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

[Ordocravia]

When the response had arrived to F.O.B XC-3 the individual overseeing communications was the Emperor, as he read through the message he came to realise something

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Greetings, Lord Galvatron

While Reading through your message I came to realise that we are basically up against your people's version of the Devil himself. I can imagine that the power that lies within him must be incomprehensible and as an asset to us he would be what is going to grant us universe-wide domination... Although, I see a problem with that; His Heralds. We need to take care of them immediately otherwise we will lose our chance of having Unicron at our disposal

I do not worry about these autobots, even less so if our EMPs work on them. But we will need to dispatch soldiers on to Unicron himself to get rid of the Heralds.
Regarding the matter of the "visit" I will take my Flagship close enough to the Victory for Hologram communication, ETA 8 minutes

This Has been the Ordocravian Emperor, Rethovus Samnimus Ermecorroge on F.O.B XC-3
Signing out

Other news were that upon hearing news of major Battles near Pluto, An Overcharge was demanded for Doomsayer's Cannon while secretly a Squad of Death Corps were sent to the battlefield to investigate the state of battle. The Colossus was dispatched to Earth to further test it's capabilities in actual combat against a few Dictatorships in the middle East; Not a single scratch occured

Fighters Commenced in Mock fights with eachother as training and Interceptors exercised crew coordination and Sharpshooting while countless foreign warship schematics were downloaded to their databanks for use in actual combat

[Higher Japan]

Higher Japanese fleet

The fleet merely idled around, men on high alert for any deployment as the bridges each reported their own statuses. Currently the fleet was not in any minor skrimish nor engagement. The more the fleet sat around, the more aggressive the men slowly got. More and more orders to land were sent to Justine directly as she sighed, looking towards the orders and filtering them out through the Advanced Inter Space Communications and Alarm System. However, they did have some points. A nation on earth even begun to contact them, in the name of god? There was no god in their universe, that was a universal truth. The worlds were rather divided into 7 separate sector, the most prosperous being her very own followed by slightly lower rankings of others.

Getting up from her chair, she sighed as she tapped into the hangar's communication frequency. "Get me a shuttle ready for transport and prepare troop landing craft." Lifting her hand up, 2 S class investigators, both armed with the standard issue weapons for all new S class investigators. It was a nearly full rigging set for standard investigators. Although they still carried no weapons, as most investigators of such high rank relied more on their own powers directly.

Soon, an atmospheric destroyer would move out of it's external moorings on an atmospheric support dreadnought, slowly making it's way down to earth as it responded to the message that they received. This time however, another admiral would appear from a holographic display. The woman was Grand Admiral Victoria, in her new modernized armor which involved segmented sections of her armor that removed the lower half, leaving her legs nearly completely exposed but was covered by for the built in energy shield generator.

"This is Higher Japanese Task Force 1, repeat, this is Higher Japanese Task Force 1." It would be sent directly in the old method of Morse code, although there was no clear tactical purpose in it.

"Get the life rings up online, prepare for firing at the moment." She directed to one of the entities, who merely nodded as she placed their hand on the sensor of the control unit. Within the front of the ship in the gap, 5 rings soon activated and opened up slightly as they begun to slowly spin. The furthest ring at the back would spin at maximum speed as increased energy output would show up clear on any radar. The shields of most ships also hit maximum power as seen by how around ships a sphere would appear for a second with a wave marking out the sphere formed by hexagons.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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Galvatron had received a response from Ordocravia, which, at the end of his message, stated that the Emperor wanted to contact Galvatron via hologram. It was unexpected, though the Decepticons certainly possessed that level of technology and more. Another item of note was that he supposedly didn't fear the Autobots. An organic not fearing their mechanical overlords, it was a surprising sight. Technological lifeforms, Galvatron believed, were destined to be feared overlords; the Autobots were simply weak-willed cowards. Soon, the Decepticons would destroy those treacherous bastards and force the survivors to their heel strut; preferably as slaves, gladiators, test subjects or, if absolutely necessary, low-level soldiers who would be killed in combat.

Galvatron started to feel a rise in anger, which usually preceded him brutalizing a soldier of his. Unlike Megatron, he didn't seem to possess any of the anger management codes which were stored within his logic chips. Then again, Galvatron's logic chips were brittle from bathing unconsciously in the plasma baths of Thrull. But he was getting off topic; he needed to contact Emperor Ermecorroge of the Ordocravian Empire as soon as possible to cement this alliance. Galvatron turned his head to Cyclonus.

"Cyclonus, activate the holographic mainframe and tell me when Emperor Ermecorroge contacts me," Galvatron ordered.

"Yes, of course, Lord Galvatron," Cyclonus said, placing a servo on his chest and bowing.

Galvatron laid back, resting in his throne. Now, all he needed to do was wait until Emperor Ermecorroge contacted him through the mainframe, appearing as a hologram to the Decepticon, through which Galvatron would be able to sort out anything in regards to the "visit," as Ermecorroge called it.

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[Sterkistan]

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-SNIP-

Sterkian Military | Independent Faction
LONDO BELL

Lieutenant Rosch acknowledged the response. opening a proper communication link once the system had run the necessary systems to make the visual systems compatible with Autobot software.
Rosch's face flashed up on their communications console, and the bridge of the Ark appeared on his monitor.
"That's better, sorry for the intrusion, this just makes communicating easier."

He listened to Optimus' message, and looked behind him toward the Sterkian Fleet, his 360 degree monitor giving him a complete view of the space around him.

"We're preparing now. We have a few aces up our sleeve if we need to use them. I'm sending you details now, we have Guncannons setting up on our ships along with GM Snipers wielding 'Big Guns', we have the long-range assault covered, and we're deploying our other suits now, which'll cover close and medium range combat."

He paused for a moment, piloting his Mobile Suit around to the bridge, indicating an ''A-ok' symbol with the giant Mechs fingers, before pointing out toward a group of Sterkian Ships spreading out into formation. Argama-Class.

"Our Argama-Class ships are set up with Hyper-Mega Particle Cannons, they'll shred through anything in their way."
He directed his finger toward another ship,
"And over there we have our Heavy-Full Armour 7th Gundam setting up. We'll give you all the support we can, and if you need to get close we'll cover that as well."

He planted his GM III next to the bridge so the Autobots could see unrestricted, but close enough that if fighting started, he could easily protect the Bridge.

[Ordocravia]

If any of the Decepticons were looking at a radar they would notice a huge surge of Radiocativity coming past them and moving on near Neptune and then any Decepticon on the bridge of the Victory would see an enormous Ship exiting warp speed approximately 10 kilometers away from them, It was the Imperial Flagship with it's escort of five Destroyers

The Emperor as soon as a minute of inactivity passed commanded to open a Hologram transmitter link to the Decepticons and he sent a simple message and then waited for initiation

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Greetings, Lord Galvatron, I am ready to initiate Hologramic communication with you, as soon as you are ready we shall commence

Other than that the Death Corps¹ had silently approached a small Autobot vessel and had begun probing/freq.C² it. After the second lasting proccess was completed they would move on to another ship of another Belligerent to probe.

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¹Death Corps: Hyper-enhanced super-soldiers with the capability of fazing through objects and embeding themselves on shadows as well as breathing in the vacuum , they also possess slight shapeshifting capabilites

²Freq. C: Frequency Collection, for S.I and Signal Transmitter usage, The empire's most powerful destruction method

[Pax Cybertronian]

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"Excellent," Optimus responded. "Then we'll be more than ready for any potential Herald and/or Decepticon ambushes." Optimus activated the 360 degree camera on Teletraan-1's monitor. "We possess roughly 10,000 Autobot soldiers. While it may seem miniscule, we tend to be more physically powerful than our organic allies. No offence."

Optimus turned to the rest of his men. He pointed at Ironhide, then Wheeljack, Bumblebee, Hound and Jazz. "My soldiers also have a variety of abilities. For example, Ironhide can encase his superstructure in a near-indestructible alloy in combat, Wheeljack is highly skilled at engineering and is responsible for the creation of a wide variety of Autobot weaponry, Bumblebee, though very young compared to a lot of us, is very fast and agile, and can use his stingers to conduct electricity, which is often use to aid in repairs and combat. Hound possesses the ability to project holograms as disguises, and Jazz is an efficient commander, and is capable of utilizing his 'sound and light show': he uses his speakers and radios to overwhelm Decepticon sensors."

Optimus turned back to Rosch. "Most of us also possess the ability to transform into vehicles or wildlife. In combat, we'll use this to disguise ourselves, and also to aid ourselves in combat. I would like to thank you and Captain Noa for providing your aid to us, Lieutenant Rosch. We'll be sure to aid you and your soldiers when possible in this battle."

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Inside the Victory, Galvatron continued to wait for Emperor Ermocorrage's arrival. Several Decepticons had spotted on several of the Victory's radars that a huge surge of radioactivity was nearing them, and then it moved past the capital ship, nearing Neptune and, presumably, beyond. Then, suddenly, a large Ordocravian warship warped up to the warship: the Imperial Flagship, detectors assumed. After a solid minute of inactivity, a holograpm transmitter link was opened, which Galvatron accepted. The conversation between the two leaders thus began that moment.

"Greetings, Emperor," Galvatron responded, tapping an alphanumeric sequence into a console adjacent to his throne. "I've initiated the Victory's hologramic mainframe. I'm ready."

[Ordocravia]

And with Galvatron's response, the Emperor activated the Hologramic Link and with his Hologram he responded

"Well then, that's excellent news. For a start I'd like to know which info on our weaponry would you want to know first: Our Infantry Weaponry? Our Vehicles? Or our static Weapon Platforms?"

As he said that he prepared a Holoscreen with three options in an unreckognizable non-Latin script, presumingly it was the three options the Emperor had proposed

Meanwhile the Death Corps had slightly approached the Hexagonian Fleet, albeit from a distance, they had come there to collect radiation leftover samples from their shields for analysis, when they were done taking the samples they were to move on to Unicron himself as discreetly as possible to see what exactly is he.

The Doomsayer and Oracle batteries were undertaking Rotation Mechanism tests to ensure that their weapons would move properly when in the heat of battle

The Fleet itself went on to blend in with Neptune's atmosphere, the Gasses would make the fleet nigh undetectable and their Blue Camouflage would make them unseeable , they are to wait there until further instructions were given

Meanwhile after done Field testing both of it's forms the Colossus departed and Is on it's way to dock itself on the Imperial Flagship, it is to do so while hopefully being the least possible distraction to The Emperor's and Galvatron's conversation

[Random Characters]

As the probes approached Unicron, they turned around and burned, slowing them down. Now they had more control over their maneuvering. The probes circled Unicron, gathering data from orbit. Then, they attempted to land.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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For a few seconds, Galvatron pondered the Emperor's query. He wanted to learn about all three, but he was most interested in his 'static weapon platforms'. He presumed they were, essentially, the same as aircraft carriers, except larger - obviously - and adapted for space. Perhaps they sent warships to and from locations? Or did were they used by the Ordocravians to conduct reasonably safe scientific experiments, as well as used to aid a planet in combat in case it was ambushed? If it was the latter, then that could have potentially aided them in their battle against Unicron the Chaos-BRinger.

"We'll go for your static weapon platforms first, Emperor," Galvatron responded. "Then, after we've discussed that, we'll move onto the other two, and after that, I'll start to talk to you about our weaponry."

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For a few seconds, small whispers resonated from throughout the planet. They were messages to his Heralds, and to the Cultists from Alternia whom joined Unicron on his omnicidal voyage. Those messages seemed to be an invitation to allow his Heralds and the Cultists to investigate the source of the probes, and to release their violent urges onto it. He himself wouldn't deal with some probes; he regarded them as mere machinations of some mortal race. Easily destroyed within seconds by him. No, he'd rather allow the Heralds and Cultists to have some fun before they arrived at the main event: Earth. If some spacefaring civilization came back with the results and discovered Unicron's presence; that species would only scare themselves to death. His Heralds, on the other hand, were anxious to begin fighting, and the Alternian Cultists were likely feeling the same way, and he was interested in finding out some of the powers the Alternians possessed. Meanwhile, he remained focused on destroying the Deathbringer whilst heading towards the Earth.

As soon as the Heralds and the Cultists were ready, landing pads would take them up to the surface, and they would all be tasked a mission: to find the probes and destroy them. There wouldn't be a specific prize, mind you; the prize would be the winners' satisfaction, and the rest of the Heralds and Cultists would very likely be battle-ready for when they finally reached the Earth.

[Valentine Z]

Intelligent Officer Jenny was getting impatient as time goes on; they have been waiting on this planet for far too long than they like, and even though they have sworn off violence, it is times like these that they do not mind some shooting and assaults, given the grave situation that the Chaos Bringer presents.

“Kuso! We have been waiting here for far too long!” Jenny exclaimed, “Come on, guys! Surely we got to the wrong coordinates and landed on the wrong dimension! There’s nothing here but trees, as far as my eyes can see!”

“Hmm, I see your point, Jenny, but I can confirm this,” Clarissa said, “We are indeed in the correct place! The coordinates are as clear as light and day that Chaos Bringer came to this Earth! Just that… no sign of it yet, I think.”

“Well, I guess I’m going to shoot off a few rounds with my boys here!” Jacob remarked, “After all, we do need to test out our weapons, and we can simply fire off a few rounds into the air, right?”

“Yeah, I guess that sounds like a viable way to keep yourself entertained now,” Valentijn agreed, while adjusting and recalibrating his helmet’s gyroscopes, “Well, erm, enjoy your weapons, guys. I’m too big for that crap, hehe!”

"Come on, people! Let’s shoot some-" Augustine said before being halted by Clarissa; she put her hand in front of him so that his face nearly hit it.

"Wait!" she exclaimed, "We got a signal! We got… a transmission! Guys, we are NOT alone after all, hahah!"

"All right, let us hear it, or see it!" 2nd Com. Dawn said with some enthusiasm – they have been itching to do something for the past few hours, so anything to break the monotony of it all.

"Playing transmission!"

We Humbly greet our visitors of Valentine Z

We are the Ordocravian Empire, Owners of 40% of this star system and many others, we are thankful of your attempt to ease our struggle with the Chaos-Bringer,
But you see, we do not want your help, we only wish to contain him rather than destroy him for he is quite a valuable object indeed,

Although if you want to help us contain him we'd gladly allow you to do so, and as a gesture of friendliness; We are sending a Heavy Cruiser to your Location to pick you up, for your knowledge a Cruiser of ours looks quite similar to an arrow, although its top its flat and it is painted deep blue, we are telling you this so you wont feel threatened by the warship and open fire on it,

ETA is about 6 minutes, we will see you then.

This has been the Ordocravian Imperial Telecommunications Base, signing out.

"We do not want your help? Wat is dit verdomme?" Valentijn exclaimed in a somewhat lighthearted but agitated tone, "Come on, we may be pacifists, but we can still kick ass, you know?"

"Valuable object?!" Jacob raised his voice a little, "It's not that valuable to everyone here when it's busy eating planets!"

"Well, it does say that we can still help them if we want to! Maybe it's their way of saying, "We got the firepower!"" Germaine suggested.

"Haha, maybe you're right," Val agreed back, "Maybe… Maybe I just got a little tired of that, that's all."

"Guyssss! You heard the transmission!" Foresittend Marcus announced to the group, "Do NOT open fire at an arrow shaped cruiser! In fact, do not open fire first! If someone is attacking us, we will drop our shields and retaliate. So, if they are not a threat to us, better not fire!"

"Now… we wait again," Jenny commented.

[Horatio Prime]

The First had to resist the urge to smirk at the sight on the holographic galaxy map before him. Ever since the announcing of Unicron's presence, numerous fleets of varying spacefaring empires had gathered nearby around Pluto, an icy planetoid at the edge of the Old Mezari¹ home system, Sol. Because it was an extremely small space on a galactic scale, the fleets on the map, which were represented in the territory as color-coded circles, had begun overlapping each other, resulting in a messy, glitchy sight within a fragment of the Orion Arm.

He sat back down, observing the craze of colors condensed into a miniscule point. Aboard his dreadnought, he had nothing but the ambience of interplanetary space and a sterile atrium accompanying the silence, which was quickly broken when one of his loyal subjects informed him on current events.

"My king!" He exclaimed. "The fleets have been mobilized, and all of our warriors have prepared for battle. All that remains is your word."

"Good," the First responded, "although I'm not quite sure what we should actually do just yet."

"We could just wait it all out. Maybe everyone else can handle this, thing, for us."

The First sat up. "Ah, but that would seem like a wasted opportunity! This predicament would serve as a fine chance to make allies. Especially those Cybertronians. We could obtain fine technologies from them to make US even better." He walked around the galaxy map, eyeing the golden hue the hologram provided. "It could also be an... interesting source of amusement, to be on good terms between two mighty empires exchanging contempt on each other.

His subject replied. "A fair point, my king." He pulled out a tablet. "Shall I tell the fleets to standby for orders, then?"

"Please do."

"Right away." With that, the door slammed shut, and the First was once again left alone. He pondered about how to go about this. After a few minutes, he decided to simply send out a message to all of the political entities currently engaged within the Unicron conflict:

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Greetings, fine civilizations of the Milky Way. The Horatio speak:

We are well aware of the conflict currently centered around the planet-consuming machine you call "Unicron."

While we are not usually concerned for the nature of galactic quarrels, we understand that Unicron has announced themselves as a clear threat towards most sentient life. Hence, we have decided that we too would play a part in this attempt at turning the tables. Unfortunately, we are, as of present, currently unsure as to which faction we should currently assist, whether it be you "Autobots" or "Decepticons" and their respective allies. Let it be known that we will decide based on who has won our favor more sufficiently. We will accept the traditional trading of resources for superior biological technologies, food, or other general goods in return for our support.

—Horatio the First

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1.Old Mezari - referring to traditional humans of Earth. The Mezari were originally the descendants of human colonists which migrated from the Solar System centuries ago, but have since faded into obscurity. Horatio himself was a Mezari individual.

[Ordocravia]

And at Galvatron's Response, the Emperor swiped up one of the options and enlargened an Image showing two Separate Holograms of the Augmented Planets Saturn and Mars and then he said

"To be honest , Lord Galvatron, I was slightly hoping for you to choose this first: It is our most powerful weaponry after all, we had briefed you about them a few minutes ago but well, here are the details"

He chose the image of Saturn and Enlargened it and it started slightly spinning

"This is our Doomsayer Battery, Mainly a fuelling station for our ships, what deems it a weapon is the way we have chosen to expel what we cannot harness from the planet, at one of the two places that the five artificial rings we have created share a common point, we have created a cannon, this cannon firstly hypercondenses the unusable fuels into plasma and fires it all in a beam. This beam as our tests have proven is quite powerful, but it does not possess the EMP properties of the rest of our arsenal, but, we have done something to counter that"

He chooses one ring and zooms in on it, revealing two tiny rings attached to it

"These rings serve no other function than being there to weaken enemy shields for the main cannon to concentrate its fire to, as a weapon they are quite weak, but this whole system in whole is just deadly"

He then swipes the picture of the planet to the side and the Mars hologram replaces it

"This here is a very experimental one, we call it Oracle battery, it's primary function is to provide geothermal energy for the empire and house part of our fleet, the weapon on this one is it's Volcanoes, we compress the magma inside and forcefully eject it into space in a semi-liquid state, this, as we have noticed deals quite some damage to shields but relatively low damafe to ships themselves"

He pushes the hologram up and pulls up the option screen

"Obviously none of our batteries are capable of moving, we have been trying for months now but to no avail, now, onto the next, which shall it be, Lord Galvatron?"

Meanwhile the Cruiser set to retrieve the Valentinians had arrived, and quite noticeably due to the enormous shockwave it produced after it exited it's Hyperdrive . It then shot a bullet-sized item at the ground near -yet not that close to be considered an attack- the Valentinian's location which opened up a portal, the crew, believing the Valentinians were smart enough to understand that it would warp them into the ship, just waited for them to enter.

[The Hexagon Industries]

"Sir, Ordocravian ships are detected near the planet, Neptune. They seem to be preparing to ambush our position," a Cerberus agent notified the High Seer. The High Seer then navigated the cameras and looked at the resting ships, somewhat blending in with Neptune's surface. Seemingly invisible to the naked eye, they were very visible in the scanners.

The High Seer smirked, before pressing a button on his console. "Ordocravian ships detected, patching the scanner and camera feeds to main screen," he spoke, before doing so.

With a simple press on the screen, the location of the hidden fleet was relayed to the Commander on board. The High Seer waited for the Commander's orders, not noticing that the Micromissile Silos were finished switching to their Void Missiles.

Finally, the order was given.

Fire a warning shot.

The High Seer let out an unsatisfied groan, and put both hands to his console. Marking the largest ship in the Ordocravian fleet, the High Seer guided the other Spires to the fleet's location, before speaking, "Prepare to fire on my command!"

The Deathbringer began to shift, weapons hidden underneath the protective shielding of the Spires. Five Spires deployed heavy weaponry, while one, let out a single Neo-Luminescence Cannon.

The kinetic barrier slowly came down, the Deathbringer now depending on it's shields and armor for protection. The Assault Deathbringer then paused, waiting for the High Seer's order, while the Commander onboard watched from the Main Spire, still protected by an auxiliary kinetic barrier.

"Fire warning shot."

The Sixth Spire began to illuminate as the Neoluminescence Cannon began to charge. A press of a trigger later, and a large, yellow helical beam fired from the cannon, headed for the largest ship in the fleet. It purposely missed, however, it only served as a warning shot for Ordocravia to stay away from the Hexagon-made wormhole.

It was then at this moment, that a small part of the fleet passed through, seven Catalysts and twenty Halos. Witnessing a cannon fired from the Deathbringer, the newly-arrived vessels were confused, not knowing if the CCCC was under attack or not. Still, in reaction to the cannon being fired, the Halos immediately formed a defensive wall in front of the Deathbringer, and the Catalysts spread out, their coilguns at the ready.

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To: The Ordocravian Head of
Command
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Greetings, Ordocravians.

Although we despise you for
the little stunt you have done
in an other time, we have
entirely come for the god-like
entity, Unicron.

Ignore us, and we shall leave
you alone as well. However,
force our hand, and you shall
see power we have not dealt
nor shown in this Multiverse
before.

This is no mere colonization
fleet, Ordocravians.

We hope that you make the
correct decision.



[Siberai]

Sol System, Aboard the Ark.

The Probe looked at the two autobots inspecting it, giving off a frightened whistle and sending out a distress beacon, hovering wildly in a panic. It collided with Drifts leg, looking up with a single pleading purple sightoptic. It then sent a hologram of a massive entity bearing a glowing orange sword, marked only as 'Warden Eternal- Ur-Didact Form Beta'. It was about 3 inches taller than Slipstream, and seemed to have a vaguely skull-like ornamented faceplate. It faded as the drone cowered in the corner, a message displayed on it's comms panel, reading as such:

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Message Sent to Primus Fleet. ETA 20 Seconds.

What was the Primus Fleet? What did it entail? And just who was this 'Ur-Didact'?...

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Primus Fleet, Prime Edict and Escorting Dreadnaughts

The Ur-Didact was calmly ordering a jump to the Sol System, all missions aborted, to retrieve the drone. As the ships entered Slipspace, alarms shot off all across the Sol System, alerting any civilization advanced enough to detect the ships approaching to the incursion. As the Prime Edict exited Slipspace, It cast a terrifying shadow across the system. This massive observation ship dwarfed Earth, and dwarfed even it's escorts, and was just about the size of the Chaos Bringer himself. The Ur-Didact transmitted a grave and dire warning to the autobot ships within the system, hoping to intimidate them. The message did transmit across all bands, though, and could be picked up via other means on other ships.

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A final command, Autobots, but it is more of a plea.
Your insubordination has guaranteed your death, there can be no alternative
but your species has not yet crossed the threshold of disobedience
that would require us to decimate Earth.
You have survived combat with us before. You may survive the ensuing battle.
If this happens, leave! Return to your home. Await our arrival there.
If you interfere with us here, you may lose the conflict with Unicron.
If you are defeated, we are defeated as well.
Unicron will be unleashed. He will begin a omnicidal orgy, cleansing all known sentience.
He will crack Earth and reduce the surface of that blue world to cinders..



The Ur-Didact waited for a reply, the metallic chitons on his helmet rasping with impatience.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

“Ahh... you ever see Men in Black? It’s the same premise here. People will go insane knowing their reality isn’t reality at all. And that’s the last thing we want them to worry about while they live their lives in peace. It’s the liberty of not having to know. In time, they’ll know. We’ve already revealed quite a bit to our citizens, but nothing of this magnitude. Anyways, as of right now, this never happened. Satellite image data will be cut and erased, people will be under our protective custody for some time while we sort everything out to them, then we release them back, then pretending to not know a thing. This was a mistake, a military testing accident that we won’t say what, the people obviously won’t buy it and make some lovely conspiracy theories. It’s better than them knowing what’s really going on. In time it’ll be declassified as well.” The young commander responded, cocking his head slightly showing a small smile, rare for someone like him. “And I’m afraid we can’t let anyone listen in, at least for now- for all we know, you’re a spy taking advantage of the situation to destroy Exodian democracy- but well, that’s probably what you think of us too. Have a nice ride.”
He walked over to the APC, entering through the passenger door and closing it.

As she walked towards the APC, she had a few odd reactions with the Exodian soldiers- a few awkwardly leaned away, confused and a bit annoyed, while a few leaned in, jokingly taking pictures and laughing. The soldiers opened the door to the armored personnel carrier, with a few on the sides closing the windows.

OOC: Post not entirely finished, plan to respond to everything that happened so far in the RP later.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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Galvatron pondered the information he had collected. The Doomsayer Batter, located on Saturn, was primarily used as a fuelling station for their starships; it contained a powerful cannon which hyper-condensed the unusable fuels of Saturn into plasma and fired it all into a singular, powerful beam. While it did not possess the EMP properties of the rest of their arsenal, as Galvatron had been told, it used the rings attached to itself to weaken enemy shields. There was also the Oracle battery, which boasted its function to provide geothermal energy for the Ordocravian Empire; its primary weapon was its volcanoes; the Ordocravians compressed the magma inside it and forcedully ejected it into space in a semi-liquid state, which weakened the shields of their enemies without damaging their ships. It was experimental, and Galvatron considered it to be a potential liability for victory; after all, if it was experimental, then it had the potential to backfire on the Decepticons.

"This information is quite interesting, Emperor," Galvatron said, quickly typing in a summary of the information he received into a nearby datapad. "I know that Lord Megatron will be very intrigued by this information. Now, I suppose I'll chose... your infantry weaponry."

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Both the Autobots and the Decepticons chose to respond to respond to Horatio the First's message to all political entities within the conflict, but for different reasons.

The Decepticons were very low on allies: only the Ordocravian Empire had decided to align with Megatron's interest. Everyone else, for one reason or another, chose to either side with the Autobots, Unicron, or simply decided to remain neutral. Meanwhile, the Autobots wanted to expand their influence in the galaxy, and, unlike their organic-hating adversaries, most of the Autobots didn't despise all organic lifeforms. As such, they both sent messages to Horatio the First.

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"Greetings, Horatio the First. My name is Optimus Prime of Rodion. We seek to prevent Unicron the Chaos-Bringer from consuming the Earth; if he sates his hunger here, then he'll simply move onto the next planet until he's consumed everything in the galaxy. Nevertheless, you have stated that, to win your favour, you require trade. As such, our current offer are several energon synthesisers, which you can use to convert materials into energon and vice versa as well as other materials, and ten dreadnoughts constructed at Starbase Rugby. We believe they will aid in assisting your research. We will also offer five hundred million gallons of water from a variety of water-based planets, as well as rice, bread, fruit and vegetables and a variety of meats from the colonies in the outskirts of the Commonwealth. If you wish to develop your technology further, we will send several scientists to your capital planet to aid your scientists in research.

We hope to hear from you soon."

The Decepticons sent their transmission out roughly a minute or two after the Autobots', which read:

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"Greetings, organic lifeforms. This is Galvatron, commander of the [i]Victory[/i] and general of the Decepticon Star Empire - I serve under Lord Megatron's direct command. Anyway, in regards to trade, we'll offer five [i]Doomsday[/i]-class warships - used as flagships in our military; they're very powerful and are very hard to destroy. We'll also hand over fifty million organic slaves from colony worlds due to be cyberformed. They will speed up your labour very quickly, and are skilled in a large variety of jobs, from general labouring to brick-layering, to being enlisted soldiers in your army.

We will await your response.

Galvatron sent his transmission to Horatio the First and awaited a response.

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Optimus Prime had received a message - not a true threat, more of a plea - from the Siberaians. He wasn't one to ; he knew that Drift and Slipstream had encountered some drone in a room. Optimus sighed and sent a response; he'd rather not ensure the decimation of Earth by multiversal entities. He wasn't really one for one

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Greetings. My name is Optimus Prime. We apologise for our insubordination. I'm sure that Drift and Slipstream didn't seek to be hostile to the drone. We will not interfere with your projects further. We are appreciative that you know the direness of the situation in regards to Unicron; there is no need to destroy the Earth yourselves. If Unicron wins here, then all life as we know it - not just sapient life, but any type of lifeform - will be wiped out, indeed. We fear that even all matter in the Universe will be consumed by him.

Again, we apologize for any disturbances caused; we trust that your intentions are pure and that you also seek to halt the impending threat of Unicron.

'Till All Are One.

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
A fleet lay adrift among the space between galaxies... There were none awake at this moment. Many of the people among these ships desired an adventure, a great battle to save all of humanity. The AI on the Wenteran Data Collector ‘Harvester’ just found that very thing.
This was the log of that AI when that message was found.

ZETA-1946 ACTIVATING
MESSAGE INTERCEPTED
SCANNING MESSAGE
CONFIRMED MESSAGE

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

POSSIBLE THREAT IDENTIFIED
SENDING REQUEST FOR EMERGENCY AWAKENING OF THE UNITER
A few minutes later a beeping can be heard on the WFS ‘Leadership’
A Cryo-Pod opens and John Relay suddenly falls out of it. He walked over to the armory and put on his armor. He steps forward to his bridge and opened up his hard-light computer. A new message popped up with the emergency symbol on it. It read the following:

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Mr. Relay, we may have a severe threat. Planets have been destroyed. This lifeform may have as much or more power then us. I am also sure this lifeform is heading towards Sol.  I recommend you awaken all fleet members.
I reduced all that down to this one button. Good luck Mr. Relay.
-Your faithful Emergency AI Sigma-6
ACTIVATE EMERGENCY AWAKENING

John Relay then clicked the button and then all the Cryo-Pods opened. All the Combat Robots got off their charging stations. The Railcraft’s started to spin their cores. Within a couple hours all the ships were fully operational. John Relay activated his hard-light computer and typed out a message for the Relay Tower to send to the Sol System.

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If anyone is still out there, we are coming. We will help.
This comes from Almighty Uniter John Relay of Wentera.

John Relay then typed out an encrypted message to all the other Wenteran ships.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new threat to deal with. Please read the links I sent you. Get your crew ready and enter full speeds. We are now at war.

He then looked at his crew and entered full speed. “Time for us to face our destiny.” He said to himself.

[Sterkistan]

-SNIP-

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Sterkian Military | Independent Faction
LONDO BELL

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Lieutenant Rosch
Rosch nodded, opening another communication link to the Ra Cailum. Through catching the communications cable thrown to him by another Mobile Suit.
"Captain Bright, we have the full support of the Autobots, and we're preparing to engage Unicron on their go."

Bright moved his hand away from his chin, relaxing slightly at the good news.
"Roger, stay where you are, act as close support for their flagship and keep us in contact."
He adjusted his helmet, the open visor allowing for the filtered air of the ship to waft in, and the dim light from the consoles and screens surrounding the room kept him from drifting away.

He gripped the handset of the inter-ship comms, pulling it to his face.
"All hands to battle stations, make sure everyone is in a Normal suit. Hurry up with launching the Gundams, we may need the firepower."

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Banagher Links | Unicorn Gundam
Banagher rubbed his arms before gripping the controls of the Unicorn Gundam, taking deep breaths and pushing the controls forward, the suit walking forward toward the hangar bay depressurisation zone, where the Banshee was waiting.
A comm link opened, the Banshee Pilot, Marida Cruz on the other end.
"Calm down, treat it like the sims. As Amuro says, if you treat simulations like bloodless combat and combat as a bloody simulation you'll be fine."
He sighed, tension flowing through him.
"R-Right, I'll handle it."
Marida kept her usual visage, with no emotion showing on her face.
"Good."

The link closed, but could be reopened at a moments notice. And Banagher stepped out of the hangar onto the Catapult deck, taking in the scene around him. Ships shifting and Mobile Suits skimming between them, twisting gracefully to their positions, or patrolling around the outsides of their fleet. He noticed an EWAC Jegan departing toward the direction of the enemy.
"Moving into position."
He lifted off, the suit rising away from the deck and toward the port side of the Ra Cailum, the Banshee following close behind as they made a beeline for the middle line, currently held by a collection of Mobile Suits, including both the v and Mudrock Gundams, as well as the S Gundam on Vanguard and the ZII Gundam leading a patrol group. While the 7th Gundam HFA was holding the rear support line.

"We're all set here, there's a group of GM Strikers and GM II Semis setting up in quadrant 9, they'll be able to flank should it come to it, they're on minimal power until they're needed. So don't contact them."

[Random Characters]

The probes ascended gently onto the surface of the behemoth, using conventional chemical thrusters in order to preserve the surface. Once all 10 had stopped, they got to work. A bay opened up on the sides of the probes facing Unicron. An array of tools extended outward. One of them cut a sample from the surface of Unicron, hoping to get a chemical analysis. A communications channel opened between them and a network-isolated location at the base at Barnard's Star, so they could send the data back as soon as it was gathered. Another apparatus drilled a hole into the outer hull of Unicron. After extending far enough, the drill detached from the probe, burrowing inward until it reached a cavity. It opened up, and a swarm of microscopic drones flew out. They would explore the inner workings of Unicron, and gather data from its storage, if there was one.

Suddenly, movement was detected on the surface. Humanoids were searching for the probes! A group of them had emerged relatively close to one of the probes. In case it was discovered, it readied its self-destruct mechanism. However, there was a malfunction. If the probe was found it could not destroy itself.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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No news from the Cultists from Alternia had surfaced. The Heralds had presumed they were readying themselves for war, still dead-set on aiding Unicron in the destruction of the Earth. A group of Heralds - around five or so, but still very powerful nonetheless - were searching for the probes sent by some spacefaring federation located within the Milky Way. Their scanners had detected around ten probes having landed on Unicron's surface, and with every few steps closer to the probes, the beeps from the scanner started to quicken and intensify. The leader of the group grinned eagerly to himself. It wasn't everyday that the Heralds were allowed to stretch and

"Let's split up and find the probes," the leader said. "They should be around here somewhere. The scanner's beeping louder and louder, so that means they must be within a kilometre or two of us."

The other Heralds nodded and split up. While most of them strayed from the source of the beeps, another Herald started to close in on the apparent location of the probes. He spotted a probe's drill burrowing into Unicron until it hit a cavity; the probe itself was nearby.

"I think I've found 'em," he shouted. After hearing a chuckle from a fellow Herald, the mechanoid who found the probe began to close in on the probe...

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[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
The Wenteran fleet flew into the Kelpier Belt and observed the Sol System with their current knowledge. It seems that all life wasn’t entirely eradicated yet. The fleet started flying through the system and started observing information. The Communication Relay started sending back encrypted data to the Wenteran Homeland. They had no current threats to their fleet.
John Relay thought on the current threat, If this species can not unite we will all be destroyed. Hopefully Mankind can do that. He yelled to the crew “Tell the other ships to be careful for an ambush!” He then activated his hard-light computer and sent out a command for the Railcraft to be ready. If even a pebble entered their perimeter all the ships would open fire.

[Higher Japan]

Sol System

"Ma'am, would you care telling us as to why we're here?" A crew asked Justine, who simply looked out towards the void of space and unicorn as she took out the massive grimoire she always had, before opening it to a certain page. "To create a barrier, hopefully this should work for now." As she begun to chant some words in the book, a massive ring first formed in front of earth, before smaller rings with more intricate archaic writing appeared and blocked the path. Although it looked nearly impenetrable, with enough strength it could be shattered fully.

"Let's hope this holds." She said to the crew, looking at the ring which she knew could not stand against unicorn, but it was a risk she was willing to take. "Tell the fleet to open fire, full barrage towards unicorn. Prepare to flee if needed." The corvette simply took off towards another direction, away from the inevitable as the command reached the ships.

Slowly but surely, the first shots were fired towards unicorn, life rings in the super star destroyers activating and firing off concentrated graviton beams as the fleet maintained distance while also attempting to pummel it with enough fire power to distract it.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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Whilst many of the Heralds of Unicron had already been locating the probes send by some galactic federation, Unicron had remained dead-set on consuming the Earth. By this point, he had moved past Pluto and was preparing to consume the Earth, whether or not he did so in robot mode or in planet mode. He had remained relatively ignorant of any extraterrestrial spacefaring forces whom sought to aid humanity in its darkest hour. As a result, he was somewhat surprised at being attacked by the Higher Japanese fleet. While it didn't do any major damage to himself, a few of the metallic structures dotting the landscape had been decimated, its rubble falling to the ground and crushing any bystanders nearby. A round from one of the Higher Japanese Super Star Destroyers had hit a crater, causing a massive explosion that alerted a nearby group of Heralds.

Unicron's scanners began to do a sweep-search of the entire solar system, determined to discover and consume its attackers. In a few seconds, it had picked up a fleet of Higher Japanese warships, from which his supercomputers stored within his cranial chamber had detected was the source of the assault. Unicron didn't care about any further details other than what he already knew, so he stopped the search; he merely cared about consuming the inhabitants, which would likely sate his hunger at least for a while until he moved towards the Earth.Then, Unicron simply said, in an ancient Cybertronian language that predated even the Primal Vernacular, "Locate and consume."

Unicron then proceeded to deploy several powerful Heralds - all capable of space travel - towards Justine's starships. They moved towards the Higher Japanese fleet and opened fire.

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[Random Characters]

"Admiral, the entity has entered the Solar System and is closing in on its target!" an overexcited subordinate claimed. Admiral Foster thought for a moment. Then, he straightened up, cleared his throat, and spoke to the CIC.

"I have made a decision. Now that Unicron has entered the Solar System, we must act. Once Earth is consumed, who knows where else it'll go? Will it turn its attention towards us? We must act now if we are to survive. Send 50 Barragers to Jupiter, and have them use its gravity to provide additional delta-v. While their trajectory should get them within weapons range, they must not move closer. Then, they will launch their antimatter torpedoes and open a wormhole back to the base. As for their targets, our drones have identified areas that could potentially cause significant damage. Once the ships have returned, we will move on to the next part of our plan.
"We will then move part of our fleet to Earth to aid in its defense. Along with the fleets other nations are using, we will send 5 Retributions, 50 Annihilators, 75 Protectors, and 50 Liberators kept at a long distance from Earth. I also want 5 squads of Astral Templars ready to go, in case we need them."

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The probe detected the objects approaching its location. It searched its toolset to see if it could defend itself. Soon, it found an electric stick. The voltage could be configured to knock out the objects. The probe readied itself, preparing to fight.

[Shwe Tu Colony]

SLASH

Parfuhmerie's Store
"Oh look, an ambiguously-sent message!" Mac suddenly said, looking in the general direction of where The Horatio sent the message from, "Looks like someone's trying to contact ya'llses. I trust you guys have something to catch it?" Rather than get a response, Shiranui's fire orbs began to somehow relay the message through rhythmically dimming & brightening. "Nebermind then," Mac said, summoning a portal beneath his feet, "Now then, I'll just leave. Make sure to relay the message to Sekka!" Having said this, he somehow fell into the portal despite being outside of the gravity/atmosphere bubble around the store (which provided those there air to breathe, if they did need air to breathe).

D'aillisioux watched Shiranui's fire orbs relay the message, strangely mesmerized by them. "I'll go tell Sekka," he then suddenly said after the orbs stopped changing their brightness. Afterwards, he opened a purple vortex-type portal beneath him & jumped inside. "Strange," Richelieu said, thoroughly confused, before walking over to where D'aillisioux was, "I am detecting no residual magical energies where the portal opened, nor any sort of energy grounded in science. Not even thermal energies left behind. In fact, I can't even detect anything of his presence! Isn't he a doll, too, & not one made for assassination?"

"Oh, that?" Pâté Chaud said, "Yeah, he's like that. He doesn't leave any trail behind. Even Psytronius is confused as to why he's like that. Could be the soul he has, which we still haven't identified."
"But this trail is outright nonexistent!" said Richelieu, continuing to analyze the area, "If he has a soul of stealth... well, I don't think the Psytrines have even gotten this far to perfect or near-perfect stealth. Perhaps this is the technology of the legendary Commander Caliburn? Whatever it is, it is strange."

Verndara Manor, Sekka's Office
D'aillisioux jumped out of the portal that formed in front of Sekka's desk. "Anybody else, & I'm sure you would've made them jump," Sekka said, "But anyways, what are you here for?"
"M-message from someone..." he paused to figure out how to phrase his statement, "in the universe where the store is. F-from some Horatio guys."
"All right then, but did you really need to come here? I think a crystal could've worked just fine," Sekka said, taking out a piece of paper & a pen he had Norni Nacre create out of an emerald, "I'll go send a mackerel dove to them."

"W-well," D'aillisioux stammered out, fidgeting uncomfortably, "I-I didn't th-think a communications c-crystal would do well."
"I have a feeling there's more to it than that."
"I-it—" the boy paused, blushed brightly before making a sort of muffled scream & diving into a portal.

In Transit
D'aillisioux opened his eyes while being transported through his portal, which the Psytrines claimed was unlike any other portal. Apparently whereas most portals offered a view of the other end with nothing in between the endpoints on either end of the portal route, D'aillisioux's was simply a purple vortex that emitted no magical energies, linked to a destination by a tunnel of mauve fabric. Out of curiosity, the Psytrines requested that, rather than keep his eyes closed throughout the route, that he leave them open as to look & see what was between his two destinations; their interest in this had been piqued when D'aillisioux entered Psytronius one day, complaining of "his clothes getting wet & lit on fire while getting here." Aside from why he was wearing a kimono of sorts in Parfuhmerie of all places (a more European-inspired nation that it was Asian) was the first question that the Psytrines asked, followed by, "What do you see in transit?"

As it turned out, D'aillisioux was not traveling by the usual portal method, which was rending a hole in the universe. Rather, he was carving his route through minds & patching what he couldn't travel through with parts of other worlds. Naturally — or unnaturally, depending on how much faith one has in the knowledge of the Psytrines — everyone else was baffled by this method, which seemed largely inefficient & easily detectable. However, D'aillisioux's method of traveling was quite the opposite: untraceable & a bit more time consuming than walking from one portal out the other, yes, but it still seemed to use no magical power. In fact, the Psytrines immediately asked if the boy even existed.

Unfortunately for the callous lot that posed the question, D'aillisioux was... a bit mentally unstable & promptly broke down in a literal & mental fashion (being a doll, his body fell apart into segments, although most other dolls don't fall apart like this). His answer past the bawling was a simple, "I don't know." For anyone else, the questions would've stopped there, but Psytrines were not anyone else & continued analyzing him, asking him what he saw. & gone was that once-crying boy, who looked up with an unsettling, mesmerized expression as he described what happened in transit, between worlds, amidst realities. It was a painting that mixed reality & fiction into a beautiful, cryptic mess.

He described being surrounded by surreal, strange scenes that overwhelmed his senses. It was beautiful & mysterious. He could not take his eyes away when he opened them to that painted realm, that waking dream. & when it was over & he arrived at his destination, he felt a twinge of nostalgia. The people who he saw in that portal route seemed to be everyone but nobody at once; they were relatable in their losses & their feats, yet so distant with how outlandish they were. Their costumes & movements alike were excessively flamboyant, yet each person there told their own plain story. Perhaps they were actors, or perhaps they were the normal folk that needed a break from the long days. They needed a new world, & there was none better than where there is nothing on one side & everything on the other. & that is where their creativity flowed.

This time, D'aillisioux saw many of the same things & people as he had seen previous times: the grown hero twins of fire that saw & overcame adversity, the elegance & purity of the waves lapping at the mauve fabric below him, those high above & their ground-dwelling counterparts, the bridge that linked them, & many more. The only new person that he saw was someone in a bowler hat & formal outfit, who sat on a chair far in the mauve fabric & simply watched as everything happened in front of him. He contrasted sharply with the exotic flair of everyone else, yet emitted the aura of having laid the foundation that let this flair blossom among the mauve fabric. There was something about this scene that made him start quietly singing to himself.

"Hey!" D'aillisioux shouted towards the man while still flying through the mauve fabric, hoping to get his attention, "Who are you?" Interestingly, the man & his chair seemed to move with the boy in the mauve fabric such that they could always see each other. The person merely looked up at D'aillisioux, revealing that his head seemed to be a mirror, which reflected the boy in it. They merely nodded, & while D'aillisioux could not see it himself, he was certain that their expression had a pleasant smile.

"Thanks," he then said, nodding his own approval, before the mauve fabric in front of him slowly shifted into a more magenta color, which in turn burst outwards in a funnel shape to unveil the floor of Parfuhmerie's shop in front of him.

A few minutes later
By some unimportant method, the Horatio who sent the letter would receive Sekka's response:

Letter to the Horatio

Sekka Verndara
Parfuhmerie
Verndara Manor
10 Desyllians (maximum safety | OOC: Can only be read by those the recipient permits)

To: The Horatio that sent a message earlier

Warm greetings to you, Horatio. I am Sekka Verndara of Parfuhmerie, and I have noticed that the civilization of The Horatio seems to have a keen eye for trade and economics, much like Parfuhmerie. While I am currently neutral in the conflict of Unicron, as we Parfuhmerians are wary of something as powerful as it, I am still interested in perhaps establishing a trade link between us two. While we ourselves do not produce too many goods that we believe to fall under the goods that your civilization would find more desirable, there should still be some products for sale.

In particular, we have some reserves of food, perfume, and alchemical supplies — this third category is at its core a magical sort of variant to chemistry, and we have found that oftentimes the machines and devices used in alchemy can be used in similar ways in chemistry. On the superior technologies side of things, I do believe that the Psytrines would be quite interested in sharing their quite wondrous magical technology for a price, which is that of providing the magical power needed to power such devices. This would either mean that constant visits will be needed to resupply the devices or the Psytrines can slowly introduce magical power into the nearby environment, which is a slower process.

If so desired, I will contact the Psytrines so that they can begin negotiating with you. Otherwise, there is an outpost of Parfuhmerie's floating a distance away from the conflict around the Sol System but close enough that trade should be practical enough for most civilizations in the area. Here, we are selling primarily more violent supplies, and if you wish for goods better for developing a nation, I would recommend the mall that Parfuhmerie has, which has a diverse array of items all across the multiverse.

Please send a response back as soon as possible so then I know if you are interested in purchasing either goods from Parfuhmerie or establishing a link with Psytronius. Attached to this letter are the coordinates to the outpost, but I advise caution. An informant of mine claims that there is another civilization in the area that happens to dislike magic, and it will likely be a bloody conflict between that lot and us Parfuhmerians that could close off possible trade between our civilizations. Good business with ye, and I hope your civilization prospers.