Sic Semper Tyrannis [IC]

[Pax Cybertronian]

OOC Thread.

Cybertron, 40th Century

It had been a few stellar cycles since the Cybertronian Empire had declared an official declaration of war on The Imperial Federation. Megatron had issued an official statement that included: more propaganda would be created and would be issued every cycle, martial law would be declared (well, it already unofficially was), and all Decepticon troops would be prepared to be sent to a colony for the war. The Decepticons had recently dealt with the return of the Resistance, though they were antroids compared to The Imperial Federation.

Inside the High Pavilions, Megatron sat on his throne, pondering the recent events that had transpired. Undoubtedly, Blackwood would invade Animatros; it was the nearest colony to Cybertronian space, after all. Megatron had ruled with a tyrannical servo for eons, had fended off the Galactic Council and even ripped many of their colonies from them, and was still warring with the Human Confederacy, and he wouldn't let Victor Blackwood's feeble attempts at crushing his empire stop him, nor would he let the attempts of the loose conclave of nations called the Liberators defeat him. Several of Megatron's highest-ranking generals - Scorponok, Clench, Magmatron, Gnashteeth, Obsidian, Strika, Galvatron II (created by the G-Virus, not the original) and (somehow) Starscream - stood in front of him.

How Starscream had survived to this point was beyond him.

Starscream had proven to be an arrogant, snide, delusional, treacherous, narcissistic, sociopathic (the last of which wasn't as bad as Megatron's sociopathy) cretin who was more interested in self-aggrandizing himself rather than mechanical supremacy. It was all due to Starscream's indestructible spark, brain module and T-Cog that he managed to escape certain death multiple times. Perhaps it was Starscream's immortality that made him rise through the ranks even though Megatron had tried to kill him several times?

Megatron raised a glass of Engex Wine to his lips and issued commands to his generals. "You are to travel to Animatros and raise its defences in anticipation for an attack by Imperial forces. Starscream, you are to rally together the Aerospace Command and prepare to send out as many small fleets as possible to defend the Empire and to prepare to invade the Federation. Clench, you are to remain here to defend Cybertron from any attacks. Gnashteeth, you perform your usual business with your Darksyders. Obsidian and Strika, you two are to oversee and aid Shockwave, Sygnet and the Autobot scientists - the latter of whom have decided to align with us - the creation of Galva Convoy. Galvatron and Magmatron, you two shall oversee the creation of the artificial planet Nemesis. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," the generals responded, and then they proceeded to walk out of the room. Megatron looked through the panel of external oval windows in front of him. Soldiers were walking down the streets in perfect sync; as if they had practised this for hours. It was a military demonstration to show the might of the empire for propaganda purposes. The Decepticons were the dominant force in the galaxy, and that would be shown to the populace in as many ways as possible to ensure they are indoctrinated utterly. Scorponok's troops had mobilized, separating from the rest of the military, still in sync, and they would depart in the Semper Tyrannis, Scorponok's flagship. Next to depart would be Starscream, and then Gnashteeth, Galvatron, and finally Magmatron.

He grinned to himself. "Today shall be the day the Federation and those damned Liberators fall..."

[Eodor]

[Tagging this thread. Expect Irenton support any time before the end of the world or life as we know it]

[The United Artherian Federation]

ANSS Executor, 03:55 PM, Ship Time

"Admiral. We have orders from high command to assist with the war against Cybertron."
"We do eh? Where are going to be deployed so that we can whoop his ass?"
"One of their colonies."
"Coordinates?"
"Sector Delta, System Beta-Alpha Charlie."
"Set course. We leave immediately."
"Aye."
The Admiral had been expecting this for a while now. In his long life, he knew that at some point he would tangle with the Tyrant. On the Star Destroyer, he got ready for bed. Nothing more important than a good night's sleep, he thought. I must be at the top of my game.

[Rykil]

Worm-Rift, Unknown Space
AWS Morik

"We should have everything prepared in the next hour sir, all systems are a go." Was the ever repeating phrase he had heard every time he checked for the status of the rest of the fleet that was to come with them to Animatros to deal with the pitiful "Imperial Federation" that had decided to threaten the Cybertronian Empire, who were allied to the Alignment. This was where all the training from years and years of experience would pay off at last, in the battle that would decide his fate forever. But at this moment came the memories of the horrors he had committed during the Cyrek War, there was a reason it was called a forsaken war by many historians for what he had done during such a dreadful war.

The glassing of Cyrene itself.

He had ordered the planet to be glassed as the ground invasion force had no luck in attempting to breach it's defenses. Friendly personnel had died only for what they had been fighting for to be glassed into dust. Great numbers of Nuclear Missiles and Plasma slaughtered billions of innocent lives, billions, billions. The word rang through his head, screams of the dead and the dying echoed throughout his skull. He was guilty of it, guilty of the slaughter that had encompassed so many lives. He was forsaken at home and was to be executed until the Sovereign of the Alignment himself came down and judged him, allowing him to live but he was to redeem himself for the atrocities he had committed.

"Sir! Sir! You're spacing out sir!"

He jolted back to reality and cleared the thoughts from his head and went back to his nasty drill sergeant personality. "I want every one of you maggots working towards getting the rest of the fleet over here right now! If I don't get a 200 out of 100 I'll have your heads!" He continued barking orders across the room until his throat was scarred from it. He sat back down in his seat, simply waiting for the time of battle, the time of redemption.

[-The Imperial Federation-]

It came from outer space


”Buuuuuulllllssssshhhiiiiittttrrr” This majestic screaming was Victor traveling well over the speed of the light or even faster then thst, with him bouncing off starships over Animatos or smashing right though them like a ball through a glass window, shouting and cussing from all the lively children to hear before total annihilation by this maniac falling face first into the surface of the planet causing a crater 60-70 kilometer in diameter with a fantastic explosion razing a couple cuties and megastructures depending on their strength to having a demigod smashing into ground from out of nowhere.After that mess, Vonstein would pull his head buried in the ground out, trembling back and falling flat on his bottom in a daze, trying to get his thoughts straightened out unknowingly finding himself in a cosmetic war, the bastard is going to happen splendid time here.

The Republican Crusade

900 Imperial Deadnoughts exited the hellgates with Fleet Admiral Vesori at the seat of the storm, with his solid first orders being set the targets and begin triple laser bombardment of enemy forces with 50 nuclear missiles directed towards larger hostile vessels in the disputed zone.”The Decepticons will rule the day they made enemies of the Imperial Federation.” Said the Admiral, watching the flames come alive, five minutes until the bombardment ends and the starfighters would be deployed with the dropships to the conquered colony of animatos, with the enemy attempting to recover from the attack.

[Core Thelari Worlds]

Thelar City
Thelar
Yatef System

The clean and shining buildings of the Thelari capital of Thelar City, a massive city on the formerly uninhabited planet now renamed Thelar, gleamed in the light of the Yatef star. Gardens and fountains dotted the streets, and as members of all manner of different species roamed the streets - from the tall and logical Yaphraan, to the small red Fiisara, known for engineering prowess - the city was at peace. The entire Thelari Union identified as Thelari first, without a care for what species or planet they belonged to, and as a Confederal state, any planet or system could leave as they wished. But rarely did this ever happen, as most were comfortable in the Union. Ever since the Crisis on Estwan, unity has been at the core of Thelari life. However, while union was maintained outside, on the planets and stations around the union, a debate raged within the Council Chambers of Thelar City.

Shouts from all manner of different sides erupted, as delegations from each separate planet called for their own issues to be met. The chambers had never been so filled with noise, as all planets had generally been amicable. However, the day's issue had brought much more contention than any previously, and the shouting showed no signs of dying down. At the head of the Council, the High Speaker attempted to gain order. Finally, with a great shout of "ORDER!", the council began to settle.

"The issue we need to discuss is our stance on this war, and we must agree to a course of action," the High Speaker said, with authority in his voice, "We will discuss this in an orderly manner, as some stance must be taken on this issue." He looked down at his screen, "Representative from Htellek."

A booth lit up as the representative, accompanied by aides around them, began to speak. The representative himself was Xhosial, with his chitin a deep blue colour, as well as two Xhosial aides, with the last being Hpthonic, appearing like a long segmented insect rather than the humanoid form of the Xhosial. The Xhosial leant into the microphone, cameras hovering around, and translators making the sound emanating from the speakers easier to understand.

"This war does not concern us, and diplomatic relations must always be maintained. If we become dragged into this war, no-one knows what may happen. If we simply retained diplomacy with both the Cybertronians and the Imperial Federation, we may avoid this war entirely."

This response was met with many shouts of agreement, which soon died down. The speaker called the next representative - this one from Eyyaph. The Yaphraan representative, tall, green and four-armed, was flanked by two aides - one Estwani and one Fiisara. The Yaphraan representative spoke, the microphone picking up the carefully modulated vibrations of the Yaphraan's voice.

"It is exactly because this war concerns us that we must join. This war has the potential to rage across many galaxies, and if we do nothing, we condemn our galaxy to war."

Many voiced their distaste with this idea, and many agreed. The speaker called the representative from Valsaar, an Estwani, flanked by two Laniken aides and one Estwani, to speak.

"The galaxy may sort out its own affairs. No-one asked for our help, and we are in no position to offer any without placing ourselves at risk. If my colleagues from Eyyaph would wish to help these foreigners while throwing the concerns of the Core Worlds of the Thelari away, then so be it."

The speaker called the representative from Hpthon. Two Hpthonics stood, side by side, both appearing as if they were giant centipedes. The representative spoke.

"Thelari of all species, if this were a war of imperial domination, we would have no place in it. We are Thelari. We are not nationalists, we are not imperialists, we are not conquerors or subjugators. A war of this kind would be enough for us to steer clear from."

Many around him agreed, and while the speaker was about to move the conversation on, the Hpthonic continued to speak.

"But this is not a war of imperial domination. Rather, this is a crusade. A crusade against imperialism. Our hearts are full, and our aims are strong, and the democratic ideals we hold to must not just be kept to ourselves, but spread throughout the galaxy, for ours is the true way. We are Thelari, our voices, in many different languages and speeches, speak as one. We must fight both the Cybertronians and the Imperial Federation, for the good of all sapient species of the galaxy."

A roar of applause followed this. After much more debate, a vote was taken. 83% voted for war with both, with the intent of liberating the subjugated races of both empires, while the remainder voted for peace. However, with the Thelari Council aiming more for war than peace, for the great crusade to bring democracy to the people of the galaxy, the Thelari navy was brought to major population centres, the Thelari army was raised and equipped, and the Thelari prepared for a glorious and just war.

[Baileyi-Lycionia]

It has been several years since the Galaxy was thrown into turmoil by the Cybertronians and the Imperial Federation, and the threats to the Commonwealth have grown immensely. It has been 60 Years since the Lycionian War of Independence ravaged the Commonwealth, destroying many worlds and killing over a third of the entire Commonwealth population. Ever since the Unification Treaty was ratified by the Lycionian and Baileyi Parliaments recovery has been gradual, as the economy and military have been rebuilt, but the population has yet to return to pre war levels. The Commonwealth Government has been slowly consolidating its hold over the systems on the borders of the controlled territory and has instated a colonial program alike to the pre war colonial program. Though, due to the escalated violence near the borders, it has been of much debate whether to continue expanding and risk potential involvement in the new war, or reinforce current holdings and prepare the Defence Forces to be ready for combat to enforce neutrality of the Commonwealth.

The Supreme Commanders and President Q'sari have met on Procyon III, the capital world of the Commonwealth, to discuss the strategies and actions to be taken by the Commonwealth as a whole.

A holographic screen would be infront of two figures facing the President as if to present their ideas and tactics to her.

"President, ma'am, it is well known that the major alliances of the Cybertronian Empire,
the Imperial Federation, and the "Liberators" have been at war for several years, causing mass death and destruction of worlds across the galaxy. From our viewpoint, it has been a balanced war, with no side gaining a definitive edge. But, there are many neutral nations which can easily tip the balance, including our own. We need not to consider jumping to war, but we must consider the strength of our Defence Forces. If we were to be attacked, or we decide to attack, we need a capable Interstellar Fleet beyond our current combat capacities "
This Commander, a Baileyi, would drag their finger across their holographic screen and from it would appear a map of the Commonwealth and its held systems.
"I suggest that we construct new Fleet Dockyards and disperse them across our territory,
so if a portion of our holdings were taken we can still have plenty of offensive capacity. Due to our main resource and heavily populated planets being near the centre of the Commonwealth, we should be able to hold our own if we are attacked. We must set up defensive lines around the bordering worlds, and be ready to intercept incursions deeper into our territory"

A synthesized voice would then speak out, a Lycionian commander no doubt.
"Despite our manufacturing capabilities being within the 20th percentile of Galactic norms, and our society being in a productive yet free order, our defeat is calculated to be within 4.7 Years if we make no modifications to our current capacity, and 6.8 years if we enact Commander Zaphnanth's suggestions. We need to refit our aging fleet with the revisions and the new weapons designed by the Research Core of our forces, as well as introduce new ship classes to our fleet. The Doctrine of heavily armoured Battleships and Carriers worked well in the Civil War, and this idea has carried on to the present day with redesigns of ship types occurring throughout the years. This needs to change. We aren't facing off against enemies just of superior firepower, but of greater numbers and unknown capacities. We must be prepared to fight a war independently of the current three factions, and it will only be to our benefit if we join a faction and have our combat abilities exceed in battle. I suggest, in addition of constructing new dockyards and adding defensive lines, we introduce Dreadnought and Heavy-Type Ship Classes to our fleet and automate them to reduce the stress on our personnel numbers. There is also a need to introduce a significant raise in Ground Forces in the rim worlds and other planets in prepared defence. The Proposals of Supreme Commander Zaphnanth and I will take an estimated 184 days to enact, and 352 days to be in full effect. We must work together in order to combat our potential threats "
Several charts and ship designs would appear on the Lycionian's screen.

The President would finally speak to the two commanders
" Working together? From what I remember the public is still quite divided on working with each other. Though, I do have confidence that the idea of an insurmountable threat would provide as motivation."

Zaphnanth's ear would twitch after listening to the President's statement.
"We really don't have much of a choice, Q'sari, the current situation is against us if we want to stay neutral and independent. Its about time we grew a stronger force to protect ourselves. "

The President would nod.
" Very well. I grant both of you to put your proposals into motion, effective immediately.
I will handle our issue of conscription. I shall address the nation in 0600 hours, in the meanwhile notify your subordinates to prepare live exercises and training new recruits. Get to it, Commanders."

The two commanders would nod and be teleported back to their posts, as they prepare the Commonwealth for an age of military expansion not seen since the Civil War.

[Sub Sector Protractis]

Inquisitorial Safe house, unknown location, 3 years ago, Imperial federation space

The room was black, illuminated only by the holo-pic of the Grand Inquisitor. The operative in the room waited for the Grand Inquisitor to finish reading a data slate containing an official summary of the situation that had sparked.

The silence was broken, "You are positive of this assessment, you understand that if these statements correct the Men of Iron that almost rendered humanity extinct have in some form returned? I have annotated several points of interest, mainly the size and scope of this 'Cybertronian Empire' and the size and makeup if its' inhabitants. You have claimed that this war will be a major event on the galactic scale and that should the constructs win, organic life as a whole would be threatened."

"That is correct Lord."

"And am I to suggest that working with Xenos or any other myriad of nation or lifeform would be deemed acceptable despite the heretical implications of such an action...?" Asked the Grand Inquisitor.

"Lord, the Galaxy will stop to observe the results of this conflict, I have no doubt the God-Emperor would deliver us from any lasting harm, I simply think that fighting in the stellar territory of the threat would be a better decision and if the massive casualties that will be suffered can be split with Xenos it merely ensures the Sub-Sector does not squander its warriors"

"I will alert the Ordo Mechanicus and send more resources your way, ensure that you and your fellow operatives are prepared to cripple any infrastructure that these constructs would use. I understand that the Imperial Federation is not the most cooperative with our vision for humanity but slowly begin to prepare a possible insurgency should they prove unable to protect their holdings; under no circumstance however will you attempt to subvert their government at this time." The Grand Inquisitor finished.

"Yes Lord, your will and the Emperor's will carry my hand."

The Sequence terminated.
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Oracle of Knoss, Despoate of Arkadis; 2 years 10 months ago

Over the chanting of monks a man cried out, "They come, they come for us all!" his panicked cries broke the somber routine of the temple.

"They will come, the Primordial Abomination will return!" yelled the man running.

One of the Astartes guards of the Oracle strode into the chamber, "What is the meaning of this madness, have you lost your sense monk?"

The Monk fell to his knees and clutched the lower tabard of the Astartes in question yelling "My Lord, they come, they will destroy this temple and all of its worshipers"

The Astartes grew enraged and with one armored hand yanked the monk from the floor, his amplified voice brimming with rage "The matter in which you profane this place is a capital offense, explain what you say before I rend you for your disrespect to this place."

"My Lord, I have seen it, *his eyes beginning to shed tears mixed with blood* the Oracle has shown me something terrible and its coming!" wept the monk.

The Astartes set the man down and said "With me monk, you will explain exactly what you saw."
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The Bastion, War Chamber of the Lord Regent, Imperial High Court and Key leaders emergency meeting; 2 years 6 months ago

"A full mobilization would cost all houses dearly, we have enjoyed 2 years of relative peace and you want to prepare us for a full crusade?! Do you know the time, money, and opportunity that will be lost in the event this turns out to be an incident never escalates to our corner of the void!" yelled Marquess Onna Wokou.

"It would also set back Forge world maintenance by decades, possibly centuries if there are critical failures!" piped in Hanes Carpella, "Our forges will be taxed to the breaking should we go to full war footing."

Grand Inquisitor Duran and other esteemed Inquisitors stood in the center of the chamber being berated. Duran spoke, "Lord and Ladies, understand that our projections are becoming more accurate by the day, up until this point My fellows and I have tried to use covert actions and insurgency to stall this threat. However, we have seen no success and imagine their will be none unless we have a formal military force to back up the efforts of our operatives. These Men or Iron are not to be trifled with; they can and will reach our boarders if we do not challenge them."

"Must we challenged them so directly Grand Inquisitor? Or can we merely stage forces in that area of the void to preempt any aggressive action towards the Sub Sector?" asked Duke Evon Tsagos

"Well your grace..." Began Duran before he was cut off by Hanes Carpella "Duke Tsagos, as valuable as the strategic input of you and your brother have been here historically, when was the last time your House led the Sub-Sector to a decisive expansion or victory. I feel as if you and your Brother, whom has not seen it fit to grace us with his attendance to the insult of the Lord-Regent, would undoubtedly bog down our forces in yet another mutual aid action or nation building exercise." The worlds were insults that invited a response.

"You know full well Sir Hanes that House Tsagos has prosecuted many of these actions with our own soldiers, we have rarely asked other houses for aid and in fact have sent aid to other houses when needed!" Yelled Duke Evon

"Yes, Duke Spindle I'm sure appreciates the patronage of your family but House Carpella is not as impressed with token offerings of support. Too many Protractian lives have been lost to your brothers misguided conflicts. If he prioritized the successful execution of military actions as much he devoted time to him and his concu...I mean wife then maybe the House Carpella would see things differently" said Hanes.

"You dare to insult the Heads of my House!" raged Knight Commander Alexander as he began to walk into the open floor of the chamber, inviting a personal challenge of honor per Protractian custom. "My Mother and Father have been ever loyal Subjects of the Sub-Sector and you are out of line!" yelled Alexander as he struggled to keep his psychic powers in check his eye glowed green.

Hanes and his red Sentinels and his Mechanicus allies took to the floor. "Out of line, I merely am representing the interest of my House and the Grand Magos here *motioning to the Mechanicus figure next to him*, we seek to keep our forges producing for the entore Sub Sector, not just the personal conflicts of your father. If you feel his honor is Slighted I could offer you a Champion of draw your blood." said Hanes.

"Are you too timid to Draw your Axe to support your slights against my house?" Spoke Alexander placing his hand in his force sword.

"No Knight Commander, it is much simpler then that, I do not draw my weapons on those I consider beneath me." replied Hanes

Before Alexander could reply a voice all to familiar to the Imperial High court spoke out coldly "Well Lad after the last champion whose head I split I don't think Alexander has anything to worry about. I can assure you my martial prowess is more than you and your friends can withstand if you feel the need for a decisive challenge." It was Ausjorn "the Savage" Abolt, champion of House Tsagos. One of the True 'Free men' of the Sub-Sector, his challenge was more biting than any noble insult being that he was not considered of noble blood his challenge would warrant capital punishment but his service to House Tsagos in a military capacity allowed him certain immunities that others were not afforded. His savage and wild appearance only serving to contrast him to the finery of the Imperial High Court.

"Or you would talk to the Grand Prior himself seeing as he has just arrived." finished Ausjorn.

Hanes smiled his eyes betraying his concern and said "No Ausjorn, I do not feel the need to replace House Tsagos' Champion. I know the Grand Prior would request a large sum if you were to be harmed."

Ausjorn laughed and said "Well Lad that much is true, and the next time you insult Lady Victoria I'll rip your noble head from your shoulders and stick it up your royal arse."

"Ausjorn enough" spoke Grand Prior Jonnako Tsagos. "Forgive him Ladies and Gentlemen, our venture has yielded no fruit as of yet and he is merely expressing the frustration we all feel. Sir Hanes, please afford me the courtesy of insulting my wife and I when I am present next time around. I need to witness such behavior for myself to believe it, as your father should have told you how he received the scars on his face and how insulting my house never ends in a positive result."

He rolled into his announcement without delay, giving the exchange with the Carpellas little weight. "Lords and Ladies, the Legion of War and the Queen of Esplanade have been contacted. We still have no contact with the forces of Hedron. Thus far none have pledged support in this endeavor." finished Tsagos

"So we stand alone for the time being?" Asked Lord-Regent Maddox

"Yes your Regency, we will have to venture to the void as alone as when our people came to this place, I suggest we deploy and look for new allies and partners who share our interests. There are a plethora of nations that though I find unsavory would suffer just as we would from an organic genocide." Replied Tsagos

"Very well, we shall call the Question..." Said Maddox

The casting of votes began the results rested on a knifes edge
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Crovas Region, 1 year 8 months ago

The Armies of the Sub Sector were marshalling on the Super Fortress world of Bellicose Prime. The Planet was Larger then most terrestrial worlds and was equipped with both a full shipyard and two moons that served as Orbital Defense stations, although the full mobilization would take another three and a half years the forces marshalled here were nothing to discount. Hundreds of Light Line Divisions, 250 Infantry Divisions, 80 Mechanized Divisions, 20 Assault Divisions, 35 Siege Divisions, 15 Artillery Divisions, 25 Armored Divisions, 5 Super Heavy Armor Divisions, 3 Drop Divisions, over 10,000 Brothers of the Order of the Griffon, 2 Titian Legions and Hundreds of thousands of House troops of all houses and a Detachment of Imperial Legion all in addition to a Large Air and Naval compliment. This was an invasion force in the making, a force that would reckon with any galactic power on the stage; the gathering storm would rock the very foundation of the galaxy at large.

The force arrayed was the start of the full mobilization of the Sub- Sector, they would not depart enmass and reach their destination for almost 4 years but an expeditionary force was being readied as well to assess their new frontier. As for the Ordos of the Inquisition they were already there seeding thoughts of an Organic confederation to defend against the Machines attacking the Imperial Federation should they shift their sights to orther organic nations. The Sub Sector would not openly cast its die until it was certain a large collation would support it. Nurtrality would be the official policy for the foreseeable future.
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[Hiachijan]

Tchinoma's Orbit, Loiz System

VTV Yottaparsec, 4:12 AM (Earth time)

The Yottaparsec was a mighty dreadnought. Massive in size and spec, it was fit for someone with the title of Consess. Extravagantly decorated, armored to the point of excellence, and retrofitted with the latest technology, it was indeed a fine example of Ythigen engineering.

Aiatli'vy-Jenth was currently in her study, the room near the top of the vessel, and the place in which she spent the most of her time. Her current duty was minimal at best; she was tasked with signing a signature of approval (or disapproval) on new laws that some Domini of certain Ythigen nations had suggested. They were sent to Advent's High Council to be reviewed either way, although there have been some which she would have liked to toss out the airlock as physical letters. So far, she had this job yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. Her glory days as Consess seemed to be fading away. She believed she was losing her sanity at this point. 'Approved, approved, disapproved, approved...' By now, she thought there was a pattern to it all.

Then there was one that spiked her interest, the first in syzygies.

IMPERIAL-CYBERTRONIAN WAR
YTHIGEN INVOLVEMENT(?)

She had almost clicked the "discard" button before she could observe the holographic letters on the computer. Didn't that war begin a few years ago? The Federation preferred to keep to itself so much, they had nearly forgotten about the whole dispute. Perhaps they wanted to. At this point, however, the war had grown in the number of participants, and it was unlikely that Hiachijan would remain unaffected throughout it. Yet, this matter was controversial among Ythigen. Near the bottom of the document, there was a signature:

Krati'hul-Nith, Arcirro Dominus

The Dominus was the elected leader of an Ythigen nation, the other being a female individual, a Dominess. The male leader of the red-skinned Arcirro people had suggested they enter a war between xenos and highly-advanced mechanical beings. The rest of the document was vague, so Aiatli resorted to speaking with her mentor directly. Pressing the communications button on one of the holographic screens which had been orbiting around her, she turned around towards the ring in front of her, and after a brief wait, was greeted with the holographic form of Krati, who materialized before her.

"Consess," he muttered, apathetic.

"This." Aiatli presented the document to him, skipping introductions. "Explain, why suggest such a rash thing?"

"Because both may threaten our existence unless we support one of them," he started. "However, I have an idea."

"I'm attentive," the Consess acknowledged.

"We can benefit from this. I have a list of options for us to choose from." He brought up a list upon his omni-tool.

"Well, not a list, but a few good ones. The first being that we refrain from entering physical warfare, and instead support a side secretly through passive means, such as supplies shipments, or the manufacturing of new weapons, in return, we get their protection. We can do this on one side or both, without having them know we were supporting the two of them."

"Gambling with our civilization, especially if they discover the ruse. They'll grind us into fuel for their ships," Aiatli stated.

"Alright, alright. Option two, then. Support Lord Megatron and his Cybertronians. Yes, he seeks to kill off all organics, but we're straying away from organic bodies ourselves. We'll force all our people to transfer their consciousnesses into robotic bodies, as some already have, so that we won't have to worry about the threat of eradication as long as we support that maniac."

"Sounds somewhat appealing, minus the eternal devotion to Megatron."

"There's another option, in case he decides to kill us off anyways," Krati said. "In that case, we also prepare a massive evacuation project. We construct ark-class starships, capable of housing hundreds of thousands of Ythigen at a time. We give them massive FTL engines, and set them on a course towards the nearest major galaxy, Andromeda."

"How long will the journey there take?" Aiatli asked.

"Perhaps six centuries, maybe longer. The populace will undergo cryogenic preservation, if we're still organic. If not, then we will not require food or rest, but we can put ourselves into a period of hibernation to wait out the migration."

Krati continued. "Option three; join the Liberators. Self-explanatory. Option four; support the Imperium and eradicate the threat to all organic life. Self-explanatory. Finally, there is option five; do nothing, and remain neutral for the time being. Those are all the major options I have."

Aiatli was inquisitive with his suggestions, but she had plenty of doubts.

"Some of these are extremely costly, you understand that, yes?" She asked.

"We have the money. Besides, remember Project Espijan? We already have a few arks on standby, and we're building more to house the rest of our people on."

"Dominus, some of these are ludi-"

Krati cut her off, hollering. "Look, just approve it so that Advent can decide! We live in times of turmoil, and your people chose you to get us through them, correct?"

"...Correct."

"Good, so then I assume you know what the right choice is. Approve it, Aiatli." With that, Krati severed the connection, leaving the Consess to her own thoughts.

He DID make a good point. Doing nothing would probably be the downfall of their people if there was an empire out there that wanted to kill them all off. And a robotic populace would be far superior to an organic one. Disease and other health issues would be a thing of the past. They probably wouldn't be weak to the galactic standard anymore, either.

Reluctantly, she typed in her signature, and the document was approved.

[Pilarcraft]

19 Evening Star, 9E 5
"Overseer," said the aldmer on the communication deck, looking at a table with a map of the space sector they were on, "I think you need to see this."
"Is it-" the captain, a dunmer, Arvel Goreth, said with a tone of amazement, "surely, that's not a sign of-"
"Yes. Life outside this sector. the theories were true"
"Hmmm. I see..." Arvel said, rubbing his beard, "we need to investigate, then."
"Sir, they're at least ten manatic parcels away from us. the journey would take at least-"
"Two days, if we pick our route right. I know" Goreth said, his sense of wonder (and secretly, his wish to become someone at least remotely relevant) overcoming his better sense, "notify the fleet. we're taking the Tablet Station with us. Let's go and find a sector in the name of the Council!"
the Fourth Fleet then prepared for a journey to the source of the mysterious signal.

[Higher Japan]

Capitol Building

Within the steel reinforced walls and heavily guarded facility of the capitol building, important members of the military sat along a round table as they all sat in wait, waiting for a droid to enter to announce the arrival of the empress. "All rise in presence of the empress." The droid said, all present including the holograms standing up as the holograph of the empress appeared, before she nodded as all of them took a seat back down.

"Empress, why have we assembled in the capitol building. Don't tell me..."

"It is as we have feared, Grand inquisitor Luicilla, Cybertron and the federation have entered a war. The IRoC has also entered on the side of Cybertron, this is indeed a bad time for this to occur. I require one of you to lead an invasion force now."

"Empress, We can't wage another war now. Special forces are occupied on earth, Grand Judge Uriel and Grand Admiral Victoria are currently on the out skirts of the milky way system. No member is fre-" She opposed, but was quicklu

"Except for you. Luicilla you'll be given a very important task. You're to establish a staging ground for a further invasion into the former in secrecy."

"I'm sorry empress but i oppose this, Luicilla has just entered the council. At such a young age i do not believe she is-"

"Grand judge Uriel need i remind you that you had gotten your position before her age? Victoria, your opinion?"

"She is fit to run a fleet, the tests say so and so do my staff. I believe that his decision should be over ruled and the girl given a fleet."

"Although she is fit, i believe that she does not have the full war hardened veteran's experience yet. Very well, the council has decided. Grand Inquisitor Luicilla, you will be assigned a fleet of ships, with the main mission to deploy in secrecy. My reserve staff will be deployed with it. Commander Aurora, Nemesis Eight, can i count on you to provide special operatives forces? Victoria and Uriel, perhaps some of your reserve forces can assist in this landing operation."

"Yes, empress." They replied in unison, before she nodded as the council was dismissed.

Animatos

Jumping out of hyper space, a small imperial strike force of 1 landing support dreadnought, flanked by 2 capital ships along with more cruisers and various smaller frigates, all covered with fighters from a carrier at the rear. Immediately upon their exit, the capital ships began to rain turbo laser fire onto the planet, away from any federation forces as the frigates supported by the cruisers, moved in with the drop ships to try to land on the planet and establish a forward base.

[Primus Ordo]

/skip

[New Doobengert]

New Doobengerts City
Doobenia
The Evani System

The twin sun's of Doobenia shined bright overhead, and the sky was the shade of blue that many New Doobengertians may long to see all their life, unfettered by smog from factories. Two scouts approached the black monolith that was the Ministry of Growth. Their designations were simple- G|A198 and G|A175- but that was nothing special, all scouts received simple number designations, which would act as their name forevermore. They rushed their way to the planning room, they had an urgent message for Asheyin II or if not her, than the highest authority they could find.

Asheyin II sat at the table discussing the suppression of rebel forces back on her native home on Earth and her preferred subjugation method to deal with the Y'acrafi on a recently conquered planet when the two scouts burst into the room unannounced." What in the four hells is the meaning of this?!"Shouted Asheyin II at the two interrupting scouts.
"Ma'am", said G|A198, carefully speaking so he did not anger here "We have news of a war."
"Between who exactly, 198?"
"The Imperial Federation and The Cybertronian Empire, ma'am" responded G|A175.
"Ma'am, maybe we should try the vultu-"started G|A198 before being shot by Asheyin with her silenced pistol always kept by her side.
Asheyin sighed and said "175, I'm going to give some direct orders to you- relay them to other yearlings you meet. Never. Suggest. Plans. To me. Now leave, and if you come back in here ever again without my permission, you better be ready to suddenly have one less head- understood?"
"Y-yes ma'am" G|A175 said before running out of the room.
"Now, General A017- intiate the vulture stratagem. You know what to do."

[Pilarcraft]

20 Evening Star, 9E 5
The Interplanetary Fleet has a specific formation for travelling through the Hyperspace. The Shuttles all move forward, in a spear formation. the Carriers, each of them carrying their share of the Fighters fly right behind them. The Artaeum vessels all fly a little slower, guarding the Fleet's mega-carrier.
In the Fourth Fleet, Avrel Goreth, the Dunmer Overseer, was aboard the Tablet Station with the rest of his Admirals, all watching the Hyperspace, their understanding of stars and planets all shown in a blue hue around them, in amazement. Truth was, while theoretically possible, nobody from the Confederal Alliance had as of yet been so far from Earth (or, before the Cataclys, Aurbis). They did not have any idea how long a return would take, or if a return would even be possible. then again, the Fleet did have a few Artaeum class Ships to colonize if a return would prove to be improbable.

"Overseer Goreth, sir" a meek captain said, working on one of the TDC devices of the Tablet Station, "We are pulling out of Hyperspace in exactly ten minutes"
The Overseer looked away from the beautiful view in front of him, and said "well, then. maybe we should get to our jobs. All personnel return to their vessels, keep this Station empty apart from the Ghost Crew and the High Rank. We may need to act quickly once we're there."

[Doom Legions]

Armageddon-Class Warship Flight of the Angels
Flagship of Warfleet Celestine

The season of war is upon us yet again, and the Legions of Doom answer the call of battle.
The Cybertronian Empire has proven itself to be quite the conduit for conflict over time. Their presence on the intergalactic stage has been bombastic and violent, and an excellent diversion.
As such, it is in the Legions' best interests that the Cybertronian Empire endures. Their views might not align, mainly in the Legions recognizing the superiority of organic life, a fact the Cybertronians stubbornly refuse. But a conflict between the two factions is unlikely, certainly in the face of so many mutual enemies.

So it was decided that a Warfleet be sent to join the conflict. Many natural enemies and potential rivals were flocking towards the war already, their fleets leaving the safety of their worlds, leaving them exposed to more predatory elements. Elements such as a fully armed and operational Legion Warfleet.

In command of such a fearsome force was the Stellarian Starmaiden known as Lady Alastia Nightshimmer, an experienced commander with an expertise in fleet warfare and lightning strike strategies.
Accompanying her were Doomlord Galvanthar Thorial and Slayer Lord Caeleria Solfire, the former being adept at armoured ground warfare, and the latter a specialist in countering other specialists. An anti-specialist specialist, if you will.

The fleet itself was primarily geared for fleet to fleet combat, meaning a large investment in Armageddons and Behemoth-Class Carriers. Ground forces were less numerous, but they did have several Triumph-Class Battletitans and Judgement Superheavy Tanks available, as well as squads of elite Slayer units, courtesy of Caeleria Solfire.

Unlike the usual Legion vessels, the Flight of the Angels, as a ship of Stellarian make, had a very ornate and widely decorated interior. No crude reinforced metals or grim obsidian coloured walls, but rather ornate marble floors and pillars, decorated with pure silver. The ship's bridge looked more like a temple than the bridge of a massive warmachine. It did however possess the ability to rain down godly wrath on the enemy.
Lying in a comfortable silver longchair with deep blue cussions was Lady Alastia Nightshimmer. A perceptive eye could note some electronics expertly intergreted in her command "chair", giving her access to everything she could need to command her forces throughout the entire sector from the comfort of her chair.

In front of her was a holographic projection of the sector, while next on her on either side stood the holograms of Doomlord Galvanthar and Slayer Lord Caeleria.
To the side was a wall of text, displaying her orders from Legion Command. The orders were not too complicated; she was to ensure the survival of the Cybertronians by eliminating or preferably reducing any serious threats to them to a level they could handle on their own, while also inflicting as much damage as possible on hostile elements and if possible to see to the total elimination of the 'Liberators' faction.

"Lady Nightshimmer, my sources revealed to me that there is a significant gathering of forces around the planet known as 'Animatros'. I predict that the conflict's first mayor battle will take place there." Reported Caeleria.

Nightshimmer nodded in agreement. "What of the planet's defenses? They don't look very.. dependable." She replied.

"Although the Cybertronians are reinforcing their defenses there, my simulations show that without intervention a properly orchestrated invasion of present and arriving factions would be able to break through and begin a planetary invasion. From there on I give them two, maybe three months before the planet falls, and that's being generous." Said Caeleria.

"My A.I. came with similar results, yes. Then we shall set course for that system. Do not exit the Plane until I give the word though, we can monitor activity in the system from here and plan a proper ambush without making our presense known. Lord Galvanthar, if you would be so kind as to ready our ground forces for potential lightning deployment. I want to be able to land Legionnaires and Titans both immedeatly upon arriving, should we need it." Ordered Nightshimmer.

Galvanthar merely nodded and saluted, then disconnected to execute his orders.

"That will be all for now," Said Alastia, turning to the hologram of Caeleria. "We will speak again when we arrive at our destination. Dismissed."

Caeleria saluted and disconnected as well.

Then, ordered by Nightshimmer, the fleet changed course, and began moving towards what would likely become the first major battlezone in the conflict.

[Eodor]

Imperial Palace, New Valk

The Imperial Palace was grandiose from the outside, but more resembled a cozy home from within. This was more a place of work than residence, but the Kings kept a private area were they would relax or sleep after a day's work. Nicholas was doing so now, sat in front of a roaring fire in an old leather armchair, reading a Vortexian book he had taken from the Ethereal Dimension.

He was interrupted by a knock on the wooden door behind him.

"Enter," he called out, not taking his eyes off the book.

An Imperial WarPriest entered, with a red cape draped over his left shoulder. He gave a customary short how before speaking, "my lord. We have just received word of a declaration of war by the Cybertronian Empire against the Imperial Federation. The Administratus awaits your orders on how to deal with this matter."

Nicholas sighed, before standing and following the WarPriest out to the Administratus Chambers.

IESS Blade of The Empire
Sovereign Class Carrier
484th Fleet
En route to Animatros

The entire 484th and 287th Fleets had been transferred from garrison duty in the Halian sector, with 2 Sector Armies and 3 Death Guard Legions in tow.

"Alright troopers. Our mission is to assist the Cybertronians in defending this system, Imperial Federation ships and troops will be swarming all over the planet. We will rift in close to the planet, and send down what Divisions we can before we engage the enemy fleet. ETA 3 minutes."

Animatros Orbit
IESS Sanctum

The fleet's rift portals opened up over the planet, they were taking a big risk exiting in such an area, they were right in range of enemy munitions and fighters, but they had to get troops down to the surface quickly.

Upon arrival, the larger battleships and Dreadnoughts angled to defend against the enemy fleets, their powerful armour and shields giving the carriers time to launch fighters to harry the enemies more powerful vessels.

The carriers behind the wall of ship's opened up their hangar bays, launching their transports and fighter escorts while a squadron of frigates entered the atmosphere to provide support, altogether, 250,000 Foot Soldiers were being brought to the surface, where they would be informed by the Cybertronian general of where their services would be needed most.

Hawk Dropship
FJ-4476, Foot Commander
Entering Animatros atmosphere

The dropship shook as it entered the atmosphere, the extreme forces caused by entering so fast made evident in the fire seen out of the viewscreens.

The Foot Soldiers inside ignored this, they had experienced it so many times before, they were also trained to ignore it. They were created to fight, and not to worry if death himself stated in their face.

FJ-4476 opened his communication pad, and attempted to send a message to the Cybertronian commander on the surface:

Irenton Empire troops are here to assist in the defence of this planet. Where will our services be most needed?

[The Transhuman Union]

The Earth Assembly of the Transhuman Union #142

It was the 142th meeting of the Earth Assembly since its creation. This time, the Union will discuss something has been going for quite some time.
It was the conflict between the Imperial Federation and The Cybertronian Empire. The reason why that was important was because of apparently far superior strength of both of those nations against the Union and the threat of total devastation of the Union if war was ever declared on it.
The Transhuman Union, although it is a technocracy and has rapid technological advancement, it is still certain that the warring nations will have better technology and military.
"They hungrily seek our lands. We must remain vigilant. We should starting pacifying some of our neighbors to prevent war." Said one of the speakers.

It was certain a military solution would never work. The Union has NO combat spaceships. It has tried to deploy some of them, but failed completely. All of the Union's forces are either orbital, air, sea or land forces. In an event of war even against a minor power with even few spaceships, the Union would suffer defeat.
So instead they turned to diplomacy. President Zuzanko Lujza was confident that improving relations with some of the other minor powers, like Pilarcraft or the Interstellar Federation would assure that the Union would be protected against any aggression by a foreign power.

And so the government officials discussed, facing a pretty one-sided dilemma. The vote was clear: 94% of them not only demand pacifying powers, but also finally convince the Union to build its space military, which would help protect Earth and its colonies of Luna, Mars and mining facilities on large asteroids in the Mars-Jupiter belt. The workforce of the Transhuman Union started producing less consumer goods and more towards building combat spacecraft, which caused slight unpopularity.
The Transhuman Union might or might not live to see this day; only destiny can tell us the correct answer.

[Tundra Terra]

Blood Moon was watching disinterestedly as the planetary defenders of their most recent raid succumb to the power of Dark Energy. Ships were left lifeless in space, silent, powered down, and consumed by the flames of the Forge-Ships as crew and steel became mere material to the making of new ones. Those that didn't die from the lack of life support suffered the Grave Keeper and Death Head fates. Pressed into service, modified genetically, broken down mentally, and rebuilt to be one with the Tundrans. The planet itself was stripped of resources as seed camps began their work to fully own the planet and dig to create underground cities.

A walking figure came into view outfitted with new armor and a wolfish grin. "Welcome Commander Irithaki." As the two men exchanged honors Blood Moon pulled up several planetary feeds, "You know what you must do?" Few words were needed, "Our vast fleets and armies are more than safe to be truly concerned about fighting these latest wars Warmonger." Out of window view one could see the work of billions of souls perhaps even trillions as Tundran fleets and ground armies grinded nations to dust in search of perfection or eternal war. "An old ally contacted us." said Blood Moon, "Victor" responded Irithaki as he continued, "It will be done Warmonger and IROC?" This was true, because technically they are still allies and trading partners despite being on opposing sides in the near future. "Avoid conflict with them if necessary, but answer the call to arms with the Imperial Federation. We go to war this day."

And so began again the hunt for foes and the swelling of ranks.
After all for Tundrans, War Is Eternal....

[Baileyi-Lycionia]

The Conflict grows as new entries increase the conflict's scale. News and Updates of the War permeate to the civillians of Commonwealth. There is a fear of the war spreading to the Commonwealth, as many are worried and fearful of a day where their home nation is attacked and the destruction and death spreading to the familiar planets of the system. Meanwhile,the results of the previous meeting with The President and The Supreme Commanders are coming into fruition. Throughout the dozens of star systems new dockyard are being constructed in orbit, as existing fleets move into the designated defensive positions under the order of Supreme Commander Zaphnanth, as new Heavy Cruisers, Heavy Destroyers, and Dreadnoughts are ordered to be produced and manned as soon as possible. The Research Core has introduced new weaponry and systems that can significantly change the order of battle for the Commonwealth. Effective Cloaking Systems can produce surprise and stealth attacks unparalleled in history, as new Heavy Shielding can protect a ship through even the harshest of combat conditions for a given time.

Meanwhile, President Q'sari stares out of her office window, having a view of the urban environment of Procyon III. The Planet has one of the highest standards of living in the Commonwealth, and utilizes new technology at its fullest. Automated vehicles fly through the sky, and people can be seen on the streets talking, laughing, living a happy life
"I hope I won't bring this nation to its knees."
She would think to herself. Her speech is to come soon, as Q'sari has going over her papers and the accompanied holographic visuals to her speech. Violence is closing in on the Commonwealth, its only a matter of time.

[Robosis Corporate State]

AD4-2830-L

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Exiting Warp...

Query: Confirm location? Target: Planet 331B (Animatros)

Response: Location = Planet 331B (Target)

Conclusion: Warp successful, target reached

//Protect Cybertronian forces on Planet 331B, destroy Imperial Federation forces

Deploying Troops...

Sending Transmission - Cybertronian Military Base

Transmission

Greetings, Cybertronian allies. I am Astroship AD4-2830-L. I have arrived to assist in your battle against the Imperial Federation. Robosian troops will arrive on the planetary surface soon, and I am deploying several dozen fighters to assist in ship-to-ship combat.

[Gaozu]

The War Room, Jiangrao Capital District, Gaozu

Sun had just opened dialogue with the rest of the provincial leaders, all of whom were prepared for war on the Liberators' behalf. Besides him to the left was the Rt Hon Suzuki Mitsuhari, Governor of Shangsui; and on his right was the Rt Hon Liaoning Song, Governor of Gaoxian. On the table in front of them lay piles of papers, lumps of blu-tac the ministers used to relieve the stress of the situation, and a number of laptops, tablets and other electronic devices which were used to keep track of the plans they were all making for the coming war.

"So as you know, we're now at war with the Cybertronians and the Imperial Federation as well as a number of neutral nations. This isn't our finest hour, but we must not accept defeat from the very start! I know you, I and all our brave and loyal soldiers will do their best to spread peace, democracy and solidarity among the nations of the cosmos. We'll have hard days ahead, but I trust that every citizen of our great People's Republic will do their bit to fight for not only the liberty of our great nation, but of so many others up there among the stars."

In the room a number of generals also stood, their hands clasped on documents of the utmost secrecy before the declarations of war which had recently occurred. The ministers knew of Gaozu's futuristic android army, sure, and of their automated drones and experimental space weapons programme. What they didn't know, however, was that the military had been planning for a number of decades the logistics and technical requirements of a space war, and had had some success. Even though this technology had never been seen in action and was only recently out of the concept stage, Gaozu's military was, well and truly, prepared for the Space Age.

On Sun's signal, the generals walked around the long, silver table to where Sun was sitting, and laid their plans down.

[The Hexagon Industries]

Deathbringer Seven, Space
t.07.15.51.31

The Hexagon's mobile superstructure, Deathbringer, slowly moved though space, lying dormant. It looked like a large, thin shard, with six thick, yet shorter spires orbiting it's middle. The Deathbringer superweapons were the largest space crafts that the Hexagon has ever created, with it's main spire having the height equivalent to two Sol stars standing on top of each other, pole to pole. The main spire itself is lightly armed, but has an ability to project a large energy shield that protected the entire weapon at all angles.

It's orbiting spires, however, are armed to the teeth with weapons, some capable of destroying an entire fleet. From large autocannons, and rocket pods, to railguns, laser cannons, and plasma cannons. Protecting the main spire, these smaller spires are heavily armored, and will usually take the hit when the energy shield is down.

It's main spire is inhabited by almost two hundred million agents, each having their own role to fulfill. Some controlled the orbital spires, some were tasked to maintain the Deathbringer's on board facilities, such as farms, plantations, water systems, and the like. Some welcomed newly assigned cadets, transported into the Deathbringer. Some helped to the fabrication of weapons and gear, some maintained the vehicles on board, and some worked in the command and control center, awaiting further instructions from the Hexagon Central High Command.

Deathbringer Seven, obviously the seventh craft of it's design, continued to slowly travel through space, it's six spires quietly orbiting the structure at a rate of three full orbits per hour. It's highest ranking officer, the Senator, right-hand man of the Overseer himself, personally volunteered to take over this mission. He was a strange, pale man. Always seen wearing a black tuxedo, agents rarely trusted him, but, respected him for his rank.

Not actually human himself, he was from a dark, forgotten age, where the Earth was yet to be formed. He is also one of the few people who has actually used real magic in the Hexagon. Looking at the screen of the console he was using, he silently searched for any activity in the surrounding areas of the Deathbringer. The Deathbringer was sent by the High Seers to this galaxy, having heard rumors that a large amount of different civilizations were inhabiting this area, scattered all around this sector.

Their main objective is to purge. Purge the galaxy of it's unwanted filth.

The Senator pressed a button, activating the Deathbringer's cloaking systems, causing the large craft to vanish from sight, yet, it warped the light that surrounded it, an unwanted byproduct of the light bending modules. Also turning on its energy shields, the Senator looked around, having felt a strange presence near the mobile fortress.

Setting his sights on a planet, he ordered the men to permanently anchor the Deathbringer, and to prepare for war.

[The Grand Diamond Authority]

Launching away from one of the primary Homeworld colonies owned by Blue Diamond, a sleek but small and special shuttle-like craft flows into Cybertronian space, using a natural stealth field that causes it to appear as nothing was there at all due to the light-based properties of the ship's hull, a very specific method having been honed by the Authority for billions of years. Having kept all communications systems off as part of the mission, the ship begins to lower in altitude, going downward to the surface of Animatros, and finding a place to land in Cybertronian controlled territory, the ship uncloaking when it approaches its landing spot, and then displaying the Authority symbol when it landed, as a badge of their authenticity, the crew inside waiting for the response by any Cybertronian authorities, mostly if it's a safe area to land.

"Holly Blue! We've readied for any instigation and investigation, and have documents of allegiance for the Cybertronians if required. I... don't actually understand why'd we need to prove that we're gems, haven't the Cybertronians known us for like, a really long amount of---"

"Quiet, you halfwitted Amethyst! None of you ever know when to keep serious for an event like this! Why am I the one always assigned to you druse of pathetic, imbecile Quartz rejects! Get working and wait for our clearance to exit." She smacks her underling across the head, sending her tumbling across the ship's bridge, as she then scrambles off to work alongside her sisters, as the Agate commander grumbled away in her post.

[Pax Cybertronian]

As the influx of warships - both ally and enemy - began to surround Animatros, Scorponok's initial ORBAT deployed itself, surrounding the planet. On board the Semper Tyrannis was Scorponok and his soldiers, many of whom served with him back on Nebulos. Two of them were Fangry and Mindwipe. Fangry was your average soldier, having, ironically enough, served in recon during the War for Nebulos. Mindwipe, meanwhile, was a Black Epochian priest and Scorponok's second-in-command, having quickly rose through the ranks during the Great War due to his sharp strategic mind.

Fangry accidentally tripped over some obvious wires, which led to a nearby supercomputer which monitored the war.

Mindwipe chuckled to himself as Fangry stumbled over the controls. "As always, Fangry, you're the epitome of intelligence."

"Ah, shut up!" Fangry roared. "Go black to your Black Sabbaths and go talk to yourself like the freak you are!"

"Excuse me?" Mindwipe growled. "My affinity with séance and the black arts is unparalled! Something that you wouldn't comprehend!"

"Oh, I can comprehend my servo in your face" Fangry bellowed, arching his servo and preparing to punch Mindwipe.

"Enough!"

Mindwipe and Fangry turned to their left, and saw Scorponok waving his tail angrily at them. Suddenly, Fangry would find his servo being smacked by Scorponok's tail. "If you want to continue this argument with each other in my presence, I'll let you do so, but know that I will be more than willing to drive this down your gullet."

Fangry jabbed a digit at Scorponok's chassis. "And why should I listen to-"

Suddenly, Scorponok drew his tail and whacked it around Fangry's face, which was strong enough to knock Fangry to the floor and draw blood. "Perhaps it would be wise to do as i say, Fangry. Lest the result be fatal."

Fangry gave no response. Scorponok turned to the rest of his soldiers and walked down the bridge. "On Animatros, we will be warring with the likes of Victor Vonstein and his ilk, sent by the Imperial Federation to conquer Cybertronian territory. They are certainly powerful, but they are by no means infalliable. I bring up Vonstein's defeat at the hands of the Bastard God, Avraek, and because of that, he can no longer be sent to neither Heaven or Hell. Well, that's my understanding of it, at least."

Scorponok walked to a circular row of windows which dominated the front of the bridge, revealing Animatros. It was a planet full of lush and verdant jungles and lakes. The light of day was harsh and scorching, while the rains were torrential downpours. Volcanoes rose above the green canopy, usually slumbering in smoky menace, sometimes bursting forth with firestorms of destruction. It was led by a variety of kings, but they had been killed when the Decepticons annexed it. Now, it would be ruled by General Fangblade, a brutal commander who was instrumental in the victory against the Autobots in the Battle for Vos during the Great War. Certainly, if the Decepticons won the battle for Animatros, dissent would be crushed utterly.

"We have allies throughout the galaxy whom have dedicated themselves to the destruction of the Federation. Once we have won the war for Animatros, we shall break through the frontier and begin the war on their turf. There, we shall conquer . We are still at war with the Human Confederacy; however, that part of the war is highly unimportant at the moment."

Scorponok rose his arm and saluted the sky in respect for Megatron. "Hail Lord Megatron! Decepticons forever!"

And as dreadnoughts, frigates and corvettes entered the atmosphere, a repetitious roar of "Decepticons forever" rumbled throughout the ship. Mindwipe, amidst the racket, would type out a response to Eodor and the soldiers from the Robosis Corporate State.

Code: Select all

To: FJ-4476 and Robosis.
From: Mindwipe.

We will currently need you to target and destroy any bases around Animatros that belong to The Imperial Federation or their allies, or of the Liberator faction. From that point onwards, we will assist you in safeguarding this planet in preparation for the Federation's oncoming invasion of this planet.

You will be notified of any changes or updates to the plan as soon as possible.

Primus be with you.


Mindwipe sent out the message to FJ-4476 and began to organize another ORBAT. After all, there would be an onslaught of incoming enemies arriving to either aid the Federation in conquering the planet or conquering it for their own devices; another ORBAT was basically mandatory at that point. After all, what if they lost Animatros and the planet fell to anyone else's command. Even though they had over a million colonies at this point, it would eventually total up, though Mindwipe expected the Federation to accumulate drastic losses in the process.

Outside the Semper Tyrannis, several frigates and dreadnoughts interceded and began to return fire. Plasma blasts were unleashed by the oncoming battleships on both sides, while the frigates swooped down and opened fire on the Higher Japanese's dropships. Their intent was clear: to ensure as little Higher Japanese dropships land on Animatros as humanly possible. Several more frigates, spearheaded by three dreadnoughts, flanked the landing support dreadnought and opened fire on it to distract it from the rest of the battle.

[Gagium]

Gagium High Command Complex
Gagium Metropolis, Gagium
Grand Fleet Admiral Richard Haass sat at the conference table, waiting for the rest of the staff to arrive. The conference was on intervention in the Cybertronian-Federation war, which Gagium has been observing for some years now. As the last admiral entered the room, Admiral Haass began his speech.

"Welcome to the conference. As you may know, Cybertron and the Imperial Federation, the two dominant powers in their galaxy, have been at war for quite a bit now. We estimate that they both will suffer immense losses in the war to come, having had tensions build up for several years before. Through the ansible, we've discovered that Cybertron has increased their forces around the planet Animatros, an excellent target for our interstellar colonization efforts. However, both Cybertron and the Imperial Federation have several allies, and the battle surrounding Animatros will be bloody and result in mass casualties."

"However, we can avoid the initial bloody battles and instead join the warfare when all participating sides are damaged from the battles. We will send a fleet before combat starts around 30 million miles away from the planet, in orbit around their star, and observe the planet from there. I propose our colonization fleet be made up of 5 supercarriers, 20 dreadnoughts, and 60 cruisers."

A newer Admiral called out, "What defenses do the Cybertrons have? What fleets will the Imperial Federation send to take this planet?"

Admiral Haass spoke into his earpiece, and a hologram appeared on the conference table, displaying the planet Animatros and showing locations of Cybertron fleets and defenses. The gathered admirals could see the jungles that sprawled across the planet, as well as volcanoes on the surface.

"The Cybertrons, as you can see, have several defenses and ships located on the planet. We will mostly be relying on the initial combatants to fuck each other over in the first battles, while destroying the weakened fleets after these battles and using diplomacy with later arrivals, though of course we will secure the planet as ours."

"Once we control the space, we control the planet. Our supercarriers will be loaded with 75,000 soldiers each, as well as 5,000 heavy combat systems (OOC: Imagine Fallout power armor, except controlled by AI). Each supercarrier is also loaded with 400 fighters. We will deploy our 375,000 soldiers and 25,000 heavy combat systems to land on the planet once the opportunity to do so is open, and 1,200 of our 2,000 fighters will be sent to assist our landing force and gain atmospheric superiority."

"However, if by any chance we will need to work with the Cybertrons, we can assist them in defending their planet...and then turn on them once the war is over. It would be more difficult to gain the planet this way, but if we have to, we must."

After Admiral Haass' speech, the Admirals then voted unanimously on the colonization of Animatros. The news of the Empire of Gagium entering another faraway war in a different galaxy was transmitted through ansible to the 80 inhabited planets of the Empire, where billions rejoiced the new war and were eager to offer their planet's ships to form the Colonization Fleet.