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Two AU out from A-Jupiter...

The phase drive on the BRF Drake cut out sooner than expected, if only by a few milliseconds. The first long range jump was a roaring success, and the crew and pilots stationed on the craft began to celebrate, congratulating themselves on the precise jump from Al'Meiro to this new system. The celebrations were short lived however; the scanners, long range and short range, were going berserk.

The captain of this vessel, one Paradly, took his position at the command console quickly. "Status Report?" The human male called to his crew, who were quickly returning to their own stations.
The scanner was the first to report. "Detecting large radar signitures all over the place, sir. There seems to be something matching a Cruiser or Destroyer class ship close, less than one Aiyou out," the man at the station relates, bringing up a video feed from external monitors; sure enough, in the distance against the Gas Giant they were orbiting, there was the silhouette of a ship, somewhat larger than their own in the distance.

Paradly considered his options; large objects could be some sort of Battleship with atmospheric capabilities, which would be dangerous. He did not want to alienate this nearby cruiser however, if it was not initially hostile. "Bring shields online, keep weapons systems warm but off; get Al'Kaera Squadron to their fighters.

The Damage control operator hurried to comply, while weapons systems were brought to half readiness; the pilots assembled in the room quickly exited, heading to the single unit hanger bays dispersed along the sides and rear of the ship.

Meanwhile, Paradly gives out more orders, "Attempt to hail the Cruiser. We'll try and find out what's going on in this system. Get the Phase drives back online, just in case." Silence reigned on the Bridge while his orders were taken into effect; the hailing call was sent, however the jump drives were offline.

"Sir!" Called the propulsion station operator, "The phase lane; it's gone!" He exclaims, bringing up the feed. The lane had indeed dissipated, at least from this planet. Paradly clenches his jaw, as there was no more going back, at least. "Try to get a line to Baliente. Send out messenger drones as well; look for any phase lanes out of the system." Paradly prepares to take his seat, but then recalls he's supposed to be awaiting a diplomatic call; whether or not the opposing vessel had video feed would be seen, but he wanted to be ready for it.

KKT Admiral Gerasimovich, Bridge

"Warning -- Trantorian ships detected. Bearing °157 by 10°. Range 167.598.000 Kilometers, and decreasing." The ship's Artificial-Intelligence, known simply as ship, chimed in with his ominous warning. It's alluring female voice rang across the bridge, sending a shiver down Captain Voronin's spine. Trantor always meant combat.

"Ship, what's their heading?" Voronin asked; and then he cleared his optical display with another wave of his hand, and brought up the stream of data coming in on the Trantorian ships. The orange displays were empty, blinded temporary by the transit cascade radiation hovering around the Trantorian ships; but it was obvious they were Trantorians, if anything. No other faction in the universe used mecha, or had such a unique signature on thermal sensors.

"Formation is oriented towards solar object, en route for third planet, Terra. Estimated time to Terra orbital range is fifteen minutes, 26 seconds, and closing." Ship replied, drawing the information from a combination of calculations, sensor readings, and pre-programmed assumptions. In Voronin's optical display, several of the orange display windows flushed with data, giving him a statistical, and visual, view of the Trantorian fleet.

He muttered a command into his mouthpiece, "Maxim",and then spoke in his booming voice, reserved for giving orders like this: "All formations, Trantorian fleets have been detected in system, battle stations!" He muttered another "Gorky", and the link shut off.

On the bridge, and on every ship in the fleet, his command would be heard.

"Warning -- Unknown ships detected. Bearing °245 by 11° and °285 by 23°. Range unknown, remaining stable." Voronin grabbed the edge of his neural-interface chair in a death grip, and crushed the hell out of his with his large, muscular hands. Apart from causing it squeak annoyingly as the synthetic fabric over it was stretched, his grip left the chair unharmed. He asked the ship the same damn question as last time, this time a very annoyed tone of voice. "Ship, what's their heading?"

Ship replied with, "I don't know."

"Well, you're helpful..." Spat the captain under his breath, quite enough so that the ship wouldn't hear his annoyed comment. He had watched a strange Terran movie a long time back in his life, called 2001: A Space Odyssey; and he'd be damned if ship ended up like HAL. Instead of the ship, his next command was instead given to the several communications officers on the bridge. "Hail every damn ship in the quadrant, the Yukon' one, and that damn flying planet. Tell them that we have no hostile intentions, and that they best focus on those giant whales and that ship our fighters report in that mirror Solar System. Let the yukon' know that we're still on their side, and let the Trantorians know that we want a damn cease fire until this is over!"

Communications Officer Dimitri muttered a quick "YES SIR!", and began his transmissions to the UCON ship. "CN ARMARA. -- STOP -- Battlegroup Fifty-Fifty has been forced to evacuate to the edge of Terran Solar System, point Alpha-One-One-One. We're still there; and readying for a counter-offensive as we speak. -- STOP -- Transmitting Coordinates Now."

Dimitri switched his comm to a broad-spectrum transmissions band, and sent a simple message to all fleets concerned, with the exception of the Trantorians, who received several more lines in addition to the normal message. "ALL SHIPS CONCERNED -- Please Identify yourselves. You are advised to stay clear of Terra and large, space-borne lifeforms, and the large ship in the Mirror Solar System. Trantor, due to the circumstances of this meeting, we request a cease-fire or temporary truce."

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Several cascades of transit energy appeared on the fringes of the Solar System, creating three points that would appear on sensor readings across the greater distance of three astronomical units. They were space nearly ten thousand kilometers apart from each, a distance that was peanuts to space.

"Battlegroup Forty-Seventy, reporting in! Admiral Kutuzov reporting in."

The first object to enter into the Solar System was another full battlegroup, equipped with the same ships, in the same numbers as Battlegroup Fifty-Fifty; With the sole exception of a supercarrier, which was replaced by a heavy battleship.

"Mobile Artillery, Unit Seventy-Seventy-Ten, reporting in!"

Another object appeared from ansible transit, appearing to be a large container ship at first. And then many small objects seemed to drift off from the main form, powered by four modular engines bolted to their backs. They looked like weaponized shipping containers, and each one was nearly fifty meters long. Each one was painted a dark crimson, with a gold hammer and sickle, superimposed over a gold pre-stellar artillery shell. They had a single cargo door in their frontal section, that housed the very tip of a stellar artillery gun.

This was one of the more powerful forces used by the Red Technocracy, hordes of self-propelled linear artillery that could targets from quite a ways; and with the addition of FTL weapons, they could unleash hell from completely staggering distances. During the cold war of sorts between Trantor and Skelekus, these devices had been stockpiled and readied for combat on any of the massive fronts between Trantor and Technocracy; now, they would see their first real combat engagement, against a completely different enemy.

"KKT Mikoyan, reporting in. We've got your ass covered, so your better cover ours."

The final object to jump in was a massive factory ship, measuring nearly 900 meters long, and almost as wide. A ship like this would be the final element in any major offensive, providing a constant stream of combat drones to the battlefield.

Aboard the SEC Titania, outside of Neptune's orbit

"Have you found any sign of ships, ally or enemy Commander Dawick?"

"No sir. Scans revealed nothing except satellites. It seems this sector of space is rather barren."

"That makes sense. Not many commercial fleets come out this far, civilian traffic is minimal, and even escaping criminals would have stopped at Europa long before they arrived in this sector."

Xanus gazed out into the blankness of space.

"And that means the aliens won't be so near either."

"But sir! We cannot sit here, we'll be sitting ducks!"

"I did not suggest to sit and wait to die now did I, Commander Dawick. Set a course for the inner solar system. We should be able to find more there, and possibly resupply the ship. Tell the navigators to set a course for Ganymede. You are dismissed."

Dawick exited, and Xanus turned back towards the view of empty black space in front of him.

"Getting someone to give us parts to repair the fleet is our only hope. I refuse to let the people of Revolia down, for what kind of politician would that make me?"

14 Kilometers above Drop-ECHO, 1st Lieutenant Jonathan Krauss



Entrance into the atmosphere of the small blue planet was simple, save for the amount of radar signatures the EV's had picked up. The small display scrolling across the Lieutenants face became a blur as the HyDRA impacted with the rigid crust of the planet, the man was quickly knocked unconscious by the blow. The radio was crackling and barking with the shouts and orders of the numerous others that made up the squad, Krauss had little time to note the specifics of their statements, the man was rolled in his rigging as the blood pooled in his skull; blacking him out in a matter of seconds.

"Check, November, Check"
"We are ... clear, November-Alpha. NECO is online, over."
The Lieutenant rotated his head quietly, the dull and blank screen protruding from it's mount on the face of the door-plank. Krauss slowly rolled his neck, the distinct crack of the vertebrae invigorating Krauss and causing his eyes to jut open with a sense of urgency. He quickly regained his memory, the drop, the roll, and now came the entry. His hands acted quickly, forcing themselves from their rigging and wrapping about the strap that held him by the chest, this would be the first to go.
"Call, November Three, we haven't seen an Exit yet. Are you alright?" The link sprang to life within Krauss' ear, startling the Lieutenant due to the sudden entrance of the noise within his own skull.
"I'm clear, November-Alpha, I'm clear. Preparing to Exit." Krauss' responded, the lashing across his chest falling away as his hands moved them aside; he then set about releasing himself from the restrictions across his waist.

"Understood, November Three." The chatter quickly died as Krauss placed his hands against the small doorplank, and proceeded to jam his foot against the doorway; which quickly gave way due to structural degradation during the terminal trip.
"We have Exit on November Three, over and out" His mind raced as the light flooded, and the several hands reached to pull Krauss from his metallic tomb, and into the burning light of the desert. The ODI pulled him to his feet, emerging from the deep pit that the EV had created upon impact.

"We're good, Lieutenant, ready and waiting." The Sergeant barked, a hand smearing across Krauss' back as his eyes adjusted to the flood of light.
"We're ... where are we? Drop-Echo?" Krauss' questioned, his hand reaching to shield his eyes from the sunlight as the Sergeant offered him the rotund, bulwarked outline of an ODI helmet.
"Drop-Echo, Lieutenant Krauss." He responded, Krauss nodding as he pulled the helmet from his allies grips, propped it upward, and fixed the mass of nano-metals across his skull, the helmet quickly fitting the form and curvature of his head near perfectly.
"Alright, shape up." Krauss commanded, the voice-amplifier of the helmet snapping to life, his voice filtering through the workings and speakers of the small headgear.
"Let's kick shit, ODI" He returned.


On-board the Amara, Situation-Room Golf

Crystalline, brightened eyes rolled across the influx of information that spattered the screen sitting ahead of her. She gave a small huff, directed an uplink to a group of Orbital Drop Infantry that had been released from the Armara several hours ago; though she had been tasked with monitoring the group throughout their entire trip, she had diverted a small amount of that time to locating the rapidly retreating Tek vessels. She quickly located a small Nano-Radar Display, switching her HUD across her calming eyes while she toiled away upon her station. Several other Officers worked nearby, dedicated to the complete situational awareness of the mission, and the cruiser.

"Fuck. What in the fuck are these Tek's doing?" A man questioned, his voice wrought with the distinct spite of anger at the sight of the fleeing Technocratic allies.
"They're jumping out of system, looks like. Yeah. They're definitely running." Another responded. She kept to her work, though, her fingers toiling over the small command console of her inclined pit; the whizzing displays scattered across the woman, displaying the objects which held utmost important to her.
"Kellerman, you seeing this shit?" The small transistor plugged into her ear chirped, she jutted a steady hand upward.
"Yeah, Lieutenant. The Tek's are jumping ship. What's past that asteroid belt?" She probed, stopping her tedious work a moment as she awaited an answer.

" ... Fuck if I know, Kellerman. All I know is we've got ODI on ona' those planets." Was the response.
"Understood, Lieutenant. I'll get online with the ODI." She answered. Her digits smearing themselves against the command console as she redirected the communication link. With a calm echo in her voice, she pulled a small microphone across her mouth.
"Attention all Novembers. This is Naval Assistance. Call in, boys."


On-board the Armara, Command-Bridge Alpha

"Ambrosse, the Tek's are jumping past us!" A Junior Lieutenant barked, Ambrosse rammed a hand into the adamant metal of the railing.
"Son. Of. A. Bitch. What the fuck are these Tek's going?" The Captain barked, the sudden beeping and whirring of nearby alarms drowning out the once ambient noise of the bridge.
"We've got Trantor on the outskirts of the system!" Came another call, the radiant influx of all things going to shit sent Ambrosse' head into a whirl. With a defiant bark and a strong arm, he flung his crew into overdrive.
"You get those Tek's. We're covering them for reinforcements!" Ambrosse barked, the small message sent from the retreating Technocrats scrolling across the small data-pad lashed across Ambrosse' waist.
"There's Trantor vessels here, you know the drill! Scramble all Jump-Codes and prepare for a fight! Get a read out on those forces."

Attention retreating Red Technocracy Vessels. The CN Armara complies with your coordinates, the crew of the Armara are prepared and defending your exit route. Repeat, UCON has the rear.

Ambrosse quickly filed away the message for the on-board AI to parse and send. Now all that was left was preparing the weaponry for the soon-to-come engagement.
"Get me that fucking read out, Allen!" Ambrosse barked, the Weapons Lieutenant gave a quick nod as the display erupted from the holo-tank that was aligned within the railing.
"They out gun us, that's for sure Captain." He responded, Ambrosse responded with a harsh snap.
"We'll match them for every fucking bullet." He chimed, sifting through the groups of vessels that their obviously more powerful Trantor counterparts had brought to the field.

"Shit" Ambrosse gritted his teeth as he waved the Weapons Lieutenant to begin the process of running the weaponry of the Armara.
"I want the Mark fourteens online along with the seventies, run everything else on standby and prepare a volley of ARCHERs." The Captain barked, swinging through the grouping of holo-displays before reaching the display of the Tactical Weapons Uplink. In unison with the Weapons Lieutenant, Ambrosse prepared the weaponry for the determining blow against the opponents.
"Can they see us?" Ambrosse glared, he hadn't taken the time to send a glance toward the "Tacker", a system which allowed many UCON vessels to pinpoint the direct group which was tracking or targeting the specific vessel.
"No sir, we're silent." A Junior Lieutenant responded, Ambrosse nodded and quickly prepared a strategy. Formatting a map through the holo-tank as the vessels A.I. joined him in the split-second tactical improvisation.

"I feel we would fare a better chance moving close in to the gas giant, located here, sir." The Core responded, the uplink quickly changing to show the gas giant, and the vessels current location. An animation bringing the Armara within the girth of the gas giant, where it would be effectively masked from long-range attacks.
"Agreed, I think that's our best bet. Set us on a course for the gas giant. We're going silent everyone, Lieutenant, get us in that giant."







Planet-Side, the Skarr


The invasion had begun, their world was no longer theirs, it was now for the Society.
"Move up! Eradicate the enemy!" The Archer commanded angrily, a chunky fist ushering the nearby Delians into combat, the booming drums of war erupted around the squadron as the remaining brethren fought for what was rightfully theirs. Delians crowded over the defeated corpses of Drones that had flooded the battlefield, the towering beasts above them payed little attention to the havoc that populated the ground.
"Slaughter!" One yelled, letting loose a burst into the oncoming face of a Drone. The inferior beast crumbling underneath the volley of chunky rifle fire before spattering onto the ground, the Delian responded with a glory yell, swinging his rifle by the hip to scatter another Drone as it neared into the attack. Others were extremely less fortunate, however. A Delian let out a pained scream as a Drone dug a claw through its back, and ripped a raw, pulsing chunk of pale flesh from it's spine, a quick burst from an assault rifle finished off the drone as the Delian collapsed and rested on the floor.

"Murder these pigs!" The Arvurian yelled, smashing the butt of the bulky assault rifle through the skull of the Drone, the Skarr quickly spun on his heel, drawing his handgun as his rifle fell to the ground, useless and devoid of ammunition.
"For the Skarr!" The monstrosity screamed, quickly brandishing the handgun and snapping off round after round into the enemy, the inferior beasts had quickly overrun the two squads of Delians that he had led into battle, his murdered brothers lay scattered and quartered about the battlefield. Destroyed by those pathetic swine. The Arvurian couldn't think of a better way to die. The beast gave a grunt as he threw himself toward a Drone, bringing his elbow down onto it's skull as the thing intercepted him with it's powerful pincers. The attack send a brutal shock of pain through his midsection as the teeth ripped through the flesh. The Arvurian had one final trick up his sleeve; and jammed the handgun down into the enemies neck. Firing away as the beast tore into the commanders body.

Two AU out from A-Jupiter

It was entirely silent on the carrier. The pilots were on standby in the hangars, and the bridge crew was awaiting at attention for some sort of response from the cruiser. Unexpectedly, a different transmission was heard; one from an indeterminate position.

"ALL SHIPS CONCERNED -- Please Identify yourselves. You are advised to stay clear of Terra and large, space-borne lifeforms, and the large ship in the Mirror Solar System. Trantor, due to the circumstances of this meeting, we request a cease-fire or temporary truce." The voice comes in quite clearly over the systems intercom systems; everyone on board hears the message. Looking to the captain, the communications officer makes the request, "Hail them, sir?"

A moments thought was all that was needed. "Hail them," answered Captain Paradly, "We're definitely in the midst of some conflict. Identify all the warned objects- find out if they're dangerous to us or not. Find out what this Trantor is, too, if at all possible. Al'Kaera, keep your engines hot." With his orders begin given, the bridge was abuzz with activity again. Sensors were brought online, scanning all objects within range. "Any word on that cruiser?" Paradly asks, as if an afterthought. A few seconds pass, then, "Negative, sir. It seems-" The crewman is cut off however as another begins to speak, "Sir, we're registering the Cruiser has moved; where to is uncertain. It's gone dark." Nodding, Paradly gives out more orders. "Bring shields and weapons online."

Meanwhile, a hailing frequency is finally established with the unknown, who had contacted them before. Still standing, Paradly clears his throat. "This is the BRF Drake, repeat, Hornet Class Light Carrier Drake of the Balienten Republic Fleet. We read you..." unable to name the unknown vessel, Paradly replies thusly; "Indeterminate Vessel. We are holding two AU out from the orange Gas Giant... requesting local information."

Making a gesture to cut off the audio link, Paradly shakes his head somewhat. Terribly unofficial sounding, he was sure. But naught to be done. "Move towards the Gas Giant, one hundred k/s."

Earth B

Onboard the Macross class ship "Trade Balances"
The massive first Command fleet noticed an unusual trans dimensional signal, as the first Recon and Defensive grid flew around the gas giant, the scans of the massive ships a surprise to the small starfighter captains. "Commander! You won't believe this, but there are ships already here! However, the scanners are older, focused on more X band rads..."

Zafia thought for a moment, as he simply said, "Open a channel, but be warned. Just because there is one ship does not mean it could have unknown abilities. Make sure to activate barriers and prepare weapons for launch if needed. Diplomatic ships will be sent over as soon as possible, but for now, I need to see why the hell are there more ships. Between this and every galactic empire in that OTHER Earth, this is not going to end well.."

The starfighter assumed a basic beacon mode, transmitting the data back to the unknown ship. "Ship, this is the Macross class battleship Global Trade, requesting a full meeting and talks of trade. We are new to this sector, and it seems we have not had long range encounters in space. We are sending over several diplomatic craft, and we wish to simply talk. That is all."

Earth A


On the New Macross Ship: Megaroad V

"Sir... Red ships, all over?! Is this a trap?!" The younger captain grinned, as her ears seemed to perk up, as she smiled "Ha, we have enough firepower, but let's not prepare for a fight just yet. Transmit general warning signals, and full power to shields. Get AGEIS up, and make sure to have short term FTL jammers, we don't want missile attacks on our six. All ships, prepare to defend, they could have armed this system to the Teeth. Send group Six to make first contact with the unknowns, and tell the nearby ships we don't want to fight. There may be a state of psudeo war, but the NMC... she isn't a girl to fight in this kind of harsh war.

It was odd, as the crew watched the odd girl, a construct meant to fight and interface directly with massive battleships almost cry, as she mapped out the system.

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ALL SHIPS: This is the Trantor Space Exploration Fleet "Infinite Freedom". We do not wish to fight here and now. We came here looking for the Earth, and we will cede any colony claims if ones have been made. We simply wish to visit our planet, and confirm if it is the Earth in our Historical Records. That is all

The message blared in space, transmitted by deep space radio, on all frequencies, as the Trantor fleet moved slowly, while a smaller group of ships seemed to slip ahead, the robot teams using warp drives to jump to the Earth itself....

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Thanks for the message Red Technocracy, we have sent a group to investigate Earth, let them pass, and Cease Fire Accepted. Trantor will send you some goods for this favor

The subconscious brain of the massive ship simply sent that message, as the fleet waited, staying in a constant orbit around Uranus.
Super Robot "Neo Spacer"

The massive machine, 200 meters long, powered by 2 battleship sized degenerate matter reactors, and holding the pods for 10 fighting machines led the escort group, heading in tandem to reach the planet. "So, this is the Earth... I wonder if they have a Japan here like in the old Colony nation book." The other girl laughed, simply blowing off the comment with "There hasn't been a world with nation states in twenty thousand years, stop being silly and focus, we need to make the landing site secure for our base craft. Make sure the buster can even hit anything, and we are safe..."

The small group passed Jupiter, approaching mars rapidly as they all hoped for the best. The group had 4 ships, tiny 100 meter long troop transports, filled with soldiers, robots, and in one case, researchers, while various starfighters, rail engines, construction vehicles, flew along the space based transports, all heading to the Earth, not knowing what they would encounter on the blue space marble.

Dawick arrived in Xanus's office, rather suddenly.

"What is it, Commander Dawick?"

"We have received communications from another vessel. They have been confirmed to be non-hostile."

"I see. Put them through."

"Ship, this is the Macross class battleship Global Trade, requesting a full meeting and talks of trade. We are new to this sector, and it seems we have not had long range encounters in space. We are sending over several diplomatic craft, and we wish to simply talk. That is all."

"Global Trade, this is Xanus, leader of the small planet Revolia, aboard the Revolian Special Exploration Class ship Titania. I will gladly speak with your crew, so gladly send them over."

Xanus closed the channel and looked at Dawick with a slight smile on his face.

"It seems our planet may have hope after all."

Orbiting Anti-Earth Above the Saharah

From a distance, all that could be seen in space was the wave of miniature Agrons, landing ontop of one of the Destroyers, and swarming it like a pack of blood-thirsty lions. Each and every last one of them, began to bind to the metallic minerals that composed the ship, refining the outer-layers into a fine dust as to render the Destroyer's defenses utterly useless. Their shields had been taken care of by the infectious towers protruding from the backs of the Sarach, so now it was just a matter of getting inside, which wasn't much of a task. A swarm of defensive nanites quickly began to launch an assault, though they were quickly thrown to the wayside, when a defensive line of around forty took it upon themselves to break apart into their dust-forms and combat them that way.

In this microscopic state, they were able to crystallize, and further reshape their external structure, making them sharp and jagged. The nanites were finished, sliced and diced into even smaller bits by these micro-warriors, though unable to seen by the human-eye, surely the ships' sensors would've been able to pick up something.

At the same time, the human-sized Agrons had finished making their way through the thick metal layers and were now inside an empty hallway, teeming with electronic devices of an unknown origin. The clones paid them no mind, as arm-blades, approximately four feet in length protruded from the tops of their wrists, made from the very metal that they had just previously refined, and crystallized it to form a more conventional weapon. They knew not who or what would greet them, but, from the looks of things going on outside, it would more than likely be VERY hostile.

The Sarach on the outside were already facing what the Agronians were anticipating, and that was a direct counter-assault on the entire group. Casualties were minimal, as the combined energy stolen from away from the fleet's shield were let loose, in the form of a giant oval, taking the brunt of the plasma, and suffering only minor scorch marks that were visible along their sides.

As for the Sarach in front, it was obvious that they had been underestimated, perhaps due to their size, but, they too were, in fact, just as dangerous as the ones behind them. A rich cobalt aura began to radiate from the runes protruding from their backs, racing up to the fronts of some and towards the backs of others. Every particle-beam released by the Destroyer was met with an equally powerful beam of shimmering red energy, coming from the mouth of the Sarach. And whoever made the decision of charging those Sarach with with an all out physical ram attack must've been crazy too. They performed MASSIVE frontflips, completely slamming the massive club-like rune at the ends of their tail directly ontop of the bridge, which would deal some serious damage if it were to land.

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Saharah Desert

Thomas' eyes weren't getting any wider, and the chaos below wasn't getting any lighter; all in all, his body wasn't letting him move, and it wasn't because of the shape-shifter inside of him either. It was shock, pure and simple; absolute fear that this thing was more than likely going to either A) kidnap him or B) grind his body into the dirt beneath its massive rocky foot, leaving quite the nice dish for those drones. And as it turned out, option B) was exactly what Agron had in mind, reaching out with an open palm as to grab ahold of his completely still body, and MAKE Thomas fulfill his destiny.

Unfortunately for the golem, Destiny's big brother Fate had different plans.

All of them unfolded at once, but the most prevelant one was the pine-green beam of Bio-Force slamming into Agron's back, leaving naught but a gaping hole in his back. His mid-section couldn't support the rest of his upper-body weight simlpy because there was no longer anything there, causing the beast's upper-half to collapse. It smacked into newly formed plateau multiple times as the golem slowly lost control of its artificially created platform, that was now starting to fall as well, though not nearly with as much force as Agron was, coming down in the form of a massive tidal-wave of sand heading straight at the TerraCrusher along with the currently reforming body of Agron, which was lungng directly at the tortoise.

When Agron hit the ground, he produced a shockwave so massive, that it would take twenty minutes at the very least for the dust-cloud to settle. The Sarachs were affected by this as well, losing control and plummeting back down to the desert, producing a counter-shockwave that was at least three times greater than the first, making for one hell of an earthquake.

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Orbiting Anti-Mars Inside The Ship

"It seems I have no choice, but to fight you, even if it means endangering my brother's life."

"Oh, watching your brother squirm will be mo-" *TWANGCHHNK* "-THERFUCKER!"

Singar's eyes widened almost immediately after his speech was interrupted, "How dare y-" cut off by a sapphire disc slicing through the air, and heading straight towards Singar, who quickly deflected it off course with his scabbard, slicing straight through the runic-strings that he had in place. His defenses were down, and Morbid instantly took advantage of this, lunging at the fiend with every intent to rip him apart. Corruptor wasn't going to have any of that; releasing a burst of concussive force in all directions, leaving the room in a thick cloud of smoke and debris. More steps were heard, and this time they weren't Morbid's; it was definitely someone big though, and they were producing a very irritating screeching noise, as if dragging a large metal object against a hard metal surface.

That was indeed the case, "You..must think you're somethin' special, HUH BITCH!?" said the voice, before the smoke suddenly split apart, revealing two lambent eyes that held no color. Pure white, and almost demonic looking, but, that was most definitely NOT the case with this particular being. "So..you're the one.." Singar muttered, jumping back as he saw an incredibly large double-helixed sword come heading in his direction. He was barely able to remove his own knight's sword and parry the blade, thrusting it into the outside helix, and giving it a firm tug, but, to no avail, for whoever was combating him most definitely had a firm grasp of how to fight without sight.

"Do you honestly believe that you can wreak THIS MUCH HAVOC," an explosive burst of sapphire energy erupted from the being's dust-enveloped body, "AND NOT HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE!?" Singar found himself flying across the room before skidding to a halt, just in front of a bubbling pool of lava. "There...can be no peace without their first being chaos." The indigo blight that had spread throughout the room earlier, now began to focus around that man's aura, entrapping it within a midnight blue fog which spawned from the blight.

"Don't give me that pseudo-philosophical BULLSHIT! Chaos... is the result of PEOPLE like..YOU disturbing it!"

The smoke cleared, revealing the man who had attacked Singar. His size emphasized the raw power that leaked from his body, manifested in the form of fluctuating sapphiric energy, radiantly reflecting off chest-plated armor, that held strange engravings. A golden crescent moon on the left, and a triangle on the right, hugging a white tunic - which covered his black undersuit, leading directly into a pair of brown boots. "He who guards the balance...." Singar cackled internally,"You shouldn't have come here, Seil, because now I - Corruptor, will end your pathetic existence." Corruptor snapped his fingers; sending a surge of red and blue electricity throughout his fog, triggering an explosion of all the aura that this man had released. just prior.

"You're not going to get by me, with such cheap tricks, boy." Seil was standing there with a fiery orb in his hands, and if one were to peer deeper into the flames, a face could be seen; one that was full of rage - ready and willing to unleash all her fury on Singar. "Attempting to take out a Hellian with FIRE!?" Singar couldnt help but laugh at this, while Seil's pale face took on a rather dull expression, but, the anger that was building up inside of him could be seen clear as day. And while he was busy being amused by Seil's "antics", he had yet to realize that what Seil was wielding was by no means Hell-fire. With that revelation in mind, Seil released the full force of his defense in the form of an offensive inferno, setting the entire room ablaze.

"YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED THE FIRST TIME, BITCH!"

Morbid, however, was nowhere to be found.

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Orbiting Anti-Mars Outside The Ship

"I hope you do well, brother, because these machines are proving to be just as clever as I..am." A brilliantly colored trail of electricity is left in the wake of Thane's propulsion towards the missiles, as his technological gifts compliment his biological abilities. The ley-lines act as amplifiers to the electric eels that he has for fingers, allowing him to generate a powerful beam of electrical energy, detonating both missiles fired from the two crafts, leaving Thane completely unscarred. "But, I will defeat them, and I WILL save us from this monster.."

Thane takes a wild forty five degree ascension, spinning his entire body around and whipping that flexible left arm of his, dislocating the forearm from the humerus, and applying the elastic nature of the inside of an anaconda's mouth to his skin. Through this drastic altercation in anatomy, he allows his arm to extend a great distance, his massive fist clenched and prepared to completely annihilate another fighter sitting within his cock-pit with the assistance of liquid-palladium metal, flexible in nature, yet extremely durable at the same time.

As for his partner wing-mate, Thane launches several individual beams of electrical energy from his electric eel-fingers; the repulsion of negative against negative, compressing each stream of electricity into a lethal cutting-ray, designed to pierce straight through the craft. It is guided by the residual plasma left over by the air-to-air missiles, which leads directly to where the missile was originally fired from: the fighter-craft itself.

Despite Thane's current success, he is unaware of the Dreadnaught that is coming straight for him and his adversaries.

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Anti-Titan

Tage readjusts his flight-path and goes right past Gennosuke in a blast of shimmering, yellow propellant, completely overshooting him on accident, though mainly due to the fact that he had been flying after him for quite some time now. He picks up Autun's comment through the ley-lines and responds accordingly, "I'm the only one of my kind, you dolt. And machines, like myself, are not meant to look pretty. I was designed to fight, and so I shall fulfill my purpose, regardless of what it is." He rotated his wrist, detached his claws from the knuckles, firing off and embedding themselves into the ground; connected to the rest of Tage's arm by metallic cables which kept him from going too far off.

The cyborg was through wasting time, releasing the constraints on his ley-lines as he began preparing the ley-lines around him. A silver energy radiating from his waste and forming into an oval that he constantly manipulated, shredding it into thousands of tiny tendrils, each interlinked to his ley-lines. They suddenly shot out at Gennosuke, absorbing the residual energies left over from the previous attack and circumventing them throughout the entire area. Whatever Tage was preparing, it would more than likely be something ridiculously destructive, as were all of his attacks, but for the time being he chose to rely on a different method of attack.

Tage's rail-blade was still buzzing with electrical energy, as was his rail-gun; readjusting their positions to sit atop his wrist. He began firing a hailstorm of bullets off to his side, along with a constant stream of electric current, guiding the bullets toward their destination. Then, as if out of nowhere, he suddenly began to twirl his metal arm over his head, causing the bullets to veer slightly off course, before viciously lashing his arm downwards, and in Gennosuke's general direction. "Bullet-whip has been activated."

Orbiting Anti-Mars

Isaac Butcher lay upon the floor of a control room, exhausted, without any hope left in his humanoid body. He was aboard a secluded, feeble space station, of which only would support him with oxygen for a little while longer. Death was not only sobering, but also a very dismal subject. Thus, as he took shelter in the red lit room, signifying that the emergency oxygen supply was in use, lying upon the hard surface of the flooring, for nothing else was currently available to alleviate standing, Isaac began to recap the last few hours of his life, as if preparing a memorial service for himself.

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Percius VIII, several hours before

As the refugees piled onto the massive starship, the guards calmly ushered each one of them in after checking their identification and analyzing their biology for any signs of future contamination. In a sense, the refugees were treated much like cattle. Yet, such measures were needed in order to assure a safe evacuation, both on planet A and planet B.

A contagious virus had ravaged the planet of Percius VIII, of which had been released unintentionally in a research laboratory the week before. As the virus lay waste to the people of Percius VIII, only the very few who were immune to the disease, either by natural or synthetic causes, had survived the infection, bringing the population of the planet from a bustling 20.4 million to a languid 500,000 people. It was truly dire times for the people of Percuis VIII, however their planet, in such a large multiverse, was so insignificant that the news of the planet's destruction would prove uninteresting and known only to historians as an "unfortunate disaster." Regardless, the populous was panicking, praying to their deities that they would not be carriers for any diseases. Isaac was one of those people.

Despite the fact that he had only visited the planet unintentionally from Hub World 26, Isaac was now being forced to evacuate and travel back to Hub World 26, a place he hadn't planned or hoped to return to for a while. He had caused a small commotion there, and was now going to return for the chance of being barbecued by a rather unpleasant inhabitant of the hub world. Isaac had, in search for directions, stumbled into a bar, where he met a rather burly, inebriated young man who attempted to greet Isaac with a hardy handshake. Isaac, coming from a culture where one greeted with a kiss, did not understand the gesture, and instead commenced in a gesture of his own. Despite the efforts for toleration on the hub worlds, a bar was not the greatest place to engage in unusual alien customs. Isaac was therefore chased around the town by an angry mob of intolerant drunken men and women, until he had warped out from one of the various waygates positioned at the edge of town, where he came upon Percius VIII, where unfortunately they would experience a power shortage days later due to the virus, making travel through the waygate back impossible.

Thus, he was there with the rest of the refugees, being rushed towards the guards to be checked. He was next in line in a group of three which consisted of a woman, her child, and himself. Each were checked of biological disorders. The woman passed, as did Isaac. Her child, on the other hand, was sent back behind the gates, sending both the mother and her child into a fury of tears. She refused to leave her child willingly, and thus was forcefully placed behind the gate. Isaac would not be given much better luck. Upon checking for identification, Isaac was found to be in Percius VIII illegally; he had been ignorant to the strict immigration laws of the planet. He was therefore allowed to board the starship, yet was taking to a small prison cell on board, where he would spend his days until they arrived to Hub World 26, where he would be transferred into the hub world's prison.

However, his incarceration would not matter in a few days, and in fact had saved him from dieing a gruesome death. Though the voyage had set about as planned, it would soon be brought to a halt, for as they began to pass through the wormhole to Hub World 26, the ship was swiftly taken aside by a passing comet. As the comet ripped through the ship's infrastructure, only the command center and the prison bay had been sparred, and as the rest of those on board died from either incineration or suffocation, Isaac was able to redirect himself to the command center and, after receiving lessons from a deceased pilot, was able to separate the command center from the rest of the starship before imminent destruction, and from it an emergency space station was initiated.

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Orbiting Anti-Mars, present time

Yet, none of it truly mattered at this point. He was going to die in 26 minutes regardless of how lucky he had been previously. 25 minutes. The power supply was so low at this point that it would be impossible to even send out a radio signal to ask for assistance. And so, without any ray of hope in sight, Isaac wept as he lay upon the hard surface of the control room. He would no longer be able to further his goals, or extinguish his past sins. Only death, cold, unfeeling death, awaited him now.

Happy?

KKT Archangelsk, Bridge

"“KER-THANG!”"

Unfortunately for the attackers, the bridge was a room deep in the bowels of the ship.

The sound of the Argonians slamming into the upper decks reverberated. It didn’t just carry through the ship; the entire upper half was shaken by the massive impact of stone clubs, bridge included. The area of impact was crushed; in a way only. Instead of shattering like crystal or denting like metal sheet, the upper deck ripped asunder from its welds. The entire sheet of metal, several feet of various substances, was forced downward inside the bulkhead superstructure of the ship. Sparks flew and metal grinded with metal as the armor plating slid. As the plating slid free, a huge geyser of atmospheric issued forth into the cracks, drying and sealing the ship from the harsh vacuum in an instant.

The captain went wide-eyed as the Argonian dislodged his ship’s armor, and slammed his fist down on the armrest of his chair. He blinked three times in sequence, clearing his optical display of everything except for outstanding targets; and causing the display of three extra menus detailing fuel, armor status, and the like. He gritted his teeth and looked at the damage control. OH FUCK! The extent of the damage was much worse than it seemed from inside the bridge. He muttered the "“Maxim”" command into his mouthpiece, and then tacked on the words "“Artem-Artem-One-Three-Two”". The red emergency lighting blinked, and a rumbling sound filled the bridge; the heavy pressure door was closing! All over the ship, a combination of electric motors and hydraulic systems were forcing a total lockdown of the ship’s outer regions. (With the exception of Marines and COs, who could override ship-wide lockdowns on a door-to-door basis.)

KKT Archangelsk, Deck 11, Section L32, Junction L328

Alarms blared and embedded crimson emergency lighting engaged as the huge amount of energy coursing through the metaphorical veins of ship began the arduous process of diverting itself from the stripped external power grid and into the central grid of the vessel. From the remnant stubs that were the shield generators and guided missile silos, energy and particulate matter discharged in large gouts of crackling blue ether from the blackened shield generators, and clouds of flecked red dust from the thick, crimson stained nanoweave armor that lined the guided missile silos.

As the Sarach ate through the dense, mineral rich armor of the ship, they would meet blazing power conduits and packets of explosive armor buried between the layers of carbon and tritium. Small explosions that knocked clouds of hull fragment and living stone into space shook the inside of the ship as the human-sized Sarach met the explosive-reactive packets in the hull; the effect of binding with the minerals of the ship caused the dulled kinetic detonators to trigger as their fail-deadly pressure sensors were released from between sheets of metal and carbon.

In a computerized monotone voice that was a dull accompaniment to the blaring alarms, a single warning repeated itself: "“All crew, ship’s hull is breached. I repeat, ship’s hull is breached. Suffering heavy attack from unidentified alien life forms resistant to energy weapons; use of kinetic weapons are now permitted.”" A blast of static followed the sixteenth repetition of this warning over the ship’s intercom; and the message became more urgent. Combat drones were already gliding to meet the invaders moving inwards on the bowels of the ship.

The artificial intelligence that governed a large portion of the ship’s functioning had lost contact with the upper damage control sensors in a sudden barrage of kinetic energy; things were just going further and further downhill. "“Warning, all crew. Sensor contact has been lost with decks thirteen through fourteen, and deck fifteen is assumed lost. All crew, retreat to levels four to eight, and seal all bulkheads past exterior junctions seven on all levels. All marines report to internal choke points. I repeat all shipboard marines report to internal chokepoints.”" A squad of eight combat drones split off down a trisecting corridor, Fireteam-One taking the left and Fireteam-Two taking the right.

Meeting the Argons were the team of four combat drones, armed to the metaphorical teeth with powerful weapons. These drones glided across the floor, their long manipulator tendrils hanging from their triangular body with a single blazing orange optical sensor embedded in it. As the Sarachi moved into the hallway, several red dots illuminated sources of magical radiation from their body. The wireless communication systems of the group streamed with information: "“Target acquired. No visible heart located; magical radiation source detected. Engaging protocol L-775-Gamma-Gamma-Seven, all systems green. Shielding is engaged. Firing; shielding is activated.”" Behind them, the heavy pressure door, showing only its exterior layer of grey-black carbon Nanocell, glided to a close. "“Psssshhh.”"

At the speed of electricity, a stream of heavy molten iridium pellets from either side of the four drones, bearing down on the Sarachi as four converging streams of metal moving faster than the speed of sound. These streams of iridium pellets came in three-second bursts, the drones seeming to have a never-ending supply of the material. (In fact, the extra ammunition was stored in a sub-space pocket unique to each drones.) Between the three-second bursts, a matrix of emerald green panel shielding, transparent with opaque dispersion lines running grid-like through up, popped up around the drones, protecting them from attacks.

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"Missiles have no effect! Pull off and let's get our asses out of here. BRASK-3, watch out!" The pilot of fighter BRASK-1 pulled up and hit the afterburners, propelling the already fast craft even faster. Inside the cockpit, military-grede intertidal dampeners whined with the force of negating forces that would crush the pilot and electronics; a daunting task at this speed. Thane's liquid-metal fist flashed by the fighter, punching through the residual spread of ionized gas from the craft's plasma engine. (Harmless, but possibly useful to Thane!)

BRASK-3 wasn't so lucky. The electron beams, composed from his own fusion-warhead-tipped missiles, cut through the ship's hull like hot butter through a knife. The plasma/electron beams refracted off of the Iridium/Carbon-Nanocell plating that covered the underside of the fighter; but when they hit the softer substances that made up the nose tip, bolts, joints, and hinges that made the fighter variable geometry, shit hit the fan! Metal liquefied and charred under the beams of ionized plasma; spreading slowly at first, this liquid metal spalled inside the fighter, and made it's way towards the reactor. The cutting beams reached the nose cone... and a globule of molten metal flew back into the engines, smashing it's way through the pilot's torso in the process. A wave of inertia shot through the pilot's body, causing him to EXPLODE; blood and gore chunks splattered the transparent aluminum cockpit window, and shot out in a medley of molten electronics and flesh from the underside of the craft. Now, back to that piece of metal heading for a fusion reactor. The metal contacted with the reactor, breaking containment; there was silence. And the fighter exploded, a font of cyan-colored plasmid gasses, metals, and ultra-strong chunks of Iridium/Carbon-Nanocell matrix.

"Shit... Shit... Shit..." BRASK-1 hit down on the ansible drive, taking his fighter back to Sol-Alpha. There was a small burst of radiation, and he was gone... And the data gained from his flight would come to a very good use; for both the MiLiPSNAZ and the Navy.

Planet-side, Havok

"Shit, shit, shit!" Havok managed, pulling himself from the crumbling rubble of the stricken golem.
"You took a fall, Master Sergeant." Valentina offered quietly, Havok gave a bark of pain as he pulled his leg from the debris that had nearly claimed him moments ago. Thomas was nowhere to be seen.
"Yeah, it looks like I did." Havok cringed in pain as he rolled onto his back; glancing downwards to see the shattered Ballistic Plate that covered his shin, and the vicious red that dribbled from the gashed wound across his leg.
"Fuck." He grunted before raising himself up and standing. Havok sat on a now artificially created plateau, created from the death of another plateau.
"Master Sergeant, the Communication Net is going haywire. It's hell down there." Valentina offered, Havok was greeted with the distinct crack and report of firearms some meters down below.
"Shit. It's a firefight down there." Havok begrudgingly spat as he tilted sideways and against a small embankment, his vision clouded as his balance faded; his clad body beginning to slump and drag down the face.
"Master Sergeant, you need to get out of here." Valentina responded, her voice dim, even within his own head. Havok moved his hand across his wounded leg, gazing down to see the thick red material coating his fingers while his vision faded.


Planet-side, Lieutenant Strauss

"Will someone tell me how the fuck the Skarr are here?!" Strauss barked angrily, quickly throwing himself back into cover in the artificially created trench as yells of angered beasts and gunfire rang out. Bullets passed overhead as forces collided, the squad of soldiers caught in the crossfire, huddled within their small trench and firing on any that dare drew too close.
"We've got left!" A soldier yelled, quickly raising the MR-17 and sending a distinct burst into an oncoming Drone.
"Shit, let's hope the Skarr don't see us!" Another yelled bitterly. Strauss gave a barking order before sighting in on a Delian and a nearby Drone. The Delian sent a quick smash with it's handgun into the skull of the Drone, effectively breaking the carapace in one motion, the beast stumbled back, wounded. Cracks sounded as the Delian leveled the handgun with that of the Drones skull and put a group of rounds dead center into the brain of the thing. Strauss squeezed the trigger and sent the Delian to the ground holding his leg as the barrel of a CAR49 entered Strauss' vision.
"Hit those Delians!" Strauss commanded. The soldier, using the lip of the trench as a natural bipod for the CAR49, wrenched his hand around the stock of the weapon and nuzzled the chunky rifle into his shoulder. The simple squeeze of a trigger finished the wounded Delian as a torrent of rounds tore into it's body, spouts of blood spattered from the gaping wounds as the torso swung around from the force of the slugs; coming to a rest on the ground with a final twitching spasm as the life poured from the torn body.
"Keep the fire on 'em!" He yelled, motioning for the soldier to aim to a nearing group of Drones as the volume of fire began to rise from the small trench.

Scout fighter, orbit of former Anti-Pluto

The sensors of a VF-11, the older AWACS machine meant for standard communications and battle operations were overloaded as the swarm nearly overloaded the machine’s sensors. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of the horrible monsters appeared to overload space itself, as the specks faded into existence, revealing the horrible form, a fusion of a sort of heron and an insect like life form. “This can’t be right…” the man muttered, as he beamed the data to a command ship, which seemed to simply stop, the relative stop motion impossible in the constant motion of deep space.

Trantor Battleship Megaroad V

“We just got this on sensors, apparently some sort of STMC lite are overloading sensors, and are nearing the fleet. Commander, your decision?” The commanding officer thought for a moment, her thoughts flowing through the arms of the mile long mechanized fighting machine, as she said “Tell all ships to fire missiles and prepare to warp to Anti Earth, I will have to show them our power.

The Trantor fleet began to fire, atomic missiles, energy beam cannons, and railgun shots littered space, the first weapons lighting the routes through deep space with the light of thousands of ships’ output, rivaling the output of a small civilization, as the warriors prepared for their horrible choice.

Anti Earth Upper Atmosphere

“This can… Damnit, its EATING MY SHIP GREAT ECON” His cry was short as the small fighter was consumed, the external FAST pack consumed as he ejected into the void of space, heading to the planet’s surface. “So we will have to cover the ships, while the fleet lands… Let’s go for it…”

The super robot seemed to glow with a red light, as it fired a burst of energy from its single eye, blasting several of the mysterious invaders in one blow, as the fleet began the process of descending, while mecha began firing missiles at the ground, attempting to clear a landing point for the 4 cruisers. “Set Shields to max, make sure our point defense is up, we need to make it down there… or there won’t be a second chance at this mission…


Neptune B

“Diplomatic teams on our way, preparing to dock with vessels. I hope they like our tea and biscuts..” The rest of the staff members laughed as the shuttle flew near the single battleship Titania, landing in the ship’s docking bay with a simple gliding motion, the Variable fighters following the lead of the shuttles. The team disembarked, confirming the air was clean with a simple scan of a tricorder, as the marine team escorted a squad of young women and men, lead by one girl with clear rabbit like ears, which twitched at the slightest motion. “Hello, I am.. Charlotte Yeager, pleased to meet you crew of Titania!

Commander Dawick appeared in Xanus's office.

"Our visitors are here, sir. Shall I send them up?"

"Of course! I do have a bit of a bad feeling though...Keep all of the ship's weapons ready, just in case we end up with some unwelcome company. We can't risk getting ambushed in the middle of diplomatic negotiations."

"Yes sir."

"You are dismissed."

Dawick exited through the elevator, and the arriving diplomatic party arrived shortly after.

"Hello, people of the Grand Trade. I am Xanus, leader of the small planet Revolia. I must say, I do have my doubts of this engagement...Everyone seems to have enemies in this age. I have taken precautions against any sort of attack, so I feel our negotiations will not be interrupted."

He placed his hands together on the desk.

"Let's get to work."

Titan 20:02

Xelas was still in autopilot, but it was more than capable of combatting the newly-created moths by itself. A silvery dome formed around Gennosuke, the semi-liquid state of the dome would catch the butterflys and their viscious stingers as they thrusted. Gennosuke, now was nowhere to be seen within the chrome-dome that created a sphere, half through subterrenean terrain, half surface. The bullet whip from Tage showers the area of Gennosuke, piercing into the gelatinous sphere causing ripples of disruption across the entirety of the sphere. Moments later, what looked like empty shells would surface through the instantly-regenerated entrance wounds and clatter on the porous terra, as an unspoken means of revealing the futility of the cyborg dragon's ways.

As a precurser to what was to come, an explosion that caused a shockwave all along the surface of Titan was caused followed directly by a discharge of electricity around the surface of the bubble.

Anti-Mars 21:20

The gaping maw of dreadnaught passes through the atmosphere of A-mars and above, it shades Thane whatever becomes of the shapeshifter, however is lost in the view of ten thousand drones cluttering the image of the gigantic space-whale. The drones are able to survive in the vacuum and use insectoid wings to push them along, a few of the cluster latches onto the space station tearing a hole through the hull causing parts of the station to go into emergency lockdown. Therein is a man a dying man, and one of the only life-forms that Avatar Dreadnaught could sense within the station. The Drones skitter through the hallways and twisting corridors of the orbitting platform before they manage through ventilation and tear through safe-locks. Emergency protocols seal the opening in the space station just as the small troupe of creatures enter the room where the solitary lifeform lay dying.

The seven foot head-lice panned the area in sync before they laid vision upon the dying Isaac Butcher, with a high frequency screech the Drones scuttle over to the man that lay in wait for his own death. Was it that the creatures wished to grant him this by pincer and claw? Or was there some other motive to their random assault on a virtually desolate area and space station. Truly, no sane man would stay to find the answer of that question. The drones clamber over to Isaac Butcher, with very much the intent to pinning him by the arms and legs to the cold flooring of the station.
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A cluster of drones mutate outside of Dreadnaught, and the space station, carapace cracks as a long, stringy, muscular tail is formed and muscle as well as carapace melts onto their puny insectoid wings, as they shake off mass the Drones have now mutated into Wraiths, and they are soon accompanied by a group of Devastators all en route to Singar's ship. Where unbeknownst to them there is far too much anarchy to properly notice the squadron of creatures that will soon encroach just over the hull.

Anti-Earth 21:28
Location: The Sahara

Agron came tumbling down atop of TerraCrusher, just as a green aura began to circulate the outer shell of the creature, luckily all the foot soliders such as havok and balvice were within safe distance, there were quite a few techs and Val'gara whom were not as fortunate to escape the avalanche, TerraCrusher, was not one of them. The tip of the creatures gigantic shell pierced through the tip of the rubble and then a blast of vivid green sent debris flying away from the gigantic tortoises position. There was a loud roar just as a foot stepped atop what was created by the surfacing reptile. This vivid green aura was definitely bio-force, and even though TerraCrusher was not in right mind, it could still process enough to create a protective aura around it's skeleton.

The response is bad, TerraCrusher generates quite a bit of positive bioforce, and like a bulldozer coming from every direction, it begins to create a gigantic hole in the battlefield, crushing not only numerous amounts of Drones, Wraiths, and Demolishers, but bioforce was capable of effecting the ethereal aside from the coporeal. Whether TerraCrusher willed it or not, it was attacking the essence within the post rock-avalanche as well as pushing what of the rubble was left away to clear path, not quite reaching wherever Havok or Thomas were.

Back at Titan, just a few moments later.

The sphere seems to be almost impervious to most of the conventional attacks that have been thrown at it, and simply dispels the attacks with relative ease. Something wicked comes this way. Gennosuke, within his sphere, himself cannot sense it, and even Xelas, itself cannot sense it. There is only one way that the flock is sensed, that ravenous flock that eats planets in it's pathway, the way it is sensed is a residual effect left by schrodinger, it is faint and difficult to come in contact with, however Xelas is able to detect this far away source by a similar means that the former god-complex did. It came to xelas' processors as a simple numerical quantity that completely lagged the artificial intelligence protocol it was so numerous.

The sphere compresses around Gennosuke's body and takes the appearance of an armor, chromatic shoulder pads form around his shoulders and upper arms and at the forearms flexible gauntlets are forged of Xelas' own substance. Guarding is placed around his shins and up to his knees, a breastplate is formed just along his chest as it soon appropriates his entire figure. Gennosuke's vision is similiarly merged with the sensing ability Xelas gleaned and now he knows what is coming, and as a result of it he is terrified of it out of sheer human emotion and trepidation.

Gennosuke has stopped fighting, and his view is casted towards the end of the solar system, his body is frozen, not from the sub-zero temperatures but from what will soon traverse the horizon.

Orbiting Anti-Mars

Upon hearing the clatter coming from the hull of the ship, Isaac's muscles tensed, yet thought nothing of it; the ship was most likely losing air at such an alarming rate that the ship was slowly imploding. There was nothing to worry about, for he was going to die in... 19 minutes, regardless of how he should die. Yet, he could now distinctly hear that the pitter-patter was drawing closer and closer, and far too quickly for it to be the ship. Something was here; there was no doubt in Isaac's mind. Could it be his savors? Slave traders looking for unfortunate survivors? Regardless of who it was, there was little use in moving his body, as Isaac had twisted one of his ankles during the aftermath of the chaos. He simply would not move fast enough to escape, or so he thought.

As the sounds grew synchronized and louder, Isaac, his heart pounding profusely, could tell that his fate was now in the hands of whatever should be coming towards him. Despite this knowledge, he grew reluctant as he saw the horror which controlled his very life. Insect like creatures with terrible pincers and claws stepped forth from the shadows, approaching with quick, little steps of repugnant feet. With a piercingly loud shriek the monstrosities came a scuttling, there intent unknown, though Isaac could come up with a few.

Isaac thrust his body back, though is unable to move quickly at all. Using the remaining force in his body, Isaac is able to back himself up against the control panel 15 feet from his starting position. He swiped the revolvers from their twin holsters and positioned them in as far as his arms could reach. He had used this stance countless times before in his life, yet none with such a dire intent of survival. His anxiety and fear showed through in his face, as his mouth was construed a twitching, fearful gap, and his eyes shined with a glimmer of dread. Despite his fright, Isaac cocked both guns simultaneously, and prepared for the last fight before his death. 15 minutes. 16 shots.

Anti-Mars, aboard the space station

Isaacs quickdraw was suprisingly fact despite how bad he looked previous. He scrambles backwards, leaning up against a console while the insects pried the airlocked door open, emergency protocol ran and had shut the opening on the ship so that they weren't all sucked into the spaceous vacuum that is outside, but the drones would not leave without their prize. His quivering hand trained upon the creatures, but within about a minute's time more drones filed in the room, all making their ascent towards Isaac. Each one of their steps was a heavy skuttle. Then they struck, a quick blur was all it was, and the drones moved to flank Isaac, then disarm and pin him to the console. Had it been successful, there was another drone mid-floor that would file through the crowd, then release a worm like creature that is deeply burrowed within it's gullet, known as an ear-tech.

Had Isaac been unfortunate (or maybe fortunate) enough to encounter this creature, he would then find that the monster would attempt proceeding through his oral cavity, down his esophagus and dissolve within his stomach where it would soon after enter his bloodstream - as such he would be infected with the Val'gara virus. Had this attempt not been successful, surely the horde of drones would become slightly perturbed and taken much more aggressive maneuvars to subdue him.

Anti-Titan

Just as soon as Gennosukes unease settles he is covered by the flock his vision is clouded, and just then he perceives the impressive blast that is fired by Autun - and exploits it. Moving into the opening Gennosuke's body is a blur in flight as innumerable creatures fill the gap, he is frantic, his adrenaline surges. Xelas awakens. Gennosukes armor explodes, just as he holds his hands facing each other, cupping and incubating a small light which quickly grows to cover his hands. It inflates at an exponential weight, and it is seen that Gennosuke mediates it with some trouble, mixing kis and chakras together to create a very volatile substance. A brilliant golden energy is filled with blue whorls swirling within it just before it transforms to a dull gray.

Lets hope this does something...

He thinks just as Xelas boost the power of this orb, creating a massive sphere that hovers above Gennosuke's outstretched arms. Instead of throwing this massive orb at any particular target, he spreads his arms violently, causing the ticking energy bomb to explode. And my what an explosion it was, Xelas protects him from the blast, and he becomes little more than a dim silhouette outlined by the vibrant rays of energy and chaos which wreak havoc upon countless enemies that had swarmed his body previously. He knew this many creatures couldn't be all killed, but he hoped to dissuade them with what was probably little more than pin-pricks on a blue whale.

Might Edit In Some Fleet Maneuver; enjoy the Anti-Titan assault now.

Mystic Elimination Forces of the Red Technate, 3rd Brigade

“Move it! We’ve got alien hostiles on the horizon, and no more time to wait! Move! Get planetside soon as you can!” The voice of the lead helmsman was carried to the lower staging decks aboard all three ships, where it carried through the brushed duranium halls and knocked the MiLiSPNAZ commandos into a frenzy of hasty preparation.

Pods erupted from the lower sections of all three ships over anti-titan, exiting from their bays in a wave of explosive bolts engaging. They traced webs of fiery orange rocket exhaust and smoke through the dense atmosphere of Anti-Titan, turning the sky around the uncloaked ships into metaphorical ribcages of orange light.

The shower of pods entered the atmosphere, tracing highly visible contrails across the sky.

Dozens of MiLiSPNAZ commandoes exited from their pods, entering onto a battlefield obscured by a wave of silvery wings and beaks. The bird-creatures dispersed, leaving large splotches of stripped bare ground around the pods.

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In the thick atmosphere of Anti-Titan, particle beams turned the abundant nitrogen into plasmids. Streaks of white-orange substance accompanied every shot of the heavy particle cannons lugged by the Master Sergeant of the squad, leaving hot trails of ionizing gas that continued to burn the bird-things assaulting the commandos. The beams burned through the silvery wave of flesh, dropping layers of bird-creatures as the dead ones fell onto their brethren, dragging them downwards to the earth, which in turn dragged down the creatures below the living ones, and so on. This cascade only hindered the bird-creatures monetarily; they were back up and fluttering from the silvery dog-pile in an instant.

Ivan, the ubiquitously named scout, thrust his ultrasonically-vibrating titanium arm-blade into the abdomen of the bird-creature, which nearly exploded from the force, vividly showering yellow blood from the molecularly degrading wound. Ten more of the damn things came at him from another angle, stingers bared; he whirled around and brought his arm-blade slashing across ones, dropping each one in a lightening-quick ‘V’ shaped slash. They flew backwards from the force of his blow, slamming into more of the bird-creatures and causing the same cascade effect.

But in the instant he killed ten of them; fifty more of the creatures came swarming in from all angles. The success of the commandos was only momentary. They were fighting against a wave of flesh, something that arm blades and particle cannons could only stall for the moment. Ivan whirled around, mentally activating his second arm blade and bringing it to bear across the new swarm of bird-creatures. This slash cut through half the swarm, and managed to slice the wings off of one creature. The rest swarmed in around him, using his momentary lag to strike.

‘KA-BOOM’

The squad gunner, carrying a LS-72 Rocket-Propelled-Grenade launcher, was taking potshots into the silvery wave. Plasma shells hit the wave, exploding in showers of superheated Cyan gas. The 30,000 centigrade temperature plasma turned the amorphous metal skin of the bird-creatures into nothing more than slag, causing the entire wave to flutter backwards under the brunt of their molten comrades exploding in the contrast between dense, frozen atmosphere, and the sheer heat of the plasma.

But still, the wave of creatures kept on coming. The commandoes did their best to fend off the creatures, killing thousands in massive swathes across the battlefield without effort. But it was barely a scratch to the infinitely more numerous enemy.

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Multiply the effect of these commandoes by several hundred, and you see the indescribable extent of the damage they caused.