Succeeding the advent of the space age and the green initiative, New Terra’s population fell as the average birthrate and life expectancy of its populace soared. This seemingly paradoxical scenario is resolved quite elegantly when one considers the enormous exodus of humans from their planet to the extremities of the galaxy. Decreased population density and increased urbanization resulted in vast, unpolluted countryside and enormous metropolitan zones existing together in relative harmony. So, in a way, the green initiate was a success. After all, carbon emissions were down, along with the harmful residue of other greenhouse gasses and dangerous aerosols.

That does not mean humans abandoned their history of thoughtless squandering; no, they merely relocated the landfills and cesspools to the domain of the night sky. All manner of junk was sent to hover just beyond the atmosphere, creating a mantle of plastic and metalloids that, overtime, would disintegrate upon re-entry. No more were satellites the lone sojourners of the night, or the ISS—long since retired to a museum—for that matter. Now they trek like the electrons of an atom around a nucleus in the company of refuse: a problem that became so serious, safety channels (also described as windows) had to be established for ships attempting to exit or enter the atmosphere, lest they encounter the unfortunate incident of colliding with a bit of garbage. And without specific knowledge of these channels or even a bit of careless unawareness to the dangers, one could easily end up in such a sticky situation.

Such is the unfortunate fate of the Gaël’s Prophet and the newly-formed mecha piloted by the Magical Shojou. A large, wayward crate nigh-bursting with medical waste ranging from adult diapers to dialysis kits drifts between them, assuming drift is an adequate term to describe an object orbiting a planet at the incredible, albeit entirely typical, speed 7.56 kilometers per-second. The carrier-sized collection of refuse smashes into the two mercilessly, one of the Prophet’s blades becoming difficultly lodged in its side while the Soujou’s mecha is sent spiraling wildly back toward New Terra.

Jamie Henderson had been a young boy with a fondness for the stars. He had always wanted to venture away from Terra and into the vast darkness of space, where he could enjoy adventure and excitement from the pilot’s seat in a spaceship. Whenever his parents would allow him, both low-wage blue collar workers, he would wear the jumpsuit his grandmother had made for him on his fifth birthday. Little did Jamie know that his parents were, in fact, saving money to eventually be able to give their son the education he would need to achieve his dreams.

It was on his sixth birthday that Jamie was especially celebratory, as his grandmother had taken his jumpsuit away a week before to “clean it.” Jamie was a smart young man and knew that this was going to be his newest present. In school, he could hardly contain himself. He spent most of his day pondering what would be done to his jumpsuit. It was made of rough, green-dyed denim and he couldn’t fathom how it could be made any better than it already was.

When he came home to find his granny holding it out to him, he was overjoyed. On the breast of the jumpsuit it read very clearly, “Jamie Henderson, Ace Fighter.” The yellow letters meant the world to him. He didn’t even notice the array of other small trinkets he had been given for the day. No, Jamie spent the rest of the evening pretending he was an ace fighter pilot defending Terra’s independence from evil, foreign invaders.

His vivid imagination could picture it all. One ship down by the laser cannons mounted on his XR-930 Dogfighter. Moments later he fired the swarmer missiles, which spread out and brought down another three enemies. When his father joined in on his play, he suddenly had a co-pilot, and together they took down another dozen ships before Jamie had to go to bed. Though, Jamie was so exhausted from the ordeal he didn’t even make it to his bedroom and had to be carried up the stairs by his parents.

It was half a year later that Jamie learned his parents and him were going to move away, and he was quite frustrated when they explained to him that they needed to pack his spaceship away. Jamie and his mother had spent hours and hours when he was five perfectly emulating a XR-930 spaceship with plywood. Well, it wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough. Grudgingly, Jamie had allowed them to pack away the ship, and instead ventured outside.

Living in the city meant that most of his time outside was spent wandering the streets. He would pretend he had crash landed on Terra and was now using his service pistol to blast holes through the chests of enemy soldiers. It wasn’t as fun as piloting the spaceship, but it was something to do. He even had a plastic replica that made convincing noise. Some of the children that had wealthy parents had ones that would even shoot a bolt of light like real laser pistols, albeit one that didn't hurt, but they were far too expensive for Jamie’s parents.

It was when he rounded an alleyway, firing after intruders, that he found his friend Mikey. Mikey was a year older, but the two were like brothers. Mikey wanted to be a pilot too, and one day the two of them would fly in the same ship. The two at first exchanged no words, acting as if they were in a standoff. Mikey whipped his own replica pistol up, but as always, Jamie got the first shot. Mikey grumbled for a while without saying anything, his replica pistol actually firing a bolt of light, but it had missed Jamie by a at least a foot.

As the two of them began conversing, Jamie was convinced by Mikey to head to one of the darker portions of the city. Jamie was at first apprehensive; his parents told him to never, ever go to where Mikey wanted to go. Yet Mikey promised him that he had found something very, very interesting. The tiny push Jamie needed was given when Mikey explained it was an old, beaten down XR-930 spaceship in a scrap yard. They didn’t bother walking. They ran.

Through the city streets they raced, eventually pretending they were running from the invaders, fleeing to the last safe base. They didn’t even stop to think as they clambered over the fence of the scrap yard, falling down to the other side. After a little searching, Mikey displayed it, the spaceship. Jamie didn’t even need to look twice. It was an XR-930. There was no doubt in his mind. One of its wings was sheared off and its body armour had extensive damage, probably the reason it was being scrapped, but its cockpit was perfect. And it was open.

It was an hour in that Mikey had to go home. It was dinner time. Yet, because Jamie was moving, there wasn’t going to be a dinner for the night and he decided he would stay for an extra hour. The joystick, panels, throttle and everything were so perfect. He was moving far, far away and it would be his last chance to actually be in an XR-930. Yet just as Mikey had left, Jamie felt something hit his head hard, and his vision went black.

Over the next five days, Jamie underwent unspeakable horrors. The owner of the junkyard was a deviant in many ways, as members of the community knew well enough, and Jamie was an opportunity for him to exercise his “creative” edge. Jamie could do nothing. The man was two decades older than him and kept him gagged and bound so that no one would hear him screaming. The only thing that comforted the young boy was the belief that eventually his parents would find him and the man who was hurting him would be taken away.

On the last day, Jamie never woke up again. He had died due to blood loss, and the owner of the scrap yard did the only thing he could. He buried him in the trash and sent it away, giving the boy the dignity of at least redressing him in his jumpsuit before sending him off. Jamie was never found by the authorities and the scrap yard owner had perhaps committed the perfect crime. No one noticed as the boy, along with the rest of the waste produced by mankind, was jettisoned up into orbit.

There Jamie drifted for twenty long years, eternally preserved by the freezing temperatures of space, his eyes ever open, ever gazing on the stars. Ships passed around him, never noticing him amongst the thousands of other pieces of debris. Then, it happened. The world around Jamie exploded in action and commotion. The frozen eyes viewed it all. It was war, and someone was invading Terra. Had Jamie been alive, he would’ve been fighting in a dogfighter. Perhaps not an outdated XR-930, but he would be in a ship defending his home.

Then a stray missile hit the debris field behind Jamie and exploded. The explosion completely destroyed many of the debris behind Jamie, most of which were bovine from a mad cow scare from thirty years in the past, yet he was at a perfect distance to be propelled forward and out into the depths of space without being damaged. Forward he moved, slightly rotating, but at an astronomically high velocity, followed closely by the limbs of cattle. Then, by fate, another small explosion threw him and his fellow debris straight towards the battle.

Jamie was the first piece of debris to hit. Going at over 14.42 km/s, the corpse of the young, Caucasian boy smashed into the cockpit of an XR-960 Terran fighter, instantly killing the pilot. Three other fighters were assailed by the flying parts of bovine, the blood of which caused two fighters to collide, resulting in a massive explosion that reinvigorated Jamie’s movement. Slightly mangled, Jamie proceeded to fly across open space and rather unceremoniously shear off the wing of a dogfighter from the fleet of the Crimson Knights, disabling its weapons. The corpse was rocketing so quickly and was so hardened by its time in space that it barely seemed to notice the impact with the second craft.

Separated from the debris field of cow parts, Jamie was now heading on a collision course for one of the larger ships of the opposing fleet. His body chipped away at from the force of hitting the cockpit of the XR-960, Jamie was only capable of viewing this from his one remaining eye. At first he was too low, but then the large craft began to take evasive action due to an attack from a nearby Terran fighter. At first it seemed he would hit the hull, but no, another nearby explosion altered his course.

From the deck of the battle cruiser, it was understandably difficult to pick out a frozen boy going at Mach 30 from the luminescent planet before you. And thus it was impossible to tell what hit the ship, and only Jamie was witness to the true carnage he caused. In nanoseconds, Jamie burst through into the command deck and with an awkward sort of grace found his way straight into the chest of the ship’s commander. As the two of them flew backwards, oxygen from the chamber began to escape into space. Yet Jamie and the captain had other plans. Bursting through various portions of the ship, Jamie managed to cause massive damage with his frozen body to the ship’s central control systems, simultaneously shearing apart the captain into little more than a bloody pile.

By the time Jamie became embedded in the ship he was little more than a torso and head driven into one of the walls. He still had one eye and could still see the massive trail of destruction he caused. Perhaps if Jamie still had life, he would smile.

It would be undocumented, yet Jamie Henderson would be the youngest man in history to ever destroy a battle cruiser. He would also be the first man to do so without using any sort of weapon and, additionally, without being alive in any sense. And perhaps it was a fitting burial for the young boy, as if crew members on the ship weren’t occupying themselves with attempts to stabilize their vessel, an attempt that was doomed to fail, they would notice the yellow lettering on his jumpsuit declaring, “Jamie Henderson, Ace Fighter.”

Just prior to the Dark Realm ensnaring the 9th Fleet, the attacks launched by the Trantor Forces tore through space fiercely. With their defenses at the ready to stave off the assault, their attention was abruptly stolen as the entire S-Zone was wrapped in the sub-plane generated by Agron just before his body was blown apart by the sheer kinetic energy of the Creation Cannons. The Imperial Warships having been trapped within an odd sort of dimensional prison, the floating debris, along with the drifting corpse of Jamie were instead caught in the Trantor’s guns, no doubt outright decimating them.

“What the hell just happened?” Aeon blinked at the monitors which were now displaying their new surroundings.
“Hmm… Kinda like something out of a horror flick, isn’t it.” Admiral Brigtide continued to scratch his husky beard in amusement. Seemed like everyday he got to see something new. Being in the Aesirian Navy never had a dull moment, that was for sure.
“The Fleet has been moved into a sub-plane on the Material spectrum” one of the navigational operators announced.
“HUH!? But the S-Zone Generators are engaged aren’t they?????”
“S-Zone Generators are all functioning properly. S-Zone Field is still in effect outside. The new dimensional coding has be detected around the S-Zone.”
“Shit…”
“Well, that would make sense. The techies back at Ashrum prolly didn’t count on that ever happening.”
“Prepare all ships to disengage the S-Zone and ready for a Mass Transfer.”
“Ma’am, movement has been detected outside.”
“Hmm? Main screen.” Aeon’s expression was that of surprise when they saw the various creatures coming out of the Dark Realm.
“They must be indigenous to this plane. Run an analysis on them.”
“Yes sir.”
“The Unknown Targets have entered within firing range of the Frigates.”
“Proceed to disengage the S-Zone and ready for Mass Transfer so we can get the hell out of here. In the meantime, keep those things away from the fleet.”
“Yes ma’am.” With that, the Frigates began to unleash holy hell upon the Dragons and other various things creeping out of the woodwork, so to speak. Micro-Missiles, releasing a number of smaller warheads were launched in all directions around the Imperial Warships, as a barrage of Linear Rounds and Laser Beams filled the space outside of the S-Zone. The more larger vessels merely waited on standby, making preparations for an emergency Mass Transfer. The Orbital Defense Platforms would be the first to wipe out any enemy that somehow managed to break through the defensive perimeter being held by the Frigates, which had been especially designed to fight off smaller hostiles such as these Dark Realm beings.
“Adjustments have been made to Mass Transfer System. Separation of the sub-plane coding from the base coding is complete. All ships, disengaging S-Zone Generators…” The strange spatial anomaly which had been surrounding the 9th Fleet abruptly decreased in size and vanished.
“Dimensional Coordinates confirmed. Engaging Mass Transfer System.”

With that, the Dark Realm’s coding was split off from that of the warships, as a burst of brilliant blue light erupted from the Sparta, encompassing the entire fleet. In mere seconds, the ships no longer registered as apart of this strange place, as simultaneously, the same blue radiance manifested back in the orbit around New Terra. It was just as before when the Imperial Forces first arrived in this universe, emerging from the flash of light, now positioned further away from the Xelas, still directly facing the mysterious ship. Only now they were off to the side of the Trantor warships, which had been originally aimed right at them.

“Mass Transfer Complete. Re-establishing S-Zone Field.” Immediately after returning, the strange spatial anomaly came back as the field instantly expanded to cover the ships.
“ALRIGHT! Now that we’re back… What say we put an end to this?”
“I agree. Target the Xelas and fire the D-Phase Torpedoes and Plasma Cannons.”
“Yes sir. FCS now calculating target’s distance and size… Target acquired.”
“FIRE!”

The Dreadnoughts and Battle-Cruisers sprang into action, launching their D-Phase Torpedoes which slipped through time-space after they were clear of the S-Zone, designed to re-enter the dimension literally inside the Xelas to deal direct internal damages, while an apparent storm of plasma bolts resembled a wall of death and bright green lights headed right for the starship.

“Get our Ground Forces ready to launch as well. Have all Crimson Knights and Imperial Soldiers onboard proceed to the hangar blocks for departure. Also, ready to sortie our Corsairs and FAFNIRs…along with the Phantasma.”
“Yes sir.” The announcement was made throughout all the ships in the fleet, getting Rika’s attention who was still clinging to Enoichi.
“I guess we better head for the docks then, right?” the young girl asked her foxy cohort and their new friend standing there with them.

OOC: Dono, feel free to control Rika a little bit to move things along. Also, Fractal. You couldn’t have attacked any CK units in space, since we didn’t have any deployed yet. The FAFNIR Squad that went out to scan Ryand’s V-Fighter escorted him back inside. That, on top of just assuming we wouldn’t have been able to detect or do anything to prevent your corpse from hitting into us, would be considered God Moding. As I stated in the PM sent to you, I was giving you the chance to fix this, but you decided not to, so I’ve chosen to handle it myself since you refused said offer.

Though for the record, it was actually a pretty good read. Technically speaking, it wouldn't have been as good had you broken it down into two posts, so I chose to just handle it this way rather than pushing for you to make edits, since that way others may also enjoy reading it.

The ship rocked as the minute particles hit the hull, at least the shields had done their job and agron had as well. What was left of the creation cannon caused minimal damage to the hull of the Xelas (even had it passed by agron, alucroas's electromagnetic field in conjunction with Gennosuke's temporal field would be enough to stop the blast, though not without damage,) the ships auto-repair function would engage as Gennosuke upped the reach of the temporal field by 60%. The the ships vanished, somehow escaping the onslaught of familiars after them.

"Schrodinger, lock on to their position." Magnus barked.
"Way ahead of you." Schrodinger said as their coordinates appeared on screen. "Their weapon systems are rearmed and they are reinitiating contact."
"Prepare the stasis fields and activate the ionic aura." Magnus said.
"They phased.." Schrodinger stated in reference to the torpedos. "but I believe I can still trace them, plotting interdimensional trajectory and placing stasis field before impact."
"Then it seems that the Fourth Circle will have to be activated.." Stated Magnus with much chagrin.. A disgusting blight covered the pristine floor within the main hall of the ship, away from the command deck where they were located. From it a statue was pulled of the demon, Plutus. "The need for this summon will become very obvious within time." Stated Magnus as the gravitational field was activated from the new summon.

The Xelas reacted in cooperation with Magnus's trichotomy of power to open an interdimension rift allowing them access to the phasing torpedos. The stasis field was then placed amongst them, courtesy of schrodinger, rendering them nearly harmless. In conjuction with the stasis field the statue's gravitational field was directed towards the missiles and was actually pulled through the dimensional rift allowed free passage within the ship, once they passed through the dimensional rift they were limited to being a little more than a dud. Soon enough they, too, would be pulled towards the hull of the xelas and into the docking bays. Where, just as the energies from the creation cannon they would be studied extensively by the ship, itself.

"Sir," Said Schrodinger "We still have the plasma bolts coming,"
"Fire the ion cannons, heavy turbolasers, and assault concussive missles as our response." Said magnus.

The Xelas matched the trajectory of the lasers and turrets went a-flaring as space was lit up by the red beams sent by the turbolasers which were constantly firing and the ion cannons rays coalesced into one, constantly firing beam that splayed across the warzone, of course this wouldn't completely annihilate all of them, but what did pass by would simply hit the deceleration field and slow to a near stand-still, at that point moving slow enough for the field alucroas had created to properly drain the plasma bolts of their energy, or break them down into nearly nothing, whichever would be best suited.

Their response for retribution was swift as an entire fleets-worth of assault concussive missles were fired off towards the flagship with enough power behind the blasts to take out a few lunar bodies, such as the moon they had earlier broken out of.

Meanwhile Magnus viewed calamity that began to ensue upon the ground-floor. "It seems that I may have to establish a proxy upon the ground to combat.."

He looked to Schrodinger, "Find a good spot for me to create my avatar, I will take care of the rest.."

OOC: Eh, Using weapons with multi Terratonbs of power? Well then, I;ll have to compensate with the power of simple logic Edit, left some crap around, deleted.



"Look sir, Drones, Hundreds of them have been scanned, and some sort of starfighter group has just dropped out of hyperspace! They have at least... 6 units, and custom mecha!" Tranius simply sighed, as he looked at his own tactical command viewer. "All units with bits, Missile swarming pods, Striker Packs, and three supers, intercept the drones. Starfuries, and vipers, weapons are free, take down those starfighters, and someone get me the status of the Granzon. I need to know how long do I have to deal with these Culture weapons..." Tranius thought to himself on the energy levels of the massive cannons. "They are small universes, so its a zero point effect, but, if we go transwarp..." He then gave the order to activate the Warp subsystems, the massive ship releasing the las of its reinforcements, 10 massive Mobile armors, and two unusually large sized starfighters, before it started to fade in and out of existence, its fluxating drive engines giving it the appearance of a glittering star.

The Starfury is a marvel of space technology, the uniquely designed purely space fighter capable of tracking targets in three hundred and sixty degree due to its AMBAC system. It enables it to have every direction around the fighter's weapons as a possible attack vector. The older Mk 4 and MK 8 vipers were standard single engine starfighters, equipped with a non networked computer system to prevent jamming and hacking attempts. With their Psyker Protectors, they are resistant to mind and spiritual based weapons.

The Newtype mechs were quite varied, most of them various prototype Genphest and Huckiben forces. Their anti drone weapons, mentally and laser controlled bits, fin funnels, and oversized remote weapons such as saws, energy projectors were a fairly ragtag team for the ships first wave. In squadrons nearby, variable fighters, armed to the teeth with extra missile pods, range extending Striker Packs, and already transformed Destroids scattered, each group of three or so mechs taking aim at a drone. Missiles streamed through the very darkness of space, their seekers homing in on the drones massive presences. It seemed a scene almost from the latest science fiction movie.

"All wings report in.." "Red group Ten standing By, ""Variable Group, Ready," "Team Getter Ready to kick ass!" "Richards Division, Our blades are ready" "Gundam Team, Waiting for orders," "Lock all transformations in attack positions,! and stay sharp. Groups One through 3, you are with me, we are going to break out and attack their fighters, the rest of you stay here and guard the fleet!. Command out!" The chatter of the fighter groups was quick, mostly seech before the groups went on their attack runs, the Mobile suits and Fighters heading into combat at last, ?Beam Sabers, Shields, and rifles fired, as 101mm guns from the starfuries rained down on the the other fighters, the space becoming a wicked game of cat and mouse. The Variable Fighters did not help, their missile swarms heading towards the other mechs like a wandering cloud in the wind.The heavier mechs waited around the ships, their job covering for gaps between AA firing bursts.

"Captain, the fleet is gone, and it seems like the Dark Zone is on sensors.." "Damnit, so this what Ryand meant on the power of the Dark Zone," Tranus muttered, as he looked around , the massive battle ship not scanning anything. About an hour later, the ships re appeared, directly on their port side. "BROADSIDES, BROADSIDES, NO MERCY!" Tranius shouted, the order to fire, as he continued, "Then, Rotate around our longitudinal axis, and give them another broadside. Group 4, break off, and attack them from the lower Z axis, Group 4, Break off, and give us forward cover. Break off the the Sphere, switch to squad and zone formation. Each ship gets a group, I repeat, each ship gets a group."

It appeared that the massive battleships were forming attack subgroups, each ship firing volleys from their forward and ventral axises as they rotated and turned in space, like an orchestra of the gods. It was beautiful, as fighters, drones and unlucky fighter pilots were caught in the beams, but their power on the enemy ships were yet to be determined.

Hayate-sama! We have to launch, and the Granzon's ready!" The small chibi woman floated around her Master, her bright blue eyes filled with happiness. "So, we get to launch, now?" Hayate thought, the Granzon slightly moving as technications ran away from its launch pad. "Set up... Tome of Darkness!" As she chanted the simple transformation spell, she was covered in a black wrapper, the magic forming into a black, skin tight flight suit. She walked into the cockpit of the Granzon mecha, its dark blue color masking its sheer power. As Reinforce, the chibi sized Avatar of the Tome of Darkness took her place in the upper cockpit, Hayate smiled. "Cockpit seal. Black Hole Drive, Gravity Matrix Online.. Magi-Tech engine.." LAUNCH!" She shouted, the Granzon flying away from the massive MAC Cannon station. She then placed out the mech's hands, the black Hole matrix locking onto the swarms of drones. "I'm locking onto the targets, Hayate Sama" Reinforce brightly said, her console appearing to be a matrix of lock on reticules. "Fire!" Hayate said, Reinforce triggering a wave of red lances from the upper arms of the Granzon. Piloted mechs could aviod this assault with deft flying, but slowesr, less agile machines would be hit by the beams that seemed to have minds of their own.

(OOC: Continued from here. Read through it if you like. Ryand already knows what happened though.)

The so-called 'White Wraith', as it was officially known by the Aesir Empire, appeared without warning from a swirling mass of hazy blue energy. Its enormous humanoid form floated unnoticed and in total silence for some time, with intense eyes of crimson glaring menacingly towards the orbital battle that raged several kilometers away from his position.

Within the surprisingly sparse and roomy cockpit of the Experimental U-TIC Super-Robot, the crimson haired sleeper agent, Axel Almer, sat relaxed and at ease. His expression was slightly sour though, as if he had just eaten something that was spoiled. Clearly, this entire debacle was beginning to wear down his patience...not that he was known for having much of that to spare.

His panoramic monitors displayed all sorts of information for his perusal; from images of the current conflict, to detailed technical specifications of various Trantor machines. Of particular interest was the fact that they seemed to be employing a number of designs that were quite familiar to him. Apparently, this universe shared many similarities with his own. Though, there were obviously many key differences. The outward appearances of the units were actually where the vast majority of the similarities ended, which wasn't really all that surprising. After all, these people didn't have access to the Grand Inquisitor's resources.

His deep red eyes examined the screen directly ahead with no small amount of scrutiny. The monitor displayed the design specifications for U-TIC's Granzon (which was actually one of Killiak's personal units), and the Trantor version of the machine. As expected, while the two machines looked nearly identical on the outside...the inner workings were actually quite different.

Scoffing slightly, he turned his head to the right so as to observe the battle, which continued unabated.

Axel: "Tch. This isn't any of my damn business, but I suppose I ought to intervene...if only to keep up appearances." With a quick nod of his head, all of the screens displaying technical specs blipped out of existence, save for that of the Granzon, which was sort of minimized, and moved somewhat aside. All screens now displayed a fully panoramic view of his own surroundings. His face then contorted into a vaguely familiar sneer as he stood up, while his chair sunk down and vanished into the floor of the cockpit. "Heh, well then...let's see how you stack up to him."

To the common observer, Axel's Soulgain, while massive and fearsome as hell, appeared to be pretty much entirely unarmed. This was both true and false. Indeed, the Soulgain was not actually outfitted with any fixed armaments...however, that was simply because it had no need for such toys. The Soulgain itself was a colossal weapon. It was the epitome of a close-combat melee fighter, possessed of unreal power, seemingly endless endurance, and shocking speed and agility considering its decidedly large size.

Before he made the decision to come out for this little engagement, Axel had downloaded the database that had been retrieved from the defeated Trantor Forces at Veliore II. He had also retrieved the severed arm from the Mass-Produced Grungust that he had personally dismantled. Said arm was currently being grasped tightly in the right hand of the Soulgain.

{Theme of the Scene: "The Dark Knight"}

His cue to enter the fray was the emergence of the Trantor Granzon. A split-second prior to the launch of the Granzon, Axel fired Soulgain's thrusters, which immediately propelled the comparatively gigantic machine forward at speeds approaching Mach 2, which was hardly more than the tip of the iceberg for him.

Within seconds, Soulgain blazed a bright blue trail through the front lines, appearing quite suddenly from the rear ranks of the 9th fleet. The sheer speed at which the White Wraith moved was truly astounding, to the point that one might be led to believe that it was being piloted via remote, or by some manner of AI. After all...no normal person could handle that kind of stress, right?

Well, yeah, of course. It would be absurd to expect an average schmuck to be able to withstand the strain of moving around at such high speeds. Fortunately though, Axel was far from average. And the pilot of Trantor's Granzon was about to find out just how far removed the U-TIC agent was from the realm of normalcy.

He deftly avoided the stray attacks that haphazardly came his way. None of them were being intentionally aimed at him just yet anyways, so the effort expended in evading them was minimal. Once he arrived within attack range of the Trantor Granzon, Axel made his move. Soulgain's clenched fist glowed with fierce bright blue Ether power, which was immediately transferred to the severed Grungust arm. Still charging forward, Axel commanded his unit to hurl the arm with tremendous force. The glowing arm, seething with explosive Ether energy, soared through space at high speed, covering the relatively meager distance that separated the two machines within a very short time. It would collide with the Trantor Granzon and explode violently if left unchecked, and reaction time was key. If the pilot was unable to react within the span of two seconds, avoiding the blast unscathed would be a virtual impossibility. The blast itself would have a radius of roughly fifty meters in all directions, though it would only be truly lethal within the first ten to fifteen. At that distance, the energy would be intense enough to rip through pure Gundanium Alloy without much trouble.

As soon as he unleashed his rather unconventional (and likely unexpected) attack, the Soulgain came to an abrupt halt, and took up an offensive posture roughly eighty meters away from the Trantor Granzon's (last known) position. Perhaps somewhat strangely, the Soulgain's extended right hand continued to glow with bright blue Ether, which sort of resembled an eerie haze akin to that of mist rising off the surface of a lake on a clear moonlit night.

As Axel monitored the situation with keen eyes and honed senses, along with fine-tuned equipment specifically designed for said, he finally opened communications with his 'allies', the Crimson Knights.

Axel: "This is White Wraith. I've come on behalf of Commander Niels Boyd of Home Fleet. He sends his regards, along with a gift. Transmitting data now."

And with that, the full database that had been extracted from Trantor's weapon dealers over at Veliore II, was transferred to each and every member of the Crimson Knight's. Specs, plans, formations, locations...the works. All courtesy of that worthless little coward Boyd, who would surely use this as an excuse to further his own influence within the Empire. Unfortunately for him, rumor had it that The Admonishers were out for his blood, and that it was only a matter of time before Col. Aharonos cut that sniveling worm down.

Not that it mattered a single damn bit to Axel. His only concern at the moment was to alleviate some boredom. To him, this was like a mini-vacation of sorts. He'd have his fun, pay his tab, and be on his merry way once he's had his fill.

[THEME: “Kiss Me Sunlight”- Maiko Horisawa, Zone of the Enders Opening]

Wrapped in the veil of darkness, waiting silently in his own abyss as he sat patiently in the suspended chair. Atomsk thought. His body calm, muscles relaxed. His mind at peace, serene within the depths of this abyss which was his cockpit. Still wearing the same outfit as before, the same black attire worn by those of the aristocratic community. The Prince remained as he was, his billowing cape tucked in behind him…never once removing the helmet which concealed his face. The battle raging outside the grand Imperial Flagship mattered little to him, just as the trivial reasons behind the fighting in the first place. He had closed off his own thoughts from the outside world beyond the chamber in which he waited, isolating himself from everything else so as to keep himself blinded to it.

Suddenly…the order was received… The voice from the bridge could be heard clearly coming from the internal speakers.

“Its time now.” As if responding to the sound of his words, light flooded the cockpit, the interior flashing to life as if one giant monitor clicking on, revealing the hangar around him. Two small devices manifested, floating parallel to his forehead a few inches away from the black helmet which covered his entire head and face. The mechanics quickly moved their equipment from the service station, releasing the clamps after the walkway ramp was retracted from the menacing looking machine which stood there. The X-00//VEMSW, the experimental Ingrid manufactured by Ashrum Labs, dubbed the “Phantasma”. A weapon built and designed specifically for suppressing whole military forces, its capabilities surpassed most of what the Empire had in its arsenal, tested in countless battle simulations against one of their own fleets, such as the one it was assigned to right now.

“Activate NuEE System.” As Atomsk opened his eyes from behind his mask, processing data could be seen literally scrolling on them. His awareness was split then, alpha and beta brainwaves fusing with the operating system as he took hold of the controls affixed to the chair. A complete merger between man and machine, the mechanical monster pulsed, as if having just awoken from a deep slumber…its eyes glowing a calm green. Reflecting the aura of its pilot. Its CCM Generator functioning normally, a quick systems check later and the Phantasma stepped out of its docking terminal, its slender frame moving precisely in the same fashion and mannerism as a Human.

Meanwhile, the 9th Fleet was busy tending to the hosts of this party. The attacks launched by the Trantor Battleships proved all but useless against the defensive systems of the Imperial war vessels, energy blasts being phased out by TS-Shields and solid ammo doing little more than pecking at the exterior armor of each starship as they collided with their FDS Systems. Likewise, the assault being unleashed by the Xelas was meeting similar difficulties, while its missiles were quickly cut down by the Frigates and Destroyers within the Aesirian Fleet. Clearly, its battle strength was greater at closer ranges, demonstrating the same precision and might that was used against the mysterious creatures born of the Dark Realm.

While the defensive perimeter of the 9th Fleet was being maintained, the D-Phase Torpedoes that had previously been fired carried out their functions. Their design was cleverly evil. A weapon that don’t detonate upon impact, but rather, one that uses a set timer based on a calculation of the target’s distance. The Force Crystals within them carried this programming, making it impossible to stop once the torpedoes were armed. Even with being in stasis, this didn’t stop the crystals transported inside from executing their function…becoming unstable as each one ignited, erupting into massive explosions on par with miniature nuclear bombs which would release far more destructive shockwaves of kinetic energy to rip the insides of the Xelas apart.

As this took place, the entire fleet was ready to fire off their U-Cannons at Magnus, every Dreadnought, Battle-Cruiser and Destroyer having already taken aim as they pulled the trigger simultaneously. The ULTIMA Blasts howled, pillars of green light streaming towards the Xelas, each one composed entirely of kinetic energy. The light itself being the by-product of the Ethereal Particles reacting to the released power of the crystals (OOC Note: Otherwise, the blasts themselves would appear as being invisible. In fact, it would actually be impossible for anyone to tell what exactly these weapons do, since they don‘t have any physical properties, and the light being seen isn‘t actual light, but the ethereal being disturbed as the shots pass by. Even the most advanced Anti-Kinetic Defense would be taken out by these, since they just really have THAT much attack power to them. These are also impact weapons, obviously), these would prove far more difficult, near impossible to deal with than the Creation Cannons were, having been designed for the exact purpose of destroying enemy ships that had the same manner of defenses as Magnus’ had shown.

"They're coming."

Iliana's words were barely a whisper, an almost involuntary reaction to the brief precognitive flash that had warned her to the coming onslaught of Trantor fighters and mecha. Nevertheless, both Commander Talen and Captain Tyne heard, and with a growing grimness began to issue orders.

"All units, this is Commander Talen. Trantor forces incoming, prepare for combat. Evasive action as neccessary, hold formations if possible. We gave them a choice my friends, and they have chosen death. For honor and truth, excelsior."

Across the Meridian fleet the final benediction was repeated, a choruscating echo of resignation and anticipation in the face of the impending horror and adrenaline rush that was combat. Weapons systems flared to full alert across the board, missiles, beam weapons, linear guns, kinetic cannons, shields, and the few melee weapons of the Romanov mechs.

The bridge of the San Rafael had become a hive of activity as man, woman, and artificial alike set to ensuring the survival of their comrades and themselves. Some were busy prepping the offensive batteries of the ship, such as the 75mm Igstellung CIWS or the multi-purpose missile launchers, most of which would be hot loaded with multi-missile swarm packs. Others were repositioning the massive twin 'Apocalypse' combination cannons for another shot, each one taking aim at another of the Trantor fleets larger ships. Similar preparations were taking place with the quartet of Ether Lances arrayed along the ships top side, marks being set to unleash the weapons once more at the Trantor fleet.

The defensive was certainly not being ignored however, as crewmen and officers rushed to ensure the integrity and readiness of chaff and deflector shield systems, as well as the all important kinetic dispersal generator and the Quantum Driver. The San Rafael was ready for the coming onslaught, and in the end it would give everything it had in order to ensure the survival of its crew and compliment.

"Iliana, I need..."

Reia stopped, swinging her gaze from one side to the other in search of the blone Crimson Knight pilot. It turned out to be useless however, as somehow within the past few seconds, Iliana had vanished without a trace. A tinge of nervousness growing in her voice, Reia queried the ship's computer concerning Iliana's wherabouts. The reply was less than helpful.

"Commander, Iliana Meridian is no longer onboard the San Rafael."

Fear lodged deep in her guts then, a cold sinking feeling as realization dawned.

"Damn..."

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Outside, the firestorm had begun. The Trantor forces, while greater in number than the Meridian ones, had been forced into a classic tactical disadvantage: assaulting a stationary and prepared force. The ships and mecha of the Trade alliance flew directly into the teeth of a hellstorm of weaponry that would make even the gods hesitate. Missiles in the form of spiraling swarms and guided armor busters slammed into the approaching fighters, volley after volley from both the San Rafael, the Romanovs, and the Phoenix fighters.

The mecha on the other hand faced a far more deadly weapon, the dual mech sized combination cannons of the Meridian produced Hardball mechs. Each of the three squadrons of the Clockwork Angels contained nine of the small, powerful mechs, each with two Cannons. While on a much smaller scale than the San Rafael's own cannons, the Hardball versions were still the devestating gravitic flux encased with the tachyon matrix, propelling the shot at faster than light speeds to smash into the oncoming machines with devestating force. Combined with the nine Romanovs' railguns (three per squadron) it made for very deadly day to be a Trantor mech pilot.

Despite all this, some would get through. Whether these were merely the best pilots of the group, or the luckiest, made no difference as they were able to come into counter attack range and begin their planned assault. It was at this point, however, that the Meridian Forces combat drones, spherical machines known as Hoplites, would go into action. Capable of full omnidirectional movement and attack capabilities, the relatively small combatants were not particularly devestating by themselves. When in their assigned groups, however, the small masses of several dozen machines could prove deadly to the enemy as they loosed veritable storms of kinetic blasts via their Helix kinetic cannons.

As the Hoplites struck, so too did the Igstellung cannons of the San Rafael and the formations of Phoenix aerospace fighters. Each fighter, activating their Genesis Orbital Generators, would quickly become escorted by a half dozen glowing white orbs which would rotate quickly around the ship. From these orbs emerged hails of energy bursts, joining with the Javelin high-yield energy cannons of the Phoenix fighters themselves.

Certainly Meridian would lose things: machines, men, and women none were proof against death and destruction in its many forms. Hoplites were destroyed by the handful, and the Phoenix formations would lose a small number of their fighters. Yet it was nothing in comparison to the devestation that would overtake the Trantor forces. The sheer folly of their initial rush against the smaller yet entrenched and prepared Meridian fleet in and of itself was enough to spell eventual doom.

Yet there was one more.

The Granzon had taken the field, its bulk and power obvious to those familiar with mecha and their workings. Immediately the members of the Clockwork Angels, Meridian's elite mech squadrons had begun to prepare to deal with the beast, simultaneously requesting the fighters and Hoplites be pulled back and away from the monstrous Super Robot. It seemed as if it would be far too late however, as the glimmerings of crimson light served as the minute forewarning of its inevitable firing. Even the sudden presence of the White Wraith on the field gave little but fleeting hope for those who would be on the receiving end of the Granzon's armaments.

In an instant, the battlefield grew black.

Every ship, every entity, every machine within the field of battle would simultaneously sense it, detect it. They would see the brief dimming of all light throughout every assembled fleet, both inside and out. They would hear the crackle of untraceable static across the communications channels of all kinds, including the psionic and ethereal. But these were merely harbingers of something else, and only Commander Reia Talen was in a position to know just what it was.

"No..."

A bare fifty meters in front of the Granzon there erupted into existence a sphere of coruscating and fluxuating blackness. Six rings of unstable negative tachyons ripped and tore and spun in opposing and unaligned positions like somem assive shadowy gyroscope, concealing what lay beneath. In that instant the scarlet beams of energy burst from the Granzon, only to impact and shatter into harmless flickers of light against the dark sphere.

In the next instant the sphere shuddered and flickered from existence, revealing its creator. The black mech was big and sleek, its almost skeletal seeming features strangely organic in appearance. Blazing cerulean eyes burned within the otherwise featureless face. From the back spread a pair of almost wings, lacking the stretched material that would go from bone to bone in a normal creature. Great clawed, four fingered hands lay crossed across the machine's chest. More immediately important for the Granzon, however, were the radiant blue bursts of photons that even now were streaming from the twin Photon Vulcan cannons mounted at the bottom of the metagear's head. In but a fleeting span of a second or so, those bolts of energy would smash into the Granzon without remorse.

Iliana sat quietly in the cockpit of the Black Angel, her eyes seeming to stare into the distance as she communed psychically with the great black metagear. With a though she sent a broadcast to the various Aesir Empire, Meridian, and Crimson Knight units on the field.

"This is the Black Angel, pilot callsign Raven. For honor and truth, excelsior."

OOC: Wow... I mean, do you want me to use massive force? Only Photons, against a gravity mecha? Ha Ha... Ha... If it wasn't for the Soulgain, I'd be worried. Cybuster rippoff!

BGM: Vanishing Trooper
As Hayate saw the two massive attacks, she did not react, instead, trusting in the Tome of Darkness, and its avatar. Reinforce. Almost in a flash Reinforce chanted, the massive Gravity Drives of the Granzon's fame activating. The Photons would bend around the mecha, as the Granzon seemed to dissapear from normal sub light sensors. It did not fade, but in fact had a warped presence in Time Space itself, a massive wall of Gravity forming as its Aura.

The Ether Punch Impacted into the gravity, breaking through the first ring of distorted time before it tapped the natural close G Field defense of the Granzon. "So... " Hayate began, her senors viewing time space itself. "Two mechs, one Target. I may have to use my Neo form already..." She began, adjusting her emission of Propellant particles The Negative Particles seemed to be attracted to the constant changing of charges in the gravity, their impact forming a near constant stream of atomic level explosions in the wall. "I could send this back at her..." Hayat e thought, as she wielded the mental strength required to defend her own persona. The Gravity Field Faded for a . Instead, she sighed, and started to chant, her spell turning the Warp Barrier around her into a weapon of power, a sword made from the gravitons in the very universe itself, the Dark Blade, called the Gran Sword, by some. "This was the Gift of the Shadows... and I am the Weider of the blade..." She began, the blade not having any appearance besides the hilt. It would only be seen by its absence that part of space more like a black body than any other part of the complex battlefield. It would be a long fight.

Not all of the Trantor Fighters and mechs were destroyed by the first Volley, Several Variable Fighters made it through, and quickly counter Attacked, One VF Locking onto 30 hopilite Drone groups. He would make them pay, his micro missiles impacting impregnably into the railgun bursts, while one of the newer F-91 series Gundams supported him by serving as an ABM role, destroying more railgun bolts with the Beam Rifle. "ABM! We need more ABM!" the pilot shouted, as one Starfury fired a wall of missiles, impacting the Hopilite drones furiously. They would not die here, " Colonel Michal Woods thought, his fighterservving as an Anti Missile Bus. The fight would be missle vs missile, Jamming vs Sensors, Drones vs Anti Basaltic Missiles. There was one additional factor though.

"Getta Team... CHANGE GETTER 1" A smaller Super Robot, The classic Getter Robo was ready for operations. As the robot's nanotechnology warped it into a red machine, almost like a cartoon devil. Ryoma smiled. "So, you want to play!" He shouted, as a wave of missiles locked onto the mech. "Have some... STONER SUNSHINE!" The massive burst of energy from the Getter's hands blasted a wave of incoming railgun blasts, saving one Valkyrie unit from destruction. "These guys are punks, with that Dark Angel crap attacking General Hayate.." Ryoma began, arrogant as ever," "I'll show them the power of a MAN!" His getter ran directly int the fray, pulling out two axes from its sides. "DIE YOU ALL!" He said, his insanity showing as he cleaved a series of hopilite drones in half, the Getter now looking for a new target.

Tranius looked on, as the sesors showed the massive loss of mechs and fighters. "Units, Retreat back to line N-00,W 49, L 101 Meters, Engage at Medium Ranges, their weapons will be shot down by our Anti-Fighter and anti mech cannon!" The order given, He looked. "Lock On..." he noticed, The Mobile Armors outer Defense ring still unbleached by fighters. "They will hold the line.." he thought, as he ordered the launch of two Quantum Torpedoes. The weapons, fairly large by modern size, flew from the front of the Flaghsip, tearing through space until they exploded several hundred feet aay from the incoming Meridian fleet.

OOC: Now, they Quantum Torpedoe is a dangerous, and illegal weapon by several government Constitutions. It actually tunnels through Time Space, exploding on its evaluation. It tears holes and rips in time space, making travel through an area if not impossible, but very hard at the least. with the time space damaged, ships might suffer problems such as time rates not being constant, the suspension of the laws of physics, chaos,

The Two torpedoes established a barrier between the Merdan forces and the Trantor Fleet, the small amount of buffer room forcing the Meridian ships to either try to escape the gap or fly over or under it, facing the firing arcs of several ready and waiting battleships. T"We can focus on the primary invasion fores, I hope they can make more then the 20 or so we have left.." The old commander shuddered at the damage he did to space, it causing not just a physical, but a psychic rip that any one with basic psychic power would at least notice at the corner of their minds, like an insect landing on one's bare skin.

Ryand turned to Jii,, and simply shook his head, the presence of the Granzon causing him a great pain in his head. "The Granzon... I would advise you tell your allied ships to get out of the way, they will destroy that ship, if they are going to activate its Limit Break. Its something that... If you have found any logs of an Ideon class in your travels, is quite like its Black Hole Gun." He then sat down, the lights of ship to ship combat reminding him of zero sum game played on the universal scale.

OOC: You'll have to wait Until Sunday for a good Mech vs Mech battle, I'm leaving on another Vacation. I'll update in the Ground Thread though. Also, Shin Getter Robo, Fuck yeah!

Once the torpedos within the stasis fields passed through the deceleration field their energy sources were able to be detected, and quickly recognized by Gennosuke as missles that weren't impactive, the temporal delay allowed them enough time to be able to react setting proper preparations to the bombs, once xelas had analyzed them, which was as soon as they entered the viscinity of the ship. For the bombs the sense of time within the stasis field was warped and greatly exhaggerated and would greatly slow the time of detonation, thanks to gennosuke. For Xelas this allowed him just enough time to analyze the technology and their design, then eject it back out into space where it would soon after explode. Even had it exploded within the ship the stasis fields' power were dramatically increased once they entered the hull to the point that myriad of such explosions would simply rattle the ship, but damage would be minimal.

Xelas was literally being spoon-fed technologies. Every turn a different approach was being sent and every time he would narrowly be able to stop them. Such difficulties would result in the strength of the ship overall multiplying. "They know not that they only bring their own demise." Magnus stated.

The rift that was created by him was brought into account now as it only widened more and more, this was the altering of space/time that gave him a superior edge in a situation like this. Whereas he obviously lacked power in comparison to the weapons that were sent towards him he had in cunning of how to escape from these situations.

"Schrodinger pinpoint the best plausible position to create a secondary rift." Magnus said and the cat-boy worked his magic. It was due west to the fleet where the heavy quantum weaponry, spiritual weapons and other excruciatingly powerful weapons had weakened the fabric of space, allowing it to more susceptible to fracturing.

"Redirect the destination of the rift to that particular spot." He spoke. This way they would either have an instant way of flanking their enemy, a way to defend against something of creation cannon calibur, or they would be able to launch their own assault nearly undetected. His adversary was arming a now more deadly weapon, viewing the green pillars at the most minute of detail schrodinger was able to sense the weapon by it's effects on the universe around them and by that it could determine its trajectory as well as destination, the sharing of that knowledge allowed Magnus to properly stretch the rift to the point where it would cover the entirety area of the attack. This would make it more practical to simply redirect the attack instead of head-on defending it, using magnus's vast knowledge of spiritual concepts to widen it with that very sort of energy.

Instead of slamming into the shields this insanely powerful blast was redirected with the folding of space and time, shattering a fracture that was placed on the coordinates Schrodinger had located for a second rift to be formed, it almost worked like the concept of a wormhole, breaking through the space/time continuum and redirected it back at the fleets, granted, it wasn't as power as what they had sent at magnus, but it was surely a way for Magnus to rid himself of the threat.

"Sir! Coordinates located!" Schrodinger cheered.

Magnus viewed on-screen at the land battle and prepared to make room for his own appearance of ground-forces. Just as soon as his reinforcements arrived. Which by the way Schrodinger was sensing the surroundings would be much sooner than later.

Eno had just heard Rasler introduce himself when something seemed wrong with the ship. Then again they all were in a war zone at the time… Oh well.

“Rasler, I think I remember reading your name on the roster, I hear you have a rather interesting esper, I hope I won’t have to see it but maybe you could show me sometime. Either way, you’re welcome to stay near Rika and I once we land.”

Eno saw the man fidgeting with his new looking Crimson Knight suit. Eno remembered how uncomfortable shirts and pants were for him but figured that Rasler, lacking fur, would have less trouble and figured he was new to the seen.

Just then the announcement came over the comm system. Rika was still in his arms though the yards of cloth had fell from her frame. In his attentiveness to Rasler he had almost forgot about the girl who seemed preoccupied with something else in the meanwhile. “Yep, now would be a good time to head to the docks.” The two stood.

“Eno, look!” Rika cried with enthusiasm. Startled, Enoichi looked at what she had in her hands. It was an intricately folded paper airplane. Whether she had re-invented the paper airplane in this modern world or whether paper was still in enough circulation for the idea to pass on was unimportant. One of Eno’s diagrams must’ve slid out of its pocket during the fall and the small magic circle in the middle of the page was on the underside so perhaps Rika never saw the design and thought it only to be a piece of scrap, but this gave Eno an idea. An idea to file away to the back of his mind for now.

“That’s very interesting Rika.” He said with a smile of praise as she threw it down the hallway, only for it to make a seemingly impossible turn mid-air and return to them. The paper airplane came to rest on Eno’s shoulder. The two continued walking.

“Rasler, feel free to join us, The hangar is just over…” Eno peeked at the surface of a crystal ball off to his shoulder. “there.” Sharp black claws clicked along the floor as his awkward looking steps moved him across the surface alongside the skating Rika who had taken to rolling in circles around the slower of the two.

The strange team made it to the docks where everyone was bustling, preparing for diployment. “Enoichi Etsula and Rika Belford reporting.”

With a blinding flare of ether thrusters, the Angel shot forward. The almost skeletal black arms of the metagear snapped forward, splaying the four fingered clawed hands in readiness. Closing the distance in less time than the slower super robot would be able to adequately react, Iliana struck. The left hand swiped sideways, blue light blossoming from the length of each Burst Claw. Contrails of the momentarily visible ether lashing from each digit traced their whipcrack trails as it slammed sideways into the Granzon's sword. The erupting ethereal explosions would serve to at the very least fend off the power of the blade, though in reality they should serve to fully disrupt the power that made up the weapon's killing half, reducing it to little more than a pretty hilt.

Simultaneously, the right hand shot forward, dangerously edged claws likewise blossoming with radiant blue ether as they drove forward unerringly towards the Granzon's chest. Yet this time would be different as Iliana threw her own power reserves into the strike. Unleashing her personal psionic force into the Ether Amplification Engine, the blonde pilot greatly intensified that power and sent it surging into the Burst Claws of the right hand.

The result was nothing less than calamitous.

The explosion of raw ethereal power would be enough to encompass the Granzon in its entirety, a coruscating riot of blue and white light that not only would be capable of tearing through starship armor as if it were paper, but that would do the same to whatever fields of energy were in its path. Not would shields and other defenses be affected, but the very power source, the lifeblood of the target was also in quite grave danger from the Knight's onslaught. In the cockpit of the Black Angel, Iliana's face was set in determination and intensity as she stared down her opponent.

"Show me what you're made of, fool."

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"They're retreating."

"Unsurprising, Captain. After all, they just got slaughtered."

Commander Talen frowned as she leaned ever so slightly forward in her seat. Her eyes were glued to a particular holoscreen that she had ordered up in front of her position, but it was not one showing the current fight against the Trantor remnants or their hasty retreat. She essentially ignored the screens that showed the tactics the Phoenix fighters were using against the retreating enemy, streams of missiles hurtling into the Trantor warriors from behind in final admonitions against trying the same thing again. The fate of the feisty red mech went unseen as the San Rafael itself unleashed a trio of its heavy Kinetic Cannons against the axe wielder, unleashing enough force to crumple it into just so much space debris.

No, Commander Reia Talen was watching only one encounter, involving three mechs. The White Wraith, the Granzon, and the Black Angel moved in silence before her concerned eyes and emotionless expression.

"Commander?"

"Yes Captain?"

"The Trantor forces have deployed some sort of spatial rip weapon. They've torn across the continuum between our two forces, conceivably as some sort of buffer to counter attack."

"How big is it?"

Reia had looked up, concern evident in her face at the mention of the Trantor forces taking out a chunk of space-time as a defensive maneuver. Such a thing was not unheard of, but was inherently and extremely dangerous.

"Your call, Captain."

With a nod the big man turned and began relaying his orders to the crew.
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As the last of the Trantor forces escaped, with the exception of the Granzon, the Meridian fighters, mechs, and drones had begun to reassume their formations, adjusting where neccesary to make up for lost comrades and machines. Those pilots who could be saved were immediately sent directly to the Med Bay via the San Rafael's transporter system, making the loss of lives minimal, though not nonexistent. As one the entire fleet began to back away from the spatial rip, preferring to keep distance from such an unstable thing thatp ossessed such dire potential.

Yet things were not done yet.

Even as they moved backwards, the mighty vessel's Ether Lances began to fire again. Bursts of radiant white light tore across space, slipping through the tear without pausing, their semi-insubstantial nature's making them unaffected by the properties within that area. Each shot was impeccably aimed at a Trantor ship. The refined and concentrated ether blasts would punch holes in shields and armor easily, and the lingering disruption of any struck target's energy fields and systems could spell disaster for the traders.

OOC: My god, do you want me to use Insane Ryoma?

NOW! " Tranus Shouted, as the massive Mobile Armors fired, their Intercepting shots blasting the energy shots with lasers and missile fire, the first of the Ether Lances being blasted away by modified Patriot EX-V Missiles, the ABM weapons modified to work in the far future. "Any Weapon, can be blown away by ABM! Just as the True Prophet, Curtus LeMay, quoted, "Missiles are for Cowards!" he joked, the forward laser arrays raking the other fleets with gigawatt after gigawatt of power.

"OH MY SON OF A KAMI BUDDA" was what was heard from Ryoma's cockpit, as the energy struck the Getter, "CHANGE GETTA 2!" At the last memoen, The getter split into three space craft drifting apart from each other.

"Damnit, I can't get close..OH FUCK THI" Ryoma's outburst was cut off by the KE blasts hitting each of the three spacecraft into each other, manually starting the Open and Change Get sequences. "Thanks you fucking idiots," Ryoma arrogantly broadcast, as the Getter 2 formed from the push in KE, the energy just what the Getter needed to combine into the second form, the Getter Reformed into a mecha which appeared to be more of a drill formation. The Getter was not destroyed, its massive Getter Ray subsystems glowing as it shook rapidly from the blast... but instead, it had a field around it, pure Getter Rays leaking into space. "Have some... GETTA DRILL!" The Getter rushed into a field of drones, the Getter Rays making a drill in front of it, as it tore through several missile barrages threating the real robots. "Mother Fuckers... I want a real fight, not your punk missiles.."

"My GM!" One of the Trantor pilots shouted, his machine transforming into a newer S Gundam, apparently from the influence of the Getter Ray infusion"Now I'm PISSED!" The crazed man shouted, pulling out another one of the subsystems, the Getter Tomawhawk flying into the path of an Ether Lance, refracting the energy into the path of random space garbage. It would rain down on the planet's surface, making it seem like a small comet trail had flown into Terra's night day barrier. It would be the best sunset ever.

The retreating forces smiled, as they switched over to ABM, the Ether lances blasted by missile swarms, laser blasts, or the occasional Mynoskvy Particle Storm. "ABM Targets online... counter with Superweapon Class 1, the Proton Beam.." Tranius thought, but said "The use of that is NOT approved. Instead, use the main core to charge up the Degenerative Drive. We will force them to come to us

Hayate felt her magic start to fade, the Gran Sword's power going away, and the massive Shining Fingeresue claw on her very soul. Instead of retreating, running away, or giving up, she smiled, as she mentally signaled to Reinfrce. "Show her why we don't fight close range.." "Yes Mistress!" The chibified girl smiled, as she adjusted the Granzon's Gravity Drives, and focused, her own magical power on the claw, giving her master enough time to manipulate the newly broken warp through the very damaged part of the warp. Hayate mentally thanked Tranus for that, the excess power giving her just what she needed to start the Granzon up again. "ASTRIGANT!" She began "This is my GRANZON, given to me by Shu-Senpai!"She smacked away the pisonic attack with her own temporary power up,willing her mech to move again, force be damned. "And you...are not as cute as that King of Hearts ^-^"

She made sure to broadcast the emotocon, as she focused a direct point blank gravity burst at the Angel's hand, it now suffering the local constant of g, normally a small number, rise to the same value as the local region of a neutron star "Missy, I'm the queen of the Gravity Matrix... you can't win!" "Yeah! Mistress Hayate is the best!" Reinforce chimed in, as she focused on the damage status to the Granzon. "That Astrigant could have killed us... luckily we has a bit of The Power from the broken timespace. Now... The Granzon's eyes glew, as it suddenly created a wormhole, one of its abilities with gravity. "Lets Go after the real targets!" It fired a burst directly at the now unprotected fleet of mass production fighters and drones, the placed wormhole allowing Hayate just a second to toss in one of the Trantor anti-ship mines. It would make a horrible explosion,
decimating drone groups, as Hayate headed to deal with her two super rivals. "Reinforce.. Lets win, and we can have ice cream at the end!" The chibi's eyes lit up, as she thought.. "Ice... cream... YAY I'll kill em all for some ice-cream!"

Somewhere inside of the Trantor Fleet, Tranus placed his hands together. "Just as planned" the man thought, as he got reports of several Ether bolts escaping the ABM grid. Two medium battleships were down, their main systems shut down. "Lucky, they had backups, and non distrusted power grids, otherwise, they might have hit the planet's surface..." Trranus nodded, ordering the fleet to hold and switch to defensive fire. "They can't get through our grid of Anti-Ship Weaponry.." the man laughed, as he focused on winning this fight.

"What... was that..." One of the Valkyrie pilots proclaimed, as he saw the Getter in front of him. "That... is Getter Robo... There may be no God, Buddha, or All-Spark, but there is Getter..." The Valkyrie quickly focused on his job of intercepting missiles, as he thought of what the new S-Gundam pilot said, the transforming mecha running on several bursts, taking out each with a well aimed shot of his 20mm cannon. "This is insane..." he thought, constantly transforming from battleoid full mech, to destroid partial fighter, flying around the missile swarms, occasional assists from his new Gundam partner helping. "Lets go..."
"We may," began the Valkyrie Pilot
"Not be able to combine..."The Gundam Pilot said
"Have flashy attack moves..." quoted the transforming aircraft
"Or have our own custom mecha, or"
"Paint Schemes... but we real pilots!"
A third Viper pilot continued the chant, finishing off the division of attacking fighters. "AND WE WIN WARS!"
The Trantor were not demoralized, their moral rising as the fight went on.

An extremely foolish error had been committed. The chaos of battle raged around him, but not one attack was directed specifically towards his machine. Axel was free of time-consuming distractions and irritating diversions. He could pick and choose his prey at will, and place them securely in his sights while they were in the midst of their own conflicts, which was a rare and precious advantage in a large-scale engagement such as this.

Naturally, he would exploit it to the fullest.

As the Granzon was busy dealing with the terror that was the Black Angel Metagear, the Soulgain's mighty thrusters flared out, and propelled the comparatively massive U-TIC Super Robot around to the left side of the dark enemy machine, and took up an aggressive stance about thirty meters away.

Axel: "Heh. How careless...you're in my range."

While the Granzon was attempting to counter the Black Angel, Axel made his move. The hazy blue Ether that steadily emanated from the Super Robot's gigantic right hand was dramatically intensified as it formed into a tight fist. Simultaneously, an equal amount of the very same energy was gathered into its other hand, which also clenched into an enormous fist. The Soulgain then brought both arms back, only to suddenly slam both fists together, creating a huge burst of bright blue and white Ether that swirled around its hands like a spiralling galaxy.

Then, with next to no warning, the assault came. In a display of sheer speed and agility that was in no way typical and certainly not expected of such a large machine (the Soulgain stands nearly 14 meters taller than the Granzon, and outweighs it by over 80 metric tons), the White Wraith unleashed hell upon the Granzon. The meager distance of thirty meters was covered in an instant, which would give the already preoccupied Granzon essentially zero time to react to the flurry of devastatingly powerful Ether-enhanced punches that the Soulgain delivered with the deadly speed and precision of a true martial arts master. Over a dozen violently explosive shots were sent into the torso area of the Granzon in the span of no more than three seconds. Each impact would be enough to utterly pulverize the armor of practically any Real Robot, and even some Super Robots. Given the sheer difference in size and mass between the two machines, chances would be slim to nil that the Granzon would be able escape unscathed.

And, that wasn't even the end of it. Immediately after sending out his last physical blow, Axel synchronized himself with his Ether Machine, and let his own power flow freely through the Atrum Phasmatis Engine. As he did so, the Soulgain extended both palms forward, and charged a truly massive sphere of Ether, which grew to a size that was nearly as large as the Granzon itself.

Axel: "Byakko Kou!"

At point-blank range, the huge fleet-shattering ball of super-amplified Ether power was driven directly into the dark machine, with the whole of its energy being indended for the Granzon and the Granzon only. In fact, the entire assault, which carried enough energy to decimate hundreds of individual units and ships if it were to be spread out evenly, was focused into a single target.

Standing somewhat hunched over, with beads of sweat lightly trickling down the sides of his face from the exertion, Axel observed his various monitors in the wake of his vicious onslaught. A split-second stood between him and the satisfaction of seeing the scattered, charred remains of the ruined Granzon...

...provided his attack had succeeded, that is.

As the punches headed to hit the chest of the Granzon Hayate smiled, as she quickly used her newfound power to create a small portal, directly in front of the Granzon's forward armor. The first two punches collided with the gravity enhanced barrier normal barrier, it like the Soulgain punching a massive wall made from actual neutronium. The fists went into the portal, the other end leading to the path of a randomly selected drone, the poor machine exploding faster than a Leo in the area of old WING class Gundams. "He He, Soulgain-kun, I'm the Gravity Controller... you don't even know about thinking with portals, do you..." The Mech glided off, it slightly glowing, as the massive fleet crusher attack headed towards Hayate.

"I am the Master of the Fundemental Force of Gravvity..." Hayate began, her area filling with the dark blue aura of magic, the attack seeming to come in slow motion as her adrenaline pumped with the massive attack filling up her viewscreen. "And.. a silly martial artist won't beat me with a Big Bang attack! SPACE-GRAVITY.... RIPPER!" As a response to the massive fleet buster, the Granzon spun its gravity drive into Supreme Mode, its fingers firing a stream of gravitons at the attack. The Gravitons collided with the local time-space around the Ether, forming for a moment, a small star. The Granzon used this moment to rush backwards, the star's instability causing a massive explosion rivaling a capital ship's core breach. For a single moment in time, it dominated the skies above a small part of Terra, the sheer light bright enough to blind any poor astronaut without proper eye protection in the local space. The Wave Shields went online, protecting the mech from the worst of the blast, as Reinforce scanned the area. "That was odd... I think we broke space again..." "This is going to end up like the end of the Last Fight, isn't it..." Hayate wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, as she focused on calling up another attack. "Yeah, but this is the best, fighting strong fighters.."


"HEY YOU STUPID SONS OF BITCHES!" Ryoma yelled, as he rushed at another series of Ether Rays, the drill's force smashing through the Warp Barrier with a burst of Green. "HAVE SOME... GURREN STYLE... GIGA-DRILL--BREAKER!" The Drill powered Getter 2 smashed through more walls of Ether Bolts, it moving at speeds faster than light thanks to a psudeo Warp Field. "Tranus,, The Getter's Evolutionary Engine.. its active! We may have a Getter rush if this keep up.." The man looked and smiled, "Good. Send Ryoma the codes to activate Getter Dragon and New Getter. We need all the power we can get to fight those .." He looked at the sensor grids, the Astrigant and Soulgan showing up... "S class... machines..."

"Why isn't that thing dead yet?"

The Captain's voice roared across the bridge as he watched the odd mecha launching assault after assault on the Hoplite drones.

"Sorry sir, but the Hammer cannons didn't seem to have the desired effect on it. We're not entirely certain why, though."

"I want it dead. Yesterday. Do it!"

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Ryoma and his Getter mech were in for a nasty surprise. A well placed blast from the nearest of the San Rafael's kinetic cannons spun the robot away from its current targeted drone squadron, while meanwhile those very same drones had regrouped and begun to assault the Getter themselves with a focused barrage from their own kinetic weapons. From all sides the weapons fire came now, plowing into the Getter, the remaining Valkyries and Spitfires, as well as the newly changed Gundam. These were the final remaining Trantor forces on this side of the spatial rip, the remainder of their comrades having retreated back to the relative safety of the larger ships.

Herded together as they were, the group would serve as an easy target for what came next.

On board the San Rafael, a group of twenty crew members sat silently in their chairs, each within inches of the next. In front of them was a single table, with a single silver orb. Wires ran from the orb into the table's surface to disapear within. Each man and woman was an accomplished psychic, a hybrid as they were known within the Empire. And now each of them was utilizing their power in conjunction with the others, creating a specially intended gestalt effect. Each hybrid amplified his neighbors as they joined together, and though the silver orb they channeled that power.

From the orb the power flowed outwards from the ship, into the specially constructed crystal matrix cores of the Hoplite drones. Each of those drones now acted as a passive amplifier and repeated for the telekinetic power being unleashed at that moment. Instead of the crushing force one might expect, the psychics of the San Rafael went the opposite direction. With enough strength to rip apart their own ship, let alone these much smaller vessels, the crewman psychically took hold of the Getter, the Gundam, the fighters, the Valkyries, and any other assorted bits of Trantor small space fighters still within the are of the Meridian Fleet, and pulled in every conceivable direction at once.

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Commander Talen watched in vague wonder as the Trantor's laser barrage was ripped to pieces within the very spatial distortion they had themselves created. The beams were quickly bent and diffused in a myriad of directions with the chaos of that rip, and posed no threat to the Meridian forces at all.

"All units, do not follow any retreating forces, stay with the San Rafael. That is a direct order."

Turning her head slightly, the dark haired woman addressed those on the bridge.

"Continue the Ether Lance barrage. They might be able to stop some of the shots, but others are getting through and their ships are dropping. Randomize target aquisition, make it so they can't guess where the next shot is going."

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As the Granzon was swept aside by the Soulgain's abrupt assault, Iliana pulled back for a moment, running through systems in her head to ensure that the gravity wielding mech hadn't done any actual damage to the metagear. Satisfied, the Knight quickly engaged the CrossGate Paradigm system, tearing the Black Angel from realspace into subspace. For a moment in time the mech would have disapeared from all sensors, only to suddenly reappear some distance away.

Right behind the Granzon, as a matter of fact.

As the Trantor mech was recovering from her own defense, the Black Angel struck from behind. Clawed hands flared with blazing ether streams as they clapped together to either side of the Granzon's head, seeking to tear it off completely. Simultaneously, Iliana slashed forward with both wing scythes. The highly flexible appendages struck from beneath the Angel's arms, their edges glowing fiercely blue with barely restrained photonic energy coursing along their lengths. From either side of the Granzon's hips the wings slashed in at breakneck speed to neatly cut free the machine's lower half.

Axel: "Tch..."

His assault had been shrugged off somehow. Of course, he was no fool, and had anticipated such an outcome. After all, Killiak or not, he was still dealing with the Granzon. It would be completely idiotic not to have a backup plan, or, in Axel's case...several.

Relentless in his pursuit of his prey, Axel kept on the offensive. Soulgain's thrusters flared out brightly behind the massive Super Robot, propelling it forward at speeds that were now approaching Mach 4. As it soared, the White Wraith extended both of its mighty arms out to either side, with palms spread wide. As it did so, dual discs of extremely dense blue and white Ether began to form. They spun rapidly, akin to a pair of ridiculously overgrown buzz-saw blades made of pure energy.

Almost as if he was purposely working in unison with his ally, Axel commanded his machine to coordinate his forthcoming assault with that of the Black Angel. As the dark Metagear went berserk on the Granzon, the Soulgain suddenly came to a screeching halt, and hurled one of the spinning Ether discs forth. It streaked through space at an alarming rate, and while its trajectory may have appeared to be erratic, it was, in reality, under Axel's full control. The seemingly random path would take the blazing Ether disc directly into the Granzon, aimed to sever the comparatively smaller machine cleanly at the hips.

Axel: ("Heh...let's see you survive the Kien-zan.")

The sheer density of the Ether was astounding. Siphoned directly from the Soulgain's Atrum Phasmatis Engine, the power of each disc was roughly equal in energy to that of several thousand nukes all going off at once, albeit confined to a diameter of about eighteen meters, and the thickness of a notebook. As a result, the intensity of the Kien-zan was generally sufficient enough to effortlessly slice through nearly any physical armor, as well as many types of energy-based defense.

Theoretically, if Axel so chose, he could actually put even more power into the attack. It has been calculated that, given enough time, he would (possibly) be capable of creating a Kien-zan that would be potent enough to slice an entire planet in half...

...of course, that would be just plain silly. He was content with simply generating enough power to cut a space-station down to size, or slice through an entire squad of mecha in one fell swoop.

Or, in this case, an irritatingly pesky gravity-guzzling varmint.

"I... think I will still by you." He says as he listens to the anouncements run past his ears. He watches Eno's feet as they click against the metal surface of the ship, only to have his eyes be drawn away by their words. "Rasler Virian reporting in as well." He says to no one in particular, just like his eyes his voice drops low as he speaks. "Hey, Enoichi? About that Esper you wish to see? If it's the one I know you speak of... I hope I don't have to summon it. I would feel sorry for the enemy." A half-hearted sinister smile worms his lips.

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"Ma'am, there is a disturbance in the wave within the area."
"What was that?"
"A connection has been confirmed between this disturbance and the one nearby the unknown ship."
"SHIT! Order all Frigs to get behind the other ships!"
"Yes ma'am...Orders received. Ships have begun acceleration."
"U-Cannon Barrage has entered the first dimensional disturbance."
"Alert! U-Cannon Shots have appeared from the second disturbance! Impact in..."
"PREPARE TS-SHIELDS!"

As the powerful blasts came hurling at the 9th Fleet, within moments the storm made contact. The Battle-Cruisers and Destroyers served as a wall to guard the rest, the large amounts of destructive energy being reflected into another dimension by their TS-Shields. The Frigates managed to seek cover in time, though a few were nicked by the force lashing out from the bright green pillars, causing external damages to their armor. After the danger had passed, the order was given for all ships to quickly resume battle formation.

"Grr..."
"Well now, that was impressive."
"Report in. No casualties. The vessels which received damages have begun auto-repairs."
"That's good to hear. Didn't expect them to have that kind of capability." Brigtide just continued to stand there with a grin, taking an interest in the Xelas.
"Alright...fine. Deploy the Phantasma..."
"Are you sure about this?"
"So far, everything we've tried has proven useless. Now they can apparently manipulate time-space, not only for themselves, but for other things as well. The X-00//VEMSW seems to be the only viable option here."
"Its true that the scientists at Ashrum gave a demonstration about some of its new technologies at that last meeting, but the machine itself is still in its experimental stages though, isn’t it?"
"Look, at this point we don’t have any means of fighting that ship, and I refuse to sacrifice scores of our men in vain hypothetical methods of how to counter its defenses. Launch Atomsk, dammit."
"Well, can’t very well argue with that… Alright then. Relay the orders to the Phantasma."
"Yes sir."

[THEME: "Rock the LM.C"- LM.C, Red Garden]
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The hangar doors began to open, lights flashing upon the flight deck as the AGP Engines kicked in. The Phantasma lifted off of the floor, floating there effortlessly as its clawed hands opened and closed a few times in anticipation. Green lit up all across the board, and in less than a second after, it was gone… The phantom-like machine flew out of the Sparta like a bat out of hell, soon clearing the 9th Fleet’s defensive perimeter as it shot straight up.

“X-00//VEMSW Prototype, Codename Phantasma. Launch Confirmed.”
“Lets see what it can do…” Aeon looked on with intrigue.
“For you who are about to die…” Atomsk spoke out loud to himself, his scanners indicating the Xelas as the primary objective.

The horned devil cleared the S-Zone in no time at all, instantly triggering the ALPHA Conversion. The exterior of the unit’s frame pulsated, the same blue light as before with the Transfer System covering it from head to toe. As the surging energy went away, it revealed a new type of Mecha, now adorning crimson colored armor which had merged with its body. Four large Zweihander Blades could be seen orbiting around behind its back, like some sort of cape using their own propulsion system. Running along its forearms were long, slender blades, situated behind the two oval shaped shields to replace its bucklers. Detached from the blood red machine, floating parallel with each shoulder were two cone-like devices, nearly as long as the machine itself.

The pilot inside removed the mental blocking on himself, allowing his awareness to flow freely once again as the IMPULSE System activated. For anyone with spiritual training or the ability to sense the presence of souls, they would have instantly felt its existence as an aura literally became to manifest around it, visible for all to see…

“The latest Ingrid Model from Ashrum Labs Mobile Weapons 1st Division. The VEMSW…”
“Variable Element Military Suppression Weapon. Truly amazing…”
“Its made with all the new technologies those scientists have been toying around with now for a while. The VEMSW is a machine supposed to be capable of operating within any environment and under any circumstances, its primary function to dismantle and suppress military forces.”
“So its like an Anti-Military Weapon. Interesting.”
“Ordinary people can’t pilot it. It requires a psychic, so I’ve heard.”
“Considering Ashrum used to be an institution which studied and cared for Psionics, I guess they were able to collect a rather large abundance of data concerning those kinds of powers. Huh? Now what‘s it doing?”

The Phantasma raised its arms out to the sides, tilting its head back. Atomsk likewise had his head leaning back as well, mouth cracked open with his eyes dazed. It was almost as if he was no longer within his body, his mind, body and soul whole yet separate at the same time. Then, without any kind of warning, he snapped out of it… “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!”

As he yelled out fiercely, the VEMSW roared simultaneously, the menacing sound being heard within the minds of everyone throughout the entire region. The aura which was vibrating conflicted with the ethereal particles around its form, igniting into a mass of rainbow lights which twisted about the Phantasma like a vortex. The same myriad of lights were glowing from Atomsk’s eyes inside the cockpit, wide open and focused with stern determination.

“Spatial Anomaly detected, as well as a confirmed disturbance in the wave.”
“What the fuck is that!?”
“That light… What the hell have those scientists created?”

Clapping its hands together, the mysterious machine paused for a moment, some sort of strange electricity-like energy coursing through its arms. As it slowly began to pull them apart from one another, more of the same rainbow light began to gather in the space directly in the center, held in place as it continued to grow larger. Without ever touching it, the Phantasma brought it up above itself, turning to face in the direction of the Trantor Space Forces. For a moment, it seemed as though it was contemplating ‘something’, but as it brought its arm back, it threw the ball of pulsating lights at the second time-space rip that Magnus had made. Moving like a cannon blast, the sphere erupted upon contact with the disrupted zone, breaking its connection to the first as the entire fracture flashed into the exact same bright rainbow light.

The radiance jerked about for a moment, spiraling around as it flew back towards the Phantasma…leaving normal space behind where the disturbance once was.

[THEME: “A Day Dreaming…”- BACK-ON, Eyeshield 21]
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“REPORT NOW!”
“The dimensional disturbance has ceased.”
“Did it repair it or something?”
“More like erased it, from the looks of it. Some kind of override?”
“Do we have an analysis yet on that light?”
“Unable to identify.”
“Whoa, that’s never happened before. Is this some new kind of energy?”
“Unless, the scanners can’t read it because it doesn’t exist…”
“How can it not exist if we’re looking right at it?”
“Its true that we can acknowledge its existence, but perhaps the sensors can’t.”
“That’s impossible! It would need…to be…”
“Unstable Ethereal.”
“THAT’S INSANE! You’re telling me they found a way to destabilize ethereal particles!? You have any idea what that would mean!”
“Yeah, I do… It is a scary thought, but I don’t know of anything else that could have that kind of impact on the dimension.”
“Ethereal Particles are used as the base materials for Magical Spells and Spiritual Powers, and for anyone who bothered to pay attention in Ethereal Wave Physics 101, the particles themselves represent the coding for the universe around us. The fundamental building blocks for reality itself. Typically, Magical and Spiritual powers are performed by manipulating the ethereal. But, making it unstable like this would be the same as taking an eraser to words on a piece of paper.”
“Isn’t it really dangerous to destabilize the ethereal particles?”
“Yeah, it is. But apparently it looks like those scientists back at Ashrum found a means of doing it.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Ashrum Labs keeps most of their stuff as highly classified, only to be seen by the Emperor and Tribunal Members themselves. Even I don’t know about it, or the experiments they’ve been conducting in secrecy. All I know is that the VEMSW Series was receiving personal attention from Chief Director Marduk.”
“Hmm… That kinda unnerves me a little…”

During their discussion, the light which was originally the time-space rift created by Magnus had now reached the Phantasma, the machine reaching out to take hold of the stream. Spinning around, it tugged the massive rainbow which quickly merged with the light already swirling around the mechanical monster. Graceful and elegant, it flipped forward, moving exactly in the same fashion as a Human would, its frame designed to be far more flexible and mobile than most other types of Mecha. Literally kicking off of the rainbow itself, the Phantasma went flying at a bizarre rate, appearing to be a beam of energy which went into all manner of strange evasions as it snaked its way higher up above the 9th Fleet.

Reducing in speed, its arms relaxed as they flailed about while it spun around, the enchanting aurora borealis trailing behind its every movement to create an awe-inspiring spectacle that could be seen by everyone. Going upside down, its eyes fixated on the Xelas for a brief moment as it remained suspended in that pose. Then, out of nowhere, it was off again…making a direct b-line for Magnus’ ship.

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Meanwhile, Rika, Enoichi, and the other Crimson Knights had at last boarded the Banshee Dropships which had been waiting in the hangar. They were each seated among other Imperial soldiers who were eager to start mixing things up on the planet’s surface. As each craft made its final checks, a large number of FAFNIR Mechs and Corsair Fighters had also been deployed by the other carriers in the fleet, which were already heading towards New Terra. As the transports launched out of the Sparta, they were quickly met by other dropships from the other carriers, carrying more soldiers and supplies, along with a nice sized escort force. With all the vessels engaging their defense systems, they quickly flew after the Assault Forces bound for Wing City (At least I think its Wing City the ground thread is taking place at), holding in a tight formation.

Before they had left the defensive perimeter of the fleet, a message was sent to the MCS San Rafael to provide additional cover for the transports.

OOC: NOW I POST, because this has been enough time for waiting

"Lord Tranius..." The Captain saw on his sensors, the massive fury of activity, the shots being difracted, and the Mobile suits being lost. "Yes.... Code D2D, now, let's prepare for Hyperspace, Tronium engines, FTL Drives...." The fleet, broken but still fight worthy, started to warp out, the flagship and its escort fleet jumping to the Rendvouz point, a massive hole between dimensions, where a Gate awated their return...

"The Hagane and Hyriu will have to fight this on the ground, we'll form up for Operation Return later.." Tranius thought, as his ship suffered a blow to its forward drive motor. The Ether Cannon managed to shut down the regulators for the normal Hyper Drive functions, the ship slowing down into real space. Around him, other ships managed to escape, the only three ships left each odd, non standard ships. "Admiral, what do you propose to get us out of this..." "Activate the Warp Boosters, we'll break out the old way, and tell Hayate to Retreat to the Cradle. ..."A CLASS S Super Robot has been seen!"

"Time Space is restored... how..." the young Captain shouted, before the Flaghship warped away, it fading into the Ether of Warpspace.

"I can't win, thought Hayate, but I can... GRAN SHIELDS! " "Hold On long enough.." She shouted the attack, the wings Of Light encountering a sudden changing in timespace. "The Thing about fighting with the power of Gravity," Hayate thought, as she wielded the very cosmos as her shield, "Is that it provides me with a shield made from the... Very..... UNIVERSE!" The massive energy blast was a shock, the Multi terraton blast tearing through, and past the first walls of compressed time space, the neutronium made from the compressed hydrogen atoms present in even the faintest regions of space exploding with a force that would rival the impact that formed Earth's Moon.

The Granzon, took a massive hit, its left leg torn off, and its sub systems reporting system failures... "Mistress Hayate... we have to leave... Wormhole protocol... set location... " The Granzon's core, Hayate, and Reinforce all faded away, before the mech's massive explosion, the energy too much for it to even handle at the time. The were sent through time-space, landing in a field outside of Wing City, surrounded by dense forest, and the sounds of Trantor Evacuation units above, the choppers and fighters heading to safe zones. "Hayate to base..." she radioed, "2 to evac to Cradle.."

She held the core of the Granzon, a tome which seemed to resemble a book of dark magic, it having technical diagrams of quantum equation on the front. She started to sob slowy on the ground, the tears dropping down to the soft green carpet. Reinforce flew towards her Meister, asking, "Shu would forgive you fo.." Hayate then held the book closer to her chest, mentioning, "The last legacy of the Professor... and I got it wrecked..."

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"We will have to head to the atmospheres.... "Yes..." The drone mothership, a hub of pure thought and light prepared to head down, the Mobile Armors boarding quickly. "Database... Crimson Knights... Class SS Fighters. Weapons: Multidimensional, Crossover, Magitek. Estimated Probability of Victory: 20% by self. Destination: Ocean Floor..." The massive ship dove down into the planet's atmosphere, it suffering a hit by an Ether cannon, which caused it to slowly spiral down into the sea, the AI mandate to survive, and wait for further orders...

"They may tear us apart.... but we will not GIVE IN! SHIN GETTA.... CHANGE!" As the psykers pulled apart the super robot, its nanotechnology influenced transformation failed, it becoming the three ships once more. The Psyker force did manage to give Ryoma what he needed to change even more, the massive stress of being pulled apart encoring his insanity. The insanity enabled him to control more of the Getter Rays, the dangerous particles forming a sort of Anti-Psyker barrier, if only for a moment... "Geta... CHANGE SHIN GETTA! HA I'LL SEE YOU FUCKS ON THE PLANET!" The massive collision of the three spaceships, each one fusing through nanotechnology, and highly reactive energies made another Super Robot, this one seeming, somehow, manolvent, it flying into the region of broken space. "This will be..." Ryoma did not get to fly through the space for a moment, before the mysterious repairs began, restoring space to normal. "Wha... Flight... are you all right.... did anyone survive that madness?"

The real robots, had much more trouble dealing with the psychic attack.. "I can't.. manage.. one pilot said, his Genphest falling apart into its parts, the man's blood instantly freezing as it hit the cold vacum of space. Another Viper pilot exploded, for lack of a better word, this man dying of sheer shock. It was like this throughout the attack group, men exploding, machines falling apart, screams extinguished in near instants.

The S Gundam, however managed to hold on, the pilot thinking... "If I can just... actuate the Core fighter..." He shouted, switching over the Mobile Suit to a transformed, faster, form. "Full....DRIVE!" He forced his very mind to the near breaking pint, the new Machine's AI giving him the boost he needed to fly out of the range of the storm of mental attacks.

The Valkyrie pilot, smiled, pressing a single button on his mech. The Psykers pulled away his Plus Pack, the massive armored pack giving the machine just the speed he needed to boost away. "Come on old girl,' he said, fling away to the exclusion zone. All in all, there were four survivors, of the 50 mechs that went on the counter-attack. One insane super robot pilot, a Gundam fighter, and two normal fighter pilots, although, a variable fighter would count more as a mech. "Well... Ryoma, you are our squad leader. Your orders?" Ryoma simply said. "To Terra. We fight there, and the four formed into a squad, heading off past the retreating ships, down into the very atmosphere of Terra, to find another group...

OOC: With that, It becomes a land war. Troopers vs Troopers. F-22 vs Su-47, T-84 vs Challenger vs M1A1, MadCatz vs Gundam, vs FANFIRs. Less Endless Waltz, and more Armored Trooper VOTOMS, Warhammer 40K. Begun, these land wars have...

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