The Cowboy Vs. The Samurai (IC)

[Legion Fleet]

The Legion Fleet

A robot received the communication and started typing out a message in return.

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"Greetings Ralmov Torwin. I am CR-336. If you are asking for everything we are selling then calculations say the cost will be $4 trillion in Nanocards. Do you accept this offer?"

The robot sent out the message and waited for a response.

Thankfully, Torwin had killed and taken every single boondollar that the formerly alive Admiral Alymit had on him, thanks to his lovely assistant's hard work. He had the money taken from the Admiral wired right to the Legion Fleet, and had decided to make some nice order message out for the business robots, putting out a call to them again.

Torwin again!

Just want to say, as a clearing up of things: none of these weapons are going to me. I want them evenly split between all of the Alliance of Nations members. Go have a call placed foward to them telling of the gifts I've given to them. That'll truly change something for them. I'll charge extra on shipping fee if needed, just ring me up of you need so done, alright gearheads? Torwin out, for the time being.

He slouched on back after the transmission had ended, and decided to go get a bird's eye view with the ship's sensor systems, looking down and watching the conflict happening below. And then hey, now there's a dragon! When did that happen? "Hey, Umbral, do you see that damn thing too? Or am I getting some sopor contact high from one of the guards?" He looks about the bridge, while everyone still worked onward, and gave a light shrug of his shoulders. "Well damn, guess that thing is real! Might as well hold off deployment until that thing is done fighting its battle. I've dealt with Legislacerators before... And I know that dragons, are one bad sign of things.

The Legion Fleet
The robot looked inquisitively at the 'Gearheads' part then started typing out a message to all nations in the Alliance of Nations.

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To all Alliance of Nations members. We have gotten a purchase from The Alternian Imperium to give all your members all our available weapons. You will not have to pay the costs for the weapons. Please give us a location to drop your weapons at or we will drop them in a random area in your country.

The robot sent the message and started working again.

Meanwhile on the other side of the ship, a message got sent to Torin saying the following:

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Shipping costs will be $1 million in Nanocards.

The message got sent out and the robot went back to dealing with paying the soldiers.

Fort Reaper.
A Battlelord looked over the supplies to be brought to Afrikkan Ryk. 10 million Assault Troopers, 5 million autonomous tanks, 2 million Heavy Drones that were the size of a VTOL,
and 100 Titans. A Titan was a 8 feet tall four legged robot. It had 6 laser cannons, 4 missile launchers, 2 clubs that could break steel, and 2 flamethrowers. The Titan has 360° vision and a heavy force field generator. The bottom of the legs were sharp enough to cut diamonds. The entire body is made out of a mysterious metal that was stronger then any known Earth material. They also had the most advanced version of their combat AI known as BattleNet. The Battlelord finally looked at the Magnus-Class Battleship. It was made out of the same metal as the Titans and held one double barreled Antimatter cannon, 400 missile bays, an advanced cloaking device that made it look invisible and make it disappear on radar 20,000 machine gun bays, and held 40 nuclear missiles. It held a massive, powerful forcefield and had FTL communications that could even communicate 20 light years away from Earth. The Battlelord loaded up the $60 billion and watched as everything besides the Battleship was put in a massive cargo drone. The Battlelord walked away from the dock and went back to the base.

[Jackania yugo]

Jackania Mars fleet.

"How the hell did this happen?"

"What..."

"How did that not work?"

"Err...

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSE TO DO?"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!"

"Sorry...sir..."

"No, I should be sorry, it's just that this whole experience has put a lot pressu-"

"Sir?"

"That's it!"

"What's it? Are we screwed?"

"No! Not that."

"The what?"

"Does this vessel have FTL capabilities?"

"Err...not really."

"John, I don't want a maybe. I want a yes or no."

"Yes, but only minor ones."

"How long would it take to get to earth."

"Earth? EARTH? Are you deserting the fleet admiral George?"

"No, I have a plan. Get the remaing ships to protect us."

"Sir, what on...Earth...are you planning?"

"Not now! Tell how long it would take."

"It would take approximately 13 hours."

"Unlucky number...but is it for us...or the enemy?"

"Sir, tell me what you are planning!"

"Not now! Just set the coordinates to the enemy fleet at earth."

"Si-"

"Stop calling me sir!"

"Sorry s-"

"STOP IT!"

"Ok! Set course to earth and contacting fleet."

"Good."

JMS Titan, the leading ship of the fleet.

"Admiral Cody! Admiral Cody!"

"What is it man?"

"We have a message from the JMS endgame requesting us to guard it as it makes it's way to earth."

"Hmm..."

"They also said to make sure the enemy vessels follow us."

"If I didn't know any better I would say this was pure cowardice but I think I know where George is go-"

"We just took a hit from the enemy vessel." Said a women postioned at a console.

"Fire the antimatter warheads!"

"Yes sir, targeting critical systems."

At the back of the plating slide away to reveal silo's. In them were tall cylinder's with pointed cones at the top. Soon they shot out of the pits with a trail of bright blue light as they closed in on the Enemy ship. The crafts engines and bridge were iolently engulfed in clouds of reddish purple energy. One missile scored a lucky hit when it went it went right through a opening in the Hull. As the ship fell and the titan moved away it was blown to pieces that bounced off the thick shields and hull of heavy cruiser.

"This is admiral Cody speaking. All ships follow the endgame and make sure they follow us but don't destroy us."

Moments after he said this the Jackania ships started to follow the super weapon and Cody's ship as they headed towards the blue globe they called home...

[The Hexagon Industries]

Capital Ship, Spectre
302km away from Luna
Central Command and Control Center

"What's the status of the primary outposts?" the High Offizier spoke loudly, enough for the agent supervising the situation to hear, sitting down at the farthest corner of the room.

"Eden is about a quarter finished, sir. Mahal is lagging behind, Orbis is greatly ahead of schedule, and Vegas hasn't started yet, the agent in control of the operation is still waiting for things to cool off, before continuing the build," the agent spoke, facing the High Offizier, "Apparently, he's reporting massive conflicts, skirmishes, invasions, and battles... apparently, the war has reached the ground."

The High Offizier sat straight, his hands slightly trembling in fear. "Are the warp pads operational?"

The agent nodded, before turning back to his own console. Another agent went to the High Offizier, and whispered a few words into his ear. The High Offizier sighed, before saying, "The Decepticons want to assemble a meeting? Fine. Send an Offizier. Make sure atleast two Knight Trojans, two SAIA Operatives, and one Martyr Fanatic accompany him everytime. We don't want any surprises to happen while he's there." The agent leans again, whispering more words, before showing the High Offizier her holotab.

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To all Alliance of Nations members. We have gotten a purchase from The Alternian Imperium to give all your members all our available weapons. You will not have to pay the costs for the weapons. Please give us a location to drop your weapons at or we will drop them in a random area in your country.

"Hm..." the High Offizier paused, thinking deeply to himself. "Prepare a message."

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To the Alternian Imperium
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~
Greetings.

We appreciate the gift that you
have given us. But,
unfortunately, we, the Hexagon,
have no need of such weapons.

However, in response to your
gratitude, we would like to
reward you, by paying half
the cost of your order. In our
years of existence, we have
never seen a random act of
kindness being performed.

And so, this is our reward to
you.
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~


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To the Legion Fleet
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

Greetings!

We, the Hexagon Industries,
hereby cancel the Imperium's
order currently being sent to
us. Instead, distribute them
among the other members of
the Alliance of Nations. We
would also like to pay half the
amount of the Imperium's
current order.

Tell us the amount of money
we owe you, and we would
send you the credits as soon
as possible.
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STATUS REPORT
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Primary outposts have already
started construction.

~~ ~ ~~
Outpost D41AB
{ORBIS, RUSSIA}
██████▓▒▒▒ - 65%

Outpost AH1SZ
{EDEN, BRAZIL}
██▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ - 25%

Outpost E0S11
{MAHAL, MALAYSIA}
█▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ - 19%

Outpost C4AW4
{VEGAS, USA}
▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ - 5%
~~ ~ ~~

Outpost ORBIS and EDEN are
now able to send agents down
to Earth, the Hexagon High
Command is planning to send
enough units down to Earth, to
defend Mekishima from attacks.

By next week, we would be able
to warp tens of thousands of
agents down at the ground, and
no one would be able to stop us.

If the time comes, we have
Pierenne's Interlink, we could
ask for more reinforcements
from Central Echo itself. We
could even create fabricators
down at the ground, and create
squadrons of ARMs. We would
be unstoppable.

The Cybertronian Empire has
also staged a meeting with all
Imperial Consortium members.
We have sent an Offizier as our
representative, as well as two
Knight Trojans, two SAIA
Operatives, and a suicide
bomber as his guard. The High
Offizier in charge has also sent
a few Halos to orbit the
Cybertronian vessel, fending off
any attack that might come their
way.

A large anomaly has also
surfaced. Will investigate after
the agents have fully deployed.
Vessels are currently in alert
status, all are now fully cloaked.

Pacem per Bello!
Long Live the Hexagon!
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[Legion Fleet]

The Legion Fleet
One of the communication robots receive a message. "Hmm?" It says:

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To the Legion Fleet
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

Greetings!

We, the Hexagon Industries,
hereby cancel the Imperium's
order currently being sent to
us. Instead, distribute them
among the other members of
the Alliance of Nations. We
would also like to pay half the
amount of the Imperium's
current order.

Tell us the amount of money
we owe you, and we would
send you the credits as soon
as possible.
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

"OK then. Time to return the message." The robot types back a message to the Hexagon Industries.

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Hexagon Industries: The prices for the Imperium to get our weapons was $4 trillion and $1 million in nanocards.

The robot sends the message and gets back to work.

[Ella2 6]

Admiral Krystal Thunderspear
ESS Dagger
Martian orbit, Sol

"The enemy fleet is leaving the battlefield," Tactical reported, "It looks like they're heading for Terra."

"Pursue!" Krystal ordered, "I want that superweapon destroyed!"

Dagger Fleet regrouped itself and warped to Earth to intercept the Jackanian fleet. They arrived before the enemy as their highly advanced FTL drives shortened the month-long trip to a mere few minutes. There, they waited for the Jackanian fleet to arrive.

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Vice Admiral Hawkeye
ESS Relentless
Martian orbit, Sol

"The enemy fleet is leaving the battlefield," the tactical officer advised, "It looks like they're heading for Terra." he paused as the massive shadow of the Dagger passed across the bow. "Looks like Dagger Fleet is attempting to pursue. What should we do, Ma'am?"

Hawkeye watched sceptically as Dagger Fleet's marker on the tactical map disappeared. "What is that woman doing?" She asked no one in particular and sighed, "Helm, get us by to Terra. We've got more cities to glass."

"Aye, Aye, Ma'am!"

Nova Fleet made its own way to Terra, appearing above the planet and resuming the orbital bombardment of Ordocravia, Meanwhile, more drones were dispatched to the surface to identify where the the nation of Jackania is on the planet in preparation for a seperate glassing assignment.

[Sterkistan]

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

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The empty space shimmered angrily, increasing in intensity as the Sterkian Fleet emerged from warp, approximately 7,000 ships emerging from space in combat formation, engines flaring and guns rotating as they approached the Earth.

"Captain Bright, we've got a massive burst of atomic energy, it stopped in the planet's Mesosphere. What do we do?" The Scanner navigator
"Get us close and launch the Mobile Suits, formation S7, we could be dealing with a K-class entity." Bright responded, floating down into his chair.

"Roger that, all teams. We are initiating combat protocol S7 under the assumption of a K-class entity. Passing control over to respective Mobile Suit Supervisors. We are green." The Supervisor clicked his channel over.
"Teams 1 through 4, you are cleared to go. Catapult voltage is nominal and you are cleared for atmospheric entry. S Gundam, you are cleared for launch. Good luck Judau."

The hangar bays on the Ra Cailum-Class opened, the Mobile Suits screaming out along the catapults before launching in formation with the other Mobile Suits.
The Mobile Suits unable to enter the atmosphere alone grabbed onto re-entry capable suits in Waverider Mode, using them as a shield to enter.

Approximately 120 suits comprised the first entry force, a group of 10 Stark Jegans, without their rocket packs. Launched themselves at the beast, firing their main guns and drawing their Beam Sabers, rushing downward to skewer the beast.

[Aeiouia]

Earth, Upper Atmosphere

It took a while, but Igorr eventually was quite close to the location of the strange Critter. He was almost kind of excited at this fact, after all he did enjoy Critter-Watching. Critters were so weird, and did so many unpredictable things. Observing them was always a bit of an adventure in the sense that you have no idea what is going to happen.

Eventually, he deploys his airbrakes, and begins slowing down and decreasing his altitude. It only takes less than a minute for him to be hovering within quite a short distance of the surface of the Yuck Sphere, right near where the anomalous Critter is located.

As he slows to find a good place to perch however, he notices something quite odd. Out of nowhere, a swarm of other small Critters appear to drop down from a de-orbit burn. And as soon as they arrive, they immediately begin fighting the Critter that he came here to study!

Unpredictable events indeed, Igorr thought to himself with a tinge of annoyance. Hopefully the Critter would not die before the source of the warmth could be deduced.

Perching upon a stray bit of Mineral that was on the surface of the Yuck Sphere, Igorr activates every single sensor he has to scan the Critter. Hopefully the presence of short-range scanner data will yield interesting finds.

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The bomber eventually slows, reducing its altitude to only a few hundred meters. At this point, it seems to begin moving like it is under VTOL power, though no engines are visible on the aircraft. The vehicle pays no attention to the battle going on less than a few hundred meters away, and eventually stops above the dilapidated ruins of a nearby building. It eventually clings to the top of a ruined stone wall, using a set of landing gear that seems to resemble the talons of a bird more than the wheels on a plane. The sight is almost comical given that the aircraft is quite massive in and of itself, roughly being about the size of the dragon before it. It seems like a wonder that whatever remained of that structure is even able to hold its weight.

For a few seconds, the bomber does nothing. Until eventually, it activates what is clearly an active sensor array. Attempting to scan the other monstrous creature that stood before it. Strangely, beyond this it seems to make no hostile action towards either the Dragon or the Mechs fighting it. The bizarre half-aircraft, half-bird creature seems to be incredibly docile, to the point where an astute observer might wonder if it even has any idea what is going on to begin with.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

(Sorry for not posting in a while. Post will come up soon.)

[Ordocravia]

Laying low and being dormant in a war such as this was not quite the most ingenious accomplishment for a Nation as big as the Empire, and since the Alliance of Nations still required assistance -that was the whole reason the Empire joined in the first place-, A meeting was held at the Imperial Senate back at the Mainland, quite a loose and relatively relaxed meeting compared to what was unfolding just a few thousand kilometers away. The meeting, when concluded submitted this message to all Nations Allied with the AoN

The Message read;

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Greetings to our glorious allies from all over the cosmos!

We are deeply regretful of our recent inactivity to the events coming and passing, since we are awaiting reinforcements. So, as a gift for your never-ending patience with us, we would gladly offer you our services for what ongoing problems you currently have in exchange for some miniscule things we may ask of you, nothing big to consider, really. May your request be Military, Scientific or FOB construction.

so we do really urge you to accept our offer and our assistance will arrive as soon as possible, almost instantaneously, as a matter of fact. We hope that with our contribution you may be able to resolve what problems you may currently have

This has been the Imperial Senate of Ordocravia,
Signing out

_{STATUS REPORTS}

Reconstruction attemps at H.P.L.F.D.E.B Alpha's power Core have proven to be quite interesting, after usage of V.S.R 1's Central Power Transmitter to mold parts of H.P.L.F.D.E.B Alpha back together, it's power core seems to occasionaly emit sparks of energy, be that Photoenergy, ThermoEnergy, Electricity, ChemoEnergy, or all together. It still is progress, and accounted as victory. Power Core at 61% stability

L.F.D.E.B 1 seems to communicate with L.F.D.E.B 2 and vice versa quite often now that they are being contained together, Passive observation seems that their talks are quite random, given the fact that they may possibly be deeply Psychologically scarred, It also appears that L.F.D.E.B 2 may have developed Depression and Suicidal attitude, which is only restrained by L.F.D.E.B 1, This reveals that quite possibly the L.F.D.E.B's may live in a "Hive Mind"-esque society, in which the one supplements what the other lacks with it's unique set of abilities.

L.F.D.E.B 3's signature fades off somewhere off of the Oort cloud, as the Spiderlings' search concludes, It seems to have permanently left the system in a search for quite possibly a better planet to inhabit, or to locate more of it's kind so that it may fulfil what basic instincts it may have.

The K.O is closing in by the second, current estimated arrival to the Sol Star System: 22 days.

Weird signatures seem to come to a halt at Mekishiman Jurisdiction grounds. It may possibly mean that the signatures are some kind of Camoflageing entity which has come to analyse the war for an unknown reason, further research proves mandatory, the Spiderlings will be Stalking it until further notice.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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Some called Kaon the industrial capital of the Cybertronian Empire, at least in respect of its high amount of gladiatorial combat syndicates. Most significant of those syndicates was a company called Gladicorp, which funded the Decepticon terrorist movement back when it was in its nascence. As it developed, Megatron used the Tarn-Vos War as a chance to gain enough soldiers to declare war on Iacon and attempt to conquer Cybertron. This specific move resulted in the start of the Great War, which, as of then, lasted for millions of years. Many Autobot and Decepticon leaders rose and fall - Megatron himself had been rebuilt Primus-knows-how-many times. Even if he despised the idiot, even he had to admit that he resented Starscream's mutant immortal spark.

Megatron was about to walk into the meeting chamber, where he would hold a brief meeting between the leaders and delegates, if so desired, of the Imperial Consortium whom was involved in the conflict, when a Watchdog ran up to him, datapad in hand.

"Lord Megatron! I've got news about the Diamonds and why they haven't responded to us! It seems that they've, uh, disappeared from the face of the galaxy. They're dead. They have to be."

Megatron skimmed through the report and handed it back to the Watchdog. "If it's true that they've died in that manner, then they deserved it. Only the strong deserve to survive; that's one of the foundations of Technoist doctrine. Now, I have to attend a meeting. Be on your way."

The Watchdog wanted to respond, but Megatron had already entered the meeting chamber by then. Megatron sat on a rotating purple throne in the centre of the circular table. He turned to face Keysar, whose phantom-like holographic projection faced him.

"Indeed," Megatron responded. "United, we shall crush the likes of the Autobots, but divided, we will be destroyed by those democrats."

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"What in Primus' name is that?!" Starscream bellowed as he saw Vonstein morph from his original human form to his draconic form, which was far larger in size than Starscream had originally anticipated.

"Heh, I think we should have ol' 'Screamer fight it!" Skywarp laughed. Thundercracker also laughed in response. "He's the immortal one, after all!"

Starscream angrily glared at the two other Seekers, and then smirked, his expression relenting into a mocking grin. "Fine! It'll be me who'll be praised endlessly by Megatron for the next deca-cycle!"

Starscream somersaulted at Vonstein and transformed into his jet mode. He first fired a barrage of cluster bombs at Argazad, who was once Vonstein. Almost immediately afterwards, he activated his null-ray cannons and fired out several bursts of them; the null-rays would ideally keep Argazad immobilized for several nanokliks while Starscream could think up a good counterstrategy. He then proceeded to repeatedly swerve, perhaps in an attempt to evade the bullets surrounding him and any future attacks from Argazad. Truth be told, Starscream had no idea if it'd work, but he had to try something against the dragon.

Meanwhile, one of Pyro's flare rounds struck Thundercracker's left strut, causing the round to lodge itself inside the strut. While obviously in pain, Thundercracker kept up a grimace and pulled out the round, swearing all the while. He looked down at the taskforce below, bewildered slightly, but definitely annoyed.

"Those insects are attacking us!" Thundercracker griped.

Skywarp laughed, until some of Pyro's fire from his flamethrower struck his struts, causing him to scream in pain and flap around in the air in a desperate attempt to get rid of both the pain and quash the crackling fire underneath.

"Don't exaggerate, Skywarp," Thundercracker admonished, wagging his index digit at him.

"Oh, shaddup," Skywarp mumbled, before transforming into his fighter plane mode and swooping down at the attacking Southern soldiers below. He transformed back into his robot mode and landed with a thud on the ground in front of them. His expression clearly betrayed anger, and perhaps embarrassment as well; Skywarp couldn't remember what exact code in his database denoted fear - he was too angry at the moment to comprehend it.

"I'll congratulate ya; you lot have just really pissed me off!" Skywarp yelled, before arching the missile launchers located on his wrists at the group and firing a barrage of missiles at them.

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Optimus sat patiently on his chair after sending the message. He had hoped that he could ; he just needed to get the Decepticons out from Earth and save the organics below. Their allies, the Diamonds, had all been killed by the Carbonado just a while ago. Optimus estimated that Megatron would respond to that loss just as coldly as he normally would. Then, the Ark's HUD blinkered green and red. They had finally received a response. Before he could order Ironhide to type out a message to Ordocravia and Amrenia in response, Ironhide had already moved out with the necessary procedure.

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A MESSAGE TO ORDOCRAVIA AND AMENRIA

We thank you for your support of us in the war against the Decepticons. We will construct our new Autobot City on Ordocravia's colony base, and we will provide Autobot soldiers to defend any and all organic nations from Decepticon attacks. The creation of the Autobot City will precede the deployment of a large amount of soldiers, but we can spare a moderate amount at the moment. We can provide our own resources for the base.

We thank you both for your assistance.

Message from Ironhide, Security Officer of the [i]Ark[/i].


Ironhide sent the message to the two nations and awaited a response from them.

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A contingent of Decepticon soldiers waited relatively close to Equestrislavia, though they tried their best to disguise themselves. Shockwave assigned Quadstrike to attack them; a Quadformer would be able to "utilize all four alternate modes in combat well," Shockwave presumed. After all, Quadstrike was an experienced commander, having participated in battles such as Hell's Point and Simanzi, and also the Fall of Apocols. Quadstrike's initial orders was to commence with the construction of several barracks and an underground base suited for Decepticon use. Through this, Quadstrike and his top advisors would be able to plot out strategies to win the Decepticon-Equestrislavian War.While the Constructicons were busy constructing and fortifying all prior constructions, Quadstrike and his advisor, Sharpshot, stood at the base of the construction site, preparing the outline for the eventual invasion.

"The war with Celestia will begin soon," Quadstrike began. "We need to prepare for a potential onslaught of their defences. More importantly, we need a way to hack into Equestrislavia's defences and disable their anti-aircraft system."

[The Rapture Republic]

All the Task Force stood amazed and somewhat fearful, with what Heavy deemd a 'magic baby' turning into a god forsaken dragon. Quickly, he and Medic ran back a few feet before Heavy revved up his minigun and aimed it at Vonsetin.
"Charge me!' Heavy ordered.
the Medic looked with some concern. "Er, Heavy, I-"
"NOW!" Heavy yelled at Medic, who promptly activated his Ubercharge on Heavy. As he laughed and fired his amazingly powerful minigun, outfitted with two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at five thousand rounds per minute, it was a signal for the other classes to get their asses moving.

The Soldier and the Demoman both ran out of the bushes yelling as they launched their rocket launcher and grenades at their feet to propel themselves to the air, with Soldier firing several more rockets and Demoman pulling his shield and claymore sword and charging towards Vonstein.

The Scout launched a baseball bat at Vonstein and circled around the dragon whilst dual-weilding his pistols "Cheers, pally, the frickin' cavalry's 'ere!" He laughed as he finally finished his magazines and ran closer to Vonstein whilst still circling with his Scattergun. Meanwhile, the Pyro, after dodging a falling building, was amazed by the preformance of Vonstein, but quickly snapped out of it and launched a round from its' flare gun at Vonstein and some of the circling Decepticons before rushing in with its' flamethrower.

The Engineer grabbed his kit and slid in behind a window inside a broken house that had its' roof torn off, building his sentry and dispenser there.

---

Some called Kaon the industrial capital of the Cybertronian Empire, at least in respect of its high amount of gladiatorial combat syndicates. Most significant of those syndicates was a company called Gladicorp, which funded the Decepticon terrorist movement back when it was in its nascence. As it developed, Megatron used the Tarn-Vos War as a chance to gain enough soldiers to declare war on Iacon and attempt to conquer Cybertron. This specific move resulted in the start of the Great War, which, as of then, lasted for millions of years. Many Autobot and Decepticon leaders rose and fall - Megatron himself had been rebuilt Primus-knows-how-many times. Even if he despised the idiot, even he had to admit that he resented Starscream's mutant immortal spark.

Megatron was about to walk into the meeting chamber, where he would hold a brief meeting between the leaders and delegates, if so desired, of the Imperial Consortium whom was involved in the conflict, when a Watchdog ran up to him, datapad in hand.

"Lord Megatron! I've got news about the Diamonds and why they haven't responded to us! It seems that they've, uh, disappeared from the face of the galaxy. They're dead. They have to be."

Megatron skimmed through the report and handed it back to the Watchdog. "If it's true that they've died in that manner, then they deserved it. Only the strong deserve to survive; that's one of the foundations of Technoist doctrine. Now, I have to attend a meeting. Be on your way."

The Watchdog wanted to respond, but Megatron had already entered the meeting chamber by then. Megatron sat on a rotating purple throne in the centre of the circular table. He turned to face Keysar, whose phantom-like holographic projection faced him.

"Indeed," Megatron responded. "United, we shall crush the likes of the Autobots, but divided, we will be destroyed by those democrats."

---

"What in Primus' name is that?!" Starscream bellowed as he saw Vonstein morph from his original human form to his draconic form, which was far larger in size than Starscream had originally anticipated.

"Heh, I think we should have ol' 'Screamer fight it!" Skywarp laughed. Thundercracker also laughed in response. "He's the immortal one, after all!"

Starscream angrily glared at the two other Seekers, and then smirked, his expression relenting into a mocking grin. "Fine! It'll be me who'll be praised endlessly by Megatron for the next deca-cycle!"

Starscream somersaulted at Vonstein and transformed into his jet mode. He first fired a barrage of cluster bombs at Argazad, who was once Vonstein. Almost immediately afterwards, he activated his null-ray cannons and fired out several bursts of them; the null-rays would ideally keep Argazad immobilized for several nanokliks while Starscream could think up a good counterstrategy. He then proceeded to repeatedly swerve, perhaps in an attempt to evade the bullets surrounding him and any future attacks from Argazad. Truth be told, Starscream had no idea if it'd work, but he had to try something against the dragon.

Meanwhile, one of Pyro's flare rounds struck Thundercracker's left strut, causing the round to lodge itself inside the strut. While obviously in pain, Thundercracker kept up a grimace and pulled out the round, swearing all the while. He looked down at the taskforce below, bewildered slightly, but definitely annoyed.

"Those insects are attacking us!" Thundercracker griped.

Skywarp laughed, until some of Pyro's fire from his flamethrower struck his struts, causing him to scream in pain and flap around in the air in a desperate attempt to get rid of both the pain and quash the crackling fire underneath.

"Don't exaggerate, Skywarp," Thundercracker admonished, wagging his index digit at him.

"Oh, shaddup," Skywarp mumbled, before transforming into his fighter plane mode and swooping down at the attacking Southern soldiers below. He transformed back into his robot mode and landed with a thud on the ground in front of them. His expression clearly betrayed anger, and perhaps embarrassment as well; Skywarp couldn't remember what exact code in his database denoted fear - he was too angry at the moment to comprehend it.

"I'll congratulate ya; you lot have just really pissed me off!" Skywarp yelled, before arching the missile launchers located on his wrists at the group and firing a barrage of missiles at them.

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

---

The empty space shimmered angrily, increasing in intensity as the Sterkian Fleet emerged from warp, approximately 7,000 ships emerging from space in combat formation, engines flaring and guns rotating as they approached the Earth.

"Captain Bright, we've got a massive burst of atomic energy, it stopped in the planet's Mesosphere. What do we do?" The Scanner navigator
"Get us close and launch the Mobile Suits, formation S7, we could be dealing with a K-class entity." Bright responded, floating down into his chair.

"Roger that, all teams. We are initiating combat protocol S7 under the assumption of a K-class entity. Passing control over to respective Mobile Suit Supervisors. We are green." The Supervisor clicked his channel over.
"Teams 1 through 4, you are cleared to go. Catapult voltage is nominal and you are cleared for atmospheric entry. S Gundam, you are cleared for launch. Good luck Judau."

The hangar bays on the Ra Cailum-Class opened, the Mobile Suits screaming out along the catapults before launching in formation with the other Mobile Suits.
The Mobile Suits unable to enter the atmosphere alone grabbed onto re-entry capable suits in Waverider Mode, using them as a shield to enter.

Approximately 120 suits comprised the first entry force, a group of 10 Stark Jegans, without their rocket packs. Launched themselves at the beast, firing their main guns and drawing their Beam Sabers, rushing downward to skewer the beast.

Screamer would be mocked by ridiculing laughter of the Great Argazad, as his futile attempts to nullify him, in attempts; to hold-off the Lord of Destruction.Argazad was protected by an electromagnetic shield, from his body cells like the coils of magnets enabling him to produce strong electromagnetic fields, absorb electromagnetic waves, and produce an "Asymmetric Permeable Shield" under the skin by using electromagnetic nanomaterials.If someone was to strike him with hundred and fifty 21 kiloton nuclear bombs at him, he would not be affected at all and only absorb the energy into a food source and as with a planet with the sun, in which gives Argazad's power to be almost limitless, as Streamer's ray would only tickle him some, though not enough to lessen the functionality of the creature in deterrence for prepping an ingenious strategy to save their skins.Argazad, directed his attention to Starscream, his razing his large mouth decorated with sharp teeth, vital signaling, the coming of another destructive atomic breath produced by the Dracon, is described to be highly accelerated, particle-charged, and is electromagnetic, it like from past moments is very destructive in annihilation of cities and mountains, and destroying continental plates/continents.The Glow of the charging blast; generated a burst of an electromagnetic pulse and powerful shockwaves strong enough to fray Cybertronian Anti-EMP defenses, in theory, of course, and in practice any normal devices and shelters instantly, and the inclusion of specialized electronics for standard military usages.In a blaze of the beam is approximately 60 kilometers. as the blinding light of neon blue beam roared out of his mouth would split into several thousand other beams in an extraordinary fashion of behavior like heat-seeking missiles to follow and curve until they hit their mark, or barely hit it on the style of the target's evading maneuver, it was beautiful, it was terrific for the mortals and the immortals in this combat against the Infamous Argazad, Emperor of Death, Master of Extinction, Terminator of Worlds, the Task Force to the Sterkistani Mecha Unit, and the Cybertronians are greeted by the awesomeness of his power........or anyone closest to the Draconian Juggernaut.....

[Aeiouia]

Earth

Igorr watched as sensor data came in from the strange Critter. It was hard to distinguish anything with all of the smaller Critters attacking it. But, suddenly, there was a boom! The strange Critter emitted an attack against the tiny ones that were attacking it. This was very fascinating indeed. Mainly because even though the attack was not directed at him, it still bathed the surrounding area in life-giving gamma radiation.

This made Igorr very happy. The presence of so much radiation was very nice, after all. He wanted to take a closer look.

Hopping down from the Mineral bits that he landed on, he approaches the Critter and happily continues his scans. Hoping that it is going to emit more gamma radiation soon.

---

As soon as the Atomic Beam attack is unleashed, the strange bomber immediately flies up into the air again. But, oddly, it does not flee. Quite the opposite, in fact. It heads straight towards the Dragon. Rather slowly, it lands within meters of it.

Then in a completely baffling action, it begins hopping up and down on its landing gear. Creating quite a spectacle of servo noises and crashing stomps, even over the already ear-splittingly loud battlefield. If anything it seemed... Excited and happy, like a puppy about to be given a treat. Clearly, whatever the thought process of this strange automaton is, it seems completely bonkers.

[Greater South]

---

Some called Kaon the industrial capital of the Cybertronian Empire, at least in respect of its high amount of gladiatorial combat syndicates. Most significant of those syndicates was a company called Gladicorp, which funded the Decepticon terrorist movement back when it was in its nascence. As it developed, Megatron used the Tarn-Vos War as a chance to gain enough soldiers to declare war on Iacon and attempt to conquer Cybertron. This specific move resulted in the start of the Great War, which, as of then, lasted for millions of years. Many Autobot and Decepticon leaders rose and fall - Megatron himself had been rebuilt Primus-knows-how-many times. Even if he despised the idiot, even he had to admit that he resented Starscream's mutant immortal spark.

Megatron was about to walk into the meeting chamber, where he would hold a brief meeting between the leaders and delegates, if so desired, of the Imperial Consortium whom was involved in the conflict, when a Watchdog ran up to him, datapad in hand.

"Lord Megatron! I've got news about the Diamonds and why they haven't responded to us! It seems that they've, uh, disappeared from the face of the galaxy. They're dead. They have to be."

Megatron skimmed through the report and handed it back to the Watchdog. "If it's true that they've died in that manner, then they deserved it. Only the strong deserve to survive; that's one of the foundations of Technoist doctrine. Now, I have to attend a meeting. Be on your way."

The Watchdog wanted to respond, but Megatron had already entered the meeting chamber by then. Megatron sat on a rotating purple throne in the centre of the circular table. He turned to face Keysar, whose phantom-like holographic projection faced him.

"Indeed," Megatron responded. "United, we shall crush the likes of the Autobots, but divided, we will be destroyed by those democrats."

---

"What in Primus' name is that?!" Starscream bellowed as he saw Vonstein morph from his original human form to his draconic form, which was far larger in size than Starscream had originally anticipated.

"Heh, I think we should have ol' 'Screamer fight it!" Skywarp laughed. Thundercracker also laughed in response. "He's the immortal one, after all!"

Starscream angrily glared at the two other Seekers, and then smirked, his expression relenting into a mocking grin. "Fine! It'll be me who'll be praised endlessly by Megatron for the next deca-cycle!"

Starscream somersaulted at Vonstein and transformed into his jet mode. He first fired a barrage of cluster bombs at Argazad, who was once Vonstein. Almost immediately afterwards, he activated his null-ray cannons and fired out several bursts of them; the null-rays would ideally keep Argazad immobilized for several nanokliks while Starscream could think up a good counterstrategy. He then proceeded to repeatedly swerve, perhaps in an attempt to evade the bullets surrounding him and any future attacks from Argazad. Truth be told, Starscream had no idea if it'd work, but he had to try something against the dragon.

Meanwhile, one of Pyro's flare rounds struck Thundercracker's left strut, causing the round to lodge itself inside the strut. While obviously in pain, Thundercracker kept up a grimace and pulled out the round, swearing all the while. He looked down at the taskforce below, bewildered slightly, but definitely annoyed.

"Those insects are attacking us!" Thundercracker griped.

Skywarp laughed, until some of Pyro's fire from his flamethrower struck his struts, causing him to scream in pain and flap around in the air in a desperate attempt to get rid of both the pain and quash the crackling fire underneath.

"Don't exaggerate, Skywarp," Thundercracker admonished, wagging his index digit at him.

"Oh, shaddup," Skywarp mumbled, before transforming into his fighter plane mode and swooping down at the attacking Southern soldiers below. He transformed back into his robot mode and landed with a thud on the ground in front of them. His expression clearly betrayed anger, and perhaps embarrassment as well; Skywarp couldn't remember what exact code in his database denoted fear - he was too angry at the moment to comprehend it.

"I'll congratulate ya; you lot have just really pissed me off!" Skywarp yelled, before arching the missile launchers located on his wrists at the group and firing a barrage of missiles at them.

The onslaught of missiles on the group that was formerly attacking Vonstein was devastating. With Soldier knocked back from the beams that the dragon unleashed and Demoman quickly landing on the dragon and slashing at the reptile with his sword, it was a small group, somewhat spread out, now a major target of one of the Decepticons.

Luckily, the Medic and Heavy were still Ubercharged when the imminent missile attack happened, the Ubercharge going down shortly after. Heavy now was unloading on Skywarp with his Minigun, with Medic helping by continuing to heal Heavy with his Medigun in one hand and the other shortly unloading a clip from his syringe gun before holstering it and focusing on healing.

Another few missiles aimed towards Pyro were airblasted back towards Skywarp. However, a single missile landed between Pyro and the Scout who had thrown a meat cleaver at Skywarp, which send them both to the ground. Pyro came out okay, getting back up and circling towards the robotic enemy with his flamethrower, however Scout had lost a leg and hopped toward's the Engineer's nest, with a healing dispenser and a Level III Sentry active, firing dual gatling guns and four rockets constantly, with supporting shotgun fire from the Engineer.

Suddenly, Soldier got up, attempting to shamble across to where the team was, knocking out a Mekishiman samurai by twisting his arm and then clobbering him in the face. He then picked up his rocket launcher, and began firing at the other Decepticons, alongside Sniper, perched up in a tree picking off approaching Mekishimans and potshotting at the Decepticons.

"You shapeshifting computer maggots will have to try alot harder to take down my American spirit!" Soldier said, huffing as he limped across.

[The Hexagon Industries]

"Sir, a message has been wired back," the agent spoke, showing the High Offizier her holotab.

Code: Select all

Hexagon Industries: The prices for the Imperium to get our weapons was $4 trillion and $1 million in nanocards.

"Hm..." the High Offizier stared at the numbers before pressing a button on his chair. Typing on his console, he converted the amount of one nanocard to a Hexagon Seraph.

1NCD = 2.4HSH

"Send the Legion 4.8 trillion Seraphim, tell the sender, if the order has already been paid, return half of the Imperium's money. I'm sure they need it more than we do." The agent nodded, before leaving the CCCC. "Now, where were we?"

"Warp pads operational, deployments authorized, sir."

"Finally." The High Offizier then pressed another button on his chair, before speaking, "Warp pads operational, deployment authorized!"

- - - - - - - -

PINTERLINK://WARP_MAIN/EDEN_SERVER
Eden Outpost
Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

Message wired.

Orders compiled.

Mission recorded.

Warp incoming.

- - - - - - - -

Unit Eight
Vegas Outpost
Mojave Desert, California

"Fire LRA on the goddamned dragon!" A Cerberus spoke, before ordering the xCB-1Es to fabricate the kinetic generator. The other three agents began to target the dragon, using precise long-ranged artillery. "Begin continuous fire, increase power output to 3200%!"

As the Cerberus finished his orders, the kinetic generator turned on, and soon, the entire base site was encased by a dome of blue shielding. Ordering the Compact Builders to create another batch of MLWS-LO LRAs, he looked anxiously to his monitor, watching the battle as the dragon wreaked havoc to the other armies.

"Arm yourselves with Void weaponry, it won't be long 'till it turns to us next."

The cannons began to fire large, bright yellow beams to the sky, arching down at about 3,200ft, before dropping down, headed for the dragon. Beam after beam came down from the skies, creating large, deep craters on the ground. Explosions rocked the earth below the bombarded area, the ground shaking violently as the seemingly endless barrage continued.

While the bombardment progressed, the only four men present in the base began to arm themselves with SL-12 Silencers, loaded with Void weaponry, waiting for anyone to come.

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~ ~ ¤ ~ ~
To Mekishima's Head of State
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

Greetings!

We, the Hexagon Industries,
have taken notice of a hostile
entity, taken form in the shape
of a dragon. We would like to
send an ambassador to you, in
hopes of openly discussing this
with you.

Long Live the Hexagon!
Long Live Mekishima!
Long Live the Alliance of Nations!


- - - - - - - -

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~ ~ ¤ ~ ~
STATUS REPORT
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

Debt paid. Ambassador
still traveling. Shots
reported to have been
fired at the Vegas
outposts. Let's just hope
that it wasn't our men
who were shooting.
Vegas OT unreachable.
Mainframe shows that
defensive assets were
being built first. Dragon
sighted near

//:DATA_CORRUPTED.

Large unidentified object
sighted near dragon,
awaiting confirmation
from other eyes.

Phase One almost
complete.

Pacem per Bello!
Long Live the Hexagon!


[The Imperial Regions of Commerce]

Earth, the Balkans

After realizing the Star Spangled Alliance was lost, the Imperial Regions abandoned it short lived allegiance to it. The IRoC would align itself with its fellow Imperial Consortium allies in this war. In orbit, the carriers would deploy squadrons of Landing Crafts and alongside bombers, raced planetside. Commercian High Command had decided to aid the Cybertronians in their invasion of Equestrislavia. Aboard the Landing Crafts lie battalions upon battalions of B1 and B2 Battle Droids, the expendable robotic infantry of the Commercian Armed Forces. There were also AATS, the main battle tank. Lastly J-1 Series Proton Cannons and various other kinds of battle droids sat deactivated inside the crafts. The landing crafts and the bombers headed for the Island of Brac, an island in the Dalmatian Archipelago. First the Hynea Bombers swoop down and drop their payload, leaving the towns and infrastructure in ruins. Next the Landing Crafts touch down, their folds open up, and soon droids begin marching out in square formations. Some Droids begin to place and load J-1 Series Artillery pieces. The island of Brac is too small to land all the troops of the Commercian task force, and so only three landing crafts were deployed there. The only casualties were a few bombers, but mainly one Landing Craft that went to close to the mainland and was shot down by Equestrslavian anti aircraft guns, and it crashed into the Adriatic Sea and sunk. The Artillery pieces are all set up on the island, as well as anti air guns. The landing crafts take off an fly back to the carriers. One Tactical droid motions his metal arm forward, and the cannons begins shelling Sarajevo with their long range capabilities.

[Jackania yugo]

The space between Earth and Mars.
7 hours after leaving the warzone.

John: Sir, are you sure this will...err...work?

George: If you say sir one more bloody time...

John: Sorry sir...

George glances at George before moving his pupils back towards the centre of his eyes and blinking while letting out a growl of annoyance.

George: Can this damn thing go any faster.

Bridge operator: Negative. Max speed achieved.

George: Can I ask you something?

Bridge operator: Yes sir.

George growls in annoyance.

George: Is it possible to have the other ships to act as boosters to make the ship go faster.

Bridge operator: 80% positive. High risk of ship destruction.

George: Well...that doesn't really matter.

John: This plan is...dangerous...to say the least but...at the very least we can...possibly get rid of these invaders.

George: It doesn't matter, as long as we go down doing something beneficial to humanity and the Earth.

"Attention all craft. This is Admiral George of the JMS Endgame. We have been taking too long to reach our destination and right now those invaders could be tearing our planet apart. We need to stop, or at least cripple them. I am commanding all craft to link up with the Endgame to help boost it's current speed."

JMS Titan

Cody: You heard the man, get to it!

Operator: Right away sir.

All the ships in the fleet swarmed around the superweapon as they put their thrusters to maximum power. This amalgamation's rear was completely coated in a aura of blinding white light as it sped towards Earth at an alarming.

George: How long until we arrive.

Bridge operator: 1 hour.

George: Hold tight men.

[Legion Fleet]

"Sir, a message has been wired back," the agent spoke, showing the High Offizier her holotab.

Code: Select all

Hexagon Industries: The prices for the Imperium to get our weapons was $4 trillion and $1 million in nanocards.

"Hm..." the High Offizier stared at the numbers before pressing a button on his chair. Typing on his console, he converted the amount of one nanocard to a Hexagon Seraph.

1NCD = 2.4HSH

"Send the Legion 4.8 trillion Seraphim, tell the sender, if the order has already been paid, return half of the Imperium's money. I'm sure they need it more than we do." The agent nodded, before leaving the CCCC. "Now, where were we?"

"Warp pads operational, deployments authorized, sir."

"Finally." The High Offizier then pressed another button on his chair, before speaking, "Warp pads operational, deployment authorized!"

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PINTERLINK://WARP_MAIN/EDEN_SERVER
Eden Outpost
Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

Message wired.

Orders compiled.

Mission recorded.

Warp incoming.

- - - - - - - -

Unit Eight
Vegas Outpost
Mojave Desert, California

"Fire LRA on the goddamned dragon!" A Cerberus spoke, before ordering the xCB-1Es to fabricate the kinetic generator. The other three agents began to target the dragon, using precise long-ranged artillery. "Begin continuous fire, increase power output to 3200%!"

As the Cerberus finished his orders, the kinetic generator turned on, and soon, the entire base site was encased by a dome of blue shielding. Ordering the Compact Builders to create another batch of MLWS-LO LRAs, he looked anxiously to his monitor, watching the battle as the dragon wreaked havoc to the other armies.

"Arm yourselves with Void weaponry, it won't be long 'till it turns to us next."

The cannons began to fire large, bright yellow beams to the sky, arching down at about 3,200ft, before dropping down, headed for the dragon. Beam after beam came down from the skies, creating large, deep craters on the ground. Explosions rocked the earth below the bombarded area, the ground shaking violently as the seemingly endless barrage continued.

While the bombardment progressed, the only four men present in the base began to arm themselves with SL-12 Silencers, loaded with Void weaponry, waiting for anyone to come.

- - - - - - - -

Code: Select all

~ ~ ¤ ~ ~
To Mekishima's Head of State
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

Greetings!

We, the Hexagon Industries,
have taken notice of a hostile
entity, taken form in the shape
of a dragon. We would like to
send an ambassador to you, in
hopes of openly discussing this
with you.

Long Live the Hexagon!
Long Live Mekishima!
Long Live the Alliance of Nations!


- - - - - - - -

Code: Select all

~ ~ ¤ ~ ~
STATUS REPORT
~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

Debt paid. Ambassador
still traveling. Shots
reported to have been
fired at the Vegas
outposts. Let's just hope
that it wasn't our men
who were shooting.
Vegas OT unreachable.
Mainframe shows that
defensive assets were
being built first. Dragon
sighted near

//:DATA_CORRUPTED.

Large unidentified object
sighted near dragon,
awaiting confirmation
from other eyes.

Phase One almost
complete.

Pacem per Bello!
Long Live the Hexagon!


The Legion Fleet
The money got wired to the Fleet and the robot sent back 2 trillion in the Imperium's currency to them.
Meanwhile on a cargo drone...
The drone flew to Afrikaner Ryk. It landed by the shore and it dropped off the supplies then flew back to Reaper.

[Cruciland]

Planet Earth, high orbit
Naval Task Group 3B-2A-4 watched as the Decepticon task group they were flying with broke off their pursuit of the Alternian fleet, evidently dissuaded by the events that had transpired over the course of the war. They were heading back to the Nemesis now, rendezvousing to focus their attention on assaulting the Earth. Analysis of the war indicated that the Star Spangled Banner Alliance had become so disheveled from the war that the Imperial Regions of Commerce had second thoughts about trying to fight for them, and was now attacking Equestrislavia. The Cybertronian Empire would be joining their forces shortly, even as a detachment lead by Starscream was busy dealing with an omnicidal dragon on a whole different continent. It was evident that both of these fronts were under control, for the time being- although there was no telling how large the Equestrislavs' teeth were, nor how resilient Argazad the planet-killing dragon truly was. And of course, a number of non-Consortium forces were engaged with the world-harvesting Ellians. For all the Tat-Adon cared, they were expendable fodder; by the time the Ellian fleets had blasted them apart, the Imperial Consortium would have cleaned up enough of the planet to focus more of their attention on defending their newly-claimed assets.

Planet Earth, Adriatic Sea
It was thus without any further delay that the Crucilandian task group took off, with the majority of their vessels heading to the Mediterranean Sea where the Equestrislavian front was. They passed over Italy and came to a stop over the Adriatic Sea, gazing down upon the Dalmatian Islands where the Imperial Regions of Commerce were seen unloading their mechanized forces. Landing right on the doorstep of their enemies was sure to attract heavy resistance; if ever there was a place to bombard, it would be everything directly in front of the advancing droids. Their propulsion systems diverted their power to the offensive systems, their weapons hummed with a surge of power beneath their hulls, and the vessels waited for the signal to multiply IRoC's artillery fire...

Planet Earth, Sonoran Desert
A trio of "Sh'liyshiyah" fighters broke off from the task group and flew over to the Sonoran desert in Bahakariforunia, located in Mekishiman territory, to observe Argazad and provide air support if necessary. The Hexagonians had already begun to shell his location as Starscream's fireteam of warriors dealt with both the dragon and a handful of elite ground forces from the Greater South. They circled above the carnage like vultures, banking in the thermosphere as they considered whether or not firing was a good idea at this time. Their plasma stream cannons were out of the question- firing a beam that powerful with the Decepticon strike force around would result in unacceptable casualties. Their heavy graviton machine guns (which in all honesty behaved more like high-powered autocannons than HMGs) could blanket the dragon in an endless deluge of molecule-shattering gravitational shear, but an alien bomber belonging to the orbiting space kraken would still be caught in the blast radius of those projectiles' fortress-mulching impacts; the Crucilandians did not want themselves or their allies answering to a race of angry world-devouring beings, no matter how good or bad their chances were against them. Instead, like the task group stationed above the Adriatic Sea, they would bide their time before opening fire.

[Sterkistan]

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

---

The Jegans curled away as the beam split. Some put up their shields and others fired their grenads to lure away the seeking beams. Some however were not fast enough, one pilot launching a suicide run at the beast, crashing into it's neck, the reactor exploding in a brilliant shade of blue particle energy.
Of the 120 suits, there were now approximately 40 still combat functional.

They sped in low, taking cover behind the various assorted building rubble and firing on the creature with their Beam Rifles and Bazookas.
A Prototype Stark Jegan, still airborne, launched all four of it's anti-ship missiles at the beast, before following the example of the others.

A group of ReZEL's landed near the Decepticon position, unaware of their location. Firing at the beast with their Beam Rifles.
However, a Guncannon Detector managed to choose his landing right on top of the Decepticons, crashing into a pile of rubble nearby.

Two GM III's rushed the dragon from the side, going for the flesh where his leg connected the torso, igniting their Fedayeen Transformable Rifle's in Saber Mode.

---

In the skies above, a squad of Anksha's was deployed to survey the field and provide bombing support. Which they did so, coming in wide and firing a volley of High-Powered beams toward the beast, seemingly disregarding the presence of the bird-like creature nearby their target.

[The Rapture Republic]

---

Some called Kaon the industrial capital of the Cybertronian Empire, at least in respect of its high amount of gladiatorial combat syndicates. Most significant of those syndicates was a company called Gladicorp, which funded the Decepticon terrorist movement back when it was in its nascence. As it developed, Megatron used the Tarn-Vos War as a chance to gain enough soldiers to declare war on Iacon and attempt to conquer Cybertron. This specific move resulted in the start of the Great War, which, as of then, lasted for millions of years. Many Autobot and Decepticon leaders rose and fall - Megatron himself had been rebuilt Primus-knows-how-many times. Even if he despised the idiot, even he had to admit that he resented Starscream's mutant immortal spark.

Megatron was about to walk into the meeting chamber, where he would hold a brief meeting between the leaders and delegates, if so desired, of the Imperial Consortium whom was involved in the conflict, when a Watchdog ran up to him, datapad in hand.

"Lord Megatron! I've got news about the Diamonds and why they haven't responded to us! It seems that they've, uh, disappeared from the face of the galaxy. They're dead. They have to be."

Megatron skimmed through the report and handed it back to the Watchdog. "If it's true that they've died in that manner, then they deserved it. Only the strong deserve to survive; that's one of the foundations of Technoist doctrine. Now, I have to attend a meeting. Be on your way."

The Watchdog wanted to respond, but Megatron had already entered the meeting chamber by then. Megatron sat on a rotating purple throne in the centre of the circular table. He turned to face Keysar, whose phantom-like holographic projection faced him.

"Indeed," Megatron responded. "United, we shall crush the likes of the Autobots, but divided, we will be destroyed by those democrats."

---

"What in Primus' name is that?!" Starscream bellowed as he saw Vonstein morph from his original human form to his draconic form, which was far larger in size than Starscream had originally anticipated.

"Heh, I think we should have ol' 'Screamer fight it!" Skywarp laughed. Thundercracker also laughed in response. "He's the immortal one, after all!"

Starscream angrily glared at the two other Seekers, and then smirked, his expression relenting into a mocking grin. "Fine! It'll be me who'll be praised endlessly by Megatron for the next deca-cycle!"

Starscream somersaulted at Vonstein and transformed into his jet mode. He first fired a barrage of cluster bombs at Argazad, who was once Vonstein. Almost immediately afterwards, he activated his null-ray cannons and fired out several bursts of them; the null-rays would ideally keep Argazad immobilized for several nanokliks while Starscream could think up a good counterstrategy. He then proceeded to repeatedly swerve, perhaps in an attempt to evade the bullets surrounding him and any future attacks from Argazad. Truth be told, Starscream had no idea if it'd work, but he had to try something against the dragon.

Meanwhile, one of Pyro's flare rounds struck Thundercracker's left strut, causing the round to lodge itself inside the strut. While obviously in pain, Thundercracker kept up a grimace and pulled out the round, swearing all the while. He looked down at the taskforce below, bewildered slightly, but definitely annoyed.

"Those insects are attacking us!" Thundercracker griped.

Skywarp laughed, until some of Pyro's fire from his flamethrower struck his struts, causing him to scream in pain and flap around in the air in a desperate attempt to get rid of both the pain and quash the crackling fire underneath.

"Don't exaggerate, Skywarp," Thundercracker admonished, wagging his index digit at him.

"Oh, shaddup," Skywarp mumbled, before transforming into his fighter plane mode and swooping down at the attacking Southern soldiers below. He transformed back into his robot mode and landed with a thud on the ground in front of them. His expression clearly betrayed anger, and perhaps embarrassment as well; Skywarp couldn't remember what exact code in his database denoted fear - he was too angry at the moment to comprehend it.

"I'll congratulate ya; you lot have just really pissed me off!" Skywarp yelled, before arching the missile launchers located on his wrists at the group and firing a barrage of missiles at them.

The onslaught of missiles on the group that was formerly attacking Vonstein was devastating. With Soldier knocked back from the beams that the dragon unleashed and Demoman quickly landing on the dragon and slashing at the reptile with his sword, it was a small group, somewhat spread out, now a major target of one of the Decepticons.

Luckily, the Medic and Heavy were still Ubercharged when the imminent missile attack happened, the Ubercharge going down shortly after. Heavy now was unloading on Skywarp with his Minigun, with Medic helping by continuing to heal Heavy with his Medigun in one hand and the other shortly unloading a clip from his syringe gun before holstering it and focusing on healing.

Another few missiles aimed towards Pyro were airblasted back towards Skywarp. However, a single missile landed between Pyro and the Scout who had thrown a meat cleaver at Skywarp, which send them both to the ground. Pyro came out okay, getting back up and circling towards the robotic enemy with his flamethrower, however Scout had lost a leg and hopped toward's the Engineer's nest, with a healing dispenser and a Level III Sentry active, firing dual gatling guns and four rockets constantly, with supporting shotgun fire from the Engineer.

Suddenly, Soldier got up, attempting to shamble across to where the team was, knocking out a Mekishiman samurai by twisting his arm and then clobbering him in the face. He then picked up his rocket launcher, and began firing at the other Decepticons, alongside Sniper, perched up in a tree picking off approaching Mekishimans and potshotting at the Decepticons.

"You shapeshifting computer maggots will have to try alot harder to take down my American spirit!" Soldier said, huffing as he limped across.

"Sir, a message has been wired back," the agent spoke, showing the High Offizier her holotab.

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Hexagon Industries: The prices for the Imperium to get our weapons was $4 trillion and $1 million in nanocards.

"Hm..." the High Offizier stared at the numbers before pressing a button on his chair. Typing on his console, he converted the amount of one nanocard to a Hexagon Seraph.

1NCD = 2.4HSH

"Send the Legion 4.8 trillion Seraphim, tell the sender, if the order has already been paid, return half of the Imperium's money. I'm sure they need it more than we do." The agent nodded, before leaving the CCCC. "Now, where were we?"

"Warp pads operational, deployments authorized, sir."

"Finally." The High Offizier then pressed another button on his chair, before speaking, "Warp pads operational, deployment authorized!"

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PINTERLINK://WARP_MAIN/EDEN_SERVER
Eden Outpost
Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

Message wired.

Orders compiled.

Mission recorded.

Warp incoming.

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Unit Eight
Vegas Outpost
Mojave Desert, California

"Fire LRA on the goddamned dragon!" A Cerberus spoke, before ordering the xCB-1Es to fabricate the kinetic generator. The other three agents began to target the dragon, using precise long-ranged artillery. "Begin continuous fire, increase power output to 3200%!"

As the Cerberus finished his orders, the kinetic generator turned on, and soon, the entire base site was encased by a dome of blue shielding. Ordering the Compact Builders to create another batch of MLWS-LO LRAs, he looked anxiously to his monitor, watching the battle as the dragon wreaked havoc to the other armies.

"Arm yourselves with Void weaponry, it won't be long 'till it turns to us next."

The cannons began to fire large, bright yellow beams to the sky, arching down at about 3,200ft, before dropping down, headed for the dragon. Beam after beam came down from the skies, creating large, deep craters on the ground. Explosions rocked the earth below the bombarded area, the ground shaking violently as the seemingly endless barrage continued.

While the bombardment progressed, the only four men present in the base began to arm themselves with SL-12 Silencers, loaded with Void weaponry, waiting for anyone to come.

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To Mekishima's Head of State
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Greetings!

We, the Hexagon Industries,
have taken notice of a hostile
entity, taken form in the shape
of a dragon. We would like to
send an ambassador to you, in
hopes of openly discussing this
with you.

Long Live the Hexagon!
Long Live Mekishima!
Long Live the Alliance of Nations!


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STATUS REPORT
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Debt paid. Ambassador
still traveling. Shots
reported to have been
fired at the Vegas
outposts. Let's just hope
that it wasn't our men
who were shooting.
Vegas OT unreachable.
Mainframe shows that
defensive assets were
being built first. Dragon
sighted near

//:DATA_CORRUPTED.

Large unidentified object
sighted near dragon,
awaiting confirmation
from other eyes.

Phase One almost
complete.

Pacem per Bello!
Long Live the Hexagon!


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

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The Jegans curled away as the beam split. Some put up their shields and others fired their grenads to lure away the seeking beams. Some however were not fast enough, one pilot launching a suicide run at the beast, crashing into it's neck, the reactor exploding in a brilliant shade of blue particle energy.
Of the 120 suits, there were now approximately 40 still combat functional.

They sped in low, taking cover behind the various assorted building rubble and firing on the creature with their Beam Rifles and Bazookas.
A Prototype Stark Jegan, still airborne, launched all four of it's anti-ship missiles at the beast, before following the example of the others.

A group of ReZEL's landed near the Decepticon position, unaware of their location. Firing at the beast with their Beam Rifles.
However, a Guncannon Detector managed to choose his landing right on top of the Decepticons, crashing into a pile of rubble nearby.

Two GM III's rushed the dragon from the side, going for the flesh where his leg connected the torso, igniting their Fedayeen Transformable Rifle's in Saber Mode.

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In the skies above, a squad of Anksha's was deployed to survey the field and provide bombing support. Which they did so, coming in wide and firing a volley of High-Powered beams toward the beast, seemingly disregarding the presence of the bird-like creature nearby their target.

Flesh Into Metal

Argazad was at his peak, the third stage and final stager of Judgement Day has amongst the desperate warriors against his reign of terror and destruction.The Attacks from the Hexagons and Stekian Navy would leave him, disfigured and so-called organic scales and the skin of the beast would be seen decaying and crumbling down to earth in a rain, though to the eyes nearest to the beast would see something else, something more curiously shocking in the understanding of biology, completely thrown back centuries to some nations, definitely not towards Cybertronian science in the practice of eco-structuring, which is turning a purely organic planet into an environment hospitable to mechanical lifeform, although it was not the scale of a planet.However, the comparison between the process was indistinguishable.Argazad was transforming into a dust of technological matter, looking more and more like a corpse of an anicent dinobot until total ruination of his structural and organic biological mass, all of the dusty metal particles floating down to the surface would come alive, to the nightmares of Mechanical Lifeforms and Organic lifeforms, these were Vltra-Scraplets.A type of scraplet, that is only produced and created by Vonstein, himself, they operated as connected and nefarious hivemind corrupted by the splitting of his dark soul, or dark spark, in this case, with reading of unstable dark energon in these little mechanical abominations with the number of limbs, eyes, claws , and teeth, looking more like the scraplets the Autobots had to get rid of them, though sending to the Arctic were it was extremely cold.However, temperature difference would not stop these buggers from feasting out on the small, juicy bits, fuse by fuse, and circuit by circuit, until there was nothing left and that means the same for organic lifeforms as the tendencies of cannibalism was always patent in Vonstein, from that mask he wears, on a daily basis.The Vltra-Scraplets were capable of self-replicating into massive swarms of 800 companies (5 million each group) to establish more hunting companies from the horrific consumption of victims, corroding, decaying and cracking away as the embedded Vltra-Scraplets feasts.Other scraplets would be 1 cubic inch of the tip of the pinky finger on an organic specimen that is in 16 different groups called Ant platoons (90 each per group).Accompanied by Hunting Companies that use heat-seeking and metal detection which is primarily geared towards identifying edible silicon-based forms, with the Ants using heat-seeking for carbon-based lifeforms.


Another type of Vltra-Scraplets would be the Builders, whom are scraplets that are the largest of the hive, standing about 16 feet with crab-like legs and arms and largemouth that projects a neon-beam to terraform the planet into one gigantic nest-world for breeding of more Vitra-scraplets with an Eltra-Core located at the center of the Nest-World with God-Like capabilities to have unknown progress of 'infusion' to breed more Vltra-Scarlets for expansion to other worlds suitable for devouring and repeating the same process when the Hive-Father deems its worthy of harvesting with him analyzing the strength of the warriors threatened by his presence.Also, every 14 hours, 100 yards of the surface would be cyberformed, and every hour that goes by would speed up the process with the population of the builders growing in numbers.

The Father known as Victor Vonstein would authorize the harvesting of the Earth and ordered the Hunting Companies and the Ant platoons to seek and destroy the defenders of the planet.The Vltra-Scarplets flooded the sky and the landscape with rapid environmental and animal kingdom collapse happening at supersonic speeds with species of animals and plants on the brink of extinction and humans in the area getting shredded into the meat grinder to feed and fuel the scraplet menace, military vehicles would be gone in mere seconds and military airborne struggling to escape the man-eating lotus clouds of robotic buzzing.

[A m e n r i a]

The dragon died. Or at least it seemed like he did. He turned into something that could destroy worlds, something that would bring an end-of-the-world scenario. The Grand Generals' reactions were mixed, but all of them came to same conclusion after seeing what the "thing" is capable of. They could not face this creature. Not without their monarch.

They relayed the message to Heavenly Emperor Cheonsa, who responded in a cryptic manner as usual. "Be prepared to open a portal for it. On my mark, transport the creature to the universe I instruct you to. I will proceed to contact Triple A and discuss the matter with them." He also sent a message to every leader of Mekishima's Earth.

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To all leaders in Mekishima's Earth

The war had escalated quickly. This is no longer a fight for what's right, but a fight for survival of the planet itself. If the creature is left alone, it would certainly be the end of the planet. That's why I would like to ask you to let us know if you have anything, anything at all that can withstand its attacks. I have a plan.


[Aeiouia]

Earth

The strange critter seemed to have no reaction to Igorr. This made him kind of disappointed. If it could create warmth and radiation at will, is it just going to stop? Pondering this, he stood there continuing his scans and thought up what to do next.

This proved to be bad idea, however. As, he was blind to the massive attacks from the other nearby Critters until it was too late. Suddenly, there was severe pain as high-yield weaponry from multiple Critters struck the big Critter in front of Igorr, striking him with the blast radius of the attacks.

All that force from the weaponry sent him flying back at high velocities, careening into a mound of Mineral. It took a few seconds, but eventually he ran a quick diagnostic scan of his hull. He found his shields depleted, and his legs severely damaged.

This was not what concerned him the most, however. When he moved his cameras up to see the warmth Critter, he was enraged. It had gone away, and been replaced with a swarm of Micro-Critters. But, this was not what angered him, no. A combination of the pain of the hit and the fact that said Micro-Critters were Cold put him over the edge. How dare they end the life-giving heat in favour of death-bringing cold? The Micro-Critters needed to be killed so that the bad Cold would stop.

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Dymas rested in his current geostationary orbit, paying no attention to the bizarre and incomprehensible antics of all the Critters around him. He continued focusing on the point of Warmth coming from the strange Warmth Critter. But, suddenly, the Warmth stopped! This was upsetting, Dymas had no idea how the Warmth had gotten there to begin with. But, the fact that it just as inexplicably vanished was disheartening.

It did not take long for Igorr to radio him a report.

"Dymas!"

"Yes?"

"Heavy damage sustained. And the Critter has stopped being Warm, and is now very Cold. The Critter is bad."

"That sounds bad."

"The Critter turned into Micro-Critters, and the Micro-Critters need to be killed because of Cold."

"I will prepare to prepare my turret arrays to help kill the bad Critters if they come into my effective range."

"Okay."

Dymas was indeed a bit further away than the maximum effective range of his laser weaponry, especially considering that they had to cut through the Yuck on the Sphere in order to reach the target. He also had no experience in shooting through Yuck, so he was not sure what to do other than prepare to intercept any bad Critters that got high up enough in the Yuck for him to intercept.

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Igorr meanwhile had to begin dealing with the Bad Micro-Critters immediately, and he had a plan. Slowly, he began to ascend from the Mineral bits that he crashed into. He tried to retract his landing legs during this process, but a sharp pain told him that that could not be effectively done. Either way, he had to buy himself time for his shields to replenish and his hull to regenerate.

Readying a massive barrage of Chaff Missiles, he sets their fuses to detonate almost immediately, and fires.

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The strange bomber is struck quite violently by just being in proximity of the barrages of weaponry trained on the dragon in front of it. The blasts send it hurling into a nearby building with great speed, demolishing whatever remained of the ruined structure that it had perched on mere moments ago.

For a few seconds, it looks like the creature is dead. But eventually, it seems to raise itself out of the rubble and become airborne under its engine power. The craft is battered, though. Its zebra-printed hull is singed from the blast, and its legs are very clearly crippled. The bomber, probably not understanding what actually attacked it, proceeds to launch a swarm of missiles towards the Ant-like creatures in front of it.

But, oddly, the warheads seem to detonate prematurely. Exploding as they are about halfway to the target. Moreover, the weaponry seems to be incredibly weak. Despite the fact that hundreds of missiles were going off, the resulting sound resembled the small explosions of a fireworks display more than the thunderous blasts of a warzone. As this occurs however, the bomber seems to just disappear. And it is not just the bomber, either. Anything living or mechanical near the strange pyrotechnics display other than the small automatons that emerged from the dead dragon seem to become undetectable for a few moments. Almost as if they have been given some kind of cloaking device.

But, something else strange occurs as a result of this missile barrage. At first, it seems as if the skies darken slightly. But, anyone who would look up to investigate would be greeted with what appeared to be a swarm of small objects. Shortly thereafter, the rain would begin. Countless objects would begin falling from the sky, all centred around the area where the strange weapons detonated.
While each individual piece of debris varied wildly in size and shape, one could easily use a blanket term to describe all of them. Specifically something akin to "Garbage".

Random objects, ranging from small pieces of scrap metal to broken television sets rain down in quite a cataclysm. Plastic trash bags fall on the ground with a plop, releasing their unwanted contents. And discarded kitchen appliances smash into the earth with great force, their forlorn power cords being dragged behind struggling to keep up.

The discordant rain of waste seems to last far longer than what could be reasonably assumed. It is really a wonder how so much trash could be fit into so few missiles. Regardless, by the time the sanitation worker's nightmare of a storm is over, the area near the warhead's activation zone is covered by a few meters of waste. The area that the Vltra-Scraplets are in becomes quite true to their name, as they are covered by the blanket of what could only be described as a scapyard.

At least that Engineer would have was is basically an infinite supply of metal available if he is still alive.

[Ordocravia]

The offer for services had been canceled, why keep it up anyway? Afterwards a quite unsettling message from Amenria came, it read;

To all leaders in Mekishima's Earth

The war had escalated quickly. This is no longer a fight for what's right, but a fight for survival of the planet itself. If the creature is left alone, it would certainly be the end of the planet. That's why I would like to ask you to let us know if you have anything, anything at all that can withstand its attacks. I have a plan.

The Emperor Quickly Replied to the message with one of his own;

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We May not possess such resistant technologies,
Our allies, but what we do possess are weaponry and technologies that may be able to utterly Crush that creature.

We are presenting you with our best Technologies;

•LRHCF-4: This is a Flamethrower which can sprout metal Melting Flames for up to 300m in length and 15m in width, It can cancel many Energy Bolts and create Electromagnetic Shockwaves in the Progress

•K.K: An Experimental Bomb we have that turns everything in a large area to a Vaccuum, which, as you already know, Brutally kills any Organic life within

•Implosion Bombs: These Bombs fire at a speed of 2km/s and fully explode within three seconds, It has three Stages:
°An EMP shockwave Fires to all directions for many kilometers, capable of levelling Most Buildings and Frying up all Electronics and A.I near it.
°A Plasma Orb rapidly expands for some kilometers,
Eviscerating most -if not any- Material Substance it comes across
°The Plasma Orb Fully Retracts to the Point of Impact and then Explodes with a non Radioactive power of 50 Mt.

•We also possess Electromagnetic Shields for our Ships and Mainland, those shields fry up anything Technological/Electronic that comes across them.


Just Inform us on which of the Above you desire and we will deliver you some ASAP.

Thank you for your Patience,
The Ordocracian Command Post

Meanwhile the Reconstruction attempts at H.P.L.F.D.E.B Alpha prove even more fruitfull, It now emits sound frequencies, albeit not quite reminiscent of it's previous noise, Energy Emitting becomes more and more frequent, Now emitting even more powerful Photoenergy frequencies.

The Krenolsmāroon has entered scanning Proximity, estimated 18 days until arrival.

The End is visible, and it is bloody

[Novaya Equestria]

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.

[Zulu Enclave]

[/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.

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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.