Admiral Starship's Story

The Cybrans locked in their weaponry, waiting for the avorians to move closer, their weapons already trained on the targets at hand. Ritter nodded to his Comms operator and swallowed, "Send the message to the Fleet Commander, either send down more troops or send down a transport to get us out of here."

He then turned and looked over on the avorians, "Hey, don't fire, Can we talk? This hasn't went well for either of us, so maybe we could come a stop with the fighting?" He called out from behind the window, crouching behind the wall. His eyes darted to the men, starting to give hand gestures make them stop anything and wait.

On the ground, Kamil exchanged a few words of Volarian with the men at his side before he called back.

"Lay down arms. Surrender. You have ten seconds," Kamil shouted back to the man. His accent was thick and his grasp of the foreign tongue broken, but his words were discernible enough. He remained behind the cover of a building corner out of line of sight of the window.

Overhead the rocket angels showed no sign of relenting on their barrage against the enemy air support. The pair that had eliminated the enemy tanks had joined the other four. The lack of return fire did not stay them. Dead avorians lay upon the ground below among the wreckage of the crashed air units, reason enough for them to keep firing on the cybrans until Kamil ordered them to stand down.

He swallowed, "Right, On one condition." He calmly set down his weapon, the rest of the squad doing the same, "I am sorry for this... situation. We were aware this planet was populated but thought this was an unpopulated area. We were looking for someone to talk to, clearly this has not went well for either side. I am going to call my Air units to go back to the ship and get a transport to come down and pick me and my men up."

It was about time, the Taiyou had shown up.

The roar of aircraft, the thrum of helicopters followed, as a squadron of Jet tengu flew over the group, circling around the small area while a pair of Chopper VX began to make a deafening mechanical grinding noise, literally transforming from Helicopters to powered walkers, which landed on the ground with an audible crunch.

A pair of Sudden Transports followed, touching down just outside where the Cybrans were holed up.

Two Tsunami tanks rolled over the hill, having been dropped by a Botanachi DRHC Tilt Rotor helicopter, and a pair of Wasp-like Jigabachi AV Attack helicopters circled overhead.

The Commander of this small Shintenchi detachment emerged, a young Taiyou man in his late twenties.

"Attention Hostile Military forces, this is your one and only call for your immediate and unconditional surrender, Come out with your hands raised and unarmed. Any sudden moves or hostile actions will be met with overwhelming force!"

Again words were exchanged between the avorians while Kamil was only catching bits and pieces of the foreigners words. Kamil shook his head as he stepped out from behind the building along with his men.

The group trained their spears on the now unarmed Cybrans. Given the positioning of the weapons against their shoulders much as one might brace a gun, it was clear that these were not traditional spears. Though the ends were curved and barbed for melee combat, the haft was thicker than was traditionally required, and the grip that was sculpted along the length of it was reminiscent to that of a gun. One could only speculate on what the weapons might fire.

"I have six dead. Call your units off but you go to Volary."

“Six to one someone was just flying under the influence, hey pass me those axel irons.”

The ten marines in the bed of the troop transport all spoke amongst each other until several made boisterous laughter as Specialist Beniamen fixed the two iron tools on to the sides of his helmet.

“Specialist, what in the fuck are you doing?” Corporal Soros pointed with his hands around the foreguard of the AR-98, the weapon between his legs when the other marines began to explain their opinions.

“Someone hasn’t read their local population pamphlets, hey Soros where did you say your dad served in the Terran Conflict again -- yeah fucking Maribor?”

“Obviously -- in a pre-Archosdative society such as the Taiyou Shogunate of Shintenchi warriors display their mettle in the attire they wear into battle. Motherfucker we are Marine Cavalry, horses of war. You gotta’ culture yourself more man.” Beniamen shrugged his shoulders once as the troop transport followed on with the rest of the convoy, an advanced force of the battalion moving into position to allow the mobilized Taiyou groups a quicker transit to the designated area.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure the belittlement of thousands of years of religious behavior is totally how we culture ourselves … “ Soros made a face as he shrugged the Specialist off, and craned his head. Passing by a small checkpoint on the main roads outside of a farming town Soros watched the sentries at the checkpoint speaking. “Hey who the fuck’re the plainclothes with the Taiyou locals? They’re not from the MSP.”

“Oh shit man, that’s an ALT.” Another Corporal, Stelian, replied as he lifted himself out of the seat just slightly to see the fading view. “That’s when you can tell the people in the Garden actually give a fuck -- when they send the Auxiliaries to fucking Terra.”


The checkpoint fell into the background as the convoy moved on.

The Cybrans shouted out again, "Fine, as long as you don't kill us. It was our mistake for attacking you when this is clearly our land. We are sorry for that."

Schaefer looked at him is disbelieve, "God damn it Heinrich, you can't do this."

Schaefer looked at Heinrich, "I would rather die than be a prisoner for some people like that who won't understand you fucking idiot."

"What do you suggest then?"

"Call down reinforcements." Schaefar snapped, his hand going to his pistol.

"Then that is a further act of war, then we have too many nations to deal with. We can not start that." Heinrich snapped back, his tone and voice sharp.

Schaefar shook his head in disbelief, "We have the largest Military known."

"But we don't know the strength of the other Nations."

"That does not matter."

"Fine, you go as a one man army then, out you go." Heinrich watched him closely, his rifle brought up to point at him. "On you go."

Schaefar shook his head, standing up and went outside, firing upon the avorians. He continued shooting but as he started, a single shot hit him from inside the building, "Death to the Traitor."

Heinrich then lead his men out with their rifles on the ground outside the small building, their hands in the air.

The Taiyou soldiers in the area immediately ducked when the Cybran soldier opened fire at the Volarians. Bullets flying about while the Taiyou quickly got their bearings, and began to return fire.

The rattling of Taiyou weapons followed as the lone Soldier engaged the Volarians. And even though his fellow Cybrans shot him, a flurry of Taiyou 5.7mm and 5.56mm bullets seemed to pepper and shred the lone soldier, impacting the building behind him. When he was neutralized, the Taiyou Shogunate forces moved in, and when Heinrich moved to surrender, with their weapons on the ground and hands in the air, Taiyou troops moved in on them.

One by one the Soldiers closed in on the Cybrans, while a Taiyou soldier approached.

"Hands on your head, line up against the wall on your knees!" He called out, while soldiers moved in with weapons pointed.

Loading deck of Dropship Bravo Nine,
Unknown local time,
Bearing unknown

The Honorable Diplomat, Adolf Ehrlichmann stood up as the dropship landed not too far away from the combat scene, the Wasp fighters blasting down the valley at Mach eight before they stormed back off into the area of space towards the fleet.

Ehrlichmann stood there in his smart suit and top hat, his bifocals covering his eyes as they scanned the troopers that were meant to be escorting him to the local capital. His right hand holding a smart black walking stick, the other bionic with a leather gloved hand over its parts. His face pale but ready as he climbing into the small black car and drove off the dropship, going towards the local capital.

Meanwhile, in the combat area

Heinrich grunted, telling the others to do as they were told, watching the Wasps blast overhead. They all did as they were told, Heinrich looking at what seemed to be that commander, "Greetings." He tried, "This is our mistake."

Among the approaching Taiyou were the scattering of avorians from the Volarian Guard with their weapons equally at ready.

As it became apparent that the Cybrans were surrendering Kamil took a moment to transmit brief instructions in Volarian to Tahir. "That's enough, let them pull out."

With that taken care of he paused to exchange a few words with one of the Taiyou.

"Wareware wa, ikutsu ka wa shinde imasu. Meitoriāku wa sorera o jinmon shitaideshou," he spoke in fluent Taiyou. "Otsukai no bēsu wa, sorera ga ōkina torikago ni hakobu yori mo chikaidesu," he explained.

While the pair conversed briefly, Tahir and the other avorians overhead began to rejoin with those on the ground, and as Heinrich spoke Kamil turned sharp eyes upon the Cybran. He spoke only briefly to Tahir before turning his attentions back to the Taiyou he was speaking with.

Tahir pondered Kamil's words a moment before the visor covering his tattooed face slid open. He spoke briefly to Heinrich while Kamil saw to the matter of where the prisoners would be taken. "He says a mistake is when you forget to pick up your dry cleaning. He says this isn't a mistake, and that he hopes you enjoy Taiyou hospitality." Tahir's grasp of the basic tongue was fluent and with only a light accent.

He seemed largely indifferent to the fate of the Cybrans as he moved off from the group and towards the open field where the dead avorians lay among the bits of wreckage from the ships Tahir had brought down.

"Tahir?" Kamil called out to him in avorian. "I want a salvage crew out here. Maybe we'll find something useful in the wreckage."

Tahir nodded briefly in response before the visor slid closed once more and he continued on his way towards the field.

The fleet was still repairing itself from the previous encounter. Captain Ramora Bergi of the Capital Ship Tabano, which technically made him an Admiral, observed the damage report. They were still space worthy, but they had sustained quite a bit of damage. Nothing too damning. They could still easily defend Antongrad from most threats. But, it should not be overlooked.

"Keep scanning in case we have any more contacts! I don't want to be caught off guard!"

Cybran Trader Fleet 19
Currently lost in unknown space, awaiting rescue,
Size: 25 ships,
Defence force: 4500 troopers.

'Admiral' Starship, once a famed Fleet Commmander in the Cybran Navy had offically stated he was lost in deep Hyper space before pulling the Ion drives down with the tiny fleet of trading vessels popping out a Warp hole. He glanced around looking out the windows then turned with a sigh to his comms officer, "Look for any sign of life, if not, we move on. Is the factory ship still in operation?"
"Yes sir, it is. Signs of life..." There was a pause for a few minutes before the Comms officer nodded softly, "Looks like there is life on a local planet, I think there is a fleet nearby that planet. What do you wish to do?"
"Make contact, see if we are in Cybran Space." Starship snapped before he turned to walk out the command bridge of the small vessel to go to his quarters.

The Fleet as it was moved closer towards the local populated planet, the defence troopers confused and their commander was starting to worry if there would be combat as they were no prepared for anything. But the first piece of contact was sent out in a basic binary signal for anything electrical to pick up and reply with. Any transmitter would resent the information that it received from the smaller vessels back as a sign of electronic signals, which would mean life in some way, shape or form. The signal would also alert the people onboard the ship that the small fleet were lost and needed assistance in getting back to a known position in order for the Cybran Navy to come and collect them. Many in the fleet wondered why such a once famous Admiral could get lost...

Soon, several ships came on radar. At first it worried them, but scans seemed to indicate they were more suited for transport then battle. Captain Ramora got onto the comms. "Attention unknown fleet. This is Captain Ramora of the Pandorian Alliance Desrada fleet! You are required to state your allegiance, business, fleet numbers, and status per Pandorian Alliance Parameters regarding entrance of unknown craft into Pandorian Alliance space. Do not seek combat and hostilities, or you will be fired upon".

It was common for the Pandorian Alliance captains to address with their first names. While they were allowed to do either their first name or last name, Ramora often used her first name since it just "felt easier to say". As she awaited a response, she made sure her fleet was ready in case they turned violent to try and take advantage of their weakened state. A mistake they would not make twice if they made it at all.

Starship looked at the comms officer before nodding, "Put me through." He rose to his feet, brushing down his clothes as the defence commander walked into the ships control bridge. The weapons the ship did have would not even make a scratch on the Pandorian ship as it was just simply a transport vessel. Star grunted, watching the screen as it tried to patch through. He looked at the comms officer with a groan, "Hurry up."

The comms officer swallowed and finished typing into the touchscreen and nodded, "Sir." He looked around to see all the crews eyes on Starship.

"This is Heinrich Starship, of Cybran Trader Fleet nineteen. We are looking for help in order to find our way back into Cybran National space. Over." He shut over his eyes and swayed before be gripped onto the handrail of the commander's platform. "We are trying to get home to Cybran National Space and request assistance. We have no want of starring a battle, nor do we need it."

Good. Non-Hostiles. "I see. Are you capable of sending navigational data of your space and your flight route? We can attempt to use Celestial Mapping to see if we can discern of the location your space is located in. Also, if you need any medical or mechanical assistance, we can help there as well".

Once the Cybrans were determined not to be a threat, the Pandorian aAlliance became very friendly. Not trusting enough to deactivate their weapons, but friendly enough to offer assistance. "Pull along side the Capital Ship, so transmissions will be quicker to communicate".

Damn, this could get interesting. Starship thought with a small smile on his lips. This could get him back in his job as an Admiral in the Cybran Navy sooner or later. He leaned back in his seat as he thought carefully sending another message. "Sir, of the Pandorian Alliance, I would like to offer my assistance to you in anyway possible in a way of thanks. We will send you the last known area of which we jumped out Hyperspace. I would also like to try and send a diplomat to contact your leaders. Please, we come in peace."

He turned and nodded softly to his fellow crew members, send them it and move close to their capital ship, hoping not to be fired upon. He was trying to be nice and let the Pandorian Alliance know he and 99.9% of Cybrans were in matter of fact friendly although the other races did not seem to think so.

"Our leaders reside back in the home galaxy of Pandum. However, another council has been constructed to oversee operations here, called the Expeditionary Council. They can usually be found on the planet below. The ship was escorted to space nearby the capital ship, as they began exchanging data and completing each others problems.

"Is your Hyperspace...engine is it? Is it jammed?" the Pandorian use Rifts and Wormholes, not Hyperspace. To them Hyperspace was outdated and too risky.

(sorry if its short, tired and busy)

The Cybrans had perfected the skills of Hyperspace by mixing it with Warp space, the art of doing so was risky to be put on older ships, but with the advances of Technology used by the Cybrans, it made the travel risk-free on the most part unless they entered a Hyperspace storm, which could mean the worse for most ships.

Starship swallowed, "It is the Advanced Hyperwarpspace drive. Cybran Technology, but we have no information of the local area either. Do you mind if I got a Cybran Military fleet to come and receive us?"

"So long as they keep their weapons disarmed and they do not show aggression, that is perfectly fine. Show aggression however, and they will be decimated".

the Pandorian Alliance could be considered to sending mixed signals. On one hand, they were being helpful, nice, and supportive, but on the other hand, they were clearly showing not to fuck with them, for lack of better words.

Advanced Hyperwarpspace was significantly better then Hyperspace, but Pandorian Rift Tech was still more superior. However, the Pandorians kept this under wraps for now, as they did not want to show their hand. Pandorian Rift Tech can cost up to 1 trillion dollars on the Black Market, because of its value, and because the Pandorian Alliance are very strict upon its use and deployment. They are lax with a lot of things, but Rift Tech was not one of them.