Orovha - Three Worlds (Restart)

"I appreciate your hospitality, Mayor." Cain said as she watched the Legions and their Praetor leaving, smoothing down her uniform she would clear her throat as Senha Rhuižel mentioned earth once more. "We're not Tau'ri, we hail from a world called Langara, which is completely separate from Tau'Ri, or as you called Earth." She protested and then she turned to one of her Marines. "Okay, so I'll try not to compare these... Tay-res-kay-dians." She said trying to pronounce the word. "To something say.. as a common household daggit." She added then nodded to her Marines. "Let's head back to Pegasus.. I'll send a few raptors to pick up supplies." She said as she took the paper and looked at it a moment, the Marines grasping their weapons and heading out from the Mayor's residence. "I think we'll head to Alharhan, so we can garner information.. I know from the DRADIS Scans that this planet is not widely settled." She added to Senha Rhuižel. "God day to you." She said before she turned back to the Raptor which was landed a ways from the Mayor's house, she was still garnering stares from what Alharhanians were in the area, murmers and whispers as they were staring at a complete alien being. Sure Aschen were descendants of an ancient Earth culture, but it goes back further then that, as the Aschen were linked to the original twelve tribes of humans that fled their ancient colonies, 150,000 years ago.


Aboard the Battlestar Pegasus:

"Sir we have DRADIS contact, four nine seven carom two two three!" Petty officer Dualla shouted after a friendly seeing off of the Legion ship, Colonel Fisk, the Executive officer of the Pegasus would quickly run over to the command station as red lights flashed and alarms blared. "Sitrep!" Fisk ordered as Hoshi turned. "DRADIS is picking up a medium sized ship, CBDR, from the size it might be a bulk transport of some kind." Hoshi said as Fisk nodded. "I want a viper CAP launched immediately, fly course to intercept, come about, and bring main guns to bear, send hostile challenge and ID." Fisk ordered as the much Larger Battlestar would catch the Supply ship off in the distance traveling at sub-light speed. The much larger and well armed, and armored Battlestar coming about, quickly making it's way towards an intercept course against the supply ship, all while several squadrons of sleek Tri-winged fighters -- Vipers were deployed from launch tubes on both sides of the Battlestar, they would be armed with two high-caliber KEWs mounted in the roots of the wings, capable of shredding most small craft. The dozens of Vipers then began to dart ahead of the Battlestar, on an intercept course for the Supply ship.

"Alright boys we got an alien craft, unknown disposition, all wings, hold fire until the order for weapons free.." Captain Cole 'Stinger' Tayor, the Pegasus CAG ordered as he took up a lead formation before the other Vipers.

"Two Nine - Carom three four nine." Another Viper pilot said on the radio. "I got visual, request weapons free." She said as the craft headed towards the Supply ship.

And that was when the supply ship received a hail.

"Attention unknown vessel, this is the Battlestar Pegasus, identify yourselves or we will fire upon you." In a firm, female sounding voice.

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For visual references, I've included a few pictures.


This is an Aschen Viper Mk II, the backbone of Aschen space forces.


This is the Pegasus

Magnus snarled, the human's had followed them! " I told you not to follow us. This is our prey! Do you want a war between our two repective governments!" The Demetrius uncloaked and suddenly a glow shimmered over it-- a shield and damn good one. They'd spent a lot of the fund's they pirated getting the technolgy the Emperor had not seen fit to give to them. " Arm all plasma torpedo tubes. Have the cloaked mines ready to detonate. All cannons charged. Hav the missiles ready to be fired at any moment. I want boarding ships on them wait no... that's too large. Launch all single man fighters and bombers and every strike craft we have. Ready Order#343, password 'Bloody Arrow'. All turrents focus on their damn raptors!" The frigate exploded with life and turrents and heavy ship-to-ship cannons rose out from the hull and torpedo tubes sprouted out primed to fire and droves of strikecraft flew in formation ready to fight to the last man. Suddenly the supply shipwas starting to move towards the planet, probaly to report them and give them away as pirates or something.

"Colonel... Legion ship is preparing weapons against us, they have also launched fighters, orders?" The Lieutenant asked as Fisk stroked his chin. "Prepare nuclear missiles, tubes one through four, launch on my command, all guns on that ship." He said as several officers slid plastic models Fisk then got on the Comm Link. "Demetrius, we were merely responding on an incursion in our Battlestar's space. Lower your weapons immediately or we will act." Fisk ordered as two flickers of light were seen, and two more large contacts were seen on the Demetrius' scanners. Two Battlestars, the Rycon, and the Columbia. "Pegasus, this is Columbia Actual, we were in the Calaron sector outside of Confederation space, we received your distress beacon, sitrep." The Commander of the Columbia, Ashwan hailed as Fisk replied. "Columbia, this is Pegasus XO, about frakking time you guys showed up, it's about to get heavy, form up, Admiral Cain is on the surface making contact with natives." Fisk said as the two other Battlestars formed up in a delta formation, Pegasus leading, with Rycon and Columbia forming up to make a triangle formation. All of them arming their weapons and preparing Nuclear missiles to launch, but the other two Battlestars had not launched Vipers yet, though now there was enough Aschen presence to land troops on a planet.

Magnus gripped the armrest of his chair. " Humans, so it had to come to this. You know my frigate can heavily damage 2 of yor battle stars, and as we've been traveling, Suje'ts Wrath has been coming over here. Suddenly a ship 5 times the size of the rather large frigate came out of short range warping and brough all its cannons to bear arms. An additional 4 frigates and 2 gunships and one light cruiser also came as escort. Howevr the frigate were sadly twice as small as the Demetrius and the gunships were laughable, but they were determine led by a heavy cruiser. " Wait humans, we need to stop the natives from alerting the Alharhans. If they find out, they will send their full force over here. It doesn't matter wheter you have a beacon, many systems will eat you alive from invading them without a just cause. Our empire will send fleets in if they find out. A heavy cruiser isn't even considered a light capitial ship by our standards. Let's deploy ground troops and stop the natives then we can go back to killing each other."

Taleth was traveling on night as he walked the streets in the cool air of the city. He still had a cloak over him to hide his face, but that was all. He didn't feel as secure any more without the Demetrius circling overhead. He'd left the Mayors house to find the hotel and was admiring the beauty of the city when suddenly a couple buff figures were passing by when the wind lifted the edge of his cloak showing his tail. They were in the alleys and no one would find out what happend. On a typical night, the men would've just walked right on, but they needed money and the stranger looked like an animal and so he was fair game. Taleth had neglectd to bring a gun with him that night and only his spatha. By the time he managed to draw it, there was a heavy blow to the back of his head. The last thing he heard and saw were Alharhanians talking about him and dragging him saying, " He'll fetch a fine price. Exotic. Never seen him." One of his friends then interjected, " Wait what if he's from another Empire? They might come looking for him. Look, he has the brand Legio X on his sholdur." This troubled some of them, they'd heard stories of they Legions Brutality. But they were desperate for money and didn't care. The next day, Taleth woke up not too far from his previous location actually, his hands tied behind his back and a collar around his neck. " What the hell?" he though to himself. He did drop his locator beacon along the way but... now he was probaly a slave.

ABOARD THE KESVHAR II, A SUPPLY SHIP ON ITS WAY TO JHANHEKHAR:

Captain Rethal Chevlhen (Re’ tahl Chev’ leen) was enjoying a repast of jrhameldhan meat, green vegetables that he found rather stringy, and a gray sauce that looked as if it had been kept a little too long when an urgent call came in via his com badge on the right side of his chest.

“Sir, there is a hail from an unknown battleship,” his second-in-command, Sherhol Metrhanech (See’ role Me trah’ nedzh) announced. “They want us to identify ourselves, or they will fire upon us.”

Chevlhen looked at his unfinished meal. “I’ll be on the bridge shortly,” he said, as he rose. He wondered when he last finished a meal.

He was on the bridge in less than three minutes. The first thing he saw when he glanced at the huge screen was a huge ship that did not appear to be from anywhere in this galaxy. If they wanted to, they could destroy his ship without even blinking an eye.

“Open channel,” he said. When that was done, he said, “This is Captain Rethal Chevlhen of the supply ship Kesvhar II. We are taking supplies to the planets Jhanhekhar, and then Tereskàdhar before returning to Alharhan. We have minimal weapons aboard the ship, and I’m afraid we would be at a great disadvantage if it came to a battle with your ship.”

“What if they’re pirates?” Metrhanech whispered beside him.

Chevlhen shrugged slightly. “If you want to board us because of our supplies, I’m sure there is nothing we can do to stop you, but... let’s just say we will try. If you are looking for anything valuable, I’m afraid you are out of luck. All we have is...” He stopped abruptly, glanced at his second in command. What if they wanted the food supplies, the medical supplies, clothing, that was on board? Sometimes that had more value than precious metals and money.

JHANHEKHAR
Bharden Elesan had marked on in a little notebook the days and nights that had passed on the planet since he had been shipped here. He had made a special symbol whenever the supply ship appeared in orbit above the planet, and a dozen Alharhanians came down in a small shuttle craft to see what was needed. The men, and women, who were prisoners on this planet had their lists ready, and most of the time their requests were granted. Of the twelve Alharhanians, eight of them were guards, and their eyes darted everywhere, missing nothing. Elesan remembered an incident not long after he had arrived here. One of the men exiled here had run toward the open hatch of the shuttle craft, intending to escape that way, but everyone watching could see the fool had no chance. Despite being told to stop and return, he refused. His death, at the hands of the Alharhanian guards, was cold and efficient. There were no second chances.

Bharden Elesan was no fool. What he had in mind would get him off this planet, and it involved a little bit of mind games.

MONARAN, MHAČĂREN, TERESKÀDHAR

Senha Rhuižel had sent me to the bakery to pick up a fruit cake because she was going to have visitors from ‘Hănharys, the island where I was born and where I lived for the first twelve years of my life. When I looked at her with anticipation, she assured me in no uncertain terms that no, it was not Tereskàdians who were coming here, so the idea that my parents might be coming faded from my mind.

The bakery was not far from the Auction House, and I saw the notice that this evening there would be an auction. I had learned to read while I was living in Senha Rhuižel’s home, and I noticed that in addition to the regular household items, livestock, machinery, and other items, there would be something different in the itinerary.

I wondered what that ‘something different’ could be.

Dualla thought it was rather amusing that they were worried that they were going to board because of supplies, while the Columbia and Rycon formed up behind Pegasus in a delta formation. Colonel Fisk getting on the radio and sending a hail, first to the Legion ship. "This is Pegasus XO, we don't wish to engage in battle with your vessel, though we do agree the natives in this system are of a pressing concern, I'm sure that they are of no consequence, they do not appear to have weapons capanble of engaging either us or yourselves." He said as he turned to Dualla.

"Send a message to the alien ship." Fisk ordered as Dualla gave a reply.

"I'll patch you through, sir," She said as she turned back to the Colonel who picked up the receiver and would speak into it.

"Alien ship this is Colonel Fisk, Aschen Confederation's Battlestar Pegasus, we're here to make first contact with your civilization, request you maintain present course, there's a lot of hostiles in this system so pardon the hostile challenge, as for supplies, now with the two other Battlestars here, supplies are not an issue, we request the coordinates to your home world, our Admiral would like to travel there to make contact with your government." Fisk then would fall silent as he turned to Dualla. "Send a visual, let them know who we are and what we look like." Dualla would offer a simple nod and Fisk would stand before the camera.

The Crew of the supply ship would then get a visual signal. Colonel Fisk was standing before them, his uniform was a crisp dark blue, and he was human, much like the people from Earth. An older man, he was also gray from battle, a veteran in the Aschen High Space Command.

Meanwhile around the Battlestar, the Vipers would be given the order, and quickly, and rather nimbly they would turn on their keels and head back to their respective ships. What was one single Battlestar was now an entire Battle-Star Group. The Pegasus, Rycon, and Columbia, all three very powerful ships. Admiral Cain would also be returning via Raptor, having left the Mayor's home to travel to Alharhan.

It would take Admiral Cain roughly twenty Centons (Minutes) To settle in and order Pegasus to jump to Alharhan.

Quickly, the Demetrius quickly slipped a small insertation team onboard the supply ship while the confrontation took place, and then quitely, they welded off a section of the hull and reached the engine room and took up postitions slowly advancing to the bridge. Then three frigates peeled off and launched shuttles and dropships to the only city. However, the storm brewing up was screwing all the sensors off, but enough made it for a forward base. Hundreds of troops disembarked with a command center be hastily set up and tents pitched. They put on specialized gas masks as none of them had tooken the winter assault training course and the only ones that did were either back on the homeworld or back at the asteroid belt base. Quickly, a speeder that hadn't frozen up yet flew into town to scout it out and see wheter the natives were hostile or not. Rifles were kept in a tight grip and their fingers touched the trigger many times. S'jets Wrath went on to Alhanhar for information and to find what remained of the scout team. Magnus was too worried about the three Battlestars, and failed to notice the blinking signal on his dashboard and the fact the Praetor hadn't contacted them for quite some time.

Domicius whistled a tune as he walked around the base on a daily check. People waved as they walked by. The base of their's was built into a rock, but it was home, they had no where else to go after they volunteerd for the misson and were exiled until they found the damn heir, or the body anyways. However, he had a feeling Claudius was feeling threatend by the power of Taleth who had built up many legions loyal to him, and only him. Civil war had broken out many times if the Emperor left no succesor, or one felt like upsuring power. When he opened the hanger door, he was met not with mechanics fixing the ships, but the smell of rotting bodies and burning machinery. He gagged at the stench and brought out the rifle one handed. The ship of the "Watcher" was missing and every person in the hanger was dead, not a raid, or everyone in the base would be dead or still fighting. Two more guards ran in, and seeing every single ship was sabatoged with most of the crews and workers murdered, they were going nowhere. Suddenly, he noticed a medallion left on the hanger floor with the sign of the Emperor Claudius and a message to kill everyone. Hissing, he smashed it and the trio went to the commander as of now and the base was put under full stage alert.


All Taleth remembed was him half awake, collared, chained, and then brought to some auction house. Apparently they were too desperate too care he was a soldier or didn't know. Now he was publicy humilated as Alharhians poked him and noted he was difrrent from the normal slaves that were put on action... much larger, and looked much more bloodythirsty. He saw the little slave that the Mayor owned and attempted to call out to him, "Thek--" A guard him him on the head and told him to shutup while bids were put up for him.

ABOARD THE KESVHAR II, A SUPPLY SHIP ON ITS WAY TO JHANHEKHAR:

Captain Chevlhen saw the one who called himself Colonel Fisk and relaized, that, other than the sclera of the eyes, which were blue in Alharhanians, there was really not much difference between the two species. Maybe something unseen, maybe internally, Chevlhen thought, but that was unimportant right now.

“Welcome to the Orovhian System, Colonel Fisk,” he said. “If you wish to visit Alharhan, it is the third planet orbiting Orovha. I’m afraid I cannot give you any co-ordinates because our ship has been programmed to make its regular run between Alharhan and Jhanhekhar, Jhanhekhar and Tereskàdhar, and Tereskàdhar and back to Alharhan. I’ve been captain of this ship for two years, and all I can say is that the computer has each destination in its data base and frankly, we trust the on board systems to take us to each destination without incident.” He laughed lightly. “Let’s just say without much incident.”

“Captain,” Sherhol Metrhanech said, “may I speak to you privately for a moment?”

“Excuse us a moment,” Chevlhen said. “Screen off.”

When the screen had gone dark, Metrhanech said, “Permission to speak freely, sir.”

“What is it?”

“We don't know anything about them,” he said. “We don’t know where they came from, and what they want. Sure, they say they want to make contact with our government, but we don’t know what their real motives are. I suggest we tread lightly.”

“Suggested noted,” Chevlhen said. “Screen on.” When Colonel Fisk came into view again, Chevlhen said, “I’d like to inquire if there is any animosity between your ship and the other...” Suddenly, he broke off. “Excuse me a moment, Colonel Fisk, we seem to have a... situation on board. We’ll keep this channel open. “Screen off.” He looked at the two guards, each carrying long range laser rifles. “Lieutenant Metrhanech, you have the bridge.” He followed the two guards into the elevator. “This had better not delay us,” he muttered as the doors slid closed.

TRESKEBHAR, TE’HĂNYS, ALHARHAN

Because ot the distance between planets, replies took quite a bit of time to go back and forth. The last message Resold Dinmhar received and reported to President Tryslen was that the supply ship was having no problems, and was on its way to Jhanhekhar, and should arrive there in three days.

Now, however, there was a new problem. Somewhere, in the Dàvhan-Dhomhan Desert, in the center of the country of Te’hănys, an alien craft had landed. Intelligence and security personnel had already been sent out there to investigate. President Tryslen wondered if this had anything to do with the ships that were in orbit around Tereskàdhar. He knew he had to tread carefully; aliens in this area of the galaxy were not uncommon. After all, Space Station Orion was not too far from here, and all manners of beings had come there.

Special Investigator Khe’ăr Dhoren of the Department of Immigration had been placed in charge of the investigation, although Tryslen could not see what interest the DOI would have. He had this feeling that the beings aboard that craft were not thinking of immigrating to this country.

He wondered just how many starfighters the fifty-five countries on Alharhan had, and if they would be ready just in case--

MONARAN, MHAČĂREN, TERESKÀDHAR

The auction interested me in a morbid sort of way. It was hard to believe that not too long ago, Kykherenha and I stood on that platform, while Alharhanians gawked at us, examined us, bid on us. Now I was watching this strange being who was furred like me, with a tail, but who was clothed while I stood there showing off my auburn fur, and my long bushy tail, in all its glory.

"Thek--", he called out, but a guard hit him on the head and told him to shutup. When the bids began I realized that the first one was five hundred L’hŏr, ,which was almost almost four times as much as what Senha Rhuižel had finally paid for me. Apparently those bidding thought him rather valuable. I looked up at him, and felt contempt, and I didn’t know why. Was it because of his appearance, his attitude, his look of power and strength?

We’re not supposed to be here, Kykherhenha sent.

I know, I sent back. Give me a moment. The moment turned into minutes because I was curious who wanted to bid on this alien.

Aboard the Battlestar Pegasus:

"Animosity, we also had a first contact situation with the other ship, some misunderstandings resulted in a brief show of arms." Fisk said as he turned to see Admiral Cain approach the CIC. "Admiral." Fisk said as he saluted.

"Alright, here's the sitrep, we're going to Alharhan, but judging by the actions these people have displayed, we need to call for reinforcements in the event a military situation arises, I have already had the Pegasus contact high command through Lieutenant Hoshi." Cain explained. Fisk inclining his head.

"Very well, Admiral, what might I ask is High Command contemplating sending?" Fisk inquired as his gaze continued to remain on Cain.

"Probably a couple Reverences, in the event a planetary assault is needed." Cain explained

Colonel Fisk would pause for a moment as he then inclined his head. "Very well." He said as he watched the captain head off after discovering that there was a situation aboard the supply ship, although Colonel Fisk already knew what was going on, he would say little after discontinuing his conversation with Cain and watching the screen turn off.

"Colonel, maintain formation." She said as she resumed her position at the main table of the CIC. Watching the DRADIS reading screens she would stroke her chin as a Lieutenant approached her. "Sir, our spies on the surface have just informed us that Taleth, the being you met on the surface, has been captured and is being auctioned off as a slave." Cain then narrowed her eyes. "Okay, position the Pegasus over Monaran, because time is of the essence, I want a TacOps (Tactical Operations, power armored special forces.) team readied and deployed in two centons." Cain ordered as the Lieutenant replied. "Yes Sir, they will deploy in exactly two Centons."

"Make it so." Cain replied

Just as the order was relayed, the Pegasus broke from the formation of ships, to slip itself in geosync orbit above the city of Monaran. Five pods fired from one of the launch tubes of the Battlestar, which quickly slipped into the atmosphere as fireballs.

Monaran, Tereskhadar:

The Auction would likely be going smoothly, people placing bids on the Tereskadians that were being placed on bid. One thing the guards in the auction, everyone in Monaran would notice was a series of fireballs in the sky, a loud rumbling echoing through the city as the fireballs grew brighter and then when they were roughly 15,000 metrions (meters) above the surface, air brakes deployed as the fireballs glowed brightly, then just a few feet away from the group at the auction, five person sized landing pods landed with a loud crash, doors hissing and flying open as power armored behemoths toting gattling lasers and portable Ion cannons jumped from their pods. "There he is!" One shouted pointing at Taleth, likely by now people were scattering as plasma weapons were discharged into the air, a few Alharhanians gunned down by the Aschen walking tanks. Anyone armed that tried to fire back would see their weapons pinging against the shields of these souped up combat suits. One charging up to the stage and looking to Teleth. "Get down!" He bellowed before he hurled a plasma grenade at the auctioneer, causing him to go up in a slurry of body parts and plasma. The five soldiers, terrorizing everything around them.

Taleth was at first not suprised with the explosions all around him, until he saw that they were the Aschens, not the Hellbringers that were typically deployed in a situation like this by his kind. Immedilty he started getting up with no interference. He rather not become some envoy for the humans and was rathered worried. With all his ships stuck at base or somewhere orbiting Alharhan or the icey hell, there was no chance of him getting away. Two guards were burned alive by the combat suit and nothing was stopping him... Then again, he rather not have the mayor's pet die somewhere like this, sort of reminded of his own probaly dead son by now. Running, he knocked him over with a stray plasma shot narrowly missing his head. " Thek, can I call you that? Just run the hell out of here to your Mayor, and get some fleet from Alharhan and have them defend your planet. Don't worry, they won't go that far as to raze the whole city finding me, damn humans. I don't care what their intentions are, kill me, save me, or their own purposes, but I'm not letting them touch me. I suggest you and the Mayor run, they might come looking for you." He ran off as his cahin broke from a stray shot causing a laceration on his arm, but he didn't heed it, to focused on getting out and finding weapons back at the warehouse, althrough a whack to head and fires erupting with smoke choking the sky, he didn't know where he was going. Not back the to Auction House, most unsafe. Some of the people who captured him were yelling something and running after him... he needed to get somwehre safe, and fast, but he tripped over a drunk who had not yet notied screams and he fell over hard. He managed to claw his way to a wall and leaned against it hoping he could just sleep, sleep forever and not be disturbed.

Scipio had negelcted to leave the planet salvaging everything they had left in the warehouse. Stepping through the shattered glass and charred bodies, there was a sudden explosion not too far. Immedilty, he grabbed his sniper and positioned himself to get a good view. Explosions were everywhere and people were dying left and right. It was the damn humans. His partician familly had ties to a massive battle between a huge fleet from Earth and his ancestor was a Praetor at the time. And he was killed in action. And the humans had razed many worlds before reinforcemtns from the United Soviet Alliance and Nanjing Republic threw their lot in to defend the sector from Earth's forces. He pulled the trigger and let the high penetration laser break the cockpit and kill the pilot. Gritting his teeth, he fired again out of spite of the human race. Another suit toppled over with blood streaming out from he cockpit, but the rest were taking notie and firing randomly around at the hidden sniper and not exposing themselves to the line of fire. The lasers started reflecting off, but some damage was being done. Turning the scope view he saw many citizens fleeing for their lives. The Aschen's had just delcared war by firing off weapons so near his location, but where was Taleth?


Decimus lead his squad through the supply ship until the new recruit Crassus accidently walked right in front of a camera. Now alarms were blaring and two well armed guards were chasing them. The squad negelcted to bring any of their own rifles except for a pistol each, and a sniper which was useless at this range. They lost Helcitus somewhere, probaly dead by now, if not, captured and give information. They were running out of options, the Demetrius was already leaving as were the other ships, no evac, they had to get their own. He stopped and pulled out his pistol and fired randomly behind them each bolt melting the metal around them. Then his light shielding suddenly sputtered out as did his camoflauge system. A guard fired out of impulse and a laser tore through the chest piece and he fell over on the ground as the other two dove into a room and locked it. ( 5 soldiers a insertion squad) Decimus then noticed, two!? Then eh saw Telena going the wrong way and gunned downwith her shields neatrulized and lances of lasers piercing the thin armor.

The Demetrius

Magnus nodded satisfactlly with his troops landing on the icey hell. A foward advance base was set up and they had surrounded the lone city and Decimus should've seized the supply ship now. Suddenly a blaring alram warned him of an attack on the planet they were at a while back. Suddenly error reprots flooded the system with damage reports on the ship and warnings from the base. A virus had hacked the systems and everything was going haywire. If he thought about going after Taleth, the ship was crippled for now.


Scipio Class- Sje'ts Wrath

The Heavy cruiser plowed through the gravity well of Alharhan and strike fighthers were swarming around proteting it. Admiral Shade di Telasta commanded the ship and refused to cloak and entered aggrisevely. " People of Alharhan, I am an enovy of your doom should you choose so. I look for one called Gaius Tiberius Julo Claudius. He was apprently captured around here and sold for whatver purpose. We've come to either take his body back, or him alive. You have 5 hours to find him before we do it ourselves."



SPQR
Claudius was busy biting an apple as servents carresed him and pampred him. Suddenly the "Watcher' burst through the doors smiling and told him of the success. Claudius happily smiled and said, " Then that's the last of the 6 Praetors that stop me. The other five are dead?" The Watcher nodded. Then Claudius smiled even wider, " Send what's left of Legio IX and make sure Taleth dies. Ignore the rest, I want him dead." Nero suddenly perked up, " Isn't his son named Cicero? And wasn' he part of IX?" Claudius looked at the datapad and noticd he was. " Oh yes, accidently have the son die in action. That is if you haven't already." The Watcher humbly bowed and walked out the vast marble room and quickly hired someone to kill the son during drills. The Emperor commanded, and he obeyed.