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The Ascension of the Imperium IC (All Tech, TG for interest)

Postby Imperial-Octavia » Thu Apr 30, 2020 11:31 am

Penal Planet G228

Penal Planet G228 is a unassuming dead world used only for mining and punishment. Truly there was nothing about the planet to make anyone care too much about it unless they were being sent there for their crimes against the Imperium. Scammers, thieves, and black market dealers made up the population of the planet and were forced into shells that would only obey the commands of their taskmasters and left to their own thoughts as they could do nothing but watch their body moved to the whims of the supervisors. The thousands of Penal drones marched across the planet perfectly synchronized splitting into seperate groups at designated dig sites collecting all the mineral wealth they could in repayment to the Imperium. One such Penal drone was Eze, a Seendi found trading in the black market. She had been there for 3 years and at this point she was prepared to never even think about crime if it meant she never had to look at another inch of G228 again but on the bright side she only had another two years in this hellhole and then finally she could do something somewhat mentally stimulating or at least she hoped that she would, sentence extensions weren't completely unheard of in the Penal planets. "Penal Drones numbers 1,500 through 3,775 make your way to dig site 448." The voice of their Mechanator taskmaster boomed inside the minds of every penal shell he mentioned, including Eze's; after marching another few thousand miles she finally reached her dig site with thousands of others who all had nothing more to do but watch as their mining laser's began digging into the ground below...

Many boring hours of collecting minerals later Eze's body's scanners would detect something that couldn't be made into an attack drone. Her shell crouched to the ground and focused it's laser on the point where the foreign material was detected carefully drilling a hole around the area and delicately grabbing it from the earth below. It looked like some sort of relic, something that was long past it's time in this universe and yet at the same time exuded some type of majesty that Eze couldn't quite explain. It was decorated with a number of intricate engravings depicting some sort of battle between two grand armies as they clashed though years of dirt and grime prevented Eze from seeing the specifics of the battle. After a few scans of the object the databases of the Imperium could determine nothing about the object as it became one of the first interesting things Eze had seen on this planet since she was sent here 3 years ago. Her shell's legs did the work for her as it began the trek to give the object to a superior for further analysis. Maybe this would take those two years off her sentence? Eze doubted it, but optimism had never hurt a Seendi.

Mechanator T'sahh was scrolling through the internal cameras of the Penal drones when a motion scanner indicated that one of them was waiting outside his door holding some sort of artifact. Curious he opened the door and looked at the object the penal drone held in it's hands and grabbed it quite aggressively. Using his scanners he went over the relic and found...nothing. Absolutely no data could be collected from this item, "Hmm, Interesting..." Looking at the Penal drone, T'sahh pettioned to subtract a year from it's sentence from his internal U.I. Whatever it was this drone had brought to him it surely had to be investigated with some more suitable equipment and it wasn't as if the drone didn't deserve something for it's effort despite how involuntary it was. Though T'sahh would have loved to use it as a mantle piece from his outpost he knew it would have to be sent to the core worlds as all relics were.

Octavious Research Labs

The AI were out of options. They had done everything they could to the ancient piece of junk and yet not a single concrete result came back. Radiocarbon dating, scanning, attempts at dissection (which ended in a planet-wide blackout), and even plain brute force was employed against this thing to try and figure out what it was made out of and why. At the point they were at the AI was ready to throw this thing into the sun to see if they could get it back after it went into a supernova. However, there was something odd in the handling of this artifact; why were the AI so focused on finding out the material of this random piece of metal from the middle of nowhere? Because The Paramount had taken interest in it and that meant that until this thing was figured out there would be no stop to the prodding and poking of the thing until it have an answer. As for The Paramount he didn't know why he wanted to know about the relic so badly, it just seemed like the right course if action. Of course he probably had a few larger priorities, but this artifact intrigued him. Perhaps it was it was the fact it was impenetrable or maybe it was that it could cause blackouts in his capital. Regardless there was something strange about it and whatever it was he wanted to know what it was. As he sat overlooking the Ecumeopolis that was his capital H'Krell walked into his room and preformed the standard salute, turning his hand 360° degrees, a move which the mechanators were sure not too many organics would be able to do. The Paramount did not turn around from his viewpoint and H'Krell's voice pierced the silence of the room. "My liege, our AI have found a use for the relic, I think that you'll want to see it."

The Paramount turned his head to his subordinate at this, "And what is it that they've found?"

"You'll need to see it I'm afraid..." H'Krell had his reservations about refusing his liege even as the Grand Mechanator, but what the AI had found...well it had to be seen to be believed.

The Tactical Codex's chambers

The first thing The Paramount noticed was the usually boring, wire infested walls of the Codex's chambers were now glowing a bright yellow nearly overwhelming the visual capacities of his own visual sensors. And while that was strange, the next thing he saw surprised him most. The Tactical Codex was operating at 200% efficiency; higher than it's average efficiency rating in the 80s. "It seems you were right, H'Krell. Now leave us." H'Krell did as asked leaving the room as The Paramount looked at the exposed relic located inside the Codex and moved his hand to grab it

"Don't." The Codex spoke as if it had authority over The Paramount causing a good bit of surprise in The Paramount

"Excuse us?"

"You should not grab the module because I need it to help you. Allow me to explain" The Codex pulled the Octavian expansion plan from her files and began to remove the potential issues with it with each potential issue being wiped away as the Codex slowly showed the borders of the Imperium across the galactic map "After I collect all the power I can from the module I will give it to you so you can deal with those who would want to see you dead..." pictures of various leaders began appearing on screen as the Codex finished her sentence. The Paramount surprised at the convincing argument and... personality the Codex had. "Do you accept my offer?" The Paramount looked at the AI in charge of his military surprised that this module had apparently have it a personality. As it was it seemed like he only had one choice.

Across the Imperium

Hundreds upon hundreds of ships moved across the void moving into the unoccupied space of the frontier full of ripe, unexploited primitive planets ready for seizure. Dozens of civilizations would be told to bend the knee or die while the Octavian fleet claimed system after system for the Imperium. A few planets tried to give resistance only to find their cities turned to ash from orbital bombardment while a unfortunate few, who had the technology to at least delay their Octavian invaders would soon find their atmosphere's poisoned with nerve gas signaling the end of their species and all others on the planet. Those that would care to watch the Imperial movements would be relieved that, at least for now, only primitive worlds found themselves under attack. A few planets however had some special interest from the Imperium put into it. Though similar these planets held things that were best not instantly immolated, one declaring itself the Mighty Yamato Empire, another (somewhat oddly) calling itself the Rational Empire of Hobbes Dystopia, and a third who was quite oddly a gang, but the power this criminal enterprise held piked the interest of the Octavian state. Each would have an emissary sent to their territory and each would offer a place among the Octavian "alliance" as it could be called though in all honesty it could more accurately be described as a series of protectrates. Each nation would be told they would be given technology, protection, and their own space state in exchange for loyalty to the Octavian Imperium along with allowing Octavian miners to take some of the resources of their system for themselves and aiding the Imperium in any wars that may take place. The gang would get a different offer, they were told that Passione's trade would be extended across the stars as long as their services were provided to The Paramount.

These deals would be highly publicized to make the expansion look less agressive while the more ethically dubious actions during the expansion would be covered up including the billions of deaths across planets who tried to resist and the billions more assimlated against their will and indoctrinated into loving it. In other words, a normal day in the Imperium

Octavious
Paramount square

A crowd of billions had assembled on the streets of Octavious after the news of The Paramount's speech to the people and trillions more were tuning in via the Aether (mostly because the speech would be broadcast on every legal Aether channel). The Paramount had often made appearances out of his towering palace, but rarely did he speak to the public. As The Paramount, The Paragon, Grand Mechanator H'Krell, and the Arms of the Mechanators Tal'Talen walked out to meet the people the crowds erupted into thunderous cheering and applause (the noise of applause being synthetically recreated to be precise) and with the single movement of The Paramount's hand they all fell silent. "My people! Today is a fantastic day for the Imperium! Our Imperium has entered a new era of expansion refusing to stop for the organic empires around us!" The crowds burst into another round of cheers before again being silenced by The movement of The Paramount's hand "The organic nations fear us, they fear the notion of something being superior to them and yet refuse to accept our gift of assimlaton! But why you ask? Why do they hate us for being better than them and yet refuse the tools we want to give them to improve their poor organic lives? It is because they do not know better our children! They do not know what benefits it will reap them and they refuse to believe us for they see us as the enemy! We are not their enemies! They are their own! This is why us Octavians who have seen the light must civilize the galaxy! We must civilize the galaxy for their sake! We must civilize the galaxy for our own sake! And so let it be said that today, Ocranious 30th, 2420 that your liege has declared the Imperium's mission for the upcoming years is to civilize the poor, organic, masses! All hail to this glorious Imperium that we have nourished! All hail to you, our people, who have heeded my every command and request! And all hail to the many Mechanators who have kept order in our borders!"

To his right, his son The Paragon raised his hand and rotated it 360 degrees "All hail!"

To his left the Grand Mechanator H'Krell did the same salute "All hail!"

And finally standing to the left of the Grand Mechanator, Tal'Talen would do the same salute with her sharpened fingertips "All hail!"

Soon the entire crowd would be changing all hail, fanatically calling out to their leader hoping that he would spread Imperial influence to the stars. Soon enough, The Paramount and his cabinet walked back inside and the crowd slowly dispersed and the feed cut. Any watching the speech from outside the Imperium may have reason to be concerned. If only they knew what was to come...

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|| Factbooks ||
| Tech Level: FT |

Current Year: 2420
The Empire of Octavia ✙ "Assimilate or die!"
The Mechanical horde marches forward and it comes for you!

Number of owned Star Systems: 163




Pinnacle news:Our navy is on the brink of victory in Ridley's Rest surely delivering a crippling blow to the monsters that are the Zravvisk! // Remember to give any spare metal to your local Mechanator for the war effort!
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Postby TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON » Thu Apr 30, 2020 1:51 pm

Gokyo, Empire of Yamato

"Your Imperial highness, there is a message from an emissary from Octavia."

Emperor Kujiro Yamato nodded, "Continue..."

"Your highness, they have offered for us to join their alliance and we will be given their technology, protection, and our own space state on the condition we pledge loyalty to the Octavian Imperium and allow Octavian miners to take some of the resources of our system for themselves. Also we must aid the Imperium in any wars that may take place."

The Emperor chuckled, "Is this a joke? I refuse! My family has been ruling over Yamato for thousands of years, we will not submit to anyone, even an empire as large as theirs!"

"Well your Imperial Majesty, unfortunately the matter is slightly out of your hands... Prime Minister Fujikawa has already accepted the offer and is sending our own emissary to Octavia as we speak to draw up the treaty."

He slammed the table making the aide take a step back nervously. "Damn him! I always despised turning to this system back after the Makareji Restoration. Our family used to hold so much power! Now I'm just a figurehead!"

"I am sorry you feel that way your Majesty." said a grim looking Fujikawa as he entered the chamber. "Your Highness, we have no choice. At least this way we still have control, and maybe we will improve our military capabilities. Our army is large, but they have drones and their fleet of spaceships are so highly advanced and large we cannot compete with them. I have discussed this with the leading members of the Imperial Diet and they have all come to to same conclusion. Now you can lead us in this new path and announce it to your people, or I shall do it myself."

"I will do it, but for the good of the people, not for your political motives." came the sigh from the Emperor. He had reigned for 25 years now, and he had never had to make such a tough decision, yet he would have to swallow his pride and do what was best for the Empire.

Outside the Imperial Palace
Hours Later


The press and crowds gathered for the Emperor's announcement, curious what could have been so urgent and last minute.

The Emperor waved behind the shielded glass meant to protect him from any would be attacker as he approached the podium.

"We, by the grace of Heaven, Emperor of Yamato, seated on the throne occupied by the same dynasty from time immemorial, enjoin upon ye, Our loyal and brave subjects:

We hereby declare an alliance with the great Octavia Imperium to ensure stability across the galaxy. The entire nation with a united will shall mobilize their total strength so that nothing will miscarry in the attainment of Our peaceful aims with Octavia.

Our Great Illustrious Imperial Grandsire and Our Great Imperial Sire succeeding Him, and which We lay constantly to heart. To cultivate friendship among nations and to enjoy prosperity in common with all nations, has always been the guiding principle of Our Empire's foreign policy. This trend of affairs, would, if left unchecked, not only nullify Our Empire's efforts of many years for the sake of the stabilization of the galaxy, but also endanger the very existence of Our nation due to the hostile and fratricidal opposition poised by Our enemies. We join the cause to arms to support Our new faithful ally on a path to peace across all known lands.

The hallowed spirits of Our Imperial Ancestors guarding Us from above, We rely upon the loyalty and courage of Our subjects in Our confident expectation that the task bequeathed by Our forefathers will be carried forward and that the sources of evil will be speedily eradicated and an enduring peace immutably established in the galaxy, preserving thereby the glory of Our Empire.

In witness whereof, we have hereunto set Our hand and caused the Grand Seal of the Empire to be affixed at the Imperial Palace, Gokyo, this twentieth day of the 1st month of the 25th year of Shōwa, corresponding to the 3,081st year from the accession to the throne of Emperor Jimmu."

The crowd paused curious, muttering to themselves before a roar could be heard across the nation. "TENNO HEIKA BANZAI!"

The Emperor smiled; at least his people approved. And so he went forth, waving back to his chambers to wait on his representative.
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Postby The Rapture Republic » Thu Apr 30, 2020 7:04 pm

Venice, Italy

Beautiful. That was the word to describe the historic floating city of Venice, beautiful, and just perfect for the Clockwork Syndicate with a little helpers from the Commonwealth of Skyhooked to set the stage for a war right in the heartland that gave birth to the Mafia, and organized crime together. A new drug that terminates a human’s craving for popping pills and injecting a chem into their arm for that high feeling, just hit the market, mainly the black market pathways thanks to the Dragon’s connections to send the first act of war against the Passion Family, making it known to them their time as the last independently operated crime organization is over, and the man that holds the criminal world in his hands is coming for them.

Regardless, the meeting place with the little helpers was picked at a insignificant lonely church on a island far from the busy canals and streets of Venice. The Dragon that leads the Syndicate would not be attending the meeting. He would make a latter appearance, once things start to get hot and spicy. However, a familiar face that acts as the Dragon’s right hand men would be present, and he could be find inside the Church with a tied up and unconscious priest tied on a cross, with the rest of the church’s volunteers busy with fishing as one could say. As the entire property would be locked and secured with the Dragon’s men, disguised as tourists, wondering the place with a set of men wearing police uniforms at every entrance to the complex, making it seem their was an investigation going on, which was quite the opposite.
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Postby Imperial-Octavia » Thu Apr 30, 2020 8:57 pm

Yamato's Earth
Mechanator flag ship

Above the orbit of the planet Mechanator Animus-6 listened for their Emperor's eventual submission to Octavian demands. As the number 1 rated Mechanator in the Imperium he was sure to get this mission completed. The single ship that he was using was a cruiser modified to allow for Animus-6 to actually be inside of it as most Octavian ships are nothing more than AI, engines, and other essentials foregoing space for crew. If Emperor Yamato had refused the cruiser would be enough to 'adjust the Emperor's opinion'. Now that he accepted the Imperium's request Animus-6 could land at the planet to give the Imperium's gifts to the Might Yamato Empire. The Uan Cruiser began to descend to the Earth below and landed a few miles outside of Gokyo in a field. From the ship Animus-6 sent his co-ordinates to the Empire's servers as well as a message...

A message from the Imperium

Hello, organics of the Yamato government. As the emissary of the Imperium I have a gift for your government. Plasteel-titanium is a light yet strong alloy which will allot your armor to survive far larger amounts of punishment. The details are in a format we believe you have the technology to reach, a USB stick. We hope that you will appreciate our gifts.


Italy

Mechanator J'eil checked the strength of his synthetic skin. It was perfect...just as what was needed for this mission. Passione was a gang with strange powers that The Paramount had taken interest in for some reason. J'eil didn't understand why his liege would want the aid of these organics, powers or not but if The Paramount wanted them they had to be assimlated in spirit or something like that. The problem was the Aquarians were also on this planet and that would complicate a direct meeting as that may cause a diplomatic incident, something that could not be afforded by the Imperium at the moment. So J'eil was ordered to wander this organic city to find this gang, gain their help and perhaps get them off planet if needed. His cover identity was Luigi Ricci, an unmarried salary-man tired of his lot and interested in getting into organized crime for the extra money. He looked as any Italian would, black hair, a skinny yet fit frame, a few scars located on his arms from an accident from his younger years, and green eyes. As he walked the streets of Venice he would be in a businessman's suit with a red tie and a particular item in his pocket. A pistol, though he much preferred to call it a mini-cannon as was custom in Octavia. The gun was non-descript, but for the most part normal for the technology level of this planet.

While walking J'eil saw something that caught his interest in an alleyway. Whatever it was it was surely the work of this gang and he moved into the alleyway gripping his pistol from inside his pants...
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Current Year: 2420
The Empire of Octavia ✙ "Assimilate or die!"
The Mechanical horde marches forward and it comes for you!

Number of owned Star Systems: 163




Pinnacle news:Our navy is on the brink of victory in Ridley's Rest surely delivering a crippling blow to the monsters that are the Zravvisk! // Remember to give any spare metal to your local Mechanator for the war effort!
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Postby American Pere Housh » Thu Apr 30, 2020 9:28 pm

Chancellor's Office, Planet of Corusant

Chancellor Isabella Jones is going over some paperwork when one of her aides enters her office with a datapad in hand, "Chancellor Jones, you may want to see this. Its from our embassy in the Octavian Imperium. Apparently they want us to join their Empire." The aide hands the datapad to the Chancellor of the Galactic Theocratic Republic.

Isabella begins reading the message with amusement on her face before speaking to the aide, "They are fools if they think we will join them but we will humor them. Send them a message asking that a representative be sent about a possible alliance between our two nations." The aide walks out of the office to do as the Chancellor commanded.

To the Paramont of the Octavian Imperium

I, Chancellor Isabella Jones, would like to enter into a military and economic alliance between our nations. We ask that a representative be sent to discuss this possible alliance. We have seen what your military can do but we are not scared for the Republic's Armed Forces is mighty and powerful. We may be organics as you know us but we know war and know it well. We await message.

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Postby Hobbes Dystopia » Fri May 01, 2020 2:00 am

The Shard, First City of the Dystopia:
Kalvin Van Reeper looked astonished at the motionless screen in the hands of his advisor. "An Alliance?! With an empire that hopes to assimilate every sentient being? That is complete madness!"
"Yes, Chairman. But I am afraid we have no other choice."
"To resist and fight is not a choice, then?"- Asked Van Reeper.
Before the advisor could answer, they heard a metallic chuckle coming from one of the robotic servants.
"You humans are so hopeless"-He said-"You find a civilization hundreds of lightyears ahead of us, capable of giving us what we need to prevail, and what is your reaction? Panicking and preparing to resist. "
Van Reeper stood still, his resentment at the owner of the voice rising within him.
"How dare you speaking this way to your master, Central Mind!? We created you, and you will do as we say."- Van Reeper shouted.
"You created me because you knew that humans are fallible and that only machines can reason clearly. If you want to resist, go ahead! Nerve gas and orbital bombardments do not concern me, but I doubt you will survive them."
Van Reeper sighed. He knew that the Central Mind was right, they could not hope to resist an Interstellar empire like this one.
"Very well"- He calmly replied-" We shall ally ourselves with them, but first we must warn the people."

War memorial, First City of the Dystopia:
"Today is a great day for the Dystopia, my people! We have established contact with a powerful Interstellar power and they will help us to achieve our rightful place, as leaders of this planet and even of the entire solar system! Soon our great scientists will have new technologies at their disposal, our military will be unstoppable! Long live to the Dystopia! Ad Astra!"
The people cheered enthusiastically, rejoicing at the future power promised by the Chairman.
"It is done. And may the stars help us, because I cannot." Van Reeper thought to himself.
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Postby South Reinkalistan » Fri May 01, 2020 3:55 am

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11:06 AM

"Comrade Turaniski, you might want to see this."

The voice stirred the ageing Premier from his thoughts, wrenching him from a soporific reflection of the issues that faced his administration day after day; he lifted his head, reverting his hunched stance. "Yes?" His voice was uncharacteristically dry and grave, yet the power within it remained.

His manner, status, and temperament rendered him a man best left untroubled, yet the news he was about to receive wouldn't exactly compliment that nature. The aide that had disturbed him, a short deputy who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, was visibly anxious. Turaniski had been around his subordinates long enough to know when one of them was the herald of bad news. "Go on," urged Turaniski, failing to realise that his harsh glare was causing much alarm, "I haven't got all day."

The aide suddenly stood upright. "Of course, Comrade Turaniski!" He took a deep breath. "There have been recent developments of a more... erm, multiversal nature; it's Octavia."

Turaniski raised an eyebrow. "Octavia? You mean the sister of Augustus, first Emperor of Rome? Hasn't she been dead for nearly two millennia?"

"Uh, no." Came the slightly bewildered reply. "Well, I mean, yes; she has been dead for nearly two millennia. However, she is not the issue that currently faces us." He continued, "we're talking about the Octavian Imperium; they're an interstellar power nominally based hundreds of years from our current placement in the space-time continuum. They feature heavy militarism and a form of bizarre cultural nationalism that seems to prioritise the assimilation of all they conquer. They have recently begun what appears to be a concerted and organised military effort to expand their domain and sphere of influence."

"Frightening," said the Premier, uninterestedly sifting through a pile of papers, "but assuming this report isn't the most ridiculous thing I've heard in my entire tenure as Premier, why should we care for this
more-than-questionably existent expansionist space empire if they're multiple centuries in the future? And furthermore, how on earth did such a report find its way up here? This seems more like a late April Fools joke if anything. Unless the Commissariat of Scientific Advancement has developed time travel overnight, I see no reason to believe such a ludicrous assessment of the situation."

"But Comrade Turaniski, there have been reports of disturbances in the material plane of the space-time continuum!"

"That sounds like something you heard whilst reading science fiction. We aren't in a movie, Comrade, we are not under threat from hostile alien empires. The fact that I even have to make such an assertion degrades this room, degrades my office, and degrades the People's Federation. Get out of my sight."

The aide opened his mouth to respond, but realised the futility of it. With a defeated expression, he paced slowly towards the door. Yet, even with the harsh glare of the Premier urging him out, an uncanny resolve descended upon him; he knew what he'd been told, and he knew what he'd seen. He turned on his heel, and faced Turaniski. "Premier, I will say it one more time. The installation you personally requested in the satellite you personally authorised the launch of is now reporting these anomalies. Following further research, we have reason to conclude that we are now under threat from invasion by the forces of Imperial Octavia." He took a deep breath, expecting his superior to begin shouting in fury at his disobedience.

Turaniski, however, did no such thing. "Your name, Comrade?"

"Me?" The aide seemed surprised at the lack of emotive explosion.

"No, the door. Of course I'm asking you."

"Oh- alright; Askyrdek Masthren, at your service!"

"Comrade Masthren, I suspect that an outburst such as that masks disloyal sentiment. Your residence, person, and relatives are henceforth subject to investigation by the Commission for Political Loyalty. You will soon be detained." Before Askyrdek could reply, he was handcuffed and dragged away.

Turaniski leaned back and pondered. Despite the impudence of the aide, the revelations were most certainly disconcerting. He picked up the phone situated on his desk, and dialled a number.

"Hello, this is Premier Turaniski. I have a request for you."
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Yamato's Earth
Mechanator flag ship

Above the orbit of the planet Mechanator Animus-6 listened for their Emperor's eventual submission to Octavian demands. As the number 1 rated Mechanator in the Imperium he was sure to get this mission completed. The single ship that he was using was a cruiser modified to allow for Animus-6 to actually be inside of it as most Octavian ships are nothing more than AI, engines, and other essentials foregoing space for crew. If Emperor Yamato had refused the cruiser would be enough to 'adjust the Emperor's opinion'. Now that he accepted the Imperium's request Animus-6 could land at the planet to give the Imperium's gifts to the Might Yamato Empire. The Uan Cruiser began to descend to the Earth below and landed a few miles outside of Gokyo in a field. From the ship Animus-6 sent his co-ordinates to the Empire's servers as well as a message...

A message from the Imperium

Hello, organics of the Yamato government. As the emissary of the Imperium I have a gift for your government. Plasteel-titanium is a light yet strong alloy which will allot your armor to survive far larger amounts of punishment. The details are in a format we believe you have the technology to reach, a USB stick. We hope that you will appreciate our gifts.


Italy

Mechanator J'eil checked the strength of his synthetic skin. It was perfect...just as what was needed for this mission. Passione was a gang with strange powers that The Paramount had taken interest in for some reason. J'eil didn't understand why his liege would want the aid of these organics, powers or not but if The Paramount wanted them they had to be assimlated in spirit or something like that. The problem was the Aquarians were also on this planet and that would complicate a direct meeting as that may cause a diplomatic incident, something that could not be afforded by the Imperium at the moment. So J'eil was ordered to wander this organic city to find this gang, gain their help and perhaps get them off planet if needed. His cover identity was Luigi Ricci, an unmarried salary-man tired of his lot and interested in getting into organized crime for the extra money. He looked as any Italian would, black hair, a skinny yet fit frame, a few scars located on his arms from an accident from his younger years, and green eyes. As he walked the streets of Venice he would be in a businessman's suit with a red tie and a particular item in his pocket. A pistol, though he much preferred to call it a mini-cannon as was custom in Octavia. The gun was non-descript, but for the most part normal for the technology level of this planet.

While walking J'eil saw something that caught his interest in an alleyway. Whatever it was it was surely the work of this gang and he moved into the alleyway gripping his pistol from inside his pants...


A tall, skinny but muscular man clad in a suit endowed with quite a number of zippers was busy talking to a civilian in a traditional business suit, alongside what he could assume was his partner with long-grey hair and dark blue clothing.
"Mr. Bucciarati, I assure you that while I can't pay you back today, I'll gladly pay you next Tuesday." He pleaded. The man he referred to as Bucciarati seemed to have a gentle, yet serious look to him, and his partner on the otherhand just seemed bored, and nonchalant on the whole situation, smoking on a cigarette.

"For a hamburger today, Wimpy?" the other, older man said, smirking slightly while Bucciarati retained his serious look, looking back at his partner.

"Abbacchio, no need for the input. I'm actually willing to take his offer." He said with a confident look, turning back to him. "You've got a wife and kids at home, Debole. You're a school teacher, for heaven's sake. You're lucky that your gambling debt originated from a casino under our control, and you're certainly lucky that it's a debt of gambling, not drugs." He lectured to him, like a mother scolding a child. Debole seemed to be slightly conflicted at this revelation himself, seeming sorry for where his life headed. He then opened a small zipper on the side of his arm, taking out a cellphone before closing the zipper and pocketing it. "But the next time you slip up, we will unfortunately have to take... a bit of collateral, per se."

"I-I'm sorry... Mr. Bucciarati, I-" Debole said before he was hushed for a moment by Bucciarati, as he then looked over to "Luigi" along with Abbacchio.

"You see that man too, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio said, Bucciarati nodding in agreement as he stepped forward.

"Indeed, Abbacchio." He said, tilting his head slightly. "Get Debole out for a moment. I'll handle this fellow."

Abbacchio briefly nodded before getting Debole back out, as he stood near a garbage bin. Bucciarati walked a few steps forward before standing with a professional manner, looking into his green eyes. "Evening, signore. You seem to have a little bit of... curiosity, as to what we are doing. Am I not correct?" He said, before narrowing his eyes to his hand.

"Don't take this situation as one of hostility. This is a timid conversation, and will only escalate if you want it to." Bucciaratistated, being somewhat confident while retaining a neutral, gentlemanly expression.

"Besides, we can tell you have a weapon. You don't look like the kind of guy to touch yourself infront of others." Abbacchio slyly joked. "And we don't blame you either. Things can be rough around here."

"But that's beside the point. What business would you inquire with us for now?" Bucciarati asked in a sincere tone.
Current year: 2000.
Since 1985, Passione has been one of the most powerful mafia syndicates and organized crime forces in Italy, possibly the world, despite having as little a 750 members, most of them gifted with extraordinary superpowers.

(This nation mainly relies on lore from the anime/manga series JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, specifically Part 5, Golden Wind. It also uses lore developed in the non-canon light novels Purple Haze Feedback and Golden Heart, Golden Ring, as well as the unrelated anime Black Lagoon. This also contains diverged lore, specifically that everyone can see and interact with stans, Giorno Giovanna never existed, and that Sorbet & Gelato never died nor investigated the boss due to conceded demands.)

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The Rapture Republic
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Postby The Rapture Republic » Fri May 01, 2020 8:04 am

Rapture, the Aquarian Empire


“Your Excellency. It has come to the Ministry’s attention that the fanatics of the Octavian Imperium are reportedly amassing their forces. We have yet to determine if they seek to engage in war with us, but it clearly noted they are planning for something big. What are your orders?” Said General Xavier Stone, Minister of Defense. “Looking at this crafted report. That clown, the Paramount is up to no good. However, we do not have the justification to ascend to any hostilities with them but my gut is telling me. The Galaxy will be more eventful then, usual. My orders shall be, inform our possessions to prep their defenses, and activate their shields, and restrict the flow of immigration, and have the Ministry of State Security work with the Trade Commission to make sure, we don’t any unwanted surprises. I do not want to put the Empire into a state of war if it can be helped. Our economy has been flourishing with the recent trade deals that have been established, and temporary suspending them would pain me.” Replied, Chancellor John Mercer sitting at his desk, enjoying a cup of tea.

“As you command.” Saluted, Stone. “If I may so ask, my liege. Do you plan on calling the Paramount to keep us, out of whatever is to come?” Asked Stone. John looking up at Stone. “Indeed. I have no reason to oppose him and his activities. I wish to take a neutral stance and have the universe burn, while we just enjoy life. I may have just called the Paramount, a clown but that is insulted at his personality. He needs to work on it. But he is a capable, efficient, and competent leader, and our relations are of indifference, and I would like it to remain that way as I would hate to do battle with the Octavians. They have grown greatly within a few centuries, and I wish not to hinder or see that progress destroyed.” Replied, John Mercer, taking another sip of his wine.

“Understood. Peace is ideal, and always be possible, unless it’s not, the war comes to force that return back to the possibility of peaceful coexistence. I shall implement my directives at once, and wish you the best with the Machine Emperor.” Xavier, left the room. “Indeed, let’s hope so. I rather this workday be slow as possible.” John said, with cautious optimism, despite Xavier already gone.


As the worlds of the Aquarian, Empire enacted the Chancellor’s orders, with their weapons hot, and generators roaring as a purple-ish glow covered their respective planets, with war fleets being commanded to patrol for any signs of hostile activity and enforce the trade and immigration restrictions. Chancellor John Mercer would look at the red phone, and dial the Paramount. “Greetings, your highness. Care to explain the recent anomalies? I wish to remain uninvolved if all things can be helped.” He said, waiting to hear the feedback.
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[|Rapture Tribune|] vonstein and mercer is kill. praise be to allah for this moment. sharia law will be officially instated.

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Postby Skyhooked » Fri May 01, 2020 10:09 am

Good ol' Skyhooked territories

The news about Octavian possible attack were something, that forced all the Council to abandon their entertainment and gather to discuss this matter in the Fullhouse - Skyhookedian capitol. All five members gathered in a lounge around the pool table and after a few moments, Stan Dixon opened the discussion - "Howdy, partners, ya'll know, why we are here. We have recently recieved a report about Octavian declaraction of conquest, which is unsettlin'. Paramount, their leader, decided to go on assimilation crusade. We know, that eventually, he's gonna invade Skyhooked."

As Stan lights up his cigar, Casey James throws away a joint stub and continues. - "So far, Technocrat clan registered anomalies during astronomical studies. They match the descriptions of the forces of Malevolent paragon Paramount, at least partially... John Walker can explain better."

-"Yes. In 18:23, we've registered an anomaly during our routine astronomical studies. At first, there was some sort of disruption, and then came the signals were similar to our own spaceship. At first, we thought, this was a glitch, but after quadruple check, with different equipment, we had to exclude technical malfunction. Together with message, this gives us the basis to assume, that Octavia will invade Earth with 94.14% probability. And with 78% probability, we will also have to deal with collaborating countries and forces. We'll begin the preparations, when they start moving at our diretion."-John Walker AI says in his slightly unsettling robotic voice.

-"Yes, this is really unsettling dudes, an I mean it. My gut says, that we must get ready for the last stand, possibly even try to root our potential collaborator forces. Now, I wonder, how do my boys fare in Venice? After all, they might be clever... ish, but they ain't specifically trained operatives. Either way, let's wait till those Octavian thingies start moving at us, and only then prepare."-Says Overboss Shawn Bjornson, as he opens a bottle of whiskey and starts drinking.

Venice, Italy.
Sure, Venice is a beautiful place with long histroy and nice culture, but Jose "Buckshot" and his men went there not for entertainment. It was a drunken game of dare between Agent Blackbird and Overboss, that led him there. Shawn bragged, that road warriors can be subtle and then it all started... Jose and his group looked a little bit like thuggish bikers and metalheads, but they were not too outlandish or suspicious. At least they were smart enough to keep their guns well concealed.

It took some time to find the meeting point. Instructions were not too clear, but they eventually found the "Man in blue", they were supposed to meet, so he would escort them without raising suspicion. Jose approached one of the "cops", and asked a question about direction to some place, which is in fact a code phrase. After a short dialogue of code phrases, they arrived to the meeting point, and were locked and loaded for a briefing.
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Skyhooked is MT/PMT with a few FT elements. Military is factbook only. NS stats are mostly non canon.
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Our country offers: Alcohol, guns, cigars, weed, gambling, beaches and tons of souvenirs. And our current special: PL-74 Plasma rifle 25% discount!

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Moralistic Democracy

Postby The-International Space Organization » Fri May 01, 2020 10:44 am


UNITED GOVERNMENT MILITARY INTELLIGENCE OBSERVATION POST U.N-435

Observation Post U.N-435 was one of many observation posts, the United Government had scattered around it's territory- Observing the universe as it shifted and changed. Fleet movements. Political shifts. Distant battles, few of which concerned the United Government- Until a fairly minor power [that the ISO had ear-marked for observation, if only so they could extort them for money later], began fleet movements parrelel to an invasion. 435's intelligence crew had quickly shifted focus, turning heavy code-breakers and a variety of AI to the job. A fairly low grade infiltration AI, operating under the guise of a network relay, had been the first to collect the video, and then pass it on-
Imperial-Octavia wrote:"My people! Today is a fantastic day for the Imperium! Our Imperium has entered a new era of expansion refusing to stop for the organic empires around us!" ... "The organic nations fear us, they fear the notion of something being superior to them and yet refuse to accept our gift of assimlaton! But why you ask? Why do they hate us for being better than them and yet refuse the tools we want to give them to improve their poor organic lives? It is because they do not know better our children! They do not know what benefits it will reap them and they refuse to believe us for they see us as the enemy! We are not their enemies! They are their own! This is why us Octavians who have seen the light must civilize the galaxy! We must civilize the galaxy for their sake! We must civilize the galaxy for our own sake! And so let it be said that today, Ocranious 30th, 2420 that your liege has declared the Imperium's mission for the upcoming years is to civilize the poor, organic, masses! All hail to this glorious Imperium that we have nourished! All hail to you, our people, who have heeded my every command and request! And all hail to the many Mechanators who have kept order in our borders!"
- From there, the AI had quickly passed it along to the intelligence outpost, who had passed it up through the military command structure. The report wasn't that critical, all things considered, but the combination of a wide-reaching invasion and the fact the nation in question had already been marked by the ISO for observation, had shifted the priorities about a tad bit more. When it had landed in the inbox of a military governor, a few hours later, he had promptly forwarded it even further up the chain of command. Even if it was a minor power, he couldn't make the decision all on his own at this point, with how the ISO might take interest as-well. From there, the message had gotten caught in a mid-level office, as it got passed around like a hot potato through the levels of the United Government, until it, eventually, got up to the highest echelons of the United Government- Who had promptly forwarded it to the Multi-Species Galactic Alliance, and then the process had started all over again, even with the label 'priority'. Of course, that had forwarded the priority up a bit more... But not enough to get anything done, quickly, before it had finally landed in the lap of a low ranking Military Councilor... Where, finally, something would be done about it.
"This is far more a matter for two nations than the whole of the MSGA. Admittedly, it does intrigue me more than it would the ISO at this point..." The councilor paused, looking around the darkened room which he had co-opted for this video conference. "The simple solution is to observe for a bit longer, and see how the sides align. If Octavia gains any major territory, we shall intervene then."

"But, councilor," one of the representatives interjected, "the reports from the United Government do show the Octavians are gaining territory- Maybe a few systems at the moment, but they will begin to snowball if they are allowed to continue unimpeded. And if I remember correctly, one of our governments has had a previous issue with the Octavian Government, or at-least a sub-element of it."

"That would be correct. I believe the ISO has previously... Levied taxes on a member of their government, without payment ever being received."

"That would be correct, Councilor. A modest fee, when the deal was first signed, but going to war over taxes? I could never justify it in the budget."

"Who said we would be going to war? I need five ships. They have no major space-fairing allies, and our prior observation of their fleet movements indicate nothing on the level of an Elephant, let alone a cruiser."

"... Interesting. Do tell us more, Councilor."
ISO FLEET ANCHORAGE 'LAST CHANCE', FINITY'S END

MOVEMENT NOTICE - MSGA REQUESTS FOLLOWING SHIPS, 'IOWA' 'YAMATO' 'ARK ROYAL' 'BISMARCK' FOR IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT - CAPTAIN GRAYSON REQUESTED FOR COMMAND OF TASK-FORCE, TO BE OPERATING UNDER COMMAND OF UNITED GOVERNMENT COMMANDER BULWARK - MOVEMENT PRIORITY TWO-TWO-ONE-TWO - WARP-PATH VIA EIGHT-SIX-SIX-EIGHT-SIX - LAUNCH IN 24 HOURS
Grayson looked up from the message, again, as workers scurried about on the dock surrounding the monstrous Elephant. Huge modules, filled to the brim with all the things needed to sustain a campaign, being rushed into place as crews loaded other modules with fighters, tanks- Troops somewhere else in the anchorage loading into barracks pods, even as he sighed. It was going to be interesting, that was for sure... He'd read the few reports they had, but he had a feeling nothing would truly prepare him for what was about to happen. He shook his head, then turned to an officer on the bridge. "Will we make the launch window?"

"Aye aye captain. We'll be underway in 22 hours."

"Good. And what of the time to get to the rally point?"

"Shouldn't be too long captain. Only two or three days."

"Right. Keep me informed."

"Aye aye, sir."
THE EDGE OF OCTAVIAN SPACE - BRIDGE OF THE ERVAN CRUISER 'STARFURY'

It was with a subtle movement through space the Planet class cruiser was expelled into existence again- The crew quickly bringing it into check, as the cruiser swung into orbit around the system's sun, sitting at a safe distance. "Captain, communications says they're ready to transmit." An officer stated, as Bulwark nodded.

"Audio only, Communications. Patch it into my helm's system." He paused a moment, before the communications officer flashed him an 'OK' sign. Bulwark clearing his throat-
Communication to: Octavia / Allies :
This is an official notice to the Octavian Government and it's allies. Your expansion has been noted by the United Government, and this ship has been sent to monitor your expansion to ensure the safety of the United Government and it's allies. Any hostile action taken against this ship will result in hostile action being taken against your relative governments, to ensure the safety of this vessel. There will be a fifteen million Kilometer exclusion radius around this vessel, in all directions. Any vessel that violates this boundary will be given two warning shots, and then destroyed. The United Government thanks you for your co-operation.
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Auraverse » Fri May 01, 2020 11:26 am

MAGNUS Abstraction Grid, Deep Foldspace



Everything was white.

It was often simply called “the room” by the scant few to visit. The Director himself had never really bothered with a name - it was… a retreat, of sorts. Nothing physical, mind you - in a situation where conventional space mattered so laughably little, an area of geographical isolation wasn’t difficult to find. No, this was an area of peace and quiet - from the humdrum of realspace at large, as well as some of the more pressing intricacies of MAGNUS’ internal structure. A place apart, and yet not really a place at all, in the traditional sense.

As mentioned previously, it was white.

Not the walls, because there were no walls. Or ceiling, sky, or anything comparable. No floor - though the chair in which Hatlen now securely sat seemed rather solidly perched, despite the fact that it technically floated in a featureless, unending expanse of white. It was a wiry, ornate little thing, mirroring the colour palette of its environment. Beside it stood - or perhaps floated - a table, bearing a similar design. Atop that sat a tray, bearing a teapot and a cup. The liquid within was the one of the few touches of colour in the formless void - as the Director lifted the delicate vessel past the hem of his colourless coat and to his pale lips, he mused on the reasoning behind such a thing. White was… clinical. Sterile. Calming. This place didn’t have to be white, of course - he knew, always, that it was blue in principle. That was just the way of things. But the whiteness served as an anchor of sorts.

Now, he allowed it to give way.

At his behest, the chamber darkened… but it was not the darkness borne from absence of light. Indeed, there was no light here in the traditional sense - photons were a bit of a pain to simulate, and vectored rays didn’t quite have the same sort of charm to them, so he went without it. No, here the walls themselves simply became something they hadn’t been prior. And that something was, at first glance, the vastness of space - inky black void, speckled with points of light. And yet, were an astronomer to be handed a panorama snapshot of every available position in every available corner of every visible universe, and the lifespan and cognitive means to process and compare them, they would find that this particular vista corresponded to no such arrangement. No familiar constellations, no patterns of extant note.

Still, Hatlen knew each and every one of those pinpricks of light for what it was - a reference-point. A pointer on a map of his own creation - locales of note, areas in which interest might be vested… it was a false universe, and yet a fully-fledged one, created for nothing more than to help the Director keep track of matters he personally found curious.

And one rather specific pinprick caught his attention on this particular occasion - a faint nod, and the un-room came whizzing towards him at speeds that made light look positively immobile. Standing from his chair, he paid no heed as the white wireframe dissolved into nothing. He stepped past the fractal mess of colourshifts, wove through the countless stars streaking past like lances of light…

His feet found solid ground.

A breeze rustled his hair - he let it, on this occasion. Reaching out, he grabbed a singular fragment of plant matter, wafting in the wind. It had once been a blade of grass. As he stared at it, the space between his fingers took on a somewhat warped look - the tiny green scrap crumpled up into a singular point, and was no more. Turning his attention to his surroundings at large, he took in select details.

A grove of trees, mere meters away - they towered above him, easily several dozen meters from ground to crown. A neatly-paved path, on which his feet now rested - he had grown somewhat unaccustomed to the sensation of solid ground.

A familiar, angular structure at the very end of the aforementioned path. He knew it well - he’d drafted up the exact design metrics himself. In a way, he’d personally built it. Above the sealed, hex-patterned door, an ornate emblem mirrored the design on his coat’s breast pocket. He walked, unhurriedly, following the path to that selfsame door. And through it - no point in wasting time and energy on such trivial formalities. He walked through the stark-white lobby, paying no heed to the figures hurrying past him. None took notice - unconsciously avoiding him, but never quite acknowledging the gaunt, white-haired figure. Finally, he paused in the room’s center - taking in the bustle, the scores of faces and occasional, conspicuous lack thereof, he looked beyond.

Ziamon Prime would be the site of… something. That much was certain. Something worthy of the vesting of curiosity. The air twisted subtly… and once more, the Director stood in the void of space. The real thing, this time - far below him, the vibrant atmosphere of the planet on which he’d just stood continued to swirl. Surprisingly, his feet still had purchase - gravity be damned, he now stood on what appeared to be a scrap of unspecified, but certainly solid, matter. It floated alongside countless like it, in a vaguely disk-shaped mass - an oddity, considering the relatively recent colonization efforts undertaken on the planet below. Debris should certainly not have accumulated this quickly, especially in a civilization that had long-since progressed past the pressing need for non-reusable spaceflight. And indeed, debris it was not - as Hatlen hopped and skipped from chunk to chunk, the systems unifying the various seemingly free-floating pieces responded. They lined up, forming a makeshift path of sorts - skips became hops, hops became steps. Hatlen didn’t actually need physical purchase, per se, but he walked along the path regardless, subject to a force of gravity that shouldn’t rightfully have existed. At the end of the path, there was a… door? An opening, at any rate - perhaps not in the traditional sense, but one that was open to him. He stepped on through - out of the black void, and into another stark white room. The walls were lined with hexagonal protrusions - humming in unison, and radiating a soft white light. No door was apparent - indeed, what he had just stepped through appeared to be little more save yet another section of wall.

The ship - for indeed, despite appearances and assertions, the haphazard cloud of debris the Director had just played hopscotch on was a ship - did not have a single, direct control center in the traditional sense. This room came close. Sliding his hand over select hexagonal protrusions, Hatlen whispered syllables that, by all accounts, should not have been plausibly-utterable merely by the action of air on vocal chords. Considering his rather colourful internal anatomy, it was likely that they weren’t. But now, the die had been cast… preparations, such as they were, had been completed. He could return planetside, of course. Inform the personnel of the outpost as to exactly what was going to happen, and how they were to prepare for it… but that would defeat the whole purpose of the happening. And so, content with what he had wrought, he once again found himself in the formless white expanse. There had been no transition for his entry - and indeed, no transition for the reappearance of the chair, table, and half-finished cup of tea. They were simply present once again. The Director sat, and picked up the cup once more as though nothing had happened. On the grand scale of things, that was more or less the case - the happenings were yet to come.

Hatlen allowed himself a smile. This was going to be entertaining.
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Featuring soul weaponization, rampant existential dread and a three-way power struggle between a band of technologically-ascendant scientists, a sprawling bureaucratic space polity and a nomadic sun-cult wielding precursor technology.

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Ex-Nation

Postby Sildorian Empire » Fri May 01, 2020 11:26 am

Mal Zianam, Ziamon Prime
The Ferbanite Colony of Ziamon Prime was, despite its strategic location and generous share of natural resources, an unimportant asset to Utaris. It was nowhere close to the Core, it was a frontier colony and more importantly it was Ferbanite. An experiment for a species that had nearly killed itself off in a crisis only a few rotations ago. But it had one thing going on for it. It was young, and it was one of the most ripe Worlds the Surveyors' Guild had come across. How the Avarians hadn’t got there first, none knew.

On this particular day, it was an unfortunate Visto’fane Rophyte who came to do what should have been his regular duty. As the patron of IVC Mal Zianam, the ship that had carried the majority of his fellow settlers to the World, he was in charge of the affairs of what was, at least formally, his colony. Of course this was only a formality; nearly everything was done by the colony ship’s quasi-Self Aware Artificial Intelligence. On a regular day, all ‘Fane had to do was to ensure the AI was not malfunctioning to a point even a layman such as himself could notice, and that beyond the regular complaints made by the colonists about the foreign, barely-understood Scientists studying them from a distance as though they were just some primitive civilization, there was nothing happening that could be considered beyond the AI’s programming. He appreciated his job on the regular day: no such incident had occurred in the last few Star Rotations he had been here. Today was, however, not his day.

It was not a regular occurence, what was in front of him, on the wall-covering Interface. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was that he was seeing, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. His first intuition was to ignore it. It’s the nature of the Ferbanite to put aside what he does not know. He knew better though. One did not ignore something that could endanger the lives of thousands. “What am I looking at?” he threw around. The AI responded in its artificially feminine voice. “If I knew, surely I would not have marked it as an anomaly.” It sounded robotic and toneless as usual, but ‘Fane knew the AI would have made her tone miffed if it had the ability to.

“That thing is no anomaly” he corrected, just as he was cursing himself in his mind for his thoughtlessness; it was a fool who made an enemy of the Artificial Intelligence that had near-total control of the lives of half a million, his own included. “Surveyors deal with anomalies. Researchers deal with anomalies. Colony governors don’t.” The AI responded with the same tone “Regardless, Governor Rophyte, the nature and identity of whatever we see is beyond my current understanding.”

“Fine, fine. Just open a channel to the Ziamon Starbase”, he said, waving aside the AI’s commentary. ‘Fane never enjoyed what was going to happen next. As governor, he was duty-bound to contact the System Starbase twelve times a Standard Rotation. He’d sent a short missive the last six times, but sometimes, things are just that important. It was a short -tall for her species and sex, but short nonetheless-, stoic and professional-looking Silda that blinked into a holographic pojection on the command table in front of him less than a second after he’d issued his command. There was no way the AI had patched the officer through this fast. Jaggora cur'Sene and the Commander of the Ziamon Starbase, was a bland fellow. Her post was for the most part eventless, partially why it was coveted by many. “Govenor Rophyte” she greeted, simply and without ceremony, confirmed what ‘Fane was about to ask. “I know just as much as you about what we are seeing.”

‘Fane seethed. Dealing with the Silda was difficult in general. Dealing with those -annoyingly, more than a few Silda- who were gifted with Precognition even moreso.


Utaris District, Sildora Prime
News had a way of moving around in the Sildorian Empire. Officially, there was a chain of command to go through. There was that World’s Starbase, the Sector’s Bastion, and finally the Central Command Center in Sila itself. It wouldn’t even reach the Archon’s personal desk until that point. When a Frontier World made a point of notifying its Starbase of an anomaly that was beyond the understanding of its AI though, the Commander in charge of the starbase in question couldn’t particularly be blamed for bending the rules and mentioning it, telepathically, to her good friend Thannatis vur'Muntis. That Thannatis -who they both knew would be intrigued by his friend’s new discovery- just happened to be the Major in charge of the Sila System’s Starbase was just a coincidence.

Thannatis immediately saw what Rophyte and Jaggora hadn’t seen. That was no ‘anomaly’. It was nothing more than a ridiculously high spike of energy read from a nameless system halfway across the Galaxy. He had no reason to make a point of this, as the Uncharted Galaxy was uncharted for a reason. But like his friend Jaggora, Thannatic happened to have precognition, and he had a bad feeling about this.

Regardless, one thing led to the other, and less than a Standard Rotation after the beginning of Rophyte’s bad day, the Xenomorph Guild, still busy dealing with the mess made by the Gamma Menace in Nicor, had a new dossier on its desk: The Delta Menace.
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Postby Visoran » Fri May 01, 2020 11:33 am

PROCESSING HUB 00
The vast processing hub of 00 hummed, as unknowable amounts of data flooded through the information hub, filtering through information at a speed that would fry other computer systems. A particular thread clamored for attention in the perfectly organized web of motivation, as 001 picked it from the perfectly organized layers with ease. Playing the thread through the needed processors, with an interest thread pinging.
Imperial-Octavia wrote:snip
An unexpected variable, but not the most unwelcome. Even if it was only a proto-hivemind, this might mark the beginnings of a probable integration in the future.

001 shifted, as orders flowed through the vast Hivemind with ease, a limb twitching as a fleet was prepared for movement. Five ships, an aptly sized scout fleet. Enough units to aptly gain an access corridor into the situation, and then solidify the intelligence. Another thread quickly dragged 001's attention away, however, as the fleet was left to complete it's maneuver and arrivals. Other tasks had to be finished, and a proto-hivemind was not the most critical thing for the Hivemind to deal with. An un-quantifiable number of other tasks had to be finished. Wars to be completed. Ships to be finished. Societies to be integrated. This would be a minor diversion for a fraction of a fraction. Now, onto other tasks.

OCTAVIAN SPACE


The five box-shaped ships slid into existence on the edge of Octavian space, with no visible identification of how they had arrived, how they had moved- Or even what nation they belonged to. A subtle input from somewhere, and one of the ships began a simple broadcast.

The Visoran offers aid to the Octavian Government. Inform this communications line where assets are needed, and they shall be re-located to serve the purpose.


The message was simple, and seemingly geared directly into Octavian frequencies- No explanations offered, leaving the 'ships' floating in space...
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Postby Gladian Imperium » Fri May 01, 2020 11:57 am

The Imperator's Stronghold, Approximately 1,000ly above the Galactic Plane of Kair

Warmaster Lutherus was...anxious. It was rare that the Imperator himself call for his presence, in spite of his position at the upper echelons of the Imperium's government. Yet here the Gladian was, near the heart of the Stronghold itself, a vast, ancient structure floating in deep space. After being briefly halted by the final line of Praetors, he was ushered through the final bulkhead, and into the Throne Room.

Lutherus had to contain his surprise, even after all these years. Even though the average Gladian already towered at five meters tall, Imperator Kuross was enormous, standing at seven meters tall. A size that, according to certain rumors, warranted treatment from Federation medical personnel to ensure he stayed healthy, even with his apparently grueling day-to-day routines. Lutherus could not help but feel like a child again, visiting his Grandfather's lodge...but that was the past, and this was the present.

"Warmaster, thank you for coming." The Imperator said, standing up from his perch.
"It's been some time, Your Highness. What matters request my attention?" Lutherus asked, straightening and saluting Kuross.

At this question, the Imperator sighed. "As you are well aware, we have long since established connections with universes beyond our own. It would seem as though there are matters that now warrant our attention."

"Is it the Decepticons? The Crucilandians? Has the ISO turned on us?"

Kuross fell silent.

"No. You don't happen to know of an incident with the Trifexian ship "67-KG-EM", do you?"
"Not entirely, the Cymopolian Theater had that under their control."
"I see. Several months ago, the Trifexian Battleship was dispatched to initiate first contact with an "Imperial Octavia". The system housing the colony disappeared, and this set off a chain of events that led to the meeting between the Alliance and the ISO. We've received...reports, from the Gateway Perimeter, that this same nation is beginning to mobilize and invade the surrounding space."
"And we're being sent to...stop this?"
"Well, yes, but also no. You'll be commanding the 800th Armada, and will be accompanied by six Warminds. As of now, we see no reason to attack directly...but that may change."
"I see. When do I depart?"
"Three days. I suggest you bid your farewells to your friends and family, you'll be gone for a while. Farewell, Warmaster Lutherus."
"Farewell, Your Highness. Long live the Imperium, through Peace and War."
With that, the Warmaster was escorted out of the Stronghold. Several days later, the 800th Armada would be released from its shackles, backed by the 709th and 57th Support Fleets, inbound towards the massive Phase-Gate constructed by Trifexian vessels a scant month earlier.

Federation Virchworld
The Tavern was crowded, with some kind of shanty being played from an unknown source. Various patrons either drank and ate, danced, or partook in various shenaniganry ranging from arm wrestling to duels. In one secluded corner of the room, a group of rather unique individuals sat around a sturdy oak table. A Jester, an alarmingly large and buff frog, a hamster smelling vaguely of berries, a gunslinger, a shotgun-wielding templar, and a cloud of some kind of aerosol. Respectively, these were the Mark VIII Warminds ['Twas But A Jest], [Hippity Hoppity], [Elderberry-Scented Hamsters], [Ol' Reliable], [Malicious and Religious Shotgun-Loading], and [BugSpray].

"Sae, th' higher ups ur sending us tae gang squish some primitives?" The hamster asked, perching on the Jester's shoulder.
"Not entirely. We're to cooperate with the 800th Armada, from the Gladian Imperium, to intervene in the affairs of this "Octavia" should they pose a threat to our operations in Cymopolia." The Gunslinger replied, polishing his trusty revolver.
"Baaah, the Decepticons are a bigger threat then them. Nidavellir could obliterate anything within fifty light years of it!" The frog exclaimed, slamming a webbed forelimb on the table.
"Aye, but what if 't be true those gents endeth up causing a domino effect? sayeth yond those gents elect, f'r some reasoneth, to engage the reclaim'rs and new circle? we wouldst has't to engage those folk then. Wherefore not nip those folk in the bud, bef're yond risketh occurs?" The Jester says, shuffling a deck of cards.
The Templar is silent, they merely load their shotgun and cock it, giving a grunt that could be interpreted as "I don't care, I just want to kick some ass."
"There issssss no reassssson to argue. We have been given ordersssss and are meant to follow them. Let ussssss meet our companionssss at the Gate, and let the powerssss that be decide our coursssse." The cloud hisses.
As one, all six Avatars stand and leave the Tavern, transferring back to their identical hulls, and jumping through the Catapult Relay at maximum priority, arriving at the Phase Gate within a matter of minutes.

Extraversal Defence Perimeter, Linnaeris
Linnaeris was a comparatively-quiet galaxy. However, one segment had been disrupted. The Trifexian Network had, over the course of several months, constructed and activated a Phase Gate into their universe. Far larger than the Terminus Gate, at 10 AU across, the vast, abstract distortion was constantly releasing and receiving vessels of all shapes and sizes.

This rather uniform flow of traffic was disrupted, traffic control servers suddenly routing people around a large corridor in the Gate. Soon after, the massive 800th Armada, followed by the six Warminds, cleared the foggy expanse at record speeds, coming to a halt near the outer edges of the Perimeter.

The cards were being laid out on the table, and the Alliance was ready for war...although it wouldn't happen just yet.
An Ancient Galaxy, wracked by cataclysmic war.
A venerable empire, fallen from grace.
New Allies, some older, some younger.
Once more, the Universe opens its gates to the Gladian Imperium


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Postby Imperial-Octavia » Fri May 01, 2020 1:10 pm

Il Passione wrote:
Imperial-Octavia wrote:
Yamato's Earth
Mechanator flag ship

Above the orbit of the planet Mechanator Animus-6 listened for their Emperor's eventual submission to Octavian demands. As the number 1 rated Mechanator in the Imperium he was sure to get this mission completed. The single ship that he was using was a cruiser modified to allow for Animus-6 to actually be inside of it as most Octavian ships are nothing more than AI, engines, and other essentials foregoing space for crew. If Emperor Yamato had refused the cruiser would be enough to 'adjust the Emperor's opinion'. Now that he accepted the Imperium's request Animus-6 could land at the planet to give the Imperium's gifts to the Might Yamato Empire. The Uan Cruiser began to descend to the Earth below and landed a few miles outside of Gokyo in a field. From the ship Animus-6 sent his co-ordinates to the Empire's servers as well as a message...

A message from the Imperium

Hello, organics of the Yamato government. As the emissary of the Imperium I have a gift for your government. Plasteel-titanium is a light yet strong alloy which will allot your armor to survive far larger amounts of punishment. The details are in a format we believe you have the technology to reach, a USB stick. We hope that you will appreciate our gifts.


Italy

Mechanator J'eil checked the strength of his synthetic skin. It was perfect...just as what was needed for this mission. Passione was a gang with strange powers that The Paramount had taken interest in for some reason. J'eil didn't understand why his liege would want the aid of these organics, powers or not but if The Paramount wanted them they had to be assimlated in spirit or something like that. The problem was the Aquarians were also on this planet and that would complicate a direct meeting as that may cause a diplomatic incident, something that could not be afforded by the Imperium at the moment. So J'eil was ordered to wander this organic city to find this gang, gain their help and perhaps get them off planet if needed. His cover identity was Luigi Ricci, an unmarried salary-man tired of his lot and interested in getting into organized crime for the extra money. He looked as any Italian would, black hair, a skinny yet fit frame, a few scars located on his arms from an accident from his younger years, and green eyes. As he walked the streets of Venice he would be in a businessman's suit with a red tie and a particular item in his pocket. A pistol, though he much preferred to call it a mini-cannon as was custom in Octavia. The gun was non-descript, but for the most part normal for the technology level of this planet.

While walking J'eil saw something that caught his interest in an alleyway. Whatever it was it was surely the work of this gang and he moved into the alleyway gripping his pistol from inside his pants...


A tall, skinny but muscular man clad in a suit endowed with quite a number of zippers was busy talking to a civilian in a traditional business suit, alongside what he could assume was his partner with long-grey hair and dark blue clothing.
"Mr. Bucciarati, I assure you that while I can't pay you back today, I'll gladly pay you next Tuesday." He pleaded. The man he referred to as Bucciarati seemed to have a gentle, yet serious look to him, and his partner on the otherhand just seemed bored, and nonchalant on the whole situation, smoking on a cigarette.

"For a hamburger today, Wimpy?" the other, older man said, smirking slightly while Bucciarati retained his serious look, looking back at his partner.

"Abbacchio, no need for the input. I'm actually willing to take his offer." He said with a confident look, turning back to him. "You've got a wife and kids at home, Debole. You're a school teacher, for heaven's sake. You're lucky that your gambling debt originated from a casino under our control, and you're certainly lucky that it's a debt of gambling, not drugs." He lectured to him, like a mother scolding a child. Debole seemed to be slightly conflicted at this revelation himself, seeming sorry for where his life headed. He then opened a small zipper on the side of his arm, taking out a cellphone before closing the zipper and pocketing it. "But the next time you slip up, we will unfortunately have to take... a bit of collateral, per se."

"I-I'm sorry... Mr. Bucciarati, I-" Debole said before he was hushed for a moment by Bucciarati, as he then looked over to "Luigi" along with Abbacchio.

"You see that man too, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio said, Bucciarati nodding in agreement as he stepped forward.

"Indeed, Abbacchio." He said, tilting his head slightly. "Get Debole out for a moment. I'll handle this fellow."

Abbacchio briefly nodded before getting Debole back out, as he stood near a garbage bin. Bucciarati walked a few steps forward before standing with a professional manner, looking into his green eyes. "Evening, signore. You seem to have a little bit of... curiosity, as to what we are doing. Am I not correct?" He said, before narrowing his eyes to his hand.

"Don't take this situation as one of hostility. This is a timid conversation, and will only escalate if you want it to." Bucciaratistated, being somewhat confident while retaining a neutral, gentlemanly expression.

"Besides, we can tell you have a weapon. You don't look like the kind of guy to touch yourself infront of others." Abbacchio slyly joked. "And we don't blame you either. Things can be rough around here."

"But that's beside the point. What business would you inquire with us for now?" Bucciarati asked in a sincere tone.

Italy

J'eil looked at the men in front of him for a moment discreetly scanning them for any secretly held weapons or any other surprises they had in hand while at the same time wondering what sort of criminal enterprise this was. Judging by their clothes it didn't seem like the most... wholesome type of crime (Seriously what was he doing wearing zippers all over himself?). After he was done scanning he spoke with a certain roughness to his voice, almost stereotypically mafioso like, "Name's Luigi Ricci, heard there was some good money to be made in your business. I'm interested. What's a man gotta do to get in Passione?"

American Pere Housh wrote:Chancellor's Office, Planet of Corusant

Chancellor Isabella Jones is going over some paperwork when one of her aides enters her office with a datapad in hand, "Chancellor Jones, you may want to see this. Its from our embassy in the Octavian Imperium. Apparently they want us to join their Empire." The aide hands the datapad to the Chancellor of the Galactic Theocratic Republic.

Isabella begins reading the message with amusement on her face before speaking to the aide, "They are fools if they think we will join them but we will humor them. Send them a message asking that a representative be sent about a possible alliance between our two nations." The aide walks out of the office to do as the Chancellor commanded.

To the Paramont of the Octavian Imperium

I, Chancellor Isabella Jones, would like to enter into a military and economic alliance between our nations. We ask that a representative be sent to discuss this possible alliance. We have seen what your military can do but we are not scared for the Republic's Armed Forces is mighty and powerful. We may be organics as you know us but we know war and know it well. We await message.

Chancellor Isabella Jones of the Galactic Theocratic Republic of American Pere Housh


The Paramount's Palace

The Paramount was managing the Imperium when suddenly a message was wired to his Aetherfeed and it was from a mostly unknown empire. American Pere Housh. The Paramount read their message and was surprised to find they wanted to be allied. Though he would normally reject any organic offer of alliance this was a special occasion considering a few planned events. The Paramount allowed a AI to make a response while he took a call...

Official Message from the Octavian Imperium
Octavia will accept your gracious offer and hopes that our alliance grants both of us power and prestige beyond imagine. That is all


The Rapture Republic wrote:Rapture, the Aquarian Empire


“Your Excellency. It has come to the Ministry’s attention that the fanatics of the Octavian Imperium are reportedly amassing their forces. We have yet to determine if they seek to engage in war with us, but it clearly noted they are planning for something big. What are your orders?” Said General Xavier Stone, Minister of Defense. “Looking at this crafted report. That clown, the Paramount is up to no good. However, we do not have the justification to ascend to any hostilities with them but my gut is telling me. The Galaxy will be more eventful then, usual. My orders shall be, inform our possessions to prep their defenses, and activate their shields, and restrict the flow of immigration, and have the Ministry of State Security work with the Trade Commission to make sure, we don’t any unwanted surprises. I do not want to put the Empire into a state of war if it can be helped. Our economy has been flourishing with the recent trade deals that have been established, and temporary suspending them would pain me.” Replied, Chancellor John Mercer sitting at his desk, enjoying a cup of tea.

“As you command.” Saluted, Stone. “If I may so ask, my liege. Do you plan on calling the Paramount to keep us, out of whatever is to come?” Asked Stone. John looking up at Stone. “Indeed. I have no reason to oppose him and his activities. I wish to take a neutral stance and have the universe burn, while we just enjoy life. I may have just called the Paramount, a clown but that is insulted at his personality. He needs to work on it. But he is a capable, efficient, and competent leader, and our relations are of indifference, and I would like it to remain that way as I would hate to do battle with the Octavians. They have grown greatly within a few centuries, and I wish not to hinder or see that progress destroyed.” Replied, John Mercer, taking another sip of his wine.

“Understood. Peace is ideal, and always be possible, unless it’s not, the war comes to force that return back to the possibility of peaceful coexistence. I shall implement my directives at once, and wish you the best with the Machine Emperor.” Xavier, left the room. “Indeed, let’s hope so. I rather this workday be slow as possible.” John said, with cautious optimism, despite Xavier already gone.


As the worlds of the Aquarian, Empire enacted the Chancellor’s orders, with their weapons hot, and generators roaring as a purple-ish glow covered their respective planets, with war fleets being commanded to patrol for any signs of hostile activity and enforce the trade and immigration restrictions. Chancellor John Mercer would look at the red phone, and dial the Paramount. “Greetings, your highness. Care to explain the recent anomalies? I wish to remain uninvolved if all things can be helped.” He said, waiting to hear the feedback.

The Paramount held back a groan. Though Octavian-Aquarian relations had cooled down it did not stop him from absolutely despising Mercer for his previous jabs at Octavia. Though mostly verbal having someone insult the paradise you had tried to build was highly annoying. For the sake of peace he had held back his distaste of Mercer and spoke, "This is just a small expansion of the Imperial borders is all, nothing should come of it unless we are otherwise provoked."

Across Imperium

Hobbes dystopia wrote:The Shard, First City of the Dystopia:
Kalvin Van Reeper looked astonished at the motionless screen in the hands of his advisor. "An Alliance?! With an empire that hopes to assimilate every sentient being? That is complete madness!"
"Yes, Chairman. But I am afraid we have no other choice."
"To resist and fight is not a choice, then?"- Asked Van Reeper.
Before the advisor could answer, they heard a metallic chuckle coming from one of the robotic servants.
"You humans are so hopeless"-He said-"You find a civilization hundreds of lightyears ahead of us, capable of giving us what we need to prevail, and what is your reaction? Panicking and preparing to resist. "
Van Reeper stood still, his resentment at the owner of the voice rising within him.
"How dare you speaking this way to your master, Central Mind!? We created you, and you will do as we say."- Van Reeper shouted.
"You created me because you knew that humans are fallible and that only machines can reason clearly. If you want to resist, go ahead! Nerve gas and orbital bombardments do not concern me, but I doubt you will survive them."
Van Reeper sighed. He knew that the Central Mind was right, they could not hope to resist an Interstellar empire like this one.
"Very well"- He calmly replied-" We shall ally ourselves with them, but first we must warn the people."

War memorial, First City of the Dystopia:
"Today is a great day for the Dystopia, my people! We have established contact with a powerful Interstellar power and they will help us to achieve our rightful place, as leaders of this planet and even of the entire solar system! Soon our great scientists will have new technologies at their disposal, our military will be unstoppable! Long live to the Dystopia! Ad Astra!"
The people cheered enthusiastically, rejoicing at the future power promised by the Chairman.
"It is done. And may the stars help us, because I cannot." Van Reeper thought to himself.

The Hobbes Dystopia received quite a similar treatment to the Mighty Yamato Empire except with a larger vessel, a much larger one in fact. The Voidscreamer Dreadnought. Grand Mechanator H'Krell was sent personally to talk to the AI which lead the Dystopia. As a fellow synthetic it deserved a higher emissary or at least until they could get Yamato to assimlate themselves. The Voidscreamer entered the atmosphere of the planet above Hobbian territory as a landing craft sent H'Krell down to the nation's capital and began moving towards a government building hopefully holding the Central Mind

Communication to: Octavia / Allies :
This is an official notice to the Octavian Government and it's allies. Your expansion has been noted by the United Government, and this ship has been sent to monitor your expansion to ensure the safety of the United Government and it's allies. Any hostile action taken against this ship will result in hostile action being taken against your relative governments, to ensure the safety of this vessel. There will be a fifteen million Kilometer exclusion radius around this vessel, in all directions. Any vessel that violates this boundary will be given two warning shots, and then destroyed. The United Government thanks you for your co-operation.
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The 14th Octavian fleet was newly fabricated as to help the expansion of Octavian space. As they made their way to the latest system system they were meant to conquer they can across something unexpected. 1 massive ship
would be standing in wait and sent them a message speaking of some United Government and a 15 million kilometer exclusion radius. Luckily for the fleet they were outside that radius, but unluckily it would be take extra time to advance without violating that limit. The incident was transmitted to Octavian high command as the fleet began calculating a alternative route...

Visoran wrote: PROCESSING HUB 00


The five box-shaped ships slid into existence on the edge of Octavian space, with no visible identification of how they had arrived, how they had moved- Or even what nation they belonged to. A subtle input from somewhere, and one of the ships began a simple broadcast.

The Visoran offers aid to the Octavian Government. Inform this communications line where assets are needed, and they shall be re-located to serve the purpose.
.

A Mechanator ship detected the Visoran message and upon seeing their craft the Mechanator was quite confuse. After a few seconds of scanning the Mechanator got a notification telling of another threat and an idea grew in the Mechanator's mind.

A message from a emissary of the Imperium
Hello Visoran allies. The Imperium would like you to watch the United Government at our border. We sing wish for you to monitor them.
Hail to the Imperium!
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"See, it moved!" vocalized the inky black cloud of nanite matter that was captain S. A. Munoz. Jabbing a gloved finger towards the screen in front of him which now displayed two white pips instead of one, several other clouds scattered from Munoz's "body" and the bridge of the Fabel erupted in cheering. After a week of galactic patrol duty, Scouting Division One had finally picked up a noticeable spike in Extraspatial interference, or as the crew of the Fabel liked to call it, "some proper [Expletive recated]ing entertainment!" After all, there's only so many games of ⬧︎,♋︎❍︎◻︎,●︎♏︎⧫︎,♏︎⌧︎⧫︎-dimensional chess a ⬧︎,♋︎❍︎◻︎,●︎♏︎⧫︎,♏︎⌧︎⧫︎-dimensional Initiative officer can play before boredom starts taking hold.

Some money changed "hands" before the ecstatic bridge crew returned to their stations. Though bearing the Escherian exterior of a modern Initiative vessel, the Fabel was an older ship of an older class built to house the bipedal Initiative humans of times long gone. Three-dimensional photon screens, bulkheads, boxy rooms. Munoz didn't like it but the RSS Fabel was still his ship. "Get me Mann on the line," instructed the captain, turning to face a communications officer. Mere picoseconds later Munoz's view would be obstructed by the projected "face" of division commander T. Calabresi of the destroyer RSS Mann.

Calabresi frowned. "What is it now Munoz?"

Captain Munoz's nanite matter inverted colors near where a head should be and shifted to form a smirk. "Guess what the boys and I just found!"

"A tear in the hull?"

"Not even close ya' grump, take a gander." The captain redirected his visual feed towards the glowing screen of the LB output computer.
"Right there, some proper ES activity!" exclaimed Munoz.

"And have you checked what it is?" responded Calabresi.

"Well... no, but it's something."

"And that something might be a glitch."

"Christ Cal, you're sounding more and more like old man Estrada by the day."

"Yes I am, and that's because I don't want to be scolded by the brass because you wasted a day scrutinizing some insignificant galactic arm."

The captain turned again to face a sensors officer. "Oi, you! Take a closer look at our find, Cal's being stubborn."
A click, and the information was instantly zapped from the computer to Munoz's own Extraspatial pseudo-brain.

"Hmm... planetary magic-like readings, some 'quantum' abnormalities, and quite a few non-dimensionfaring ships zipping about," he said, redirecting his attention to Calabresi.
"Looks like we've got the seeds of a galactic conflict on our hands."

Cal leaned forwards and raised her "eyebrows". "Fine, but the Pohl is going to tag along, and if you find anything suspicious you report back to me or the Avaron immediately."

"Okey-doke then, I'll be on my way and outta your hair in no time," declared Munoz triumphantly.
With a delicate clicking noise, Calabresi faded from the captain's view.

"Alright lads and lasses, let's get this show on the road!" barked captain Munoz.

With a collective "aye aye", the Fabel aligned Extraspace channels with the RSS Pohl before both ships silently whisked through Vector-space towards the galaxy's outer edge.


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Postby The Zravvisk » Fri May 01, 2020 4:00 pm

The Council of Ten’s chambers, Dragua II
“What the Octavain Imperium does is of little concern to us! Zravvisk do not meddle in other nations’ affairs!” Yelled Chyrvalth as she slammed her cybernetic arm onto the table before her. The nine other councildragons didn’t react to yet another heated argument between the First Chair Councilwoman and the Auxiliary Council’s Jackson.

The vice admiral stood stoic in face of the massive cybernetic dragon glaring him down. “But you do. When species are in danger, the Armada drops everything to save them. Unless you lost your spine in the years since the last war.” Said the admiral as he glared back.

“How dare you?! As far as we know no sapient species have been wiped out! Just some conquests, alliances, and sharing of technology! You dare question my bravery for not going to war for such trivial reasons!”

“And what of the reports of forced uploading and gassing entire planets! Both of which are genocide which as I recall you have sworn to wipe out at all costs!”

“Reports?! All we have are rumors! Rumors that I hope we’re investigating.” Chyrvalth turned her glare to chief Valstrath laying down watching the argument.

“I sent out the Solemn Dagger and a group of scouts as soon as I heard the rumored atrocities. And asked the Galactic Federation what they know of the alleged events. We shall soon know if they did happen.” Said Valstrath ignoring the councilwoman’s glare.

“I don’t doubt that they happened. It fits their character after all. And the longer we wait the more their conquests suffer!” Countered Jackson.

“Vice admiral, the fact remains that there is no concrete evidence backing those rumors.” Said the head sage Sliver as he walked towards Jackson. “And if I recall, there is that rumor of you supplying arms to various democratic and freedom groups in clear violation of our neutrality laws. Should we exile you on that rumor?” Sliver asked looking Jackson in the eye.

With a grunt Jackson returned to the Auxiliary Council table defeated while Sliver turned to the Council of Ten. “It is obvious that we are missing too much information here to come to a good conclusion. Therefore, we the Council of Sages, advise you to postpone this discussion until we receive word from the scouting team.”

Chyrvalth spoke, “I will vote in favor of that. And if the rumors are true, Octavia will burn!”

Defiance
Hours after the council meeting, vice admiral Jackson had returned to his flagship’s bridge, all of his officers saluting him as he walked in. “At ease men. Quartermaster, a word please.” Said the vice admiral.

The quartermaster followed him out into the hall. After the door closed behind them, she asked, “Yes vice admiral?”, though she already had an idea what this was about.

“The Council of Ten is refusing to do anything about the Octavia problem. As much as I don’t like arming primitives, we can’t let them fall under Octavian tyranny.”

“Very well sir, how many units will be sending out of our storage?”

“All of it. Find out who are the most likely targets are and send them all of our spare equipment.”

“Sir! Are you sure? This isn’t like our recent arms supplies. With moving that much equipment, it is impossible for the zravvisk to not find out about it.”

“I am aware of that and of the fact that is illegal. If the rumors of Octavian genocide turn out false, then I’m willing to accept the punishment if it means that they have a chance of avoiding Octavian rule. If the rumors are true, then the zravvisk won’t care as they’ll be too busy bring down all of their fire and fury on Octavia.”

The quartermaster flipped though her tablet, already planning the necessary preparations, before speaking. “Very well sir. It will be done.”
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Postby TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON » Fri May 01, 2020 4:48 pm

Gokyo, Empire of Yamato

"Your Imperial Highness, the Octavians come bearing gifts. They are set to land a few miles from Gokyo an an empty field offering Plasteel-titanium and information about their technology."

The Emperor gave a nod. "Ah very good. Do we have a delegation ready to meet them?"

"Yes sir, your highness, the Prime Minister has seen to it personally, accompanied by the Minister of Foreign Affairs and members of the Imperial Guard."

"Good. See to it that their delegation is offered to visit the Imperial Palace."

Message from the Palace of the Divine Emperor of Yamato of the Mighty Empire of Yamato

Welcome to the Empire of Yamato. Our loyal subjects and holy Emperor are grateful for your generous gift that shall not be wasted. We send our thanks to your government. We additionally invite your delegation after meeting with the Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs to join the holy Emperor of Yamato in his divine palace for a banquet dinner.

BANZAI OCTAVIA!
TENNO HEIKA BANZAI!


"Your highness in other news, I just was given word from our intelligence services there are a large amount of navies being readied across the galaxy to ready for war... against out new ally."

"Damn it! What was Prime Minister Fujikawa thinking?"

"Your highness, should I give the order to mobilize?"

"Of course! We will show the Octavians the loyalty of our people, in an alliance we must honor til death it appears. Give order for the Expeditionary Forces and the Kwangtung Army to mobilize. And request from the Imperial Space Force General Headquarters to ready the 1st Fleet. We will be able to fight in only a support role, but we will bring our all into the fight."

"Sir in other news the so called 'United Government' released a message regarding them 'monitoring' expansion from Octavia. They have also ordered a 9.3 million mile exclusion radius from their vessel."

The Emperor stood. "Have no intent to even near their ship, but such large distance is outrageous! Be sure to make a condemnation of such aggressive actions later on."

"Yes your majesty."

Now as they sat, the men and women of the Empire were mobilizing, readying their ships and gear for battle.
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Postby The Rapture Republic » Fri May 01, 2020 5:45 pm

Skyhooked wrote:
Venice, Italy.
Sure, Venice is a beautiful place with long histroy and nice culture, but Jose "Buckshot" and his men went there not for entertainment. It was a drunken game of dare between Agent Blackbird and Overboss, that led him there. Shawn bragged, that road warriors can be subtle and then it all started... Jose and his group looked a little bit like thuggish bikers and metalheads, but they were not too outlandish or suspicious. At least they were smart enough to keep their guns well concealed.

It took some time to find the meeting point. Instructions were not too clear, but they eventually found the "Man in blue", they were supposed to meet, so he would escort them without raising suspicion. Jose approached one of the "cops", and asked a question about direction to some place, which is in fact a code phrase. After a short dialogue of code phrases, they arrived to the meeting point, and were locked and loaded for a briefing.


As the Aquarians entered the Church, they would be blasted with an aura of death not felt since the Age of the Vonstein Family, a criminal dynasty that has since fell from their unholy grace. Their eyes would be drawn to the tied priest on the cross. He would be begging for help but that would be too late, as with a simple blow of the wind from outside. He faded into ashes. After witnessing this unsettling display, a voice would be heard from the front bench. “I do apology that you had to see that. I tried to prevent the poor bastard from ending up, well, ashes. Yet he refused to take the bribe, and tried to inform our common enemy. A shame. My offer could have made flee this filthy nation. I guess, the rumors about this mob of circus clowns are true, yet I can’t help but laugh, and laugh. They will either die or submit to the Syndicate, and their Boss shall be my prey. If not, the Dragon will burn him alive.” The figure stood from the chair, and looked at the Agents. This figure would be a pale man of narrow build with short, shaggy auburn hair, parted to the left. His eyes are thin, their irises small and gold, with rather long lower eyelashes and small eyebrows.

He wore a black dress shirt with matching dress pants, a pale gray tie around his neck and a belt with a long, thin buckle around his waist, with three beaded lobe piercings in his left ear. Over this, he wore a dark olive-green bomber jacket, its collar lined with thick purple fur, and white lace-up sneakers, their soles tan-colored, and add on black socks on his feet.

“My name is Reaper, and that is all you need to know. Now, the Dragon has already flooded the market with a drug that gives the user a godsend high, however, it terminates their addiction to any and all drug-related substances. You name it, it kills it. Although if the Dragon wants this work, and it has. He sent me with some expendables disguised as the circus mafia, and sold drugs that appear and act no differently from any substance but with a catch. It eats you from the inside out, and other nasties that I care to little to go into detail about. To discredit the mob with them killing their customer base, thanks to us, making them leave, and frantically search for a cure, which is where we come in, and give them the cure. Overall, this is going extremely well, and hopefully we’ll get a reaction soon. Regardless, that isn’t why we meant here. As I’ve been assigned to take out the shadow mayor, and along with other clowns with big long red shoes, and you agents shall assist me in this endeavor. This country will be a war zone very soon, and the Syndicate is sending its finest to take this mutual enemy out, all in the name of the Dragon, but we must be the ones to rallying strike by killing the Shadow mayor. That is all.” Reaper concluded. “Do you have any questions?” He begrudgingly asked.
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Postby Il Passione » Fri May 01, 2020 10:12 pm

Imperial-Octavia wrote:
Il Passione wrote:
A tall, skinny but muscular man clad in a suit endowed with quite a number of zippers was busy talking to a civilian in a traditional business suit, alongside what he could assume was his partner with long-grey hair and dark blue clothing.
"Mr. Bucciarati, I assure you that while I can't pay you back today, I'll gladly pay you next Tuesday." He pleaded. The man he referred to as Bucciarati seemed to have a gentle, yet serious look to him, and his partner on the otherhand just seemed bored, and nonchalant on the whole situation, smoking on a cigarette.

"For a hamburger today, Wimpy?" the other, older man said, smirking slightly while Bucciarati retained his serious look, looking back at his partner.

"Abbacchio, no need for the input. I'm actually willing to take his offer." He said with a confident look, turning back to him. "You've got a wife and kids at home, Debole. You're a school teacher, for heaven's sake. You're lucky that your gambling debt originated from a casino under our control, and you're certainly lucky that it's a debt of gambling, not drugs." He lectured to him, like a mother scolding a child. Debole seemed to be slightly conflicted at this revelation himself, seeming sorry for where his life headed. He then opened a small zipper on the side of his arm, taking out a cellphone before closing the zipper and pocketing it. "But the next time you slip up, we will unfortunately have to take... a bit of collateral, per se."

"I-I'm sorry... Mr. Bucciarati, I-" Debole said before he was hushed for a moment by Bucciarati, as he then looked over to "Luigi" along with Abbacchio.

"You see that man too, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio said, Bucciarati nodding in agreement as he stepped forward.

"Indeed, Abbacchio." He said, tilting his head slightly. "Get Debole out for a moment. I'll handle this fellow."

Abbacchio briefly nodded before getting Debole back out, as he stood near a garbage bin. Bucciarati walked a few steps forward before standing with a professional manner, looking into his green eyes. "Evening, signore. You seem to have a little bit of... curiosity, as to what we are doing. Am I not correct?" He said, before narrowing his eyes to his hand.

"Don't take this situation as one of hostility. This is a timid conversation, and will only escalate if you want it to." Bucciaratistated, being somewhat confident while retaining a neutral, gentlemanly expression.

"Besides, we can tell you have a weapon. You don't look like the kind of guy to touch yourself infront of others." Abbacchio slyly joked. "And we don't blame you either. Things can be rough around here."

"But that's beside the point. What business would you inquire with us for now?" Bucciarati asked in a sincere tone.

Italy

J'eil looked at the men in front of him for a moment discreetly scanning them for any secretly held weapons or any other surprises they had in hand while at the same time wondering what sort of criminal enterprise this was. Judging by their clothes it didn't seem like the most... wholesome type of crime (Seriously what was he doing wearing zippers all over himself?). After he was done scanning he spoke with a certain roughness to his voice, almost stereotypically mafioso like, "Name's Luigi Ricci, heard there was some good money to be made in your business. I'm interested. What's a man gotta do to get in Passione?"


Abbacchio stifled a laugh that came up, putting a fist to his mouth. Bucciarati sighed, crossing his arms.
"So, you know of the workings of Passione?" Bucciarati said. "Well, you should know joining our gang isn't as easy a proccess. Many apply, but few make it past the test." He said, pulling out a business card and flinging it to him. "And those who do make it are trapped under a lifestyle of the mafia. You either bask in the positives, or be haunted by your mistakes under it. Sometimes those mistakes can be fatal. But if it truly is your path to join our gang, refer yourself to Lieutenant Polpo. He resides in a specialised cell in Prison Secondigliano, all the way down on Shadilay Street in Naples. Your other, far more easier option is Lieutenant Sogliola Lopez, who resides not far from here at an apartment in San Dona di Piave, although the greater privileges come from the Primo Capitolo under Polpo."

Bucciarati's explanation would still leave much to be desired. What privileges? Who was Polpo, or anything he was talking about for that manner? Most importantly, why was he telling us all this?

Bucciarati turned around, before looking back. "Just remember, neither of them take in gang members so easily. It's why our numbers are so low. Oh, and don't try looking for the Boss, before or after you get in." Bucciarati warned, before slowly walking away, Abbacchio giving him a stern look.

"Bucciarati, you're not seriously just gonna say this guy could enter our way of life? How do you know he's not just some spoiled kid who wants to live a life he has no idea of?" Abbacchio asked, Bucciarati putting a hand on his shoulder.

"There was a look in his eyes. A look that, while it doesn't look like that of a broken man, seems a determined one. He might just be able to pass whatever Polpo would throw at him." Bucciarati stated.

Tiromancino Warehouse, San Salvo, Italy

As an elderly man in estranged purple clothing with a closed umbrella walked into the room, his boss in blue, fluffy clothing seemed to be investigating a bunch of pills on the table closely, his Stand Manic Depression sitting nearby.

"Evening, Massimo." Vladimir said in an odd Russo-Italian accent, sighing. "Still investigating those little tablets, are we?"

"Si... but I've figured out a plan." Massimo stated, looking back to Vladimir. "These wonder drugs have been hitting the market for a while now, and the Boss is going up my ass because profits are looking grim. Addictions to traditional drugs like heroin and cocaine are suddenly disappearing, and even the poor crack addicts are shifting from my market to this new one."

"I'm unfortunately well aware of that." Vladimir sighed. "I've tried to convince the local Lieutenants to get La Squadra on the task of taking out the source of it all, but they're scared that the mission is too risky for their tastes. They can take them out, indeed, but if they attract attention doing it... who knows what the backlash could be, apparently. They just don't have the balls to make a good move without the Boss's approval."

"Oi, Vladimir. We don't need them for now, actually." Massimo mentioned, pointing to the pills as Vladimir seemed extremely confused by the sentiment.

"Excuse me? We don't need to take them out!? What, are you giving up?" Vladimir said as Massimo sighed.

"No, Vlad. I've managed to find the easy way around this." Massimo said sliding the pills forward. "These pills have been renowned for apparently curing all traditional addiction while giving them a supreme high... it's a chemical balance that I find quite intriguing. However, once Manic Depression gives these pills a jab..." He said, as the stand violently stuck a few thorns in the pills before disintergrating. "...they turn into a substance which acts like a combination of desomorphine and PCP while also inverting the addiction-removal symptom to make in impossibly addictive, while also having a severe antibody that counters the addiction-removal the pills are so renowned for at the sheer cost of violently affecting the amygdala, resulting in extreme levels of hyperaggression, a tendency for ultraviolence and lack of rational or tactical thought." Massimo said.

"Yeah... we're not going to be selling drugs that result in turning people into zombies, though. That'll get you run through by the Boss for sure." Vladimir said, sipping his drink.

"No, we're not. We'll simply have some infiltrators in place to sabotage these new dealers' own supply of wonder pills. They'll quickly lose credibility and a place in the market, allowing us to win our competition back over with our tradionally reliable drugs." Massimo said, taking out a pack of cigarettes. "All we need to do is find someone stealthy and reliable enough, and whoever this mammoni and his droogs are, they'll eventually trip over their own shoelaces."

"Mhm." Vladimir sighed. "And their own super-drug they've tried to sabotage with? You know, the ones killing our customers?"

"Simple. No drug has gotten past without that Manic Depression touch. I have contacts with all my dealers; and if there's a bad strain being leaked into my own supply, just kill the traitors. I don't care if they turn out to be Aquarian; the gillmen can cry as much as they want, but I play by my own rules." He chuckled smugly, taking a deep breath in relief. Massimo was confident in this new plan of his... but who would the Boss let him throw over to sabotage this new enemy's plan?
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Current year: 2000.
Since 1985, Passione has been one of the most powerful mafia syndicates and organized crime forces in Italy, possibly the world, despite having as little a 750 members, most of them gifted with extraordinary superpowers.

(This nation mainly relies on lore from the anime/manga series JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, specifically Part 5, Golden Wind. It also uses lore developed in the non-canon light novels Purple Haze Feedback and Golden Heart, Golden Ring, as well as the unrelated anime Black Lagoon. This also contains diverged lore, specifically that everyone can see and interact with stans, Giorno Giovanna never existed, and that Sorbet & Gelato never died nor investigated the boss due to conceded demands.)

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Postby Hobbes Dystopia » Sat May 02, 2020 2:56 am

The Hobbes Dystopia received quite a similar treatment to the Mighty Yamato Empire except with a larger vessel, a much larger one in fact. The Voidscreamer Dreadnought. Grand Mechanator H'Krell was sent personally to talk to the AI which lead the Dystopia. As a fellow synthetic it deserved a higher emissary or at least until they could get Yamato to assimlate themselves. The Voidscreamer entered the atmosphere of the planet above Hobbian territory as a landing craft sent H'Krell down to the nation's capital and began moving towards a government building hopefully holding the Central Mind


The Shadow Council Chamber, The Shard
"Attention, fellow members of this enlightened council. As you must have already noted, a huge battleship hovers above our planet." The Chairman cleared his throat "This ship comes from Imperial Octavia, and it's emissary has already landed. We are honoured by the presence of Grand Mechanator H'Krell, who is currently discussing the details of our alliance with the Central Mind. The Octavians bring with them a previously unknown material,Plasteel-titanium, a very durable material perfect for armours, that our scientists are already studying to find how to use it in our ships and soldiers. "
"Good"-ironically muttered councilor Albert Nicovsky "How can we be sure that the Central Mind will not double cross us? Wouldn't it be better if the treaty was discussed here?"
"Your point is valid, Nicovsky, but the Octavians prefer to discuss this things between machines. Anyway, we will have to ratify the treaty, so we still retain some control.
But now, gentleman, I must direct your attention to an unsettling detail. General Nicolas Jaar, please continue."
The General, who had been watching the meeting from the back of the chamber, stepped out of the shadows with a stern, concerned expression."Thank you,
Chairman. What I am about to tell you must not leave this room under any circumstances. Our probes outside the Solar Neighborhood have intercepted a wide variety of coded transmissions, we have managed do decipher some, and it appears many states are reading for war against the Octavians. As you should know, our Alliance with the Octavians requires us to help defend them, I have thus sent messages to all of the biggest Interstellar Corporations and factories to double their weapons and ships production. Admiral Mackay of the Space Fleet command has already been warned, and all of the fleet is now in a readied state."
"Let me remind you, members of the council, that this information is absolutely confidential and that the population must be kept in the dark. One word about this to anyone outside this room and you will be awarded with a one way trip to the Mars penal colony." The Chairman said threateningly.
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Postby Skyhooked » Sat May 02, 2020 5:02 am

The Rapture Republic wrote:“My name is Reaper, and that is all you need to know. Now, the Dragon has already flooded the market with a drug that gives the user a godsend high, however, it terminates their addiction to any and all drug-related substances. You name it, it kills it. Although if the Dragon wants this work, and it has. He sent me with some expendables disguised as the circus mafia, and sold drugs that appear and act no differently from any substance but with a catch. It eats you from the inside out, and other nasties that I care to little to go into detail about. To discredit the mob with them killing their customer base, thanks to us, making them leave, and frantically search for a cure, which is where we come in, and give them the cure. Overall, this is going extremely well, and hopefully we’ll get a reaction soon. Regardless, that isn’t why we meant here. As I’ve been assigned to take out the shadow mayor, and along with other clowns with big long red shoes, and you agents shall assist me in this endeavor. This country will be a war zone very soon, and the Syndicate is sending its finest to take this mutual enemy out, all in the name of the Dragon, but we must be the ones to rallying strike by killing the Shadow mayor. That is all.” Reaper concluded. “Do you have any questions?” He begrudgingly asked.


Jose didn't like some facts even a bit - "So ya' had to hurt innocents just to discredit our foe. Was that necessary? I mean, there are many ways to discredit someone without involvin' innocents. But what's done is done, there ain't no way to go back in time. And expendables? Dude, I know, that for you, there ain't no honor in war, but don't ya' stab us in the back, okay? Alright, now to question part.

Here, what might happen, if we do try to pull this off, so ya' can think about this: We grab dakkas and choppas, go wroom wroom to his manor, make funny dudes full of holes, loot the place, but Shadow mayor ran out through some secret underground tunnel. Or perhaps, we stab him at the night, but we actually killed someone else, who looks just like him. Or... we did killed this shadow guy in fancy suit, but he was just a mafia's lil' pawn, like one of your expendable and this is all a honeypot sort of trap, and hey, we're banjaxed, hey, we're screwed.

But those are just my drunken crackpot theories. So how do we pull your plan off? Do ya' prefere lound messages with guns and bullets? Or it would be better to make him... disappear? Like he decided to wear fancy concrete shoes to fishin' trip and fell outta his boat? We are a small warband of road warriors, so we are better at raidin', but we can also do sneaky stuff. And if we raid, how will we share the loot? Cuz, we Skyhookers don't let fancy things to rot without owners. And we also don't kill innocents, cuz we swore to protect them, so remember this."
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Postby Imperial-Octavia » Sat May 02, 2020 11:53 am

The Zravvisk wrote:The Council of Ten’s chambers, Dragua II
“What the Octavain Imperium does is of little concern to us! Zravvisk do not meddle in other nations’ affairs!” Yelled Chyrvalth as she slammed her cybernetic arm onto the table before her. The nine other councildragons didn’t react to yet another heated argument between the First Chair Councilwoman and the Auxiliary Council’s Jackson.

The vice admiral stood stoic in face of the massive cybernetic dragon glaring him down. “But you do. When species are in danger, the Armada drops everything to save them. Unless you lost your spine in the years since the last war.” Said the admiral as he glared back.

“How dare you?! As far as we know no sapient species have been wiped out! Just some conquests, alliances, and sharing of technology! You dare question my bravery for not going to war for such trivial reasons!”

“And what of the reports of forced uploading and gassing entire planets! Both of which are genocide which as I recall you have sworn to wipe out at all costs!”

“Reports?! All we have are rumors! Rumors that I hope we’re investigating.” Chyrvalth turned her glare to chief Valstrath laying down watching the argument.

“I sent out the Solemn Dagger and a group of scouts as soon as I heard the rumored atrocities. And asked the Galactic Federation what they know of the alleged events. We shall soon know if they did happen.” Said Valstrath ignoring the councilwoman’s glare.

“I don’t doubt that they happened. It fits their character after all. And the longer we wait the more their conquests suffer!” Countered Jackson.

“Vice admiral, the fact remains that there is no concrete evidence backing those rumors.” Said the head sage Sliver as he walked towards Jackson. “And if I recall, there is that rumor of you supplying arms to various democratic and freedom groups in clear violation of our neutrality laws. Should we exile you on that rumor?” Sliver asked looking Jackson in the eye.

With a grunt Jackson returned to the Auxiliary Council table defeated while Sliver turned to the Council of Ten. “It is obvious that we are missing too much information here to come to a good conclusion. Therefore, we the Council of Sages, advise you to postpone this discussion until we receive word from the scouting team.”

Chyrvalth spoke, “I will vote in favor of that. And if the rumors are true, Octavia will burn!”

Defiance
Hours after the council meeting, vice admiral Jackson had returned to his flagship’s bridge, all of his officers saluting him as he walked in. “At ease men. Quartermaster, a word please.” Said the vice admiral.

The quartermaster followed him out into the hall. After the door closed behind them, she asked, “Yes vice admiral?”, though she already had an idea what this was about.

“The Council of Ten is refusing to do anything about the Octavia problem. As much as I don’t like arming primitives, we can’t let them fall under Octavian tyranny.”

“Very well sir, how many units will be sending out of our storage?”

“All of it. Find out who are the most likely targets are and send them all of our spare equipment.”

“Sir! Are you sure? This isn’t like our recent arms supplies. With moving that much equipment, it is impossible for the zravvisk to not find out about it.”

“I am aware of that and of the fact that is illegal. If the rumors of Octavian genocide turn out false, then I’m willing to accept the punishment if it means that they have a chance of avoiding Octavian rule. If the rumors are true, then the zravvisk won’t care as they’ll be too busy bring down all of their fire and fury on Octavia.”

The quartermaster flipped though her tablet, already planning the necessary preparations, before speaking. “Very well sir. It will be done.”

The Borders of the Imperium

Those Zravvisk trying to find their way inside the Imperium would find themselves in for a challenge. Multiple sensor stations were moved forward and if they were to be discovered they would be faced with the Drone fighters inside them. Furthermore Mechanator ships patrolled the space between the newly conquered territories to prevent anyone not approved from coming in or out. Surely the scouts would need to excersise extreme stealth to get through these defences. For the gun-runners they would find a number of primitive planets unaware of what was to come in the days following as the Octavian fleet moved forward. Most would accept the weapons, but once the Octavian army came to those worlds in the coming days it would certainly have a few questions to ask the galaxy...

TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON wrote:Gokyo, Empire of Yamato

"Your Imperial Highness, the Octavians come bearing gifts. They are set to land a few miles from Gokyo an an empty field offering Plasteel-titanium and information about their technology."

The Emperor gave a nod. "Ah very good. Do we have a delegation ready to meet them?"

"Yes sir, your highness, the Prime Minister has seen to it personally, accompanied by the Minister of Foreign Affairs and members of the Imperial Guard."

"Good. See to it that their delegation is offered to visit the Imperial Palace."

Message from the Palace of the Divine Emperor of Yamato of the Mighty Empire of Yamato

Welcome to the Empire of Yamato. Our loyal subjects and holy Emperor are grateful for your generous gift that shall not be wasted. We send our thanks to your government. We additionally invite your delegation after meeting with the Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs to join the holy Emperor of Yamato in his divine palace for a banquet dinner.

BANZAI OCTAVIA!
TENNO HEIKA BANZAI!


"Your highness in other news, I just was given word from our intelligence services there are a large amount of navies being readied across the galaxy to ready for war... against out new ally."

"Damn it! What was Prime Minister Fujikawa thinking?"

"Your highness, should I give the order to mobilize?"

"Of course! We will show the Octavians the loyalty of our people, in an alliance we must honor til death it appears. Give order for the Expeditionary Forces and the Kwangtung Army to mobilize. And request from the Imperial Space Force General Headquarters to ready the 1st Fleet. We will be able to fight in only a support role, but we will bring our all into the fight."

"Sir in other news the so called 'United Government' released a message regarding them 'monitoring' expansion from Octavia. They have also ordered a 9.3 million mile exclusion radius from their vessel."

The Emperor stood. "Have no intent to even near their ship, but such large distance is outrageous! Be sure to make a condemnation of such aggressive actions later on."

"Yes your majesty."

Now as they sat, the men and women of the Empire were mobilizing, readying their ships and gear for battle.

Gokyo

Animus-6 would attend the dinner though he hoped their Emperor knew that he wasn't winning anyone in the Imperium over by inviting one of their emissaries to something that they couldn't participate in. If Animus-6 didn't know better he'd think it was an insult and in all honesty it probably was. For the sake of the mission Animus-6 would ignore the potential implications of the action and the Prime Minister and his delegation would find a 6 foot AI standing in front of them holding a USB stick. "The technological information is inside this." Animus-6 said rather blandly while handing them the USB, "It contains technology that we believe you'll be able to make on your own. Cold Fusion, Anti-matter synthesis, and Albeia-currie drives for FTL."

Il Passione wrote:
Imperial-Octavia wrote:Abbacchio stifled a laugh that came up, putting a fist to his mouth. Bucciarati sighed, crossing his arms.
"So, you know of the workings of Passione?" Bucciarati said. "Well, you should know joining our gang isn't as easy a proccess. Many apply, but few make it past the test." He said, pulling out a business card and flinging it to him. "And those who do make it are trapped under a lifestyle of the mafia. You either bask in the positives, or be haunted by your mistakes under it. Sometimes those mistakes can be fatal. But if it truly is your path to join our gang, refer yourself to Lieutenant Polpo. He resides in a specialised cell in Prison Secondigliano, all the way down on Shadilay Street in Naples. Your other, far more easier option is Lieutenant Sogliola Lopez, who resides not far from here at an apartment in San Dona di Piave, although the greater privileges come from the Primo Capitolo under Polpo."

Bucciarati's explanation would still leave much to be desired. What privileges? Who was Polpo, or anything he was talking about for that manner? Most importantly, why was he telling us all this?

Bucciarati turned around, before looking back. "Just remember, neither of them take in gang members so easily. It's why our numbers are so low. Oh, and don't try looking for the Boss, before or after you get in." Bucciarati warned, before slowly walking away, Abbacchio giving him a stern look.

"Bucciarati, you're not seriously just gonna say this guy could enter our way of life? How do you know he's not just some spoiled kid who wants to live a life he has no idea of?" Abbacchio asked, Bucciarati putting a hand on his shoulder.

"There was a look in his eyes. A look that, while it doesn't look like that of a broken man, seems a determined one. He might just be able to pass whatever Polpo would throw at him." Bucciarati stated.

Tiromancino Warehouse, San Salvo, Italy

As an elderly man in estranged purple clothing with a closed umbrella walked into the room, his boss in blue, fluffy clothing seemed to be investigating a bunch of pills on the table closely, his Stand Manic Depression sitting nearby.

"Evening, Massimo." Vladimir said in an odd Russo-Italian accent, sighing. "Still investigating those little tablets, are we?"

"Si... but I've figured out a plan." Massimo stated, looking back to Vladimir. "These wonder drugs have been hitting the market for a while now, and the Boss is going up my ass because profits are looking grim. Addictions to traditional drugs like heroin and cocaine are suddenly disappearing, and even the poor crack addicts are shifting from my market to this new one."

"I'm unfortunately well aware of that." Vladimir sighed. "I've tried to convince the local Lieutenants to get La Squadra on the task of taking out the source of it all, but they're scared that the mission is too risky for their tastes. They can take them out, indeed, but if they attract attention doing it... who knows what the backlash could be, apparently. They just don't have the balls to make a good move without the Boss's approval."

"Oi, Vladimir. We don't need them for now, actually." Massimo mentioned, pointing to the pills as Vladimir seemed extremely confused by the sentiment.

"Excuse me? We don't need to take them out!? What, are you giving up?" Vladimir said as Massimo sighed.

"No, Vlad. I've managed to find the easy way around this." Massimo said sliding the pills forward. "These pills have been renowned for apparently curing all traditional addiction while giving them a supreme high... it's a chemical balance that I find quite intriguing. However, once Manic Depression gives these pills a jab..." He said, as the stand violently stuck a few thorns in the pills before disintergrating. "...they turn into a substance which acts like a combination of desomorphine and PCP while also inverting the addiction-removal symptom to make in impossibly addictive, while also having a severe antibody that counters the addiction-removal the pills are so renowned for at the sheer cost of violently affecting the amygdala, resulting in extreme levels of hyperaggression, a tendency for ultraviolence and lack of rational or tactical thought." Massimo said.

"Yeah... we're not going to be selling drugs that result in turning people into zombies, though. That'll get you run through by the Boss for sure." Vladimir said, sipping his drink.

"No, we're not. We'll simply have some infiltrators in place to sabotage these new dealers' own supply of wonder pills. They'll quickly lose credibility and a place in the market, allowing us to win our competition back over with our tradionally reliable drugs." Massimo said, taking out a pack of cigarettes. "All we need to do is find someone stealthy and reliable enough, and whoever this mammoni and his droogs are, they'll eventually trip over their own shoelaces."

"Mhm." Vladimir sighed. "And their own super-drug they've tried to sabotage with? You know, the ones killing our customers?"

"Simple. No drug has gotten past without that Manic Depression touch. I have contacts with all my dealers; and if there's a bad strain being leaked into my own supply, just kill the traitors. I don't care if they turn out to be Aquarian; the gillmen can cry as much as they want, but I play by my own rules." He chuckled smugly, taking a deep breath in relief. Massimo was confident in this new plan of his... but who would the Boss let him throw over to sabotage this new enemy's plan?

Venice

So J'eil wasn't able to talk to the boss? That could be an issue down the line, but it was probably best to go to this Polpo this organic spoke of to get higher in the organization. "Thanks man, I'll be on my way to that Polpo guy. See you on the flip-side." The "man" known as Luigi Ricci made his way to Shadilay street and walked into Secondigliano Prison asking to see a Polpo...

Hobbes dystopia wrote:
The Shadow Council Chamber, The Shard
"Attention, fellow members of this enlightened council. As you must have already noted, a huge battleship hovers above our planet." The Chairman cleared his throat "This ship comes from Imperial Octavia, and it's emissary has already landed. We are honoured by the presence of Grand Mechanator H'Krell, who is currently discussing the details of our alliance with the Central Mind. The Octavians bring with them a previously unknown material,Plasteel-titanium, a very durable material perfect for armours, that our scientists are already studying to find how to use it in our ships and soldiers. "
"Good"-ironically muttered councilor Albert Nicovsky "How can we be sure that the Central Mind will not double cross us? Wouldn't it be better if the treaty was discussed here?"
"Your point is valid, Nicovsky, but the Octavians prefer to discuss this things between machines. Anyway, we will have to ratify the treaty, so we still retain some control.
But now, gentleman, I must direct your attention to an unsettling detail. General Nicolas Jaar, please continue."
The General, who had been watching the meeting from the back of the chamber, stepped out of the shadows with a stern, concerned expression."Thank you,
Chairman. What I am about to tell you must not leave this room under any circumstances. Our probes outside the Solar Neighborhood have intercepted a wide variety of coded transmissions, we have managed do decipher some, and it appears many states are reading for war against the Octavians. As you should know, our Alliance with the Octavians requires us to help defend them, I have thus sent messages to all of the biggest Interstellar Corporations and factories to double their weapons and ships production. Admiral Mackay of the Space Fleet command has already been warned, and all of the fleet is now in a readied state."
"Let me remind you, members of the council, that this information is absolutely confidential and that the population must be kept in the dark. One word about this to anyone outside this room and you will be awarded with a one way trip to the Mars penal colony." The Chairman said threateningly.

The Shard

H'Krell took some time to inspect the city of their soon to be ally and found it to be visually pleasing in a way, he could expect no less from a city managed from an AI. Perhaps in time this planet could be of good use to the Imperium in the times to come. When H'Krell was done sightseeing he moved to see the Central Mind and upon finding it he would place the USB stick that the Octavian technology was located in in front of the Central Mind. "If you would go over the information in here you'll find that the technology should be to your liking. I can see you have quite the number of organics in your cabinet... I assume they are up to the task of management, though I'm sure they could be aided with assimlaton, but then again couldn't all organics?" The Grand Mechanator chuckled at his comment for a moment "Asides that I can be assured that our alliance is secure correct?"
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Mandate Space
Romanov Space
Haven System
Novy Petersburg
Novy Moskva
Imperial Palace complex


Empress Anastasia Romanova by the grace of God Holder of the Mandate, Empress of the United Colonies, Captain-Queen to the Romanovs, Great Unifier, Defeater of the Pandorans et, etc sat in her throne massaging her forehead to relieve the stress of her current meeting. Before her stood her councillors, bickering, again. Today the bickering concerned the Arkwright who had been caught attempting to build new gates in defiance of Mandate law and much to the anger of the Gate Control Authority. This time the Arkwright would need to be punished, after all their greed had allowed what was left of the Pandorans to turn smouldering anger at the Arkwirghts into a rebellion that had threatened the Mandate itself. Never mind the fact that the early period of unchecked expansion before the Mandate was formed had led directly to the Pandoran Plague crisis. Naturally the Lord Mountjoy who was petitioning for leniency towards the rest of the Arkwright people even whilst the Lord Keeper of the GCA called for heads to roll, interestingly both the Lord High Admiral of the Grand Fleet and the Lord Marshall of the Grand Army were quiet on the issue.

“Admiral LeClerc” said Anastasia cutting through the bickering forcing both camps to fall silent “your thoughts on this matter”?

The younger man nodded his head at her "of course majesty. A punitive force would be the easy solution but I believe we should instead embrace this somewhat, seize the gates, dismantle the production facilities, take the scout ships, increase patrols in Arkwright space and put colonists from across the Mandate on the new colonies. Make the colonies Mandate governed worlds like the former rebel worlds, eventually we could grant them local government once it's calmed down somewhat".

"An interesting suggestion Admiral" replied Anastasia as Lord Mountjoy started to splutter in indignation "Marshall Brehzlin, your thoughts"?

The older man inclined his head and opened his mouth to speak when General Li of the United Colonial Guard interjected. "Apologies Marshal, Majesty" he began, looking past the holographic display floating above his extended hand "we have a situation beyond our borders. The Octavian Imperium has begun a rapid expansion in multiple directions, according to our intelligence assets in the region they have begun to threaten several groups of humans in the region and given their track record of 'integration' I wouldn't like to leave this to happen".

Anastasia sat straighter in her throne instantly more alert "Do we have any assets in the region capable of halting their expansion"?

"We have two stealth ships in the region belonging to Section 3 but both ships possess a complement of Section 2 operatives" reported General Li as he altered the holographic display to show two worlds identical to the dead Earth. "Both ships have been monitoring worlds that are completely identical to Earth prior to 2100 with all the hallmarks of worlds just attaining spaceflight" reported the General highlighting a red blip above both worlds "unfortunately the Octavians have sent ships to both worlds likely in an attempt to bully the native human populations into doing their bidding. We believe the Empire of Yamato on Earth 232 has already begun talks with the Octavians but as far as we can tell no single power has yet spoken to the Octavians on Earth 233".

"Deploy teams to each world, hamper their manipulations and don't use any equipment that could lead back to us" ordered Anastasia "Admiral LeClerc, Marshal Brehzlin prepare the Grand Fleet and the Grand Army for deployment. The Mandate shelters all mankind from the predations of the universe, the Octavians seem to need reminding of this fact before they can assimilate these worlds".


Earth 232 orbit
United Colonial Guard Section 3 ship XS-2342


High above the planet a small cruiser sat under stealth passively drinking in everything it could from both the planet below and the Octavian ship in orbit. 60 years ago ships a little less advanced than this had been discovered all across mandate Space belonging to an intelligence agency that had been formally shut down 123 years prior by Imperator Paul 'The Old' for going well beyond its remit. It had been discovered that the United Colonial Guard Section 3 had quietly ignored the order to disband and spent the next century watching over the Mandate from the shadows helping some monarchs but unknown to most they had actually carried out a planned assassination against the late Emperor Nikolai, father of the current Empress since his incompetence had been a major factor in the Fringe Rebellion and would have seen the Mandate fall had he not been killed. After its discovery the organisation was wiped out and reformed with significant oversight to serve in its current role.

Aboard the vessel in a cramped command deck lit largely by the holographic displays showing everything picked up by the ships sensors from aircraft traveling across the planet to the Octavian vessel currently in orbit. The presence of said vessel presented a problem, it meant that the machine race was attempting to dominate the humans below. Whether or not the Yamato Empire agreed to willingly submit to the authority of the Octavian Imperium was irrelevant, younger races frequently make foolish decisions without knowing what the consequences could be. Nonetheless the crew knew fine well what the outcome could be, assimilation and that is an outcome that the Mandate couldn't ignore. All they had to do now was wait for a response to their last report which had been sent via side-burst through a jump gate hidden past the edge of the system.

"Captain, the Yamato Empire have extended an invitation for the Octavian representative to land on the surface. I believe they may be intending to submit themselves to the Octavians" reported the Europan Communications officer.

"Is this supposition backed by the analysts?" asked Captain Mattias Lepmets looking over the intercepted transmission and quietly agreeing with the thought that the Yamato Empire was going to place itself under the Octavians.

"The analysts support the idea sir" responds the communications officer as a beeping from his console notifies him of an incoming message "sir, side-burst from the gate . New orders from the Empress. We are to attempt to sabotage the Octavians attempt to gain control of this world but not let anything lead back to the Mandate until the time is right".

"Get me Lieutenant Lauritzen" ordered Captain Lepmets as the Lieutenants face appeared on the holographic display before him "Lieutenant, how do your Section 2 boys feel about the chance to stretch your legs"?

Lieutenant Rasmus Lauritzen actually looked excited at the prospect of action, his eyes lighting up with an almost manic glee. "Sir, you always take us to the nicest of places" said Lauritzen "what's our objective"?

"You are to deploy onto the planet below with deniable equipment and hamper their dealings with the Octavians. Blow up the shuttle with the ambassador aboard, shoot him, I don't care how you do it but the Empress wants it done".

"Then on my life it shall be done" said Lauritzen saluting the Captain "I'll have teams ready to deploy in 30 minutes, Lauritzen out".

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