An Azerian Crusade - The Dawn of Oblivion

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:13 am

The Void
The void, empty space between our galaxy and the next. Endless darkness for trillions of kilometers, nothing can survive in the void, the void cannot sustain life. Nothing enters the void and nothing leaves. The void is the penitentiary of the galaxy, for millenniums it waited, watching, observing, planning for the perfect time to strike.

'I am Oblivion.'
A haunting voice echoed through space.
'I am the beginning, I am the end.'

For millions of years it repeated those words, no more. The time has come. The end of our galaxy is nearing.
All will fall to Oblivion.

Sector-627BC-67 - Our Galaxy
The Capahunahahuha rushed through space, it's sensors scanning every nook-and-cranny on the edge of the galaxy.
"Commander!"
"What is it?"
Akuhabuhaba spoke in a thick and observant voice.
"We are picking up strange signals in Sector-665BA55!"
The cadet drew close to his superiors' ear, whispering these vital words.
"You might want to check this out."
A small hologram of symbols and staatistics appeared on the holo-deck in front of the commander.
"My god..."
The ship activated its warp-engines, exploding in a flash of light, they were gone.

"Send a message to the emperor, tell him... we found Oblivion."

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Fri Aug 14, 2009 8:35 pm

Trantor Outpost: Station Gamma, Gate Zero.

From the Great Migration thousands of years ago, there was the first Jumpgate, long obsolete but still maintained by a small group of diehards, nicknamed the Top, was searching for signs of the STMC, the horrors which lead to the End of Galaxy M101, or more correctly, the formation of the irregular galaxy Messier 87. "Odd signal, huh," the communication officer said. "Who the hell knows, seems like a STMC, but we have Diex Neuf and the Gran Divas, if need be I'll pilot Sol Sigma," the commander said, as his crew laughed loudly, the outpost a former colonization vessel, now a space station above the planet "Entryway."

The translation program worked on the odd message, the old format a tough read even for the supercomputer...

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Mon Aug 17, 2009 2:43 am

The Capahunahahuha approached the void. The line between our galaxy and nothing, darkness, emptiness.
"Commander!"
"What is it!?"
"We are approaching the signals."
"Set to 3K, I don't want any mistakes!"
"Yes my-superior!"
The ship slowed, almost to a complete stop. The engines pulsed and halted.
It was quite, even for the void of space.
"We're on top of the signal." Stated Kanahula is a soft, nervous voice.
"But there's nothing he-"
His words were cut short by a rubble within the ship, an explosion and power surge.
"What was that!?"
"I don't know!"
The entire bridge, no, the entire ship was swooped into panic. All systems were down, excluding life-support
and ghost-signals were flexing all over the ship.
"Radar shows multiple signals on our position!"
"That's impossible, there is no one out there!"
Another burst of EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) sent the ship into complete darkness. It was quite, no one said a word, no one made a sound.

'Fools!'
The thick and powerful voice spoke with so much rage it sent shivers down Akuhabuhaba's back.
'You thought you can hide in this galaxy!?'
You will burn in Oblivion for your sins!'

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:05 am

Translation Complete: The super computers finished their translation, as it spat out these lines.
'I am Oblivion.'
'I am the beginning, I am the end.'
The computer was finished, as the crew all smiled. "You know, this is probably a bad idea, but we get to quash something big," the captain said, as he pulled out a long cane, an emerald sitting on the end. " Knights of the Keynesian Order", prepare to launch!" Various Super Robots launched from the asteroid base, as their spaceship, a privately built

Neo Damerung class ship prepared to launch, it containing its own massive weapon in case of combat. The captain laughed as he headed down a lift, the Sol Sigma robot preparing to launch.

Several Grand Divas, Mass Produced Gravity based mechs launched first, as the newer Buster Machines, including several Sizzler Black models jumped into warp first, as the rest of the small army prepared to go into code yellow alert. "Sir, we have energy at 80....90..100%. We can jump when Ready!" A bridge officer, a normal AI, said this as the ship's reactors reached full power.

"Solders of the Keynesian Order, Launch and Combine!"

"Yes Krugman!" It would be odd, watching the small group head into the Warp, hopefully finding the source of the transmission. If it was hostile to Trantor, they would see what could be done. One main series of machines launched, the gravity themed armada heading to show off the power of super heavyweight alloys and other space distortion effects.

OOC: Either this Serious theme is the BGM

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Mon Aug 17, 2009 12:54 pm

There was a long silence aboard the Capahunahahuha once Oblivion spoke those words. The entire crew was in total darkness, only the glow of the emergency lights could be seen, and the few poor souls who's dead corpses lay by them.
Captain Kanahula stood up, enraged.
"What is it that you want from us!?"
He yelled out, finally breaking the silence aboard the ship.
"For years we have been running, for years we have fled. Our once great empire brought down to nothing, but cowards and nomads!"
His speech was cut short as Oblivion let out a devilish laugh.
"Why!?"
He asked.
"So your sins can be purred by Oblivion!"
Another shock-wave erupted through space sending the small gun-boat into a slow-motion spiral. Then, out of no where two bright pods of light emerged from the void. They hit the Capahunahahuha with devastating accuracy. The pods exploded, along with the ship in a brilliant and horrific display of light and fire.
All that remained was rubble, and the charred bodies of the now deceased crew.
Silence, darkness.
Defeat.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Mon Aug 17, 2009 5:13 pm

The small group jumped into realspace, the large ship and its massive wake causing a distortion in the time space contunuim for a moment, before Krugman smiled, heaading out in his own original lass Super Robot launching from one of the Economic Rush's lower bays. The large ship's ring like sections started to rotate, as the Absloute Skeptic Fields activated, the massive source of Magiton Eating particles jamming various other paranormal effects, making them still possible but a great deal weaker.

"Grand Knights", Krugsman befgun, "I have an evil feeling about this place. However, you must not fall to fear or paranoia. Instead, we must prepare.." Theme music seemed to play through the blackness of space, "Combine for greater profits! Soilders of the Economic Knightood, launch!

Now the bridgeofficers were all in various states of awe, their cheif economist already a bold man, but they had work to do, scanning for any possible dangers to Trantor, or chances for profit. The large crew noticed a series of wrecked ships, the energy sources matching Azerian data. "Ssir Krugsman, " an officer said, "We have noticed a damaged Azerian ship..."

"Then activatee all shields and head to red alert, Scramble fighters and activate the W reactors, ASAP!

The Economic Rush's shields activated, as the various mechs and now launching fighter compliment started to prepare, as the massive battleship activated a large series of sensors, searching for the source of the wreckage.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:50 am

Lurking several million kilometers away from the debris and rubbish, the long, sleek gunmetal gray warship, the Kuza, patrolled silently. The dark matter shields up, a faint trace radiation burst every few seconds to simulate a radioactive comet pulsed through out space as the ship glided along its flight telemetry. On board the Shu’fasa stared at the data read outs. An incredible amount of energy had struck the destroyed warship, Captain Osu’sha stoked his chin as he read and re-read the output near his command chair.

“Captain we have energy signatures, it seems a fleet of ships have arrived near the debris field.”

Looking up at the now streaming data, Captain Osu’sha grunted as he pointed a finger at the stream, “They are jamming some energy source. What is it they are jamming?” Turning towards the combat information officer the Captain snarled, “Find the reason for that odd jamming signature.”

Nodding the CIO turned and began accessing files that would be cataloged as ancient by some. Lowering his head allowing two of his six-energy sensors to peer at the continuing data, he scanned a small screen near both of is right hands. After a moment he spoke to no on in particular, “Get our Xi particle generators online, I want them ready in case what ever killed that ships makes another appearance.”

With nods several crew members began doing their tasks of bringing the weapons systems online, abet in a very low and subtle way as to not attract attention. One officer reached out and began raising the dark energy and dark matter shielding of the ship. It was better to be safe than sorry, and one never knew when the accursed Xindhi would appear.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:42 am

Oblivion continued to lurk in the void, watching the events that continued around the destroyed Azerian ship.
Unable to physically see the vessels, Oblivion tracked the energy signals.
Millions of smaller signals within the larger ones, no doubt these were manned ships and not robotic.
"Primitive fools." he chuckled to himself. "Easy prey. We shall take them faster than I expected!"

Once again the void opened up, huge pods of light emerged.
"More doom from Oblivion!"
Four missiles, targeting every ship within radius. With enough power to destroy an entire cruiser, these fools will surely meet their doom.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:08 pm

"Missiles," Krugsman said, laughing, "Let's show them how we do it. GRAND DIVAS! ABM FORM!!" With his massive robot under his command, the One hundred and Fifty meter machine went faster, pulling out a sword formed from compressed Super Heavyweight alloys. He would simply slash through one, using the power of Gravitons to compress the missile's detonators, before he flew away from the slashed missile, 'standing' before it exploded, violently. "And now...End this..." The first missile exploded violently, its energy seeming a dramatic contrast to the machine, its sword being placed in a sheath on its back.

Inside the large battleship, the Economic Rush, the bridge crew were shocked, but not too unaware of large missiles. Activate the Final Act of Negotation," Krugsman said while scanning the other three missiles, Ultima Ratio Regum use is APPROVED!" Using the main weapon was unusual, but these missiles were not normal events.

"Controlled Blast, Section One!" The ship's forward pylons seemed to glow, as the rear crew held onto anything nearby, as the massive forward cannon fired, the energy beam tearing through space, with the same power of at least 10 K-T Impact events. "Impact in... 2....1"... "We have confirmed hit from Ultimate Raio Regum... Target is..'

The second missile was hit head on, the powers involved cracking the missile in two, before it also exploded, causing a flare which could be scanned for thousands of light years, in several millennium or so, the blast limited to the speed of light.

"Target is destroyed

Now for the other two missiles, the Fighter crews would easily take it down, the various space fighters little more than a processor, sensors, and Engines, as well as the massive array of missiles, bombs, and chainguns mounted. They looked like they were weak, but the small craft had a micro Fold drive, making a fold jump above the missile proper.

"Last Shooting Mode Active," a squad leader, marked by extra winglets on the tiny body section of the space fighter, "Drill Weapons unleashed."

The missile was hit by drill, boring in, before exploding, as the other fighter groups fired their own small weapons, hoping to slow it down before it entered the range of the Economic Rush's secondary cannon, the Bargain Blaster.

For missile 3, the other Grand Divas, mass produced machines based on the large, obscenely large robot which took out a missile on its own stood together, firing a concentrated gravity beam at the missile. Now it wasn't as strong as the gravity based sword, but it would do a decent amount of damage, enough so that the missile would travel on gravity power alone.

The last weapon was where the Sizzler Black unit would come in, swarming the missile with their stake weapons, before all unleashing a concentrated dose of electrical power. "Energy to 10.. 020... 30... NOW!" With the last dose of power, the captain's Sizzler, painted white, would hop away, the normal mechs following as the power caused overload like event inside the missile, triggering faults in its various subsytems.

"If need be," a younger pilot said, her Buster Machine preparing to use its main technique on the missile, "I have the Stimulus" she said, watching as the missiles were about to enter the range of the defense division. "Ultimate power is not in your weapons," she said, "It is in your goals, and your hearts! GO! BUSTER MACHINE, TYPE 14!" A Kick was about to head directly to the missile's core, hopefully quashing the massive weapon in at least two pieces.

"The robot launched, heading into the fray to kick the giant missile, it's Inertial Canceler at 50% to prevent the pilot from turning into mush due to the massive forces of the SUBPRIME ECONOMIC STIMULUS KICK! This powerful force was just part of the Will of Trantor, the proud squadron all marching into glorious battle! Would they find out the cause of these, the bold and brave heroes marching into the heart of the unknown?" Krugsman laughed as he said this for his personal log, heading to strike down the second missile himself. "Now all Knights, Prepare For anything!"

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:51 pm

"Pathetic." Oblivion hissed within the void. "Let them taste the true power of Oblivion!"
As it said these words more lights flashed from the void.
More missiles? No. These were ships."
Around fifteen meters long, these fighters were the mainstay of Oblivion. The most elite AI in the void, some might say.
These powerful unmanned ships charged towards the enemy, their silver hulls glowed as they absorbed the ionized energy from the missile explosions. This not only powered up the ship's weapons, but also activated their almost impervious shields.
The fighters broke up into five teams, three ships each. They fired their energy-weapons at the enemy robots. The intense heat easily penetrated it's shields, completely bringing their armor offline. Once the shields were down the armor was easy prey. The gigantic battle-suit exploded brilliantly, in a flash that not only blinded enemy sensors, but also recharged Oblivion's ships.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:36 pm

The Sizzler Black squadron took massive casualties, but the Buster Machine would simply watch as the heat weapons did little to no damage, its main feature, the INERTIAL CANCELER active. It would actually distort the effects of heat, sending the thermal energy to its left and right side. The lack of melee or kinetic kill weapons would be its huge source of victory. "You killed my comrades," the woman started, "And for that... STIMULUS DOUBLE SOURCE... CLUNKER FIGHTERS FOR CASH!" The massive machine actually seemed to break apart, becoming two machines which, each one smashing INTO the shields, breaking them with the same energy as a KT impact, before smashing the fighter apart. Their speed was amazing, and to add insult to injury, they would recombine, as the pilot, inside held on, the Inertial Canceler at 70%.

"This is the power of FREE MARKET ECONOMICS!" she said, watching as of the tiny ships, 8 of them were destroyed, leaving 7 left, and the fleet would take em out, she said, her gravity sensor not effected by the simple burst of light.

Inside the explosion, a laughed was broadcast, as the robot cast off its amaged outer armor, the explosion making it now in its smaller form. "So, Shield Breaker," Krugsman said, laughing, "Let me form GOD ECONOMIC ROBOT, The Ultimate form of Profit, STIMULUS FORM!!!" He slammed down, feeling the raw power of Gravity, the smaller machine, only 50 meter seemed to glow, as a field of Gravity caused it to combine with the Grand Divas, making them combine into the ultimate Economic Warrior, COMMAND ECONOMIC MACHINE! SOL ECONOMIC COMMAND!"

Now it was time for Krugman to show why he had this command, the man feeling the power of his machine, as he simply said, "GRAVITY SWORD!" The cosmos shook to his will, as he simply kicked one of the tiny machines, the massive 200 meter machine breaking it due to the shockwave of its gravity, the shields no match for a Brave Economic Fighter. Now the Sol Economic Command stood over the battlefield, laughing as he put up a wall of Gravity to defend himself, laughing. "So, is this all," he said, "Or will you show yourself," he said to the source, "You hide behind enemy units, not willing to fight man to man.."

"Sensors are too much optical," a bridge officer said," alarmed, "Well, use Gravity and non visual or IR means," another said, as the radar locked onto the AIs "Let's play, BARGAIN BLASTER!" The underslung weapon on the massive ship fired at the fighters, overwhelming their shields with the power of raw energy, their absorbing rates no match for the weaker, yet still powerful blast of the Anti STMC group. "Keep Shields to full, and W reactors active, and launch more fighter groups, they are small, but no match for our Free Market Tactics!" The bridge crew laughed, before keeping a watch on the war scene.

The fighters failed to account for the Trantor fighters still in space, the groups playing man to man defense, using their chainguns to break through the shields. "Careful, I think it has something to do with Energy," a fighter broadcast, the 15 meter craft huge compared to the small 3-6 meter Trantor units. They would fly around, using man to man tactics, fighting them like a football team would a receiver, but instead of tackling, their goal was the defeat of the machines.

A sensor probe scanned the odd signal, but it seemed nothing of note. A note was made to send a small fighter team to investigate, as the craft headed to the source, wondering what was the source of the radioactivy.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:01 pm

Captain Osu’sha stared at the display, clearly there was a serious battle erupting not very far from them. The beings with machines that managed to control gravity, abet weakly, as they didn’t have the mass to effect more than a limted space around them, managed to knock out the barrage of missles without being damaged in the slightest. Curious as how they can survive with out a hit, the Shu’fasa captain pulled up the detailed energy data. No they should have been hit somewhere, no one is that lucky as to not be taken by surprise and not suffer a single loss. Moreover, they were fighting something much more dangerous, an unknown enemy that opened and closed a spatial rift to unleash its weapons upon the robot people.

Sitting back in his chair, Osu’sha he peered at the data before him, these robot people were something different entirely. Punching a button, he reviewed the data stream again, the energy orbs that lined his head blazed furiously as he stabbed at the screen. “They are fools these robot people, what ever is attacking them are beyond their reach. There!” he snarled as he watched the brief flash of immense power as the spatial anomaly opened before the missiles came. They had drifted to a mere 90 million kilometers during the intervening moments since the robot people had arrived.

“Prepare to fire a scalar Xi particle blast at that anomaly when it opens again!” the Captain said as he stood and moved near the CIO, “We shall fire and then drop into the calabi-yau manifold to move to the far side of this battle.”

As the rift opened again, the Shu’fasa warship fired a massive scalar Xi particle wave at the yawning void. The burst travelled at near luminal speeds, traversing the distance quickly, however the racing burst would spread out covering a firing arc of nearly 1,000 kilometers, slamming whatever was in its path with the force equivalent of 100 suns. After the weapons fired, Captain Osu’sha shouted, “Jump Now!”

A brief shimmer of dark energies as the 20-mile long ship simply folded into calabi-yau space and traversed the distance of nearly one-million kilometers in less than five minutes, time being relative.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:16 pm

Within the Void
As the unmanned fighters combated the enemy vessels, they sent small electrical signals to each other. Small commands, beacons, and other types of communication allowed every location of every ship be tracked. Every projectile fired at the fighters would be analyzed, new technologies would be manufactures and old, useless technologies thrown out. This allowed Oblivion to advance and adapt to every enemy thread. Becoming more and more powerful for every weapons fired at the small crafts. This is how Oblivion works, this is how he is able to take control of every galaxy he has entered. This one won't differ.

As the last of the fighters fell to the enemy, Oblivion was analyzing the data erected from the ships. Small, damaged frequencies put together like a puzzle to form a hole. A briefing of the entire battle, a analysis of enemy combat tactics, and technological information. From this small battle, Oblivion knows all it needs to know about the enemy. A capitol ship, located just out of view from the enemy. A massive ship, spanning five-kilometers in length, filled with millions of machines, billions of troopers, trillions of nanites, and one AI. This one AI is Oblivion. A single machine, programmed into every star-ship, every trooper, every vehicle. This one AI dominates and is the mainstay of the entire army. Oblivion controls all, for Oblivion is all.

On the Edge of the Void
As the enemy ships celebrated in victory, a new threat was emerging out of the void. This threat could not be picked up by any sensors, scanners, or security system. A single nanite, no bigger than a single-celled organism. This small robot moved towards the enemy command ship, or what appeared to be the enemy command ship. It infiltrated it, moved through the machinery, and deployed itself in the middle of the command-database. Not only does this nanite work as a tracking system to follow the movements of the ship, but also copies all information within the database and transfers it to Oblivion. Every piece of information inside this ship will soon be known to Oblivion.
The enemy is unaware of this, and that will be their downfall.

Skallagrim wrote:((I would also warn each side abut god modding in this space fight. I do not want this escalate into the same ridiculous fiasco of god mod stupidity that engulfed the last invasion in the multiverse. Remember nothing, is unbeatable, and you are not invincible.))

OOC: Don't worry, I know.
I'm very careful about god-modding when playing as such powerful characters.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:25 pm

OOC: but you just said your unit can't be scanned. That is the worst sort of thing post reserved till this issue is dealt with

Now the ships's standard anti virus, New Open Defense, version 32000 scanned a standard intruder, entering in via one of the lower ports. "Odd. Unauthorized access in sectors," it noted, scanning for where it was sending data to. As per standard operating procedure, the antivirus would shut down the ports it attempted to use, restricting the sectors it had infected, as it asked commander Krugsman for orders, "Format all needed sectors, and switched to non networked protocals. Shut down the Database link until further notice, and run on full manual control for now."After that, format essential sectors, using others as backups untill the ship is cleaned. Repeat this 300 times..."

He was pissed. "Great. All of this..." he flew back to the Economic Rush, making note of the damage. One Sizzler unit, totally annihilated. Fighters, and now a virus infecting HIS ship. "I am not in a good mood," he said, "Idiot virus thinking it could hack my system.." The mech landed in the lower landing bay, as the crews inside were on full alert, formatting area after area, the virus threat a large one. This process would take days, but better days out in space than the Captial be infected, or the Database leaked out, its knowledge vital to Trantor interests

"So, what is it" Krugman asked, as he appeared on the bridge, "Unknown, its make and model are unlike what we have seen before. However, we are tracing where it went. I advice sending a code home ASAP, and if need be, warping to the borderlands to make an alert...

The captain thought for a moment. "Keep the shields up, and send a formatted, non networked shuttle back to the border outpost to keep them alert. I want command to know whatever infected the ship might be after the motherland, and that is NOT an option. The large ship waited in space, as crews were busy, formatting and isolating systems. IT would take a while to completely format and restore from secure backup disk, but when fighting an unknown, no precaution was too much. "Ugh, such is the life of an IT professional," he said, sitting on his deck chair. "Time to work on the data logs for Ryand..."

The buster machine made it inside, as crews detained the pilot, "Yes, yes," she said plainly, "Format away, it has a biobrain for memories," she muttered, "But Cathlene," a tech pleased. "But nothing, just do what Commander says, that fight was too easy."

It was the usual hustle for the border patrol team, but life was busy on the ship, full of techs running fdisk like programs, clearing out crystal memory matrices and quantum computers..

Out in the fields, a shuttle launched previously neared the other unknown ship, the great enemy of the Xindhi, but the ship did not know that, only that the object made a Jump into warp. "Uh... that..." it was unusual to see a ship jump up close, and its FTL drive was not like the usual drives, nor the exotic Slipstream drives.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 6:53 pm

They materialized like points of light...

"Yee hah!" Commander Carson bellowed, intensifying his white-knuckle grasp on the bridge's handrails. His gaze was affixed to the images playing out across the KKT Ptyr's shimmering holo-screen; streaking transit starlines had given way to a barely visible space battle - streaks of light between opposing dots.

The Ptyr was followed by sixteen other ships, all command and control vessels. Their spiny, wiry forms, festooned with transmissions arrays, stood in counterpoint to the Ptyr's stubby, blocky framework. They were arrayed in a circular formation around the leader cruiser, allowing their defender's weaponry to provide fire support to any of their flanks within a few seconds of its movement.

"Condition Green," transmitted the Ptry's Trident-AI, before firing off a beamed, encrypted short-wave transmission in the Trantorian fleet's direction, "Trantor Fleet - we are here to aid and assist. Please do not open fire; you have permission to destroy rouge missile weaponry."

From Makar and Cladera and Isimal and Norilk, all base-moons, hundreds of thousands of IPBMs launched into transit and began their journey towards the coordinator battlefield. These innumerable cellphone tower sized FTL missiles would arrive in a matter of minutes.

Back onboard the Ptyr an animated countdown of their arrival began: ETA 3 minutes.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:09 pm

Oblivion had yet to recognize the signals from the incoming Technocracy fleet. To him it they were no more than ghost signals in this massive galaxy. "So, we have breached the enemy." Oblivion spoke in his usual thick, wicked voice. "Be cautious, we do not the extend of their armies." Oblivion responded in an equally wicked voice. "Do not worry." A third Oblivion spoke. "They will fall like the rest of the, so called 'great' civilization." Oblivion stopped to think, analyze this information. "Very well, should be deploy the Reapers?" "Yes, yes." Oblivion responded.

As soon as Oblivion ordered these commands, the huge hatches on the side of the ship opened up. Nothing could be seen within it's dark hulls, but soon four large robotic tentacles appeared. Soon the body of these so called 'Reapers' shown as well. Their silver armor shone in the far off stars. A single eye was perched on it's body, glowing blue. "Reapers!" the mechanical monster screeched as they drove into the enemy ships. Three of them, destroying anything in their path. Their shields charged as they moved into the light, creating a blue aurora around their bulk. They quickly tore apart the enemy fighters, but had a harder time with the larger ships. They easily penetrated the shields, but struggles as they ripped off the armor plating of the hull.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:23 pm

The scalar wave discharge should surly not be ignored by the younger races or even that which used the spatial rifts since it is nearly a thousand kilometers wide and generating with the point of impact force of 100 sols. Even as it raced towards the combatants and the opening itself, the Shu’fasa warship folded space-time via the calabi-yau manifold field it generated.

Captain Osu’sha waited patiently until the ship reached its projected trajectory terminus and dropped from the manifold space in a shimmer of dark energy. Even as the great ship appeared, the massive sensor arrays began reading the energy signatures of the battle area. A surprise to the Shu’fasa captain was the sudden influx of seventeen energy sources, another fleet had arrived making the battle that much more interesting.

As the warship, Kuza, sailed disguised under the dark matter shields that covered the entire length of its twenty-mile long hull. The wicked phased array system along the hull would tell the story to any fleet captain who saw it; this was a warship, a ship designed for destroying worlds. Indeed the Shu’fasa fleet ships are all massive; they had to be to give the crews the opportunity to repel their hated nemesis, the Xindhi, who had an uncanny ability to appear aboard the ships at the most inopportune times.

The Kuza swung around, skipping around a large planetoid and faced the battle, the pulse sensors ranged to feed the computers data about what was happening. The Shu’fasa captain stood and stepped close to the Combat Information Officer, the energy flaring along the six-eye sockets, “Tell me what is that that hides in null space?”

The CIO turned and peered up at the captain, “We have little to go on. They are well equipped and appear to have a devastating array of power at their disposal. As for the robot people, we are unsure of their jamming system. It seems to vibrate along a unique frequency.”

Grunting Captain Osu’sha inhaled and then shook his head much had changed in the last millennium since the last Shu’fasa sailed the stars. These younger races had developed a great deal of technology but there seemed to be little in terms of esoteric powers. Snarling Osu’sha snapped angrily, “At least we have little esoteric control arrayed against us; it seems they have turned towards technology.”

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:58 pm

"Multiple Hull breach attempts!" a bridge officer shouted, "On outer hull, and sections.. .E.F. G!" Now Krugsman sighed, "So, we eliminated most of the virus, other news, "A massive Warp stream, some sort of wave, it would destroy our shield generators at this range..." The man simply said, "Jump, but before that, use a standard Cast Off, and have the Buster Machine and my Sol Economic Command prepared for launch as soon as the rearming and hull repairs are complete." "Aye sir!" the main repair liaison officer said.

"Thank you Red Techocracy," Krugsman said, "Your help against these foes is duly noted and appreciated, but for the time being, we shall make a short trip, and be ready in a moment." Krugman pulled out his staff, pointing directly head, "Grand Economic Knights, prepare for anti breach operations," he said, as the officers typed in commands, the communication system up long enough to set up a basic defense effort.

Now the monsters attempting to eat through the full would find the hull's plates actually fall off the ship, explosive bolts propelling the sections of armor where they stood out into space, while the local defense destroyer, popping from the ship's defense ports fired missiles and energy bolts into the massive Reaper machines. to keep them away from the jumping ship.

"Get---out--get-getoutgetout" the AI program was heard to say in its log, before the Economic Rush jumped, making a quick jump to a distance of around 100 Kilometers, away from the actual wave source. The Scalar wave would impact the armor sections and Oblivion, if they would not counter the weapon.

"Status.." Krugsman asked, as the Economic Rush made the jump into hyperspace. "Damage to armor plating in a small section, using secondary armor, no threat to life control but we will need to focus a team. We may have some spare parts out in repairs, but for now, the breached area is being investigated for nanotechnology infestation, or viral corrosion. Marines are inbound in case of infiltrators." The chief damage control officer, Salan smiled, happy to be complimented by the commander.

"Good, Good, keep up the good work Salan, and keep me posted on the Red Techocracy; they might have a way to attack the source of this power..." Krugsman was curious, as a small fighter took off from the lower bays of the Economic Rush, heading to a Trantor Border outpost to keep them abreast of the situation,

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:36 pm

"That is it... no more games!" Oblivion yelled. "Shall we make the jump?" Questioned Oblivion. "Yes... prepare for slip-stream."
A rift echoed through the void, a pulse of movement, like an earthquake through space."Ziga-Zina-Vala-Ver!" The ship seemed to disappear in, moving slowly into nothing. Particle acceleration, the bases behind a slip-stream execution. The engines accelerate every particle and atom in space, allowing the vessel to travel thousands of light-years in a matter of second.

Then, stop.
The ship appeared in front of the enemy vessels. It's silver armor blinded enemies as light reflected off it's hull. Thousands of ports lined the ship, some of them unable to seen due to their small size. Hundreds of Reapers attached to the hull, repairing and acting as mobile sentries. This is Oblivion, a part of Oblivion. One of billions of ships within the universe, bent on controlling everything they come across.
The ghost ship then activated all communication beacons to the enemy ships. Speaking in a cybernetic language, it was easily translated by enemy machines.
"I am Oblivion, the beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega, your doom!"

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Fri Aug 21, 2009 3:36 pm

A burst of energy flashed on the screen, it's blue rays lurked to form a humanoid like being. It warped itself into the shape of an Azerian trooper, holding a rifle and wearing full combat gear. The heavily armed troop saluted towards the screen with a nudge of his body, and from behind the transmitter (Similar to a television camera) walked out a much larger Azerian, height wise. This Azerian was dressed in a dark-black robe lined with a maroon trim, he looked towards the viewers.
"What you had just experienced, the people of the galaxy." he paused for a short period of time, possibly to catch a breath. "Is the new Azerian Max-Accelerator Transport Beam (AMTB). We, the mighty Azerians had just perfected atom-acceleration. We can now transport troops, supplies, and vehicles to the front-line. We can travel from system to system within minutes, and across the galaxy within hours. Fear us Trantor, for we rain supreme over your faction."
There was another long pause as the Azerian trooper walked off the screen.
"Perhaps, when the scourge of Oblivion is over, we can once return to our own galaxy."
The screen cut of there, silence, and darkness once again.

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