Response to the Azerian Empire

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:07 pm

First of all, as you may know, I am Ryand-Smith, of Trantor, and let me break it down.

"I am Kapahamatu, I am unity."

What does this even mean? Is he a Force in the universe, is he some sort of hyperspace node? No, he is a typical Alien Blowhard trying to take over space

"You are weak, hopeless without us!"

We at Trantor have dealt with greater crises, such as evacuating Terra from its destruction, and defending space against invaders from another Universe.

"You do not understand our role in the formation of your galaxy. We were there from the beginning and we will be there until the end!"

We Trantor aren't even from this Galaxy, we moved here several thousand years ago, so this is little more than garbage from some blowhard insane man.

"Every technological innovation, every breakthrough in science, every cure for every disease, all thanks to us!"

Not really, Trantor inventions come from known trading partners, investment, and our own research squads, not some sort of Alien God, but thanks for trying!

"We helped your people survive, grow, evolve! We are your protectors, your guardian angels!"

The Angels were horrible monsters we had to defeat on World X-1, so that isn't even a good term! What next, they will become Devils?

"Yet, you treat us like your enemies, like we did nothing to help you, only to spite."

You said yourselves join us or die, and you expect people to roll over and die? Who the hell do you think we are?

"You do not accept us, you do not want unity, thus you must be eliminated."

So now you say Genocide? And you expect people to follow you? You are terrible and fail to understand how things worked around these parts of Space. You do not just come in and say "Join us or die," that leads to war and conflict. We ask you to stop this conflict, please.. War is not a good answer!

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:09 pm

Initializing Textural Message
Sender: Azerian Long Range Transmitter (AAZK-T334AC98821)
Receiver: Trantor Long Range Transmitter (ATC3-T231B121D)

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>>Begin Transmission<<
-We are not the first.
-We are not the last.
-We are your protectors.
-You do not believe us?
-Then we shall meet.
-We are entering Trantor Space.
-Do not show any hostility.
-We shall meet with your leader.
>>End Transmission<<

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:18 pm

Trantor Deep Space Command: Outpost Gamma. A small fleet, with a small Quarter battleship aimed directly at the unknown ship, charging up its particle array beams. This ship was going to be escorted to the military facility Research gamma, where armed marines and power armor awaited them. Hostile aliens would NOT be allowed anywhere near the Core Worlds, and would be dealt with at the border zone between Neutral Space and Trantor Outer Space. Fighters, mechs, Omnidirectional weapons emplacements scanned the incoming ship, searching for any cloaked vessels or warships nearby.

"Ship, follow our directions and do not use any FTL methods," was the message from the battleship, its small size masking its massive power, "We are here to escort you, and you shall meet at our military facility. Any signs of hostility will be met with accordingly. Trantor Space Command Out."

The Self Replicating Field went onwards, making 3% of Azerian Space covered in various weapons, pointed inwards, as a form of isolation. It would expand more, consuming resources, its Inhibition system active.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:20 pm

Premier Mikhail Belikov was quoted as saying, "It's evolution."

A gargantuan Technocratic Taskforce approached Azerian Space; it included the fifteen rapid-response battlegroups, seven autonomous replicator swarms, and sixteen auxiliary fleets carrying nearly six-hundred-thousand armored troops.

Taskforce-One's Lead Marshal in charge of operations, Nik' Kasparov, gazed blankly into the shimmering lines of alcubierre-drive warp flight. His thoughts revolved around one thing: taking this pitiful race's domain before Trantor did. Their grandiose assumptions of superiority aside, the Azerians were now the board itself for the next great game.

The voice of a Trident-M mentality interrupted him, stating, "ETA to Giana thirty minutes and closing."

Noralisk Station was blinded by its own anti-missile defenses. The neutron-flux warhead knocked out electromagnetic sensors along the rimward side of the station, forcing it to fire maneuvering thrusters and turn until the good sensors came into angle. They piked up immediately, relaying newfound telemetry on the incoming fighters and dreadnought.

The disabled ones, not damaged but just overloaded, would soon reactivate.

A second wave of missiles fired in the same way as the first. Their kinetic kill vehicles would hopefully catch the dreadnought in a flurry of explosions and critical damage; their MIRV'd neutron-flux warheads would raise the levels of ionization radiation obscenely.

Each group of fighters was targeted by a separate missile, the AI controlling each ordered the chassis to surge ahead and then blew the MIRV shaped charges, shedding away the casing and maneuvering the warheads into triangular formations ahead of the fighters. They detonated on time with the fighter's fly, hopefully bathing them in lethal fields of ionizing radiation.

If they escaped that battering, they would become the domain of the close-in point-defense systems.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:32 pm

The IA Karamahara blasted out of warp speed, it's size stroke fear into the Trantorians hearts, for it is the largest ship in the Imperial Arm. It's engines exploded violently as it drove into the Trantor space, the crew completely aware of any enemy movement.
"My-superior!"
"What is it?"
"We are approaching the checkpoint. Shall we open communication?"
"Yes."

Radio static hissed aboard the Trantor ships.
"This is General Alakamaha, preparing to dock."
He spoke in a harsh and cruel voice, almost demonic in a sense.

Inside the IA Karamahara the assault teams prepared to birth. They all wore armored jumpsuits and air-locked helmets, they looked almost... human.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:36 pm

OOC: Err. I meant my response to your attack. It's the last post of page one.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:40 pm

OOC: Okay, thanks.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:44 pm

OOC: (uh, how big is it, trantor has ships about 100 KM long, and massive space stations the size of Texas, and saying "strikes fear is kinda eh, say it WOULD strike fear, and give a length next time))
It was ready, as the power armor team scanned the power armor. The trap was set, and the ship was hit by a massive point blank range beam, which would cause damage to the space station, and the armors, as well as the few marine groups there. The 600 meter long Macross Quarter fired, as Trantor's marines waited for the contact, the teams launching a counter invasion operation. Mechs, Power Armors and marines dived into the damaged ship, firing their machine guns, beam weapons, and in the closest of range, combat knives, attempting to cause chaos by counter attacking the invasion forces. VF-22s and VF-14s would enter the various breaches, becoming fire support for the counter-invasion.

This was not a smart idea, attacking Trantor on its home turf, and they would learn that the hard way. The station was about 100 miles long, a former asteroid used by Trantor for border control and command operations, nicknamed "All for Profit," though its official name was Budget Projections. Trantor wanted nothing more but to end this conflict, and this tactic would teach the idiot "Unity" faction a harsh lesson in war.

A small assault fleet slipped into Azerian space, 3 Macross class carriers, 1 10 mile long Ultrium class Super Battleship/Command-Control ship, and 10 assorted Galaxy type Small Support vessels, as well as their supporting ships, the units getting the signal by Ansable Message. Their goal was simple, slip behind enemy lines, and cause confusion, attacking control, command and supply lines, and life off the land, using terrorism if need came down to it. The Azerian people would learn to not fight the STMC survivors, the Trantor.

Armed with massive Devistator weapons, and advanced mechs, designed to intercept missiles before they could hit ships, the fleet was the 133th Sector fleet, reformed after this longtime of peace and civility. Some would question this name, but the codename "Decade" was not used for most operations.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:45 pm

Skume followed Commander Duke and recorded events as they transpired, however even as he did a very subtle slowly increasing flow of prana and darshan swirled from the Cughtagh in the form of electro-magnetic energy.

“I am aware of this term navel, as it applies in this context, as is the dreaming queen. We have seen similar tactics employed in other such engagements.” rasped the skeletal being as the white energies misted around his head, swirling from the eye sockets and around his visage. The now detectable energy that swirled around the station reached out in an every increasing radius of extremely low frequency radiation thrummed from the Xindhi.

“I am taking measures to ensure my well being, you should be detecting the ELF that I am gathering, in a moment it shall slide towards super high frequency.” And so it was, as slowly the thrum increased around the station. Turning towards the man called Duke, Skume rasped, “You are aware of our control of such energies? Please advise your crew of this.”

The energies now surrounding the station would be seen clearly out to hundreds of millions of kilometers as the energies pulsed between ELF and SHF energies. It would seems as if a pulsar had erupted where the station had been. Skume watched the screens before him, his interest piqued at what he saw, “I am curious. May you give me an estimate of their technological level? Have they emitted any esoteric knowledge that would cause the great dreamer to summon forth a Sluagh to stand with the Red Technocracy against these...” waving a hand dismissively at the screen, “beings?”

The Xindhi would be busy shortly when the Shu'fasa decided to come against them, however the dreaming queen had become fond of these people of the Red Technocracy. They had offered her the most new experiences in nearly a dozen millennium. To lose such a treasure trove would be unacceptable to the dreamer, at least for now.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 12:03 am

OOC: The Azerian Empires' profile page states that the ship is around 1 kilo-meter long.

"Damn!"
The General chuckled.
"Those bastards are smart!"
"My-superior!"
The navigational officer yelled across the bridge.
"They have slipped into Imperial Space!"
"What!?"
Then, just as he spoke those words several alarms buzzed within the bridge and numerous text commands appeared on the screen.
Captain Akananahanu eyed these commands.
"Multiple hostiles incoming."
"Goddammit!"
Alakamaha pounded his hand across the holo-bay.
"Why won't they take our warning!?"
"My-superior! Commands!?"
There was a long pause, never did he expect an attack like this.
"Prepare for warp."
"General?"
"Were warping back to Giana, protect our home."
"Yes, my-superior."
The navigational officer tapped many commands on the holo-deck, sending the engine into warp speed and back to their homeland.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 12:22 am

"Should we follow them sir?" asked Captain James Links, formerly of the G Armor division, "No, focus on repairing the damage to the station, our Marines will deal with them, if not, they will all become True Shareholders," the regional Inspector, Governor Carnegie Hunt said in turn, "So it is..." Captain Links responded, "So it is.."

There would still be a large group of marines, power armors, and mechs inside the battleship, as they went on, destroying any and all systems which seemed to have importance. These were AI, not afraid to die here, as backups were ready. A group of marines battled their way to the upper decks, attempting to hack into the systems from directly inside of the ship. Hopefully, they would inject their own code into the ship, or at least find secret data on the Azerian Empire's tactics, weapons systems, or planet locations. If they found anything, they would broadcast it to the invasion fleet.

"I have control of the landing Area," one marine, Delta Alpha 1 responded, "Firing missile at door to blow it open, VF support inbound." In total, 1000 marines, 20 VFs, and 100 power armors had made it inside the mile long ship, the chaotic fighting hopefully damaging the ship's reactor or other vital internal systems.

Trantor Fleet 133 had a mission. A grim, horrible one. Their plan was to raze any world with long range energy weapons or missile shots, using the massive reactor power to fire either Gamma Ray bursts or normal High Energy Particles at worlds within the Azerian sphere. They wanted to force the Azerians to sue for peace. Simple on paper, but exploring and fighting was complex work, taking half of the fleet's sensors to scan for signs of life, while VF and mech squadrons ran defense, scanning for any threats like fleets or internal outposts. This massive operation was set up for another mission, but fighting this new Empire worked within acceptable mission parameters.

"Any signs of defenses?" Admarial Richard Fokker asked, "Some fleet yards, and a world, we estimate 10 hours till arrival, our weapons are ready," the young ensign responded. "Good, keep the E-Sensor online, we need them to learn the power of Trantor..." His words left the cremember speecheless, as the fleet wandered, its mission not complete.

The Self Replicating system expanded, breaking the 4% barrier. It wanted more resources, as it headed to asteroid belts, consuming the nearby resource dumps to produce more weapons and expansion points.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 12:46 am

Giana - The Imperial Fortress

The emperor, Kapahamatu paced in his chambers. He was still wearing his black and violet robe from earlier and seemed very tense.
"How could they do this to their own kind?"
He walked back and forth, holo-decks within the room flashed several strange symbols and insignias. All of these symbols were blue, except for one. In the center of the row, number six, a single red circle with a line slashing through it stood in place. Underneath the hologram was a engraving.
'Halakatosuma.'
Oblivion.

Kapahamatu looked at the hologram.
"Why can't they just understand?"
He questioned himself.
"We are only trying to warn them... before-"
The emperor's sentence was cut short, he fell to his knees, arms raised.
He turned around, not by free will, but by force, he was dragged like a puppet towards the red insignia.
His arms split and his spines emerged, blood splattered the room.
Then he spoke, two voices at once.
"I am Oblivion!"
They screamed.
"Your galaxy will soon come to an end!"
"You will all fall before Oblivion!"
"Our empire will rise again!"
"We will become one!"
Kapahamatu fell to the ground, breathing heavily. He was in pain, and Oblivion was growing stronger.
"Soon death will come to our galaxy."
He mumbled to himself.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:26 am

TEXT-BASED MESSAGE
Sender: Azerian Long Rage Transmitter - ALRT-113C2-23D-1232-DE2-32DFE-Access-123CD2

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12-231-322-AAC-2

>>>We the Azerian Empire are calling a meeting of utmost importance<<<
We understand your hostility towards us, but you misunderstood our motives.
***
There are far greater threats out there than us.
Threats from beyond our galaxy.
From beyond our universe.
***
This meeting is open to all representatives of sentient civilizations.
***
This meeting will be held on the the planet Giana in the Aferis Star-System.
Coordinates: A-13342 B-22212 C-2323 D-23341
***
Upon reaching Giana, move to location AA-324C.
Docking Codes: S132N082C728HJ8932
***
We are looking forward to meeting your representatives.

>Transmission End<

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:29 am

There were so many stars. Transit transmuted the void into innumerable streaking bars which merged together in a hypnotic display. Nik' Kasparov reacquainted himself with reality, turning his gaze away from the stars. He blinked, musing upon the situation at hand for a brief moment. Perhaps the Azerians deserved to die? No, that would be too simple; nothing deserved to die. They had brought this upon themselves.

The Trident-M mentality spoke in its monotonous voice, "ETA to Giana, twenty minutes."

The fleet was still en route and nothing would stop it.

The Azerian dreadnought assaulting Noralisk Station was presumed destroyed...

Duke's stale coffee, resting inside an avocado green ceramic cup holding down several papers, began to boil. He shuddered, anxiously noting to the Xindhi, "Our radiation shielding can only protect us so much. Please don't bake my crew..."

"As for your question, Skume..." said Drake. His eyes fluttered with otherworldly prescience; his neural implants were at work retrieving Intel's already vast collection of data regarding the Azerian Empire.

Delectable information coursed through Duke's mind, borrowing into his brain and landing on the tip of his tongue. He stated, "The Azerians are no more advanced than us; in fact, their understanding and usage of technology indicates they stand below us," Duke's voice gained malice, "And they have no concept of hypocrisy. But their threat doesn't lay in that fact. They unwavering and zealous; their cultural psychosis would be of great interest to such an enlightened race as the Xindhi. Act quickly, though, or won't have anything to study."

Duke exited his implant-induced trance. A thought echoed through the back of his head, Xenocide?

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:33 am

TEXT-BASED MESSAGE
Sender: Azerian Long Rage Transmitter - ALRT-113C2-23D-1232-DE2-32DFE-Access-123CD2
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12-231-322-AAC-2

>>>We the Azerian Empire are calling a meeting of utmost importance<<<
We understand your hostility towards us, but you misunderstood our motives.
***
There are far greater threats out there than us.
Threats from beyond our galaxy.
From beyond our universe.
***
This meeting is open to all representatives of sentient civilizations.
***
This meeting will be held on the the planet Giana in the Aferis Star-System.
Coordinates: A-13342 B-22212 C-2323 D-23341
***
Upon reaching Giana, move to location AA-324C.
Docking Codes: S132N082C728HJ8932
***
We are looking forward to meeting your representatives.

>Transmission End<

Waterpicker · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Waterpicker** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:43 am

Jared Johnson, A waterpician had gotten the message that was sent out. He immediately alter course to coodinates: A-13342 B-22212 C-2323 D-2334. When he got Giana, he went to location: AA-324C. He waited for someone meet him.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:50 am

Now its odd, as the massive fleet went onto the world, carrying within them the massive reactors, with the energy density of some plasma-state substrates. These containers were called Degeneracy Reactors, and the main source for the power of the Super Robot, Gunbuster With its size at over 200 meters, it would be small compared to any possible great threats, but the mental impressions of the famous pilots, the great Aces who Aimed for the Top those thousand of years ago, were fresh, the bodies brought from the flash clone system. “So Noriko, ready to fight again,” Kazumi asked her partner in arms?”

To help the massive robot, several new weapons were installed, including the Absolute Skeptic System, a newly made Anti Magic defense, as well as the standard Inertial Canceller, to prevent the pilots from becoming paste. All of these, as well as the standard loadout, would help their operation.

“Always,” the younger pilot said, as the two buster machines combined inside the 10 mile long captal ship, which would prepare to de-accelerate from warp, and as soon as a clear zone was found, turn the surface of the Azerian homeworld into glass. A harsh, silica rich glass, but a glass none the less.

VF forces ready. Reactors online. Use the power we gain from slowing down to fill the buffers, then we glass the homeworld. If anything comes out, Gunbuster takes

Inside the battleship, the marines had managed to upload some data, before the ship’s reactor fell apart, causing the ship to slow down, before venting out large masses of Gas. The Trantor forces nearly had control, and were planning on capturing any leader like figure, the grey aliens unusual but similar to human biology.

Zavior · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zavior** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:53 am

Waterpicker wrote:Jared Johnson, A waterpician had gotten the message that was sent out. He immediately alter course to coodinates: A-13342 B-22212 C-2323 D-2334. When he got Giana, he went to location: AA-324C. He waited for someone meet him.

Giana - Space-Dock AA-324C
Commander Canahaluahahu sat in the bridge of the IA Hahacuhanus. His crew surrounded him, shouting commands, asking for orders, and giving status information. Ever since the Azerian have entered this galaxy everything went to hell, the economical situation of the Imperial Arm has dropped, military forces are faltering, and all Navel-personnel has been on strict 17 hour shifts.
"Commander!"
Canahaluahahu sighed.
"Commander!"
"What is it!?"
"An unknown vessel is approaching sector AA-324C."
"What!? Bring them on video."
"Yes my-superior!"
The officer entered a few commands on the holo-deck and opened communication with the unknown ship.
The Commander spoke in an irritated, but subtle voice.
"Unknown vessel, identify yourself."

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:58 am

The Technocracy spared the time and effort to dispatch a single person and a message, stating, "We come with no promise of friendship." The effects of this would be felt across Giana.

The diplomat arrived by shuttle, appearing on the peripheries of the Aferis Star System, before making two calculated jumps into Gaian's gravity well. He was apparently an expert pilot, having guided the ovaloid shuttecraft to a flawless landing.

The shuttle's rear hatchway clanked opened, revealing a glistening silver humanoid. The air around him appeared to thicken like water, growing thick with metallic tint. He extended a glistening right arm, smiled, and said, "Mikhial Belikov says hello." Then, he extended the middle digit of his right hand at whoever was nearby and sloshed into a pile of silvery goop.

Waterpicker · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Waterpicker** on Thu Aug 13, 2009 2:02 am

Jared was in his ship cockpit which was a big room with holographic displays and a easy chair he relaxing. On his head is a device most of his kinds use to pilot their ship: A telepathic Headset. Jared answered the commander as his head which look like a dragon with silverish blue scales said "Jared Johnson, Waterpician Federation. Homeworld: Waterpicia."

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