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

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

The young commander who had first spoke to her piped up from the passenger seat.

“I’m actually the leader of this unit, Covert Strike Team 1084... There’s 2000 teams total, each with around 15 to 20 members. If your name’s Fragment, then I’m Whirlwind. I’m Commander Tanson Lombass, but everyone calls me ‘Taton’ as a joke. Sergeant Hap “Saber” Banson’s a little cloud-headed, but he’s one of the most brilliant mechanics and computer workers I’ve ever seen. Makes for being a great chief technician of the unit.” he said.

“Thanks, sir.” Banson said from his seat in the APC, trying to hide a small smile from his face.

“A harem? That doesn’t sound very pleasant. Besides, the Americans aren’t terrorists, they’ve nobly fought terrorists until us Exodians were practically born to finish the job. And the Israelis are just a people with an oppressed religion and culture, trying to survive in their own rightful homes.” The man who had left on his gas mask while talking to Fragment spoke again, in a more gruff tone. “But then again, we have massively different cultures... I can see why you think like that. A mostly-secular, capitalist democracy on one side of the world, and universe, and a theocratic, socialist monarchy on the other side of reality isn’t exactly going to have the most agreeable ideas. Around 81% of Exodians have never heard of Amenria, and the other 19% supported declaring war on them.....”

He trailed off and stared into space, a somber look behind his mask. “I’m sorry. You don’t come face-to-face with a mortal enemy every day and realize you’re supposed to be fighting alongside each other... My name’s Lieutenant Thompson Markus. Call me Jury.” Though he didn’t remove his mask, he still extended a gloved hand for a shake.

Several other soldiers in the armored personnel carrier mentioned their first names and codenames, ranging from “Pacer” to “Argonaut”.

(OOC: Amenria, you can reply to both this and what happens a few minutes later.)
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[Ghost Location]
Exodian Army Biological Security Division, Headquarters and Main Retainment Center

“We’re here.” Lombass announced, as the APC’s suspension, which had been riding up and down a rocky mountain road, leveled out as if on an asphalt street. The wheels stopped turning after a few minutes.

The doors of the APC opened to reveal a large, rocky cavern, much like a cave, but lit brightly with many industrial lights and supported with a multitude of white bioconcrete pillars and titanium-alloy vertical beams. It looked much like a military hangar, with soldiers scurrying about, vehicles from camouflaged Humvees and Provocateur main battle tanks to black Sultan attack helicopters, alongside weapons such as rockets, aerial bombs, and artillery shells stacked against the walls. Clear tanks of water and some other unknown liquids lined one side of the wall, pumping their fluids to the rest of the base as needed. Despite this, it all seemed exceptionally clean, with a well-waxed white concrete floor.

A group of Exodian soldiers in various battle dress, from military police in simple fatigues, superalloy vests and RFSMGs to specialist infantry in EX-25 Power Armor and X7 GPMGs stood at guard, ready to unleash a barrage of fire as soon as the Amenrian made her move.

The same pale, bespectacled young woman who had been talking to Brigadier Mercedes Clarke a few minutes before watched from a catwalk, an X4A2 carbine slung over her shoulder and a polished GF-W .45 Short in a holster on her waist. Her dark brown braid fell off her shoulder as she surveyed the situation.

“That’s Brigadier Cheryl ‘Tephra’ Graysol.” Banson whispered to Fragment, as he picked up his X5 assault rifle and put it in a ready position, trying to look professional. “A tenth of the guys in the ABSD have a crush on her- the rest think she’s mentally unstable. When Governor Shang- when he was still in office- visited this place to see how his projects were doing, she got so angsty, perhaps from stress, perhaps from something else, that she took his briefcase and threw it in a trash can. She’s not overly jumpy, though. She won’t hurt you unless she needs to.” He exited and waited for her to follow.

At the sight of Fragment’s machine pistols in their holsters, the guards surrounding the APC and the convoy visibly tensed up, ready to switch their weapons’ fire selectors from safety to fully-automatic in less than a second.

Graysol, while herself slightly taken aback, didn’t seem to be fazed. She cleared her throat and called out, a high-pitched, youthful-sounding voice but still one with an air of authority.
“Welcome to the ABSD, Miss Hyunjoo. While I’m not entirely fond of your... presence here, I’m thankful that you were able to cooperate with our personnel for a nonviolent resolution.”

She then briskly walked down the steps from the catwalk, first approaching Commander Lombass.
“You let her keep her weapons? What is wrong with you?” She chided him annoyedly, not making an effort to sound more discreet. Her tone changed from a bold leader to a frustrated, scolding babysitter.

“She, um, agreed not to harm any of us, or any civilians, if we didn’t try to take.. the guns away.” Lombass said, trying to be defensive. Despite standing a couple inches taller than the petite Graysol, he seemed to back off slightly.

“You just let an armed member of a hostile nation’s military into one of the most guarded places on-“ she huffed, sighing from exasperation, “You know what, she can keep the damn things. Just keep an eye and a gun on her at all times. It’s your fault if something happens.“

Graysol turned towards a hallway extending from the main area, several guards standing at attention. “This way, everyone. Holding Cell Scarlet 2-109A.” She looked back at Fragment. “It’s... livable, to say the least. Nothing too bad. You should... forget it. In line, everyone. We’re moving.”
She trailed off for a moment in her speech, before waving towards the hallway and starting to walk down, a few guards and the strike team following her.

Democratic Exodian Territories, Drarta Island
New Collective City Trade Sector
RBC News Headquarters and Studio at Rizken Tower

*News jingle plays, with a rushed establishing shot of the studio.*

“Breaking news for all those listening and watching; we are still waiting for an official government response to the now-many alien vessels in our Solar System, with many more now within Earth orbit. Several other nations, namely the Prussian-Polish Commonwealth and the Pan-Asiatic States, have apparently already made contact with the extraterrestrials. I’m John Sampson.”

“And I’m Carol Benz. We’re reporting here from our studio in Rizken Tower, New Collective City. Governor Diego Rodriguez is still apparently working on a response to our new visitors, and hopes to prepare for what is to come.

“There have already been several public alerts mobilizing all militia members and police personnel, alongside emergency response workers such as all firefighters, EMTs, and medical personnel.”

“Oh- John, there’s a new public alert. Stay tuned.”

THIS IS A PUBLIC ALERT MESSAGE FROM THE EXODIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. ALL CITIZENS PLEASE STAND BY.

*The camera opens on the long face of Governor Diego Rodriguez, dressed in a light black blazer and standing in a packed PR room in the Federal Chateau. Photographer’s flashes disrupt the screen for a few seconds, then stop.*

“Ladies and gentlemen, all my Exodian friends, thank you for listening.

I’m assuming you all have heard of the recent developments, including the extraterrestrials grouping and mobilizing right in our orbit, and the new mention of a large ‘Chaos-Bringer’ in our system.

We need to be alert, vigilant, and ready for all circumstances and situations to come. Despite this, I urge everyone here to stay absolutely calm. Safety and sanity is what is currently most needed, amongst the government, amongst the uniformed and armed forces, and amongst the people.

I have but one confirmation to you all- Exodia will outlast whatever is to come.

I urge, to any extraterrestrial forces that are against this Chaos-Bringer and for the safety of this Earth that are currently listening to this feed, to contact us.

And for my Exodian friends on the ground, may the Lord God and His Son have mercy on us all, and save us.

Armageddon is upon us, but we will survive everything that will come.

Thank you.

MESSAGE FROM GOVERNOR RODRIGUEZ CONCLUDED.
OUR NATIONAL SECURITY IS AT RISK AND WE RELY ON THE SPIRIT OF THE EXODIAN PEOPLE TO KEEP US SAFE. GOD BLESS US ALL.

60,000 feet over the Philippine Sea

A squadron of 5 armored RS-858X transport planes, 7 YA-17 Crusader long-range fighter escorts, 8 A-7 Cherubim surface-attack planes, 9 R-8 Determinator interceptor fighters, and an additional 4 XF-45 Jeremiah multirole jets soared high across the waters of the Pacific. Having taken off from Kingstrom Forward Naval Base a few hours before, the now fully-organized aerial mini-armada was about to perform one of the most cheeky military operations in Exodian experience- something quite hard to beat, given the nation’s colorful foreign policy in history.

Inside one of the transport planes, an Exodian Army major relayed his message to the 110 paratroopers that were about to make a landing.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. We’re going in with little to no radar cover, so I advise you all to brace and hang o-“ he held on to a railing as the plane shook from turbulence- “Damn. Anyways, we’ll be experiencing some heavy AA fire soon. We want them to see us, anyway. You and several other teams are to land over the spot here.” The major gestured to a large video projector, displaying a map of Luzon- zooming in on the city of Tagaytay. “You all see these mountains? We’re looking at fine, very fine artillery positions. I immigrated to Exodia from Batangas, but I‘ve visited the place enough times to know what it looks like- we have high ground, control of roads, and next to military presence. We won’t have cover or support for the first 4 hours, but Kingstrom’s got a defined plan. Once that space station and whatever’s on it is gone, we’re clear to proceed with pretty much everything. You’ve trained for these situations tens of hundreds of times. Am I understood?”

A chorus of “Yes, sir.” and “We got it!” echoed throughout the plane’s cargo bay.

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Meanwhile, 2 LEV-18 Disruptor stealth surface-attack aircraft, 3 XR-76 multipurpose VTOL fighter jets, and a single YF-14 Egret stealth dropship was bound for Manila. Unlike their counterparts in the regular Army and Air Force, this squadron with an Army Special Operations Group on board wasn’t for invasion- rather, it was headed straight for Malacanang Palace, with those who knew their destination knowing their mission full well.

Somewhere in the South Pacific
Kingstrom Forward Naval Base

Exodian forces were mobilizing, getting ready to defend the island from a Pan-Asian attack, or intercept any that tried to attack the main archipelago in the Gulf of Mexico. A multitude of SAMs and anti-aircraft guns were readied. Several of the Exodian Navy’s attack and assault submarines, destroyers, guided missile cruisers, and amphibious assault vessels were sent out towards the Panama Canal to form a blockade in anticipation of an invasion through the canal, with the rest of the vessels simply readied to potentially make a move on the Philippines. Several aircraft, from utility helicopters to strategic bombers, began making their rounds around the perimeter around the island base.

Then, suddenly, the small but well-fortified island revealed its main armament, 2 17-inch and 2 25-inch railguns, a smaller version of Exodia’s proud Morning Star space defense array.

One could almost hear the orders being given within the base’s halls and corridors.

“We’ve detected a large Pan-Asiatic space station in orbit, kid. They’ve sent up some sort of rocket vehicle to them. Load high-explosive shells, but not nuclear- we don’t want to damage any of these alien vessels. Fire on my mark.”

“Yes, sir! Have station in sight.”

“Permission granted, Major. Open fire.”

The ground thundered akin to that of a stratovolcano getting ready to release its spray.
The giant barrels of the Morning Stars let loose their massive, pointed shells with a muzzle velocity of 0.4 miles per second (1,450 miles per hour, or 2,333 kilometers per hour) towards the Sword of Damocles.

“We have to make sure that station is destroyed. Follow protocol.”

A few minutes later on Kingstrom Base’s Mount Jaron Airstrip, 8 XARC Mk.III “Seraphim” multirole void fighters and 5 XARB Mk. II “Azrael” light void bombers fired their turbofan afterburners, waiting for the correct altitude to switch to their ion engines.
Eventually, as bright blue skies turned indigo and finally black, the pilots of the craft waited eagerly on the status of the Pan-Asian space station- and with that, their mission to come.

Mid-Earth Geostationary Orbit, over the Caribbean Sea
Paradiso I space station

“Primed and ready to go, Captain.”
“Get moving, then, gentlemen.”

Several more XARC Seraphim fighters and Azrael light bombers set off, either detaching from the space station or having leaped into orbit from the Exodian archipelago down below.

This mission was much different than the one happening on the other side of the world.
4 of each military spacecraft (3 fighters, 1 light bomber) sailed as close as they dared to the ships from Higher Japan, the AD Sword of Light, and the Kyohr’s Might. The Exodian postmodern spaceplanes looked incredibly sleek and powerful to their own pilots, but next to these awe-inspiring structures in the sky, they almost seemed like rough, primitive shrapnel.

With quite some anxiety, nervousness and hope that these... people could understand English or any number of Earth languages, the fighter craft relayed a crudely simple, yet symbolically powerful radio message to each vessel.

“Hello. We’re military pilots from the Democratic Exodian Territories, an Earth nation on the side of the Autobots, whoever they are... May we establish communications with you?
More so, may we please know what’s happening, and what’s going to happen to us?”



(OOC: Post cut off because it was getting too long. A message to the Prussian-Polish Commonwealth from Rodriguez and Shang, as well as an update with the ABSD crew approaching Higher Japan’s landing spot on Earth.)

[Sterkistan]

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Sterkian Military | Independent Faction
LONDO BELL

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In Orbit
The Jegan twisted to meet Scimitar, gripping the beam saber in it's right hand and taking the hit with it's left wrist, the Energon blade digging deep into the armour. it pulled away, launching itself backward and swinging around to make a pass on the Decepticon, beam saber ignited.
As it approached it gained speed, and fired it's 60mm Vulcan Machine Gun, mounted to the head in order to throw off the Decepticon before the attack.

The other Jegans stayed on their course, firing at the attacking Cons as they made their run, two of them took shots to the chest and they exploded in expansive flashes.
"ReZEL Teams! Support us!"
On that call, two ReZEL squadrons twisted through the expanse of ships and debris, their waverider forms making them more like fighter craft than mechs. They took pot-shots, hoping to ward the enemy away from the Jegan teams. And lure them into dogfights.

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In Atmosphere, Exodian Territory, New Collective City
Three ships descended from the atmosphere into Exodian Airspace, One Irish-Class, One Clop-Class and an Argama-Class. They activated their Minovsky Craft Systems, and began to hover about 10 kilometres above the Residential Sector of the city.
"We are go, give us a readout of what you find."
5 Anksha's launched from the ships, fired off from the catapult decks at breakneck velocity, they twisted to the right and curled around, descending in a circling motion. Their unorthodox shape not hindering their speed in the slightest, one of them carrying a large metal supply crate on it's back.
They came low to the city, around a kilometre from the lowest point, and set out in a straight path, from the outside in.
The pilots looked down from inside, looking over the architecture and layout. Before they split up, with three of the units descending toward one of the larger parks, transforming in an instant to set their feet down softly. While the two remaining Anksha's circled above.

The Anksha carrying the crate took it off it's back, placing it down and opening it, full of assembly supplies for some form of technology.

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
The Heralds shot in and within the first ten minutes dedtroyed two of the destroyers and destroyed a Railcraft. Unfortunately for them the Railcraft was charging up energy and let out quite a magnificent explosion that would be only comparable to a Supernova. A massive white explosion burst out 40 or so miles. Any ships in that radius would not have a very high chance of survival. One of the Assault Troopers on the Leadership stormed up to John Relay and screamed at him, “You doomed us, you idiot!” John Relay looked at the man and sighed, “Look. I’m trying my- “YOUR BEST! THIS IS YOUR BEST?” He then poked John Relay in the chest. John Relay growled and said, “Don’t do that ever again.” The soldiet laughed and said, “Don’t do what? This?” He was about to poke John Relay when John Relay caught his wrist, twisted it so it would break, decked him in the face, and then shoved him down the stairs. John Relay said, “Get him to the Med-Bay.” He then typed out a message to the Heralds attacking his fleet.

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You have made a very stupid decision. Now die.

John Relay then let loose five antimatter torpedos for each Herald ship. Heat-Seeking of course. John Relay then pulled out a large laser weapon. Basically just a military grade laser pointer, but it would do. He then walked by a hole in one of the walls but then decided to point the laser at one of the Herald ships..

[A m e n r i a]

The road to the ABSD HQ was a rocky one. The soldiers could see something bounce and obviously noticed it, though Fragment didn't seem to be bothered.

"Israelis. Living in their rightful homes? Riiight..you see? This is why we hate you. At least on other days." The men of the ABSD introduced themselves, with both their real names and their code names. One of them mentioned harems being unpleasant. "Unpleasant?" She asked, tilting her head. "It's pretty much the most luxurious resort in the empire. It's even better than the palaces of minor nobles. Sure, it gets really hot sometimes, but we have a clinic, a restaurant, amd everything we could possibly need there!" The same carefree smile returned to her face.

When they arrived, Fragment stepped out and stretched, startling some of the guards. "What? I was just stretching." She looked around. "Wow, this looks alot like the batc-" her comment was cut short when Banson introduced the woman who stood before them. Cheryl Graysol started talking. In response to her rather..hostile welcome, Hyunjoo simply waved her hand. "Hi, it's nice to know we won't have to kill each other today. Though I can regrow anything you might shoot off, but still."

Graysol walked closer to the group and scolded Lombass, looking like a teacher scolding her pupil. Hyunjoo waved her hand again. "Hello? You lot realize I'm still here right?"

They walked to where they plan to keep Fragment. "I hope the place is better than the apartment I've been staying in for the past week. I am a noble after all." She said as she took her right arm off, massaged it a bit, then put it back on. "You wouldn't happen to have orange juice, would you? I'm thirsty." She added.

[Horatio Prime]

The First sat upon his throne, a holographic screen displayed in front of him in the dim environment of his dreadnought. Scrolling through the diplomatic messages sent from other empires, he observed the offers provided by the Autobots and their adversaries, the Decepticons. For days, the Horatio have held discussions between high-ranking individuals on which faction to serve. Scrolling further, he observed and skimmed over the offer provided by Parfuhmerie, before quickly typing up a response.

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To Sekka Verndara of Parfuhmerie,

This is Horatio the First speaking. Firstly, allow me to apologize for the long wait. I have a tendency to procrastinate whilst thinking of which race of sentient machines to conduct trading operations with. I have not noticed your offer until quite recently.

I would like to inform you that I accept your most generous offer without hesitation. We are fascinated by the products of magic, and are more than willing to expand our limited knowledge upon it for use on our own applications.

In return, we are willing to offer you rations of Dust, a highly-advanced substance created by an old precursor race that resided in our region. It's composed of nanomachines and nano-computers, and as clouds it can form highly sophisticated systems. It has a wide range of applications.

Please get back to me when possible.

Horatio the First

Afterwards, he begun to inform the Cybertronians about their stance on who will have their offer accepted.

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To Optimus Prime of Rodion, and Galvatron of the Decepticons,

This is Horatio the First speaking. We have reviewed your generous offers, but we are still currently unsure of who shall have their offer accepted. Knowing the power of your mighty empires, to serve one of you will potentially make an enemy of the other.

A number of us have even proposed trading with both of you at once, via passive trade. We have considered the latter.

If such suffices, we are willing to offer you surpluses of Dust, a highly-advanced substance composed of nanomachines left behind by precursor civilizations. We figure it will serve as a useful application for your mechanical forms.

May your empires prosper for the eons to come,
Horatio the First

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Dust on the Endless Space Wiki.

[Pan-Asiatic States]

The young commander who had first spoke to her piped up from the passenger seat.

“I’m actually the leader of this unit, Covert Strike Team 1084... There’s 2000 teams total, each with around 15 to 20 members. If your name’s Fragment, then I’m Whirlwind. I’m Commander Tanson Lombass, but everyone calls me ‘Taton’ as a joke. Sergeant Hap “Saber” Banson’s a little cloud-headed, but he’s one of the most brilliant mechanics and computer workers I’ve ever seen. Makes for being a great chief technician of the unit.” he said.

“Thanks, sir.” Banson said from his seat in the APC, trying to hide a small smile from his face.

“A harem? That doesn’t sound very pleasant. Besides, the Americans aren’t terrorists, they’ve nobly fought terrorists until us Exodians were practically born to finish the job. And the Israelis are just a people with an oppressed religion and culture, trying to survive in their own rightful homes.” The man who had left on his gas mask while talking to Fragment spoke again, in a more gruff tone. “But then again, we have massively different cultures... I can see why you think like that. A mostly-secular, capitalist democracy on one side of the world, and universe, and a theocratic, socialist monarchy on the other side of reality isn’t exactly going to have the most agreeable ideas. Around 81% of Exodians have never heard of Amenria, and the other 19% supported declaring war on them.....”

He trailed off and stared into space, a somber look behind his mask. “I’m sorry. You don’t come face-to-face with a mortal enemy every day and realize you’re supposed to be fighting alongside each other... My name’s Lieutenant Thompson Markus. Call me Jury.” Though he didn’t remove his mask, he still extended a gloved hand for a shake.

Several other soldiers in the armored personnel carrier mentioned their first names and codenames, ranging from “Pacer” to “Argonaut”.

(OOC: Amenria, you can reply to both this and what happens a few minutes later.)
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[Ghost Location]
Exodian Army Biological Security Division, Headquarters and Main Retainment Center

“We’re here.” Lombass announced, as the APC’s suspension, which had been riding up and down a rocky mountain road, leveled out as if on an asphalt street. The wheels stopped turning after a few minutes.

The doors of the APC opened to reveal a large, rocky cavern, much like a cave, but lit brightly with many industrial lights and supported with a multitude of white bioconcrete pillars and titanium-alloy vertical beams. It looked much like a military hangar, with soldiers scurrying about, vehicles from camouflaged Humvees and Provocateur main battle tanks to black Sultan attack helicopters, alongside weapons such as rockets, aerial bombs, and artillery shells stacked against the walls. Clear tanks of water and some other unknown liquids lined one side of the wall, pumping their fluids to the rest of the base as needed. Despite this, it all seemed exceptionally clean, with a well-waxed white concrete floor.

A group of Exodian soldiers in various battle dress, from military police in simple fatigues, superalloy vests and RFSMGs to specialist infantry in EX-25 Power Armor and X7 GPMGs stood at guard, ready to unleash a barrage of fire as soon as the Amenrian made her move.

The same pale, bespectacled young woman who had been talking to Brigadier Mercedes Clarke a few minutes before watched from a catwalk, an X4A2 carbine slung over her shoulder and a polished GF-W .45 Short in a holster on her waist. Her dark brown braid fell off her shoulder as she surveyed the situation.

“That’s Brigadier Cheryl ‘Tephra’ Graysol.” Banson whispered to Fragment, as he picked up his X5 assault rifle and put it in a ready position, trying to look professional. “A tenth of the guys in the ABSD have a crush on her- the rest think she’s mentally unstable. When Governor Shang- when he was still in office- visited this place to see how his projects were doing, she got so angsty, perhaps from stress, perhaps from something else, that she took his briefcase and threw it in a trash can. She’s not overly jumpy, though. She won’t hurt you unless she needs to.” He exited and waited for her to follow.

At the sight of Fragment’s machine pistols in their holsters, the guards surrounding the APC and the convoy visibly tensed up, ready to switch their weapons’ fire selectors from safety to fully-automatic in less than a second.

Graysol, while herself slightly taken aback, didn’t seem to be fazed. She cleared her throat and called out, a high-pitched, youthful-sounding voice but still one with an air of authority.
“Welcome to the ABSD, Miss Hyunjoo. While I’m not entirely fond of your... presence here, I’m thankful that you were able to cooperate with our personnel for a nonviolent resolution.”

She then briskly walked down the steps from the catwalk, first approaching Commander Lombass.
“You let her keep her weapons? What is wrong with you?” She chided him annoyedly, not making an effort to sound more discreet. Her tone changed from a bold leader to a frustrated, scolding babysitter.

“She, um, agreed not to harm any of us, or any civilians, if we didn’t try to take.. the guns away.” Lombass said, trying to be defensive. Despite standing a couple inches taller than the petite Graysol, he seemed to back off slightly.

“You just let an armed member of a hostile nation’s military into one of the most guarded places on-“ she huffed, sighing from exasperation, “You know what, she can keep the damn things. Just keep an eye and a gun on her at all times. It’s your fault if something happens.“

Graysol turned towards a hallway extending from the main area, several guards standing at attention. “This way, everyone. Holding Cell Scarlet 2-109A.” She looked back at Fragment. “It’s... livable, to say the least. Nothing too bad. You should... forget it. In line, everyone. We’re moving.”
She trailed off for a moment in her speech, before waving towards the hallway and starting to walk down, a few guards and the strike team following her.

Democratic Exodian Territories, Drarta Island
New Collective City Trade Sector
RBC News Headquarters and Studio at Rizken Tower

*News jingle plays, with a rushed establishing shot of the studio.*

“Breaking news for all those listening and watching; we are still waiting for an official government response to the now-many alien vessels in our Solar System, with many more now within Earth orbit. Several other nations, namely the Prussian-Polish Commonwealth and the Pan-Asiatic States, have apparently already made contact with the extraterrestrials. I’m John Sampson.”

“And I’m Carol Benz. We’re reporting here from our studio in Rizken Tower, New Collective City. Governor Diego Rodriguez is still apparently working on a response to our new visitors, and hopes to prepare for what is to come.

“There have already been several public alerts mobilizing all militia members and police personnel, alongside emergency response workers such as all firefighters, EMTs, and medical personnel.”

“Oh- John, there’s a new public alert. Stay tuned.”

THIS IS A PUBLIC ALERT MESSAGE FROM THE EXODIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. ALL CITIZENS PLEASE STAND BY.

*The camera opens on the long face of Governor Diego Rodriguez, dressed in a light black blazer and standing in a packed PR room in the Federal Chateau. Photographer’s flashes disrupt the screen for a few seconds, then stop.*

“Ladies and gentlemen, all my Exodian friends, thank you for listening.

I’m assuming you all have heard of the recent developments, including the extraterrestrials grouping and mobilizing right in our orbit, and the new mention of a large ‘Chaos-Bringer’ in our system.

We need to be alert, vigilant, and ready for all circumstances and situations to come. Despite this, I urge everyone here to stay absolutely calm. Safety and sanity is what is currently most needed, amongst the government, amongst the uniformed and armed forces, and amongst the people.

I have but one confirmation to you all- Exodia will outlast whatever is to come.

I urge, to any extraterrestrial forces that are against this Chaos-Bringer and for the safety of this Earth that are currently listening to this feed, to contact us.

And for my Exodian friends on the ground, may the Lord God and His Son have mercy on us all, and save us.

Armageddon is upon us, but we will survive everything that will come.

Thank you.

MESSAGE FROM GOVERNOR RODRIGUEZ CONCLUDED.
OUR NATIONAL SECURITY IS AT RISK AND WE RELY ON THE SPIRIT OF THE EXODIAN PEOPLE TO KEEP US SAFE. GOD BLESS US ALL.

60,000 feet over the Philippine Sea

A squadron of 5 armored RS-858X transport planes, 7 YA-17 Crusader long-range fighter escorts, 8 A-7 Cherubim surface-attack planes, 9 R-8 Determinator interceptor fighters, and an additional 4 XF-45 Jeremiah multirole jets soared high across the waters of the Pacific. Having taken off from Kingstrom Forward Naval Base a few hours before, the now fully-organized aerial mini-armada was about to perform one of the most cheeky military operations in Exodian experience- something quite hard to beat, given the nation’s colorful foreign policy in history.

Inside one of the transport planes, an Exodian Army major relayed his message to the 110 paratroopers that were about to make a landing.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. We’re going in with little to no radar cover, so I advise you all to brace and hang o-“ he held on to a railing as the plane shook from turbulence- “Damn. Anyways, we’ll be experiencing some heavy AA fire soon. We want them to see us, anyway. You and several other teams are to land over the spot here.” The major gestured to a large video projector, displaying a map of Luzon- zooming in on the city of Tagaytay. “You all see these mountains? We’re looking at fine, very fine artillery positions. I immigrated to Exodia from Batangas, but I‘ve visited the place enough times to know what it looks like- we have high ground, control of roads, and next to military presence. We won’t have cover or support for the first 4 hours, but Kingstrom’s got a defined plan. Once that space station and whatever’s on it is gone, we’re clear to proceed with pretty much everything. You’ve trained for these situations tens of hundreds of times. Am I understood?”

A chorus of “Yes, sir.” and “We got it!” echoed throughout the plane’s cargo bay.

...

Meanwhile, 2 LEV-18 Disruptor stealth surface-attack aircraft, 3 XR-76 multipurpose VTOL fighter jets, and a single YF-14 Egret stealth dropship was bound for Manila. Unlike their counterparts in the regular Army and Air Force, this squadron with an Army Special Operations Group on board wasn’t for invasion- rather, it was headed straight for Malacanang Palace, with those who knew their destination knowing their mission full well.

Somewhere in the South Pacific
Kingstrom Forward Naval Base

Exodian forces were mobilizing, getting ready to defend the island from a Pan-Asian attack, or intercept any that tried to attack the main archipelago in the Gulf of Mexico. A multitude of SAMs and anti-aircraft guns were readied. Several of the Exodian Navy’s attack and assault submarines, destroyers, guided missile cruisers, and amphibious assault vessels were sent out towards the Panama Canal to form a blockade in anticipation of an invasion through the canal, with the rest of the vessels simply readied to potentially make a move on the Philippines. Several aircraft, from utility helicopters to strategic bombers, began making their rounds around the perimeter around the island base.

Then, suddenly, the small but well-fortified island revealed its main armament, 2 17-inch and 2 25-inch railguns, a smaller version of Exodia’s proud Morning Star space defense array.

One could almost hear the orders being given within the base’s halls and corridors.

“We’ve detected a large Pan-Asiatic space station in orbit, kid. They’ve sent up some sort of rocket vehicle to them. Load high-explosive shells, but not nuclear- we don’t want to damage any of these alien vessels. Fire on my mark.”

“Yes, sir! Have station in sight.”

“Permission granted, Major. Open fire.”

The ground thundered akin to that of a stratovolcano getting ready to release its spray.
The giant barrels of the Morning Stars let loose their massive, pointed shells with a muzzle velocity of 0.4 miles per second (1,450 miles per hour, or 2,333 kilometers per hour) towards the Sword of Damocles.

“We have to make sure that station is destroyed. Follow protocol.”

A few minutes later on Kingstrom Base’s Mount Jaron Airstrip, 8 XARC Mk.III “Seraphim” multirole void fighters and 5 XARB Mk. II “Azrael” light void bombers fired their turbofan afterburners, waiting for the correct altitude to switch to their ion engines.
Eventually, as bright blue skies turned indigo and finally black, the pilots of the craft waited eagerly on the status of the Pan-Asian space station- and with that, their mission to come.

Tagaytay Prefecture
New Philippines, NCR
Central Luzon
CALABARZON

"Blow those Gaijin out of the sky! Short, controlled bursts! Don't waste your Ammunition!"

The Exodian Detachment had arrived on Philippine soil. Exodian Aircraft blew infrastructure faster than Engineers could make repairs, and Divisions captured Baranggay after Baranggay before Comms could pinpoint their precise location. Fierce Electromagnetic Pulsar AA fire disabled enemy Aircrafts, yet were soon overpowered by Exodian ground forces.

The Japanese-Filipino 44th Frontier Division made first contact with Exodian Paratroopers in the unforgiving jungles North of the capital. Though outnumbering the Exodian Special Forces, the conventional army stood no chance against the battle-hardened Exodians. The 44th fell back, routed to the outskirts of Manila and ordered to prepare a secondary defense.

A foreign invasion force on friendly territory, to most countries, would be a setback. Yet this kind of aggression was something generation after generation of Asians manufactured since the Revolution had endured time and time again. If anything, the hunger, hatred and bloodlust to slaughter Westerners only grew amongst civilians and Militarymen alike.

For the Asians, it was a blessing to die in war. And die in war they did.

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0100 Hours
Taal City

"Amang, the soldiers are leaving the city. They say the white-men are coming, and we should leave too."

A girl, no less than 14 years of age was with her elderly father in their humble village-home. The father gave a motion calling his daughter to sit next to him.

Comforting his daughter, the man embraced her and calmly replied; "Aika. Please. Calm yourself."

"Amang... I'm scared. Those people outside.. Why are they hurting each other?"

"Anak, it is our duty to the Fatherland. You've been taught this at school, haven't you?"

"Opo.. But must we really...."

"Kill? Yes. We must die too, if needed. What other choice do we have? Co-exist with these uncultured savages? Are we to be cowards in our own homeland?

American. Japanese. Exodian. Autobots. They're all the same. They worship ignorance and call it peace.

I did not raise you to be a possum, anak. You know what you have to do."

"Of course.. Father."

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0235 Hours
Baranggay 966
Taal City Outskirts

The Exodians moved quickly to establish a perimeter, cautiously proceeding nonetheless. To their surprise, however, they encountered little to no resistance from the main Army Corps, which had already retreated to fortify the perimeter of the Capital.

All seemed well when a Company of Exodian soldiers settled into the abandoned Baranggay early in the morning.

From the jungles, the whizzing noise of a .50 Calibre Rifle penetrated the commander's Exodian skull; splattering blood and brains over their chow and equipment.


*bang*

"Fuck! Find out where that fire is coming from!"

The flashes seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Eyes gauged from the well-placed shots and several barrels of ammunition set fire to one of the houses.

"Sir, over there! Muzzle smoke!"

"Get me some suppressing fire!"

Automatic rifles got the lone shooter on the run. Finally, a lieutenant shot her right below her abdomen as she attempted to flee.

A young feminine shriek cried two words which would haunt the men of that company for their lives.

"Consumatum Est!", screeched Aika, before her face hit the ground.

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"One, two... many Vietnams." became the cry of High Command's tacticians.

Reports similar to that of Aika Mendez flooded Exodian reports as civilians refused to flee their homes. The Administration made no effort to evacuate the unwilling- it was deemed an honorable sacrifice, and martyrs were made out of young men and women.

[Pan-Asiatic States]

Low Earth-Orbit
The Sword of Damocles

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Warning. Foreign Projectile Incoming. Deploying Evasive Maneuvers.

Alarms rang throughout the station as commanders on-board desperately attempted to stop the object's impact. Everyone on board knew it was Exodian, yet nobody knew if they would survive to warn High Command of it.

"Commandante Velasquez, the object has set its course clear- we should evacuate immea--"

"No. I WILL NOT stand idly by whilst my men are slaughtered. Dismissed, Katalonan."

"But sir--"

"No, YOU listen. Mobilize the Burai-Type 66s. We have no other choice."

"That's suicide! You're going to deploy a battalion of prototype Sentinels against a high-velocity missile!? We aren't even sure if the Oxygen Filtration system mitigates correctly- much less the battle sens--"

"Well, as my Katalonan, it's your job to provide a more sensible course of action, is it not?"

"Well.."

"Well, Katalonan?"

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Plese confirm your service ID. CONFIRMED. Welcome, Datu Dela Santos. Thrusters fully-operational. Preparing for deployment.

Five Datus and Three Babaylan of the station volunteered for what was practically a suicide mission. The Burai-Type 66 "Goldenstein" Interstellar Challengers were nothing short of near-dysfunctional and untested. Utilizing their MagLev Plasma Rifles, their Goldenstein Sentinels fired on the Exodian projectile with brute force, and a sense of honor.

High Command desperately awaited certain apocalypse.

[Ordocravia]

As the Emperor saw the Decepticon message he couldn't help but angrily exclaim to himself:

"Te Taltilkom Māra Palti var Apus..."

The one soldier who laughed at this comment was immediately Shot dead by a Death Corp at the Emperor's command and his body was thrown into space

As fast as he could the Emperor then ordered the Doomsayer officials to deactivate the Cannon and change targets, which luckily could do so

The Beam was fired again, this time headed straight for the Ark and it's entourage, hoping to Engulf them all in one fell swoop.

The Fleet itself then distanced itself from The Unicron "battlefield" for safety reasons.

The Ship containing the Valentinian visitors had arrived in it's destination; A colossal underground facility which, when on it's inside looked way too much like a luxury resort than a facility, the Supreme General then exclaimed as he presented sixty soldiers:

"Our men here will be your escort during your stay, they will take you to your rooms and once you settle in, they will escort you to the briefing room to discuss whatever you want in the matter of the ongoing war with me. See you all then"

And as he said that he simply walked away with four of his Death Corps.

[Pan-Asiatic States]

0400 Hours
Malacañang Palace

"Secretary-General. The SkyJet is prepped for your extraction."

"Good. Tell Neo-Tokyo to sit tight and expect my arrival soon. And get me the Katalonan. I want this private transmission broadcasted to Lord Galvatron- and Lord Galvatron alone."

The enemy of my enemies is my friend. The Exodian Military has begun its campaign of slaughter- murdering my people in cold, hard, blood. An eye for an eye, and they must pay the price of their crimes. Aid us now, and my legions will pledge their allegiance to their Alien saviours.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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"Organic bastard," the Decepticon spat as the Jegan swung at him, boring its beam sabre deep into the Sweep's armour. Grabbing it and pulling it out, Scimitar grabbed the Energon blade and increased its intensity. Then, he was about to swing again, but he was forced to dodge because the Jegan fired its 60mm Vulcan Machine Gun. "Get some Decepticons here!"

The rest of the Decepticons who decided to help Scimitar continued to fight the Jegans. Two of them had been obliterated in a flash by the Jegans' firepower, and another had been shot in the shoulder-plate by a lone Jegan. Just then, two ReZEL squadrons ambushed the Decepticons in an attempt to ward them away from the Jegan teams. Seemingly recognizing their tactic, a Sweep ordered three other Sweeps to concentrate solely on the Jegan fighting Scimitar, and three Sweep squadrons, led by a lookalike of Scourge called Whiplash, attacked the ReZEL squadrons, intent on warding them from the Sweeps and Decepticon soldiers fighting the Jegans. A Sweep was annihilated by the Gravity Cannons; dark matter tore through his body like a knife through butter in the distance.

Meanwhile, the battle with the Autobots continued. The Contingency - an Arkeyanan AI, they presumed - had awoken, and the Autobots prayed that this would push the advantage in their favour. Several Decepticons found themselves trapped; frigates were trapped, left adrift inn thee void of space because an Arkeyanan dreadnought bombarded the area with ‘zero-point energy’ gravitational waves, as scanners presumed. Until then, the battle, like the Great War, was a stalemate, with the Autobots and Decepticons losing many soldiers on both sides. Then suddenly, they noticed a large beam heading towards the Ark and the rest of the Autobot fleet.

"Raise the shields throughout the entire fleet!" Prowl barked, and the Ordocravians' beam struck the shields of the Ark mere seconds after they were raised and upgraded. A lone Decepticon flew into the Ark just as the Ordocravians' beam struck the Ark's shields, frying the Decepticon and disintegrating him. The shields themselves were taken offline and Teletraan-1 was briefly fried; it would take several minutes for him to be repaired sufficiently. Several Autobot and Decepticon frigates and battleships were destroyed by the beam, though most of the nearby Decepticon starships swerved out of the way in the nick of time. A predominantly blue Autobot with red optics, who appeared to transform into the Cybertronian equivalents of a helicopter and a fighter jet, walked up to Prowl and handed him a datapad.

"Several starships were destroyed by the blast," Skyklik reported, "and a good few Autobots also died. But there were also a few dead Decepticons in that blast; collateral, I'd say. Galvatron's bound to have the dead be recycled after this battle ends."

"Once we've fixed the scanners and found the Ordocravians, we're going to enact Subsection 4632 of Article 42 of the Tyrest Accord and either kill their emperor or arrest him, no matter what Prime says," Prowl ordered, before muttering to himself: "He's too naïve for his own good, that Prime is..."

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Inside the bridge of the Victory, Galvatron was speaking to a hologram of Megatron about the war effort. Reports had just come in that the Ark was attacked by the Ordocravians, whom retreated into unknown space following that. The Ark itself left somewhat unscathed, though its systems were fried for several minutes and many Autobots in space were killed. This put a smile on Galvatron's faceplate; a 'dead Autobot [was] a good Autobot', he also liked to say. That was when he got a message about Horatio the First's request, which decreed that they would trade with both nations. While this angered Megatron, the Supreme Emperor also saw this as a potential opportunity.

"Accept their request."

"What?! Are you absolutely insa-" Galvatron roared at the hologram, before being interrupted.

"Do what I say, Galvatron. Put Horatio Prime in your databanks," Megatron ordered. "We'll take note of their interstellar territory; I'd imagine they have a relatively vast empire; all the more territory for the Decepticons. Plus, their 'surpluses of Dust' is quite an intriguing prospect, is it not? We can use that as destructive weapons of war. Now, destroy the Autobots and make Unicron my minion. Megatron out."

The hologram was turned off by Megatron back at the Pavilions, and Galvatron picked it up. In a fury, Galvatron squeezed his servo into a ball, crushing a device and throwing it to the floor. Walking over to a console at the front of the ship, a bluish and orangish projection of a document was written, and Galvatron began to work.

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Dear Horatio the First,

We accept your request. We have been engaged in a brutal war for the last few million years with the Autobot Commonwealth. It would very much suit us both to trade with you; you are a neutral entity in this war, which may possibly calm tensions between the Autobots and us Decepticons.

We will send several starships to your capital planet as soon as possible.

From Galvatron, General of the Second Cybertronian Empire.


Having sent the message, Galvatron activated a network and added Horatio Prime to a list of nations who the Decepticons believed could contain quantifiable sources of energon, aiding them in the war effort. While they wouldn't be invaded immediately, Galvatron knew that war with them was inevitable, especially considering the nature of many Decepticon generals. For now, Galvatron would just have to bide this time and play and trade with them until they could strike...

That was when Galvatron received a response from the Pan-Asiatic States' leader, who requested aid in the war against Exodia.

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"Indeed. Our soldiers shall meet up with yours once you give us your coordinates. Then, we shall attack Exodia - a mutual enemy of us. They will certainly pay the price for defying us."

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Meanwhile, on the Ark, Optimus had already been quickly typing out a response to Horatio the First. He didn't like combat, really, unless it was necessary. He had to keep order in the Autobot Interstellar Navy's fleet, especially if there were any potential mutinies. He had never faced a mutiny before, but he knew there were some quite zealous and ambitious Autobots on board who could potentially attempt to usurp his power if they considered him to have 'made a wrong move'.

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Greetings, Horatio the First. This is Optimus Prime of Rodion.

After considering your request, we have accepted it. It would be mutually beneficial for us to trade with one another, and it may potentially lead to cooling tensions with the Decepticons. We also accept your offer; it would also allow us to study it for scientific exploration and, if necessary, to be used as implements.

We Autobots thank you for your kind offer.


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Near Jupiter, the war against Unicron was still raging wildly. Unicron was starting to near Mars, though he was still in Jupiter's range. Unicron had considered consuming Mars before he reached the Earth, and maybe that had become a possibility. Nevertheless, he was intent on consuming the Earth; Mars have been a potential appetizer before he moved for to eat his main course. He had detected a large dragon-like, yet also mechanical, presence near the Earth, but he wanted to focus on defeating his strongest enemies there and then so he could consume the Earth almost completely unopposed. The only problem then would be the Autobots and Decepticons - the former owned the Matrix, but he believed he could destroy it and its life-giving energies.

Meanwhile, several of the Herald ships engaged in combat with John Relay were destroyed by the antimatter torpedoes. Two Herald warships noticed that the missiles in question were heat-seeking, and believed that, if they were to slam themselves into the Wenteran fleet, the missiles would be redirected to the starship in question and said starship would be heavily damaged, if not destroyed outright. They then proceeded to modify their settings to change them, if temporarily, into K-Class warriors, and prepared to slam themselves into John Relay's flagship as kamikazes.

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[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
Most of the Heralds had been destroyed. A couple were remaining and they seemed to be... Wait. John Relay instantly reacted, he ran towards his Hard-Light computer and clicked a button. A weapon slid out from the front of the ship. One of the ships would suddenly get hit by 500 G’s. John Relay only destroyed eight of the torpedos. Only two torpedos remained. The first ship collided into the Flagship with the two torpedos. A large breach appeared in the Flagship and 500 crew members were lost. The room which was hit was immediately sealed. The issue would be taken care of later. They would have to worry about if the other Herald somehow survived. Until then he took a picture of the wreckage of the Heralds which were destroyed and sent it to Unicron.

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This is what happens to people who screw with the Wenterans. If you go through the Asteroid Belt I promise that I will fight you with everything I have. You have been warned.

John Relay started ordering nanobots to repair the gaping hole in the ship. Within an hour or two it should be as good as new.

[Fardhin]

Imperial Palace, Maynila, Fardhin
"Aliens and whatnot. Ancestor help me." Emperador Birhilio said.

"That I will, my heir."

The chamber was dark. There were machines and computers everywhere. Birhilio's prominent features and tall figure could barely be seen. He wore a Barong with a purple collar and a purple cape. His hair was black and kempt, and his face was clean. He had tan skin and was somewhere in his 30s.

He stood in front of a tank filled with a strange blue liquid. Inside, there was a man, who rather looked like a corpse. His body was laced with cybernetics, and was really more machine than man.

"I have centuries worth of knowledge of wisdom Birhilio, for I am Florentino, the first Emperador." The man in the tank be said. "I will bring glory to our Empire."

"None know that you live now, ancestor. And the public has always seen me as a weakling. What will we do if they notice that things are changing?"

"Change is good Birhilio, liberalism has softened our Empire. It is time for the Authority of the Imperial House of Fardo to return."

The Iron Spire, Mars
The great shipyards of the Spire began popping out as many warships as possible, adding more to the already powerful fleet of 25,000. The Clone Factories as well, began to produce an invincible army capable of taking up arms to defend the Empire. The arms factories began producing battle mechs, as well as guns and weapons of all sorts.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Luzon, Pan-Asiatic Philippines

Exodian transports and fighter escorts, thanks to the Faraday cages integrated into their armor, were able to resist the effects of Pan-Asian EMP cannons, although quite a few were brought down by regular AA fire. Despite it, the Exodian islands’ surprisingly large war machine revved on, with most downed planes’ pilots, crew and cargo in an intact state and pushing on. It was no longer just a raid by infantry, artillery, and minor equipment- rather, a full-on invasion. Every manner of armor was dropped into the Philippines, as more planes ferried manpower and firepower from Kingstrom Base. Judge APCs pushed on alongside infantry Vigilante self-propelled artillery, and air cover from Rainmaker II VTOL aircraft towards Santa Cruz. Hellbreaker wheeled tank destroyers, Sultan attack helicopters, and Liberator APCs formed a protective patrol ring around Batangas and southern Cavite, and a new arsenal of Humvees, Heron utility helicopters, and Provocateur main battle tanks were being readied for the blitzkrieg-like push to Manila. Exodian paratroopers also used motorcycle cavalry behind enemy lines in a manner similar to the Finns during the Winter War, sabotaging convoys of armor reinforcements with man-portable railguns and harassing retreating infantry with machine guns. What the Pan-Asian military probably didn’t account for was how similar the Exodian variable terrain and scattered islands of the Caribbean was to their own- troops had been hiding in, running on, attacking, and defending lush-but-harsh rainforest conditions since boot camp.

The younger members of the deployed Exodian military flashed back to history, when their previous nation of Asha-Wang (a British Commonwealth territory at the time) had sent troops to reinforce the (later ill-fated) American liberation in the Philippines. Perhaps strengthened with the visions of the battles their own forefathers fought, first against the ruthless Japanese imperialists, second against their own government-turned cruel communist dictatorship, and now finishing the symbolic war they had bled so much to end in their favor.
To many, though, it was another crusade of freedom against malevolent oppressors, with immigrants and former refugees wanting to be a part of the force that had took them in and shielded them from their own hardships.
Despite the setting of chaos, violence, and fear, the iconic Exodian Spirit was only rekindled once more.

Outskirts of Taal, Pan-Asiatic Philippines

Staff Sergeant Donald Tarnes sat on the running board of his fireteam’s Humvee, his X5 assault rifle propped up against a tire.
He had his PS-R pistol lying in front of him on his lap, as well as his gas mask and STA targeting display goggles.

He had been crying.
Private First Class Maizo Gensen walked over to him, himself putting his X4A2 assault carbine on a tire and removing his goggles and mask.

“Sarge?”
“Private. It was horrible, just horrible.”

“There was nothing you could do, Sarge. She killed Captai-“
“AND?!” Donald roared. “I was an idiot, drunk in my own fog of war! When LT Connor hit her in the stomach, she would have still lived! But no, I just had to be a fucking executioner.”

Maizo was at loss on how to comfort his officer.
“Sarge. I’m 16. She’s only a few years younger than me.”

“And what difference would that make?” Donald snapped.

“I-I was one of the last ones to be rescued from Asha-Wang before it completely fell.” Maizo talked about himself as a native Exodian, while trying to keep his voice steady. “Lived in the Old Collective slums. Kids as young as 11, just like me, had to kill for their food. Joined the remains of the Democratic Liberation Front to try and resist against the commie regime, but I only learned a few things from that, namely-you pull a trigger on a human life, your innocence is gone out the window.”

“She’s not like you.” Donald scowled.
“We’re both the same. We both joined willingly.” Maizo huffed.

“No. You’ve lived long enough to lose your youth to the call of violence, just like so many child soldiers. She’s different. She was springy and young. She was brainwashed by these demon sons of whores- but maintained her innocence all throughout.” Donald replied. “Listen here, Private. I’ve fought against demon-men of all types in my career, and I’m just beginning. Fascists, monarchists, jihadists. But the worst kind is the communist. They raze, they loot, they enslave, and they rape just like all other evils- but unlike the rest, which try to justify these horrendous crimes, they simply hide it under the rug and paint themselves in sickening bright colors. They give the people no choice but to love them, to submit to them, to be hypnotized by their devil’s temptations.”

Maizo listened intently, now knowing to keep quiet.
“This is why we fight, Private. This is why we keep fighting, with all the intensity we had before and so much more. Forget the damn aliens right now, unless any can save us from this situation. You go home after this invasion, you go to college, you meet the perfect girl and you have that perfect child. You fight so that perfect child does not turn out like her.”

After some silence, Donald got up, picking up his rifle. “I’m going to request the body. Bury her myself. It’s all I can do.”

Maizo spoke up, although in a slightly more timid voice.

“Maybe we should leave a few of our rations for the civvies. We’ve got more than enough, anyway, with the new cover. A proper peace offering.”

Donald looked at Maizo, a new, peaceful, almost wistful look on his face.
“We’re not leaving anything, Private. I’m delivering these rations myself, and you’re coming with me.”

Maizo stuttered in surprise, getting up as well.

“I’m-I’m sorry, but you’re crazy, sir. They’ll tear you apart once you tell them you were the killer.”

“Then I’ll give up my life in return for the girl’s. I’ll die confessing my sins to the face God, and preaching the message of liberty and freedom to the people we save.” Donald said in a strong, yet gentle manner, waving his hand as if he were an actor in a play. “Establish a live commlink to Command, and tell them what we’re going to do. Whatever the outcome, the world will watch and remember.“

...

Slowly, Maizo and his sergeant exited their Humvee, a trailer of Exodian military ration packs being towed behind them. Despite them still carrying their weapons and several on their vehicle, they emerged with their arms clearly raised. While Maizo (recording everything live to Exodian command from a helmet-mounted camera) opened up the trailer to reveal the foodstuffs, Donald picked up a megaphone and addressed the Pan-Asian citizens in Taal City.

“Good- Good afternoon. My name is Master Sergeant Donald Tarnes of the Exodian Army. This is one of my soldiers, Private First Class Maizo Gensen. Please, keep in mind- though we may carry firearms, we come for the purpose of peace. There are no other armed personnel or weapons in our vicinity besides ourselves. I talk to you today to speak on the behalf of my nobl nation, to clearly announce our intentions.”
At this point, Donald looked off to the side, pausing in his speech. His voice trembled from there on.
“I-I also come... to ask... for-for an apology.
I re-regret to tell you today. I was responsible for the casualty of an... insurgent, a.. civilian, that had attacked our camp. She was a beautiful young lady, one that did not deserve such a horrendous death.
It was by my hand, and I sorely regret it with all my soul.
I recognize you are good people, and with God’s grace, I ask for your forgiveness. I also ask, if you respect a man’s right to speak, to respect the viewpoints I will present.”

If the Pan-Asians were to pit these terrorist “martyrs”, bred from their own civilian population, against the Exodian military, then they would respond tenfold.
Yes, standard protocol such as more military police around camps and outposts, as well as automated sentry guns with their cameras hidden amongst the trees and ground would be enacted.
But at the same time, several soldiers would head out. A few instructed by their commanders but most on their own and some even going against orders, they would enter captured civilian areas and do the same things that Sergeant Tarnes and PFC Maizo did. With the civilian supply of food now mostly cut off by the Exodian occupation, it only seemed most appropriate. In another move directed towards peace with the locals, many convoys and companies left any farmfields that they knew were occupied alone, choosing to set up and stay in other areas. Many older personnel remembered Governor Shang’s time in office, and kept his own Chinese-Filipino origin in mind when determining courses of action with the locals.

TO: Oberst Fredrich Von Ziethen
FROM: Admiral Thomas Scottson
ENCRYPTION: SCARLET

The Pan-Asians have declared their allegiance with the fuckin’ Decepticons, and we’ve switched our plans from a detachment to a full-on invasion. We’re making good progress, though once the shock’s worn off, it’s likely we won’t survive.

Governor Rodriguez and a few peeps from our old administration (namely Shang, Fowler, and Muscovy) have helped me develop a two-fronted invasion plan that’ll catch them off guard. It’s inclosed in this email.

file.word2025/legitbattleplanmodafokas.....

Manila, Luzon, Pan-Asiatic Philippines

The YF-14 stealth dropship dove into Pan-Asiatic airspace as it broke its stealth settings with a sonic boom.
Its belly doors opened, with 10 of the Exodian Army Special Operations’ finest leaping out with wingsuits and parachutes. 7 were dressed in “brick” urban-camouflaged SOD standard jumpsuits with balaclavas-like hoods, Medusa gas masks, STA targeting computers, “eyestalk” retina goggles, and superalloy armor. The other 3 were clad entirely in EX-25 power armor in the same camouflage configuration, with small jetpacks and metal glider wings taking the place of their fellow soldiers’ ballistic-fiber wingsuits.

Aiming for the fortifications on and near Malacanang Palace, the two LEV-18 Disruptor surface-attack aircraft released lances of 30-millimeter fire from twin Gatling autocannons, making short work of the guard posts and any AA cannons in the area. The other launched a missile at the door.

The original 10 soldiers landed in the courtyard, releasing themselves from their wingsuits, jetpacks and parachutes. The seven Special Operations infantry reached for their LAC-S suppressed carbines and P2S-D pistols, while the Power Armored troops had their own variety of weapons. The first in the group produced a fat Desert Falcon .44 semiautomatic and a large ballistic riot shield, with everyone gathering behind him as they advanced into the palace.

The YF-14 Egret dropship, now slowed down, settled itself in the courtyard of Malacanang, as 10 more Special Operations troops came pouring out of the aircraft’s belly to defend it from any Pan-Asiatic soldier who dared come close. The two Disruptors flew back west to catch an Exodian fuel tanker that would come alongside the protection of the “invasion racetrack” from Kingstrom Base. The 3 XR-76 VTOL fighters formed a circle around the perimeter of the palace, ready to shoot at any military personnel that tried to enter or escape, with extra scrutiny towards the river balcony.

Low-Earth Orbit over the Pacific Ocean
The Sword of Damocles space station

The plasma bolts came in at a wide angle, drastically missing the extremely high-velocity artillery shells. Exodian commanders and technicians on the ground considered it nearly ridiculous that the shots from the railguns took almost 3 minutes to reach their targets at such a close range.

The Morning Star operators at Kingstrom Base held their breaths as the massive shells, their high-explosive heads filled with liquid rocket fuel and 41-millimeter osmium “bullets”, struck the Sword of Damocles with all of their momentum and exploded.


(OOC: I seriously must respond to everything. Will do tomorrow. Got real big plans.)

[Arkeyana]

Cursing, The Commander ordered a second Shot of the Gravity Cannons after the first two missed. Adjusting its Aim, the stationary Dreadnought fired again, sending another pulse of Dark Energy at the Decepticon fleet. Meanwhile, the Other dreadnought completed its drift and Deccelerated towards the Autobot fleet, utilizing its Inertia to Turn around and fire a second Gravity Wave at the Decepticon fleet.
The following message was sent to the Autobots:

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[box]Sorry for the dramatic entrance lads, but People seriously underestimate the Maneuverability of a Capital ship and I intende to make use of that.
Anyways, we are here to support ya, Contingency is friendly, just don't insult it.
Best of Luck
-Capt. Verta Kallusis[/box]

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The Gaias began charging up their cannons, taking Aim at Unicron for when he closed into range. The Contingency, meanwhile, fixed its eyes on the Pan Asiatic station. [A good starting point] He said as he approached it. Reaching out with a Tendril, he grasped it. Computers on board would slowly start to lag in preformance, until failing entirely.

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Upon receiving the Orders to Aid Exodia, the Carrier AC Lich deployed its full fighter Compliment, the Craft whizzing through the Atmosphere towards Exodia.
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-AC Lich[/box]

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Oberst Freirich Von Ziethen looked over the email.
He picked up the phone.
"Crassus, check this out."
"...Dear God."
"Deploy?"
"Yep, and remilitarize the Freikorps too."

To:Admiral Scottson
From: Kaiser Crassus
We're gearing up for war, Admiral.
By the way, we have 2 subs in the vicinity with Fallschirmjägers on board. They'll be the vanguard.

Manila bay, Exodian-controlled area
2 submarines surfaced, one after the other. Each one had 30 Fallschirmjägers armed with Mk1 Lasrifles.
The 60 Fallschirmjägers headed for the area with the heaviest fighting.
OOC: post nowhere near finished

[Universal Union of Panhumanity]

Fifth Strike Fleet
Low Earth Orbit
Sol System
Paraverse-957

The avatars of the fleet had observed the ongoing battle in the outer system for some time now, watching the chaos displayed through the holographic projections within the simulation that was fleet command. They had thus far avoided direct involvement as more and more factions joined the fray, conserving their ammunition for when the Chaos-Bringer approached Earth itself. However, as the behemoth entered the orbit of Saturn, the Long March-pattern Heavy Combat Vessels began to reorient themselves, pointing the ends of their dart-like forms towards Unicron. A successful hit at this range would be nigh-impossible for any organic or lesser AI, but the HCVs were guided by Archailects, entities whose computational power utterly dwarfed that of the planet below them.

The tips of the twenty warships unfolded like blooming flowers with four pitch-black petals, unveiling the firing apertures of the Mk-5 Superheavy Spinal-Mounted Gravitic Cannons. The titanic weapons fired, the massive recoil countered by a perfectly timed burn by the vessels Metric Drives, inertial negation systems dealing with any errors. Twenty tiny projectiles, just a few centimetres across but massing at a hundred and twenty kilograms, hurtled through the void at 99% of the speed of light, bearing over sixty exajoules of kinetic energy, equivalent to forty gigatons of TNT. These bullets, each capable of devastating the Indian subcontinent, would reach Unicron in approximately eighty minutes, and as they travelled at such speeds that they were practically snapping at the heels of their own images, it would be impossible to observe them before they struck. The Fifth Strike Fleet had officially engaged the enemy.

The avatars cheered as the projectiles hurtled along their way, their flightpaths displayed by the holographic projection. The Admiral turned to the serious faced avatar of the August First by his side, giving him a grin.

"Cheer up comrade!" he said. "This abomination will be dealt with soon enough, even if it is the size of a bloody gas giant. Our weapons will tear it apart."

"Perhaps, sir." replied the avatar. "However, it has withstood a great deal of punishment already. I also have other news, a conflict has apparently broken out on the surface between the Exodians and the Pan-Asians, possibly in relation to the arrival of this entity. It would be in our interests to attempt an intervention."

"I suppose so." enunciated the Fifth Horseman, now frowning. "Still, a part of me is tempted just to let them slaughter each other, no need for us to dirty our hands by dealing with that lot. But then again, I suppose a victory for either side would not benefit us. Very well, I shall send a communication to both sides, demanding that they stand down. Should they refuse to listen to reason, well, we should have more than enough PRA units to deal with them."

ATTENTION, GOVERNMENTS OF EXODIA AND THE PAN-ASIATIC STATES

This is the Fifth Horseman, representing the Universal Union of Panhumanity. We demand that you cease fire immediately and delay future conflict until the current crisis is resolved. Failure to comply with this demand will result in intervention by Universal Union military forces to enforce compliance. You have half an hour.

[Fardhin]

Southern Manila, Fardhine side
An near force of 1 million spread across the Fardhin-PAS border. No actions have been made a of yet.

Above Atmosphere, near New Intramuros
"The fighting is getting awfully intense. And it's so close to us."

The Grand Admiral Julio Lakan stood at the bridge of his FT7 Maharlika-class flagship. They head a fleet of several hundred.

"The fighting is a hazard to Fardhin. Contact the emperor."

A channel opens between Birhilio and Julio.

"Grand Admiral, what do you need?"

"Permission to engage the forces on the other side of the border."

Birhilio paused, then continued. He seemed tougher than his usual weakling self. "Hold positions. Do not engage. There is opportunity here."

Imperial Palace
Birhilio sent messages to several factions with nations including Pan-Asiatic States, Prussian-polish Commonwealth and Exodia.

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TO: PAS
Our citizens have been complaining about the battle on your side of the border. Do not let it reach our side of Manila.


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TO: RoC/PPC and Exodia
This is Fardhin. While we do not like the PAS, we do not like being affected by your battles on our side if the border. Kindly tone it down, or we will move in to do something.


[Pan-Asiatic States]

Neo-Tokyo City
Underground Provisional Bunker #971
Office Zimonja

The crisis had begun. Old enemies were arming the ancestral lands whilst a Western menace sat back, with their head held high.

It was a game of Russian Roulette, with the power of Empires on the line.

"These reports are accurate?"

"Opo, Supremo."

"Get me my Katalonan."

Katalonan Crispin rushed to the War Room, filled with members of the war Council, where the Secretary-General stood with a face of urgency, unnerved by Fardhine movements in the area. Panhumanity's deadline was coming to a near and the War Council had run out of options. Arguments of force and diplomacy led to violent screaming, as the question of life and death was at hand.

There was a quid pro quo out of this. A last resort set for this exact moment. Everyone in the room knew it.

"We have no other option, gentlemen. Initiate War Plan Taruc. Get me a secure line with Fardhine High Command."

Encryption Level: MAXIMUM. Authorization, granted. Connecting...

"Emperador, old friend. For centuries we've prospered in mutual peace, born out of mutually assured destruction. You must understand, that our survival depends on your Arms Trade, and your survival depends on our promise not to reveal a little secret Salvacion whispered from the dark. You know we are on the brink of collapse. We know you laugh from your mighty throne, sipping wine and the tears of your so-called inferiors. Well, the joke's over. Exodian forces are en route to discover your little Edunite secret. Our survival is your survival. Only Fardhine armed intervention against Exodians will save your petty little secret. The collapse of the Fardhine Empire, or Fardhine aid in this war against the West. It is your choice, Emperador. You know the consequences.

Meanwhile, an anonymous transmission openly broadcasted to Exodian High Command, coordinates of unguarded factories with a distinctively inhuman engineering....

[Pan-Asiatic States]

Neo-Tokyo City
Underground Provisional Bunker #971
Office Zimonja

"Universal Union of what!?"

The Secretary-General was in shock. Never had a fellow Socialist society ever threatened the well-being of the States yet, here they were.

"Whoever these people are, they seem sensible enough. Send a delegation. Get me Fernando and tell him to look their leader in the eye and ask him what he wants. Nobody sticks their nose in foreign hostilities just for fun. They want something."

INCOMING TRANSMISSION

We will agree to a temporary cessation of hostilities, if the Exodians follow. A delegation is en route to your Flagship to discuss this... situation.

Head of Government Fernando Abadilla Concepcion and a delegation of 5 Ministers boarded a pod from Neo-Tokyo City, setting course for the Panhuman fleet. Tensions were rising too hot for the States to operate, and the men were sent to cool things down. At least until War Plan Taruc's first phase had brought a reaction...

[Fardhin]

Florentino's "Tomb"
"Ancestor. We have received a message from the PAS." Birhilio told Florentino. "Something about Edunite and secrets..."

Florentino floated silently with an intense fire in his eyes. "Birhilio, get out. And forget what they sent. I will deal with it and give you instructions later."

With confusion, Birhilio left the old man to himself. Florentino floated a while, pondering silently. Remembering all those centuries ago, when that little girl, the one he hunted for Edunite; began to glow bright like a blue star, and in the mighty voice of Edun, ended the Fardhine Conquistador. The Throne of Aries, along with the Fardhine Fleet, sunken in Pan-Asiatic Seas.

When meanwhile, Florentino stayed in his bunker; commanding his remote-controlled Cybernetic Clones to carry out his will in public. But the Garrunai came, with the PAS, to shut down Florentino once and for all. No doubt they'd have gotten their hands on his many dark secrets of which he built his empire upon.

Fardhin will have to take the side of the Pan-Asiatic States like some dog.

Florentino, turning on the comms, contacted Birhilio. "Birhilio, prepare for war. Our neutrality is no more, for our greatest enemy, the Pan-Asiatic States now holds the reins."

Channel to Factions

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TO: PAS
FROM: Birhilio
I do not understand what it is you speak of, but we will come to your aid.


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TO: Decepticons
FROM: Birhilio
Fardhin will soon break its neutrality. We come to your aid.


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TO: Exodia
FROM: Birhilio
I am sorry for this. It was not my choice to make. Fardhin has now officially declared war on Exodia.


[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Oberst Freirich Von Ziethen looked over the email.
He picked up the phone.
"Crassus, check this out."
"...Dear God."
"Deploy?"
"Yep, and remilitarize the Freikorps too."

To:Admiral Scottson
From: Kaiser Crassus
We're gearing up for war, Admiral.
By the way, we have 2 subs in the vicinity with Fallschirmjägers on board. They'll be the vanguard.

Manila bay, Exodian-controlled area
2 submarines surfaced, one after the other. Each one had 30 Fallschirmjägers armed with Mk1 Lasrifles.
The 60 Fallschirmjägers headed for the area with the heaviest fighting.
OOC: post nowhere near finished

To: Fardhin/Pan Asia
From: Kaiser Crassus
My Secretary General/Emperor;
The Prussian Polish Commonwealth has declared war on us!
They cite Alliance as their casus belli.

[Northern Poland]

Super Hercules, Over a Ukrainian Forest
Lieutenant Alekzander would stand in front of the large door, and 50 Soldiers in Paratrooper Training would face him. 40 Others would be at the two smaller doors on the sides. Alekzander Yells, "GEAR CHECK!" one by one, the soldiers yell, "CLEAR!" He turns on his handheld and says, "Open the Large Door." The pilots open the big door behind him, and the soldiers wait for orders. He yells, "SIDE DOORS,OPEN!" The soldiers in the front of the lines open the side doors. He Yells, "MASKS ON" everyone flips on pressurisation masks. He Yells, "GO,GO,GO!" Soldiers run and jump out of the plane, deploying parachutes at the right altitude. They would drop into the Hostile environment simulation, as there was another super hercules dropping another 90 men to fight with FAMAS's that were firing paintballs. They would both have blue and Red markings for the teams


Below, Ukrainian Forest
Corporal Dmitry would land hard, and he would hear some people already firing their paintball guns. He grabs his combat knife, cutting the ropes on his parachute. He grabs the package attached to his parachute, picking up his gun and ammo. He sees a red, he turns around, and aims. He squeezes the trigger, hitting the man. He groups up with a team of 7 men, and they move to a stone structure, probably a old house.

3 Hours later
Dmitry, with 4 Paintball splatters on him, is brought back to the makeshift camp in Ukraine. Everyone starts to clean their armor, because almost everyone got hit at least once. The Air Force considers it a success, and this might be the first batch of paratroopers. They might need them with the rising tensions around the world, and what is happening in space.


Defense Command
The Minister of Defense says, "Raise Defcon to 2, prepare the two cruise missiles." The calls are made, and the missiles are ready for launch at a moments notice. The 11th Mechanized Division is re-armed with weapons and vehicles. The 11th is moved to Ukraine for a quick response to Asia in case if the war spills over.

[Fardhin]

Manila Bay
The two RoC submarines that have surfaced would not expect to be bombarded by Fardhine artillery, but that they were. Fardhin's own submarines as well fired their torpedoes, as Destroyers fired their guns and missiles upon the subs.

2 Aircraft Carriers. 4 Missile Cruisers. 4 Submarines. 6 Battleships. 10 Destroyers. 200 aircraft. They began to engage into battle.

Fardhine-Manila Air Base
12 Bombers. 19 gunships. 40 Fighters. There were more, but these were the ones that deployed at the current time.

Above Manila
12 FSD17 Maharlika-class and 48 FSI19 Pana-class hovered above the battlefield. They were ready to commence a He'll Rain bombardment.

"Commence Hell Rain." Said the Admiral.

All the ship's concealed guns were revealed as they aimed in multiple directions. Operation Hell Rain would fire upon all visible enemy aircraft. And now, they fired.

Sword of Damocles
50 FSD17 Maharlika-class and 200 FSI19 approached the PAS Station. With all frontal shields activated, and all guns ready; fighters and gunships soaring, the fleet wiped clean whatever was unwise enough to stay in its course by itself.

TO: Sword of Damocles
FROM: Kataas-taasang Almirante Julio Lakan
We have arrived to come to your aid. Hold strong.

TO: Attackers of PAS
FROM: Kataas-taasang Almirante Julio Lakan
Beware the might of the Imperial Legacy Fleet! None shall leave without knowing the wrath of the Fardhine Imperial Fleet!

The fleet split up into six groups. 1 group went over the battle. 3 came to surround the battle. 1 went under. The last, would now through the battlefield's weak spots in order to reach the station.
NOTE: They have only taken positions and have not begun atta king yet.

Iron Spire Shipyards
A mighty warship similar to the Bakunawa-class Throne of Aries flagship was being built. The Makahambus-class wasn't as tall as its predecessor, through it was still as massive. Where the legs of the TOA would have been, the Makahambus would have wings. The Bridge was still quite Similar, though more defended. The engines were more powerful, now Space Capable.

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Manila Bay
The two RoC submarines that have surfaced would not expect to be bombarded by Fardhine artillery, but that they were. Fardhin's own submarines as well fired their torpedoes, as Destroyers fired their guns and missiles upon the subs.

2 Aircraft Carriers. 4 Missile Cruisers. 4 Submarines. 6 Battleships. 10 Destroyers. 200 aircraft. They began to engage into battle.

Fardhine-Manila Air Base
12 Bombers. 19 gunships. 40 Fighters. There were more, but these were the ones that deployed at the current time.

Above Manila
12 FSD17 Maharlika-class and 48 FSI19 Pana-class hovered above the battlefield. They were ready to commence a He'll Rain bombardment.

"Commence Hell Rain." Said the Admiral.

All the ship's concealed guns were revealed as they aimed in multiple directions. Operation Hell Rain would fire upon all visible enemy aircraft. And now, they fired.

Sword of Damocles
50 FSD17 Maharlika-class and 200 FSI19 approached the PAS Station. With all frontal shields activated, and all guns ready; fighters and gunships soaring, the fleet wiped clean whatever was unwise enough to stay in its course by itself.

TO: Sword of Damocles
FROM: Kataas-taasang Almirante Julio Lakan
We have arrived to come to your aid. Hold strong.

TO: Attackers of PAS
FROM: Kataas-taasang Almirante Julio Lakan
Beware the might of the Imperial Legacy Fleet! None shall leave without knowing the wrath of the Fardhine Imperial Fleet!

The fleet split up into six groups. 1 group went over the battle. 3 came to surround the battle. 1 went under. The last, would now through the battlefield's weak spots in order to reach the station.
NOTE: They have only taken positions and have not begun atta king yet.

Iron Spire Shipyards
A mighty warship similar to the Bakunawa-class Throne of Aries flagship was being built. The Makahambus-class wasn't as tall as its predecessor, through it was still as massive. Where the legs of the TOA would have been, the Makahambus would have wings. The Bridge was still quite Similar, though more defended. The engines were more powerful, now Space Capable.

OOC: pretty sure they submerged already

[Random Characters]

After entering orbit, the fleet of 100 Barragers flew towards Unicron, releasing more relativistic missiles along the way. Once again, 25 antimatter torpedoes were released from each ship, and the ships left as quickly as they came. However, 25 of the ships could not leave because opening a wormhole would cause a paradox for some unknown reason. They would have to wait for the computers to calculate a safe location to open a wormhole to.

Meanwhile, the ships in orbit of Earth waited. Because there were other fleets nearby, the admiral sent out a message to the others.

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To the fleets currently in orbit, we wish to know of your plans for defense. This entity and its allies can't be defeated if we work alone. If we are to succeed, every nation has to know what the others will do. This is an enemy that can withstand the power of a relativistic weapon, which means that victory will not be achieved through brute force.

Sincerely,
The Haigonian Navy