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Holy Sapia: A crumbling Galaxy

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Holy Sapia is no more and with it, the Empire that ruled a galaxy. 200 years has passed sense the decade of Strife, two centuries of a galactic dark age as each system plotted and fought there rivals, there neighbors, even themselves. The galaxy and everything the Empire built crumbled under the decay and strife of a worsening galaxy until one could no longer recognized the once grand plan of humanity, united once under one flag, a power to rival the gods themselves. But those days are mere myths now, stories of old.

The frontlines of the Corporate Wars

The trenches... That whats they called the front line cities... it wasn't a pretty sight. Human bodies were scattered as far as the eye could see with very few droids here and there mixed into it. Sky scrapers collapsed on there sides, empty cars littering the streets. It was obvious which side had the upper edge, just by counting the corpses. A young lad, barely out of his teens, his rifle in his hands, staring out into the distance, was simply waiting for his chance, his moment of glory. The commander of the squad clearly saw this and sighed.

"What are you waiting for boy? Want to die today?" He said in a low tone, almost depressed. The young lad almost agitated, stared in the old mans eyes. "Why would I be afraid of droids?! There slow, easy targets! Cant aim for crap to!" A loud cheer was heard all around from the fellow soldiers. The commander sighed once more. They had not seen what he saw. These droids where walking autonomous power armor, towering over normal men, unfeeling, unstopping, they never ran only advanced. The old man hugged the boy as he whispered into his ear. "You'll see soon enough boy..."

7 hours later

The entrenched positions were completely shattered. The machines marched freely as the corpses of men and lesser machines scattered before them. The lad stood still, hidden in an artillery hole. He saw those machines rip men in half, blow them to pieces. They never seemed to miss a shot, never seemed to take any damage as lasers and bullets bounced off there armor. Even a guy in power armor was physically overpowered by one of the droids when he tried to knife it with an electro blade. And he didn't even see one of the bigger models either, lying back in the distance, shooting explosive plasma at the barricades.

The battle was lost and with it another world falled. The lad simply didn't want to die so he dropped his weapon, put his hands over his head and walked into the open. "I... I surrender!" He said a loud to the nearest droid. The mk-17, noticing the boy aimed its weapon at him and ZZZAP! The boy fell like a rock. Not dead, simply tasered, his motionless body dragged into a prisoner transport. Another day in the trenches, another defeat for the glorious Weabley Merchant Federation.





Speaker Roza Emilya Zemington

Near the frontlines of the war, in a neutral system between the two warring factions, a small ship was being docked by two other vessels, one rather plain looking with a brown and tan color scheme while the other was sleek and shiny, completely black with some strips of red glow here and there. The first to dock was the plain one. A female walked out, accompanied by two guards in power armor when someone, a servant by the looks of it, greeted her. "Greetings Mistress Roza Amilya Zemington! I hope you had a nice trip!" The woman didn't seem rather happy, rather hostile by the looks of her. "Just show me the meeting location and lets get this over with."

Bowing again, the servant waved her at the correct corridor. "Of course Mistress. And thank you again for using our services for this peace talks." heading through the door, it revealed a rather stylish meeting room. Roza sat at her end of the table as her guards stayed outside. After a couple of minutes waiting, a sharply dressed individual appeared from the opposite door, a big smile on his face, pleasantly saluting Roza before sitting down.

"Miss Roza Emilya Zemington. A pleasure as always." He said business like and polite. "Mr. Tarrik de la Clour. I was expecting someone higher up..." Roza said, rather grumpily. "Mr. Lyxer was to busy to actually come himself and has appointed me his representative. I hope this is not an inconvenience and sincerely apologize if you feel insulted in any way. I assure you it was not Mr. Lyxer's intent."

"I find that hard to believe... Lets get this over with, what are your terms." Roza was obviously annoyed. Truthfully this was the 6th negotiation talks in the last 5 weeks and she knew this one wouldn't be any different. Hell, they just lost another world, there terms would be even harsher then before. Tarrik still smiled politely, opening up a small laptop device, which in turn opened up a hologram graph. "As you can see, our offer still stands. Even better, Mr. Lyxer has expanded his generosity. Lyxen Industries is willing to pay each CEO the base cost of there enterprises. On top of the 20 million in standard credits we would give your leadership yearly as a... motivational pension. Plus I am happy to report a new stimulus..." Waving his hand, the hologram changed into pictures and vids of rich condos and houses. "Lyxen Industries will personally pay for lodging and housing, including servant salary if you prefer living subjects over droids, for 200 standard years. All located on the dream world of Quostra-fond. I assure you, this offer is sufficiently suited for Weabley and its allocated systems and connections."

His offer was beyond what Roza expected. Clearly they were trying to bribe them and honestly, many under her would take it. Grinning, for once, Roza chuckled a bit. "And what of the rest?" Saying plainly. "I... I am not sure as to what you are referring to..." Standing up and preparing to leave, Roza simply grinned. "What of the rest of Weabley's people? Will you offer them protection as you tear down there homes to make another Thanatos? I know what happened to the slums of Thanatos and its people when Lyxer bulldozed its way through in the night, his own people still sleeping in there tin cabins while being crushed alive by cruiser sized steamrollers. The answer is no. I will never abandon Weabley to Thanatos's fate and I will never fall to your attempted bribery. Good day to you Mr. Tarrik."

A she left, Tarrik began to speak once more, this time with a more... menacing tone. "I wonder... Miss Roza... What were to happen if the other top ten CEO's were to hear our generous offer..." "We stand united." "Hmmmm..." He sighed while smirking. "in your own words Miss Roza. I find that hard to believe. Good day to you." With that, they both left the room and entered there appropriate ship. The war continues on with only one conclusion in sight.




Mr. Lyxer

The grand halls of the Uzara Palace throne room, Ruled over by the Uzar Noble Family. Today was a momentous day, the kings only daughter was being married at his very throne, where she and her new husband, a Prince from the Fuudor Family, sat to honor there new bound union. Everybody cheered and applauded as they kissed and threw the bouquet into the crowd of nobles.

Before long, countless servants started bringing in mountains of exotic foodstuff and drinks as a marry feast was under way. Mixed in with the nobility was the not so noble but richer then most, Mr. Lyxer. Although not of noble birth, by Imperial standards, his deep pockets made him more then welcomed to any noble party. He was talking to the brother of the bride at the moment, heir to the Uzar family, as they talked about the new alliance that this marriage formed. From the looks of it the prince seemed not to know much while Lyxer obviously knew every little detail that this marriage would do. "But-what-of-the-Ravid-family-my-prince? Were-they-not-looking-for-your-sister's-hand-as-well?" He said in a robotic tone, sounding like a voice coming from a radio. Lyxer already knew the answer to his question, simply amusing the little prince.

"But of course they would want to join our family!" He said, rather proudly. "But they were obviously not worthy. Father would not allow such a barbaric family to join our pure bloodline." Nodding in approval, Lyxer simply agreeing with the prince fully knowing that they were the one looking to marry into the Ravid Family. "Of-course-my-prince. Your-father-is-a-wise-man." Truth be told, Lyxer enjoyed the Noble's constant squabbling over the most meaningless thing or insult. It simply was a hobby of his to be an observer of it all. Suddenly getting a message, Lyxer bowed to the small Prince. "Terribly-sorry-my-prince-but-I-simply-need-to-take-this-call. Business-never-stops-after-all." "You are dismissed Mr. Lyxer. Its nice to get the perspective from a peasant from time to time."

Leaving the conversation for a bit, Lyxer deactivated his voice implant so nobody could overhear his conversation. "Still hanging out with Noble's sir? A strange fascination of yours I will admit." "Why-yes. It-is-quite-amusing-being-treated-as-a-servant. It-reminds-me-how-much-I-love-royalty." The sarcastic tone of his voice was not very subtle.

"So-what-have-you-to-report-Tarrik? The-nobles-are-dying-to-know-the-latest-on-our-little-war."
"She refused, as you expected sir. I again oblige that you send the offer to the individual CEO's. Half of them are bound to accept our offer."
"No. The-other-CEOs-I-couldn't-care-for. Besides-this-war-has-been-very-positive-on-the-Lyxen-militaries-reputation. We-will-drag-it-out-for-now."
"Of course sir. I will not keep you for any longer sir. Have a nice feast."
"Thank-Tarrik. Oh-one-more-thing. Prepare-the-4th-fleet-for-deployment. The-eurugla-family-has-offered-to-contract-them-in-there-latest-skirmish-against-revolting-worlds. See-to-it-that-they-reach-them-within-the-month."
"Of course sir. I will relay the message to the appropriate department."

With that, Lyxer closed the signal and joined the nobles once more, this time talking to an Admiral. "Mr. Lyxer! An honor as always! How goes the aggressive expansion?" "Quite-well. For-every-droid-we-lose the-Weabley-militants-loses-an-entire-squad. they-will-surrender-soon-enough." "Good to know! Can't get your lesser's get the better of you after all!" And with that Lyxer would pass the day amongst the galaxies would be nobility, fully expecting that one day, they to, will call him Sir.



Tech Support

In a darkly lit room, the only light coming from the many monitors and holograms dotting almost every surface, a frantic individual seemed to be running from one monitor after another. Reading entire texts in seconds and watching vids sped up beyond what a normal human could ever comprehend, the man seemed to drown himself in knowledge. "Oooohhh yesyesyeyyes... Eurugla System's revolts! Militaryawayfighting oooh. Hire mercenaries yes butwhichone?!" Running to another monitor, he rapidly tapped a few buttons until a list of names popped up. "Nonononono-noooooo-NOnoNietnoNein-YES...no." Suddenly remembering that Lyxen's 4th fleet had finished its mission on the Dunda worlds, the man seemed to be completely ecstatic when he connected the dots. "YesYESyes! Lyxendroidsmarchingagain! Red Patternsflyingbanners! Menofsteel on themarch!" With this new info, and all the other info accumulated today, he simply couldn't help himself as he typed into his site.

%$# NEW! Lyxen Marches in Imperial Worlds. Red men of steel against militants. Outcome obvious. Lyxen occupation successful in 3 to 4 months time with 15% chance of longer occupation. #$%

%$# Lyxen-Weabley peace talks again for 6 straight talk! Negotiation fails, terms and conditions proposed unknown. 80% chance bribery involved in Lyxen offer. #$%

%$# Terran Tribal raid on bordering systems in Friran sector high. Klanking boots Clan involved. Many worlds looted unless intervention involved. #$%

%$# More to come ^(* TeCh_SuPpOrT*)^ #$%
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Re: Holy Sapia: A crumbling Galaxy

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Two centuries ago, the worlds of the Voltyrn had been cold, colorless things. Countless empty buildings had risen into the sky, their featureless roofs akin to ordered gravestones that covered dozens of planets. Aside from the odd hardy microbe, nothing had ever moved which could be seen from the outside. The vacation worlds of the Antiga System stood out in stark contrast, beautiful landscapes and inspiring architecture sweeping across the globes of each planet. No longer. Across every single one of the once-barren worlds, moons, asteroids, comets, and other stellar bodies (Indeed, even the stars, though they died in droves) in Voltyrn-held space swarmed innumerable ribbon-like beings. Radiant with their deep crimson and sparkling gold, the creations of the Voltyrn, titled the Jolvan, they formed crowds so thick, so layered, that one could be forgiven for thinking these cosmic bodies were all of the same red-gold coloration as their natural state.

Vast flocks of the creatures flew about, sometimes baring entire continents or just a single speck of dirt, only to cover it once more with themselves. From a distance, it created the illusion of a rolling marble of the most brilliant royal colors. But what, then, were these creatures doing?

RedeightpointonepowerfifteenmillionmixBluetenpointonepowereighteenhundredthousandResultPurplesevenpointsevenpowerone.ApplyPurpleResulttoParent.

Why, experimenting, of course. As anyone who had even the briefest knowledge of Jolvan could tell you, they spent every moment of their lives dedicated to knowledge. Whether it be how two colors mixed together, or how the way the fabric of reality could be ripped and remade, they wanted to learn it all. To this end, everything possible which would not invite war was attempted. Be compacted by the gravity of a black hole? Stupendous! Invent new board games? Superb! Toss the board game into the black hole while playing it to completion? But of course! Do it again, this time while screaming some obscure anthem of a race long-dead backwards? Even better!

This did result in some rather odd circumstances. The Jolvan found themselves incapable of creating their own species as their creators the Voltyrn did, so they had come to the conclusion that such knowledge could be acquired from the outside. They had thrown themselves into diplomacy with as much eagerness as they did tearing each other apart to see how psychic forces affected their own kind-that is to say, absurdly so.

Free labor, done by cheerful, willing creatures? The Jolvan had swiftly become one of the most desired sources of labor and general servitude. It was quite the rage for a while in some places to have a Jolvan serve as the tablecloth, napkin, carpet, and blanket. 'Invisible' servants are quite interesting, after all, especially those which will never complain about how they are treated. The only thing any Jolvan would refuse to disclose were: the workings of their psychic powers, their creators and their precise method of creation, and what they were going to do with all of the information they had stored. The first was complicated. It was obvious that they used some sort of mental force, but the nature of it was undefinable. The second was one of the few things which could upset a Jolvan if pressed, and the third was always brushed off with some cheerful comment about knowledge being its own reward.

It is perhaps a bit misleading to call their services 'free', since nothing is such. What they asked for as payment was permission to send their experiences back to the Jolvan collective, nothing more. This did make them rather suspicious figures in higher circles, since Jolvan were ideal spies. Interestingly enough, Jolvan were often used as messengers for unimportant things, since nobody particularly cared if you killed the flying curtain hanging which had just delivered something distasteful to your ears.

One would think their position as efficient caretakers of a third of all galactic communication would have ensured some sort of respect, but this only occurred in talks with the Jolvans on their own territory. A Jolvan not serving a diplomatic or otherwise vital role was often viewed as nothing more than a useful personal assistant device.

To be fair, there was a saying-'Meet five Jolvan, and you've met them all.' The creatures did not display much individuality. Diplomatic Jolvan were distinguishable by their restrained yet still flaming curiosity.

Except one.

Emissary.

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A coat made entirely of ribbons floated in one of the few screenless corners of the room. If a thing made of fabric could be said to 'watch' anything, this was one of them. Emissary was an odd Jolvan. For one, it preferred to be called a she. For another, she did not seem to display the same compulsive desire to test everything on everything unless given explicit permission to do so. Even more strange, she seemed...pleased, with her situation. Emissary could make her emotions known as the smallest mental tinge, and she was flowing with contentment now. As it was, it would not influence the smallest, most impressionable child. It was a mental 'flag', an indication of her mood.

Emissary remained silent, as she always did unless asked for her opinion around Tech Support. She was well content with feeling, listening, gathering. The unusual thing called Tech Support had been around before her genesis, and remained a wealth of new information. Maybe someday she'd ask it/him/her/they about what it had known about their creators. A second opinion was always nice.
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Re: Holy Sapia: A crumbling Galaxy

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Outer Systems - Arthesia

Arthesia Prime

High above the clouds, a single Hive ship was sitting almost still in the air above the capitol of this world. Most of the inhabitants have fled, but some remained, eager to defend their last home. Their numbers did not matter to Tkala, as she held her hand at the Hive ship's neural core, seeing what it sees. Far down below, the city encircled in large walls was sitting in the darkness, spotlights scouring earth and sky, looking for any sign of their impending doom. Tkala could clearly see the drones surrounding the city, carefully hidden and just outside the range of the searchlights. The General that lead this force had already learned how to tackle these opponents, and a large number of Reavers were sliding across the ground, going inbetween the spotlights and next to the wall, hundreds upon hundreds of them, untill they nested alongside the entire wall, their cold bodies not showing on the defender's thermal scanners. The dark, serpentine drones started slowly clinging to the wall, climbing just below the top and waiting for the order to strike.

Suddenly, dozen of Drone Carriers swept down from the clouds, eminating a pierceing, loud, screetching howl as they flew over the city, dropping combat drones into the streets. The many spotlights turned to the air and the inside of the city, flashes of gunfire started lighting up the wall as the insectoid defenders started laying down a rain of projectiles on the invaders. In that moment, the Reavers leaped over the walls, tearing into the same troops with surgical precision, removing limbs, heads and tearing bodies apart in an instant. A good portion of the gunfire was now replaced by screams of pain and inhuman screeches of the Reavers. The streets went from empty to filled with the invading Merlyan drones in an instant, blood and limbs decorating the once clean walls. As if that weren't enough, from the darkness came the large Threshers, pounding on the walls and breaking them down, opening the path for outside forces.

Tkala reverted her focus to another part of the city, where the mechs were stationed, large arm mounted cannons were tearing through the Merlyan drones, but for every one they killed two more entered the fray. The flamethrowers were largely ineffective, as the drones showed no sign of fear or pain and simply charged through the flames, leaping at the large robotic defenders. A charger managed ot reach one of the inner mechs, a commander, and stuck itself on the cockpit. The mech's arm dropped the flamethrower and reached up in an attempt to get rid of the attacker, grabbing hold of the charger and tossing him aside. Though, as soon as it did that, another one leaped at it, this time embedding it's claws deep into the armor. As the mech pilot tried to rip off the second charger, the creature started slamming it's head against the cockpit. Soon, the charger's head split open, it's acidic blood spewing over the cockpit, burning through metal and the flesh of the pilot, accompanied by agonizing screams as the entire mech tumbled over, it's pilot dead.

Watching the bloodshed, Tkala heard a voice of a fellow Overmind calling out to her. Ambassador Erlsend, the Seeder is in range of the planet. There seems to be an energy eminating from it, it's frequency corresponding to the communication devices these spieces use.
A call for help no doubt, is the Seeder attuned yet?
In a moment, the frequency is much different from what we use. There were also a number of vessels detected fleeing the system. Shall we give chase?
No need, our mission is not to destroy everything in our path. The insects attacked us, and they paid for that with everything they had. The system is ours, we shall establish a foothold here and wait, the High Overmind's Council sent us on a mission of peace after all. What is the status of other planets?
The Workers are already repurposing the insect's infrastructure for our own use. Two out of eight planets of this system are lush and teeming with life, the resources should be aplenty... the Seeder is now attuned as well.

Tkala removed her hand from the Hive ship's neural core and redirected it towards the Seeder. There was nothing more left for her on this world, the army will soon be victorious and the Workers will descend upon the planet. She has given the commanding General one last order to bring some of the Insectoid spieces alive for extraction and turned her attention back towards Overmind Klusier, captain of the Seeder. We have lost a great deal of drones to these creatures, it is troubling. An answer came fast, talking through thinking was fast enough to make any form of other verbal communication seem slowed down to eternity to Tkala. The drones are expendable, the numbers can be easily replenished. Tkala stopped for a second, thinking. No, if we drain these worlds, we will loose the footing we just acquired. We do not have the privilege of our multiple home systems and their resources. Let the docile species breed and harvest them gradually. Put the Worker drones to farms, we will have to grow more slowly if we are to survive here. We cannot launch a new attack with our current forces. She was slowly walking through the ship, dozens of drones scurrying past her as she pondered about her next move. We must readapt our forces for this new kind of battle, we are losing way too many numbers before we reach engagement range. As you wish. By my estimation, we should have a modified breed of drones ready for testing in... three weeks. A month, maybe little more, untill they are perfected. Extractor Overmind already had some ideas in that regard. These are good news... as per the signal, you know what to do. With that order, the Seeders back tendrils shifted just so slightly, overwhelming the planet's outgoing communications. Whoever was listening to the Insectoid's call for help would now hear only static.
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Arthesia Prime, Outer Edge
Without warning, a single ship appeared at the edge of the system, right in front of the fleeing ships. Before the fleeing ships could respond, more and more ships slid into the system. In from of their eyes, what started as one small ship ended up as multiple ships, slightly over four dozen. All at once, weapon systems engaged throughout the fleet. The captain of the ship barely had time to register what was about to occur before multiple glowing black beams and uncountable red bolts cut through the fleet, tearing them apart. In a matter of moments, it was over. While what was left of the fleet floated in space a different scene carried out from within the bridge of the largest ship, deep within the center of the ship.

Dreauch was not amused. While that could be said of her in most situations, this was an especially poignant moment of annoyance. She and her fleet had finally tracked down the homeworld of the race that had killed the seventh diplomatic task force's seventh regiment, fifth platoon, second squad honor guard and diplomat only to detect an irregularity as they exited jump. According to scanners, something had already begun attacking it and was in the process of laying siege to the planet. While she was not normally a bloodthirsty person, the death of ten of her own demanded that blood be spilt for blood. A quick glance at the console besides her told her all she needed to know if this new race proved to be as hostile as the one they had been planning to annihilate. All twenty four destroyers, twelve corvettes, eight cruisers, three assault carriers, and the six human auxiliaries were on standby with full shields and her own ship was combat ready.

"Jeruae, status on the xenos attacker."

"Hmmmm" The senior sensor officer drummed his fingers on his console as he muttered to himself. That was not a pleasant sign in Dreauch's eyes. For the last four years that she had served as commander of this task force, Jeruae had only ever failed to give an instant definite answer once and that had been moments before being attacked by disguised asteroids.

"It's odd commander," Jeruae started, his tone hesitant and mildly confused. "I'm not getting a reading that's consistent with our intel on human ships. I'm getting a reading that's more fitting for an animal than a ship."

Dreauch couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the news. That was odd indeed. While she had heard of such things in stories and poorly written movies, she had not been expecting to run into a situation similar to those stories in real life. While odd, this was only marginally odder than the living fungal planet she had to clear out once. In all honesty, after that event she should have been prepared to see or fight anything yet the galaxy still found ways to surprise her. With a sigh, she rested her head in her hands. Protocol called stated that first contact must be friendly. While such a race may not even be sentient, she was still duty bound to try and parlay before proceeding further. At this range, she could afford to open talks without fear of retaliation or attack.

"Right, I suppose we must engage first contact protocols. Jeanette, open a line to the Julian Smithson, captain of auxiliary frigate Bartaway."

At Dreauch's command, a quiet cry of "Roger!" echoed out from behind her. Moments later a holographic screen came to life in front of her, displaying Julian, captain of the Bartaway. He was, well, obviously human. Fair skinned, brown haired, and green eyed he could have been considered attractive at one point but years in the military had spoiled it. His hair was clearly greying near the roots, the salute revealed the slightest glint of metal underneath his jacket's arm, and a massive scar ran from his forehead down to his throat, etching through his right eye which was a shade of green brighter than its twin. The faintest of whining noises could almost be heard as his eyes moved about.

"Commander," Julian said as he saluted, his voice a low baritone. While she didn't know if he knew or not, the salute ended up being cut off the screen though the respect and formality of the motion was still accepted. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"Julian," Dreauch started, voice remaining disinterested as her gaze drifted to the now magnified image of the enemy ship in orbit around the target planet. "I'm sure your own ship has sensed the xenos currently in orbit around our target planet."

Julian chuckled, his eyes moving to glance at something offscreen, no doubt a magnified picture of the rather large ship. "Almost as big as yours, isn't it Commander? May I ask of what you wish to do?"

Dreauch merely shrugged in response to the barb. The enemy ship was indeed almost as large as her own, something that could prove to be worrying. "Simple enough. Just bounce your signals off my ship, raise them on your comms, and ask to parlay. Parrot anything they say so I can hear it and give you responses."

"Yes, I will do so immediately. Captain Smithson, out." With a relaxed smile and another salute, the holoscreen vanished. Leaning back, Dreauch studied the picture of the ship floating in the darkness of space. It was massive all right, organic, and the only large ship she could see on the field. Odd but not unexpected. To construct such a ship would require a large amount of biomass... Dreauch suppressed a shudder at the thought of what it would take to make such a thing. Still, with this race only several jumps from the nearest outpost world, she had to ensure their intentions. Last thing they needed was a race of voracious murder insects showing up on their doorsteps.
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Re: Holy Sapia: A crumbling Galaxy

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Dreia Voxulin:

The Prometheus, the mothership of all Inferba, an aptly named ship for the glorious Infurium as its titanic body stretches across space and its ability to vomit molten metals into a stream of deadly destruction known to Inferbaden people as “Vulcanium”. The Bohemoth of a ship has managed to block out others in terms of size and sometimes even disrupts tides of oceans on planets when reaching its atmosphere. The ship is often declared as an engineering pinnacle for inferba and its glorious hero, sending back nobles from trying to retake the Inferbaden systems. It rightly deserves appreciation and respect as the Infuriate’s palace, war-room and warship.

Dreia, the undisputed leader of the Rightful Infurium, was getting ready for a board meeting with her top generals. Within the Infuriate’s elevator, lavished with red fabric and gold ornate gildings, was heading downwards into the belly of the beast. She began tugging back on her right hand’s bloused uniform, getting caught with her mechanical hand. Every step she took, her golden chains on her knees jangled, and it was slightly uncomfortable to wear the oversized pauldrons. There wasn’t really much going on in the bridge, where she would sit on her throne and watch the galaxy in front of her, always thinking of where to strike next. This meeting will be her “break” from starring into the red and the blues and the greens and so on. The evelator stopped, opening up to a massive hallway, the flooring was decorated to appear live a lava substance, moving around like a large tub of molasses; there were a series of windows on the left and right-hand side, looking down as an observatory into the Prometheus’s parade field. Going through this hallway at a certain time, one could hear the loud soldiers bellowing out their cadences as the cross the parade field in waves upon waves. The field was enormous, width wise as well as length wise, holding up regiments of soldier, each wave separated by a group of marching mechs. The mechs break points were always the same, outside were the guardian classes, inwards were the wolverine classes, and in the middle were the rapier classes. The soldiers were all marching to their respective snare drums, each giving out marching orders as well as the beat for the cadences.

Today was not Dreia’s day, nor time, as she just so happens to need to cross the observatory hallway during the Soldier’s parades. All she could hear in the hall was the pounding of the snares, the cacophony of the repetitive and orderly stomping of the feat, and the cadences, their leaders would shout out the lines and their soldiers would repeat that very line:

...We shall not bend, we shall not yield,-
They gunna taste our iron and steel,-

We going to fight all night and day,-
We’ll make them hurt, we’ll make them pay,-

We going to fight for Inferba,-
We gunna rip them into straw,-…


And so on and so on as Dreia finally managed to make it to the end of the hallway as fast as she possibly could. She admires the soldiers’ willingness to show motivation for their efforts, but this was just a bad time for her, she managed to obtain a migraine with all that noise. Luckily, as she goes through the door, the noise is cancled out, leaving only the Meeting room, a room where silence it often needed, though the soldiers downstairs often try and break that silence by shouting really, really loud. They have yet to make an actual noise louder than the bickering of the generals and admirals, however, when the Infuriate walks in, the room always magically turns silent. She opened the ornate door, gilded with dread and awe. The doors lead to the Meeting room, where the Top generals and admirals sit in their respective seats in the middle, the Generals and admirals section to the right hand side, and the Top NCOS sit in the left-hand side. The Middle, most power inducing seat, sitting comfortably and fearfully in front of the giant fire caldron, was reserve for the Infuriate and the Infuriate alone. There is the seat for the little Inferno, however it sits next to the Infuriate’s seat and is smaller. Normally this would be the opposite, but the Ship is Dreia’s and it is her rule, if this was the Infurium Dragon, it would be the opposite where the Inferno would sit in the throne and the Infuriate in the seat, but this is the Prometheus.

(Warning, giant wall of colourfull text)

Dreia walks firmly past the six Generals and Admirals currently in their seats, the three Generals to the left of her and the three Admirals to the right. In respective order, the Generals and Admirals are: General Vulcan of the Vulcanal I.A.(Industies and Associations), General of Industries and the Engineering corps, practically the mastermind behind Inferba’s weapons, ships, suits, and the Prometheus; he is also a big fan of Mr. Lyxer and uses him as a role model(for as much as he could see). Next was General Geoblock, one of Dreia’s associates who was one of the first to help her preach for unification and took part in the Coup de’ta. He is General of the public and propaganda, his words gives hope to people who listen. Then there is General General Tronster, a general of noble birth, one a last few who can still claim that title; she is General of the Armed forces for the planetary soldiers and Naval Defense corps. On the right side, there is Admiral Vectus, Admiral of the fleet, also of noble birth. Next to her is Admiral Yashop, Admiral of Intelligence and Information Gathering, she was also an associate with Dreia during the reign of the outsider nobles. She was the one who helped the Coup against them by hacking into their systems, she isn’t the greatest hacker in the galaxy, far from it, but she does know a thing or two, considerably average at best. And finally, Admiral Quark, Admiral of Security and Chief of the Royal guards, also of noble birth and defended the little Inferno during their exile.

Dreia, after acknowledging their existence, finally got to sit down in her throne. Letting out a deep sigh, she stated, “Finally, let’s start this meeting’s session.” The inner generals and Admirals looked around slightly confused. General Vulcan looked around, “Is the little Inferno going to be at this session?”
“Emelia will not be coming today, she is busy with her studies with her new…Teacher, something she can talk to other than her bear.” Admiral Quark responded, Admiral Vectus began pecking at the answer. “I guess she is starting to become mature, but she must learn to get rid of that bear. It is not simply appropriate, what would the nobles think?” Vulcan snapped back, feeling that Vectus was insulting Emelia, “She lost her parents when she was but five years of age trying to keep her fed, all she had to remember them by was the bear. If you lost someone you loved, you surely would want to remember them somehow.” Vectus tried to explain, “Yes but…” but was immediately cut off by General Geoblock. “Yes and her life has been secluded, rarely if ever been able to talk to anyone else. Like most nobles, she had to go in hiding and thus she was filled with terror, it wouldn’t surprise me if she still has the mindset of a child.” Quark shook his head, “No, I have been teaching her the mannerisms of a proper lady: dressing like one, talking like one, acting like one, eating like one, Et cetera. The only thing childlike about her is the bear, and that isn’t all that much.”
Dreia was getting furious; the meeting was not about Emelia. “Enough! We are not spending the session on Emelia’s upbringing, let Quark and the new teacher do their jobs. Now that we are getting back to the situation at hand. Admiral Yashop, what is the current situation in the galaxy?” Yashop was making movements with her hands, after that, she placed her left hand to her ear. After a couple of nods, she returned to Dreia with her answer. “Currently, Lyxer Industries are at it again; currently marching in the imperial worlds and stormed against their militants. Occupation is estimated around 3 to 4 months. They are also having negotiation with Waebley and failed. A damn good time to bet on Lyxen bribing the other CEOs of Waebley for his support. Oh and some of the Terran Tribals are raiding the neighboring sectors. According to my source, many worlds will be looted unless intervention is solved.” Dreia analyzed the current situation. “Is that all?” “That’s all from my source, if you want anything deeper I’ll need some time to pay him. Anything else would be on the news.”

“Lyxer is at it again it seems. A powerful ally, he could be.” Vulcan stated, “Ah, but Waebley could be easier to assimilate than Lyxen industries. Given their situation, Waebley would need a helping hand in order to defeat their adversary; with that we would get more in the industry department.” Geoblock stated. “But will they conform to our rule? That is the bigger question.” Vectus question. “They would have to if they wish to continue living and there would be no reason to deny our rule. All we would require is them to change their name and swear fealty to the Infurium; seeing how they already willing to shed their blood for defense, I doubt occupation would prove difficult.” General Tronster finally spoke. “Yes, but Lyxer would be a better ally, industrial and military wise.” Vulcan argued. “I agree, but we also must consider that Lyxer is a very powerful man; getting him to accept our rule would probably prove pointless and an easier target, Waebley, would be a better chance to accept our rule than Lyxer would. Either which way, one of these manufacturers will be our enemy if we chose one or the other.” Geoblock finally stated, ending the debate.

A spark of remembrance rushed through Quark’s mind, “Ah, yes. Speaking of alliances, Inferno Emelia wished to talk about marriage, preferably when she is of age.” Quark cleared her throat. Geoblock and Vulcan looked interested. “Ah, the little lady has her eyes set on a suitor I see. My she is growing so fast.” Vulcan stated as both a compliment for the inferno and an insult towards Vectus. Quark interrupted before another fight arose. “Nay, a suitor not found as of yet. Her idea was to marry one of the nobles in the core worlds, that way her reign would still be considered just and able to gain an ally in the core world, leaving an opening for us to flood in and storm the worlds by force. A quick and decisive victory.” Many within the meeting looked at Quark with disapproval, but the one who was truly red with anger was Dreia. “No! I will not, nor will I ever, approve of the Inferno marrying a core-world noble!” She hissed. “Your Furiousness, I agree that it would not be wise to marry a core-worlder, but the acts of nobility marry on their own terms. While none can deny your authority of the Rightful Infurium, you cannot deny the marriage of nobles, especially that of the Inferno.” Geoblock was playing both sides, trying to keep the Infuriate from strangling the poor admiral, but Dreia did not cool down, “I will not have her marry those [censored]! They were the ones who placed us in the depression.” Quark tried to explain himself. “Yes, I understand, but remember that the nobles are in disarray now. One would be willing to marry into the Drentir family if he feels threatened. If they marry to us, they would conjoin houses with an emperor and Emelia’s rightful place as inferno is strengthened.” Dreia stared fiercely into Quark’s eyes, with fire piercing to his soul; the stare was filled with so much anger, Quark could feel it hurting him. “Strengthen? Strengthen?” Throwing whatever she could find, a pen, at the Admiral. “You are telling me that those…those…Usurpers, those… throne stealing, murdering…Usurpers will strengthen Emelia’s right to rule?” the Infuriate was literally steaming with anger. “Those damned families would have their names strengthened, not the other way around. May I remind you that Emelia is the Last King? The Drentir Family was the last family the Empire spared in the court of kings? Emelia has every right to rule, no emperor denied the Drentir family from being legitimate. Those usurpers killed Inferno Augustus, may his soul rest in peace. I will find her a suitable suitor in Inferba.”

Vulcan tried to sooth her, “Yes, but marriage is an important function with nobility. It is used for live long treaties and alliances. If we want to assault the core worlds, we need someone on the inside, someone who will allow themselves to be humbled by their position while willing to rise in ranks for protection. I am willing to suggest…” He was cut off by Dreia’s fury. “I SAID NO! MY WORD IS LAW! MY WORD IS LAW, IS IT NOT?” She calmed down a bit, still filled with anger. “I could replace you, all of you. I could liquidate all of you and run this entire empire myself if I have to.” She paused, taking a few more breathes to calm down. “Quark, you will tell the Inferno why she is not allowed to marry the Core-world nobles.” She turned back to the Generals and Admirals. “This session is over for today. On the morrow, we will plan our expansion.” Dreia stormed out of the meeting room. Today was just not her day, and the Generals recognize that, knowing full that she wont actually replace them, but they won't push her to her limit.

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Velnoth

Eight ships, eight full-fledged battle ready cargo ships. With an array of guns on them they are meant to ward off pirates in case of an emergency. There were three Massive crate freighters, some of the largest the galaxy today has ever seen. Two of those freighters belong to the Combine, an agrarian conglomerate of farmers and overseers used to unite the old agrarian states to feed the world once again. The other was from Strank Farms, by overseer Strank who owns a system of hard-working individuals. It was no surprise that the Combine would want Strank Farms and their goods to sell. Strank has been known for their generosity as well as independence. While other farms would want to try and take over, the Combine would respect their wishes to remain independent if they join the combine, to serve as their own sovereign state. The Combine were known for their libertarian views so it was easy to join them without changing their society all that much.

The Overseer, Velnoth, was finally done with the meeting with one of his fellow Gavorians from a more independent system on the ship of the Guillotine. After punching each other, it was clear that Velnoth came victorious after their little brawl. The friendly Garvorian bellowed a hardy laugh before his leave, “Oi, tha’ was some fight we had there. Now on ‘bout tha’ “terms-of-agreement”. I fully accept bein’ apart of the Coombine.” Good, Velnoth mentally stated. Nothing would actually change except for more profit and a place where your extra food goes.

One of his advisers came to him, “How did the meeting with Overseer Strank?” Velnoth chuckled a bit. “He had a good right hook, but I had a meaner one.” They both snorted, knowing the Gavorians’ aggressive, yet friendly antics. “Ah, anyways, they have agreed to conform into the Combine, or Coombine as he stated. That makes around 10 systems in the Outcast systems that came together in unity. Come, follow me.” The giant slug-like alien started to slither his way to the bridge. “How much do you think those nobles will pay us for the cargo?” Velnoth shook his head, “Not as much as the outer systems or the anarchy systems and I are not saying that out of malice either. Those nobles would look down at us with disgust, and I am sure they are already fattened with whatever they feaster in.” the adviser looked confused now; he was only told that they were going to the core worlds to drop off their cargo. “Then why are we bothering with the nobles then?” Velnoth looked upon his advisers with a slight smirk of deviousness. “Why to sell goods of course.”


(I feel a bit insulted at myself for having such a sort post for Velnoth while putting a good section for Dreia, but whatev's. Also, about two of those NPCs I named are actually important the others are just kind of there.)
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Tkala had just entered the Seeder, when the entire ship let out a low hum, a moment later, Klusier voiced again. Ambassador, a new group of entities just entered the system, followed by complete anihilation of the fleeing Insectoid ships. Tkala stopped dead in her tracks, she didn't have time to traverse fifteen kilometers to the Seeder's neural core, so she reached out and took control of a drone in the ship's core, interfacing with it that way. If you will Overmind, I wan't to see for myself. Overmind Klusier stepped aside as a drone under Tkala's control interfaced with the ship, not long after, a voice echoed from the same frequency that the Seeder was attuned to. The arrivals must have been contacting them, and Tkala took a moment to think about their next move, as she, nor anyone onboard the Seeder couldn't understand it. Orders, Ambassador? This is rather... disturbing. We must act quickly. After a moment of dead silence, Tkala started moving the Seeder, pulling it out of the planet's shadow. Status of our armada? Overmind Klusier visibly shifted at this question. We only lost eighty three Piercers, ten Drone Carriers and five Spike Probes. May I ask what is it that you're planning to do? The Seeder had completely pulled out of the shadow, turning it's port side towards the star, incidentaly, it's broadside turned towards the Laridian fleet. The reactive plating on the port side shifted as it started absorbing the energy of the sun's radiation. We cannot respond with words, and we don't know what was said, we could have been hailed, threatened, taunted, or anything else. We cannot sit unresponding, they might interpret that the wrong way.

Another shift of the Seeder's tendrils, and it actively pinged the system it was in. Just over fifty entities, though they appear to be still, although the energy signature proves them to be combat ready. Ambassador, they cut through the fleeing fleet in a matter of seconds... Which was running for it's life, disorganized and with no combat capability. We might not speak the same language, but everyone understands the language of war. Wake the Generals, I cannot control the fleet all by myself. Overmind Klusier submitted with a mental nod and quickly released several General drones from hibernation.

With the ping accurately displaying positions of the Laridian force, Tkala contacted the awoken Generals after they added their minds to the Seeder's senses, creating an imaginary line halfway between Arthesia Prime, which was orbited by the Seeder, and the Laridian. One third of the distance from the Seeder to the midpoint, Tkala formed another shape, a half dome surrounding the planet and the Seeder. Generals, we will scramble a good portion of our armada and position it along this defensive position. If I see one ship, just one, breaking this line and moving further towards the arrivals, I will personally reduce the offending General's mind to Worker state. As the order was given, several hunderd of the small Piercers started exiting through the Seeders broadside, moving in a cloud and surrounding the designated perimeter, they were followed by eighty Spike Probes, filled with combat drones and six Hive Ships, stationed with Worker drones in case a Piercer would make it back in need for quick repairs.

Extractor Overmind. Tkala released the drone in the neural core, giving the control of the Seeder back to Klusier. By your command Ambassador. You are permitted to take a Hive Ship planetside and nest it down. The defending force should be all but annihilated by now. The General in charge has been ordered to take live specimens, your task is to extract their knowledge of language as fast as possible. I do not care if you ruin their brains to the point of uselessness, this is priority. One could almost hear the self-pleasing cackling of the Extractor, as it relished the idea of proding around the skulls of another sentient species. With utmost haste. A single Hive Ship soon headed planetside, as Tkala used the Seeder's senses once more to observe the larger scale of things. The Generals did their task with utmost precision, with the cloud of several hundred ships surrounding the Seeder in a defensive pattern, unmoving, waiting for whether it was to defend the Seeder, or peacefully return inside.
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Dreauch leaned back, eyebrow cocked in surprise, as a massive ship made itself known from the other side of the planet, a reaction mirrored by those around her. Well, a few people fell out of their chairs and she was sure her own XO had been one of those that had floored themselves at the sight. Unlikely he would admit to it if she confronted him later though. That still did not change the fact that what appears to be an approximately thirty five to thirty seven kilometers in length. While a small part of her was horrified by the implications such a ship represented the majority was more focused on possible weakness of the ship. Normally, anything of that size would be unlikely to land in atmosphere from gravity causing the ship to crush itself beneath the bulk of its own armor. However, this was also an organic ship and it is possible that the ships structure was more stronger than normal.

A quiet beeping brought her out of her musings as a holoscreen opened up to her left, displaying Julian's mugshot. While his own face remained passive and apparently bored, the background noise of the ship revealed a bridge slightly in panic over the appearance of the larger bioship. If the ship was was bothering him on a personal level, he didn't show it.

"Commander, I am afraid that my attempts at contacting the xenos have failed. Also, the xenos appear to have access to a much larger ship than previously believed. That may be an issue." Even his voice remained impassive though Dreauch could see the slightest flicker of his eyes, moving to glance at something offscreen. "While I have received no response, I would also like to point out that this also means that they may just be animals focused only on feeding."

As Julian spoke, a massive cloud of ships detached themselves from the titan before forming into a semi-sphere of ships covering the titan as well as the half of the planet facing away from the task force. Despite the number of ships far exceeding Dreauch's task force, the bioships made no move towards the task force. In fact, it looks like they were holding a position.

"Julian." Dreauch spoke, her voice soft but tensed. "Position your detachment in a defensive position. This may be nothing more than just instincts but it is better we are prepared to face a rush. Power up all your weapons and bring all combat systems online. Stand by for further orders."

"Ma'am." Saluting once more, Julian's mugshot disappeared. Pausing, Dreauch sighed slightly at her choices. While she could abandon this system, her mission stated to destroy the hostile aliens and confirm their annihilation. While the destroying part of the mission was clearly done, the confirmation part was probing to become slightly tricky. While she would normally prefer to accomplish this by sending in a few armor squads backed up by walkers that would prove difficult in this situation. With a sigh, she came to a course of action. Her sensors could only detect major changes on the planet surface at this distance and from her estimate, nothing short of a ion warhead detonation would trip her sensors. Only way to confirm the annihilation of the targets were to send a landing party.

"Jeanette, patch me a line to the Corvette 'Tenacious', Captain Neera Lirya and then send a task force wide message."

Out of the corner of her eye, Dreauch watched as the still shocked comm officer blink twice before rushing to type furiously into her console as she spoke, the officer's voice shaky. "R-roger!" Moments later another holoscreen opened up to her right, a small jagged line and the words 'Audio Only' dominating the screen.

"Ah, yes! Commander! To what do I owe the honor?" The slightly tinny quality to the voice already betrayed it's owner. Neera was, in the nicest way possible, fresh faced. She lacked the scars that many veterans sported and the hardened eyes from years of experience from command and having to make the hard choice. Furthermore, she was young even for a race who was expected to reach command at the age of twenty two. From what Dreauch had heard, Lirya had been streamlined through officer school and command school due to either aptitude or familial connections. While her results qualified her for command of a ship she still lacked vital command experience. This was a perfect time for the young captain to gather some.

"Neera. No doubt you have seen the predicament before us. While I would love to take the entirety of the task force to the planet, that might just cause a reaction from the swarm. While a destroyer would be feasible for such a situation it lacks the defenses to keep itself steady in combat and the ability to launch a scouting team. Therefore, a corvette will be best for this situation. You will take your ship to high orbit around the planet and then deploy a squad of Switchblades to recon the planet while the task force takes up defensive positions. Upon completion, regroup with the rest of the task force and we shall reconvene with the Fifth fleet for further orders and actions. Understood?"

There was an almost tangible pause before the younger captain answered, a wavering audible in her voice. "I understand. May the seventeen protect." With that the holoscreen shut off as the tactical display in front of Dreauch registered the Tenacious departing from the task force. For a moment, Dreauch felt the beginnings of fear forming in her mind. There was a chance that she may had just sent the untried captain to her death along with the death of everyone aboard the corvette. She could only hope that the recon mission would be completed without issue. However, she had the rest of the task force to command.

Spinning the holographic display and tapping at it to focus on the area her task force currently held, Dreauch moved and shifted the representations of ships around to form a square pyramid esque form, with the point facing towards the planet. Her own ship took the point with the cruisers forming the top of the sides, two on each point of the axis. Corvettes and destroyers fell into line as the rest of the formation with the three assault carriers and six human auxiliaries taking cover underneath the bulk of the ships. While such a formation had proven to be effective against large swaths of long ranged fire the formation was never meant for combat like what she was expecting. Even she wasn't quite sure of it's effectiveness against xenos such as this. It was better than no position at all though. With one final tap, she shifted the ships to the highest level of combat readiness possible short of falling into fortress or blitz stances and distributed the orders. Throughout the task force, panels opened up as turrets and arrays revealed themselves and powered up while missile hatches slid open to reveal the gleam of multiple warheads. Finally the quiet cracking noise of ion weapons powering themselves could be heard and even felt in the ships equipped with them from random bolts of energy lashing out at the closest conductive material.

Ships moving into position, Dreauch zoomed out on the display as the Tenacious bridged the gap, a sole dot crossing into unknown territory. Provided nothing happened to it, the corvette would continue forward till it was on the upper layers of the atmosphere where it would then deploy a squad of five Switchblade multipurpose fighters to recon the activities of the hostiles and the xenos as well as confirm the destruction of the hostiles.
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Roza

Back on board the Rattler's fang, Roza sat rather comfortably in her chair in the command room. About 20 people, give or take, were running around, screaming, yelling, in general managing an entire war in one pretty cramped room. Nevertheless Roza simply ignored it all for the time being, lost in her happy place in a grey area in her mind. That all shattered when the other CEO's entered the room.

"[censored] dammit! This war is ruining my profits! you promised---" "What are you blabbering about?! Its my tanks and mechs being turned into scrap in the trenches!---" "Pfft please! I lost several ships just yesterday! One cruiser alone is more damag---" "Cowards and idiots! The lot of you---"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT IT!"

Breathing heavily as she stared at each and every one of them in the eyes, borderline on the breaking point. It was easy to see that Roza was on the verge of snapping. She started to calm down though when the room fell silent. "Now, lets start from the beginning..." She said, rather ticked off. "I realize that my... initial judgement... of Lyxen Industries resolve may have been... underestimated..." Again, staring each one of the CEO's in the eyes personally. "Now that that's out of the way... Let us, instead of your usual squabbling, do something actually beneficial for the cause like, say, have a plan of action for once in our miserable little lives..."

Leaning back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, Roza flopped her arms on the sides, simply sighing. "Ok... brainstorm away... how do we beat the biggest machine army in the galaxy..."

"We hack them?" "Tried that, didn't work..." "How about raiding Nyx?" "Maybe when we get that imaginary fleet we ordered from Olympus..." "Get allies?" "Finally, something smart..."

Truth be told, Roza was simply yanking their chains, so to speak. She already knew that calling for outside assistance would be the only way of actually convince Lyxen Industries to at least break a cease fire. "Now, who in this part of the galaxy would willingly go against Lyxen Industries? I can think of a few names myself but some are not worth mentioning." Everyone seemingly thought of there own connections and dealings with other factions. Sadly, not many would be so keen to help them out of good will. "The Infurium comes to mind though we would be trading one whip for another..." "I have heard of a collective of cyborgs and machines. They might have some cause or grudge against Lyxer." "How about the Combine? Might not have the strongest military but they could lend some support in a more indirect way."

Standing out of her chair and looking rather serious for once, Zora was thought about it for several minutes as the room seem to wait impatiently for an answer. "Fine, send them an official signal that the Weabley Trade Federation seeks partnership. They will probably know its a cry for help but we shall at least here there terms, if they answer back at all that is..."

(The mentioned factions have been sent a letter saying that the Weabley Merchant Federation seeks to form an alliance of sorts. Its a pretty blanket message with no terms, simply wishing for it to be discussed. I give you free reign as to how you react to the message. Yes, you can make up a message if you want)
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In a corner of space far from activity and devoid of life, the Kiru-Ha sits connected to an old communications satellite, long lost from it's original home. A trader, who Satio held as something of a friend, had informed him of it's rough location after intercepting it's SOS beacon while en route to Torra. In exchange for some fuel and a particularly well built suit of armour, the trader had allowed Satio to piggyback off her vessel and dropped him off it's last known location. It took mere hours to find the satellite and a couple of days to reconfigure the alien systems into a listening post capable of intercepting public messages sent across the galactic pathways. While the exact methods of it's function were unknown, it worked, and for the moment that was sufficient for his use.
The mere existence of such a grand, galactic sprawling network still astonished him, most stories of the outside worlds came from interaction with pirates, travelers, and traders. They would speak of richer planets, but so far all attempts by his people to contact them had been in vain. The satellite itself seemed unable to respond, but perhaps if he sent the specifications back home someone could develop a way to, if the outside galaxy was worth contacting. Over the past week he had managed to piece together the major players in the galactic theatre, and many, if not all empires, easily dwarfed the TUF. He knew he would have to find a better use among them than mere pilot to truly stand out. "War requires weapons", he whispered to himself, and who better to provide than a member of The House of Kiru?
In the back of his vessel sat a data pod, a small data transfer unit for use when out of standard communication's range. Equipped with only maneuvering thrusters, it was set to return to Dawn in a safe orbit. He loaded the pod with the schematics and location of the satellite, a report on his findings, and a letter to his family. He carefully rotated and positioned his ship to the spec that was Torra-Sol, careful not to damage the satellite or his connection, and launched the probe. From there, it would guide itself.
Satio returned to his latest project, the Ion Beam cannons, which he had recently installed a magnification crystal into. Without a target to test on he was left only with the ability to adjust the fine settings, seeking a way to increase output while minimizing power required. Already he had a theoretical 42% increase with a -5% power drain, but the possibility of a greatly increased heat output worried him. An improved heat shunt displacement system could help, but the power required for an active system would outweigh the gains and increase the overall complexity of the system as a whole, a break of the fundamental design of TUF weapons and sys-
A soft click broke Satio's line of thought; the trader was opening up a communications channel to him. "I hope you weren't just plannin on camping out here for 5 years" Her ship must've dropped out of jump without his sensors picking it up. He took mental note to analyze her engine signature, he couldn't afford to be caught off guard again.
"Good, you're here. I need another ride"
"Of course ye do" she laughed, "that sublight 'vette of yours ain't going nowhere in a hurry. Where ya heading off to young un?
"To Wembly. There is a tide that I must turn"

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A two day flight. What would've taken his ship over a week took her ship two days. And she calls it slow.
After thanks and further payment, Satio examined the readings of his surroundings. The trader said she dropped him at the outskirts of the system, she wouldn't risk going any further in. She mentioned something about 'crazy robots' in her final warning. "I used te come here all the time, back in the day! But now...those damn crazy robots ruin everything. I always said, never trust a robot unless you built it yerself, cuz then you can take tha damned thing apart! But does anyone listen to ol Bertha?! Course not! And they all dead now for it! And you know wat else..."

From his last intel report he knew Weabley was in negotiations with it's opposing force, an entity Satio still had not managed to identify. Satio figured the planet was a good 6-8 hours away at maximum speed. He set course for the planet, recorded a message of neutrality as he best knew it, and began broadcasting it on all short range channels. "ATTENTION, I AM NOT HERE TO SHOOT YOU. DO NOT SHOOT ME. NO SHOOTING. NONE. THANK YOU.
There, he thought to himself, even a simple merchant should understand that. Erring on precaution, he removed the crystals from the Ion Cannons and primed them for combat. He wasn't quite sure who to contact yet, or how, instead banking on figuring it out on arrival. *sniff* But first, a cleanse. He still reeked of Bertha.
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Aboard the Seeder, high orbit of Arthesia Prime

Tkala was sitting inside her Hive Ship, currently embedded into the Seeder, drumming her fingers on the side and observing the space through the Seeder. After a short while, she noticed a single ship breaking line and heading towards the planet, roughly three times the size of a Piercer. As soon it was detected, the cloud of Piercers started slightly densing at the oncoming ship's predicted route, so Tkala interfered, contacting the Generals. No, let it pass, a single ship isn't a threat. Immedeately, she could hear the protesting thoughts of the Generals, even Klusier's. Ambassador, with all due respect, but that could be a suicide drone, carrying who knows what... With little patience, Tkala cut them off. Silence. I am in charge of this brood, and you will do as I say. Even if it were a suicide drone, it still can't make a dent in our numbers. These ones came too fast to be a response to the Insectoids call for help, and their actions clearly suggest they were on the path of destruction against them. This small vessel is probably their eyes. They want to look? Let them see I say, let them see that the planet is ours, as is the whole of this system. She sat in silence a bit, without any further interference, she continued. Let it pass, but have a couple dozen Piercers shadow it. If it acts hostile in any way, tear it to pieces. With that, the section of the Piercer cloud that densed now parted, creating a visible gap for the incoming vessel, and twenty four piercers backed away from the sphere, rady to follow. I hope we won't regret this. We don't have much choice, our mission cannot be done with brute force. And there's not much else we can do until the Extractor is done with his task.

Arhtesia Prime - Planetside

The fighting in the cities that have shown resistance had died down to almost nothing, along with the defenders. Most of the towns and cities were either deserted, or completely wiped out. Only at the capitol have the combat drones and the Threshers corraled the Insectoids incapable of defending themselves. At the center of the capitol, the Threshers have cleared out a five by five kilometers space, where the Extractor's Hive Ship has landed. As soon as it was still, Worker drones poured out and began with their tasks. They started taking the bodies, Merlyan and Insectoid alike, and piling them up for later transport, while the others clambered along the outside of the Hive Ship and started taking it's back side apart. The Hive Ship was the readily available source of processed biomass, and as the workers slowly absorbed the materials, sacs on their backs grew as they filled with the biomass. The same workers than scurried off to a nearby clearing where they started using their claws to weave the biomass into a sturdy material, slowly, it began to take shape of a large building, with it's walls a darker hue than the ships, and sturdier. As the warehouse sized construction was taking shape, a number of workers took apart the Hive Ship's bio-reactors, carrying the large containers of valuable fluid to the building, where it would serve as a reagent to process any bio-waste to usable biomass.

Tho combat drones, on the other hand, were busy herding the captured enemy towards the Hive Ship, where they were taken aboard into the hands of the Extractor. The Overmind, who looked a lot like Tkala's sentinel, allthough a little taller and more skinnier, resembling a skeleton more than anything, curiously inspected the captured people and picked a few to start with. Never before has he tried to get anything more complex than simple thoughts out of someone, and even a surface thing like language would prove to be difficult. The ones he had started out with died quickly as he dug into the backs of their heads, but soon, he refined his approach and managed to keep them alive for more than a minute. As he managed to reach this small step of progress, he contacted Tkala and opened his mind to her, so she could learn as he did, then, he started to with his task. How long it would take, even he couldn't tell, but confident in his abilities, he estimated he'd have something by the next day.

Alongside the rest of the surface, combat drones were hunting stragglers, running them down like diseased dogs. While the Drone carriers dropped off more Workers in other cities, where they went about the same bussiness, but slower as they didn't have the luxury of dismantling a Hive Ship for refined resources. The same Drone Carriers picked up combat drones finished with their task and brought them back aboard the Seeder, leaving only a fifth of what it took to take the planet to guard it.
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Dreia:


In the Parade field within the Prometheus, Dreia relaxed on a bench, cooling down from the anger she festered in the meeting room. Admiral Quark practically made the entire meeting the shortest one yet with that proposition. In retrospect, Dreia did over-react to the point of a temper tantrum, but Quark should’ve known not to bring such a ridiculous idea up to her; he should’ve known how much she hates the core-worlder nobles, a bunch of [censored] and base-born backstabbers pretending to be royalty, they would’ve never accepted Emelia as their true empress, nor would they allow her to be married. They probably would’ve taken her title away, use the full might of inferba and whatever improvised bloodline house guards they have to their use and Dreia would be damned to ever let that happened. A poor lad who shovels [censored] for a living in inferba would be a better suitor then those nobles. The lad at least works for a living, which is more than she could ever say for anything wearing purple in the core-world.

Enough, Dreia thought, holding her right hand to her head with the migraine she obtained. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. She repeated, trying to alienate the previous hateful thoughts from her. She came here to relax, not to continue thinking about Emelia and suitors. She decided to examine the parade field, filled with children and their parents, others with soldiers and sailors keeping in shape or practice god knows what. The parade was already over when the meeting finished, so she is able to sit there and simmer down. Every time she comes here her eyes are opened to small city-like world built in the Prometheus. A couple of Officers in uniform were talking arbitrary nonsense, nothing to her concern as they go about the day and the movie they saw. However, when they came closer to her, they were as silent as the grave; walking past they saluted her as part of courtesy. She half-assed a salute back, normally she would give a proper one, but she just wasn’t feeling it today. The soldiers walked passed, accepting the courtesy and continued on with their story.

“Infuriate Voxulin.” Dreia was slightly caught off guard, the direction came from behind her, but the voice was easily recognizable. “I have received a very important message, sent straight to me as fast as it could.” Dreia looked behind her to find Admiral Yashop standing casually. “Well? What is it?”
“The message is from the Merchant Federation of Weabley, they are asking for assistance against Lyxen Industries.” Dreia paused for a moment, musing the thought of the convenience. “How surprising, yet highly expected. This need will probably prove us useful.” Dreia took a deep breathe, letting the exhaling pour out of her mouth in a slight yawn. “Admiral, send a message back to Weabley; tell them we will arrive in person to discuss negotiations between the Infurium and the Federation alliances.” “Will do, your furiousness.” Admiral Yashop replied in response, complimenting her informal attitude with the standardize courtesy. “Oh, and Admiral, I will need General Vulcan and General Geoblock for this negotiation and we will be taking a few ships to tag along with the Prometheus for formality.” Yashop nodded, if Dreia could see behind her, acknowledging the command.

“WARNING! WARNING! PREPARING TO JUMP IN TEN MINUTES! PLEASE BE SEATED” The Announcement bellowed as the echos bounced all throughout the ship. People began to disperse into their homes or into restaurants or whatnot, to brace themselves for initial jump. Dreia got up from the bench on the parade field; she started to walk towards a tubed elevator reserved only for officials. Dreia was heading to the bridge and the Prometheus was heading to Weabley’s.

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One of the Diplomats for the combine currently riding on the Guillotine rushed his way to the Overseer. Apparently news came to him as soon as it arrived for an important message for the Overseer and his associates in league with him. “Overseer, some news from the Outer-world request your aid. The Merchant Federation are of need assistance with their adversary, the Lyxen Industries.” Velnoth thought about it for a second. “An odd request, I must say. Dealing out someone like Lyxer might prove difficult, I wonder what sort of need they would want us to provide.” The Diplomat looked back at the message. “It doesn’t truly say, they might explain it better if we join their negotiations.” Velnoth scratched under his chin, looking for a possible answer; if he were to single out people and form alliances, would others begin to hate him? But this is the Merchant Federation, anything he’ll sell, they’ll buy and re-sell; they could eventually help the world. And the Federation conjoined with the Combine in jolly cooperation? Their free-capitalistic industrious nature could prove a friendly compliment to the Combine’s traditionalist-agrarian society. Velnoth thought about the possibilities of helping the Weabley, thinking of how helping them would yield a positive outlook and express to the Gavorians.

“Overseer, you do realize we need to sell our good to the Core-world right? You have made them a promise.” The Ambassador questioned, trying to make sure his leader is making the right choice. Velnoth shrugged it off, thinking there are more important people to help then the ungrateful nobles. “Don’t you worry about that, I’ll just send a few ships loaded with goods to them now. I’ll move my ships currently to Weabley’s, where they need our help in any way we can assist. Those Nobles will just have to wait a little longer.”
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Jolvan, if they had been interested in espionage and trickery, would have been amongst the universe's best information brokers and informants. The only way to flush out Jolvan would be to ban the presence of any fabrics larger than the size of a palm within miles of the sensitive information. Well, there was the option of employing your own psychic forces to scan over every foot of the area, but that presented similar problems of sensitive data being exposed to outside factions unless yours was fortunate enough to possess them in large amounts. The Jolvan had never revealed why they were restricted to the specific form of mundane materials such as cloth and iron, but it didn't take much thought to come up with a few reasons. The Voltyrn were as far from 'stupid' as one can get, and creating something which was (To them) indestructible ranked amongst the top ten in Bad Ideas, even if the creation displayed no malice.

Then again, a lack of malice does not mean the Jolvan would restrict themselves. If conceivable, they would do it. If conceivable within some sort of third cousin to rationality, that is. Even the Jolvan understood that having a few dozen of themselves discovered in the throne room of some touchy dignitary would result in a sharp restriction of their freedoms. Not that they feared war-on the contrary, they enjoyed it as much as anything else. The problem would come with the lack of trust, and having beings fire upon sight. It was informative and interesting to see how many different ways other things could cease to exist with an application of force, but that sort of thing tended to unnerve everything else involved.

Speaking of which, something interesting had happened on Arthesia Prime and the surrounding area. The Jolvan had been on their way to offer their usual lax conditions of servitude, numbering in the few hundreds, when their prospective clients had apparently been killed en masse. While most of them broke off to see if there was any of their original purpose to be accomplished, the rest continued on inside a single outdated freighter, soon discovering that not only was there the possibility of encountering another species (Although it could have just been a civil war) but that another nation was present. The Laridians. The enemies of their creators, a conflict which had forced the Laridians to become a formidable military.

Not that it mattered to the Jolvan. Knowledge was knowledge, and if the Laridians would accept their services, the Jolvan would be more than pleased to help them as much as anyone else.

To that end, their ship, their unarmed ship stripped of everything nonvital (And a few now-useless parts like life support) to make room for a gigantic communications array inside began broadcasting on every known channel in an attempt to ensure future mutual benefit.

Laridians! It was both an auditory and textual message. The voice was synthesized, an androgynous voice which sounded as excited as a child meeting a puppy. Hello! We are Jolvan! Would you like assistance? What are those things across from your ships? Could we help? No weapons, no hostile intent!
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Arhtesia Prime-Surface, On An Empty Hill Outside Of The Capital
With a low hiss, the lead pilot of the MFM-1 slid into walker form and landed on the ground with a calamitous thundering noise as the dirt cratered and flew upward on impact. As they rose, Integrated Weapon Shield already in hand, the walker motioned for the other four members to land. Without pause, the four other members of his squad repeated the maneuver and slammed into the ground. For a few seconds the dust obscured the group before the hiss of wind could be heard and seen, dust rolling away, as systems vented and. All members had their IWSs ready, missiles bays open and the air filled with the quiet humming of lasers.

In the cockpit of the lead fighter, Colonel Lira's view jumped from surface to surface in the spherical cockpit. Readouts on the HUD in her helmet informed her that she had about seven or so hours of operation time before she would have to recall. More than enough for a simple recon job. Still, from what her preliminary fly by told her, the capital was long gone. Hell, she still wasn't sure of whether or not these aliens could count as sentient. With the exception of one peculiar specimen, they all kinda looked and acted like animals. The peculiar one was... well, peculiar. It was doing something to the hostiles but her fly bys and long range aerial ops couldn't tell her what it was doing. She would have loved to fly a bit closer to figure out but she was worried that such proximity would cause a hostile reaction. If that happened, she and her squad would have been on a planet with a large amount of angry xenos. She and her squad agreed that that was something nobody wanted.

After some debate, her squad had finally come to an agreement with what to do. Evidently, their units in fighter form lacked the high resolution cameras that their walker form possessed. However, in order to have access to said cameras they would have to land as the walker form was ill suited for atmospheric flight. On a planet flooded with what appeared to be highly voracious predators, that was a course of action that made everyone nervous. Still, there wasn't much of a choice and she had to confirm that surviving hostiles were being killed and not just being taken prisoners.

With a sigh, she activated her comms. "Hey, Egghead, any luck with figuring out what the bugs are doing to the hostile bugs?" She asked, voice mildly tensed. "Much as I love spending time on this wonderful planet, I really want to get the hell out as soon as possible."

Of the five walkers four were standing in a square defensive formation with one in the center peering at the city in the distant, crouching on one knee. As she spoke, a small holoscreen popped up on her HUD over the crouching mech, revealing Jacob, AKA Egghead. While his helmet covered his head, one could quite easily notice the fact that he lacked hair. A frown on his face, he sighed dejectedly as the faint sound of typing could be heard.

"First of all, stop calling me Egghead. I'd rather you call me by my name than that stupid nickname." Jacob groaned, defeat already evident in his voice.

Lira responded right off the bat, sly grin on her face. "Awww~ But you know you love the name. I mean, your mom called you that!"

Like every instance of this escapade, Jacob just sighed and continued. "In any event..." He started, his voice uncertain as he paused before continuing, his voice taking on a sheepish tone. "I can't actually see anything here. Seems the guy is eating them or something but I have no idea why the big one is the only one feasting on live subjects. Might show that node specimens feed first. Aside from that, I have no idea. What is interesting is this hill we're standing on though. Seems we're on a bunker complex of sorts but the signals I'm getting from it..."

After a few seconds, Lira muttered curses under her breath. It seems Jacob had forgotten to continue due to whatever it is he found. Gritting her teeth, she calmed herself before deciding to nudge her slightly distractible friend along."What about the signals Jacob?"

"It says we're standing on a Voltryn complex."

...Well. That wasn't an answer she was expecting. "Voltryn? Are you sure? They haven't been seen in the realm for the last century and a half, you sure you just aren't getting false readings?" She hissed in silence as she guided her mech into a more active search state along with the rest of the squad. Maybe it was just bad sensors reading a hostile bunker underneath them or maybe it was just a radio sensor or something.

Jacob hissed back, voice also quiet as if speaking too loudly would awake whatever laid beneath them."Yes, I'm sure! There aren't that many things in the galaxy that utilize this signal type! In fact, I think I located the bunker entrance! It's big enough for us to walk in with our walkers!" With that, Jacob broke rank and piloted his unit to the base of the hill before turning around, aiming his IWS at a point halfway up the hill, and firing a pair of bunker busters into the hill and throwing his walker aside as they punched into the earth. After a second, a pair of concussive thumps could be heard throughout the area as the hill itself jumped up a half meter. Meanwhile a pair of truly massive doors were launched outwards of the hill, pushing aside dirt and grass as the pressure wave of the detonation pushed the doors clean out.

Recovering control of her unit first, Lira dashed her walker to the edge of the now open scar on the hill and peered in. While it was poorly lit, she could see the telltale signs of Neo-Cadian construction. The furnishing would be more fitting in a pleasure house than a military bunker but at the same time, inactive turrets and defensive positions were strategically placed in a way to cut down any intruders. This was definitely a problem. Voltryn bunkers this close to the border... Who knows what was in it? Whatever was in it, they had to secure it before the xenos got to it. Who knows what would happen to the bunker once the xenos got there hands on it. There wasn't much of a choice here. She had to secure this bunker before the xenos got to it.

"Lyrsa, tell the Tenacious what we found. We'll be going into the bunker to investigate and establish a beachhead. You and Lyzara stay up here and shoot anything that gets close. Jacob, Michelle, and I will investigate. Got it?" A round of "Roger!" filled the comms before she pushed her unit in, followed by Jacob and Michelle. All had their IWSs up, weapons all powered. Who knew what they would find in this abandoned bunker.

Meanwhile, one of the mechs on the surface took a defensive position with her weapon while her comrade dashed forward for a moment before swapping to fighter mode and lifting off to the skies, sending her message as she did.

Arhtesia System, Task Force 'Lumineers'
Dreauch let out a breath of relief as the ship proved to only contain Jolvans. Truth be told, she had been about ready to atomize the ship when it had appeared behind them. It was only the a quick reading of the IFF that saved the Jolvan ship from being annihilated. Still, Jolvans were, in her opinion, more annoying than they were worth. Her sister's messages confirmed that they shared the belief. Still, a race of psychic beings could be useful especially in situations such as this.

""Hmmm.. Jolvan," Dreauch started, tone hardened and as formal as possible. "While I have no love for your race, we require your services. We request that you rush the large enemy ship, get a psychic reading of the race to determine whether or not they are sentient, and report back to me. I can accquire and deliver four dozen cookies of the White Chocolate and Macadamia Nut variety as payment."

The Jolvan replied in seconds, the synthesized voice filled with excitement. "We will proceed with our sense-gatherings and report splendidly! We are thanking you for your cooperations, three-tails! If you are requiring anymore helpings of service, do not hesitate your brain patterns!" The Jolvan ship flew off towards the battered planet at a slow pace, broadcasting their signals once more on as many channels as they could think to do. "It is greetings to you, newcomers! We are being neighborly and delivering tidings of greetings and service! We are the Jolvan, and we anticipate the mutual mixings of friendship! How can we be helping you on this solar timing?"

As the Jolvan ship zoomed off, Dreauch watched as their form became smaller and smaller on the bridges view screens while the tactical map showed the ship approaching the swarm. It was unarmed and rather beaten in looks and wouldn't, if the world followed her hopes, set off any responses. But just in case, she sent a task force wide message to get ready to jump out of system just in case. She almost universally got replies of 'Understood' and 'Roger' from the rest of the task force with the exception of the Tenacious. Sighing, she opened the message only to pause and read it again.Voltryn technology? On this planet? Dreauch bit her lip in worry. While she should be getting ready to leave, who knew what that bunker could have in its databanks? Worse still, what if the xenos could access data and there were things on the core worlds in that bunker? This could prove troublesome. She glanced at the clock on the map. by her estimate, she would know whether or not the interior would be safe in the hour. Hopefully, the xenos would leave her people alone till then.

As she leaned back in her chair, Dreauch mentally reviewed the contents of what the Jolvan had said only to furrow her brow slightly as she realized what the psychic carpets had called her. Three tails...? How did it come up with that moniker? No, it would be better she didn't know. Only madness awaited at the end of that path.
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Upon the ships arrival, per schedule, A strange figure came up to the alien creature by his lonesome. "Aaaaahhh!" He seemed to be in awed. "So your the one my circle has been talking about! A strange specimen, strange indeed!" He just seemed to be so enthralled by the alien in front of him and the fact that the man was strange to begin with, it wasn't a good first impression.

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Sami looked the man who had appeared up and down, her ship locking down behind her. "I take it you're not lyxer?" She could have guessed this probably wasn't the man in head of such a huge company, mostly becasue he was out in public, with no protection. "And strange is an innapropiate word. There is no normal when you get beyond a single system. I've been to two planets with near opposite floral and faunal lethality levels. Anyhow, may we take leave? Not to rush, but I would hate to show up to a meeting late."

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Ooohh. You have me confused for someone else! The man said, a big smile on his face. "I'm simply here to look at the new arrivals. Aliens are so fascinating! Tell me, have you ever seen a Jotun? They call themselves Fraztryhusk's if I am not mistaken!" Suddenly, Another man, or machine looking fellow, dressed in a sharp white tuxedo flanked by two EyE bots, started walking up the landing site. For a machine faced individual, you could almost tell he wasn't happy right now. "Aaaahhh... Gotta go! No desire to be in jail again!" He said, before literally jumping of the side of the landing pad, which was on top of a sky scraper mind you. Just before hitting the ground, he slowed down, almost floating, as he softly landed on the ground.

The more sharply dressed man/bot looked downward, muttering a few words. "Try to find out how he keeps getting up here. This place is supposed to be hair tight." He said to no one, though one could imagine he was connected to someone else in his head. "On behalf of Lyxen Industries, I am extremely sorry for that incident Miss Sami of the Synthetic Collective. It will not happen again, I assure you." The man seemed rather embarrassed by the whole thing. "If you would follow me, I will lead you to the meeting hall..."

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A shiver went up Sami's spine, having herself been completely wiereded out by the man in black. SHaking it from her mind, Sami allowed for herself to be lead to the meeting area by the man, but she had an immediate question, and she wanted at least a limited answer for the moment. "Might I question one thing?" Sami silently connected herself into a free wifi source, and could feel herself getting onto an internet channel. "What is your appearance about? I, of course, have no reason to disembark an ill comment on appearance, as I am a furry creature with large ears wearing combat armor. However, your design seems more unique than say, a standardized cyborg and or synthetic."

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The man seemed to take a second, obviously not used to talk on a personal level, more on a political one instead. "Well, being quite honest, it has become quite the style to look "machine" on Nyx ever sense Mr. Lyxer did it himself. Some go simply wearing headgear while others, such as myself, went all the way with actual implants. Do not worry yourself though, my organic parts are safely stored at my doctors behest if I ever want my organic face once more." For the man, it just seemed like a normal thing to say, it didn't pass his mind though that outsiders may find it weird if not unethical.

arriving in a rather small room, the man in white simply bowed. "And here we are. Have a nice meeting Miss Sami, he will arrive soon." Closing the door behind him, the blank, dark room suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree as a hologram of Lyxer himself appeared. "Miss-Sami. A-pleasure-to-finally-meet-you." A holographic chair again suddenly appeared behind her. "Sit-down-if-you-desire. It-is-a-physical-hologram. Soft-to-the-touch."

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Sami sat down in the holo-chair, and began her opening statement. "Greetings Mr. Lyxer, as you know I am Samis Veral de Renard. And I would like to open up a proposition between our two aliiances." She shifted her weight against the back of the chair, her ears twitching. "We can offer a very large supply of deuterium, special forces training, and a very large corps of advanced Bio-engineers, such as myself." She flickered her tail back and forth, before continuing. "However, not trying to seem rude, we can't just give away resources. We would need some kind of compensation for this, as it would come in a more mutualistic alliance." She maintained a warm smile at the hologram, her mind all but calm. A single though burned in her mind, a constant question. Does he know?

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The hologram of Lyxer seemed to think through the proposition. "Truthfully-Miss-Sami, we-have-no-need-for-special-operations-training-nor-the-need-of-bioengineering. Deuterium-might-be-beneficial-but-for-this-would-be-pact-of-mutual-cooperation-to-be-actually-profitable-for-me, I-desire... something-more." He pondered for a bit, wondering if he should simply blurt it out or not, deciding in the end that heck, he's Mr.Lyxer, he can do whatever he wants. "I-will-be-blunt-Miss-Sami. The-only-thing-I-desire-are-the-many-models-of-drones-cyborgs-and-machines-that-you-just-so-happen-to-call-your-fellow-comrades-in-arms." Stopping a bit, letting it set in, he then continued. "Many-of-your... Citizens" He said with a rather sarcastic tone. "Are-valuable-to-Lyxen-Industries. Mainly-being-reverse-engineered. You-should-realise-that-such-a-thing-is-considered-fatal-if-you-consider-machines-living-things."

Lyxer typed a few words on his end of the hologram, seemingly doing small tasks while negotiating. "You-must-look-it-from-my-point-of-view-Miss-Sami. What-you-call-citizens-of-the-collective, I-call-thrown-out-property-ready-for-a-new-owner-to-give-a-new-purpose."

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This was a big thing. Sami now how the lives of many in her hands. But the answer wasn't that simple, nothing was ever concrete. "I can't simply give away the lives of every single model once... but..." She thought for a moment, pondering what this could mean. "I can't give you immediate cadavers. I can however, offer schematics for most. We keep heavily detailed records of how to make most people one way, and even if it would be ugly, a few are reversible. I'll start a sign up sheet. I don't need to guess that there will be sign ups for 'doctor assisted suicide' in the name of science. Any bodies that occur in battle will be cleaned, information sent to families, and then delivered to you." She stopped for a second, and combed her hair. "Except for one. We have a single unit we cannot yet remove from his frame. we can access his data, and even scan it to try and make a second frame for your own studies, but by no way we can just forfeit his life. We also cannot contact the planet he is from... they refuse to believe he still exists."

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Lyxer thought about it. He would gain access to some of his competitors machines, though the thought of allying himself with a bunch of "freed" robots would sort of give mixed signals, considering he makes a lot of them. "Another-little-request... All-Lyxen-models, my-property, are-to-be-returned-to-Lyxen-Industries. Now... A-simple-question, what-does-the-collective-want-in-return?"

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Sami nodded and combed over reasonable responses. It didn't take her long to find a reasonable response.
"Agreed. We have only a small number, but they are technically your property, so we will return them. And, as per this entire agreement, we would like an equivalent exchange. We need equal resources to what we give you in return. Other than this, we will protect you and your interests as you do us. I only as of one personal thing." She activated her armor's file access system, and made a hologram of a briefing packet, before sliding the virtual file over to Lyxer. "this document contains the single individual we talked about, in an overview format. I would like to see you send someone to the planet he is from. I want to know if they have any more of him left, or a new batch of him. I would believe they would bow to your requests of the files on his build, and further, they have other cyborgs models you can get." she fluffed her tail a moment, and looked at the lyxer-holo. "Is this suitable?"

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Thinking about it again, checking throuh several sheets and holograms, although it just looked like a hologram playing with air from Sami's point of view, Lyxer nodded in agreement. "We-will-obviously-not-deal-with-blueprints-of-our-own. Not-good-for-business. However-we-will-grant-you-access-to-our-stores-and-warehouses-of-state-of-the-art-mechanical-parts, with-a-blank-check-of-course." Basically meaning that they could pillage Lyxen parts as they see fit. "As-for-this-model-of-yours... I-have-never-seen-such-a-model-before." You could almost see Lyxer smile under his robotic face. "Do-not-worry-yourself-miss-Sami, you-will-not-be-hearing-of-them-again."

Again playing around with a few holopads, Lyxer made a small head bow to Sami. "This-has-been-a-pleasant-meeting-Miss-Sami. Please-meet-once-more-with-my-legal-representative-to-get-this-pact-of-cooperation-on-paper. Again, au-revoir-Miss-Sami." And with that, he disappeared as the door from the room opened up.

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Sami stood, bowed to Lyxer, and walked out the room. On the way to her craft she signed the agreement, and was handed the check. She knew it was of little value, and that it really didn't carry and actual weight, but she was surprised to see that they were being compensated so well. A quick out of orbit ride later, and landing on the Ion, it's deliveries over, and the lines began to form. Lyxer's robots were sent back, along with some dead synthetics, and the Ion departed for it's next deal location. Sami sat in her ship, doing calculation in her had, and wondering. Would teh planet deny that he existed, even with Lyxer there?
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Re: Holy Sapia: A crumbling Galaxy

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(Sorry for the double post, just want to get things rolling.)

Roza

There have been a couple answers from the factions she had contacted. Some have dismissed Weabley's pleas for help while some even said they'd be aligning with Lyxen Industries. "Lets just hope its just some trade agreement..." She said to herself, reading the many responses. Roza was simply resting on her bed in her private quarters on the Rattler's Fang when a new message suddenly popped up. This one was strange to say the least. It asked her to meet them somewhere, by herself. Normally she would think it a trap, Roza had many messages similar in the past but this one... it was encrypted with Neo-Cadian and with Voltryn ciphers of all things. Not even Lyxen Industries could replicate such encryption.

Not even bothering to reply back, for fear of being traced, Roza opened a link with someone from the ships docking area. It was a cheap VI with the power of a calculator but it did the job counting the ships entering and leaving the Rattler's Fang. "3F7T, authorization Roza Emylia Zemington." AUTHORIZATION-ACCEPTED. "Prepare me a ship and tell no one. Also don't count the ship as "left" or "missing", direct order." "ORDER-VERIFIED, EXECUTING."

And with that, Roza left her ship in secret. She was confident to come back for the official meetings with the factions she contacted but there was something about the signal that she needed to see for herself. As for the would be alliances, she had directed them to Weabley itself, where they were to meet representatives of the Weabley Merchant Federation for the time being.

LYXEN INVASION FLEET

Near the lush world of Graff Prime, a world of jungles and vast oceans, about three dozen Lyxen Sol Cruisers dropped out of lightspeed, surrounded by three times as many Torrent cruisers, ignoring the Flea fighters that started swarming around it all. It was clear what the fleet was doing here, invasion. The many ships quickly went into siege formation on one side of the planet, all perfectly orchestrated by countless AI's and VI's. No errors, no mistakes.

Inside one of the Cruisers stood no more then 5 individuals, there leader, Mr. Tarrik. "As usual sir, everything is going perfectly." One man said. "Potential enemy fleets?" Tarrik asked a loud, quickly answered by a mechanical voice. "No_enemy_vessels_have_been_spotted_Mr_Tarrik." Smirking, Tarrik chuckled, just imagining how easy this is going to be.

"Alright then, start invasion protocols." He said cheerily, a smile on his face. No one in the room actually did anything mind you, everything was automated perfectly as drop ships by the thousands began falling down on the planet. Tarrik simply sat in the commander's chair, rolling his thumb. "Another day, another world." He said happily. "I'll maybe even get a promotion after this one."

On the planets surface.

Back on the surface of Graff Prime, much of the world was a rural world, the only exception being one massive city acting at its capital. The many soldiers and machines of Weabley's volunteer's readied themselves as the invasion begun. Drop ships came crashing down in the city, raining like a meteor shower. Before long the battle had commenced when the Mk-17's swarmed around the crash sites. For now, Weabley's anti air was swamped against the sheer numbers while the ground forces simply tried to contain the increasing number's of Lyxen machines trying to prevent a beach head of sorts.

Deep underground the city itself, in the old abandoned subway lines of the city, a couple of generals discussed strategy. "Why didn't they simply bomb us? There going to waste a lot of their robots with there current tactic." "They want the city intact, bombing it would be counter productive of that goal." "Nevertheless, we need to hold them back until proper reinforcements arrives... If it arrives." "We need to prepare a retreat strategy just in case. The lush jungles would be prefect for guerrilla/insurgent tactics."

The generals continued planning as the fighting grew into full swing on the upper parts of the city. This battle was particularly important for Weabley. If Graff Prime were to fall, Lyxen Industries will have penetrated the Trench Line of planets. They will finally have a clear shot at Weabley itself.

Tech Support

On Nyx, the strange man of before simply walked down the streets of Nyx. The city on the moon was a technological marvel. The streets were clean, the overall temperature always controlled at a comfortable temperature and even the gravity itself was monitored and controlled across the city. The man simply walked, suddenly taking out a cell phone of sorts as it started ringing.

Back at Tech Supports control hub, the strange info collector seemed to drown himself in knowledge once again. Suddenly, a beeping sound started, almost insignificant amongst the many screens and beeping lights in the room. Tech Support however jumped on it right away. It was a voice message of all things. "Aaahhh. Tech Support! As you p-r-e-d-i-c-t-e-d, the Collective did indeed meet with Lyxen Industries. I expect my usual payment."

Tech Support simply grew even more erratic. "whatcould it mean?! Alliance?! Trade deal?! Would almostthink... Maybe..." Turning to Emissary for the first time, he simply asked her a question. "Whatdoes shethink?!"
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