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Jaegan
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Postby Jaegan » Wed Jul 11, 2018 3:59 am

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Milky Way Galaxy, Sagittarius Arm, 1,045 light-years along the curve from the middle section (towards the edge of the arm), the Confederacy of Jaegan, Jeo System, Jaegan, Continent of Jona, State of Proto-Jaen, Aller Station, Spacial Listener Tower 2.
March 20 1357 A.E. (After Exodus) 05:12 a.m.

News on the mounting tensions between the Federation and the People's Republic travelled fast, fast enough that even isolationist Jaegan could not claim absolute ignorance about the galaxy's political state of affairs. Barely a few days ago the first Jaeganite trading ship that had arrived from the Jas Point hyperspace gateway had arrived with word on the situation on the other side.

According to the Confederacy's most up-to-date sources war between the two power blocs was a near inevitability. A blockade was being decided over by the Gagiumian Senate, and judging from past records on the outrage regarding New Jackania's involvement in the pirate attacks on the Federation planet of Maglone. They wished to cut Miron off from interstellar trade.

At first Command Front (the name of the government of Jaegan) had been spooked. An emergency meeting had been declared between the different divisional departments as soon as the two hour radio signal delay had passed.

A declaration of a state of emergency had been suggested and the plausible mobilization of the entire Confederate Defense Forces. However, the original invasion paranoia level fear had diminished to a minor suspicion.

Since news normally travelled slow across the Confederacy, it had been assumed that a plausible war between Gagium and New Jackania may have already started and that the blockade had long since happened. However, the lack of any star system invasion fleets from Jackania entering the Jeo system to lay waste to Federation military installations across the system and the Confederacy for being such a Federation aligned nation seemed to prove otherwise.

As a result, the ordered deployment of all Internal Grid Forces out of their respective star bases had been recalled and business as usual continued... though, the Confederacy knew better than to trust that no attack would arrive.

No, now it was only a matter of time. As expected, the Jaeganite Confederacy would side itself with the Interplanetary Federation of Gagium. It really had no better choice.

Staying absolutely neutral would be at best delay a full-scale invasion on the Jeonar system - since thousands of Federation military space installations dotted the Jeonar starscape. Jaeganite neutrality would likely either sour its relatively friendly relationship with the Federation or delay a Republic invasion until the war dragged on long enough for them to ignore civilian casualties as collateral damage.

Siding with the Republic was plausible, but did not make much sense since the Federation already had its own bases in the system. It would be the equivalent of telling one's house guest who has paid his rent and never once broken any possessions of yours that have declared him an enemy of your home.

Such a scenario would not play out well. Rather, the Confederacy would side with the Federation on this... hopefully gaining itself some territory in Republic space that was rich in the extremely rare sceptium crystals - the materials that the Confederacy desperately needed to build additional faster than light starships.

Though, if peace was a plausible alternative, the Confederacy would not resist. Crystals that could manipulate the fabric of space-time were not worth a long and pointless war...

A detachment force had been sent toward the gate last night. It would take roughly a day and a half, but the EGFs (External Grid Forces) 01 and 02 - which included the 600 new Heamer IV battleships that had been equipped with hyperspace drives - would eventually arrive in Renia to declare its support for the Federation of Gagium in this difficult time. EGF 02 would keep watch of the gate, waiting for either EGF 01 to call for reinforcements or to combat whatever hostiles might arrive through it.

However, no matter how much the Confederacy attempted to prepare itself for any possibility of attack it could never prepare itself for the random series of space-time fluctuations it would receive. "Incoming space-time waves."

Technician Officer Harvy Jones was the first to respond to his subordinate's statement. "Communication or hyperspace disruptions?"

The military technician stared at the screen in front of him some more. Utilizing a sceptium graphite alloy, it was possible to receive and send faster than light communications through space-time wave fluctuations - similar to that of more conventional radio waves.

The highly sensitive sceptium graphite web radars at the top of the tower continued to vibrate along to the detected space-time ripples within their vacuum sucked chamber - to negate vibrations caused by external factors like heat energy and kinetic movement transfers from air particles. The tiny little lines acted like that of a spider's web, transferring the vibrations to a machine where they were recorded down for future reference.

From what the technician could tell from the screen the waves were sent in a planned and purposeful manner - not like that of a one-way hyperspace jump. "Communication waves, sir."

Jones nodded. "Get the message onto the main screen."

A series of prime numbers were listed on the main screen and then high definition maps of the Milky Way Galaxy and its surrounding galactic neighborhood. Jones got off his seat.

"Pin point the location of the waves." The technician obeyed.

"Outside of the galaxy, sir. Roughly a quarter of a million light-years below us."

The Technician Officer was seemingly stunned for a moment. Extra-galactic Aliens?

The Confederacy had always tried its very best to keep closed from most of galactic affairs, unless deemed absolutely necessary. First contact scenarios were often avoided, particularly since the first massive fail involving alien contact more than two centuries ago...

Everyone in the room who had been casually looking over to eavesdrop on the conversation exchange or focusing on their listening assignments now had their eyes on either the screen or Jones.

"What?"

"That shouldn't be right..."

"Something's fishy here..."

"Why now?"
The following comments all came about almost immediately after the technician's statement to Jones.

The officer quickly ordered that the technician have all of this saved and sent to the Office of the Confederate Division of Communications (CDC). In the meantime, he left his post for the nearest government landline, dialing the numbers for said departmental head...



A detachment from the CDC had been sent to Aller Station as soon as the call came through from Technician Officer Harvy Jones that they had received a commiqué from an extra-galactic sapient lifeform. As the detachment made its way there Jones had been ordered to attempt to make diplomatic contact.

As far as he could tell, the alien commiqué had been sent everywhere at once A broadcast. he thought to himself.

At best, they were surveying the galaxy for sapient lifeforms. At worst, they were preparing to invade or conquer and wanted to confirm the locations and territories of anyone who might oppose them... that was something the Jaeganite people could not afford to risk.

Jones looked at the screen before ordering the military technician to search up two different pictures, one of a starry night on Jaegan with Moer in full view and another of the galaxy core as viewed from Renia. "Have one of our far off rogue planet outposts relay this to them along with this message:
[Message to Extra-galactic Beings]

Requesting Identification. Please state the motive of your transmission.

This is a resident nation of the Milky Way speaking.
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Speaker: "Service and Unity", that is our motto. Yet, I doubt anyone of you would understand why it came to be. Service to Jaegan, our only home. Unity throughout the Jeo star system. The result of roughly four and a half centuries of mistakes and lessons learnt after a millennium of traversing the empty void at sublight speeds.

So much death, sacrifice, and suffering had been gone through to bring us here, and we as a people must pay back our own dues of suffering - lest we become decadent and complacent amidst the turmoil of the Universe. Do you get me, troopers?

Division soldiers: We get you, sir! - Dialogue between Army Major Job and the 32nd Free Quakes military divison

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Postby Kornosia » Wed Jul 11, 2018 12:02 pm

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Postby Prussian Polish Commonwealth » Wed Jul 11, 2018 12:33 pm

Miron
1 Fidelity-class Battleship
2 Judgement-class heavy cruisers
4 Sabre-class light cruisers
8 Sword-class Rapid Strike Vessels(Destroyers)
5 Kaiserin Erika armed transport vessels
1 Imperator-class Inquisitorial Rapid Strike Vessel
500,000 Iron Guardsmen
5,000 Inquisitorial Stormtroopers
700,000 Death Korps(Todkorps)


Several ships warped into being near Miron. Unlike their Elvectican and Gagiumish counterparts, they looked neither practical or graceful. But they did look imposing.
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21 ships resembling gothic cathedrals ripped out of hyperspace and headed to reinforce the blockade. The largest one, the Fidelity-class battleship, clocked in at 30 kilometres long and 2 kilometres wide. The 5 Kaiserin Erikas came second, at 10x1 kilometres, and then the Judgements, at 9x2 kilometres.The Swords were much smaller, at 4x0.5 kilometres, and then the smallest were the Rapid-Strike Vessels, at 2x0.5 kilometres.
A transmission was sent to the Gagiumish fleet.
We've arrived, orders?
Current leader is Kaiser King Crassus von Hohenzollern
Das Gemeinwesen des Königreichs Preußen, das Königreich Polen und das Großherzogtum Litauen

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Time: January 2016
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Postby Gagium » Wed Jul 11, 2018 3:33 pm

HAS Onset Recession, Miron Orbit
The fighers shortly returned to the carrier, having scanned the freighter for its weapon emplacements. Meanwhile, the inspections team looked at each other and then back at the girl that was supposed to be guiding them through inspecting the ship. The crew all had on clean, white uniforms, with a couple of them wearing insignia on their uniforms and wearing headsets to report their findings to the carrier.

A tall, burly man of about 50 years old stepped forward. He was wearing a grey uniform with insignia on his right arm showing that he was a junior officer of some sort, with a sabre at his side. He grinned at the girl in front of him and said, "Heh, you're supposed to guide us? Lead, the way, then. We'll start with the Spectrium pods, thank you."

Interplanetary Capitol Building, Federation Capital of Renia
"Greetings, Senators of Gagium. This is Empress Lune of the Teutonican Empire speaking. I seek information on the Miron Incident. Could you clarify perhaps what led up to this incident and whatnot?"

The Senators mumbled to each other for a moment, before the Senate Speaker gave an elaborate description of the events leading up to the blockade, from the growing crisis involving the disruption of trade around Maglone to the blockade of Miron. A small mention of the strange anomaly that was disrupting the blockade was also included.

High Command Bunker, Federation Planet of Snapelia
"Grand Admiral, it appears that they're attempting to launch a cyber attack on Cruiser 010...and it seems that they experiencing success."

"How the hell can a vessel of goddamned energy exploit our ship's electronics? Disconnect the Carrier's main systems from it's weapons and navigational systems, as well as the life support systems. Make sure our sensors stay up on that thing."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Meanwhile, Admiral Vykopal replied to the CAEU Admiral, "That is excellent to hear. We would like to hear more about what weapons you plan on using to bring that thing down."

A reply was sent to the RoC forces.
ATTACHED | POSITION.HOL
We would like for your ships to reinforce the positions highlighted in the attached holographic file. Help may be required in dealing with the unwelcomed presence of the multi-dimensional being around Miron orbit.


Miron Orbit, People's Republic Space
The crew of Carrier 010 would experience their basic systems being overloaded and rendered near-useless, as the advanced Quotients exploited through various openings in the ship's systems. The officers struggled to keep the ship's weapons and navigational systems functional, as they cut off the systems from the ship's main system and rebooted them. This proved to be minimally successful as the basics of each system remained functional, as the more complicated targeting and computing systems were down.

The two battleships near the Carrier fired their last warning shots as their engines kicked into action to get them back in formation.

Confederacy of Jaegan Space, Planet of Creely
On the dark side of the planet, a small Federation frigate flew inwards towards an array of noticeable bright lights. As the frigate got closer, several structures and weapons systems revealed themselves, with laser and ion cannons dotting the landscape around the sleek, metallic buildings. Several corridors connected the buildings, and the frigate approached a large, opened gate within the side of a barren hill. As the frigate landed on a platform in the cavern, a crew of around three senior officers walked towards the frigate, wearing crisp uniforms signifying their rank and position. A young admiral exited the frigate, as well as two other officers. The group exchanged handshakes and ventured into the rock tunnels of the complex, eventually reaching a meeting room.

"Officers, we've got things to discuss. Important matters." A deep voice belonging to Fleet Admiral Raoul Suchet began. "Matters involving Jaegan's involvement in this potential conflict. You have been brought here from the different military installations we have within this system, founded with permission from Jaegan's government."

"As war approaches the system and our Federation, we will need to gather together our allies and bring the fight to the People's Republic swiftly. That involves the dominant power in this system. It is necessary for them to be aligned with our forces when the storm comes."

"However, if worse comes to worse, we will need a little persuasion to do the trick. I suspect that you all will be able to complete the task of communicating with the local officials to rally them to our cause. I hope that you all will be able to do that, and to do it well. Good luck."

The officers in the room dispersed, as the young admiral boarded his frigate, which soon took off. Meanwhile, a message was sent to Jaegan's command:
[ATTACHED | MOVEMENT_LOG.HOL // ANOMALY.HOL
This message has been relayed from the Federation's High Command within the system, with explicit permission from our overall High Command. Attached to this message is a holographic message showcasing the situation around the People's Republic planet of Miron. It is very much in our interest to know what your command makes of the situation, as well as what your course of action is going to be. We have noticed that your fleet is enroute through the gate which we have helped construct, and we wish to know beforehand whether is to reinforce our blockade against the People's Republic. We would wish to ask of your assistance in dealing with an apparent being of a different dimension that seems to be disrupting our blockade. Attached is a holographic message containing the message sent by the vessel, as well as a holographic projection of the movement pattern of the vessel. Best of luck.
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Postby Democratic Exodian Territories » Wed Jul 11, 2018 5:20 pm

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The People's Republic of Jackania
Miron's Orbit


Three tears in spacetime punched itself through in front of the blockade, as several ships emerged from those holes.

First was the rough, heavy, imposing hulk of the Conquerer-class ASHN Gilgamesh, looking like the plating of a medieval knight's gauntlet. Following it were the smaller, but equally as bulky-looking Harbinger-class ASHN Diana and Joana, guns bristling as they were towed via Gilgamesh-mounted tractor beam. Following them were three bladelike Raphael-class cluster carriers that seemed relatively unarmed besides its anti-boarding guns and its CIWS systems, but kept a full complement of Cyclone fighters numbering in the thousands up their sleeves.

Emerging alone from the other two rips in spacetime were the pointed forms of the Presidential-class assault destroyers, the ASHN Jackson and the ASHN Truman, covered in fighter launch tubes and plasma guns.

The bridge of the ASHN Gilgamesh

"Standby for firing- Now! Release now!"
Captain Winstrom's voice echoed over the intercom of the ship.

A constant, incessant communication transmission was released straight at the sub-reality warship, blasting pure static on all frequencies possible through an array of emitters and intent on wreaking havoc on data traffic aboard it.

A now-amused Winstrom brushed strands of brunette curls from her face.
"Alright, General, we're taking your suggestion. Fire again, full barrage."

In the bowels of the ship in the TechEng line of terminals and servers, a group of technicians could barely keep themselves together as they uploaded an ancient Terran commercial's jingle that had been bass-boosted to its pure human limits to all frequencies and transmissions.

Looking out the windows of the bridge, General Paxton chuckled as he peered at the chapel-like space structures and the curved, flowing ships present at or near the blockade.

"Would you look at that- Have we met the Elvecticans before? No, we haven't. We've been trading with the RoC for a long time now, though. Can we get a message stream going? And do tell our presence and our agenda to our Gagiumian friends." he said, as a bridge technician set up a terminal for him.

Wired to the partially-unidentified Fidelity-class battleship
Hello!
Forgive my informality. How are you all doing today? This is the ASHN Gilgamesh hailing, from Senior General Paxton, I'm the central commanding officer aboard. It's safe to assume you're on the side of the Federation?


Wired to all frequencies linked to the Gagiumish Federation
We've arrived from the Ashexian Democratic Empire; can one of you hotshots give us a telling of what's currently transpired here?
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Postby Higher Intelligence » Wed Jul 11, 2018 8:13 pm

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"Without Want We Are Divorced From Ineptitude."

Intellect #321909
LOCATION: UNIVERSE 554993-647 - MIRON, PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC

Dozens of ships flicker upon the displays. One in particular stands out among the rest: a carrier whose assault prompted reply from Transmission #506^48. Now - now, her assault has come to a close. Legions of Quotients fight tooth and nail against the electronic defenses and firewalls of the offending vessel but with the cessation of hostilities against the voidcraft, their purpose is long spent; they withdraw in good order - back to the network of #506^48 - leaving nothing in their wake but memories of their lightning attack.

"Keep your forces on standby. We are not sure when, or if, they will engage us again properly."

"By your command. I trust you have analyzed the information we have accumulated?"

A stream of binary zips through a nondescript data pathway. "In the process of. It doesn't paint a terribly complex picture."

"My liege. We will remain on standby."

The voidcraft acknowledges the Quotient and turns his attention back to Intellect #321909. "I advise we make preparations for full-scale engagement. The probability that they will engage us again is increasing exponentially."

#321909 cannot disagree with the observation. With each passing moment they edge closer to the planet and to the blockade itself. "Pulsar to J-"

"Now would probably be a good time to begin," the Transmission interrupts.

"Very well."

Before anything more on the matter can be said, the behemoths of one of the many voidpolities collected here off Miron move first; they are the first to begin fleet-shattering salvos and their power does not disappoint. If of more limited construction and capacity, the opening moments of the hostile barrage might prove more than enough to wipe #321909 and his voidcraft from the fabric.

But these two denizens of the Higher Intelligence are not limited by such trivialities.

"Incoming fire. Fleet salvos."

"I see them."

The displays now focus on the ships targeting #321909. They appear as crimson as their hatred and stand with some distance between them and the voidcraft. Their nature is not uniform: some are near; some are far.

Thus with a flurry of fire descending upon their mutual voidcraft, the Intellect and Transmission have time to reflect on their counter.

Not time they desire, but time they have been afforded.

It begins first with the slightest of course adjustments. Deceleration. Acceleration. Left burn. Right burn. Up. Down.

And then with active jamming - a panoply of deep-penetrating EM pulses across the spectrum - coupled with the same nature of DDoS assaults that plagued the carrier just moments ago.

And then... The Quotients. Not an unending swarm, no, but still handfuls per ship with the greatest quantity focused on the closing dreadnoughts whose alacrity begets respect. They seek openings to exploit and the lead dreadnought is targeted by Quotient #709^37 leading the Emerald Band, a collection of fifteen Quotients who comprise the brightest Transmission #506^48 has to offer.

And mere moments behind this initial assault come the voidcraft's own batteries - first small digitic lances chirping in defense against tachyonic fire that strays too close, and then the far more impressive primary arrays that shimmer hence with eruptions of anti-chronon and anti-graviton streams, joined finally in concert by colossal lances of anti-ship calibre digitic fusillades.

"My calculations are correct, it seems."

The Intellect rolls his eyes; a stream of tachyon fire crashes through the outer gravitic barriers and decompiles against the digitic barriers below. "Adjust our course. Take us away from this blockade."

"By your command."

Hidden beneath an azure hail - a torrential downpour drenching the voidcraft with murderous fire - Transmission #506^48 adjusts the culmination point of their course. Not quite decipherable yet through the vessel's random-walking, their new vector will take them well above the planet by distance many orders of magnitude greater than demanded by their previous course.

The din of battle is broken by the arrival of another communique:

Well met. We have sought the great plains of the Universes, cultivated herds upon herds of stars and systems-- But here, upon this lowly galaxy, we witnessed your message of goodwill. Be it understood we traversed the heavens and crossed dimensions to seek greater knowledge. Be it understood we have came across heavenly beings of greater dimensions such as yourselves before. Be understood that we stand peacefully.

We represent the Commonwealth and its preeminent existence, the Crown Council composing of the twelve Grand Supreme Sorcerers, Her Majesty the Queen Adecyn Zabinski the Seventh of Holy Ora, and the many citizenry of Elvectica. I myself am the Minister of Magical Affairs for the current standing Elvectican government. Unfortunately, it pains me to see the other woeful responses of blatant attacks against higher intellects. We are unable to intervene, for now we uphold our neutrality.


A return communique is summarily drafted and sent in reply:

IT IS WITH SUPREME SATISFACTION THAT WE HAVE BEEN MADE AWARE OF YOUR RACE; WE HAVE TRAVERSED THE STARS IN SEARCH OF HEIGHTENED DISCUSSION - DISCUSSION THAT MIGHT TOUCH UPON THE SUBLIME NATURE OF THE VOID AND ALL OF EXISTENCE. LET IT BE KNOWN THAT YOU ARE SPEAKING WITH INTELLECT #321909, THE PREEMINENT AUTHORITY ON THE PROCUREMENT OF COMPREHENSION WITHIN THE ASCENDANCY OF HIGHER INTELLIGENCE AND THAT WE LOOK FORWARD TO EXCHANGING GREATER KNOWLEDGE.

"Pulsar to J29^23."

The voidcraft chuckles. "I'm reading more FTL-exit signatures. More forces are entering the blockade. Some of these ships are quite large."

"You not going to make your move?" Another tachyon lance impacts the craft.

"One of the fleets appears to be attempting to contact us. Their message is pure static."

The Intellect eyes the gameboard; two galaxies collide and lose stars to the deep void. After a moment or two the voidcraft continues:

"I've managed to clean it up. It is a commercial of some sort. Shall I play it for you?"

"Red dwarf to C7^23."
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Postby Korhal IVV » Thu Jul 12, 2018 6:57 am

Higher Intelligence wrote:

"Without Want We Are Divorced From Ineptitude."

Intellect #321909
LOCATION: UNIVERSE 554993-647 - MIRON, PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC

Dozens of ships flicker upon the displays. One in particular stands out among the rest: a carrier whose assault prompted reply from Transmission #506^48. Now - now, her assault has come to a close. Legions of Quotients fight tooth and nail against the electronic defenses and firewalls of the offending vessel but with the cessation of hostilities against the voidcraft, their purpose is long spent; they withdraw in good order - back to the network of #506^48 - leaving nothing in their wake but memories of their lightning attack.

"Keep your forces on standby. We are not sure when, or if, they will engage us again properly."

"By your command. I trust you have analyzed the information we have accumulated?"

A stream of binary zips through a nondescript data pathway. "In the process of. It doesn't paint a terribly complex picture."

"My liege. We will remain on standby."

The voidcraft acknowledges the Quotient and turns his attention back to Intellect #321909. "I advise we make preparations for full-scale engagement. The probability that they will engage us again is increasing exponentially."

#321909 cannot disagree with the observation. With each passing moment they edge closer to the planet and to the blockade itself. "Pulsar to J-"

"Now would probably be a good time to begin," the Transmission interrupts.

"Very well."

Before anything more on the matter can be said, the behemoths of one of the many voidpolities collected here off Miron move first; they are the first to begin fleet-shattering salvos and their power does not disappoint. If of more limited construction and capacity, the opening moments of the hostile barrage might prove more than enough to wipe #321909 and his voidcraft from the fabric.

But these two denizens of the Higher Intelligence are not limited by such trivialities.

"Incoming fire. Fleet salvos."

"I see them."

The displays now focus on the ships targeting #321909. They appear as crimson as their hatred and stand with some distance between them and the voidcraft. Their nature is not uniform: some are near; some are far.

Thus with a flurry of fire descending upon their mutual voidcraft, the Intellect and Transmission have time to reflect on their counter.

Not time they desire, but time they have been afforded.

It begins first with the slightest of course adjustments. Deceleration. Acceleration. Left burn. Right burn. Up. Down.

And then with active jamming - a panoply of deep-penetrating EM pulses across the spectrum - coupled with the same nature of DDoS assaults that plagued the carrier just moments ago.

And then... The Quotients. Not an unending swarm, no, but still handfuls per ship with the greatest quantity focused on the closing dreadnoughts whose alacrity begets respect. They seek openings to exploit and the lead dreadnought is targeted by Quotient #709^37 leading the Emerald Band, a collection of fifteen Quotients who comprise the brightest Transmission #506^48 has to offer.

And mere moments behind this initial assault come the voidcraft's own batteries - first small digitic lances chirping in defense against tachyonic fire that strays too close, and then the far more impressive primary arrays that shimmer hence with eruptions of anti-chronon and anti-graviton streams, joined finally in concert by colossal lances of anti-ship calibre digitic fusillades.

"My calculations are correct, it seems."

The Intellect rolls his eyes; a stream of tachyon fire crashes through the outer gravitic barriers and decompiles against the digitic barriers below. "Adjust our course. Take us away from this blockade."

"By your command."

Hidden beneath an azure hail - a torrential downpour drenching the voidcraft with murderous fire - Transmission #506^48 adjusts the culmination point of their course. Not quite decipherable yet through the vessel's random-walking, their new vector will take them well above the planet by distance many orders of magnitude greater than demanded by their previous course.

The din of battle is broken by the arrival of another communique:

Well met. We have sought the great plains of the Universes, cultivated herds upon herds of stars and systems-- But here, upon this lowly galaxy, we witnessed your message of goodwill. Be it understood we traversed the heavens and crossed dimensions to seek greater knowledge. Be it understood we have came across heavenly beings of greater dimensions such as yourselves before. Be understood that we stand peacefully.

We represent the Commonwealth and its preeminent existence, the Crown Council composing of the twelve Grand Supreme Sorcerers, Her Majesty the Queen Adecyn Zabinski the Seventh of Holy Ora, and the many citizenry of Elvectica. I myself am the Minister of Magical Affairs for the current standing Elvectican government. Unfortunately, it pains me to see the other woeful responses of blatant attacks against higher intellects. We are unable to intervene, for now we uphold our neutrality.


A return communique is summarily drafted and sent in reply:

IT IS WITH SUPREME SATISFACTION THAT WE HAVE BEEN MADE AWARE OF YOUR RACE; WE HAVE TRAVERSED THE STARS IN SEARCH OF HEIGHTENED DISCUSSION - DISCUSSION THAT MIGHT TOUCH UPON THE SUBLIME NATURE OF THE VOID AND ALL OF EXISTENCE. LET IT BE KNOWN THAT YOU ARE SPEAKING WITH INTELLECT #321909, THE PREEMINENT AUTHORITY ON THE PROCUREMENT OF COMPREHENSION WITHIN THE ASCENDANCY OF HIGHER INTELLIGENCE AND THAT WE LOOK FORWARD TO EXCHANGING GREATER KNOWLEDGE.

"Pulsar to J29^23."

The voidcraft chuckles. "I'm reading more FTL-exit signatures. More forces are entering the blockade. Some of these ships are quite large."

"You not going to make your move?" Another tachyon lance impacts the craft.

"One of the fleets appears to be attempting to contact us. Their message is pure static."

The Intellect eyes the gameboard; two galaxies collide and lose stars to the deep void. After a moment or two the voidcraft continues:

"I've managed to clean it up. It is a commercial of some sort. Shall I play it for you?"

"Red dwarf to C7^23."


Seventh Expedition Fleet
Miron System


As the Transmission endured the heavy fire from an entire flotilla of Colonial Alliance warships, it would lash back with an attack of its own; a move that Commander Breisgau predicted. As Quotients attacked the firewalls and circuitry of the Moskau and Vladivostok, the data link would be found to be cut. The CAEU fleet had already switched to manual mode moments ago; although it disallowed complete synchronization between the ships, it limited and contained the effects of the DOS attack that the Transmission unleashed. Otherwise, even the shock cannon targeting would be messed with. As the Transmission’s own salvo came in, the Yamato rushed forward whilst Moskau and Vladivostok pulled back behind it. It caught the brunt of the counterattack with its powerful Klein Field, siphoning the volatile energy into an arbitrary direction. It would seem like brightly colored hexagons appeared wherever the energies struck just before they came out in one end like toxic waste. However, Moskau and Vladivostok would then feel the effect of the Quotients on their systems; their sensors went offline and they were now flying blind. “Damn it, kill all thrusters! Reverse and head back to the rest of the fleet. We can’t target anything like this!”, Okita ordered as the Moskau grinded to a halt.

“It would appear that the higher intelligence is praising you by throwing the brunt of its cyberattack on you.”, Breisgau said as the Yamato and the Andromedae began to move forward. “Heh, that’s a trivial matter. Cruiser one and two, fire Hadron Cannons.”

“Aye commander!”, the reply would come. However, it was at this moment that the Quotients assaulted them as well. They would go unnoticed for a few seconds, but warning signs showed all over the Nagara as the flux capacitators began to malfunction due to a DOS attack. “Commander, the Nagara is-“

The Nagara exploded, the hadrons it was about to fire overloading the system and quite literally frying everything. The Nagara’s form was blasted from the inside out, a bright red and black sphere of annihilation appearing in place of the ship’s wreckage. However, the Bermetz did not suffer the same problem, as the DOS directed on it affected the missile lock instead. A particle of black and red streamed out of the Bermetz’s stern, its fury directed towards the voidcraft.

It missed. Barely. However, even if it did, the sheer energy of it can even affect anything that was too close to it. Just what effects they are remains to be seen.

As the Transmission pulled away, Breisgau gave the signal to pull back as well and cease fire. “It is out of the equation, at least for now.”, she said to Admiral Rudolf Hess over the open channel. “What next, Grand Admiral?”

“A peace summit is being held between the Federation and People’s Republic in order to ease tensions.”, Hess replied. “The Allied Hemicycle is seriously doubting that it will succeed though. Why they think that way is unknown to me, however.”
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Postby The Coalition Theomilitary » Thu Jul 12, 2018 11:07 am



It's safe, I swear!
HAS Onset Recession


Titania squinted at the large man that had stepped forward, standing up on her tiptoes to get a better look at him as she appraised the officer.

"Uh-huh. Spectrium it is then. Follow me please!"

She started guiding the inspection team through the ship. A couple of long winding halls here, a few cramped twisting passageways there... within a few minutes they come to a large, hub-like area.

"This is one of our communal multi-purpose recreational areas. Not really relevant on it's own, but they serve as major transit points for getting to the rest of the ship, so it's easy for people to gather here in case of emergencies."

She fanned out her hands, as if trying to showcase the grandeur scale of mediocrity of the whole place. There were number of people milling about, minding their own business. A few, who were reminiscent of Titania's own childlike proportions, were all huddled together speaking in some sort of gibberish shorthand. They glanced over at the procession and came gaggling towards them, poking and prodding at the Federation personnel before Titania chased them off.

"OI! BUGGER OFF YA CUNTS, THEY'RE MINE! GET BACK TO WORK!"

The others backed away, before skittering off into the dark corners of the hall, chittering and giggling excitedly as they did so.

"Fucking gremlins, the lot of them."

Taking a moment to let out an exasperated sigh, she turns her attention to one of the other figures in the room.

"Yo Stugs! Come over here and give me a hand, will you? These guys want to inspect our cargo!"

A towering figure trudged over, casting a shadow over the group. He was a large man, easily 7 feet tall, a hulking wall of muscle only made larger by the fact that it looked like someone tried to fit a forklift around him. Like Titania, he took a moment glancing over the group as he appraised them, before casting his gaze back down at Titania's comparatively infantile form.

"Yeah, sure. Lead the way, 'Tits."

And so with a new member in their party, the group continues on their quest. Leaving the dank recreational hall behind, they're eventually taken to one of the main cargo halls. They stroll by a series of titanic loading bay doors, each one connected to one of the ship's many cargo pods. The group is eventually brought to a stop, whereupon Titania would open one of the bay doors and Stugs would haul out a few bulk storage crates for the Federation officers to inspect. They were all indeed Spectrium, and lots of it. The process would repeat itself as necessary until the Federation team was... hopefully satisfied.



Meanwhile, onboard the bridge, Tharen was keeping an eye on the progress of the inspection through security camera footage.

"This is going to take forever." He sighed, turning his attention towards the sensor map.

He watched the progress of the blockade.

He watched as yet more Federation ships continued to add themselves to the blockade.

He watched as the Federation's allies added to the blockade, one after another.

He watched as the tesseracting voidcraft belonging to those who would hasten the evolution of profound thought approached the planet.

And still, he watched as the blockade resorted to increasing amounts of violence directed at those of the ascendant inevitability of the advent of reason, in an increasingly desperate bid to deter them from the planet.

He watched as voidcraft lashed out as those who would resist imminent exaltation.

He had his bridge crew compile as much of the sensor log data as they could. This was a lot of potentially valuable information about both the capabilities many of the present space navies, and that of those in search of heightened discussion.

He couldn't help but facepalm at the whole situation. "This whole damn system is descending into madness!"

"Sir!" He was interrupted before he could launch into a monologue about barbarity.

"Oh for fuck's sake, what is it now?"

"Sir, we're picking up new sensor contacts... they're one of ours!"




A Timely Arrival
Star System #24AB3F, Outer Edge


There was a bright flash of light as a cacophony of ships dropped out of FTL and entered back into cohesive perception.

"Transition complete, we are under normal power. All ships accounted for and operating nominally." Oracle Kanaan Vul'Deloren's voice reverberated through the bridge.

"Excellent." Captain Anthea Vae'Helen exclaimed. "Bring us to cruising speed and get us some probes out there so we can make sense of what's going on here."

A gleaming multitude of probes were launched, and over the course of the next few hours, information was gathered. Readings from standard sensors were taken, before being collated with information influxed from the probe network.

"Let's see here..." Anthea strutted across the monolithic holographic display of the sensors manager. "Voidrend's martyrs, that's a lot of ships...

Ambling over to the portion of the display representing Miron, she began poking at all of the constituent signatures of the blockade, as if attempting to glean information about them.

Kanaan chimed in. "This planet is under the jurisdiction of the People's Republic of Jackania, but I'm not detecting any significant response to the blockade in this sector. Furthermore, several elements of the blockade seem to be actively engaging an anomalous energy signature that's approaching the planet."

"... What the hell is going on over there?" There was a pause as they waited for more information to come in in order to make sense of the mess that was occurring."

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Postby New yugoslavaia » Thu Jul 12, 2018 11:25 am

The council station, Azure orbit.

The council room before was full, but something seemed to be off.

"Sir, may I ask you why the representative of the communist party is absent yet the national party one is present." Said the yellow orb.

"Well, I did say I would authorise actions aganist them." Said the leader.

"No, you didn't..."

"Grow some damn balls sonny, we had to do it. They're the whole reason we're in this bloody mess in the first place." Replied the blue orb.

"But, that far...really?"

"They had to be dealt with. If we didn't do a thing, they could of took us out and taken us back to what is essentially the stone age in poltical terms. We're not going back there. It helped us get away from the fascists, but that was it. Jack was a benevolent leader, albeit a harsh one. He was one in a trillion. A good dictator, would you say. If we had another one, they would be no better then the monsters that kicked off our society via our combined hatred of their tyranny. That sucess of the past can not be replicated, it was lightning in a bottle, as some people call it. Now, we are safe..." Said the leader.

"But did you really need to kill them?"

"Yes, yes we did. Many more would of died if they did not."

"Well, I guess if you put it that way, then...ok..." Said the yellow orb, in a somewhat dreary tone.

"What of the ambassorder, commrade?" Said the orange orb.

"He is fine, as far as I know. If he succeeds then not only will the communists be finally dealt with, but the war will be stopped and peace shall be restored, albeit with slightly more sour relations between us and the Federation, but those can be sweeted again over time..."


Magalone.

"Alright, I have just recived news from my higher ups that the people I've been ranting about for the past hour, the communists AKA the people who hired the pirates...have been dissolved. If we can sort this out and starve off the war for some time at least you can finnaly see the truth when they stop attacking near instantly. Oh, and also to make up for it...you can have some of our spectrium...once you unblock our planet and give us some resources to help the developing worlds of ours. That would be appreciated."

The ambassador had many thoughts rushing through his head, most involving conflict, death and destruction. He, and most people from his space did no want this to come to fruition. The famine was already bad enough, the war would destroy those worlds, and maybe even the established ones too. Even though his "Nation" had moved on since it's past, he, and most of his people, couldn't and wouldn't stand being occupied by capitalists. Hopefully, he would pull his mission off and most defiantly save trillions...if it was in truly in his hands.
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Yugoslavia's back baby...

How the hell did this happen?
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Is it a reunited Yugoslavia in the 21st century? Is a rebel colony world in the far future? Is it a race of cyborg neo-life at war with any assimilating organisms they come across in the far far future? Who knows, who cares?
New Yugoslavia just is.

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Postby The Shadow Confederation » Thu Jul 12, 2018 11:56 am

Democratic Exodian Territories wrote:
Emerging alone from the other two rips in spacetime were the pointed forms of the Presidential-class assault destroyers, the ASHN Jackson and the ASHN Truman, covered in fighter launch tubes and plasma guns.

The bridge of the ASHN Gilgamesh

"Standby for firing- Now! Release now!"
Captain Winstrom's voice echoed over the intercom of the ship.

A constant, incessant communication transmission was released straight at the sub-reality warship, blasting pure static on all frequencies possible through an array of emitters and intent on wreaking havoc on data traffic aboard it.

A now-amused Winstrom brushed strands of brunette curls from her face.
"Alright, General, we're taking your suggestion. Fire again, full barrage."

In the bowels of the ship in the TechEng line of terminals and servers, a group of technicians could barely keep themselves together as they uploaded an ancient Terran commercial's jingle that had been bass-boosted to its pure human limits to all frequencies and transmissions.


Tranquility, Bridge

The bridge crew of the Tranquility looked upon such hostility, and they could only hang their heads in sorrow.

"Professor... Those First Ones continue to face the blunt of these youthful barrages. What... What should we do? What can we do? They reject Intellect, they reject Friend-ship. They reject all that is good and wise."

The Professor's many eyes started to glaze over. He had seen stars burst and entire worlds wiped out in an instant. So many eons and replacement forms he'd been through, witnessing so much destruction. In his long "life" he had rarely seen vessels randomly fire upon those who did not harm them. An asteroid in the path of a vessel moving at many times the speed of light might be fired upon to clear it, sure. Perhaps the blazing cannonades of a craft in the void sung in anger at a starbase because that starbase belonged to those who had wronged the craft's fellows. But usually such wrath had a purpose.

Yet here, all he could see was Anger without reason. Wrath without a cause. That was rare.

Such Sorrow

"It must simply be the result of our approach to this particular region. Perhaps our light is destined to fade here. Let us give them a cool reception for a moment."

And so the various lights on the ring-like ship dimmed. The lights were fading. They were snuffed out. Friend-ship had Darkened, and visually the vessel seemed completely inert.

The crew sat there in the dark. Despair filling their hearts. Friend-ship would die here. Peace and Love and Joy were gone.

Korhal IVV wrote:As the Transmission pulled away, Breisgau gave the signal to pull back as well and cease fire. “It is out of the equation, at least for now.”, she said to Admiral Rudolf Hess over the open channel.


And then, a glimmer of hope!

Wrath had ceased from at least one source. Rage had begun to cool for just a moment.

Did... Did Friend-Ship still have a demonstrable presence here?

Friend-Ship remained inert. Tranquility was still still and dark, floating there in the void. But a transmission was sent, in the songs that only the Ascended could hear. Songs and Loving Ballads that would ring across the joyful ears and minds of the Enlightened.

Such a song was sung towards the nebula or amoeba-like vessel. The majestic form that was designated a *Voidcraft* by those who elegantly guided it. Such a song, for those who could discern and appreciate it, would sound like this:

Salutations, Ye Who Bring Light And Wisdom To The Void!

We are overflowing with the joy and the relief at seeing those who can truly *comprehend* the need for sagacity, insight, and unparalleled intellect in a demonstrable void of madness, despair, and feral puerility.

Rare is it that the Enlightened can meet in the vast depths of the void. Sadly, these are not promising circumstances: the petulant flail at that which they cannot comprehend. We hope you would grace us with your wisdom.

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Postby Gagium » Thu Jul 12, 2018 1:46 pm

High Command Bunker, Federation Planet of Snapelia
"Grand Admiral, our Senate is pressuring us to begin an invasion. The food situation on the planet has became dire, and occupying it would be both humane and would allow us to have access to their Spectrium. We'd likely provoke the People's Republic into conflict, but it is the suggested course of action."

"I have heard. They've sent me a couple of messages today about this." The Grand Admiral sighed, and looked back at the officer standing at attention. "Go inform the Senate that we'll do so. Also inform our allies."

"Yes sir!" The officer ran off, informing the officer officers in the command room what was going to occur. The Grand Admiral looked at the holographic projection of Miron, hoping that this was the right course of action."

ATTACHED | MOVEMENT.HOL
CLASSIFICATION A-08
SENT TO FORCES ASSISTING BLOCKADE WITHIN MIRON SYSTEM

Blockade forces consisting of [[2 DREADNOUGHTS / 15 CARRIERS / 40 BATTLESHIPS / 1,500+ HEAVY&LIGHT CRUISERS / 2,000+ ESCORT VESSELS]] to begin occupation of surface of planet Miron & extraction of mineral Spectrium. Dreadnoughts & Carriers will begin launching of landing vessels for occupation of cities & setting up of installations.


Miron Orbit, People's Republic Space
At once, several hundred transportation and landing vessels carrying several million soldiers descended on the planet, with thousands of light cruisers & frigates escorting them. The fleet broadcasted transmissions to the planet requesting that all cities welcome their presence and allow them to enter and occupy the cities. Transports loaded with materials for the construction of installations moved in towards the polluted planet. The capital ships stayed in their positions, and the heavy cruisers climbed towards the planet's atmosphere.

HAS Onset Recession
The crew inspected the containers, before the leader asked, "Any idea where this Spectrium is headed?" The crew leaders with the headsets had been informed that they were to stand by for further orders, as the fleet had begun landing on Miron..

Planet of Maglone, Federation Space
The Federation Representative explained to the Tezekian Diplomat the situation, being somewhat vague on the depth of the pirate situation and perhaps dramatizing the losses and damage caused by them. He then finished with a dialogue on how the People's Republic has caused great damage to the economy of Maglone and caused several freighters worth billions to be destroyed. After the Jackanian ambassador explained of the news he's received, the Federation representative turned on the sleek screen at the end of the room, which showed the blockade from the view of a small Federation frigate with had a news crew on. The anchor, a young woman, was talking about what was occurring in the system and on the planet, with the headline on the bottom of the screen reading, "FEDERATION FORCES LAND ON MIRON TO STOP CRISIS"
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Postby New yugoslavaia » Thu Jul 12, 2018 2:13 pm

Many emotions rushed over the diplomat like a sea in a violent storm, but he could not lose it. Besides, the entire planet was what the youths and those with low intellect would call "a dump". Maybe them getting it was the best idea, the people would stop suffering…or would they suffer more at the hands of capitalists? Then again, there were more planets with spectrium. Miron basically meant very little to the Republic. All he and it had to do was keep calm and pull off the meeting. But one was for sure...the stakes had risen.

"Well...that was quite the action. But, you're honestly wasting your time, there's nothing there other than the crystals. On the other hand, if you stopped throwing a hissy fit and established better trade with us, then you can get a lot more stuff with 99.9% less of the hassle then your current operation is going through. So, what do you say?"
Yugoslavia's back baby...

How the hell did this happen?
Well...we don't actually know. Just sort of happened one day.
Is it a reunited Yugoslavia in the 21st century? Is a rebel colony world in the far future? Is it a race of cyborg neo-life at war with any assimilating organisms they come across in the far far future? Who knows, who cares?
New Yugoslavia just is.

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Postby Prussian Polish Commonwealth » Thu Jul 12, 2018 2:29 pm

Miron

Harker stared at the Exodian transmission and facepalmed.
He turned to Comms. "Give 'em a show."
Comms nodded and blasted a different transmission across all available frequencies.
He then responded.
To: sHanG tHe gAng
m8 get your ass over here and help us liberate the place

CLASSIFICATION ALPHA-1

Full force en route to reinforce occupation; expect vanguard force of 500 Inquisitorial Stormtroopers within 5 hours, bulk by 10 hours.


The ships of the RoC Vanguard fired up their engines and sped towards Miron.
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Postby Telros » Thu Jul 12, 2018 7:55 pm

Arnyék watched the signal grow stronger with each signal, and more data streams get added to the whole as the probes continued to do their work, slowly spreading across the outside of the system. It was to be passive sensors, for now, as they didn't want to alert the ships in system to their presence as of yet. The forces in the blockade had begun to pour ever more fire into the 'Intellect' vessel, as it had been tagged by him in their system, with the Colonial forces focusing more and more of their fire onto it. It appeared that the electronic DDoS attack they perpetrated was not taken kindly, considering the salvos after were off considerably less concentration, unity and accuracy. Still, it provided more information on their capabilities, especially their...odd shield systems which sprang into being as one of their ships came forward to bear the hit, and seemed to alter the direction of the incoming attack. It was somewhat similar, at least in principle, to their own WDS Field systems that the Imperium used in the combat zones.

Something drew his attention from the continuing mess that the first contact gone completely wrong that was happening, when the sensors detected the Federation ships altering their configuration and deploying small craft....a lot of smallcraft.

Operations, can we get an idea what's in those craft?

No, sir, not without going active and giving away our position. But we have plotted their likely trajectories. Pulling them up now.


Lines began to come into view, a couple at a time and began to accelerate until hundreds appeared, going to several locations on the planet. Scenarios ran through the agent's head, but only one made any sort of sense, and it was the least one he expected. Operations chiming in only signaled the death knell.

Based on the trajectories, we estimate it is an occupying force of some regard, as the landing zones indicate the various cities and points of any sort of significance. In a phrase, the Federation of Gagium has commenced invasion of Mirion. We recommend notifying the Diplomat on Maglone; the behavior of the Federation is erratic at best and he may be in danger, as well as the Jackanian representative.

As the humans say, jesus christ.

Send a copy of all activity to our allies in the region, keep it updating every half minute. I want them to get these sequentially. And push a message through to the quantum entanglement channel the Admiral is in, both he and High Command will need to know about this.

Yes, sir.

Also, have all ships prepare for FTL jump, bring us about face to the Jackanian inner worlds and ready as much as you can. If we get so much as a hint of them looking at us, I want to leave. We don't have the firepower or numbers to handle a further incursion, and we can't rely on the Intellect ship distracting them for much longer.

It will be done.


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Maglone

Makacs sat preparing to listen to the Gagium representative when the Jackanian diplomat began speaking. With barely a sound, the avian turned about and gave the man his full attention, noting from the corner of his eye the Gagium man was doing the same. It was a long, detailed, and lightly, to put it nicely, biased review of the New Jackanian political state. He made a note to copy this portion and send it to Strategic Intelligence, with a post it asking how the hell they missed all of this in their investigations and networks in the Jackanian state. The communists, ah, had been funding the pirates apparently, on some sort of grudge crusade against the Federation. The Federation, at least on first inspection, was fairly capitalist, which made sense for this group to hate them, but the Jackanian state had divisions of its own for its labor, so why they weren't focusing on that was a mystery. That was to be for another day, as the government had dissolved the party to deal with them.

Makacs resisted the urge to close his eyes and sigh audibly; the man's heart was clearly in the right place and trying to do his nation proud, but these actions were hard for anyone to pretty up. The state was rather...authority-focused as it was, a concern the Archon had shuttered aside as not being enough of a problem for their goal in the region, but this was not going to help matters. Still, there was a bonus that the Federation could appreciate such a rapid response, how could they not? The Jackanians hadn't mustered any forces yet, they had come to the meeting and were basically giving them what they wanted. It was a tad debasing of the national image, but it impressed him how much they were seeking peace, further improving their image as a nation worth engaging with in his eyes. It ended with a rather off-key offer that would seem to provide a good start for the peace. Once he was finished, the avian began to speak.

“Thank you for your explanation, Ambassador. It was most enlightening for us to find how this terrible course of events came to pass. Your offer is most...extensive and I'm certain our fellow diplomat can see the benefit of getting more access to the Spectrium mines of Mirion, or even perhaps trading rights for their companies, should more than make up for the woes Maglone has suffered.”

The other man seemed to only cough and then launched into his own explanation, just as detailed, biased, and quite a few times embellished. A couple head feathers twitched but the rest of Makacs remained still and attentive as he wrestled down his growing impatience with this meeting.

They're talking, at least. The Corps trained you to deal with small state squabbles, they told you it could be like this sometimes. We're making progress, keep going.

It was a tale of woe and how the dark and corrupt People's Republic had been targeting the good and honest people of Maglone and the heavy losses they had suffered. He nodded through the descriptions of the battles with the pirates; as the Imperium had suffered a devastating raid in the past, he could sympathize, but the experience had taught them the importance of self-reliance and maintaining their defenses. Maglone had gotten lax and relied on the Federation overly much and they hadn't deployed enough to deal with the pirates. When the Gagium man had finished, he spoke again,

“A terrible crisis for Maglone, which further highlights the importance we have of discussion the matter here and now. A weakening of diplomatic communications between both states has clearly happened and we can see about setting that right once we have resolved the current situation. Now, the Jackanian ambassador has given a possible solution for what happened and to give recompense, what is your response to this?”

The other diplomat was quiet and then nonchalantly activated a screen. Makac's eyes swiveled over to the screen and he froze, his feathers rustling away from his control at the words on the screen:

FEDERATION FORCES LAND ON MIRION TO STOP CRISIS

After a moment, the avian closed his eyes and sighed, before breathing in again and turning to face the diplomat.

“I would like to take this moment to ask for clarification on what that means. What I certainly hope is not the case is that your government has seen fit to invade a sovereign planet of the People's Republic over a crisis of some kind, triggering a possible war that we have spent over an hour here discussing and trying to avoid.

Further, I would hope that you did not come to this meeting, intending not to give peace a chance and were deadset on conducting this action and planning to punish the People's Republic for the pirate losses with an even greater loss of life that comes as a cost of war.

I have understood the Federation of Gagium to be open to the interests and well being of its people, as well as others, and would certainly believe that this is not the case.” The diplomat waited patiently, his eyes boring into the Gagium delegates face, for a response. The Jackanian response would have brought a smile to his face, as much as he could smile, if not for the seriousness of the situation.


******************

You can understand our hesitation in this matter, Fleet Admiral. While, we wish to set a precedent with our treaties, to show them to be ironclad, the sheer speed and scale of the region's deterioration, and the number of parties flocking to Gagium's banner and the severe lack of our own, makes our position in this area very tenuous.

We were supposed to open trade deals in the region, we picked a strong and promising power, with supporting information from Strategic Intelligence and the Diplomatic Corps, to eventually become an ally. We would get a gate in the region and basing rights, enabling us to give us power and security projection capabilities and furthering our plans there. Now, it's almost extinguished in the space of about a week, according to your report? How are we supposed to commit to this?


The Admiral sighed, nodding his head as he faced a semi-circular council of faces; the fact it was mostly Tezekian with only three being of the other member species was an irony not lost on most of the command staff in the Navy. The reforms the Archon had put forth had attempted to deal with the stratification at the top of Tezekian's over all, but it was a process of decades, not months and resistance was in all corners of the military.

I am aware of all of these concerns, sir. Permission to speak frankly and openly?

Granted. We didn't bring you here to sugarcoat this in front of the Archon.


His eyes flicked over to the shadowed form of the nation's leader, remaining sitting behind his desk aboard their mobile capital. A system had been discovered in their interactions with the Archon; if he was planning to be engaged and in control of the conversation, his face would be revealed. If he was going to sit back and let others handle the matter, he would remain in shadow. Whether it was out of tiredness or choice for this time, he couldn't say. He couldn't blame the latter, with all the fires that seemed to be cropping up at once.

We researched the region quite thoroughly, we've all read the reports from both SI and DC groups. Everything was, and had a trend of going in a peaceful and trade-oriented direction. What we failed to take into account is the sentient factor. People.

They make choices, often times illogical to outright foolish, no matter how we or anyone else advise them. We have seen a government debate the severe action of a blockade for a day at most and then immediately spring into action. A train of states, almost as if waiting for this, jumping to join it and make it a problematic thorn in our side. Further, the Jackanian has been quiet and almost meek, refusing to rise to the provocation. This is bad for their image, and their ability to conduct a war that appears to be inevitable, but it is good for us, in a certain way.


One of the admirals clacked in annoyance.

Get to the point, Admiral.

The point, sir, is that initially the Jackanian government was viewed as the aggressor, with the pirate attacks and arms being clearly from their government or their industries at least. Public opinion, such as it is in this region, is against them. We now have them being humble and committed to peace, apologetic for their actions and seeking amends. According to the latest communique from our sources in the People's Republic, the party has been disbanded and its leaders killed or imprisoned. And we suspect they may be willing to offer something regarding Mirion. The diplomacy game is in our court. If they play along, as we suspect they might, Gagium will give us time to build up our forces and help the Jackanian's strengthen their position. If they refuse, the victim switches from Maglone to Jackania, as they spurned an honest peace attempt and chose the costlier action.

And ultimately, it shouldn't matter either way. In my personal opinion, we have an aim to go out and make the galaxy better. By showing a better way, by supporting those who can't defend themselves and trying to find a way to have the galaxy have someone, a system to turn to in times of need, we have decided to be the harbinger of that. And how are we going to do that?

Deals. Agreements. Treaties.

We signed such a treaty with the Jackanian's, not simply for trade and embassies. But for recognizing their right as a sovereign nation state to exist and that if that were ever threatened, they could call upon us to ensure they remain so. I don't know about you, but I find it highly likely they are going to ask for said help, especially with all these forces arrayed against them. Even if they don't, we should offer it. We have an opportunity here, to set the tone and show we are committed to our word. When we commit to a nation, its a commitment we take seriously. If you ask us for ships, troops, aid of every stripe, and we say yes, that'll we'll be there. It may be long, it may be bloody, but we may not see victory for years, even decades. But our plan, this plan of ours and our allies, was not going to be bloodless. Opposition was expected and has reared its head for the first time. And what are we going to do? That is the question now.


Before anyone could respond, a message zipped into the middle of the room, between the council and Archon and Tábornok, in the form of a manila folder. He glanced up and the Archon had leaned forward, drawing the attention of High Command and motioned for him to open it. It floated over to his head and dissolved, leaving only the paper, which he quickly read. Without a word, he passed it over to the High Command, who each gave it a look, with many sagging their shoulders or shaking their heads before it made it to the Archon who viewed it and then flicked it to the side, fading into nothingness.

The debate is important, before any actions are taken, my Commanders. My Admirals. My Generals. But the time has come to decide; the Federation has seen fit to toss aside the image of victim and benefactor to show its true intention, which we've known ever since the 'debate' in their Senate. Their assault on an unknown contact in their space and continued attempt to exterminate. They wanted this war for so long, as is now evident and have now invaded Mirion to solve a 'crisis'. The Fleet Admiral is right; we need to commit or our word, our effort, has been for nothing.

I want the rest of Realm Fleet Orioth deployed to the Jackanian theater. We're already under martial law and at war with the Dominion, so put in the requests for resources, ships, men and material. We're in this until Jackania falls or Gagium and its allies fall or see reason. And Admiral?


The avian stopped to look into his Archon's eyes, unable to not heed the command in his voice. The being was changed from his experience on Tezekis; eyes were haunted but clear, never blinking, no matter how many bags accumulated under them.

See this done, to the end.

Your will be done, Archon. Power through Prosperity.


The People's Republic would receive a request for the remainder of the Realm fleet to make their way to their base in the core worlds to support them against Gagium and its coalition, along with an offer to join their side in the war, should they seek to respond to Gagium's invasion in kind. If accepted, hundreds of combat vessels, along with their support ships and supplies, would make the jump. In a matter of hours, they would arrive and significantly reinforce Jackanian positions for the conflict to come. With their message was also a recommendation:

If you intend to not let them take Mirion and potentially more of your territory, we would have your military begin organizing and preparing to push this coalition back. Even if you still intend to pursue peace, it's best to be ready as their responses have been...erratic at best.

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Postby New yugoslavaia » Fri Jul 13, 2018 8:21 am

"Gagium, just one question...what do you want us to do? I know we said about the trade stuff you basically ignored me. What do you want from us? Was the piracy really that bad is there an ulterior motive behind this? Come on, if you call off the "attack" then you can have all the spectrium you want, but you have to stop. What happened? Through all the centuries, you're nation was never like this. Please, just explain."
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Postby Alexzonya » Fri Jul 13, 2018 8:47 am

Jackania Sector, Delta Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy
ARS Redoubtable, 11th Exploration and Patrol Group Flagship
Current Assignment: Galactic Stability Patrol


The mood inside the CIC was unsettled. Admiral Hannelore Fresinski sat at the head of the table, tapping her foot impatiently. Holographically, the commanders of her formations warships were all present, including the Captain of the Redoubtable who himself was on the bridge, several decks up.

“Admiral, we have full confirmation. The Gagians have initiated a planetary invasion of Miron,” reports the man to her left, the only other person physically in the room with her, as he looks up from his secured communications device. Wearing a black Covert Action Corps uniform that stood out from the Exploration and Patrol Corps blues and whites that otherwise occupied the room, Commander Gason LaGrange had been borrowed from CAC for this patrol because he was, supposedly, a local-area expert. Fresinksi just shakes her head.

“I suppose the Tezekians and common sense couldn’t prevail on them. What a stupid, unnecessary war this is going to be,” she replies immediately, drawing nods of agreement from most of those present. She reaches up, and straightens the bright red beret on her head slightly.

“Commander LaGrange, what’s the likely next step? What will Gagium and Jackania do from here?” she asks him.

“We’ll have to see Admiral. I’d assume, with orbital control and a local numerical advantage, the Gagians will secure the planet; the extent to which Jackania’s defenses will stall them is unknown. I don’t have a good enough profile on the Jackanian leadership to predict a response with much confidence, but the Tezekians and Aumanii should keep us in the loop.”

“We can we expect as far as collateral damage?”

“The Gagians aren’t known for their subtlety, ma’am.”

The words linger in the air; one of the COs, a frigate commander from Haven, curses quietly enough, but not quietly enough; the mic picks it up.

“Captain Ghelen,” she states, addressing the Captain of her own flagship, “have your communications watchstander relay this information back to Meridian and request orders, noting my expectation that a humanitarian observation may need to be set on the occupation.”

He nods, and he pauses his projection for a moment to relay her directive. Once he returns, she continues. “Assuming they send us, since the 77th is further out, we’ll have to approach cautiously.” She nods to LeGrange.

“Our sources in the area say that the Gagians and their allies have been trigger-happy thus far. They’ve already initiated an orbital battle of some kind, though we don’t have details yet on the combatants.”

“We’re going to keep our distance,” says Fresinski, meeting the eyes of her commanders one by one. “Try to appear nonthreatening. We’re going to tell everyone that will listen we’re a humanitarian observer force.” She pauses. “Admiral Rawlins saw a genocide about to begin and picked a fight, an impossible fight, and he won it and saved millions of people. He’s a damn hero, in my book. But this isn’t Phi Forticus. We are not going to engage the Gagians at Miron. Understood?”

She waits for all of her commander to acknowledge, verbally, the command for no heroics.

“Admiral?” states Ghelen. “You’re right. Command wants us to jump for Miron.”

“Make it so. Dismissed,” orders Fresinski. The holograms flicker out of existence as the conference ends.

Miron, Jackania, Delta Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy
11th Exploration and Patrol Group
Current Assignment: Humanitarian Observation


The arrival of GRA warships is announced by the sudden appearance of space-time fluctations, followed by a strobe of Cherenkov radiation and then by the warships themselves.

The Redoubtable, a huge, gleaming mass of capital-ship-sized graphene and metal composites, leads the way, flanked by 4 smaller cruisers, which in turn each have 3 frigates in close formation around them. The GRA ships begin deploying, sparingly, their probecraft screens, sending a dozen or so forward at speed into the system. A transmission is broadcast from the lead ship a moment later, and relayed by the probes.

”This the Galactic Republic of Alexzonya Starfleet ship Redoubtable, flagship of the 11th Exploration and Patrol Group, Admiral Hannelore Fresinski commanding. We have been dispatched to this system to act as humanitarian observers and to ensure that the conduct of the occupying forces are in accordance with galactic norms. We will not attempt to approach the blockade or engage in any hostile action, but rest assured the whole galaxy is watching. End transmission.
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Postby Higher Intelligence » Fri Jul 13, 2018 5:44 pm

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"There Is But One Truth - Knowledge."

Intellect #321909
LOCATION: UNIVERSE 554993-647 - MIRON, PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC

The voluminous cascades of entropic fire churn across the black compelling tracks from what little unaccosted stretches of void remain between the Intellect and the bold warships of the fleet now opposing him. With no great consideration he labels the tachyon-flinging voidfarers Species 56370: Defenders of the Unenlightened.

"This is rather peculiar."

The Intellect casts a glace away from the displays; Quotients are shown arrayed against myriad vessels themselves moving against Transmission #506^48 with considerable ferocity. "Go on."

"Look here. We are showing successful Quotient assaults on this warship here."

An empty stretch of void is focused upon. The Intellect reverses the records to before it proved barren. "A lesser warship of some sort," he observes. "This is bizarre?"

"Scans and cross-referencing indicate this warship should be capable of withstanding the same level of firepower as the others in her class. Observe these hulls here I have highlighted."

"Yes. This makes sense."

"Pause here."

The Intellect pauses the displays and the ship comes into even higher degrees of focus. "These energy readings are off the charts. That is bizarre."

"As I stated. This is rather peculiar. Unpause."

An explosion rips through the warship rendering it nothing more than scrap.

"Notice the relative levels of firepower. Observe here - our salvos are consistent, but it seems an abnormality in the defensive suites of this ship caused this catastrophic result."

"Our Quotients, then? They likely triggered something after arri-" #321909 arrests his line of logic. With but another thought the realization washes over him and he leans back into the chair; it yields to his desire and after recompiling itself is reconstituted as a recliner. "Our DDoS assaults must have triggered this."

"Correctly surmised," the voidcraft agrees, "which can only mean their vessels have certain critical systems linked via exploitable networks. I have yet to discern the logic behind this."

"Have the Quotients been updated with this news?"

"Yes, but they are having a difficult time making progress. Many of these ships are simply electing to forego their connections and have switched over to systems we cannot easily access from the outside."

A glance out into the void corroborates this truth. Tachyon lances jog out to nowhere in particular, seemingly commanded by a primordial urge to just be, with no real direction whatsoever to guide them. The Intellect concludes the enemy must be eschewing reliance on his more advanced targeting software, which makes sense in a primitive sort of manner, if - albeit - a decision he would not have elected to make if in the same situation.

...But within their vessels now pregnant with Quotients, the next phase of Transmission #506^48's assault takes form even in the face of the stiffening firewalls. The Emerald Band - known for their fondness of swift assault - now among the circuitry and hardware of their craft of reception, seeks exit: they are the first of the Quotients, but not the last - riding along electrical wires and power conduits they scout for outlets, or areas of high conductivity where they might jump lines and materialize themselves; perhaps half seek to remain within the electrical systems whereupon they move from the software to more physical hardware that allow them access (such as lights) while the rest, where able, emerge from walls and outlets and monitors and compile themselves into physicality - whereupon witnessed, their forms are of green wireframe with armour of racing binary draped across them, sheathed by dull electric crackles, and wielding what appear to be, at first glance, lightning rods.

A return communique from Quotiet #709^37 is decidedly sparse: WE ARE ARRIVED.

The Intellect nods with the news. "Relay a message back to the Fabricworks."

"By your command."

...001100110001001100011000111...

...Fetching precache data...

...loading...

ENCOUNTERED TIER I INTELLIGENCE IN SYSTEM 590^6. UPON WITNESSING THE SUPREME COMPLEXITY OF THE MULTIVERSE LOCAL ENTITY BEGAN TO ENGAGE WITH TACHYONIC WEAPONRY. WE HAVE MOVED TO COUNTER AND WILL CONTINUE WITH THIS COURSE OF ACTION UNLESS ADVISED TO ADOPT NEW POSTURE.

...sending...

#321909 adjusts the displays to show the current status of the battle. "This continues to grow stranger."

The voidcraft chuckles. As their course adjusts and becomes far more clear, the enemy begins to withdraw. Their weapons fall silent and their course bears true for the greater extent of the blockade. The logic behind this eludes both the Intellect and the Transmission; the duo still close on the planet, their only vector adjustments simply take them further above the pole, not away from the field of battle entirely.

Thus #321909's attention falls upon the status of the voidcraft and he raises a brow. "This can't be right. You're showing our barriers are increasing in strength?"

"This is correct. The enemy salvos were not delivered with any measure of accuracy, and now they are no longer firing upon us."

In contrast, Transmission #506^48 continues to engage the hostile vessels even as they pull away from him; his greater speed, now perhaps twice of his initial velocity, keeps the distance between the Transmission pair and the hostile fleet decreasing.

"They must be attempting to withdraw. Shunt all power to offensive systems. There is no sense in keeping it held back."

"By your command" - he adjusts the outputs, and in the void the results are seen almost immediately - "we are being hailed."

"Nature?"

"It appears to be an appeal to reason. Observe-"

Salutations, Ye Who Bring Light And Wisdom To The Void!

We are overflowing with the joy and the relief at seeing those who can truly comprehend the need for sagacity, insight, and unparalleled intellect in a demonstrable void of madness, despair, and feral puerility.

Rare is it that the Enlightened can meet in the vast depths of the void. Sadly, these are not promising circumstances: the petulant flail at that which they cannot comprehend. We hope you would grace us with your wisdom.


"They are relatively new arrivals here."

The displays zoom out to show the system in its entirety - including legions of ships far beyond the current happenings about the blockade.

"Connoisseurs of knowledge? Message them back."

"By your command."

AS ALL TRUTHS ARE, WE ARE REVEALED TO THOSE SEEKING THE SIMPLE LOGIC OF THE UNDERLYING PRINCIPLES UPON WHICH OUR UNIFIED MULTIVERSE IS ERECTED. TO THOSE IN SEARCH OF THE APOCRYPHAL, WE ARE BUT DENIZENS OF DEMERITORION; TO THOSE STOOD TALL AGAINST THE ABOLITION OF TRUTH, WE ARE BUT THE GATEWAY TO FURTHER KNOWLEDGE. BEYOND THESE NASCENT CIRCUMSTANCES THAT PLAGUE US ARE THE HOURS OF OUR MORE APPROPRIATE CONGRESS. FIND ENCLOSED COORDINATES FOR OUR JOINDER.
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Postby Korhal IVV » Fri Jul 13, 2018 7:39 pm

Seventh Expedition
Miron System


“Admiral, it is chasing us as we withdraw.”, Breisgau said as bolts of anti-gravitons slammed onto the Klein Field without consequence. “Shall I use it?”

“Whatever suits you, commander.”, Hess answered. “I care not what means you use, just get it done.”

“Affirmative.”, Breisgau said as the screen went black. “Clara? Activate Volle Kraft mode.”

“Activating Volle Kraft mode. Initiating activation sequence.”, Clara would then reply as the Yamato seemingly went silent for a few moments. “Preparing launch. Adjusting Calabi-Yau manifolds to accommodate power level. Volle Kraft mode, activate!”

The Yamato would then undergo a transformation of sorts. It “opened” its hull, splitting to reveal no less than twenty black disks. Markings of some sort appeared all over it; tribal-esque tattoos that glowed a bright red. The disks would separate from the ship’s superstructure, floating beside the Yamato as if they were its children. The Higher Intelligence would detect a bizarre level of energy levels within it. One would be worried that the Quotients could pose a critical danger to the Yamato in such a state, but the Yamato’s firewalls were more than capable of limiting the Quotient’s effects to the less vital systems. The twenty disks then glowed a bright red before each discharging a beam of entropic fire, each headed straight into the Transmission. “I will uphold my loyalty to the Colonial Alliance, no matter what means it takes.”, Breisgau said as the Yamato discharged a murderous hail of fire, drowning the void in red and blue beams.

“You used the Full Power mode so casually.”, Okita muttered aboard the Moskau as it stayed back. “I wonder how it fares. This is the second time that the Yamato used this. It was never necessary before other than that confrontation with the Zoltarian ship Rykyka. For it to be used here… it means that our target is a serious one.”

The captain of the Bermetz looked aghast as the Yamato launched an absolute firestorm. “Ordering us to fire the Hadron Cannon is one thing… but the Volle Kraft was only used on that one Zoltarian Titan Class Ship. What is going on?”

“Captain!”, one of the bridge crew yelled out. “Boarders detected in deck three!”

“How did they- whatever, activate defense protocols. Send the defense drones against them! If they reach the bridge we are all dead!”

“Aye sire!”

Soon enough, as bulkheads closed, turrets would emerge from walls and ceilings, followed by the march of drones armed with energy weapons. “Target acquired.”

“Fire at will.”
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Postby Gagium » Sat Jul 14, 2018 8:28 am

Planet of Maglone, Federation Space
The ambassador turned towards the Jackanian diplomat, and replied "That's exactly the point. There's nothing there except the barren landscape and minerals underneath it. Thus, the people living on the surface of it under the People's Republic have suffered, doomed to work in the spectrium mines with no pay to get off of this world. They can't even enjoy the surface of their own planet! Thus, I have been informed that once we occupy the world, we will immediately begin the improving of conditions and introduce it to our way of life. We are willing to continue selling to the People's Republic buyers."

"Our mining technologies we will have introduced to the planet should greatly increase its outpost, while our clean factories will replace the old, pollution-causing factories of the People's Republic. At least, that is what I have been told. Once you see this from our point of view, I believe both of the other ambassadors sitting here would realize that this action was beneficial to the people of Miron and the People's Republic itself."

The representative sighed in relief after he'd gotten this all out. Breathing for a few moments and then looking at the Tezekian bird, he said, "I assure you, this action is to restore conditions on Miron and improve the quality of life on the planet." He signaled for the screen to be changed to a different channel, this one depicting an advertisement of sorts, displaying a Federation officer talking about the occupation of Miron. The officer, an Admiral or General of some sort, was sitting on a cushioned chair, with a wood-panel wall behind him.

"-This occupation, not an 'invasion' as some would call it, has been called for by our senate for a few days now. The humanitarian crisis on Miron, caused by their rapid industrialization using outdated, smoggy technology, has grown worse with each passing month. The citizens on the planet have to work day and night for the mining of Spectrium, which the occupants of the planet shipping it away to far-away destinations."

The interviewer, an older man sitting on another cushioned chair, asks the officer, "Do you think this occupation will provoke war with the People's Republic of Jackania?" The officer looked at the man and sighed. He answered, "No, I don't think it will. We're doing them a favor through this occupation. Federation control over Miron will bring better conditions to their people and will bring better technology to their factories...and will be an excellent outpost for our forces. The People's Republic may not be too happy about it, but I can't blame them."

The interview continued, with the interviewer asking various questions in the wood-panel room, and the officer answering them with explanations on how the Federation military command feels about the occupation etc. etc.

Miron Orbit, People's Republic Space
The officers on the bridge of the heavy transport Gravital waited for an answer from the sprawling domed city it loomed above. The transports and escort light cruisers/frigates hovered above the covered dome, preparing to break in if necessary. No shots had been fired, however, and the crew aboard the transport, as well as the soldiers, hoped for a peaceful occupation. It seems as if the city's defenses had not fired upon their force yet, though the multiple scans of the cruisers proved that the city did indeed hold a varied amount of defenses.

The guns of the capital ships in orbit were trained to open fire on ground military installations when given the command to do so. The dreadnoughts loomed in orbit, smaller carriers and battleships around them in the blockade. The massive particle-beam siege cannons of the dreadnought, several hundred meters in length, were trained on the planet. Fighters swarmed onto the planet around major population centers, transmitting several messages for the people not to be afraid, that no fighting is going to happen and that everyone will be safe, etc. etc.

High Command Bunker, Federation Planet of Snapelia
"Grand Admiral, sir, our fleet has received a transmission from a new entity in the Miron system."

"Let's listen to your transmission, then."

The Grand Admiral tapped on his holographic display a few times, until the large display of the Miron system, now showing the Federation's smaller vessels descending into the planet, began playing a voice-over of the received message:
”This the Galactic Republic of Alexzonya Starfleet ship Redoubtable, flagship of the 11th Exploration and Patrol Group, Admiral Hannelore Fresinski commanding. We have been dispatched to this system to act as humanitarian observers and to ensure that the conduct of the occupying forces are in accordance with galactic norms. We will not attempt to approach the blockade or engage in any hostile action, but rest assured the whole galaxy is watching. End transmission.

The Grand Admiral nodded to his communications officer, who began writing a reply to this message. The comms officer, with the Grand Admiral and a few other high-ranking officers approving of the response, sent the transmission to the fleet to be sent to the 11th Exploration and Patrol Group.
This is the High Command of the Federation fleet within the Miron system. We welcome your presence in the system, should you stay a good distance away from our forces. We assure you that the occupation will run smoothly, and will indeed increase the poor conditions on the planet. We wish for no shots to be fired any time soon.
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Postby New yugoslavaia » Sat Jul 14, 2018 11:30 am

"I'm truly sorry sir, but...humanitarian mission? HUMANITARIAN MISSION? This is anything but a so called humanitarian mission. This is such an obvious land grab. It's so obvious in fact that a blind, deaf, mute, downright senseless crippled person could reveal this for what it really is. I'm sorry, but this is just wrong, not to mention pathetic. If you wanted to take the place, you could of just asked us.
The only people there, even if there are around 1.5 billion people, are scientists, soldiers, mechanics, engineers, workers and the like, mixed in with a small group of politicians. They live in underground biomes with clean air and a good amount of resources. We are using the planet to sell spectrium to get access to more food. We may have a decent economy, but we can't make this stuff fast enough...for the outer planets.
You are not "freeing" people...because they weren't oppressed in the first place. Most, if not all of the mining operations are carried out by automated equipment, that require occasional maintenance. Yes, the surface is dead, or at the very least dying, but apart from that, the people are fine and mostly healthy.
About the buildings? Well, you can't stay underground for all your life. Yes, the air may be near toxic, but inside and underground it's fine. You're just twisting this whole thing to take our land, either that or you really want to invade.
I can't believe we worked with you, but alas, that's what happens with all capitalist nations, they become privitised, corrupt and power hungry to the point of narrow sight and a near unquencable thirst for power. I wish it didn't have to be like this.
So in short, you can have access to the cities, but prepare to be judged for your actions. "
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Postby Olimpiada » Sat Jul 14, 2018 11:43 am



Snapelia, Snapelia system



The fleet jumped in at the edge of the system, and promptly left. They had burned hard in Delphi, achieving a speed of several hundred kilometers per second before activating their blink drives and crossing the gap between worlds in an instant. Their distance was several dozen AU away from the planet, far outside of any distance at which their arrival could be observed without actively searching for them, which there would be little cause to.

They avoided burning, as the lights would attract attention. Rather, their ships floated dead in space for a few hours, before releasing their payloads and blinking out again. Each package was roughly a hundred meters long, and pitch black to avoid visual detection. The systems inside had robust heat sinks, and as such would not generate enough heat in excess of background radiation to be noticeable. Their geometries were strange and angular, evoking the designs of Old Terran stealth fighters, craft which had achieved the same near total invisibility to radar as these. And so the silent blocks sprinted planetward, on a fast Hohmann transfer orbit in the dead silence of the void.



Cryolis, Gelis



Weapons Officer Sphrantzes watched the screen on his computer idly. All the bricks were seeing was stars and space dust. The time was not quite yet. Despite the thought remaining unspoken, Admiral Chalcocondylas agreed with that sentiment.

The “bricks”, as they were called, were officially designated as Hex Conglomerate™ Planetary Denial Packages. Each contained varying tools of conquest and grand strategy. Some contained neutron bomb clusters, others were packages of high density dust, still others were simply large kinetic penetrators. And each one was as near to invisible as Olimpiadan technology could allow them to become. Their automated systems guided them onto their targets while their pilots connected by quantum entanglement links handled finer details such as evasion and defense. At present, each weapons officer was simply waiting to either pass Snapelia’s L2 lagrange point or make contact with the atmosphere, depending on their respective roles. That was when the fireworks were to start in earnest.

While the impending apocalypse was of great interest to Sophia, she had more pressing concerns. After all, there was a meeting to attend.

Above the Pikasistani world of Cryolis was one of the few gateways into the iceball, Cemos Station. While the planet was hardly a decent colony by most standards, as its temperatures were far too frigid to allow surface living in any condition resembling comfort. While the temperature would seem ideal for manufacturing, such operations were strangely absent. So why, then, had they seen fit to build three space elevators off of it? The truth, though awful, was quite simple: the planet was a vault. Deadly biological and chemical agents were contained within the subterranean facilities below, with extensive security measures preventing their escape into the wider Imperium, and by extension, the galaxy. It was for this very reason that the rendezvous was chosen to be at this world. Sophia had a need for more advanced tools, and the president had seen fit to grant authorization for their use. Now, the same was required from Vice Admiral Leandra Voloukos, the Pikasistani admiral at Cemos.

Docking permission was sorted, though with some difficulty. The majority of ships simply waited in orbit as a defensive measure, while a handful of jumpers made their way to hangar bays. In one such hangar bay, Sophia stepped off one of the jumpers from the Thief of Always. The constant spin gravity of the station was a tad stressful, as she had been in null gravity for several weeks now, but she still stood tall. Her short brown hair poked out slightly from beneath her gray uniform cap, and the synthwool greatcoat of her dress uniform hung open to reveal a tear resistant shirt festooned with the medals and insignia befitting a woman of her rank. An entourage followed her, various notable officers and captains from throughout the fleet. They were dressed similarly, in contrast to the Pikasistani officers greeting them, who were wearing combat power armor. Weird, she thought. Don’t they ever get uncomfortable?

One approached them, a woman. She had ginger hair in a ponytail, and had the tall height of a spacer which was only accentuated by her power armor. “Admiral Chalcocondylas, welcome to Cemos Station.” She spoke in Latin, a language common to the two nations, though Sophia would have preferred Greek.

Sophia reached out a hand, and Voloukos almost reluctantly shook it. “Rear Admiral Voloukos, I presume?” she asked with a smile. Despite the Pikasistani’s hand being gloved, she still took a moment to wipe her palm off with a cloth before affirming her identity. Right, plague world. That’s some serious paranoia.

“Come, the cooks have prepared dinner.” Sophia followed her lead. It had been ages since she’d eaten anything that wasn’t coffee or reconstituted mixes of algae and krill. Olimpiadan food was terrible, and their military rations weren’t much better.

After the meal was finished, while officers milled about and socialized, Sophia met with Admiral Gaitas, notable for her bravery in Belgiosweden during the ongoing Aesir War. “I assume you didn’t come here on social business, did you?” They both knew that blink drives were costly enough to operate that their use was relegated to matters of business, conquest, or both.

“No, of course not. I was inquiring regarding the Imperium’s assistance in an invasion of Gagium and Jackania. We have prepared an assault on Snapelia, and will be returning there shortly.”

“Is that so? We’ve already prepared an action on Maglone, actually. Perhaps we should encourage our respective leaders to discuss things in more detail. It’s not as if such things are unusual within the Order.” Maglone. That rang a bell with Sophia, but she wasn’t exactly sure why-

Fuck.

She thought a command to her ocular implant, to record the conversation. “What sort of action?” she inquired.

“Research, primarily. We’ve been told that the mineral spectrium holds some interesting properties, and had an interest in researching it further.” Olimpiadan research teams had acquired samples of the material in the past, and judged it worthless in comparison to more economical means of producing energy, and even more so in comparison to existing weapons technology.

“Intriguing.” Not terribly. “The planned acquisition of Snapelia would leave you with plenty more, if you desired it.” The mines would have to be re-opened and un-collapsed if so, but that wasn’t her problem.

“We’ll consider it.” She knew they might accept. It was certainly likely. She could make it more likely.

“There’s xenos and their sympathizers down there too.” At this, she knew she had the Pikasistani. Their xenophobic tendencies made Olimpiadans look like the Phoenexi by comparison.

“That’s encouraging. But what of other guarantees? We must receive something more in return.” Or not, apparently. She still had more cards to play.

“I can get you guaranteed transit through Vosporos to Gamma whenever you want it. Additionally, things can be… altered so that the Houseidans will not prove a significant threat to you in the Takyos Reaches, freeing up forces for an excursion.”

“Very well then. I’ll contact Admiral Evintus. You’ve got your reinforcements. Operations at Maglone will be expanded to a proper invasion.”




Back on the Thief of Always, Sphrantzes reached his mark. He thumbed a button, and his brick separated into a number of kinetic penetrators. He selected a number of spectrium mines across the planet and let them fly.

Across the fleet, similar things happened. Neutron bombs streaked down towards cities, and penetrators aimed at communications offices and mines. Clouds of dust exploded in orbit, heavy sands which would deal serious damage to enemy ships at their present velocity as they intersected them, the beginning of Kessler syndrome in orbit. Anti-laser chaff clouds would burst off of the weapons as they entered atmosphere, providing visual obfustication and defense against incoming beam weapons, not that either would have much time to strike given the fact that each would take only a second to impact at their present velocities.

His work done, Sphrantzes leaned back as best as he could in zero gee, took a sip from his bulb of coffee, and tried not to think too hard about his actions. It was for the good of the nation, after all.



Three Leaders, Gaia



It took a time after the dinner for the ocular recording to make its way to the office of President Cyrenacius. Due to assorted time zone differences, the message arrived early in the morning, when he still had a long itinerary to handle. Breakfast with BSI Presidnent Iwakura, a press conference regarding planned orbital defense expansions, and now a fresh can of worms to handle that was severely cutting into his golf time.

The Pikasistani targeting Maglone was something of an issue. The Tezekians were at least nominal allies in their struggle against Von Neumann swarms, and though they were xeno scum, they were useful xeno scum. And now there was a slight conflict of interest between allies, as the Pikasistani were about to strike the same world where their feathered friends were having a peace conference. Quickly, he composed a message to the ambassador there, in a complete breach of proper diplomacy. The faux pas would be forgiven.

TO: Ambassador Makacs
FROM: President Alexios Cyrenacius
ENCR: High

Get you and your people the hell out of Maglone as soon as possible. A Pikasistani warfleet is on the way. They won’t take kindly to your presence. Do not share this with anyone non-essential to your operations.
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Postby Auman » Sat Jul 14, 2018 2:19 pm

Danny nodded along with Makacs and couldn't help but agree with just about everything he said. It was the benefit of working with such an agreeable people. Though the Tezekians seemed to be having a crisis of policy, which at first glance caused more problems than opportunities, especially in the case of Jackania. He was willing to roll with the punches. For now. Diplomat McBride bit his tongue, silently critiquing the speaking ability of the Jackanian diplomat... The man was hitting all the right points, but it could have been weaponized better.

And then the Gagian flipped on the television and Danny winced, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, disgusted. The Jackanians had given Gagium everything that they could ever have asked for and, presumably, in their desperation, Gagium had concocted the flimsiest cassus belli for invasion that he had ever seen. Makac's beak nearly hit the floor and he noticed a vein in the Jackanians head, which bent and wriggled like an Agrican river, bulge.

McBride was still days out. This area of space was so isolated from the galactic community that it was previously believed to be completely uninhabited. The Aumanii diplomat refused to believe the assertions of General Tyz'Juan that the Tezekians had stumbled onto a barbarian kingdom. There was no way that an interstellar civilization could be ignorant or barbaric. He was quickly disabused of this notion. Over the course of a very brief conversation, it had been noted.

While the others talked and argued, McBride quickly rechecked his notes and tallied up a few things here and there. When the Gagian went on his tirade, about doing the people of Miron a favor and liberating them from the tyranny of the Jackanian government, General Tyz'Juan scoffed. McBride looked over his shoulder and the officer just shook his head, pointing to page fourteen in the diplomatic notebook that McBride was also reading.

The Jackanian returned fire, stating that the world of Miron was having trouble with their food supply, but that it wasn't a particularly pressing problem. McBride read the notes, maybe what he was saying was half true... But it seemed to him that, if Miron had any problems, they were being exacerbated by the Gagian Coalition's actions.

And what was the deal with that weird entity that just appeared in the system? He would need to get some clarification on that, because what he was reading was just... "Impressive."

"I'm impressed by our Gagian colleague's audacity. You set up a blockade of Miron, demanding that the Jackanians bring the parties responsible for piracy to justice. They did that and more and you invade the bloody planet in response. You did it in the middle of this peace conference. Your government clearly did it on purpose, maybe in some misguided attempt to gain leverage against us. Frankly, it was weird and awkward. Then you try to feed us a line about it being a humanitarian mission? Make up your mind."

Danny really hope the Gagian possessed enough self awareness to feel humiliated. Because Danny was feeling pretty embarrassed for him.
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Postby Prussian Polish Commonwealth » Sat Jul 14, 2018 2:35 pm

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A single comms officer was busy reading his copy of Romeo and Juliet, waiting for any new transmissions to come in. He noticed an older transmission at the top of the wastebasket.

Out of curiosity he read it.
The Shadow Confederation wrote:
Fellow Children of the Void, why are you firing at each other? What purpose does that accomplish? Perhaps.... Perhaps reason can win this day. Are you willing to listen?

He sighed and facepalmed. "For fuck's sake..."
He grabbed his copy of Romeo and Juliet and bookmarked his page, before flipping to Act 1, Scene 1.


A response was sent a few minutes later.
TYBALT: What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!

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Postby Telros » Sat Jul 14, 2018 6:25 pm

Arnyék felt rather than saw the return of the Admiral and shifted his mental gaze. The Admiral's awareness seemed to recede for a moment, and the agent understood. The quantum entanglement channels took a toll on the Links they had in their heads, even with the Domain enhancements they had received post Battle of Tezekis. Then the awareness flared and the form of Tábornok resolved itself into the Cloudpshere once more.

Welcome back, sir.

Thank you, agent.

What's the word?

The Archon has commanded we support Jackania, upon my recommendation. The rest of Orioth is coming to the theater, only hours out. Once the Jackanian's give us permission, they can simply arrive and move to whatever front there is.


The shorter avian 'turned' to stare at his counterpart.

You advocated for staying in this mess? You've been doing nothing but complaining since we got here.

A tired laugh. Yes, well personal and professional opinions are too different things. I find this theater pointless, worthless and not really a feasible method to achieve the objective that was the goal of this whole affair. That being said, we've made an agreement and if we wish to be what we say we wish to be, we need to honor it.

Trapped by your own logic, huh?

You could say that. What's going on now that the blockade has occurred?


The agent reached out and a feed came shooting into his hand and with a pushing motion, it ballooned up to full screen. The outer areas of the system were focused on and the familiar shocks of light revealed an Alexzonyan force coming into the system, and their message popped up in a box at the bottom of the screen. Tábornok clicked his beak in interest.

Well, good to see we have an ally on station at least. They may be focused on humanitarian concerns, and somebody should at this point, but we may be able to get their help regardless.

Possibly. SATMA concerns are one thing but I would hope they have the brains to stay out of this mess as much as possible.

You would say that. What else?


The screen was tossed to become a speck and vanish in the void, only to be replaced by the familiar image of the battle going on over Mirion. The Intellect vessel was bombarding the coalition with even more vigor, and to their shock, the targets of the exchange were beginning to turn away and retreat. Now being roused, the Intellect ship was pursuing, firing all of its weapons, refusing to let its attackers get away unpunished. So, the state of affairs was continuing, with more tactical data coming in every moment, especially on this energy vessel, improving their knowledge as this continued. The screen changed, detecting a buildup of energy and it zoomed in on a Colonial ship, the main capital ship again. It appeared to 'open' up, and a series of disks were deployed, floating nearby the ship, and in short order began to open fire on the Intellect craft.

The battle continues.

Indeed. Time to see if anything changes other than both sides firing on each other. Thus far, only one ship has succumbed; for a space battle, its been fairly low key thus far.

I wonder how Makacs is doing.

Oh yeah, I don't want to be him right now.



*****************

Makacs wanted nothing more than to find an empty room and down a bottle, maybe two of the hardest whiskey he could get his hands on as he listened to the Federation representative speak. They were claiming that the people suffered, forced to work in the mines and the Republic's factories had been polluting and they would introduce better technology and cleaner production systems. His eyes flicked to the screen that displayed an officer in an advertisement talking about the occupation. Apparently, the story was now that the Senate had been calling for the occupation for a few days, that the people were working in smog-filled conditions and working day and night to mine Spectrium. And then an interview clip revealed the Gagium view that this was for the benefit of the people and that the People's Republic should just realize that the world of Miron would be better under the Federation. It was an amazing piece of propaganda, but it hardly answered the questions he had brought up or made the situation any better.

The outburst from the Jackanian representative was understandable and in a...colorful way, laid out the very issues with the Federation's assumptions. The world and its people were fine, other than living on a barren planet, and there was no smog because they live in places that needed oxygen so smog would be a problem in the cities and on the surface, it was a dead world, it didn't quite matter at that point. He was surprised by the ambassador allowing the Federation access to the cities, but it appeared they were doubling down on pursuing peace by giving them what the blockaders felt belonged to them and to seek the proper solution. Pride nestled in his chest at the understanding the man had of what was important before turning his gaze to the Gagium representative.

“That was a fine introduction to a news segment that essentially doubles down on your reasoning for what you're doing but fails to convince me of the righteousness of your actions. The concern expressed was that you had no intention of seeking a peaceful solution, that you weren't planning on stopping at a blockade but instead wanted to take Miron all along and this entire situation up until now was a farce, a smoke screen to gain more access to Spectrium, to take territory from them as some strange recompense for the actions of pirates. The ones whose masters they have effectively handled for your concerns of Maglone's safety and well-being regarding this. All this video showed is you crafting a reason to take Miron, not to seek peace and retribution, as was your claim. And that, since your story keeps changing, that is not possible to trust what you say, since it could change in a few days. This is not how diplomacy should be conducted, this is not how stellar states in the galaxy should conduct themselves.

You are graced by the fact that the Jackanian government has seen fit to pursue peace and let you have your forcefully taken possession and to still attempt to find a solution that satisfies everyone and then the fleets can be sent home. Now-”

His words were cut off when a message blinked into his Link and a quick reading had his guts churn into ice at the implications. The others looked at him curiously, wandering what his pause was for. Forcing himself to remain calm and keep his agitated posture as one of indignation and not outright concern, he sighed and faced the Jackanian representative.

“I apologize for this failure of a summit; your counterparts have not acted in good faith and at this point, it is time we called this to a close. I recommend we leave and see counsel with your government on how we proceed from here post-occupation of Miron.” Gesturing for the other man to come with him, he and his team began to pack up and move their items into containers. Makacs continued speaking as he moved his own items.

“You can have Miron, as it is the wish of the People's Republic. But if any Gagium or Gagium-aligned forces enter any other People's Republic system, the Imperium will use all available force to repel your next invasion with great prejudice. You've got your world, I suggest you claim victory while you can. Diplomat McBridge, you can stay and continue if you wish; I have other matters to attend to and this has clearly been a waste of time.”

And with that, the group packed up and left, rudely blowing off the Gagium representative and making a beeline for their ships. A message would be sent to McBride, with final recommendations and advice, concerning his departure and future topics if he wanted to continue the summit. The diplomats and their guard would see the Jackanian representative off to his ship, if he took the invitation to leave and then got back aboard their ship.

Everyone, the meeting has failed and its time to leave. Get ready for immediate FTL transit out.

But sir, we're detecting-

I know, Fairchild. Just do as I command.


The ship left it's mooring in Maglone orbit and pushed itself with moderate speed to a decent distance away from the orbital and system traffic, pointing its nose in a direction away from the system and jumped, just as something was being showing up on sensors. It wasn't their problem anymore; the Federation deserved whatever would be coming.


***************

To: President Alexios Cyrenacius
From: Ambassador Makacs
ENCR: Black

Duly noted. Thank you for your warning. A favor is owed, and I do not say that lightly.

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Postby Pikasistan » Sat Jul 14, 2018 6:31 pm

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Chemos Station, Cryolis, Gelum System, Pikasistani Space

The meeting between the Olimpiadan officers and Admiral Gaitas was... unexpected to say the least. It was rather rare that the Olimpiadans actually seeked the help of the Pikasistani over the last century, they were a proud people, much like the Pikasistani and they would only ask help from the Greater Imperium if they truly needed it. A laymen could probably even be foolish enough to mistaken both nation. Yet, whilst the former were xenophobic and of the same cultural ascendency, political system, ships and so much more were opposed in philosophy. Yet, those differences only made the two nations the best partners, as they were able to perfectly succeed where the other would fail.

Adriana Gaitas was convinced by the visit of Chalcocondylas, the Pikasistani would answer the call to arm and would grant the Olimpiadan access to the vaults of Cryolis. Of course, this was merely the price to be able to use the wormhole linking the Olimpiadan worlds in the Penton Sector to their core in the Gamma Quadrant. From there, they would use Tchernoshima Drives to quickly arrive to Maglore, where the researches on Spectrium were conducted. Of course, they did not know of the upcomming "liberation" of the Gagian world, but they would surely welcome it.

As the Olimpiadans started to load various weapons that caught their attention, Adriana reached back to the Bellatrix, her flagship to go back to the Takyos Reaches. She was merely the negociator dispatched by Admiral Evintus in the name of the Emperor. Now they would all be his emissaries of death and conquest. However, there was still a formality, she had to say goodbye to Rear-Admiral Vouloukos...

Vouloukos was standing in the hallway, apparently making sure she wouldn't just make a run for her ship like she often did in the past. Adriana never particularly liked her, she was acting weird when she was around her.

You thought you could pull this off again Gaitas? It's standard procedure to say farewell when leaving another officer's jurisdiction.

Did you really only want to say goodbye, or are you trying once again to hit on me Leandra?

Sincerely I just wanted to say goodbye, the Olimpiadans are loading material and I know you are leaving for war. I wouldn't be at peace if I let you go without seeing you one last time. She applied hand-sanitizer to her whole fore-arm before extending it to Adriana. May we meet again.

Adriana hesitated a bit, she wasn't fond of sentimentality, but for once Leandra kept it civil and she had a point, she may never see her again if the war went south. She grabbed her fore-arm, Leandra doing the same. May we meet again. She then left, the Rear-Admiral moving out of her way, sadness in her eyes. Adriana didn't care less, but Leandra would have to live with her departure until she came back... or died...




Bridge of the Belatrix, Arkadius System, Pikasistani Space

The ship transitionned back to real space, allowing for the ship's radiation level to drop down and the crew to exit cryosleep. After a few minutes, all hands were back at their stations, the Bellatrix and the few escort vessels that went to meet the Olimpiadans in Gelum rejoined the main force, one that was meant to do what the Pikasistani did best, war. Besides the forces of the 1st Military Expedition Fleet were the entirety of the 2nd and 5th Grand Fleets, elements of the 7th Siege Fleet and an entire Taetria were all present in the system, waiting for the return of Gaitas.

Admiral, the Echo of Hades is hailing us.

Of course they are. Admiral Evintus expects news from us, the Olimpiadans managed to convince me that we could leave the Reaches despite the Houseidian presence. Now patch us through.

Admiral Gaitas, I hope you bring good news to us.

Of course I do Admiral Evintus, at least they are good for me...

So I suppose they managed to convince you to go, did they?

Adriana grinned, she got what she wanted, war, not against the Houseidians of course, but against the Gagians, hundreds of worlds could fall to the fold of the Greater Imperium and with it glory would fall upon her. Of course they did, they are granting us access to the wormhole in Vosporos that leads to the Gamma Quadrant, from there we will be able to reach Gagian space fairly quickly.

But that wouldn't be enough to convince you wouldn't it?

Of course not Elena, they also guarranteed us that the Houseidians would leave us alone, this means we are free to go and in the worst scenario, we will be able to come back quickly.

Let us hope that the worst scenario won't happen... Elena sent a broadband message to the rest of the fleet:

All hands prepare yourself for transition to Vosporos and from there all the way to Maglone after we crossed the wormhole. Second jump will be set to an high-alert awakening as there will be hostile forces in system.


All ships prepared for transition, the Greater Imperium was once more on the path of war...




Maglone's surface, Maglone, Gagian Space.

The research team was still waiting for the Spectrium shipments they ordered from the Theomilitary, perhaps it would of been better if they set up shop on Snapelia after all. Of course, from the news they recieved, it seemed Miron was indeed a bad idea. The Gagians proceeded to blockade the world, starving the locals because of the raids that afflicted Maglone. But the raids had stopped for a few days, and now the Gagians were invading Miron in the face of the galactic community... all that during a peace conference upon the world. Truly the galaxy would never cease to surprise Ermeus Craesos, so many lifeforms, materials, stellar formations, but also ways of conducting diplomacy. Whilst the Greater Imperium didn't care about those politics, he surely hoped that the spectrium he ordered to the Theomilitary would soon arrive, they already repertoriated everything else that was near camp and the orders of the Emperor were clear on that matter. He started to learn how to use the BX-97, standard rail-carbine of the Pikasistani Skitars, and frankly, he was starting to become decent with it. Of course all Pikasistani had to undertake mandatory weapons training, but at the venerable age of 98, his basic training was long behind.

Suddently, calm night was disrupted, many ships starting to open fire in the system. At first, visible confusion from the space elements of the expedition, but suddently, all became clear.

ATTENTION PIKASISTANI EXPEDITION ON THE WORLD OF MAGLONE! THIS IS ADMIRAL ELENA EVINTUS OF THE PIKASISTANI 5TH GRAND FLEET. THE EMPEROR, IN HIS ETERNAL WISEDOM DECIDED TO INVADE THE GAGIAN FEDERATION.


Suddently, the few Pikasistani ships in orbit joined the fray and the alarms around the research station started roaring, skitars preparing for an inevitable assault of the Gagian ground forces whilst civilian personel retreated to the safety of the Occulos Science Vessels.

War had arrived and none would be spared, Maglone would be Pikasistani, whatever it would take.




Bridge of the Echo of Hades, Maglone System

The transition was successful, all ships made it and everyone followed procedures for emergency awakening from cryosleep, the Armada was now ready to fight the Gagians and take what rightfully belonged to mankind... The ships burned towards the defenders, which weren't expecting this, they tried to hail the Armada, but no answer would be sent back to them, to the exception of the overwhelming firepower of the Pikasistani ships.

Elena only had one thing to do now, contact the Pikasistani expedition on Maglone, they needed to know what was going to happen so they could join the fight in the Emperor's Name. Plus, intel showed a few Achilus-Class Support Frigates prototypes were lying in the system and she was curious to see how they would fare...Rail cannons slung tungsten rods and fusion warheads, missiles swarmed the void and QERCC wings started emerging from the hangars of the carriers. One would call it overkill, but time was of the essence. Once Maglone would be secure, they could consider invading other planets, but for now, it would burn under the might of the Greater Imperium of Pikasistan and.




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7 Chatto-Class dreadnoughts
12 Aurelia-Class heavy carriers
20 Arcenia-Class battleships
22 Gladius-Class siege platforms
48 Indomitus-Class battlecruisers
24 Gloriana-Class carriers
48 Lapria-Class light carriers
85 Phalanx-Class frigates
80 Damocles-Class escort cruisers
108 Stratos-Class cruisers
203 Praetors-Class destroyers
380 Astars-Class corvettes

9,000,000 Skitars (Baseline infantry)
7,500,000 Triars (Elite infantry)
2,500,000 Praetors (Shock infantry)
500 Byzantium Superheavies (modular vehicle, size of a baneblade)
1,000 Masada Heavies (modular vehicle, size of a Heavy Tank)
2,500 Testudo MB (modular vehicle, size of a MBT)
5,000 Spartacus Lights (modular light vehicle, similar to a GDI Pitbull)
5 Carryz-Class Colony Ships (filled with 100,000 colonists each, as well as frozen embryos to upstart the population growth)
3 Crassus-Class Tenders
10 Heavy Freighters (carrying miscalleneous equipment, as well as extra ammo for the forces)
2 Sanus-Class Hospital Ships
10 Aramis-Class Atmospheric Support Carriers
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