The Regulus Crisis [FT-Open]

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 1:35 pm

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Story by Hunter63
The Theltainion nation presents…….

The Regulus Crisis
It is the year 5,676,756,677,778,554 (1988) and a great war is upon us, the forces of the Thelean forces have traveled around using he Regulus, a large factory planet buster, when it attaches to a planet or moon it slowly destroys it until it is nothing but inner core, The Theleans plan is to start up Darghoron, a ancient super weapon even scarier than Regulus. If the old planet Darghoron is activated the Theleans will gain power again. Today the Thelean leader Creaton is on his ship wondering what will happen.
“Where are we?”
Creaton said in his devilish armor.
“We are around planet Z-00 9X, Hilsots.”
One of the crew said
Creaton was wishful and grateful that he is the ruler of the nation, last week he killed the remaining Grox soldiers, former allies. Today was no difference, land Regulus over this planet and destroy it. But a small resistance force was there and they were ready. The enemy unleashed a field of IGBMs and used a technique called Trasnvioion, they sent blue force shields and went suicide, The space mecha soldiers went down, so did the keys and dreadnoughts, Creaton knew this was bad, a hour later however he is in his chair watching the planet burn as he looks over. He could only check and say.
“I want a list of friends; declare that any empire that wishes to not help us will face Regulus.”
So as you know your job is to respond in any way you can.
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by **Emmeria Kingdom** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:37 pm

During the crisis. Emmeria was once neutral. They did not want to join anything that is in the fight. Then everything change when Regulus drove into Emmeria. Emmeria was perpare but in 2 months into the war, all was lost. They retreated across the border into Theltainion. The enemy claim everything, except for the mountain range. While the Monskta State Militia holding the final line. The Emmerian military is going to ask Teltainion to regain Emmeria and its captial Gracemeria. The political group will stay at the capital in Theltainion as the Emmeria remaining military force will plan to liberate. All they can do is sent the Air Force and call in bombartments from the Armadas

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:44 pm

A message showed up on the planet with the message saying.

We have decided to let your nation live on, we have a small threat on the horizon and this is getting us nowhere, we will keep watch through.

Meanwhile Creaton was walking his bridge as he looked at the planet, he never knew people can be so fresh and truthful when fighting for there freedom,Creaton knew that this was costly and that is why he is ending it now, his target is to soon be seen.

by **Fae Omega** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 3:28 pm

The Höſ-Sölzœ^[1] silently watches the Eater of Worlds (called the "Inveʃöſfen^[2]" by the Faeries on the ship), approximately 537Mm from the monstrosity, the crew not daring to bring it in any closer until they had a plan. Akübenſ is the first to speak after the dust on the planet settles, the mechanical harbinger of doom having attached itself to it., addressing the pair of Earth Faeries. "Fenmanſœn'œöpa.^[3]" The two nod and fly to the three rooms of the Human crewmembers, awakening them each and briefing them on the situation.

The first room they enter is Adhafera's, the boy that appears to be no older than 14. They stimulate the boy's mind a bit with their Faerie Magick, and he awakens from his slumber immediately. Deneb, one of the two Earth Faeries, explains the situation to the boy, "Regülüſ-iharþʃinʒü efen-paʒin-ŵeþ-ſüizüa, veʃ-wilʃin'ŵiʃʒünü. Paʒinþel-lav-efenſö fen'küʃinin, aber œöpaſœn-paʒinʒü efen-fenfeʃin'þel. Paʒinþel efen-œfelabü ÞelÞanœinſœn-fenwilzœ'aŵœnö az, küʃin efen'bübinfölü-höœʃʒüzœ.^[4]"

"Thanks for the wake-up call," responds the boy, after his quick briefing. "Are the others still sleeping?"

"Afe-ſezœ ifœ'œöpanü,^[5]" replies ʂeraþan, the other Earth Faerie.

"Wake the others, I'll meet everyone in the cockpit in five minutes." the two Faeries nod in unison before departing the room. Adhafera rises from bed and stretches before picking clothes from his closet. He settles on a black cotton shirt and common denim blue jeans, along with a pair of rugged black leather work shoes. He wears his medallion, backed with a platinum plate, crafted in a lion motif, on the outside of his shirt.

In the meantime, the two Faeries make their way to Sabik's room. They update him on the situation same as they did the other boy, and inform Sabik that his presence has been requested in the cockpit as soon as possible. The boy nods his assent and gets dressed while the pair fly off towards the girl's room. Sabik picks black silk pants, a deep violet silk shirt, and a crimson smoking jacket of crushed velvet, within which is nestled his own medallion, the platinum taking the form of a coiled snake. He slips his feet into purple silk-lined slippers before leaving his room and heading to the cockpit.

Virʒiniſ is the last to be awakened, and the process itself nearly takes five minutes. The Faeries rapidly explain the situation to her once she is out of bed and sleepily rummaging through her closet. "I shall join you momentarily," she says, barely containing a yawn. The Earth Faeries make their way to the cockpit while the girl picks her own clothing. Today it's black cotton leggings, a Black Panther leather skirt, and a black cotton shirt - a Fae classic. She polishes her medallion as she steps into the hallway, making the lotus-lined stone take on a high shine.

Everyone stares at Virʒiniſ as she enters the cockpit approximately nine minutes after everyone else, and she blushes deeply, her normally alabaster cheeks deepening in a red hue as bright as her lustrous hair. "Sorry," she whispers, before taking her seat in the cockpit, behind Adhafera and to the right. Sabik, to her left, winks at her, and whispers "You didn't miss much. Still no contact." The girl studies her instruments, and sees that the Höſ-Sölzœ is sending a short message to a select few vessels in the area, those not known to work for the Theltainions. The message read:

Code: Select all: To: Non-Theltainion Vessels We seek assistance in protecting worlds from the abomination under the control of the Theltainions. We would be completely ineffective alone, and request aid in dealing with this interstellar threat.

"So," says Adhafera, without looking back at Virʒiniſ. "Have you thought of a way to confront the Theltainions? We need to address them sooner or later, whether or not we have help available at the time..." The three Humans and teh Faeries all ponder on what to say to the beings. What could they say that would get such a group to stop destroying planets? What compensation could they give? And if they could not be diplomatically consoled, what were their other options?

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 3:40 pm

Note-My puppets Artarnica and Valkhera are involved like they were in the canon non finished product.

Creaton was pleased but suddenly a message from a GA communicating ring answered back to the Fae.

Fiolj, callio, gaiogio halio, quio, hallito, halopio, mallifenda, weeiga, bengurir balla.
The Galactic Alliance Ship Urander has demanded what the Thelean Empire is doing with in this protected sector.

Creaton was not pleased, he was corned so he called out to his men.
"Detach Regulus and send it a portal to Thelea."
He said in a mad tone of voice.

As he said that the Regulus came off stopping the earthquakes and other natural based tool.

The ship went off and went into the portal along with its Dreadnought Darghoron.

As that happened the Urander came into the distance shooting at the Darhororn dreadnought.

in it was the Leader of Valkhera, Valard III.
"I want all communications with this fleet on,we should talk now."
He said as he sat down.

by **Kelvaros Prime** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 3:49 pm

Prime Minister Lama Su gazed out of the window at the always stormy Kaminoan sea. The planet had a raging storm that went on forever, the citizens of Kelvaros Prime soon grew used to the non-stop rainning and had tolerated it for as long as they could remember. Kelvaros Prime intelligence headquaters had decrypted a foreign message about Theltanion, a friendly nation to Kelvaros Prime.
"This isn't good, not good at all" Lama Su thought.

While Kelvaros Prime intentionally remains neutral, it will always aid its comrades in battle and crisis, but Theltanion had developed a Weapon of Mass Destruction, a remarkable weapon indeed.
"All that power, we could use it to take over the galaxy and restore the old Galactic Republic!" Lama Su pondered the thought for a few moments before coming to a conclusion. They would use the weapon. Along with the clone army and the Kaminoan shipyards, Kelvaros Prime would be unstoppable.

Lama Su smiled and went to work on the plans in his datapad.

by **Fae Omega** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:07 pm

Sabik and Virʒiniſ eye each other as they listen to the message broadcast by one of the unknown ships. "Well," begins Adhafera, manipulating the controls to fly the ship to within low orbit of the planet Regulus was recently attached to, "At least someone broke the ice with them. Switch to broadband frequency, Veſper. Let's send a thank you response. Mülü, see if there's any way we can communicate with the planet. Let's see if anyone down there needs aid." The two Spirit Faeries, identified as such only by their golden eyes, nod in acknowledgement and Veſper sends the message.

Code: Select all: To: Galactic Alliance Ship Urander We appreciate what you have done, sending that planet killer away. We will begin rendering aid to the planet. Do you know anything about this planet? Do you have any idea where their next target will be?

The Earth and Water Faeries, meanwhile, busily observe the planet from low orbit, planning their reconstruction efforts and looking for survivors.

by **Strykla** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:18 pm

The TISS Temeraire exited it's bubble of space as the Alcubierre Drive powered down. Immediately, the scanners were up and the radar array was spinning. Nothing of note.

The crew and Captain had been on patrol duty for the better part of the year by now, going back and forth in their small hundreds AUs of space. The Stryklan Admiralty were getting nervous, Captain Harvey thought. Of course, they had good reason. That irresponsible nation Theltainions had a dangerous weapon, and could easily use it wrongly.

It was time now to commence a firing drill. Once a week, the ship would beat to quarters and the nearest rocks would be bombarded, to test the crew's readiness.
The Officer of the Watch yelled through the ship's gertrude:
"We shall beat to quarters! Starboard battery at the ready!"
At once, the crew stopped what they were doing. Cards were cleared off tables, men ran to the gun batteries, and Strike-Fighters launched, shooting at enemy fighters projected onto their HUDs by the computer with lasers in lieu of guns. As soon as all guns were ready, the order to fire was given. The massive 30-inch guns were energized, the magnetic energy heating up the gun barrels and making them glow. A second later, fire erupted from the muzzles, with a broadside of twenty-eight shells ripping up space and their complex explosive core and armor-piercing head shattering a kilometer-long asteroid.

If anyone watched the spectacle, the message was clear: Cross the Stryklans, and pay the consequences.

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:21 pm

RP-Valkhera

"That was the Regulus, a type of factory that causes earthquakes and other natural disasters until the planet is in its inner core. There are thousands of these, the Thelean Empire Broke most of the Laws that we enforce. The Thelean Empire is lead by a Man Named Creaton,the former ruler of this planet which is truly named Elthia, home to the Elf like Aegis, Creaton once ruled the Hyvonian nation. We must find their planet Thelea or else we lose the battle."
Valard said with a serious look on his face.

by **Emmeria Kingdom** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:23 pm

As the prince of Emmeria look straight up at the sky and see nothing but darkness. Hoping the angels will return to free his people as he walks on the decks of Golden King and remaining Emmerian ships

by **Kyuria** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:42 pm

"Firing Proterus sphere."

"Zeyphar field expanding."

"All Endo Blocks confirmed."

"Keldon charges activated, timers set."

"Cluster warp sphere ready."

The lone commander stood on his bridge, over looking the rest of the fleet. 77 ships in all, an impressive feat considering they were all Jem'They Clss Battle ships. The best ships the empire had to offer, a balance of power, speed, weapons, cargo, etcetera etcetera! It was an all rounder, and some ships if they could afford it had miniature shipyards attached to their bellies.

The Kaijirou, the flag ship sat, waiting.

"Alright admiral, ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." The admiral, the Commander of the 9th fleet stood stock at attention.

"DETONATE PROTERUS SPHERE!!!"

There was a bright green flash, and a massive ball of green energy expanded to engulf the fleet. Each ship disapearing as it was bathed in energy. In seconds, the fleet was gone.

"Keep the cluster warp open, these things are expensive."

Unknown system.
mid orbit, sun centered.
Time: 0300 "universal" time.

A similar sphere appeared suddenly in space, depositing the fleet in exactly the same positions as they had been.

"And we're here. Hope we aren't late, we brought the beer." The Commander joked

The fleet sailed out of the orb, sliding easily out of it's diameter and gliding nonchalantly towards the planet in question.

"Hailing sir."

Code: Select all: Bonjour!!! I hope the day finds you well. If you don't mind. I'm here to serve you a notice from the Kyurian Inquisition. In case you were wondering, I am the notice. You are here by formally requested to cease and desist immediately. Reports from the Deeps Space Radar #17765 "Fubar" indicate a peculiar anomally associated with [b][i]Planet destroyers.[/i][/b] You wouldn't [i]"happen"[/i] to now something about this would you?

He was a Warklander. Big yellow bird like creatures. Huge shimmering blue eyes, a beak permanently locked into a smile, soft short feathers. Extremely warm and friendly. Cute as a button.

by **Kelvaros Prime** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:58 pm

The clone army began mobilizing. AT-TEs treading towards the Star Destroyers, Clone troopers marching in line into the ships as well. There were millions of them, its a wonder Kaminoan cities could hold this many men. Clones, men trained from birht until graduating and filling slots of Guards, and other Security personnel within the New Republic. But the clones meant much more, individuals that would change the galaxy as we know it, they were bred to know that they were War machines and meant to serve their ultimate leader, Lama Su.

A few hours later...

Lama Su was aboard the Commanding Venator-class Star Destroyer.
"Sir! We're ready to jump to light speed!!" shouted a bridge officer
"Good, proceed with the plans." Lama Su replied coarsely. And with that, the fleet was off

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 5:06 pm

Creaton was wondering his throne room looking onto the horizon, a thousand Regulus factory ships ready to be place at specific areas, when they shoot the beam Darghoron will be resurrected, and the Thelean Empire shall remain supreme.

by **Emmeria Kingdom** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:31 pm

Code: Select all: Transmission Strength, Honor and Courage to fight the angry night. I hope joint forces will liberate Emmeria soon from the vile creators. Emmeria is burning. I dont know if Emmeria will remain on the map. I know what they do, it is not pretty. This is Field Marshall Douglass Reichnak saying do not let them catch you

"Creaton. When can we liberate. My people are dying. I cant let them suffer like this."

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:34 pm

Emmeria Kingdom wrote:
Code: Select all
Transmission Strength, Honor and Courage to fight the angry night. I hope joint forces will liberate Emmeria soon from the vile creators. Emmeria is burning. I dont know if Emmeria will remain on the map. I know what they do, it is not pretty. This is Field Marshall Douglass Reichnak saying do not let them catch you

"Creaton. When can we liberate. My people are dying. I cant let them suffer like this."

"Creaton received this message, fine,I shall send in 44 model 44s."
He said as a large armada of Guardians landed into the area sent to rid of all enemies.

by **Emmeria Kingdom** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:36 pm

Then I will send my military force. My marines can land with you due west of the location your at. THe Army will reilieve the Montsak State Militia immediately

by **Theltainions** » Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:37 pm

Emmeria Kingdom wrote:Then I will send my military force. My marines can land with you due west of the location your at. THe Army will reilieve the Montsak State Militia immediately

"Exactly."

by **Kelvaros Prime** » Thu Dec 16, 2010 2:36 pm

Code: Select all: To: Theltanions Defense Ministry From: Kelvaros Prime High Command Encryption: Extremely Confidential Security: Extremely High We have our forces ready to reinforce your cities and capital, the Galactic Marines will hold the capitals while the rest of the Clone Army will spread out among your territory. Best of luck my friends.

by **Strykla** » Thu Dec 16, 2010 2:48 pm

The Temeraire exited from another jump, the space around the ship appearing to "ripple" from the Drive's grip on the fabric of space being released. This time they had jumped to a star system only visited once on their months-long blockade duty. At once, several unknown contacts were found by the radar. That quickly became a dozen, than several dozen as the longer-ranged gear was started. It stopped at 77. Capt. Harvey, his jaw nearly hitting the deck, snapped to and ordered,"Beat to quarters!" The radar, now activating it's acquisition gear, ID'd the ships as Kyurian. The computer, programed to send a handshake message, turned the communications dish towards the center of the other fleet. Even as the automated message was sent, intel was gathered on the ships such as shape, likely weak points, as much armor data that could be found with the ship's sensors, and probable weapons and defensive systems. As the Strike-fighters cleared the tubes, the entire fleet had been sized up. The against 77 ships, the Temeraire had little chance to fight off, but if it came to fighting they would not be going down without drawing blood. Indeed, the Temeraire was of the Victory line of ships, and was the biggest class in service with the Stryklans. With thirty-six guns, twenty-four able to pivot and eight much larger anti-ship guns on fixed points on the bow, a single ship against it was almost guaranteed to die a fiery death. In fleet actions, supported by Frigates and Destroyers, not a whole lot could stop the Stryklan fleets, aside from natural blockades, i.e. black holes and stars. But a single capital ship on 77 smaller ships, the odds were stacked.
As Harvey looked through the viewscreens from the bridge of the Temeraire, he prayed the Kyurians were friendly enough not to fire.....

by **Kyuria** » Sat Dec 18, 2010 8:53 am

"Contact- contacts off starboard bow!"

R U F'n me?

"Fighters detected!"

Oh come one!!! This is just BAWLLZ!!!

"Incoming message! ............"

So much for my day,...

"*sigh* Chillax every one, it's a handshaker."

A sigh of releif flew across the bridge of the Kaijirou. One person however remained just as stock still with a nasty scowl upon his face. Yep, angry seething, pure malicious hate. The good Commander was not amused.
"ALL WEAPONS ONLINE!!! IF THEY SO MUCH AS SNEEZE I WANT THEM SPREAD ACROSS THE COSMOS AS NOTHING MORE THAN LOOSE QUARKS!!!"

Every one visibly jumped at the sudden shout. Then they were set by the shock, the Commander had just given the word to prepare for war!?! Then again, 77 caps vs and cap and it's fleet wasn't really much of a fair fight. Perhaps there was something else? No matter. They had orders. As such, each ship began preparing defensive, and offensive weaponry. Each ship had a broad side of 17 point defense lasers, 4 Heavy laser cannons, 23 Blaster cannons, 5 400caliber cannons and 1 5x100 missile silos. These they turned on the Temeraire.

"Send them an obligatory "Stand Down" message and get ready to hail them. If they don't stand down,...Mmmmmm,... kill'em."

by **Strykla** » Sat Dec 18, 2010 10:40 am

"Sir! Power levels increasing on the bogies!" The Sensors Leftenant shouted. "Message received... They're telling us to stand down."
Harvey was at once relieved and horrified. They had to stand down or possibly be obliterated. If they stood down, they were at the mercy of the Kyurians. The Temeraire would probably be seized, the crew confined, and his Officers and himself would be shamed. Or, they might be shot anyway. That left one option...
"Power up the FTL Drive. Order the Fighters to defend the flight pods from possible missiles and fighters. Launch decoy noisemakers and flares to our port and hard to larboard. As soon as the Drive is powered up, bring in the fighters and jump to our space. Do not fire on the ships unless fired upon first. Go!"
With that order, the crew sprang into action.

by **Fae Omega** » Mon Dec 20, 2010 4:11 am

The three Humans and five idle Faeries listen to the response from the Valkheran vessel in silence. Both Earth Faeries and Water Faeries are concentrating hard on stabilizing the recently-attacked planet below them - calming the trembling of the planet, stabilizing rock faces, re-growing flora, and re-building seas. Veſper, one of the Spirit Faeries, is steadily scanning the surface of the planet, looking for signs of spirit-possessing life (basically any member of the animal kingdom). Mülü, the other Spirit Faerie, stares neutrally at the Valkheran vessel, watching the spirit energies of the crew as they go about their work. The one she identified as the commander of the vessel seemed to show great concern regarding the events that have transpired here, and the prospect of that Inveʃöſfen striking again, elsewhere.

Aþafera quietly whispers the name of the planet they are now orbiting and repairing to Þeneb, who nods in acknowledgement. The Earth Faeries have a knack for recognising a planet based on its unique geographical signature, and their eidetic memories are perfect for 'star charts'. The Air Faeries, Alzir and Bünþa, note the system's location in three-dimensional space. The atmosphere has less defining characteristics than the geological make-up of the planet, so it is unlikely that the Air Faeries would recognise the place if they saw it again, but they note its position in the galaxy by name, and leave it to the Earth Faeries to identify this particular planet should they ever pass it by again, and are somehow lost.

With the planet charted and repairs under-way, the elder boy grabs up a transmitting crystal, that is linked directly to the array of crystals lining sides of the ship that are used for communication. He asks ʂeraþan to focus the crystals on the Valkheran vessel, which the Earth Faerie does with hardly a thought before getting back to her planetary repairs. He then nods to Alzir, who readies herself to translate the vibrations made by Aþafera's voice on the small crystal in his hand to the larger ones lining the Höſ'Sölzœ, sending his voice out through space in a manner that can be received with simple radio antennas.

Code: Select all: To: Vessel Valkhera The device you describe is horrifying in solitude, but you say there are thousands of such vessels? The Thelean Empire are truly made of monsters if they use such technology as this on living planets. We are, unfortunately, visitors to this part of space, being explorers, and are unfamiliar with any of the systems you named in your last communiqúe. Do you have any leads as to the location of Thelea? Or where else they are using these vessels? Ours is clearly not a vessel of war, but the Höſ'Sölzœ is at the service of anyone that wishes to stop such madness. For the record, the voice you are now hearing belongs to Aþafera, one of three Humans on the Höſ'Sölzœ. Might I ask who it is that I am addressing?

Alzir relaxes as Aþafera places the crystal in its place on the arm of his chair. Inwardly, he wonders if the Velkheran commander would be too put off by being addressed by a fourteen-year-old boy to send a civil response. He chased off the Regulus, though, so that's got to be worth something. Aþafera makes a note to talk to Alzir and Bünþa about distorting his voice to sound more like an adult. It wouldn't help in those face-to-face meetings (or with anyone close enough to see through their crystalline hull), but it'd be great for communications such as this one...

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