Terra

The code had been inputted into his highly efficient system, and decided to keep with trying to enjoy the beginning of his day the best he could, while he still had the chance. His legs carried him down the hall, canting his head side to side to observe various photographs that specked across his walls' lengths. Many a time he had to leave his memories behind, and many a time he had come back to his dwelling, to witness his past, and the events that had accumulated within it. As he entered the kitchen, the cool ceramic tiles immediately adjusted their temperature to warm the bottoms of his feet. He trekked upon the atramentous squares, almost gliding against their smoothness, but still meeting with a special adhesive that was mixed in with the chemical composure so that friction wouldn't completely escape him whenever he'd walk upon them.

The kitchen was parallel with his bedroom, and shared the wide stretching balcony, but of course with it's own entrance onto it's birth. His highly acute sight caught a silvery, peach hued blur streaking down into the trees that densely populated the abundant park of Southern Sea. It seemed as if it might have been some sort of space rock, or maybe...maybe it was a ship. The defensive Trantor Fleet had been forced to surrender, perhaps it was an escape pod from one of the ships?

Forgetting all about the supple breakfast he was going to originally prepare, he quickly grabbed a hold of a few granola bars. He knew they were a bit childish, but he couldn't resist they entrancing taste, not only that, but they were nutritious as they were delectable. Now was not the time to dwell on his food. He rushed to the elevator, pressing his thumb to the gelatinous pad so he could open the large metal sliding doors. A small needle arose from beneath the gel as it verified his print, pricking his skin just enough to draw a miniscule sample of his blood.

"Fingerprint scan, cleared. Blood test, cleared. You may now advance." The doors parted at the middle, sliding off to the sides as he practically leaped into elevator's hold. Within it's chambers was a closet, suited with liquidous refreshments that were bottled, and his flight suit. "I'd better bring along the space suit as well," he told himself, grasping the handle of a rather large case as he hefted it off the shelf, having already adorned himself in the customary flight suit.

"Beep." This sound signaled his arrival on his rooftop, and he ran out from between the doors before they fully opened themselves. He turned his head back, ushering his voice towards the mic located on the wall, "Computer, lock down the house!" The beautiful and sleek vehicle shimmered with a certain brilliance with the sunlight's warmth, he traced his tips along the handle, causing it to pop out. Turning it, the heavily layered glass opened upwards, and he leaped in, heaving the enormous case up with him and tossing it into the somewhat spacious back. His ship was as fast as the military's quickest mech, and he'd use this to speedily achieve his destination. Following the same routine with the gel pad, his ship roared to life, relying on a compact Hyper-Deuterion Nuclear Fission Reactor to power it's frame.

He eased the engine up to full power, having a basically unlimited supply of energy at his disposal, and cast it upwards as it took off, the engine turning along sturdy hinges so that it faced off the back of his ship. Wings unfolded, and his elegant jet blasted out of the vicinity of his home, armed with a single rail type of contraption, along it, 6 MMI-GAU27D 31 mm CIWS were attached. The vehicle was only capable of combat with smaller ships, making it nearly impossible to take down a mech. It's lack of power was replaced with it's superior speed, and easily able to escape from larger mechs and most definitely those enormous starships that the military of both forces used.

The radar aboard his ship spotted a single organic life form, human, or human like as confirmed by the computer, having the images matched up with countless others to define the race and origin of the blip. His ship was camouflaged from sight, the cloaking system not completely invisible but mimicking the characteristics of the chameleon to an entirely new level. His engine adjusted quickly, hovering quietly above the two figures, as he stared down identifying the allegiance of the pod that had spiraled down into Southern Sea. It was not Trantor, and thus had to be a Crimson Knight vessel. Quickly strumming in the appropriate angles, the data streamlined through the system and the railgun on the exterior of the ship adjusted, poising itself to aim at the region that the one quite devious being encompassed. "I'mma fuck this asshole up, such a shame they hadda land here, hahaha...gonna add a couple holes to his body, rather large ones at that.", the machine gun type weapon, and the massive bullets were more than enough to disperse the single entity that was unlucky enough to crash land so near to him.

IC: A plain, thin wooden staff with a crooked top clapped the steel floor of the Flagship, "Sparta" as Enoichi walked about his room, gathering things for the event. The tall figure was decked out in a terra cota shawl and with a long, multi-layered skirt, as long flowwing tabbards of the same color hung from his shoulders. He reached out a black furred paw and snatched up his Javanese Keris which he fit into a wide orange sash, the assymetrical scabbard ran up along the right side of his back, held in place by all the layers of woven material. He picked up a small assortment of various bottles and rolled up parchments which he placed into the many folds of his clothing.

The figure sat down on a bed with a sigh, his taught black lips curled into what looked like a peaceful smile as his amber eyes gazed up and the drab ceiling. He began panting, hoping to get outside and rest a bit on the ground, maybe see what this new planet looked like, and oh yeah.. there was a fight wasn't there. He took out a tortoise shell comb and began brushing the bright orange fur of his three bushy tails. A plate was sat beside his bed covered in apples and berries with a couple chicken eggs. He fit a few berries between the front fangs of his thin muzzle and tilted his head back as he grabbed a chicken egg. He cracked it with his grip and pressed his lips against the shell to catch the prize inside. He replaced the shell on the plate only after licking the inside, and his fingers, clean.

The old fox combed the fur on his head, straightening the orange and white hairs of his face with padded palms, before deciding that he should go and check on what everyone else is doing. A mostly clear ball of quartz lifted itself out of a closet and floated over to him, hovering just behind his right shoulder.

He placed a hand against the headboard of the bed and the other on his walking stick as he rose to his feet. The staff clapped against the cold steel floor as his old, inverted knees slowly took him towards the door, thick black claws clicking all the way.

As the door opened a memory flashed through his mind, it was the time when he was with RIka during the war on Heaven's Resistance. The two of them ended up in the middle of the desert, in a magically constructed, air conditioned, gazebo, drinking tea. They only went back to the site of the "war" when all was said and done to snag the defending base's hot chocolate.

The fox let out a quick giggle, seemingly without reason just as two crewmembers passed by, staring at him but not breaking stride.

((OOC: Pic of Hayatoru: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/Hayatoru/img_0022.jpg ))

It was always important to have one's personal space.

Of course, when you often only come up to the knees of a person, its hard to get that space- often due to being kicked around. And that was what exactly was happening aboard the Sparta- troops, soldiers running around like crazypeople, albeit regimented crazypeople, but still with enough chaos to deprive the Tarutaru of his personal space. He gave a light, childish-sounding yelp as he was floored by the butt of a gun hanging too low on a passerby.

Never fails. Ever. He thought to himself, before standing up. Rather then follow the hordes off into the next no-doubt-cluttered hallway, he beelined for a windowport at a removed corner of the hallway. Leaning against the clear glass, he stared downwards at the planetary surface under him, eyes half-closed in his typical style. A smile graced his lips- for his childish physique, he seemed to be eerily serious most of the time.

"The ground is nice here...Shame it will be bloodied so soon." His smile twisted into a bitter smirk as his gloved hand reached down to grasp the pearl-white pommel of his rapier. As much as he loved that sword, physical combat was not his specialty. It was rather hard to be a battle-hardened warrior when some swords were bigger than your whole body. Regardless, though, to compensate for his size, he definately had..advantages of his own.

The ground here reminded him of that. It reminded him too much of home, too much of his exile, how he didn't really fit in. Even with all his time in the Crimson Knights he never was really part of a team. He had no friends...But it was probably for the best. The less friends, the less you recived suggestions to play football with the midget of the group.

Ah well. Shrugging a little, he turned and left the window, walking slowly down another hall of the flagship, the lights dimming as he reached the departure area. A silent chuckle parted his lips as battle orders were shouted...He didn't need to pay attention, he knew the drill. His right hand loosened, raising to his face a small, purple shard of crystal, glowing ominously along his face.

Oh yes. There will be blood.

Falling behind intentionally a man of his early 20s unwillingly drudging along the hallways of the ship, Sparta. Rasler Virian isn't your typical soldier--It isn't because he is a unique human who possesses magical abilities over elements or the fact he can summon a guardian to aid him--Rasler isn't your typical soldier because he has no reason to be in the war, or any type of battle. He doesn't fight for glory, or family, or a loved one. He fights simply because there isn't anything else to do at the time. It doesn't matter who his opponent is or what they have done to deserve the death they have coming to them, the only thing Rasler needs his the waving hand of his commanding officer and it's go time. That's just the kind of person he is.

The two crewmembers that had passed him moments ago had soon after passed a certain member of the ship that Rasler has taken interest in. He scratches the top of his head, the short and spikey lime green hair shifts under his gloved finger tips. He would bother to fix it but really, it wouldn't do any good. His hair is and always will have a natural messy look to it. No matter how hard or often he brushes his hair it seems to have a mind of it's own and grows every which way. "Hey." Rasler says half-heartedly to the tall fox humanoid before him, a yawn attempting to break through his fingers as he brings his hand up to block his mouth.

::So everybody knows, this section of my post is done where my last post-marker was. I had made a rather large mistake and instead of scratching the post I had left it, so I had a marker to show where this part goes.::

Several of the shots from his barrage had managed to strike the thing, but it refused to die. It wormed around still, and got a better grasp of the ship, which was now close to the explosion time as is. He watched with a half-dreamy gaze until being snapped awake by the jettisoning of all the escape pods. They made it out safely, and Zephyr's, too, launched.

"Fireworks..." A sinister smirk passed his lips as the ship was swiftly ignited with a huge explosion of burning red flames. It's explosive force was slightly less then two kilotons, by itself. However the thousand and thousand of missiles were also included in the powerful bang, increasing the output by several thousand times. The power was rivaling that of an exploding sun, mainly with the essence of being trapped and compressed by a powerful Anti-terror field produced by the Prophet.

A second smirk passed his face as he watched an object fly through space, which resembled something horridly close to what he had destroyed before, what they called a "Gundam". Perhaps this is the one that escaped? Or it could just be another worthless heap, like the first- like the Justice. However it had soon dawned on Gaël that was where a Crimson Knight had landed.

"Hmm, thats a guy I wouldn't mind meeting. His sanity seems to rival mine, but there is only enough for one of us. I'll have to show him a lesson before he tries to steal MY fucking way of life. God damn bastards going to die, and I'm going to spill his blood aaaaaaaaaaall over the planet until he stops bleeding." A small pair of ear-phones quickly pressed up against his ears and the sounds of 'Beethoven's Ninth Symphony' filled the cock-pit of the Prophet.



"Seems I've gotten to the surface one-way or another. Status report of all members of my SC ship." Zephyr listened in to the answers from the various units before nodding to himself with relief. Being as close to the city as he was he had started to make way to it, staying in the most well-protected areas around.


-=-=-::And this is where my post is currently, thus for your actions up until my last post are counted in this section. ::-=-=-

"Come on, prophet. Lets go save the fool so I can kill that mech. Would you like to do it yourself, this time? I won't stop you, I'm slightly tired so I will rest now. Wake me before his blood is released, though." He smiled as he closed his eyes and laid his head back. A mental connection being placed between the Angels (Prophet's) own brain and Gaël's. He sped off.

Moments before he had made it to the area the Prophets lasers released a line of fire, effectively removing any damaging shots from striking the human fighter. The guns didn't cease firing, and the Prophet was in between the oncoming weapon fire and the human on the ground. The weapon fire's speed wasn't much different from normal ones, but the Prophets shielding was much more powerful then anything this could grab. Even his very own Lohengrin would have little effect on the powerful Anti-Terror Field.

The Prophet had let loose an ear-splitting screech before dashing directly up the line-of-fire. Another screech resonated from the head-area of the Prophet, Angel communication, it would seem.

"Worthless, Prophet. Your supposed to say worthless before killing, not hey. Or in your case weak, or pathetic. If your in a battle you don't talk to the foes as friends you kill them. You kill anybody- even if not in battle."



::Alright, wrapping this post up, I'll explain it in a nutshell. Prophet has the most powerful Anti-Terror Field producable. Any normal shot will have NO effect on it. It's a spiritual barrier given physical form, thus for only other spiritual powers in the spiritual plain can affect it. Have fun~::

Enoichi watched the floor as he was just trying to remember whether or not there was any plan for the upcoming battle, or more importantly if there were any sort of strange expectations of him. No, he was really called in last minute here, no details where given about even the terrain where the fight was taking place. His was leaning on his staff and plodding slowly down the hall when he heard a voice. He looked up to see a young man with messy green hair standing before him.

"Oh, hello." He said, trying to remember the man's name. Enoichi had always been a popular figure among the knights, the only true wizard that they had, he knew that he stood out pretty well, always getting special missions and often teaching classes. But as far as he could remember he had never trained the man before him nor gone off to accomplish some alterior objective with him... what was his name, what was his name... Oh well, maybe it would be better to steer the conversation away from names.

"So, what are your plans for later on today?" He blurted out, hoping to get the conversation towards finding himself a new partner/guardian before he actually steps outside of the ship. But not wanting to ramble on to someone who so far has simply greeted him. Yes, "what are you plans for later on today?" was a perfect line, now he didn't come across as looking desperate.

Zeke turned around, startled to see a mech which was aiming at him get shot by lasers of another incoming mech. He hadn’t even noticed the first mech but he couldn’t help but wonder if Vegna had, he knew that very little ever escaped Vegna.

“Whatever this ain’t the time to worry ‘bout this, I have to get out of here”

Zeke turned away from the mech fight, something he would not have done if one of the mechs was not trying to kill him because this was the first time he had ever seen a mech let alone a mech fight. Vegna didn’t even so much as giggle in Zeke’s mind, this sent a shiver down Zeke’s back as Vegna usually revels in his near death experiences and normally jumps in if he was in extreme danger and this time was the closest Zeke had gotten to dinning with death. Zeke turned back one more time to see the mechs fighting, he had cleared some distance now but he could still she them quite clearly due to their sheer size.

“Amazing...Vegna? You in there?"

“Yeah, what do ya want?"

“Did you know that mech was gonna shoot me down?"

“Maybe...Maybe not, I got a lot on my mind kid, leave me alone”

Zeke was shocked by what he heard, but tried to ignore it as he came close to the city.

Rasler's dull green eyes are a perfect match for his hair and facial structure. Though it is odd for a person to be born with such genetics, this man seems to make it work. He walks up to the side of the fox human, but doesn't get too close out of respect not fear, and looks up to his animalistic eyes.

"Hopefully nothing, sir." He nods with a gentle smile of boredom. "But I have been called onto to this ship, so... I suppose my plans are obvious." A slight nervous chuckle runs from his thin pale red lips.

"The events unfolding before the very eyes of the abomination were enough send chills down his spine, examining the situation with his crimson eye. Everything was starting to tint the once blue skies in a yellowish explosion streaked in orange.. ready to engulf what had been guarding Terra throughout all the chaos. This was something he absolutely would not tolerate.. as well the subconscious entities living inside the secondary plane which he was about to access; and protect Agron with.

An incredibly loud buzzing sound engulfed the area in an instant, giving off massive bursts of electrical energy, tearing open the portal which lead to the dark realm. Nothing could be seen except the light given off by the charges being twisted and contorted due to pitch-black, gelatinous composition of this unknown 'realm'. It released a viscous substance upon the lower half of the previously formed pillar. The drones which had escaped from the ship just prior took on the very same coat; their runes activating as they came into contact with the material.

As soon as the explosion reached the bottom of the pillar, Agron had been coated along the bottom with this metaphysical material, protecting him from the after-math of the explosion. He lost a portion of his body to the inferno, however it would quickly be replaced soon enough.

After the fires subsided, the dark substance which had surrounded Agron began to compress, and the runes along the drones which had been released began to give off a red aura, locking onto the location of arcane project Xelas AF364j5. All this information had been accumulated from the previous conflict known as The Borrower, utilizing a power similar to what Agron had come into contact with during his previous encounter with the project.

Alucroas let out a commanding roar, combined with the ferocity of an ear-piercing shriek. And the substance responded, warping them 500 feet above the surface of Luna: one of Terra's moons located just 10,000 miles from the planet. Alucroas emerged through the very same portal which was widening to accomodate more room, releasing Agron from its hold, gently releasing them onto the surface twenty feet away from where Xelas had been situated.

They had met up, and Alucroas let out a brief gargle from his vocal chords, releasing a small electrical burst of energy which traveled all the way from the moon and to the abandoned space-craft, which Ryand had left over. For the time being, Alucroas merely hunched down on its stomach, waiting for the project to show some signs of life while Agron absorbed a large portion of the rocks on the moon, forming a massive forty foot tall being making his way back to Alucroas' position and standing there, stoically and observing the figure as well."

A crew that would force one to turn the hands of time itself, that would change history, literally. A team that would be assembled from the darkest and brightest contrasts of the universe.

In a world of war and gunfire an peculiar adolescent catboy sat perched atop his superiors chair with a boyish grin across his effeminant face. The majors' face twisted and contorted in ways not meant to be as his body changed shape and size, becoming more slender and more pale. A boy with the mind of a child merely seeked what was 'fun' or his idea of "entertainment". He only wanted to play a game, and a game would be what was granted to him, one unlike any other. The pale man sitting in the throne spoke up to the catboy. "All the fun to be had is not here. Travel with me and I may show you where the true battle lies." The boy hopped off the chair, dusting off his adolf-youth outfit, adjusting the band with the swastika on it.

"Meh, what kind of battle?" He queried, it seemed that the old saying curiousity killed the cat was applicable.

"One unlike anything you've ever seen.." Said the dark figure, "I have use for your abilities. Join me and we can skew the settings of the universe, not just europe."

The boy's ears perked up as if he had heard an incentive worth working for. The duality of the boy was easily distinguished, his personality was a polar opposite to his true being: naive as he was he had seen such catastrophe everywhere, and even had an ideal of what he was talking about, though he put minimal thought into it. He had been used as a tool for most of his life and he would continue to be as such to this moment.

"Okay." He said.

And in a wisp of black smoke they were gone.

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Lucious foliage twisted upon each other as a single idealistic fellow sat atop a rock in a state of what seemed to be deep meditation. He was dressed in common edo-period garb, his legs folded across each other, eyes shut. His dark hair tied back, with the exception of his sideburns and bangs. His eyes opened and immediately he spoke:

"Who's there."

"A friend."

The japanese man slowly closed his eyes, "Welcome, friend." He stated. Though he was still fully aware of his surroundings. The sound of the waterfall in the background steadied his nerves and seemed to wash his care away just as steadily as it eroded the very rocks it ran over. "I have use for you," Stated the dark figure. "Come with me."
At the demands of the shrouded fellow the ninja did not comply. "I have much matters to attend to here, as soon as I finish with this I am going to resolve matters between my clan. I am afraid I cannot aide you."

There was an awkward silence between the two and then the silhouette spoke, "There is a difference between the inability to... and the lack of proper motivation to.." The man was silent. His response stood firm. "The stone erodes to the water, the only factor is time. If even a massive falls like this can grind away over the years, then so may you." Nothing, there was still silence.

"I detest such measures to accomplish my goals for someone who is an ally... but I am afraid I must resort to force." The shade said.

Almost instantaneous with his speech the Japanese man hopped to his feet, flipping off the slippery stone with unerring grace, he threw what looked like a small wakizashi at the shadow, tendrils of darkness seeped out from the long flowing shadow, they reached up catching and entwineing the blade without the physical form of the figure making any sort of motion. He then threw it back, his motive was intensely violent, his eyes glazed over as he set forth proper defenses.

Before the blade even left the shade's hands the Japanese man's eyes opened wide, a dark, violent green hue surrounded with rings of yellow glared back at the shadow. "You will do no such thing.." He spoke. He reflected the malice of the man directly back at him. There was something wrong, though. When he looked at the man and opened his eyes he only saw the image of all of his clan being forced to kill themselves similar to what his own doujutsu was doing. He gaped in disbelief as he watched what was happening, then turned his head away, closing his eyes.

"Futile." It seemed like the devil, himself spoke. "Do not mourn, I have yet to kill your precious kin; though you will do what I say or I will make this a reality."

The man hesitated in his assault. "Stop, I will join you, there is no need for such extremes."

Within the shade of the trees a large grin was seen, with deep red eyes. "Perfect..." said the voice, which deeply resonated.

Then, just as before, they were gone in a wisp of black smoke.

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All my preparations have been set, now is the time of my triumph.

The three of them were only left in darkness, though it was liveable. Bewilderment washed away from their frames as the shade spoke. "Allow me to introduce myself."

"You may call me Magnus." He said. A faint light began to shine within the room they were in, technology they had never witnessed before was set in front of them, a sleek design to the inside. There stood the catboy and the ninja in front of him, Magnus seated in a rather ornate throne he notioned to two spots in front of him, one for the neko the other for the ninja, respectively for their positions.

What looked like some sort of tube used to preserve someone or recuperate them was in spot of the catboy, and he stepped inside of it. "Xelas" the dark figure had and the response was the door to the tube immediately shut in front of him, causing him to jump. The chamber filled with a water-like substance as a mask came over his face, connected to tubes which were suspended atop the chamber. Small wires came and attacked to where was assumed to be major arteries of the catboy, presumptuous as it was, it was declared his anatomy would be the same, prior to the connection of the little suction cups. A sedative seemed to be filled within the fluids because after a few moments of writhing the boy stopped moving completely.

Magnus looked from him to the man, then pointed over towards what looked like a stool, with a panel in front of it, and some sort of helmut suspended above it. He complied and sat in the stool, the visor and helmut lowering in front of him as he placed it atop his head folding the front over his eyes, which forced his eyes into that unnatural state that he had previously manifested when he assaulted Magnus.

"Now.. to assemble the fleet." He said, the second flagship was on their way, recently had he communicated with the leader of Dreadnaught, and though they weren't as primitive as he had thought, he was still far more clever than they.

Their location now was literaly inside Arcane Project 5.

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From the outside it seemed like an ordinary celestial body; hidden deep within it was those three who would perform their raid. Fissures cracked at the surface intricacies were formed within the arcane project at an unprecedented speed. Nearly-instantaneously the ship was crafted out of the solid alloys available and formed meticulously. Every angle accounted for and every function of the ship seeming to take a point of self-reparation. Light dawned down on them on the deck as Magnus viewed the screen in front of him getting a clear view of space from the surface where they were.

"Charge the thrusters, put power at 30%." He said, speaking to a member of the crew that didn't seem to exist. Then at the backwards thrusters a massive collection of energy piled within the core. The ship rattled at the end as the orb of energy got more massive, quickly. A voice overhead spoke within an accumulation of tones, some which weren't even comprehensible, few which were english, oddly Magnus understood it with little difficulty he perceived "Power at 5%, 10%, 15%," Meanwhile the fissures upon the surface intensified, opening wide down to the very core of the celestial body. "20%, 25%" Light filled the crevices as rock and debris shook off loose ends. "27%.." The ravines that were formed split like open sores "30%"

A series of incomprehensible sounds passed over head as the level of energy had been fulfilled. The cracks in the moon split apart and a blinding light shone from the crevices everything rattled as the very surface of the sphere shone with an illuminated hue, it rocked violently as the thrusters pushed off at 30% power and then the explosive release of the gathered energy was enough to push the already weakened state of mass into an explosion that seperated the various pieces hurling them off into the vacuum of space with a blinding light and a massive 'bang'. The forward push rocked Magnus back in his seat momentarily but freed his ship of the moon, allowing xelas to freely act now without constraints in movement.

"Auto-amplification defense module engaged." He left his other defenses to his two crew members he had acquired. As the hull began to sleek over gaining a quicksilver appearance to the large titanic ship. On one of the screens he viewed his second ship was en route for backup and would assume formation with him as soon as it caught up. He viewed all signs on his ship as the qualities of xelas seemed to be rampant around every aspect of the ship.

OOC: on my vaction, and I see a super mecha? My a man can't get some rest![OOC]

The Earth Cradle's base sensors sounded an alert. "Code blue! There is an AT field in the area! Call anti Eva operations! Magical shojou is requested!"

The officers of the TSAB ran to the Main ops room. The view of bridge officers filled the air with a dark tebsion. Inside the prep room, two young women were getting ready to battle the apparent "angel" class being. "Nanoha-chan, we have to set up! Our mecha are waiting!" Nanoha placed her staff down, finishing her transformation. She was wearing a fairly bright outfit, resembling the older United States Navy uniform, and she had a pink and yellow staff, with a dagger point at the headm "Raging Heart, let's go, Fate-chan is waiting," and as she called, the staff's red core crystal glew. Her magical Gundam rose from the hangar, the Hi-Nu waiting for its mistress.

"Fleet inbound! Class Organic! Activate GN and Photonic Shields!" The Trantor fleet assumed the three dimensonal sphere formation, preparing for space warfare. Fighter wings flew alert, while mass production super robos waited, their Hot Blood and Guts systems waiting for first strikes.

[OOC]I am on my celluar phone machine. Pardon any poor spelling, posts are an all organic product.

The interior décor of the giant Super-Carrier class Starship was even more curious than its outer surface, strange green lights surging throughout the walls, floor and ceiling like veins pulsing. Ryand found himself in but one of Hangar Blocks onboard the Imperial Flagship, a series of space operational FAFNIR Units docked in maintenance terminals on standby, with their pilots patiently waiting at the ready to jump in at any time. It was then that a few soldiers showed up, dressed in the standard tanish uniforms with full body armor. They each wore helmets with face masks which obscured their visage, the one man among them speaking through a speaker built into it.

“We shall escort you to the bridge. Please come with us.” Despite the circumstances here, the soldier appeared to be quite friendly to the so called captive. Likely raising even Ryand’s eyebrow, the guards didn’t make any attempt to use restraints on the man, expecting him to simply comply. Leading the prisoner away from his craft, an odd blue light was released from the floor underneath of the Veritech, totally encasing it within what appeared to be some sort of barrier field. In a flash, the fighter ship vanished into thin air, leaving nothing left of it behind in the vast hangar…

Meanwhile, back on the Command Bridge…

“Ma’am, our sensors are reading movement within the wave. Another fleet is enroute to our location from outside the perimeter. ETA in ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five…”
“Hmm? Wonder who these guys could be.”
“Probably the ones coming to pick-up the evacuees” the female Dragon took a bite of some rock candy sitting on the counter with a loud crunch. When the Eltreum emerged along with its legion of escort vessels, a large monitor manifested in the center of the expansive bridge, displaying the Trantor Forces upon it as the voice began to speak out to them, and not too friendly either.
“Is this guy really serious?” Aeon just sort of choked on her candy as she began to laugh inwardly to herself.
“I guess he is. Yet still, I find it arrogant of them to try demanding things of us, considering they have no idea what we’re capable of. Judging by the data collected from the previous engagement, we are the ones with the advantage from a tactical standpoint.”
“Open a link with their lead ship.”
“Yes ma’am, just a moment… Connected.”
“Attention, Trantor Forces. This is the Grand General of the Imperial Military Forces, and Chief Commander of the SOF Crimson Knights of the Aesir Empire, Aeon Ergo. I have personally come to oversee the surrender of Fleet Commander Ryand and his men, which by all rights, could have just been destroyed by now and sent back to your superiors as space dust. The Trantor Alliance has gotten in the way of an SOF Operation taking place on New Terra, and as such, are seen as the aggressors here for sticking their noses in where it doesn’t belong. We were under no obligation to accept a surrender of any kind, and it is by my decision alone that their entire force was not obliterated. So, now that this has been explained, I suggest you pick up the evacuated personnel of the surrendered ships and leave here post haste, unless you fancy being added to Trantor’s casualties.”
“Sir, a small craft is approaching from New Terra” one of the female operators announced with an emotionless expression. Admiral Brigtide glanced over the smaller display on the console in front of Aeon, who was too lazy to look at it herself.
“Looks to be a private civilian ship of some nature.”
“Scanners indicate that the craft is armed for combat, but its weapon systems appear to be offline.”
“Let it pass unharmed. Send it a message giving it permission to move through our fleet, and that we’ll offer it safe passage.”
“Understood. Transmission sent. Orders received by the rest of the fleet.”
“Good. We can’t allow innocent civilians to get mixed up in these kinds of things.”

It was around this time that the doors in back of the bridge slid open, revealing Commander Ryand and his escort. The soldiers unexpectedly left him there, walking away as the doors closed behind him. Aeon turned her head to notice the man, turning the chair somewhat so as to look at him. “My, what good timing you have. You better try talking to these morons” she greeted him with an annoyed grin as the General pointed up at the giant monitor showing this new fleet’s leader. Admiral Brigtide gave a casual wave to Ryand before crossing his muscular arms again as he explained the situation.

“These people claim to be associated with the same military as you, and are demanding that our prisoners be returned and your surrender be rescinded. They have also threatened to use deadly force if their demands are not met. It would be best if you tried to speak to them about this matter. Otherwise, we may be forced to take things into our own hands.”
“At this point, I don’t really care anymore. Hey, send a message back to Ashrum to have them get the Courier System ready to be used. If they show any signs of mounting any sort of attack, they’ll be sorry they ever came here.”
“Understood, ma’am. Orders sent. Trantor Fleet Dimensional Coordinates sent. Received.”

All the while, elsewhere onboard the Sparta, a young girl with short blue hair could be seen riding through the halls on what looked to be a pair of roller blades. Rika came to a stop when she saw Eno chatting with another Crimson Knight, waving her arms as she shouted out to him. Swiftly, the woman rushed over and tackled the foxy Faith Chanter, clinging onto him while smiling at full blast, a pleasant sight reminiscent of a field of flowers blooming in spring.

“ENO! Yay-hay! I missed you!” the rambunctious girl laughed out, nuzzling against his fur. She hadn’t seen him ever since they got separated from each other the Egressues Military Port Station back at Babylon City.

OOC : Alright, it's been three days. The notice was posted on Tuesday, today is Friday. The honorable Sugar Cube and Zeza, your posts are being ignored. Also, Sugar Cube you would have killed Zeza if your post held any valid actions in the first place, since you were shooting off enormous amounts of energy, and I was supposedly in a mech with a nuclear fission powering it.

But none of this is true, since I was in a ship, that resembles a jet in some ways, except with a rotating engine, to hover and/or to fly as a normal jet plane would. And Sugar Cube was in space to begin with, so the time frame, and location of Sugar Cube was simply not in the realm of possbility of achieving a one hit, god mod kill.

IC : Baptista was staring down upon the man, his chameleon like camouflage blocking the ship's true location from the naked eye's view. He was nervous, but only because it seemed down right malicious to simply dispose of a single person without so much as a worthy notice. But this was war, and he would try to remain imperturbable when faced with such honor lacking situations. Had the man been armed, he might have taken some joy in the murder he was about to commit, but sadly, he was not.

Double checking the angle at which the rail was set, he made sure all systems were a go before placing his hands onto the trigger stick. It was a simple enough device, joystick and a trigger, unfolded from beneath his comforting, leather bound seat. He stared down once more, and then turned his attention upon the monitor, locking on to the source of life below him, just standing there, literally unawares of the most likely immediate death that was about to rush down upon him.

"Click," his finger pressed down onto the trigger button, an electronic pulse shooting through the wiring and signaling the rail gun to commence it's downpour of immense slugs into the unnamed Crimson Knight. In his mind, he named the man, briefly parting lips, "Sorry there Ignotus, it's a shame we couldn't have done battle on equal grounds..." His words flowed from his moistened lips, harmonious in their passage, and ending just as the bullets pummeled, and dilapidated his helpless figure. At such a range, and such a speed, while being unsuited to defend himself against mech hull piercing rounds, the target would certainly meet Fate. Hopefully Fate would grant him a just passage into the after life, and exalt him with a ceremony that would bring jealously to even a King.

The man's life would most likely be completely extinguished, and his body, frazzled and torn beyond anyone's capability of recognition. Such a brutal murder caused him to shiver, taking into account the love of war, he wished there had been more of a battle. But not everything could be equitable, the bittersweet blotch that soaked into Gaia's hazel hue proved that much. Shaking his head, clearing it of all depressing thought, he regained his normal sense of pride and livelihood. "Tch, it was a shame, but it hadda be done. The fucker shouldn't have landed so close to me, perhaps I wouldn't have noticed...Ah well, just another casualty of war, the opposition is going to be facing countless more of those if they dare to cross me, those ignorant god complexed bastards, fuckers like them always die in the end. No skill, only a false sense of hope, all based on an opinion of who has the bigger dick."

His solitary speech had caused him to chuckle, the sound of his laughter echoing in the hollowed out cavern of the cockpit, "Now then, I guess I should join the Hiryu incase those assholes choose to attack a ship filled with civilians, I wouldn't count them out on it." Fingers quickly stretched across to the panel before him, plugging in the location with a hurried composure, face contorted in concentration so as to not create any mistakes that may delay his venture of aid to the ones who needed it most. "Well, time to resume what I was doing...," and his engine rotated on it's axis once more, flaring to life without the emotion of any disturbing sound. All that came from it was a brilliant light, transplendent in it's shimmering life that grasped at the air it singed. His path was set, and his resolve was stronger now that he had dispatched one of the enemy, but it was only one out of thousands, perhaps even millions, he was still unawares of the numbers possessed by the opposition. With an alacritous velocity, his vessel propelled itself towards it's worthy destination, unseen, without any reason to be, and with sturdy disposition.

At a point set somewhat at the crux of a ninety degree angle between the Aesir fleet commanded by the Sparta and the planet of New Terra itself, there emerged an anomaly. For an instant, the fabric of the dimensions seemed to almost... vibrate. And then, sparing but half an instant for anyone to notice the anomaly, a ship slid forth into the space surrounding New Terra, like some mammoth blade sliding piercing through from the other side of a length of fabric, only this particular blade left no hole behind to mark where it had come from and was known by the name of the MCS San Rafael.

The captain's voice hammered through the bridge, his traditional gruff demeanor and exuberant orders nothing new to his practiced and accomplished crew. Half of the man's commands had already been carried out, and the other half were in the process.

"All shields at maximum, hail the Sparta and let her know we're on scene and that we've got a Storm Rider with us. Give the commander some stats on what we're packing here as well, and by all the GODS get the Quantum Drive activ until I say otherwise!"

Even as the transmissions were being tight beamed across to the Aesir fleet, and more spcifically to the Sparta command ship herself, the San Rafael took on a distinctly translucent appearance as the Quantum Drive engaged. In the instant of its activation the San Rafael and everything onboard dipped into a lower quantum state of existence, partially removing them from the reality currently occupied by the warring fleets. While they were still able to communicate and utilize sensory systems, physically they would be wholly untouchable. Of course they woulndn't be able to touch anyone else either, but for the moment they didn't have any reason to do so. For a brief instant, anyways, things looked to be in the midst of a brief but tense standoff.

"Scan for any distress beacons, any IFF. First and foremost I want to make sure there aren't any people floating around waiting to be picked up or blown apart."

Commander Reia Talen's smooth voice was a distinct counter to the captain's, Meridian's chief military officer making it clear that her priorities here were first and foremost the safety and health of those involved, and an effort to minimize casualties on both sides.


[OOC: Ok, if anyone would like information on my ships, people, or anything else in the post feel free to ask.

As far as what just occurred in the post above, I would like to ask that post to be fixed. It is incredibly unsportsmanlike and incredibly asinine to attempt to automatically kill off someone's character based on the fact that you don't think they should have been able to do what they did. Particularly when the mistake made, if there was one, would have been made by Sugarcube, and not Zeza. Killing his character in that manner is not acceptable in any degree.]

::Read this shit, you ignorant bastard. Learn to fucking read shit before you accuse people of godmodding. It's noobs like you that give me a headache of god-damn wars. If you want to farther discuss this shit speak to Jii, I'm tired of discussing shit with people that contradict themself.::

Gaël just stood their. The Angel's head already knew where the cloaked ship was, he wanted to watch the expression when the shots fired just fell to the ground as the extended AT-Field blocked the incoming fire to the ground human.

"To fucking weak. And I was expecting something from you bunch of fuckers. Tell your commanders that they better get better weapons to fight me next time, 'cause I will come back. And heres a present."

Gaëls "Anubis" weapon quickly fired a beam of light which was neigh dodgeable, mainly from a jet. The AT-Field protecting the human on the ground was released and the Prophet let loose a screech before the object transformed into a different form, not quiet like anything else. It quickly went off, speeding faster then sound, as it ripped right through the atmosphere and into space.

"I fucking expect better next time!"


::Now that your machine is dead I'll go ahead and drop the Prophet out of this war since all your people know how to do is whine god. Good luck dodging something that moves the speed of light.::



<Zephyr>
"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death.

He waited on the outskirts of Wing city, their was nothing they could do without risking innocent lives.

::Editing Zephyr's section to state which city he, and the other CKers, are at.::

OOC: I can't leave you bastards alone, can I? Well, I'll show you all the power of Magical Shoju!

The Hi Nu took off from the inner launch tunnel, traveling at speeds resembling an Evangelion takeoff. Commander Shinji Ikari looked on the Earth Cradle's sensors. "Just like the old days..." He muttered, while Fate's custom Dynamic General Guardian, Deathcythe @, was moved to launch tunnel 2. "Launch Fate! Get the fleet on the con, warn them that this fleet has Class 9 super weapons, and get Subaru in GaoFighGar! We need all the super and magic we can muster!" The chief bridge commander noded, her pale blue eyes glowing as she activated the magnetic assist console.

In the launch bay of the space cradle, Admaral Hayate looked at her naviscreen. With the sphere formation, it would take a power equal to a small sector Q to defeat the sheer asbortion of the general walls. She smiled, taking the message to the alien fleet. "Listen. Our shields can handle any attack, even your trans phasing shield busters. You aren't the only research group with super science. Hell, why come to a fight, but if you want one..." The other command officers shouted in unison "We will show you the power of commerce!"

"Vita..." Subaru shighed as she touched the side of GaoFighGar, the sheer raw magic in the mech nearly overpowering her. "I know, its a lot, but think, your brother would be proud..." She wiped a tear from her eye, as the short, permantly lolified Sub Commander turned to the young teenager. "Now go, and Tia will be in the Victory, so all of you, fight, and win, for Free Trade!" "For trade!" She shouted, jumping into the Super Robot's cockpit. "Subaru Nakjima, pilot of GaoFighGar, requesting launch on pad 9!" Shinji nodded, as Askua simply shouted to the rest of the Ops room "Come on, honey just asked for a launch, let's show him how we do it!" The crew nodded, ordering and adjusting the path of electrons into the massive elevator system. Subaru reeled at the g forces, as she was launched from the massive mountaion, forming up with the other Magical Girls. The hi nu and DGG waited for GaoFighGar, as Tia looked at the other three. "Subaru-sama is ready... I am her gun..." The customized Victory Gundam aimed at the massive phrophet, charging a combination of magic, Mega-Beam, GN, and Getter particles at the Phrophet, the combined blast taking down the AT Field from several miles away. "Just like the Angel of Retangles... Trans
Am on reserve... Nanoha, Fate, Subaru, go, finish the mecha!"

"Heh... They will fight, for this little world..." He said, as the escape pods drifted back to the ships, several pilots using the newly freed airwaves to restart the Starships. The SDF-1 suddenly booted up, and assumed a protective postion around the escape pods, its Spiral power online. The other transports flew towards the Sphere formation, scrambling jammers, and activating shields. The SDF then activated its tractor field, dragging more crew into its bays. The scene was set for the battle of New Terra. The galactic record would note this, for good or ill.OOC: I return to USA Sunday, at what, 12 midnight, so don't expect me back till Monday. This will be fun.

::You have just god-modded the Prophet, Ryand. I'm not asking for you to edit it. In fact I'm going to totally blow your fucking mechs out of the space. Remember, you did this to yourself by striking retreating Prophet.::

The prophets engines quickly roared on once again as a super-speedy burst of energy propelled the Angel forward.

"And I was fucking tryin' to be nice and let you fuckers live! I'll fucking show you, you fucking bitch!" Gaëls right hand smashed into a small button on the side of the cock-pit. As the spring beneath the object was pushed down it forced a small plate to slide and clash with an object, activating the Restraint Release function of the Angel.

"I'll fucking make you bleed, bitch!" The thick armors of the Prophet quickly fell off as it was left with flesh, resembling that of a ghost. It's skeleton-like head looked over to the mech that had fired the weapon. It's black-as-abyss eyes scanning the entire space area, and gathering the information that they thought was so secret. Any piece of information was speedily placed inside the Prophets brain. Seconds passed before it tore it's eyes away from the newly informed-of gundam.

The stripped prophet started slowly, though speed was evidently increasing per millisecond because within ten seconds it was ripping through space at speeds just less the light, seemingly teleporting. The distance was closed quickly, and it was already behind the gundam in which fired at her. By now it didn't need weapons to fight these things. However the two optional weapons remained within the confines of the "holy zone" which only the Prophet can access. As of now it had four blades outstanding from it's body. Two came from it's wrist, measuring eight and one-half meters with adjustibility systems for shortening them if need be. Two more came from it's knees at an upward away angle from the body section. All four gave off a vibrant black hue.

"You could have lived. I was growing tired of you pathetic fucking pussies. However thanks to the likes of you every little fucking person you ever knew will be soaked in their own blood. I will personally be standing over them, watching as it happens. You little fucking bastards will all die, I will make sure to it." Without any gestures the Prophets right arm was brought in an arc from the side. The entire angel was twisting as the strike soared through the air. This gundam better be faster then a bullet, because this speed couldn't be seen with a normal eye.


::And Cappie, you lil' fucking pansy. If everybody was tired of this god-damn war you wouldn't be the only god damn person talking.

I'm not going to excuse my behavior, and Cappie will not excuse mine either.

because they were inaccurate.
You edited you post, you lil' shit.

I'm being logical,
Where the fuck have you been logical? Just because your getting attacked by shit you don't know you decide what the fuck happens?

I am here to try and enjoy a roleplay
This is a fucking war, you damn moron.

and remove yourself from the roleplay
I've justified myself fully, you jackass. You just don't understand the shit.

and he holds no visible positions on this website
Neither do you.

His "Angel" technologly, mixed with "spiritual" technology fits in perfectly with what he gave me
The AT-field ANYBODY has. You just have to be fucking smart enough to know how to use it.

I will bring Goku into this fight
Do it, I dare you. New Terra has an antiwarp field. Good fucking luck doing it.

Also Sugar Cube does not follow a specific time frame
I have a life away from the computer.

Enoichi, still oblivious to the fighting already going on around him was more concerned with the young man now walking beside him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the "hopefully not much" comment as he thought of all the various ways such a statement might come true. Should he bring along the fine black tea that he'd been saving or perhaps soemthing a bit lighter and less expensive…? He didn't know the guy after all.. And then the stranger looked up straight into his eyes when speaking.

Eno waited for the man to finish. “I’m sure you’ll be fine, but if you want you could stick near me when/if the fighting starts. You might’ve seen me around before, my name‘s Enoichi Etsula… Most just call me Eno though.” He added as he fluffed the fur from the side of his face. Yes, the rarity of his specialization and unforgettable face among the humans who made up much of the Crimson Knights made him stand out and he knew it.

“I’ve done this a few times before and while there doesn’t seem to be any particular strategy to this mission, I’m sure we’ll both be safer if we stick together.” He held out a free paw. The keris which was pressed against the right side of his back began to make a rattling sound in it’s sheath. Eno returned his gaze to the hallway.

It was just then, during the ‘small talk,’ that Rika appeared, speeding down the hallway. Eno’s eyes went wide for a moment as he dropped his staff and opened his arms to catch the girl, who nearly flew into him. He began to fall backwards as the thin wooden rod to his side sped behind him, keeping him from falling completely over. The tackle left the Faith Chanter’s flowing clothes billowing over the girl as if hugging her into an embrace, as he wrapped his arms around her in a mixture of care and shock. “Awwwwww Rika! Hehehe, I missed you too.” He said in a higher-pitched, softer and overall more gentle voice than before.

Just then a couple pouches of black tea leaves came hopping down the hallway from the direction of Enoichi’s room. They leapt at him, fitting themselves in between the various folds in his shawl for safe keeping. As the floating staff pressed the fox upright he looked back to the man he’d been talking to earlier. “This is Rika, Rika, this is...”

"Rasler Virian." The green haired boy nods and smiles as if people charging from out of nowhere and nearly tackling down a large fox humanoid was normal. Though what he stows away in the back of his mind is probably much more weird and uncommon. He rubs the inside of his sleeve at a tattoo of an odd sigil he got recently. Rasler shuffles his shoulders in the Crimson Knights outfit he put on not an hour before the ship's landing. He is still getting used to the feel of the attire, though he really enjoys the red and black plaid design.

For some people, life is chosen for them.

Zerel was one such person. From his birth, it had been nothing less than destiny that gave him his current position. That of Simtar. Simtar Zerel Akara, to be a little more precise. It was his father's doing, of course, and his great acts. In that, Zerel had made his own decision to be just as his father.

So it was that a fair few peculiarities were shared with the legendary Saladin Akara; most notably that both men had the gifts of both Warriors and Sorcerers. A rare occurrence that, to share both skills. Even rarer was for two generations in succession to have such a person, rarest was for it to be in the same family. But then, the Akara family were not known for being the most normal of the Kelante people.

Zerel was a slip of a man, nearly eleven years of age. Despite his youth, he held wisdom and skill beyond most in the three factions of the now scarred planet - The Warrior's Guild, The Guild of Sorcerers, and The Guardians. Of course, given his heritage, Zerel was bestowed as leader of each of the three, as was Saladin.

Standing at a rather tall five foot three inches, well, tall for his age, he held signs of great strength, possessing a well toned, compacted physique that was comparable to his father's at that age. His hair was long, having not been cut since the day he was born of human woman, Miyumi, and the light brown strands fell to just above his knee, perfectly smooth and straight.

For many children, the death of one parent, followed by the swiftly consequential death of the other, would have been enough to force them to their knees in despair. But, for Zerel, it was a completely different case in this situation. It drove him to further carry on the legacy both had laid the foundations of before him. As such, he was respected and obeyed.

Right now, however, he was in no mood for pleasantries, nor would reminiscences be useful in the slightest. This was the first opportunity for Zerel to prove himself, for himself, and by himself. His training from the day he could take his first steps would be shown in the coming days. He had, of course, been in many battles, but none would be quite as important as this. It was a grim, determined expression that painted the face of the young man making his final preparations for war.

The Homeless had been removed, for the most part, by his father, so all that was needed was a minimal military presence in the outermost villages and towns. The rest of all the Warriors, Sorcerers and Guardians were stood behind Zerel.

Wrapped around his body was the white attire Saladin wore for ceremonious occasions, re-tailored to fit the boy's physique. White silken material, cut in a traditional Mandarin style, with golden cloth buckles. A cape of white, the trim of the same gold as the buckles, it blew in the gentle breeze of a Kelantan summer. Of course, prepared for battle, he wore not just the silk. Beneath his shirt was a plate of lightweight material, nigh on impenetrable, and his forearms were protected by gauntlets of white. On his left hip was a sword. It was a perfect replica of the one his father had fought with, only it was more proportionate to the boy. A golden hilt, perfect in representing a dragon, and a pristinely crafted, elegantly curved blade that was razor sharp. Although, obviously, these were not his only weapons and defences.

Thankfully, Miyumi had found a way to keep Fred active without electricity, so the events happening on Zerel's mother's home, and the place his father had considered a second home, were constantly being relayed to Kelante. Fred was the AI created by Miyumi, and with a replica being in position on both planets; Terra and Kelante, it was not a signal of any sort being sent to Fred on Kelante, but more like he was simply looking through his other set of eyes. Telepathy would probably be the best description.

Either way, had it not been for Fred, this day would not be here. Situated on the barren lands that was the scar on the planet, was over ninety five percent of all the Kelante military force.

Raising a hand, Zerel began to channel Saidin. It was something taught to him by none other than his father, yet Zerel had actually been stronger than Saladin, so his next feat would be of very little bother. Suddenly, surrounding his body, was what seemed to be wispy clouds, encircling him in a cyclone of sorts, one that spiralled upwards unceasingly. However, it was just a sign of a tiny proportion of his power. As the cyclone increased in velocity and intensity, it was as though, suddenly, without warning, Zerel had absorbed it. His body was now aglow with that same white, utterly pure, luminance.

Suddenly then, a tall, narrow, vertical beam of light appeared some distance in front of the massive army. Slowly, it began to turn, much like a door opening, slowly revealing another world. Zerel had been told of the technology of Terra, and had seen the events come to pass recently on the planet. So, he knew that his Gateway had worked perfectly. As soon as the Gateway gave the impression of snapping open, the Sorcerers and Guardians, standing behind their young and powerful leader, got to work in casting spells that would offer protection for the moment. Low chanting could be heard as a rumble, as they spoke incantations of power.

It was time.

He had an obligation to these people, as son of Saladin and Miyumi Akara. He would, just as both his parents would have done, stand by that obligation, and put all else on the line.

"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death."

As the signal, the lowering of his hand, was given for the Kelantan forces to move through the Gateway, those words were heard by Zerel. The Gateway was a great skill to possess, it was no form of teleportation, or warp, or wormhole. It was, in all essence, a folding of the Universe, utilising the male half of the True Source, Saidin. Where the Gateway opened, there was no space between each location, save for that one step.

So it was, still aglow, Zerel allowed his own voice to bellow through the air, using his power to push it outwards, an illusion given that it was coming from everywhere all at once:

"You think, my dear friend, that I will allow you to do such things? You are gravely mistaken, and will indeed find your grave this day."

The massive armies of Kelante moved onwards, Zerel at their head, making their way towards the city. Near on a total of one million troops, not including the council heads. Those that governed the three Guilds along with Zerel, they were acting as rear guard.

It was a mistake these Crimson Knights had made. Simtar Saladin Akara had been here, and he had sworn to protect this place. Now, even in his death, that oath would be honoured.

OOC : This was a somewhat miniscule post. Since we have not brought a judge into this, and Sugar Cube still is intent on going on with his ignoring of facts, as is Jii, and trying to press his own misguided opinion. Things do not happen in an instant, my argument was that there is no way that Sugar Cube would be able to notice a single escape pod, coming into contact with a regularly registered vessel. Nor would he have gotten there in due time, since I was positioned a lot closer than he was, it's simply impossible. Since Southern Sea is a very large city, and there are countless other pods falling to the planet, not just one. Not to mention, countless other unnamed vessels being d flown, since this is the far future, and most people possess vehicles that fly. Therefore it'd be seemingly impossible for him to pinpoint a struggle, since I'm using a machine gun type weapon, which wouldn't go off on an radars. By his logic, he'd have to intervene in any other escape pod landing, because they might as well be being attacked for no reason as well. I'd also like to say, I've only edited typos, and have never changed entire words to spite anyone in this roleplay.

IC : Hiryu was quite close to the position from which he had taken off, and his trip was very brief. The quick speed of his vessel enabled him to venture the distance in little time, and very well indeed, since he would be needed in the protection of the large civilian ship, only of course, if it were to be attacked. He circled around, switching to manual controls in order to land, and gently guiding his ship towards the docking bay. Hiryu requested a confirmation number before entering, and the system onboard his jet issued the proper digits as the large-framed metal doors slid open for his entrance.

He was now aboard the Hiryu, and very delighted indeed. It was bustling with people who were quite busy, and it appeared that he wouldn't have to meet with too many higher ups because of the tasks they were involved with at hand. Motioning around in his seat, he pressed his thumb into the gel pad sensor, merely releasing the hinges on the door so that he could get out. They opened with a whoosh, a smooth sound moving out as he grasped the rim of the cockpit and leaped out onto the bay's floor. Machinery was everywhere, ranging from a multitude of different features and specifically manufactured jobs that they had been built for. He wasn't too sure of where to go from here, and motioned for a mechanic, waving with a friendly hand to gain his attention.

The man seemed busy, as was everyone else, and quite grudgingly accepted that his signaling. 'What'd ya need there young fellow? I'm purty caught up in a buncha work, we've a need'ta evacuate everyone!" He didn't waste much time, and simply thrust a folder with his orders into the hands of the man, "Where should I go for this?" The man's eyes widened for a moment, "I'll get someone to escort you."

"Permission to move through the fleet has been granted, Captain! Shall we proceed?"

"Kaiya."

"Yes, Captain?" The avatar turned to look at him, a curious expression on her smooth face, smiling just a bit as she watched her Captain.

"Time to make the Gate. Fire the cannon. I will make the Gate."

"Yes sir!" She turned around then looked at the screen before the two of them, concentrating on the large expanse between his starship and the large fleet ahead of them. In moments, the two cannons powered up, gathering power not in the usual way.

In moments, what would seem like cannon shots would blast from the cannons, moving out to something around 200 feet ahead of the starship itself. In moments, it would be ready.

Suddenly, his consciousness flared with the awareness of another Saidin user. He'd thought he was the only one ever since he left Lyshriol. Apparently, other worlds had the same type of power. Well then, he wondered, just how many worlds had the same power?

The blast from the cannon congealed in space, slowly becoming a massive ball of Saidin. He'd discovered a way to work with Saidin, both in the sense he was about to draw upon and in the sense of being able to use Saidin with machines.

He knew the other Saidin user would be aware of what he was doing. Slowly, he stood up, walking forward, then looking at the huge ball of energy. In truth, it was not much of a energy ball. Just enough to create a Gate, but nothing more. With his mind and eyes on the ball of power, he drew upon Saidin, flooding himself with it, to use the ball of Saidin ahead of him to create the Gate necessary for the ship to go through. It was like fighting with lions, a volcano blasting open upon him. That was how the fight to control Saidin was like.

He watched, shaping with his mind the vision of the Gate. Intention was the key, and what you wanted usually happened unless you didn't know what you were doing. And so it was, the invisible ball of energy, invisible to others but not to Saidin users, swiftly became nothing and a tall but narrow vertical bar of light suddenly appeared, swiftly widening to encompass the width and length of the starship.

Then it turned horizontal, widening to the necessary length and width, showing the other side of the fleet ahead. The moment it was open and stabilized, the starship moved swiftly through it, disappearing moments after, only to show up behind the large fleet which he'd faced moments before.

"Gate is closing, Captain." And so it was, the large Gate snapping shut and winking out of view.

Edit: Forgot to add the detail of how he created the Gate. >_>

As soon as the orb took its spot where the ships thrusters ordinarily would've been placed, Alucroas knew it was time to take off and head back towards Terra, as did Agron. Immediately after sensing the initiation of the plan, the much smaller hybrid took off along the moon's surface, making sure to stay ahead of the thruster and underneath the propellant as to avoid getting scorched by the by the awesome power that Magnus had been using to fuel the massive ship.

Agron's arm slowly began to melt into an elastic band of lava which was held together by frozen ice particles gathering up along the arm, freezing the molten together into chain links. Soon after this 'grappling-hook' of sorts was sent directly underneath the body of the ship, manifesting along the underside and towards the front where he'd be at a decent enough vantage point for the plot that was about to unfold.

A few pieces of the earthen-shape shifter broke off and began to manifest within the moon's surface, creating thousands upon thousands of drones; some were the same size as the original which was quite massive by a normal human-standards around forty feet, some became even bigger matching the size of Xelas for brute strength, others simply staying small for conventional tactics, while simultaneously acting as a perimeter defense.

This was all like child's play to the abomination, a brief opening of the jaws followed by an intangible insidious roar, leaping from the depths of its throat, channeling the sound inside the barrier for all to hear. An indication to Magnus that he was preparing everything as needed.. and if that wasn't enough indication to his presence's ever-increasing threat, then surely the barrier of electrical energy spiralling around the ship in a powerful magnetic barrier should've have proved more than enough to provide Magnus with enough confidence; not that someone of his calibur needed it, anyway.

As soon as the rock beast - Agron made its way to the front of the ship, the entire body began to narrow in a long shaft, continuously heating up at the front and makings its way towards the back, slowly sprouting open and engulfing the entire ship in the newly formed mouth of sorts.

OOC: [quote="╣Sugarcube╠"]::You have just god-modded the Prophet, Ryand. I'm not asking for you to edit it. In fact I'm going to totally blow your fucking mechs out of the space. Remember, you did this to yourself by striking retreating Prophet.::

Trans Am system, my dear freindo, I love it. Flash Form, love it, Protecto Wall, and Beam Shields. As I said, I'm a master of Science, and your silly God Machine is no match for Magical Shojou, and Hotblood. Insanity will not win this all!

BGM: Time to Come, by MASAKO IWANAGA

The mech's hand moved at an almost inhuman speed, but before it hit, a massive drill, about the size of a "New Beetle" slamed into it, the DGG's weapon giving Nanoha enough time to shout "FlashForm!" The Hi Nu suddenly glew, the TransAm system glowing brightly, as the red color of the mecha made the normally blue hi Nu turn into a flash, moving away from the beast at a speed that would made normal eyes turn to water. The massive G Forces that the magical mech placed on her were moderated by the sheer amount of Manna that Nanoha placed into the main mech's powerful Abslout Mana Core. The mech for all practical purposes, became invisible, moving directly upwards, as she dragged out out her main blaster cannon. "Hi Nu, thank you" she whispered, the red appearance of the machine making it look more demonic, than pure. "Lets go, Fate, you ready?"

BGM: Yuusha Oh Tanjou
The massive blades seemed to be a threat, but GaoFighGar was no normal Super Robot. The massive machine placed out its massive hand, and Subaru shouted, "ALIEN, YOU HAVE ATTACKED A PLACE THAT LOVED PEACE! SUFFER THE PROTECTO WALL!" The massive Wall slammed into the Prophet, it using its own GS Ride powered drives to hold down the knives. Even with its AT Field and other Blue Class weaponry, it could be taken down, stopped by "Science, and Research," Shinji thought as she looked at the tactical overview. "Its Damn Fast., All units, use your Acell Spells! That will help you keep up! Remember, Victory goes to." The Girls all responded, "Those with Courage!"

Fate's Dynamic General Guardian is no normal mech, to say the least. It uses the Magic-Science Engine, to combine the power of Modern Atomic and Mega Particle Physics, with the mysticism, and power of Magic. It seems to the outside observer, that the DGG is a dramatically customized Personal Trooper To say the least. With its imposing looks, fearsome weaponry, and massive Zankatno, this mecha is the awesome fighter of the Earth Cradle, the so called "Sword of Magnus".

The Flash Form, a sudden adjusting of ballast, cargo, and mana to make the normally slower DGG accelerate at a near instant flew up, and and slashed at the mech's other arm, Fate tossing about twenty strikes before rushing through, landing behind the massive Angel like mecha. It was a pitched battle now, with the Super Robot holding down the massive Angelic creature, while the two Assault mechs, the Hi Nu and the Victory flew off, charging their Beam cannons again. "If this mysterious alien wanted to fight," Fate thought, she would fight, to win. "I am the Blade, that Cleaves Evil, and Sows friendship, and you need lots of it!" The DGG them made a peace sign with its hands before assuming a defensive Combat Position next to Subaru, who dropped the Protecto Field.

BGM: Varible Formation

"Hey Subaru, lets help finish this mecha with..." Subaru looked down, unsure as she asked "The V Gun? But... its still.." Tia nodded, as she started t fee her magic flow around her, "I'm ready, and it will be fun Besides, we have to help get this Angel down now, before it kills the city! Lets go, Linker cores online.." Subaru went on with the chant, continuing with "Twin GS Ride gate open! Variable formation... " The two shouted in unison, saying "DUAL FINAL FUSION! GATTAII DA!" The Victory split into its three parts, the Core Fighter attaching to the back of the Super Robo, while the legs became two rifles, locking onto GaoFighGar's waist. The Core Top split into three parts, the arms becoming a Incom system, to manage the newly formed Bits. The shoulders attached themselves to the right arm of the mech, acting as an emmiter for some sort of projected beam sword. The new mecha, the Supreme Tactical Battle Champion was born, its new name... "Prime... GaoStrikGar!" The newly formed robot shook off the excess particles, it ready to fight off the Angelic creature. "Tia.. we did it.. We " "I know, Subaru, and We'll win... now lets try," In unison, "To Defend this planet... With the power of Commerce!"

OOC: Eh, try harder, I'm a gonna go easy and not just go massive assault, or just Eisenhower style, but show me your moves!

As the rock beast began to meld into the ship due to it's characteristics, gennosuke and schrodinger had similar events happen. "Open a link on all frequencies." Magnus stated as xelas complied. He sat there in his throne aboard the massive ship and stated to all whom could hear him. "Attention: Men.. Women.. Creatures.. I am Magnus Tyrannus, through special interests that I currently hold pertaining to New Terra I am here as a shield and sword on their behalf. I have traversed time and space to this place and I am not asking any one faction to surrender nor am I formally requesting them to stand down... I simply am here to deliver the inevitable end.." He cut the transmission as Xelas' weapons system activated, almost as if by request, the shield had been turned up.

"Activate Defense module 1: Gennosuke" The doujutsu activated and was broadened throughout the area of a ship extending the range of the shields. He used schrodinger's placement ability to lock down on the coordinates of the closes Crimson Knight fleet; Xelas did the rest, locking onto their positions. Essential components that had been broken down by agron had nutured xelas with conventional weapons "Increase power to 50%" he spoke as the rumbling within the thrusters were repositioned into pseudo-turrets created atop the ship. A small humm was heard from where magnus was. "Crimson Knight flagship targeted" He said as he fired a blast of agron-infected ki from the turret, as it passed through the barrier that was created by alucroas it was granted a power-boost. Xelas predicted the trajectory of the blast and in turn gennosuke and schrodinger worked hand-in-hand to actually warp the estimated time to impact, actually within that certain trajectory warping time. This would make the blast move at speeds that could surpass light to viewers and defenders of the attack, when in reality it was simply moving at the speed of a regular blast, though it was enough power to completely extirpate a small celestial-body, such as a moon.

"Ready the ion cannons and heavy turbolasers." He spoke, and at a whim, concussive assault missiles, ion cannons, heavy turbolasers, quantum weapons as well as conventional, and xelas' already-existant assimilated technology were ready to use. "Recharge main blasters." Magnus said as Xelas obeyed instantaneously, readying for another volley, relying on agrons fleet to react accordingly to the situation.