The Chaos-Bringer [IC/All-Tech/Signup First]

by **Pax Cybertronian** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 4:54 am

OOC: The OP of the IC thread was made with the help of my co-OP, The Alternian Imperium, so I send my thanks to them!

The OOC thread can be found here!

In the darkest depths of space, a lone planet lay adrift in space. For eons, that planet had remained dormant from an eon-long war against its rivals, and its consciousness was sealed deep within its core, not to be released for millions of years. Some say that its core held the core conscious of a god; the same god who laid waste to the galaxy and devoured entire planets. The same god who fought the First Light, the rest of his pantheon and his children in an attempt to destroy all life in the Universe, spread beyond it and pursue an endless quest to consume any and all mortals in the Universe. Many people dismissed their statements as rants of mad-mechs driven insane by the Great War, and the rants of cultists whom believed in a 'second coming of Primus', as they called it. For eons, the planet lay dead in space, its core consciousness forever dormant. If it were to reawaken, then the planet it pursued would be consumed without a shred of mercy; many 'bots claimed that, transformed into his robot mode, he could hold the Earth in the palm of his servo.

For eons, it had rested in this desolate space, waiting for its time to finally resume its Universal conquest.

And then He awoke once more. Unicron.

Lights blinkered from Unicron's maw as he rose from his long, dreamless slumber. Rocks were turned from their resting place as thousands of robotic lifeforms on the surface were either ingested into Unicron's maw or transformed into Terrorcons and deranged Heralds to be used as his foot soldiers. Skyscrapers collapsed to the ground as its metallic components shifted to reveal a strangely familiar blue and orange colouration. He tried in vain to change into his robot mode and stretch his limbs; he felt as though he was trapped alive within rigor morphis, unable to transform. It was likely because, for so long, he was trapped in the core of this planet; but he finally escaped and was able to lay waste to the galaxy.

Awake, the Chaos-Bringer set his course for the planet Earth; a Decepticon fleet, led by a young Decepticon commander, consisting of 10,000 soldiers and 300 warships had been mobilized to that planet to conquer it, and an Autobot fleet led by a younger, and also quite stubborn, commander, consisting of roughly the same amount of soldiers and warships, was in pursuit. Strangely, Unicronian energies emanated from within the fleet's capital ship; perhaps some of the Decepticons' members had injected Dark Energon into themselves in order to become far stronger than they ever imagined. Finally, he let out a scream - not out of pain or fear, mind you; more like the war cry of Primus when he awoke to fight Unicron millions of years ago - directed towards the poor backwater planet. If any of the Earth's indigenous inhabitants managed to decrypt His message, they would discover a message repeated endlessly:

Code: Select all: The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.

Unicron then began to move towards the Earth. He was slow at first, but he eventually began to move faster after he metaphorically stretched out his aching limbs. Perhaps in a few days, or perhaps in a few weeks, someone would spot the arrival of their destroyer. Unicron didn't care when they spotted him; all he cared for was the Earth's consumption.

Meanwhile, laying deep in another universe…

Having accomplished a somewhat successful diplomatic trip, Patema Shroko removes his facade. He orders off his two associates to report back to their normal duty, and for the tools they had brought with them to be sent back to the nearest depot, while the Auric Plate returns back into the Condesce’s hands. After such, he decides it’s time to head back to his fathers: the men who brought him up, and the men who rule the Alternian Imperium from behind the shadows.

A portal opened wide from in front of him. A green and white void, with a man of a small stature at the end of the bright tunnel that had opened up. A large round white sphere for a head, with his human body balancing it like it had no weight to it, said body wearing a fancy white and green tuxedo. If it wasn’t for Shroko’s many years having also been spent here, he would have barely noticed his adoptive father in the camouflaging colors. He gained his charisma from him, imprinted on as a grub. He’s barely like a purpleblood, only resembling such in color and power. Stepping on inward to the dimension, the sphere of his master’s head had a strange electrical crackle in it.

Code: Select all: Ah, such a sight to see that you’re all fine. Not any infliction in you, as it seems. You’ve been away for so long, I was getting quite used to being alone. Though, who am I kidding? I’m never alone: I’m everywhere anyone could think of. You, the maidens, any single one of your kind, and any single being in existence. But you know that, don’t you boy?

Shroko gave a light chuckle, moving onward to his father figure, hands placed into his white jacket’s pockets. He mimicked his fathers’ style, merely rather using purple and gold over the neon green he wore. “Right as ever, Lord Scratch. It’s so good to always be face to face with you, rather then being in one of those cathedracombs again. I do love my own people and my blood, but sometimes those men and women are savages…” Having now reached over to stand directly in front of Scratch, a large green holograph of sorts appears behind him, of a colossal planetoid. “...This is? You’ve got quite the secrets, my lord, but… this is new to my knowledge.”

Code: Select all: Indeed. Though it is not mine. However, it is our potential ally. You may question what would we be allying with here? Well, you’ve simply been looking at it: this, is Unicron. A universe destroying planetoid, related to those Cybertronian folk you’ve met once or twice. It’s a part of your next mission. You’re going to meet with the recently awoken Unicron, and you’re going to do whatever comes afterward for it.

There was no complaint from the man. An order’s an order. Especially from the one who gave him all he needed. “Yes, another diplomatic mission, I assume?”

Code: Select all: Oh, not at all! This is a full on war. You’re going to be this machine world’s other aide, besides the already existing heralds it owns. And I want you to lead a “party of diplomacy” to him as well. You’re becoming an honorary Herald until he destroys all he needs to destroy. Anything I need to clear up?

“Yes, Lord Scratch. I’ll get to assembling what’s needed for the mission. You won’t be let down.” Stepping on away from the man, heading to the exit on out, eventually stepping out and the portal closing behind him. With a smile of confidence on his face, he was ready to begin his mission.

Merely a couple of hours later, a fleet began to approach Unicron, and after some time, swore their allegiance to the colossal machine, ready to aid it in every manner it can, with Shroko at the helm, and many thousands of psychotic, savage purpleblooded heralds at the ready for Unicron’s will to be dispensed to them.

by **A m e n r i a** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 5:41 am

???, Earth, Unicorn's Universe

A long-haired young woman stretched her arms while sitting on her bed. Thin rays of sunlight passed through the small opening on the curtained window before her, shining on her white T-shirt. She yawned and unplugged her phone from the charger it was connected to. She turned it on to check the time and found a notification. Curious, she opened it.

Pax Cybertronian wrote:The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.

She chuckled. She opened the group chat she had wih the other heroes. "I was right, pay up, u guys lol" she typed to the chat. "What? Already? I was starting to have fun here. I'll be there once I got the okay 哈哈哈*" replied someone with the username "Camellia".

The woman jumped out of her bed, streched a bit again and headed to the bathroom. It was going to be a big day ahead of her.

*hahaha

by **Asteria and Tycho** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 9:09 am

The Milky Way Galaxy,
‘Solaris’,
The Sol System,
Near Earth,
The Federation Battleship Heimdall,
Bridge,
Several Weeks Before Arrival

Completely enclosed, and more of a bunker than a bridge, Rear Admiral Hrafn Thorvidsson’s bridge was well-defended, a place even secreted away to the point that targeting it with certain levels of technology would be a bit difficult. However, neither that nor the ship being phased slightly out of the dimension - this phasing system not to be confused with the separate, but similar and simpler cloak - kept the Rear Admiral from looking out of artificial viewports and responding to sensors. He sat in his massive command chair, the Jotnar looking to one of his lieutenants before they spoke.

“Lieutenant, what are the vessels’ origins?” He asked. Some of their technology was so useful, albeit a bit intrusive if you weren’t one of them. Their psionics, implanted through technology and organic engineering, saw the Admiral asking for what the origins of the vessels detected - plural because he knew that there was more than one. The only reason they still communicated verbally was because total silence in the air, and noise in the mind made them all a bit uncomfortable - superstitious, even. They only communicated in that manner when secrecy was required.

“Admiral, we are detecting Decepticon and Commonwealth vessels heading towards this location.” The lieutenant said, as he operated a set of panels that were almost entirely virtual. This part of their augmented reality worldview was quite useful, especially in lowering the price of things. His fingers, not going too low, could actually feel a panel that wasn’t even there. His eyes looked up and to the left, pulling a notification down and blinking in surprise.

This would be several weeks before arrival. The Heimdall possessed the most advanced sensory and stealth equipment in the fleet. The only reason they were getting notifications about detection now was because of a confirmation in a match between emanations, and the artificial intelligence acknowledging that, after some time, the vessels had continued on their heading. The Heimdall and the rest of its organization were tasked with monitoring the universe. Without the filter, the Heimdall had a massive amount of sensory information to sort through.

“Cataclysmic emanations are being detected.” The lieutenant was tense. The Admiral behind him wasn’t as tense, however, or at least didn’t appear to be.

Unicron. It could be a mistake, but, in all likelihood, it wasn’t.

“Alert the Federation Admiralty. Request several ships that will be able to jump into the system if the vessels continue on their heading once they arrive, vessels that can intercept them if they move elsewhere. Until they meet their location, however, we will not need to intercept them. Until then, we have peace. Continue to monitor the situation..” The Rear Admiral said, knowing that the jump drives of the Federation would allow them to instantly arrive at their location, as they ‘jumped’ in space like an electron could ‘jump’ between locations in an atom.

A fleet of the Federation's own would be here once the Cataclysm's agents were here. Earth would not die without a fight, nor would any other planet between Heimdall and the enemy fleet.

Galaxy Unknown,
Primary Federation Space,
Breidablick Sector,
Perseriatrix Cluster,
Perseriatrix Oversystem,
The Centrality,
The City of Ten Thousand Falling Stars

The Breidablick Sector, sharing a name with the most beautiful of heavens that the ‘human’ God Baldr thrived in, was a region of space of such vastness and diversity that many could scarcely compare, perhaps save for some of the other sectors of space inhabited by the Federation, but even they couldn’t truly outshine Breidablick. Within it was the Perseriatrix Cluster, a cluster of massive beauty harnessed through the power of astro-engineering; this cluster is a moderately high density gathering of thousands of stars, worlds, nebula, and all the material needed to make it self-sufficient with the right industry backing it. If you looked closely, you would see within the cluster something very special - the Perseriatrix Oversystem, a double star system containing three natural groups of planets that gave the Cluster its name. It is here that the Aster were spawned. Nestled between the two stars, each with a system facing away from the center between them, is the Perseriatrix Centrality. Surrounding the worlds of the centrality is the City of Ten Thousand Falling Stars, an artificial construction of various facilities and living areas in a ring of asteroids, comets, and more.

Set in so-called ‘Primary Federation Space’, the Centrality was the home of the Federation of Aster, not the territory held by the Federation throughout Andromeda, the Milky Way, or elsewhere, nor the main operating bases, cooperative security locations, or forward operating bases. It was a land of light that gave birth to those Of the Light, the Aster. The City of Ten Thousand Falling Stars, however, was a land where a great many things would take place, much like elsewhere in the centrality. Flying within the shielding of the ring, which is not necessarily connected in all places, were ‘Oumuamua Sloops, a lifeform native to Tycho and harnessed here to provide a particularly useful life form that served a purpose as well as was fun to look at. Space was empty, after all, and sometimes people just wanted to gaze upon life that wasn’t necessarily their kind, or the kind their kind had lived with for millennia.

The message had been received by a commander with access to such things. No reason to worry the rest of the population, yet, she assumed. Adalis wasn’t necessarily concerned about that, however. Some members of the population were rather egotistical, and, unlike her, didn’t remember the devastation wrought by the Heralds of Unicron the last time he plagued the universe. It was intriguing, really, that he would return now. She quirked her head, the snow white-haired, dark-skinned Asterian’s eyes closed as she started up another program. Instead of just shopping for new clothing that her exoskeleton - currently stored away internally - would create as needed, the genetically modified administrator would join a virtual discussion of some settlement administrators to discuss mission plans.

The settlements of the Federation everywhere would find themselves prepared at heightened readiness. Generally, the Federation was always prepared for an attack, just not those on the magnitude that Unicron and other powerful forces could enact. The Federation’s defenses on the usual were geared towards lower level threats. It seemed as though they would probably be fighting quite a bit for this, unfortunately. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too bad, though. Disaster was definitely a possibility here, if not for the Federation - whom Adalis hoped wouldn’t just hide again, which would recuse them all from actually having to fight unless what happened last time happened again, though she assumed that if they all phased now that the Federation would have a better chance of surviving - then certainly for the rest of the universe. One couldn’t necessarily re-enter one’s normal phase to interact with a recovered universe if everyone had died, at least not as easily as before, and Adalis was sure to state that opinion. This time, the Federation could not hide. They nearly doomed themselves the last time when they made a mistake and fractured the Old Confederacy into slightly different phases, while a massive enemy fleet was in the Centrality and various other areas, no less. Adalis has always wondered if they could have prevented a species here or there from going extinct, if her siblings, her parents, those long-lived ancestors of hers would be alive. They were on Narius Colony helping to administer the world when the Cataclysm came, an outpost that, while quickly growing, was destroyed almost instantly.

Adalis sighed, and shifted in her seat. She couldn’t just watch this time - not again.

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 9:35 am

Tagged af

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 9:40 am

/teggy

by **Siberai** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 10:37 am

Observer Construct 'Prime Edict', Mid Slipstream Transit to Milky Way Galaxy, Coordinates 560.2 - 700.9, On course to Alpha Centauri System, escorted by Armageddon-Class Superheavy-Dreadnaughts 'Desolation of Kapelia' and 'Ruination of Sol'.

In a whole different dimension, travelling millions of lightyears, was the Prime Edict, a Guardian-Class Observation Construct, with a mission: Set up an science nexus near to the Sol System, observe the ensuing battle between the lifeforms and the Cosmic Object only known as Unicron.
A Spherical Object floated past the Cryo Suspension Cells, slowly making its way to a panel, softly humming to itself as the spheroid A.I put in a code, and got to work laying out plans and setting timers, while their organic operators slept peacefully in their Cryo Cells. It never wondered why these humans never bothered to contact the races present in the galaxy they were to observe, there was vital science to be done there, but nevertheless, it worked. It called itself 610 Exuberant Bias, Caretaker of the Delta Judgement Array, and yet, was here on The Prime Edict. But that was no matter. They were reaching the Galactic Rim. As the ship sped along its course Exuberant Bias swiftly began programming Exploration Drones to probe a 100 LY Radius of Alpha Centauri, hopefully to find a new alien race or a planet to set up further outposts on. They already had selected a planet and a moon to set up Outposts on, a moon of a Gas Giant named Saturn, named Titan, and a Planet in the Proxima Centauri System, named Faeus. As the ship begun to close in on the system of Alpha Centauri, it signaled the ships to it's flanks to follow it's instructions and exit Slipspace in 10 Minutes. As the minutes passed by, Exuberant Bias couldn't help but chatter to herself.

Code: Select all: "Oh, what joy! Finally being out of the Judgement Array, and going out on a Intergalactic Science Expedition! Oh What Fun! Maybe I should prepare to make First Contact! Maybe I should enact the Firaxis Protocol, and make sure nobody can follow where we came from..."

A Green Light Flashed that signaled 10 seconds to Slipspace exit. Bias swiftly began preparations to pull the crew of the Prime Edict out of Cryo Suspension, and hoped that whatever was out there, didn't detect the massive sub-space signature they were about to send out. Soon enough, the three gargantuan ships exited Slipspace, sending out an almost overwhelming about of Cherenkov and Hawking Radiation, along with Sub-Space Waves. The began re-assembling themselves out of their pieces, allowing them to begin their mission in earnest. The Prime Edict looked almost like an Eagle with it's outstretched wings. It tapered at the bottom, ending in a point. The Superheavy-Dreadnaughts looked like terrifying horizontal spires, laden with weapons that could reduce a world's surface to cinders. The Crews of the said ships woke up, looked at each other, and nodded, beginning their 1000 year work of observing and cataloguing the species they would find. One man stood out, with Jet-black hair and snow-white skin, with dark green eyes, who could be identified only as the Ur-Didact. A beautiful woman stood beside him, with flowing blonde hair, and slightly darker pale skin,with brilliant yellow eyes, only identifiable as The Librarian. These were Homo Novum. New Humans. The Precursors. The Primogenitors. Whatever they may be called, they had one mission. They came to watch their other-dimensional brethren fight this cosmic threat, or die horribly trying. Such was the plan of The High Promethean, whom they identified as Tsar Miroslav IV.
They sent out their probes, Bias entered coordinates for the Probes to follow. Only a few words escaped the Didacts lips, broadcasted across the galaxy in a alien language so foreign, it was almost impossible to translate, the latter part impossible to translate.

Code: Select all: "We have arrived, Homo Sapiens. And we will watch you fight and survive, or fight and perish. Echicma'luk Tensiunii Lachie, Haikii."

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 11:24 am

Warsaw, Radio Telescope A-2, SEIT Network
The scientist on duty sipped coffee as he waited the night away. Aside from the occasional background radiation from various cosmic happenings, he wasn't really hearing anything important.
Then, abruptly, a blast of radio energy fried his instruments and caused him to yank his headphones off.
"Son of a bitch!"
He opened up his laptop and managed to salvage a recording.
He ran it through several times, and then something resembling normal speech emerged.

The Chaos*#!]£_ has awo**'en?-) This planet shall be consumed to )27$-!!-ger. Death to &:&-' lifef$/$-&11&/&@.

He picked up a satellite phone.
"This is Station A-2. You might want to see this."
This scene repeated itself on all of the Commonwealth's radio telescopes.

Königsberg Castle
Kaiser Crassus XV awoke and stretch his arms. "Bleh...fucking Mondays." He trod into the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, and began getting dressed.
While lacing his jackboots his STU rang.
"Ja?"
"Mein Kaiser, this is the Abwehr Central Command. Last night some sort of energy pulse or signal fried most of our radio telescopes. I'm not sure, but I think most of the other nations are experiencing the same difficulty. When a recording was taken and was run through a translator we got some edgy rant about the imminent consumption of the world, hang on as I fax you what we pieced together."

The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.

"Gott im himmel, is this a joke?"
"Possibly. Might be an Exodian pilot who got bored, flew into the void, and blasted this signal for shits and giggles. As far as I know they're the only other nation with any void capable craft, and ours don't have transmitters this strong, dunno about them. Or it's aliens, but we can't know until we repair the telescopes."
"Very well. Keep me informed."
"Jawahol mein Kaiser."
Crassus sighed and fired up a word processor.

TO: Governor of the Democratic Exodian Territories
FROM:Kaiser Crassus XV
Last night all of our radio telescopes got fried. Some energy pulse/signal, that got translated into some edgy emo shit. I'll include a copy below. Now, you're the only other nation with void capable craft, and we certainly do not have transmitters that strong-not so sure about you. For all we know one of your pilots flew into space, got bored, and blasted this. If so, please pay for damages and punish the pilot responsible.
The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.

OOC: Siberai, your message will be recieved later, when we get a radio telescope repaired.

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 1:08 pm

Mid-Earth geostationary orbit, Somewhere over the Caribbean Sea
Paradiso I space station

“Hoooly shit! Guys, you have to take a look at this!” A researcher said, poring over a set of new documents. He’d seen several new, powerful radio signals through the Paradiso’s ARE-914 radio telescope, ones that highly seemed- no, guaranteed to be some sort of extraterrestrial communication. It was coming in on all channels, too, not just the telescope.

However, when the group of scientists tried to confirm exactly what it meant, they hit something- it was in encrypted, coded somehow, despite its pattern clearly matching an Earthlike language.

Though being utilized for several civilian/scientific purposes, the Paradiso was an armed, military-regulated platform, so the researcher, not knowing who to turn to with this puzzling matter gave it to the Exodian Air Force officials on the other side of the station.

“What the hell? Where did you get this from?” was the only response to the scientist’s request. It was immediately spotted as an encrypted document, and once run through simple deciphering software, it was very clear what the message was- but its context unclear and highly disturbing.

“Keep quiet about this, everyone.” was the simple order to everyone around the station. “So far, this seems like complete bullshit- but we have to address it somehow.”

[Ghost Location]
Exodian Army Biological Security Division, Headquarters and Main Retainment Center

Colonel Percy Solomon oversaw the organization’s base, flipping through several new documents with ease with the occasional look at his desktop or outside at the soldiers and workers going about various duties. He sat in his metal-lined office, his gray fatigues loose and his dark skin wet with perspiration. The opening guitar of Fortunate Son played on a tab on his computer as he hummed along.

It had only been a few days since he had secretly been appointed by freshly-inaugurated Governor Diego Rodriguez as the new director of the ABSD; in all of the beauty and madness that it kept silent from the world. He was more slow and analytical than his predecessor, General Reissen (who still had authority over the division and worked in his own office below), if with a tiny bit less zeal.

This new report of a “Chaos-Bringer” was already hard to contain, with everyone in the military, intelligence, and even a few conspiracy-theorist civilians knowing everything. But that wasn’t needed now- no, the validity of this apparent new threat had to be evaluated, and all assets scrambled and alert.

“Solomon? Any word from Rodriguez?” General Reissen said, opening the door to the office. “Get up off your ass. We have to mobilize and act on command.”
Despite being and acting younger than Solomon, Reissen had been in control of the ABSD since the time of Governor Shang, a time with too much close calls. Such experience needed to be trusted.

“Acknowledged. I just... don’t know what to do, really. I’ve already put everything on high alert, but I have no idea where to take it from there. The whole world knows about it, what are we supposed to do?”
“Expect orders soon, mate. Either this ‘planet-consumer’ is a terrible joke, or we’re in deep shit.”

New Collective City, Trade Sector

Night had come to the vibrant, huge metropolis, but it didn’t seem to stop any part of it. It just bustled on, bright lights still shining as people traded stocks, labored hard, and lived their lives. Not even the rogue radio signal that seemed to only occupy tabloids and the Internet could bother it.
William Shang lounged on an office chair in his luxurious penthouse, sitting in the slight peace of boredom. He had finished his term as Governor in a clean, bright spirit and transitioned back to a civilian life, seemingly choosing publicity or privacy as he willed. His Cabinet and the Senators during his term has moved on just as nicely, with most becoming media contributors or authors.

Shang’s phone rang, and he picked up- not at all expecting what was waiting on the other side of the line.
“Mr. Shang?”
“Mr. Governor?” He laughed a little bit. “Rodriguez. What’s going on?”
Despite being from opposite political parties and some differing views, Shang had long been welcoming of his successor. Besides, inauguration had been over 4 months ago. What could possibly be the source of this new alertness, almost frightened tone in Diego’s voice?
“This call’s encrypted. I need your advice, and a few members of your old Cabinet. You’re going to have to go to the Chateau, now. It’s easier to explain there.”

Shang was just as alarmed now, starting to gather up some belongings. “I-I’m getting ready. I’ll start driving.”

“Nonsense. Military personnel and Secret Service are coming in a Rainmaker. Your apartment complex has a helipad, right?”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll be right there.” Shang replied, stuttering a bit.

He got dressed in semi-formal clothing quickly, tossing on a few concealed holsters before slipping on a slight sportcoat. Then, grabbing an umbrella, he pushed out of his penthouse, and rushed towards the floor with the helipad, rain pattering softly outside.

...

TO: Kaiser Crassus XV
FROM: Governor Diego Rodriguez
ENCRYPTION: MAROON

It couldn’t have been our doing.

For starters- The Exodian Air Force was in fact testing a squadron of combat spacecraft (dammit, digging into some real classified shit here) last night, but there’s no goddamn way- we have absolutely no transmitters that strong, and besides, none of the flight paths, which we do track closely, have come close to your nation, as they stayed close to the Caribbean, and at the very most, near the southern parts of North and Central America.

Besides, as I mentioned before, we got hit by the same message, as well- it’s blowing up on the news and conspiracy theorists are already jumping to conclusions, because the entire civilian population somehow got it too, not to mention all military radios and devices. It was first received at a radio telescope on a space station of ours and decrypted, my friends in the scientific community tell me it’s a miracle our own hardware wasn’t grilled.

I recommend we still remain in close contact- more development may arise soon. We’re taking it very seriously in Exodia.

by **Random Characters** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 1:53 pm

Universe Prime
Virgo Supercluster
Local Group
M33(Known as Triangulum)
Delsuk System
In orbit of the ruins of Limoid
On a computer outside of the chamber, a message was received. In it was two items: a set of coordinates, and a number along with a brief description. The number was 4-08 and the description contained what little information could be gained from the being that warranted the classification of 4-08. The coordinates, while vital, were not important at the moment. The person who sat at the desk that held the computer momentarily displayed a look of surprise. He pushed a button next to the computer. A robotic voice shouted from the ceiling.

Code: Select all: Activating mind-machine interface. Please wait... Activation successful. Attaching interface to subject. Please wait... Attachment successful. Subject's mental processes adjusting to device. Please send your message now.

The message was sent to the chamber. Inside it resided a man by the name of Tertius Cyricus. He was the CEO-Emperor of the Galactic Corporate Empire of Haigon. Through years of research, he was made immortal. But this knowledge could not fight the flow of time. While he would not die, his perception of time grew faster as years went on. Devices were made so that he could communicate with the outside world.

A few moments passed, then the computer updated with a new message.

Code: Select all: Deal with this threat immediately. This entity can not impede our retribution on the Machina for the crime of exchanging their humanity for cold, soulless metal. Now that we have the coordinates for their worlds from the ship that Siberai recovered, we can't let it go to waste. Fleet Admiral Foster will handle this crisis. He now has control of all assets in the Milky Way.

Milky Way Galaxy
Barnard's Star
Flagship Kyohr's Might
Fleet Admiral Hal Foster had only just arrived, and things were already going wrong. For some reason, most of the fleet and army disappeared while his flagship was traveling here, leaving him with only 2,000 ships and 2 million soldiers. Fortunately, the factories and Alcubierre bombs had not been touched and deployment of a base had gone smoothly. He wasn't sure the fleet he had could handle a class 4-08. That classification meant it was a sapient entity with anomalous aspects. If the rumors were right, it would be upgraded to a 4-09, a universe destroyer. He gave the order to have all assets regroup at the factories and base to defend them. Suddenly, a message was received.

Code: Select all: "We have arrived, Homo Sapiens. And we will watch you fight and survive, or fight and perish. Echicma'luk Tensiunii Lachie, Haikii."

The last portion of the message was gibberish, of course, from a species they never met, but the admiral couldn't help but wonder who sent it.

by **The Hexagon Industries** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 2:28 pm

The 47th Cosine Epsilon, the first tangent of it's size about to be deployed in the Peus Multiverse, were all ready to be launched. The preparation for a large force started when the Hexagon began receiving reports of a lunatic godlike entity attempting to vanquish all life in the entire Umbrella Universe.

Parked in the hangars of the large complex, were large quantities of Vortexes, Arrow Cavaliers, and Halos. In an open space next to the parked vehicles, were hundreds of thousands of agents, all marching in formation. Large, tall buildings towered all around them, and Monoliths and Deathbringers were lying dormant at the far side of the sector. In spite of all these activity, the complex was almost silent, noises no louder than gunshots were heard. At the center of the far-reaching complex, was a large, white beacon, receiving information from all outposts scattered all across the Multiverse Cluster.

This was the heart of the Hexagon itself, situated at the very center of the Legacy Multiverse, Alpha-Zero.

"Our absconditus outpost in Ceres has found nothing yet, my Overseer. Exercitus and his tangent are almost ready, and even more are now in stasis, ready to be awakened when in need of reinforcements," a High Seer spoke, bowing slightly in respect. "We have also contacted and allied with the mechanical lifeforms spearheading the rebellion against the Second Cybertronian Empire. We do know that the Peus Colony is allied with the Decepticon Empire, so, we will act separately from their actions. They wouldn't even know the fight had even existed. We are prepared to take action if any repercussions would occur."

The Overseer was silent at first, staring at the marching agents in front of the barracks. He was sitting down in front of a large window, from a building high enough for him to see the entirety of his complex. "Excellent," was the only reply he had gotten.

He bowed again, before leaving the room.

Minutes after the one-sided conversation had occurred, the parked vehicles began to activate, and take off. Loaded with agents, the vessels went high up into the atmosphere, and one by one, the ships jumped out of the Thaumine, disappearing in a flash of light. The last ones that left the complex, were the Deathbringers.

The skies flashed brightly as the first Deathbringer began to leave the dimension, then the second, then the third. It went on and on, until the last Deathbringer, one that had contained the commander, disappeared in a loud, thunderous boom.

by **Universal Union of Panhumanity** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 6:36 pm

Surveillance Buoy 09573-Epsilon
Oort Cloud
Sol System
Paraverse-957

The small, spherical construct drifted through the great void, its only company the comets and other icy planetesimals that lurked in the cold abyss at the edge of the system. It had been placed there a few months earlier as part of the Universal Union's exoversal surveillance program, equipped with a vast array of sensors to observe the native denizens of this parallel reality. In that time, it had done little, simply watching and transmitting a steady flow of data back to its operators. Back in the home universe, a sub-sapient artificial intelligence monitored the stream of information, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Thus far, it had had nothing to report. Suddenly, the buoy's sensitive antenna picked up a massive radio burst, extrasolar in origin. The monitoring intelligence studied it for a few nanoseconds, wondering if it could potentially by natural in origin, some sort of fast radio burst, but on closer observation, there was a clear pattern to it, indicative of language, of intelligence. In an instant, it alerted its superiors, transmitting the data to the controlling Archailect of the Fifth Horseman, admiral of the Fifth Strike Fleet.

The Fifth Horseman was at that moment enjoying a cup of tea with its subordinates, having created a detailed simulation of a café on Eisengard for its human avatar and its fellows amongst the other vessels. As the data packet arrived, he gently placed his cup on the transparent adamant table, activating its decryption algorithms in an effort to make sense of the information. Within the simulation, the process took a few seconds, but to an external observer it was done in a length of time almost too small to accurately quantify. It frowned in concern, dismissing the simulated environment. This action immediately drew the attention of its fellow avatars, who now gave him looks of curiosity and surprise.

"Comrades." he spoke, turning to address them. "I have a just received an alert from Surveillance Buoy 09573-Epsilon, in Paraverse-957. Microseconds ago, it intercepted a radio burst of unknown origin, although it is clearly artificial. Upon translation, its contents are revealed to be most concerning."

He waved his hand, and a projection of the decrypted message flared up before the assembled avatars:

The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.

"As you can see, this is probably very serious. It appears likely that some sort of entity, this 'Chaos-Bringer', has become active in the region, and has apparently decided that Earth is going to be its next meal." he continued. "Now, we have standing orders to try and prevent things like the extinction of all life within Paraverse-957, and the other realities under our protection. As such, we are duty-bound to intervene." the others nodded in acknowledgement.

"Prepare for exoversal jump within the next ten milliseconds." ordered the admiral, his avatar now in full uniform. "We must investigate the capabilities of this entity and devise a means of stopping its plans of xenocide."

by **A m e n r i a** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 7:49 pm

Fragment

The woman was brushing her teeth when her phone vibrated again. She received another message from a different civilization this time. She simply looked at it and decided to reply later once she finished with getting ready to go out.

Siberai wrote:"We have arrived, Homo Sapiens. And we will watch you fight and survive, or fight and perish. Echicma'luk Tensiunii Lachie, Haikii."

After she was all prepped up, she replied to the message.

Code: Select all: We'll be doing the former, thank you very much. You're welcomed to jump in and help us, you know.

Afterwards, she went out of the room she rented and locked it. She went up a flight of stairs ending in a door leading to the rooftop. She drew her gun and shot its hinges before kicking it down. She walked across the rooftop and took a small device attached to a key. She pressed a button on said device, revealing a hidden aircraft that has been parked there all along. The aircraft's cockpit opened and she jumped in. The plane took off vertically, before zooming away and hiding itself again.

From the aircraft, Fragment monitored America. She found nothing out of the ordinary. At least not yet. She tapped her earphone. "This is Fragment reporting from the west. Everything's okay so far at my end. What about you guys? Wait, scratch that, I think I found some hostiles. Exodians. Democrats are so disgusting, I'll get back to you in a few."

Yoo Junghwa

The freezing temperatures of Scandinavian highlands had little effect on the mutant sniper stationed there, thanks to her clothes and her physiology. Her drones have been scouring the heights as her eagle eyes tried to spot any incoming threats. She replied to her comrade's message. "Yoo Junghwa reporting from the north. My drones have detected no threat."

Tesla Jiang

The Amenrian cyborg infiltrated a secret facility in South Africa, one that had access to surveillance all across the continent. Making short work of the guards, he sat in front of a supercomputer, attaching himself to it and typing away on its keyboard. With quickness and precision, he monitored Africa. Children playing in fields, men herding cattle, cheetahs basking in the sun, everything seemed normal. "Africa's safe so far. How's our Eastern brethren?"

Camille

The breathtakingly beautiful vampire often known as the "Vampire Queen" in her world stepped out of a nightclub after an exchange of information with covert agents. The lights of Shanghai illuminated the night cityscape. Camille gently brushed her hair with her right hand and replied to her allies. "Asia's alright. A bit more backwards than our Asia, but alright."

by **Arkeyana** » Tue Apr 03, 2018 7:59 pm

The Battlefleet drifted over Terra Spaceport as the Final checks were made.
[Site 000 this is Commander *static*, all systems are operational."]
[Commander *static* this is Site 000, you are clear for jump]
[Very well, initiating fleet movement]

The commander called the fleet to alert as they jumped the gap between universes in mere seconds, emerging on the other side.

"Assume Icarus Formation, power up Quantum Sync." He said, the fleet got into formation in a matter of seconds, aimed at Unicron, and powering up the Quantum Sync.

by **Ordocravia** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 4:37 am

>Supreme General Pegorpax Matenvolis Voxli
>Onboard the Doomsayer Battery

The Supreme General was onboard the Doomsayer Battery on Saturn inspecting fuel extraction for his Dreadnaught when a message popped up on his screen, after inspecting it for a while he exclaimed:

"This is strange, our allies have reported a planet sized A.3 XYV type abnormality in the outer hand region... 'Destroy all lifeforms'... This seems interesting... You! Engineer, put me on line with the Emperor, I think we have an opportunity in our hands"

The Engineer, not knowing what was what that had intriqued the general so much, obeyed his Orders and called on the Imperial Communication Line, waiting for the Emperor to pick up.

Meanwhile the Emperor himself wad overlooking the Pass of a Destroyer Squadron from the Stargate on Mercury. Donned in his characteristic deep blue military Garments and a simple sword by his side -it was an Empire-wide broadcasted appearance, after all- and four of his most trusty Death Corps at his side, received the message from the Engineer over at the Doomsayer, slightly angered at the interruption, he replied to the call

"Whatever it is you interrupted me for better be of importance, im saying this for your own good, now speak up"

With no delay the engineer replied

"I apologise that I interrupted you in a public appearance my lord, but Supreme General C.3 has requested your attention, judging by how he looked I can safely guess that the matter is important"

"Ugh, hand him the screen"

The engineer then went on and gave the screen to the Supreme general, which in an obviously excited yet restrained tone said:

"You won't believe what I am about to tell you your highness, but something extremely noteworthy just got reported to our databanks; a planet sized A.3 XYV entity just showed up out of nowhere, I believe that it is for our own benefit if we were to capture it"

The Emperor's eyes widened as he heard that
"A planet sized A.3 XYV? Out of nowhere? What in the name of god is going on right now? Knowing how our universe behaves this entity is going to draw lots of attention, have two million men at the ready, load up our batteries , bring in Centuries I, IV and XIX while I ready the SABW hordes, after that meet me in Oracle battery in 48 hours, bring your sobrebnetes¹ with you

Oh, and, Pegorpax, hit these low-lifes down there on Earth with a propaganda message, keep them informed and on our side."

After hearing the demand , the Supreme general replied by doing the Imperial Salute and saying "Yes, sir!"

Two thousand ships and a few dozen transports carrying the 2 million soldiers came in through the gateway and docked on Mars while the Emperor and Generals decided their next course of action.

The Message relayed on Earth was the following

"Good citizens of Planet Earth, this is your protector speaking: The luminous Ordocravian Empire

We warn you of the appearance of a highly dangerous entity which most probably wants us all dead, we ask of you your humble services and co-operation with us in these hard times and we will guarantee our species' survival till the end of all times, long live Planet Earth, long live Humanity.

Long live the Ordocravian Empire

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 7:53 am

Democratic Exodian Territories wrote:
TO: Kaiser Crassus XV
FROM: Governor Diego Rodriguez
ENCRYPTION: MAROON

It couldn’t have been our doing.

For starters- The Exodian Air Force was in fact testing a squadron of combat spacecraft (dammit, digging into some real classified shit here) last night, but there’s no goddamn way- we have absolutely no transmitters that strong, and besides, none of the flight paths, which we do track closely, have come close to your nation, as they stayed close to the Caribbean, and at the very most, near the southern parts of North and Central America.

Besides, as I mentioned before, we got hit by the same message, as well- it’s blowing up on the news and conspiracy theorists are already jumping to conclusions, because the entire civilian population somehow got it too, not to mention all military radios and devices. It was first received at a radio telescope on a space station of ours and decrypted, my friends in the scientific community tell me it’s a miracle our own hardware wasn’t grilled.

I recommend we still remain in close contact- more development may arise soon. We’re taking it very seriously in Exodia.

To:Governor Rodriguez
From:Kaiser Crassus XV
Very well. I'll keep in touch, Rodriguez. I feel a storm coming, one neither of us are prepared to face...

by **Pax Cybertronian** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 3:05 pm

Inside the Victory, named after the Decepticon flagship that fell in the skies of Archon Four₁ during the CyberWar₂, Galvatron sat on a dark purple and reddish throne, resting his orange fusion cannon on its left arm. Its black spikes adorned the sides, and Galvatron would have liked to place the head of an Autobot prisoner who was tortured to death, but he'd rather not let the throne succumb to rust because of decay. He didn't remember how long it had been since he was split into two different entities - a younger version of himself and the original Megatron - by some cosmic pulses resonating from Nexus Zero₃. All for the better. After all, the original Galvatron had succumbed to madness after Thrull₃'s plasma baths bathed him for what seemed like several hours, rendering his logic circuits brittle. While he retained similar levels of omnicidal insanity, his 'split-spark' Megatron managed to escape with nary a mark on his logic circuits.

He remembered the first Autobot he had ever slain on Thrull. His name was, apparently, Headshot. Galvatron chuckled quietly to himself as he envisioned the Autobot's fear-stricken face as he sundered Thrull. While he wanted to ramble further, he'd been advised by Tarpit not to dwell on such things for too longer - it could have either drove him further into insanity or, dare he say, be usurped by the likes of Starscream, who would use his sanity, or lack thereof, to his advantage.

Tarpit had his left arm shattered for that, and had to be taken to Flatline for repairs.

Galvatron chuckled. He was assigned by Megatron himself to combat the threat of a planetoid - the real deal, unlike that phony avatar who moulded him into who he was in 2015. If the avatar was so powerful, then it was almost certain that humanity was doomed to extinction - the avatar destroyed one of their space colonies with ease, and he presumed that the real Unicron was responsible for the recent disappearance of Lithone₄. He was itching for some good conflict - it had been a while since he and his army had been involved in a full-blown war.

Suddenly, the HUD blinkered green, and a message appeared in Neocybex₅, roughly translating to, "Incoming message from Autobot flagship. Accept?"

Galvatron turned to Monsoon. "Accept it. I want to see who's here."

Monsoon pressed accept, and Optimus Prime appeared on the central monitor in the bridge. "Galvatron. This is Optimus Prime, commander of the Ark. I've come here to request that you don't destroy the Earth. We have far gre-"

Galvatron cackled, interrupting Optimus. "Me? The mighty Galvatron? Listen to the words of an Autobot?" Galvatron responded before cackling again. "Ha! I'd rather bow down to Starscream! Ha-ha-ha!"

"This is serious," Optimus responded. "Unicron is about to attack the Earth, and we need to join forces to stop him."

"Hah! Never! We'll make the Chaos-Bringer into our puppet," Galvatron said, shaking his servo at Optimus. "To sate our hunger for power!"

Optimus sighed. "It's imperative that you join us. If you don't, Cybertron and the rest of the Constellate could be consumed by him! Everyone - even your beloved Megatron - would ultimately be consumed by-"

"I despise that wannabe split-spark!" Galvatron roared, before arching his fusion cannon at the central monitor and firing at it with several blasts. At the end of Galvatron's fury, a purple Sweep, created by Unicron, called Hurricane stepped up behind him.

"Lord Galvatron, with all due respect, did you have to destroy the monitor?" Hurricane inquired.

Galvatron suddenly turned his fusion cannon at Hurricane and blew a hole through his leg. "Fool! I do what I want! I don't want to communicate with the Autobots any more!"

Hurricane pulled himself up, tending to his bloody wound. "But mighty Galvatron, you must at least consider-"

"I'll consider their request when my spark is extinguished," Galvatron said while Hurricane was pulled up by his fellow Sweeps. "Decepticons! Prepare for battle!"

"Lord Galvatron," a raspy voice cried out. It was Sliphunt, "we've received a message from, I believe, some organic race."

"Show me the message," Galvatron responded. Sliphunt nodded, typed a command in at the console and a short broadcast from

Code: Select all: "We have arrived, Homo Sapiens. And we will watch you fight and survive, or fight and perish. Echicma'luk Tensiunii Lachie, Haikii."

"Bah! No concern of us... but do translate the end of that message; I'm interested," Galvatron said, walking back to his throne. He pointed at the window. "Onward! Let's conquer the Earth, no matter what some Primus-fearing coots say about Unicron!"

In a nearby sector to the Earth, Unicron and his fleet of heralds had started to head towards the backwater planet of Earth, located in the Outer Rim of the Milky Way. Rumours of his revival had quickly circulated throughout the entire Milky Way. From as far away from Cybertron as Ghennix₆, its citizens had prepared to mobilize its military to defend against the machination; Megatron had, meanwhile, ordered the nearby star-fleet to defend Cybertron from any wanton attacks on the planet himself. The Constellate had followed suit, though annexation efforts had not slowed - if anything, Megatron had ordered the conquest of more planets than usual: five planets had been annexed in one day by Decepticon forces, but granted, they were in the same star system. Maybe that was just dumb luck, but Megatron wanted to ensure that his vast empire was not torn asunder by some powerful cosmic entity. If some organics had been wiped out in the process of the Decepticons' conquest, all the better.

Suddenly, a fleet of Arkeyanan warships, deployed from the Terra Spaceport, had, according to Unicron's vast databanks, assumed 'Icarus Formation' and had powered up the 'Quantum Sync'. Unicron's temporal systems within his cranial chamber - vestiges of a long-gone time where Unicron and the rest of his incarnations had been a multiversal singularity; the loss of which Unicron had long mourned even in his dormancy - had traced the starships to another Universe. The antiquated systems, however, couldn't specify what Universe they had came from; they needed to be rebooted after Unicron had consumed the Earth for sure.

Unicron opened his maw and a bright yellowish light opened its way into the void of space. Unicron couldn't let anything impede his quest to consume a planet, let alone some 'unimportant', 'inferior' starships. Without speaking a word, Unicron's maw began to drag anything nearby towards him. While he - arrogant as it may have been - was sure that the Quantum Synch couldn't damage him, he had to destroy the starships so he could have made his way to the Earth as soon as possible.

1: A planet owned by the Quintessons.

2: A war between the Transformers and the Quintessons, it eventually led to the destruction of the Quintessons' old home planet, Quintesson.

3: A now-destroyed planet that orbited Hydran, it was famous for its plasma baths and was used by the Autobots

4: A colony consumed by Unicron before he attacked the Earth. Notable inhabitants were Kranix and Arblus.

5: The most popular language on Cybertron, it was spoken throughout the entire Constellate. It succeeded the Primal Vernacular.

6: A planet that was home to sixty billion inhabitants throughout its entire small empire, it was located on the outskirts of Vestial Imperium territory when it dominated much of known Transformer space.

by **Valentine Z** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 5:17 pm

De Sierlijke und Verwonderlijk Feline Utopia et its Heerlijk Autonomous Opperheerschappij ov Valentine Z
Upper Yangon White House, Yangon, Burma

It was just a typical evening for the Valentians on their own planet. Some of them have just came back from their parallel universe holidays, which requires that you buy an insurance and a failsafe teleportation device to yank you back to Valentine Z’s Earth once things gone awry in the other dimensions. Such is the case of one family that decided to spend a vacation in Jurassic Era, and fortunate enough for them, they managed to teleport back before a dinosaur managed to make a meal out of them. Basically, the Valentians are no strangers to interdimensional travel, although for all things considered, Valentine Z’s Earth is the best Earth for them.

That peace only lasted for so long; 1st Cpt. Angela Stella Trista Josephine Natalie R Valeska came back hurtling back to Earth at speeds exceeding 1e+16 km/h. That’s several times the speed of light, and Stella seemed to broke that limit with her spaceship countless times. She got off her spaceship as quickly as possible and reported to Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison.

“Gwen! I have very bad news indeed!” Stella screamed and panicked, trying to catch her breath from the run from her spaceship to the office.

“Hahaha, calm down there, Angela! You got to catch a breath first, you know?”

“No time!” Stella exclaimed back, “I got a message from a distant galaxy sector! You and Valentijn have to listen to this!”

“Well, all right, then. Haha, if it helps you breathe better later…” Gwen said in a strangely calm manner, as she slowly walked over to her computer to get it transcribed.

“Let’s see here… it is indeed an encoded message, which translates to:”

Code: Select all: The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.

“Oh, deary me…” Gwen stood back for a moment, thinking about the possible impending doom, “This is bad, Stella, just like you said.”

“That’s what I have been trying to say, Gwen! That’s why I rushed here and ignored all the safety protocols to land. Good news is, my plane was able to take the damage. So… yeah, it seems like an ancient evil has awoken once again, and this thing seems to belong in some other universe. The problem is, it is capable of interdimensional travel as well and so, it has eaten and taken the lives of many, many planets.”

“Ouch, this is really bad, Stella. Like, really, really bad! But don’t worry, Love! I will inform Val about it, and maybe he will know what to do from here.”

“But Gwen, you’re a cheerful woman, I know! But aren’t you also sceptical of things like this?” Stella asked.

“Well, I am, but… I saw the future. We NEED to start preparing very soon or we are all doomed!”

With that, the two headed down the hallway, towards a very, very large bedroom. Inside it was a fast asleep General Valentijn Coraline Maxwell "De Sierlijke Valkyrie" Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mt. Constantine who once again slept at some ungodly hours and now was restless once again. Upon hearing the duo waking him up and setting up his helmet’s built-in alarm, the 50-meter tall colossus slowly got up from his bed and shuffled towards the two.

He let out a loud yawn before talking to them, “Well, hello there! Anything I can help you guys with, Gwen and Stella?”

“Umm, Val? We have very bad news,” Stella started, “We got this message from this entity called Chaos-Bringer. It is a planet-eater, as far as we are concerned. And we just happened to one of the many planets that are going to be devoured by this very being.”

“Well, of course, but err… is there a video or something that I can see? I am… kind of not catching any of this, sorry. Ahh, I shouldn’t have slept so late yesterday!”

Stella beamed a video file that she took in her spaceship, right into Valentijn’s helmet, “Here you go, Val! THAT’s the planet-eater that we are talking about.”

As he watched the clip, Valentijn slowly realised what was going on. He heard of this thing called Chaos-Eater once. It went by the name of Unicron, or something along that line. Whatever it is, he is well-aware that it is bad news. It was so much of a bad news for him that he actually dropped his oversized coffee cup and shattered it onto the ground.

“Oh, holy crap!” he exclaimed loudly, “My morning coffee! I will clean that up later… but… Merde! We need to tell the others about it! Ring up Clarissa, Marcus, Jolyn, the 60-crew basically. We need to deal with this issue first before we let the others know!

“All righty, Val!” Gwen exclaimed with quite an excitement, “Oooh, it’s just like that we got called back for Overwatch, hahaha!”

“Overwhat?” Val asked with confusion.

“Ohh, nothing! That’s a story for another time, hehe!”

With that, Gwen beamed and called The Sixty. A few decimal hours have passed after that and the men have joined. Valentijn lead them into the conference room and he sat cross-legged on the floor, while the others addressed him on an elevated platform.

All right, rollcall! (WARNING: Might hurt your eyes.)

Valentijn started speaking, “Good, good… everyone seems to be here. Yes, I am aware of that cursed woman Supreme Leader Samantha Anastazie Prudence Higgs Thida Htet Nway Aye and that stupid lackey of hers – Superintendent Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Maxine Taissa Leviathan Coraline Jolijn Clementine Harumi. They will not be around for this, given how they are in another universe. Anarchist Jamison Mad Max Arielian will be informed, but in due time. He doesn’t really like working with us, so that’s quite a setback. Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin Holly Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Lilac Nova Starlight… we will have to ask her. She might be uncomfortable with fighting, but she might join in if she knew that our planet is in immediate danger.”

Valentijn paused for a while, then motioned to let Gwen speak, “Well, Loves, as you can tell… yeah, a certain death looms above our head unless we repeal it back. I know that Voorzichtigheid has the best weapons that this planet has to offer, and we have 16 ICBMs in case things like these happen. We are pacifists, but no one threatens our planet.”

“Negotiating? How about that, actually?” Chief Senator Shannon asked, “Maybe this thing doesn’t want to eat us, after all.”

“Umm, not a chance, Shannon,” Stella replied back, “I also received a transmission from one of the planets that tried to negotiate with them. The keyword being “tried”, of course. It didn’t go well… listen to this transmission!”

Code: Select all: Those bastards! I knew it! They asked for an ambassador ship to fly into space just to stall the time they need for preparation! Once we are up here and announced our negotiation, that planet-eater suddenly plunged in and destroyed our planet! Our f**king home, I tell you! They’re coming back to us now… either that, or the lack of breathable air will kill us slowly. Either way, if you receive this transmission, this thing isn’t messing around. Negotiation… is not gonna work with that thing. [Background noise] Warning: Hull breached. Hull depressurizing. See? Lt. [static]… last… transmissi… out.

“Well, that about answers my question,” Shannon remarked.

“Fighting them is good and well,” Field Marshal Jacob asked, “but how are we going to keep this to the public? Valentians haven’t seen war for such a long time! I know how people told us that we are peave-loving and compassionate, but you know what they said: You can indeed break the cutie! As in, that amount of horror will fry their minds!”

“Hmm, yes, Jacob, that is an excellent point,” Valentijn replied back, “We need to keep this under us, but we can only do so far. The public needs to know, or they will thought that the military is declaring Marshal Law on them just because. Transparency is still our priority, but at the same time, we need to keep the panic levels to a minimum.”

“Another question, Val…” 1st Lt. Adriana asked, “How advanced is this thing?”

For a while, none of them seem to have any idea. Not even Stella, who had seen the thing more or less from a distance. “Well…” Stella trailed off, before speaking up again, “All I know is… it is mechanical in nature, and it seems to use some sort of energy as its fuel. It doesn’t seem to be Dark Energy, or any other substance that we know. And it is not alone; it has several lackeys with it. I tried to run a spectrometer analysis, but it failed prematurely and… it spotted me-“

“So are you saying that you lead the thing right to us?” asked Commander Michelle, with a slightly accusing tone.

“No, my dear Michelle… it knows beforehand. It sets its sights on us before it saw me. The good thing is, it seems to be limited to the speed of light, while I have no such problem with my ship. That’s how I managed to get here before that thing is even a light hours away from us.”

“Wait… LIGHT HOURS?” Surveillant Clarissa exclaimed.

“Err, yeah. This thing is due to arrive in a few hours, and… wait a minute. It’s changing course!”

“Stella, you are scaring us right now!” Field Marshal Jacob exclaimed, “Are we going to be foodstuff for some planet eater or not?!”

“Umm, guys? It… disappeared. It seemed to jump universes.”

“Well, that’s quite a convenient plot device,” muttered Head Aviator Hayes.

Stella continued, “It’s… heading to another Earth! Another parallel!”

“Hot damn… we need to go there and save these people. In the meantime, hey we can let Holly take over our office!” Valentijn suggested, “All sixty of us need to go there, so… I will tell Holly about it. As for the rest of you… let’s start preparing; bring as many weapons as you can, save the ICBM; we can’t carry WMDs to another dimension, it’ll spell disaster! Now, let’s jump! We got a planet to save!”

by **A m e n r i a** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 5:28 pm

The woman stationed in the western part of this universe's Earth got out of her aircraft's cockpit and stood on top of it. It hovered closer to the Exodians as she stood with her machine pistols in her hand. "Hey, filthy democrats! I know about your pet Unicorn and your plans to ruin this Earth even further. Call of the attack or I'll rain divine intervention on you!"

The wind blew her long hair, making it seems like it was dancing. The sun shone on her medals which were displayed on her dark blue uniform, making them gleam like a midday star. Her stare was sharp and menacing, enough to make her message clear. Exodians have been rivals of Amenrians for a certain amount of time, and it was about time the noblewoman did something about them.

by **Battlefleet Retaliation** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 5:31 pm

A m e n r i a wrote:The woman stationed in the western part of this universe's Earth got out of her aircraft's cockpit and stood on top of it. It hovered closer to the Exodians as she stood with her machine pistols in her hand. "Hey, filthy democrats! I know about your pet Unicorn and your plans to ruin this Earth even further. Call of the attack or I'll rain divine intervention on you!"

OOC: lmao what
(Prussian Polish Commonwealth here)

by **A m e n r i a** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 5:34 pm

Battlefleet Retaliation wrote:
A m e n r i a wrote:The woman stationed in the western part of this universe's Earth got out of her aircraft's cockpit and stood on top of it. It hovered closer to the Exodians as she stood with her machine pistols in her hand. "Hey, filthy democrats! I know about your pet Unicorn and your plans to ruin this Earth even further. Call of the attack or I'll rain divine intervention on you!"

OOC: lmao what
(Prussian Polish Commonwealth here)

This is for Exodia, mate

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 6:08 pm

Alpha Centauri Star System
IENS-Enduring Concord
Command Bridge

The scene onboard the Enduring Concord was a rather surprisingly lax one, relative to the chaotic and frantic responses erupting all across the known-Universe as Unicron suddenly seemed to awaken from his slumber. This, of course, has more to do with the fact that nobody seemed to have much of an idea as to what seemed to happen not too distantly from the Sol System. Onboard the diplomatic courier was the Queen, and a small attaché to accompany her, as they traverse the ternary star system. They were hoping to orbit around an uninhabited planet, in order to make some minor repairs prior to their jump to another star system. Apparently the Enduring Concord didn't exactly completely agree with the atmosphere of their previous destination. Fortunately, the engineers onboard are more than up to the task.

An elder, lanky gentlemen, with a particularly well-trimmed beard, stands at the helm of the control bridge, taking a puff out from his tobacco pipe that he had gotten from his last trip out toward this quadrant, during a stop at Earth. The man is one of the finest captains in the star-fleet, and is frequently commanding ships for the Queen during diplomatic conveys such as these - though this was more of a vacation than a genuine state-visit. Captain Montgomery was simply too old to handle the rigors and stresses of combat - yet not wanting to retire just yet, thus he made the request to transfer over to his current position aboard the Enduring Concord, which was a passenger vessel developed by an Esplanadian private corporation, purchased by the Imperial Esplanadian government to serve as shuttles for many of Her Majesty's ambassadors or other government officials. Captain Montgomery exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked over toward his lieutenant, a young and attractive female who was placed in charge of charting trajectories.

The Captain barked out in a thundering, commanding voice. "Sitrep on that gravitational-assist, Lieutenant Hubbard."

"Initiating retrograde burn in, t-minus 1:37." Responded a far more feminine tone, originating from Hubbard.

Montgomery crossed his arms, looking out through the window toward Alpha Centauri B, and he shook his head with a disapproving facial expression about the situation they were in. Granted, the Enduring Concord was well-equipped with both offensive and defensive capabilities should they be suddenly assaulted, but he knew that they were carrying rather precious cargo - thus he absolutely despised the fact they were temporarily halted in unsecured space.

Montgomery looked, then, over toward another subordinate of his - this time a young male. "Lieutenant Nettles, what of our comms and scanners?"

The male gulped, clearly nervous, and looked away from his station toward the imposing Captain. "Engineering, uh, last said it'll be back online... any second now. Scanners? Fried too. But, uh... they said they can get it back up."

"They better." Montgomery uttered, before turning to walk toward his second-in-command, Commander Delmar. "I'm going to awaken Her Majesty from her beauty sleep." Montgomery remarked, sarcastically. "Keep an eye on things for me." The elder captain added, as the blonde-haired, clean-shaven Delmar nodded his head. Montgomery then shook his head, still in disdain to their suspended state, and marched out of the bridge - making his way to the Queen's quarters.

Montgomery meandered through the lengthy, seemingly endless maze of hallways through the belly of the ship for an additional five or so minutes while the Enduring Concord was burning retrograde in order to enter into a stable orbit around the desolate, lifeless planet. Montgomery eventually made his way toward a door that had four armed crew-members guarding at all-times. He knew he was at the right place. Montgomery paused, cleared his throat, and started to knock on the door.

Queen's Bedroom

Emmy was passed out, lying on the bed with her shirt pulled and contorted within the darkened chamber, and she had buried her face into a pillow when Montgomery's first wave of knocking occurred. Emmy hardly moved. After a couple of seconds, an additional few knocks were made by the slightly impatient captain. Emmy slowly lifted head, her vision blurred from the abrupt awakening, and she slowly reaches over toward an end-table situated to the side of the bed to touch a button in order to unlock the door. Not even a half-second later did it open, and Captain Montgomery walked in.

"Your Grace." He said, slightly bowing his head.

Emmy slowly extended her arms out and arched her chest forward, facing Montgomery as she stretched out - holding the position a second longer, her shirt lifting itself upward, exposing her slim midriff, as she lets out a yawn. Emmy then reached upward to rub her eyes, and blinked a few times as she made out the figure of the man patiently awaiting to be addressed by her.

"Yes... captain...?" The Queen's soft voice, standing in stark contrast to the Captain's.

"We're having some technical issues at the mo--" Montgomery began to speak, however he was interrupted by Commander Delmar's voice spoken through a device on his wrist. "Captain, we need you. This is urgent."

Montgomery rolled his eyes and sighed, lifting up his arm to respond. "I'm in the presence of the Queen at the moment." He then sighed, shaking his head. "My apologies, your gra--"

"She'll want to see this too." Delmar said, interrupting Montgomery once more. Montgomery looked over toward Emmy, who had a confused facial expression about her. "Is everything alright, captain?" Emmy simply asks.

"All I know is that we're sitting ducks right now." Captain Montgomery said, crossing his arms. "we're working hard to change that." He added, though Emmy remained unimpressed. "That doesn't answer my question, Captain. Everyone okay?"

The captain simply nodded his head, pausing for a moment, and then lifting his wrist up to address his second-in-command. "Commander, the Queen and I are heading your way."

Command Bridge

Moments later, Captain Montgomery returns, taking a puff out from his pipe, and walks over toward Commander Delmar, who simply looks over toward Montgomery with a sullen facial expression. "We've restored communications and sensory capabilities, Captain." He said, taking a gulp. "Well, that's great! Good work, people." Montgomery exclaimed, reaching out and offering his hand toward Delmar. Delmar looked down, and shook his head. "But sir. We've got a bigger problem. A much, much bigger problem." He said, looking back up to Montgomery. Montgomery glanced over to the main screen, projected against the window, and saw the live-feed of the situation unraveling. Not only that, but updates regarding Unicron's escape from captivity and an amassing fleet heading straight toward Earth - along with Unicron himself.

Seconds later, Emmy walked in. She walked in the same way Captain Montgomery found her in, her black hair in a jumbled mess, wearing slightly tight pajama clothing, bare-footed, and not wearing any makeup to accentuate her pale skin. The Queen's naturally brown eyes takes sight of the situation as well, and she pauses. "Where are we, and where is... that?" Emmy asked, stepping up next to Montgomery. Delmar turns over toward the Queen, and offers her a slight grin.

"That, Your Grace, is 'the Chaos-Bringer,' at least what it calls itself, and it's heading straight to... Earth. Fleets are already gathering to protect it, but." Delmar paused, shrugging his shoulder.

"But, it's probably not going to be enough." Emmy said, finishing his sentence.

"Precisely. We've also picked up this message from an entity who we've discovered is deploying a forward position of sorts in the same star system we are currently in, the locals call it 'Alpha Centauri,' and we've got our location on the star-map."

After a few strokes on a nearby console, a holographic display projects the message received by the nearby Siberai formation.

"We have arrived, Homo Sapiens. And we will watch you fight and survive, or fight and perish. Echicma'luk Tensiunii Lachie, Haikii."

Emmy looked down at star-map, then back up toward the Siberai message, and then over at the live-feed of Unicron and Earth. The room fell silent as the Queen was taking all of this in, processing it, and contemplated a response.

"Contact whoever sent out that last message. Ask them who they are, first, and then assure them that we intend to leave them in peace." Emmy said, looking straight ahead, and then turned to look over toward Captain Montgomery. "Find out more about this 'Chaos-Bringer.' What is it, what does it want aside from the obvious destruction of Earth, who is supporting or opposing it, and how it can be stopped."

Emmy paused, crossing her arms, and watched the massive blip, Unicron, as it slowly crept closer and closer toward the Earth on the display. "What the heck are you?" She whispered to herself.

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 6:10 pm

South Haliforn Islet Steppes, Democratic Exodian Territories

It was relatively calm in the bright morning. This southern side of the archipelago was much quieter than the rest of the vibrant nation- some factories here and there, mostly scattered fishing docks and occasionally, more military police for the local border patrol.

Of course, someone had to break the tranquility. An air traffic control tower for an Exodian Air Force airfield on the mountain above caught the arrogant little craft before it could enter and endanger civilians- or, at least, they tried.

“Unidentifiable aircraft, you have entered Exodian airspace and you will be- WHAT THE FUCK!” an ATC yelled down at his colleagues. “Get SAMs and AA guns operational. Scramble National and Territorial Protection, now!”

Suddenly, several men in indigo-blue fatigues and full combat armor, armed with X5 assault rifles, X4 carbines, and RFSMG submachine guns exited the elevator at the top of the tower. “We’re taking control of this situation... Second Lieutenant. Don’t tell anyone, we’ll be monitoring you now. You’re free to watch, though.”

One of the indigo-clothed soldiers strode up to the radio terminal, as the surprised Air Traffic Controller watched, stunned. He then started speaking through a headset as he examined the data on the terminal.

“Amenrians... We’ve tracked much of their military coming and going through little Rift holes that pop up from time to time, eh? Not as much of a close encounter as this, oh hell no... Completely mobilize infantry and a few motor regiments. Don’t let that plane escape or harm any civvies, destroy at the first sign of hostility... we’re already being too forgiving with this shithole of a situation.”

...

A sugarcane farmer and his wife were alarmed to see an unidentified military aircraft hovering above their fields, with two XF-45 Jericho VTOL fighters from the Exodian Air Force hovering a good lengths away and already holding it at gunpoint. Seeing the pilot exit her cockpit with two machine pistols, the couple did the only thing they thought of doing- they rushed inside, got on the phone with the police and local militia, and grabbed a dual-operation 12-gauge and their .45s from the house.

“DAMN YOU!” The farmer hollered up at the aircraft, pumping his shotgun and aiming it straight at the woman. “GO AWAY TO WHATEVER LEVEL OF HELL YOU CAME FROM, BITCH! YOU’RE THE ONE RUINING THE ENTIRE EARTH WITH YOUR EXISTENCE! TAKE YOUR ANTI-FREEDOM PROPAGANDA AND THIS UNICORN BULLSHIT WITH YOU! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!”

In all, it was a rather ridiculous situation- hopefully more authority would arrive soon and defuse it.

(Moral of the story: Don’t piss off people who haven’t had their morning dose of caffeine)

by **Arkeyana** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 7:25 pm

"FIRE!" THe commander yelled. A massive beam, dozens of kilometers wide, fired at the oncoming decepticon fleet and Unicron. When the beam contacted Unicon, he would experience a drastic, almost complete stop, in motion.

A message was sent:

Greetings, Who/Whatever it may concern.
Who and What I am is of no concern to you, nor will it ever be. But for now, lets gift you something from my Universe.
Back in the Early days of our current FTL method, people would suffer from "Temporal Backlash", which slowed down how they moved in the 4th dimension, also slowing their 3rd dimensional movement to a near stop. This, of course, was Negated after a few Standard Decades. However, an uncontained Quantum Sync unleashes the Temporal backlash in its most potent form, as you've probably already figured. This field is stretching up to 95 kilometers away from the Planetoid, and will persist for 3 hours if the beam is cut off.

-TFZC-0

by **A m e n r i a** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:24 pm

Democratic Exodian Territories wrote:snip

Fragment lowered her left arm as to not seem like a threat to the farmer. She turned her head to his direction, letting out an attractive, yet commanding voice. "Stand down, citizen. Your government has plans, secret plans that could harm your way of life. I don't think you want a superweapon destroying the planet, do you?"

She turned to the planes in front of her, aiming the gun on her right arm at them. "As for you, I'll repeat my words once again. Call off the attack. Whatever you're planning to do with your Chaos-Bringer, I won't let you harm amy innocent people."

The atmosphere almost felt like it was something out of a wild west movie. People facing each other, all armed with guns, on a wide field. The stalemate doesn't seem to be continuing soon, as anyone would feel that attacks were going to be launched any moment now.

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Wed Apr 04, 2018 9:53 pm

The farmer remained unfazed, only inching closer with his shotgun. In a more calm tone, he yelled out again.
“I said, we don’t want to listen to your propaganda, nor do we want to debate your stupid claims.” The farmer’s wife, staring behind the sights of her own .45 pistol behind her husband, called out in a light Hispanic accent. “Yes, yes. Listen to him. Leave us alone, and leave our soldiers alone. They’re only doing their jobs. We’re all good people. Go away.”

As the Amenrian aimed her gun at one of the Jerichos, its own pilot cockily responded by popping his own cockpit and, drawing his own Luna Arms Corp. RFSMG machine pistol, squared it between her eyes. The other XF-45 remained still on her other side, the pilot ready to fire his jet’s 25mm autocannon that he thought he probably should have put to use earlier.

Everyone vaguely knew about what she was talking about now at the mention of the “Chaos-Bringer”, the wild theories of apocalypse and doomsday, everyone from crazy Skirmish veterans, Rift scientists and Baptist priests coming into the television networks to discuss. All wanted to correct her error, but none had the heart in such a tense moment.

Suddenly, a rumble came down the road leading to the farm. While the local militias and police that had been called arrived, SWAT equipment and surplus military gear at the ready on pickup technicals and armored police vans, the military had been deployed as well, but certainly not in the manner that anyone was expecting.

Leading the way were 2 dark-green painted armored personnel carriers, a single artillery truck, and 5 refurbished Humvees- a common sight if you were an Exodian G.I., yes, but an impossible sight on this little country town. Hints of Colonel Solomon’s Credence Clearwater Revival still rang on the walls of the vehicles.
Slowly, several soldiers in CADPAT full-body protective jumpsuits (as opposed to standard fatigues) with MM4 gas masks, STA retina display goggles and superalloy vests dismounted from the vehicles and took defensive positions around the perimeter, armed with a multitude of weapons. A red sniper’s laser dot, presumably from the mountains above, glowed on the side of the Amenrian’s aircraft, twitching every so often and quick to dart to her head if she made the slightest move on her trigger.

“You want to talk to us? Disarm yourself, power down your aircraft and come quietly, and obey our commands. You’re on Exodian soil, and we won’t let you disturb our peace and liberty.” A tough-sounding male voice, broadcast through a speaker from one of the Humvees, blared out.

Seemingly to reassure her, the voice continued. “We will talk, I can assure you. We know exactly what you’re searching for, and we’re looking for answers too. We promise we won’t harm you at all if you come quietly and don’t hurt any of us.”

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