Cybran Drachen Battle Fleet's Story

The mass of Cybran Warships went back into the Hyperspace and reappeared behind, what appeared to be, attackers to the Cybran Space station. The HDS Resnao, the Capital Ship of the Drachen Fleet slowly followed behind the frigates and transports.

The space station when to battle stations as the Drachen Fleet appeared. Men and Panzer XXVIIIs were preparing for battle. "This is Battle Station Vormund, fall back or will we use force."

The Cybran Battlefleet slowly made its way towards the enemy Fleet, issuing orders to the Frigates to get into battle formation. The Fleet was almost five hundred ships strong with many being Battleships and transports. There were only three Ultra Dreadnoughts, the HDS Resnao, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka. The figfhters then launched with the proton bombs, ready to blast any ship to dust.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive rip in the space nearby, blue light bursting out of the rips as a single Ultra Dreadnought class battleship appeared from nowhere. Smaller space craft with a red triangle on each of the eight wings appeared.

The Ultra Dreadnought, also known to the crew as 'The Beast' slowly crawled forward in the space as a few smaller ships appeared. With Black Adminuim armour and the large red triangle on it's side, the HDS Resnao slowly came to a halt. The forces on the ship were ready for anything as the blackness of the space slowly appeared on the screens.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet sighed and turned to the Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura. He swallowed down the glass walkway, creating thumps on the black glass. His black leather Trench coat looked like the blackness of space itself. His black Waffen FS uniform was pressed to perfect along with the shine of his jackboots. His bionic arm gripped the handle rail as he rubbed his eye with his other hand. He stood back up to his full height of 6 foot 7 inches and looked at the Lord Admiral.

“Bestellungen sir?“ (Orders sir?) Shouted a comms officer as he pulled off his headset. His tone of voice was nervous, showing he was scared of getting the old man angry.

Lord Hindbura sighed, his bionic eye looking down at the comms officer with his other eye shut. “Holen Sie den Rest der Flotte durch,“ (Get the rest of the fleet through.) He replied calmly but in a harsh tone of voice. It was those damn Hioska and what the had done to him on his last ship.

He swallowed and turned around as the radar operator shouted out, "Kleines Schiff Kopf!" (Small ship head!)

"Lesungen?" (Readings?) Replied the Admiral. He grey uniform pressed to perfection.

"Rund um die Größe eines Interceptor. Nicht einer von uns though." (Around the size of an Interceptor. Not one of ours though.) Shouted the operator as he took his his headset.

The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into area. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into pulled out the rip in the space.. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three million miles away.

The Supreme Commander was handed a Kiso, the Cybran version of coffee. He smirked before his smiled faded. "Wo zum Teufel ist, dass der Verkehr hin?!" (Where the hell is that transport going?!) He shouted as he stormed over to the radio comms and took the headset off him.

The Fleet Admiral sighed, turning to walk back to his command chair when something hit the shields. "Was zum Teufel?" (What the fuck?)

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive rip in the space nearby, blue light bursting out of the rips as a single Ultra Dreadnought class battleship appeared from nowhere. Smaller space craft with a red triangle on each of the eight wings appeared.

The Ultra Dreadnought, also known to the crew as 'The Beast' slowly crawled forward in the space as a few smaller ships appeared. With Black Adminuim armour and the large red triangle on it's side, the HDS Resnao slowly came to a halt. The forces on the ship were ready for anything as the blackness of the space slowly appeared on the screens.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet sighed and turned to the Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura. He swallowed down the glass walkway, creating thumps on the black glass. His black leather Trench coat looked like the blackness of space itself. His black Waffen FS uniform was pressed to perfect along with the shine of his jackboots. His bionic arm gripped the handle rail as he rubbed his eye with his other hand. He stood back up to his full height of 6 foot 7 inches and looked at the Lord Admiral.

“Bestellungen sir?“ (Orders sir?) Shouted a comms officer as he pulled off his headset. His tone of voice was nervous, showing he was scared of getting the old man angry.

Lord Hindbura sighed, his bionic eye looking down at the comms officer with his other eye shut. “Holen Sie den Rest der Flotte durch,“ (Get the rest of the fleet through.) He replied calmly but in a harsh tone of voice. It was those damn Hioska and what the had done to him on his last ship.

He swallowed and turned around as the radar operator shouted out, "Kleines Schiff Kopf!" (Small ship head!)

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive rip in the space nearby, blue light bursting out of the rips as a single Ultra Dreadnought class battleship appeared from nowhere. Smaller space craft with a red triangle on each of the eight wings appeared.

The Ultra Dreadnought, also known to the crew as 'The Beast' slowly crawled forward in the space as a few smaller ships appeared. With Black Adminuim armour and the large red triangle on it's side, the HDS Resnao slowly came to a halt. The forces on the ship were ready for anything as the blackness of the space slowly appeared on the screens.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet sighed and turned to the Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura. He swallowed down the glass walkway, creating thumps on the black glass. His black leather Trench coat looked like the blackness of space itself. His black Waffen FS uniform was pressed to perfect along with the shine of his jackboots. His bionic arm gripped the handle rail as he rubbed his eye with his other hand. He stood back up to his full height of 6 foot 7 inches and looked at the Lord Admiral.

“Bestellungen sir?“ (Orders sir?) Shouted a comms officer as he pulled off his headset. His tone of voice was nervous, showing he was scared of getting the old man angry.

Lord Hindbura sighed, his bionic eye looking down at the comms officer with his other eye shut. “Holen Sie den Rest der Flotte durch,“ (Get the rest of the fleet through.) He replied calmly but in a harsh tone of voice. It was those damn Hioska and what the had done to him on his last ship.

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Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive rip in the space nearby, blue light bursting out of the rips as a single Ultra Dreadnought class battleship appeared from nowhere. Smaller space craft with a red triangle on each of the eight wings appeared.

The Ultra Dreadnought, also known to the crew as 'The Beast' slowly crawled forward in the space as a few smaller ships appeared. With Black Adminuim armour and the large red triangle on it's side, the HDS Resnao slowly came to a halt. The forces on the ship were ready for anything as the blackness of the space slowly appeared on the screens.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet sighed and turned to the Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura. He swallowed down the glass walkway, creating thumps on the black glass. His black leather Trench coat looked like the blackness of space itself. His black Waffen FS uniform was pressed to perfect along with the shine of his jackboots. His bionic arm gripped the handle rail as he rubbed his eye with his other hand. He stood back up to his full height of 6 foot 7 inches and looked at the Lord Admiral.

“Bestellungen sir?“ (Orders sir?) Shouted a comms officer as he pulled off his headset. His tone of voice was nervous, showing he was scared of getting the old man angry.

Lord Hindbura sighed, his bionic eye looking down at the comms officer with his other eye shut. “Holen Sie den Rest der Flotte durch,“ (Get the rest of the fleet through.) He replied calmly but in a harsh tone of voice. It was those damn Hioska and what the had done to him on his last ship.

The crews of the ships started to shout and swear as the ships slowly made their way forward, massive weapons ready to fire. The Cybran Nation were here to fight if needed although the politics of the region did not concern them in any way.

The Admiral of the Fleet was the first to receive the message and stood up, turning the the Supreme Commander, "Bestellungen sir?" (Orders sir?)

The huge man slowly walked towards the radio operators seat and sighed, "Setz mich auf ihren Bildschirmen." (Put me up on there screens.)

The image of the Supreme Commander slowly appeared, his black uniform with gold lining slowly coming up on screen. He had been trained in English. "Captain Vrail, this is Supreme Commander Rooseavet of the Cybran Nation. We request that you fall back to your little planet. Over."

The Admiral swallowed, barking out orders on the bridge as soldiers ran off to get ready for boarding in case something went wrong.

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As the Cybran Battlefleet entered the system from hyperspace, the ships came out in the same order as before. The forces of the Cybran fleet were close to the drop of point, Cybran Battlestation Raven Herz. Only a few thousand miles were left, the battlestation showing on the radar and on the glass windows of the HDS Resnao as the crew walked around with coffees and cups of hot liquids. For the one million man crew only five thousand engineers and four thousand normal crew members walked around the ship along with the ten thousand Super soldiers called the Draiho.

Sup. Commander Ingualt Rooseavet slowly walked into the control bridge with his hot chocolate, watching the crew do their work. It was close to midnight in Relative Cybran Standard Space time. The crew members looked out into the vast space as other ships appeared. A low sound of music came through the speakers to help the night crew stay awake.
His black uniform pressed like it always had been. Only a few Cybran's new how to do it as many were younger and there was so few. He took off his cap, heading towards the vast emptiness on the other side of the huge glass screens. He sighed, sipping his hot chocolate as a crew member walked up and stood next to him.
"Glorious, it is not?" The crew member swallowed, looking out to the green clouds of gas around the battlestation, a few stars poking out through the gas cloud. Dressed in the grey uniform of the Cybran Navy, she seemed proud, as any Cybran should be. The lighting of the ship showing half of the Supreme Commander's face.
"Yes. One can not seem to understand the Physics of Space but many of us do. It all comes down to the way people get their degrees in the many universities of the Cybran Empire. I feel, myself that we could not be any greater in our own Galaxy but here... One Battlestation." He trailed off before looking down at the crew member, his blue eyes scanning her as if she was something that she was not. He smiled slightly as he watched little displays appearing with the room temperature.

He could feel everything now, pain slowly had came back to him over the years, but pain did not matter. He was the Supreme Commander of the whole Cybran Nation. Nothing more, nothing left.
"Sir? What would happen if another Nation appeared and tried to take our Lands?" She asked calmly, glancing up at him with the feeling that he would fight till the last man.
"My father once said to me, Kathrine that... Things do not come with power. Things are what you make from the power... It took us as a Nation a good thousand years before we were able to take the next planet in the home system and expand from there. There is a point of return and a point of no return. I can not tell one from the other sometimes but, let me tell you this. I started in the Panzer divisions of Khirma, a small but city like planet. One city called the planet after many years. It is said to have took eight thousand years to get to the point it is at. I, myself am not so sure."
She nodded slightly, holding her nose. "Yeah, I know the planet you mean. I did four years as a military police officer for that planet, some scary stuff there."
"Yes. I know where the MP station is around there." He sighed before slowly nodding and looking out the window again, "When do we arrive?"
"Tomorrow I think."
"Hm, maybe I should get some sleep. Yes. I will see you tomorrow most likely."
"Yes, sir. Have a good night's rest."
"How am I meant to get on in those rock like beds." He smirked, holding back a laugh.
"Yes, I must agree. You get used to it after a while." She giggled before nodding to him and walked back to her station.

Cybran Drachen Battle Fleet The Huge Cybran Battlefleet came out of Hyperspace with its full crew doing a high alert drill. Many were running around taking arms.

The Sup. Commander, Ingualt Rooseavet swallowed, looking into the deep space as members when to battlestations. "Admiral! Why have we came out?"
"The radar spotted something I think..."
"Where?!"
"North of here Sir."
He swallowed, looking down at his uniform before storming out to the battle control centre. He was in no mood for pissing around when he had to get back home to the Cybran Nation.

"Sir! Comms!" Came a shout for the Admiral's left. he stormed down to take the headset, speaking in plain, calm, basic.
"This is the HDS Resnao of the Cybran Nation. State your intentions or face fire. Over."

A few other ships appeared around the HDS Resnao to show that it was not unprotected.
Fighters of Two-sixty-two Squadron launched, heading towards the call for help. Mainly made up of single seater Wasp Fighters, the Squadron was know in the Cybran Navy for the kills per battle with the 'Joialas'. "This is Red Two coming into range of the small ship sir, orders?"
"-Static- Scout around then wait for the order to fire."
"Sir."

The fighters went around her little ship before one did a very close flyby. "Sir, Engines still have heat."
"-Static- Hm, okay. Over."

The Admiral sighed down the mic, "Veritas, when did you're engines go out? Over."
A number of the super soldiers went to the hanger bays if she was to board.

The fighters looked at her closely, "Sir, Can you get a picture feed to me? I have signs of more single seater aircraft inbound."

Suddenly, thousands of fighters were launched, armed to the teeth in case she was the bait for something bigger, or it could be a lone pilot lost in the sea of deep space.

As the Cybran Battlefleet came into the around around the Mezzadrate system, the crew were all aware and active with the fighters getting ready to launch and the Super soldiers climbing into the transports. Most of the fleet had disappeared back to the Empire of the far reach of the universe using Hyperspace links and a few Warp Gates.

The HDS Resnao slowly moved forward with a omass of smaller ships. The other two Ultra Dreadnoughts had headed back home to refuel as the Raven Herz Battlestation did not have enough fuel for the other ships. Damn Tactical decisions of the High Navy Command. As the others appeared the guns were clam and ready just in case an attack appeared from nowhere. You could never be sure about the massive ranks of the Belkans.

Sup. Commander Ingualt Rooseavet slowly turned as the message came through. The Admiral looked over before shouting out orders in his native tongue, German.
There was mass running around of the crew members as the news came in. The officers shouting to the engineers down in the engine room.

The fighters were launched to form a line of defense around the Capital ship. The frigates and smaller vessels slowly went towards the sound of the transmission as the Radio operators of the HDS Resnao. "This is Supreme Commander Ingualt of the Cybran Battle Fleet Drachen."

Sup. Commander Ingualt Rooseavet slowly turned as the message came through. The Admiral looked over before shouting out orders in his native tongue, German.
There was mass running around of the crew members as the news came in. The officers shouting to the engineers down in the engine room.

The fighters were launched to form a line of defense around the Capital ship. The frigates and smaller vessels slowly went towards the sound of the transmission as the Radio operators of the HDS Resnao. "This is Supreme Commander Ingualt of the Cybran Battle Fleet Drachen."

"We are... Was ist es nun, Resoa? Nein! Es macht keinen Sinn darin. Wir brauchen Verbündete." (What is it now, Resoa?! No! There is no point in that. We need allies.) He said, glaring at the woman that appeared on the video feed. "Versuchen Sie zu sagen outrank mich? Ich bin der Oberbefehlshaber der Cybran Nation! Ich bin derjenige, der aus befiehlt hier!" (Are trying to say you outrank me? I am The Supreme Commander of the Cybran Nation! I am the one that gives out orders here!)

The fighters slowly moved towards the position before the leader shouted to pull them back.

Rooseavet sighed, "We are here to make peace with any one we find."

Sup. Commander Rooseavet nodded, "Where to we meet you then?" He smiled turning and being to brake out orders to his men to get four senior members of the Super Soldiers ready. He was going himself, "Will you be there?"

The group of fighters called back as he stood up and the Admiral of the Fleet appeared on the video link. "Lord Hindburg, Admiral of the Drachen Fleet." He said as he produced himself. His smart grey uniform prefect.

The Cybran Battlefleet moved towards the port of Jurallix, fighters going forwards before turning back and going around in loops for a few minutes as the mass of Cybran ships edged forwards. A solo transport slowly pulled out of the vast HDS Resnao, making its way towards the port. A squadron of ten fighters of the 1702nd Veterans Squadron followed the transport, surrounding it on all sides as they edged closer and closer.

HDS Kinso slowly came into the port a few minutes later, Rooseavet slowly got onto the small railing on the side as they entered the port, pulling up along side the port wall.
The same transport came to a halt and the doors opened, connecting it to the wall.

The group of ten Cybrans followed him to the carriage. The people outside the port were all shouting in joy as they had found they were not alone.

Rooseavet smiled, climbing inside as did the rest of the Cybrans. He looked at the King before producing a document to the kin