Admiral Gorshkov's Story

1200 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Feuer-Spitze,
Battlefleet Olymp (5000 ships strong)
Solar System 1921-01-2.

"We almost there?" Came a sharp voice as Admiral Gorshkov appeared on deck, the man himself, myth along Navy personnel. He marched down the walkway towards his huge command throne as the HDS Feuer-Spitze came out of Hyperspace. The Dreadnought vessel one holding, masses of heavy weaponry and and arsenal of Tanks and soldiers, along with the fighters. His dark blue uniform finely pressed with the medals pinned neatly to his chest. His cobalt eyes scanning each crew member as he sat down, his chair rotating a full half turn to view out the windows of the Dreadnought. He was old, older than most for being a Admiral of the Fleet, give though the Fleet was outdated slightly, in Cybran Standards, which were far beyond the standards of most of the other Nations. The Fleet was one full of assault forces, ready to make landfall and start fighting, but that was not the aim.

"Yes sir, almost at the planet where the other Battle group dropped off the squad, along with the Agent Steven Lindermann. He is still updating us on the positions of everything but, it seems that the Planet is about to go into a Civil War of some sort, just be prepared for heavy fighting, will I send out the fighters to scout ahead?" Called out the Operations Commander seated on the right of Gorshkov. The woman looked over at him, her implant showing information as it came in, her eyes flickering through it. He uniform was dull, in need of replacing, but that wouldn't be needed just yet. Her brassard covered in badges, so much so she had two. Her eyes glanced out the Viewpoint as the small planet appeared, Terra.

The brute of the HDS Feuer-Spitze moved forwards before slowing to a stop, the crew already close to battlestations with the fighters streaming around space leaving a vapor trail from the tanks of Nitrogen they keep for close quarter fighting, mainly to blind the enemy so they could nip away and pull in more units. The Battlefleet was completely out of hyperspace was was slowly moving forwards towards the lead Battleship, fighters nipping in and out of the moving ships with ease. The small transports linking up with the battleships and destroyers through teleportation, moving the forces of soldiers into the drop ships. While the scout fighters started to zoom around the area, scanning for objects, they were mainly drones controlled from onboard the cruisers.

The Command Deck on board the HDS Feuer-Spitze.

Gorshknov swallowed, maintaining his posture as he watched the screens on the left on his command throne. The data was in binary in one screen and in a more standard form on the other, sensors picking up the planets as the ship came to a halt. He watched out the screens down onto the planet, "What Cords is Steven Lindermann in? We will receive him first before we pull out the recon group."

The Operations Commander swallowed, carefully watching her screen before shaking her head softly, "He has not said, I will request the information."

"That is not good enough!" Gorshkov snapped, glaring at her as he crushed a glass bottle in his hands, "Don't you dare say you don't have the information, it is something you are meant to have Commander, just like I am meant to know my ship inside out, which I do. Don't give me your bullshit and find that information!"

"But sir..." She whined, watching him as her own crew looked over and watched carefully, the normality of what the old man was saying hitting them like a truck. She looked down at her screens, eying a few lines of information closely before she shook her head, "He is not responding sir."

Another commander appeared on the command deck, giving a fine crisp salute to the Admiral before looking over at the Operations officer, "Sir, we now know why our agent is not responding to our signals. The last message he send was that he had been uncovered by the local Government and was being questioned."

"So our cover is gone? You are saying?" Gorshkov swallowed, watching the commander calmly, "Then we have enough ships and men to make a planetary invasion and find our men." He snapped, smiling proudly to himself as he rose to his feet and walked towards the glass windows.

"Sir, that could bring a war to the Homeland, something that we do not want to happen. I would rather not risk it as we do not know the strength of anything in this galaxy..." The Operations Commander sighed, looking at him carefully and with a slight grin. "We can land a small force but we can not risk being attacked by a force far greater than our own. We do not have the numbers or the technology being fitted into the latest line of ships. It almost impossible to take on a full Nation and win."

Between the Cybran fleet and Terra was an SEC battle group. After the detection of ships high command had to be called. A decision was made and a response fleet sense. In total 1,200 ships responded a fraction of what the enemy fleet was made up of. The fleet was at full battle stations. Massive fleet Carriers began to expel droves of fighter bombers. The fleet was out of combat range but blocked the path to Terra.

On board the SEC Supership Triumph Grand Moff Tarin stood at his command station. "Put me on open comm to the enemy fleet." The Moff ordered sternly. A officer nodded and gave Tarin the go ahead to speak.


"Attention Cybran Fleet this is Grand Moff Tarin with the Sullen Enterprises Confederation. We ask that you immediately remove your forces from the SOL system and cease any hostile action against the worlds here. Now you may be wondering our motives in this. Currently the SEC is engaged in Diplomatic Negotiations with the Terran government. Further more, we are responding to Terra's call's for assistance in defense. Now Is Terra really worth it? It holds no resources, and keeping it as a trophy a triumph of glory? No you will come out if it battered and weakened. Waste your resources elsewhere if that's what your really after. But be warned come any further and I will not hesitate to give the order to fire upon you." The admiral said before closing the comm.

He then turned to his assistant. "Contact Naval Command order Battle group Omega and Zar Battle group Fury to reinforce us. Bring up the Rail Cruisers. I think today may be the perfect time for a test.

ITN Hyuga
Ise class Battleship
Commander Kondo Murami
Flagship of the 237th Imperial Task Force
15,046 Combat Vessels
Attatched to the 1st Imperial Armada


2.1 AU From the Cybran fleet.

All was quiet after the ceasefire called by Prince Takayama with the Varden aboard the ITN Nagato, the flagship of the 1st Imperial Armada. However that quiet was rather short lived as the Hyuga, flagship of the 237th Imperial Task Force picked up five thousand vessels jumping in on the outskirts of Terra. There was a foreboding silence, while a Lieutenant watched the flickering LCD scanner screen, which showed the Cybran fleet as a series of blips on a large solar system map.

"Sir... look at these readings." The Lieutenant said, while Commander Murami leaned over the screen to watch the readouts.

"Condition red." He called out, and the Taiyou ship began to go onto high alert, while the corresponding fleet moved into position, The Ise class Battleship formed up along a phalanx of Shogun Battleships, Naginata class cruiser, Artillery barges, and thousands of other various classes of ships, which all formed up and slowly began to move towards the Cybran formation. Taiyou fighters flitting from ship to ship, as massive guns swiveled and moved on their banks to prime and ready.

"This is Commander Murami, all hands prepare for combat, Anti-ship rounds." He ordered, and the Taiyou crews across the entire fleet began to arm the cannons with powerful nuclear anti-ship shells.

A message was subsequently broadcast to the Cybran fleet.

"This is the ITN Hyuga, attatched to the Imperial Taiyou Navy's First Imperial Armada, identify yourselves and state your intentions or we will engage."

The Terran/Invictus scouting ships had sent word back to their main fleet back around Terra once they caught sight of approaching unknown vessels. It didn't help that the Taiyou were there, maybe they were involved, maybe this was their ploy to justify attacking Terra.

Commander Rythorn decided to take the lead with this one, his warship leading at least a thousand assorted ships, most of them being Terran in origin. But, there were a few from the Invictus and NPA among them, as well as volunteers who willingly had their ships converted for combat by the military.

"Open a channel to them all if you can." Commander Rythorn told his bridge crew, "Channels open, sir." A bridge officer informed Rythorn, "You're good to go." He said.

"This is Commander Rythorn of the Terran Navy, I ask the unknown fleet to identify itself in a timely fashion or be met with the full destructive force of the Terran Navy and it's allies." Rythorn warned, "Taiyou vessel, if this is a result of one of your own wars, plead with your enemy to take the fight further away from Terra and Terran space."

1205 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Feuer-Spitze,
Kammerjäger class Battleship
Battlefleet Olymp (5000 ships strong)
Solar System 1921-01-2

The Cybran Battle Fleet went straight into a combat form, the fighters stalling out in from of the HDS Feuer-Spitze as Gorshkov swallowed, taking control of the Comms through his command throne, each of the calls being hear throughout the Command Desk through loud speakers, "Schalten Sie die Schilde. Ich will einen Kampf nach diesem Bericht und eine volle militärische Operation, könnte dies Krieg bedeuten." ("Power up the Shields. I want a combat report after this and a full Military Operation, this could mean war.") He snapped to his crew as he stood and marched to the windows, his eyes looking out at the new comers. He sighed, running a hand through his grey hair, nodding to the Comms Operator; who quickly pressed a button so that the Admiral of the Fleet could speak to the new nations.

He watched the glass closely before speaking calmly and wisely, "This is the HDS Feuer-Spitze, flagship of the Cybran Olymp Battle Fleet. We do not wish to start a new conflict. We request that our small recon squad and Agent are send to us. I will repeat, We request to have our recon squad handed over plus our agent that the Nationall Government of Planet three in the Solar System 1921-01-2 hold. We mean no harm to anyone with we get our own people back. The Government of the planet has Committed a Cybran War Crime under Cybran Act, Nine-Three-Eight-two, by holding our people as hostages. We will use force to receive our people, and I have the power of the Full Cybran Navy to open fire and start warfare if this is not completed. Over."

He turned and nodded to the Comms operator who switch it off as a call came out from the leader of the defenses announced, "Shields online, 100%. Nothing will get through."

1205 Hours,
Interceptor 10129(G),
Bezwingers class interceptor,
Battlefleet Olymp (5000 ships strong)
Solar System 1921-01-2
"Fighter Command, hereinkommen werde ich wiederhole, kämpfen Befehl kommen vorbei." (Fighter Command come in. I'll repeat, fight command come in over.") Called Lieutenant-Commander Adolf Reichman as he pulled off his squadron and started to lead it back towards the HDS Feuer-Spitze, his weaponry armed but he was determined not to use it, unless combat broke off. He glanced around, fixing his helmet with one hand before he placed it on the side of his control panel.

"Fighter Command Interceptor 10129G, Wir haben Kontakt mit neuen Kräften, innerhalb des Radius in Briefing erklärte bleiben. Haben alle Waffen bewaffnet und kampfbereit." ("Fighter Command to Interceptor 10129G, We have contact with new forces, stay within the radius stated in briefing. Have all weapons armed and combat ready.") Came the soft voice of the Fighter Commander, the sexy female.

He sighed and nodded carefully, pulling his Interceptor back along with his Squadron, "Interceptor 10129G zu Fighter Command, Kopie, die wir sind zurück ziehen nun mit allen Waffen bewaffnet. Over." ("Interceptor 10129G to Fighter Command, copy that, we are pulling back now with all weapons armed. Over.") He replied, doing as he was doing before chatter broke out between the members of the squadron. He coughed and they stopped suddenly as he watched the other interceptors move into the zone, along with the fighting drones.

1206 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Feuer-Spitze,
Kammerjäger class Battleship
Battlefleet Olymp (5000 ships strong)
Solar System 1921-01-2

At the arrival of a new voice on the Comms, Groshkov swallowed, looking over at his Operations Commanders who simply nodded and watched their screens.

"Sir! Dies ist die Flotte, die Befehle über Planet Drei, Feuer anfordert." ("Sir! This is the fleet that commands over Planet Three, requesting to fire.")

"Nein, zu halten, möchte ich diesen Menschen zuerst sprechen und sehen, ob wir uns mit ihnen kommen kann, bevor wir wieder nach Hause." ("No, hold, I want to speak to these people first and see if we can come to terms with them before we return home.") He snapped at them, nodding to the Comms operator, who pressed the button again. The Command deck went quiet with the hum of the machines and a crewman coughing. "Commander Rythorn of the Terran Navy, We request you hand over your hostages which are our men. They were on a recon mission to contact your Government, yet you hold them against the Cybran National Government's will. We request that we receive our peace seekers and we will go. Over."

He turned and nodded softly to the Comms operator as he turned and walked back to his command throne, a small droplet of sweat ran down his face, as he looked at each of the crew members. "Öffnen Sie die Kanäle zur Flotte und fordern für sie nicht mehr bewegt und gehen in die Schlacht Stationen. Wenn diese beginnt eine Schlacht, ich will die Cybran Marine in höchster Alarmbereitschaft sein. Wir sind nicht die einzigen, die in diesem Universum." ("Open the channels to the Fleet and request for them to stop moving and go to battle stations. If this starts a battle, I want the Cybran Navy to be on high alert. We are not the only ones in this Universe.")

He sat down carefully as the Crew did as they were told, the mass group moving around to get in contact with the other ships. This is just a small fleet... Emperor, what if we brought in one of the largest... He thought to himself as he wiped the sweat off his brow, staring out at his screens , playing with a control plan so the alarms went up within all the ships in the fleet. They would now be ready. He turned the throne around and nodded to the Commander of the soldiers on the ship, "Gehen Sie und schützen die ganze Schleuse Schilde, nichts, was nicht Cybran wird es in sich und ich weiß, ich kann Sie mit diesem Job zu vertrauen, haben Sie die richtige Waffen."" ("Go and protect all the air lock shields, nothing that isn't Cybran is it get in and I know I can trust you with that job, you have to proper weaponry.")

Grand Moff Tarin watched as the events began to unfold. Taiyou and Terran fleets began to respond as well. He turned to his first officer. "Command All of our forces to stand down. "Patch me through to Admiral Yamamoto and Commander Rhythorn." He said swiftly. He glanced around as he waited. "And cancel the reinforcement order." He added.

Tarin ran a hand through his hair. This new foreign policy is going to be the end of us. He thought glumly, Terra is a hornets nest one that Luke Sullen is only too keen to poke. The bridge officer grabbed his attention as the officer gave him the Go ahead, first he would Address Admiral Yamamoto then he would address the Terrans.

"Attention Taiyou fleet, This is Grand-Moff Tarin, I extend the SEC's utmost respect and am impressed by your response time. I believe we are both here for the same reasons not for Terra but for our own. Like you we have diplomats and some military personnel on Terra and wish to protect theses assets. But we are willing to leave this negotiating to the Terran's. We also hope that these mutual interests could lead to negotiations between our people in the future. At this time my fleet is standing down." Tarin said before closing the channel. "Alert me of a response." The admiral said to his comm officer.

Then he opened the channel to the Terran forces. "Attention Terran forces. I will have my fleet stand down immediately. We are merely protecting our diplomatic assets on your planet. When convenient we would also like to find a time to meet with both your government and the Invictus I hope this message will be passed on to the correct officials at your convenience. We recognize this is a Terran matter but we will stand by and I will offer any assistance if this turns hostile."

"You must be mistaken." The captain told the foreign fleet, "We have no hostages on this planet. Anyone you sent down is uninvited and breaking the law." Rythorn said.

"We don't know you from the next guys, so I have my doubts that anything your people were doing on the planet were legal. If they are being held, it's as criminals, as tresspassers." Captain Rythorn informed Groshkov.

"I ask that you stand down, put some distance between yourself and my planet, and let me make contact with the ground." Rythorn commanded, "Failure to comply will result in us taking aim, any longer to comply and we will open fire." The man said seriously.

"For the sake of everyone here, be reasonable."

Gorshkov grunted, staring at the interface of the ships controls carefully, "I do not believe that my people were doing anything illegal. You have my people at gun point according to the source before it disappeared. We have stopped deceiving transmissions from our people and we must presume you have them hostage. Of which is against the Cybran Laws. Under Order nineteen point eight point five,

Any person, people, civilization, or planet holding any member of Cybran origin against their will will be acted upon by the Cybran Police and/or Navy.

"

He swallowed, slowly turning to walk off to the battle control station. On the way, he collapsed, having a heart attack.

As soon as the news came through, Vice Admiral Lucius Scythe took control of the comms, "Captain Rythorn of the Terran Navy? This is Vice Admiral Scythe of the Cybran Navy. We would wish to conduct investigates of hostage taking on your planet. I will be the overall commander of this as Admiral Gorshkov has just passed away after having a heart attack which went unnoticed."

It was at that moment that a TNG Trireme, Nerf Gun, entered the scene, carefully positioning itself between the Cybran aggressors and the planet. They'd been patched into the comm the whole time, of course. They took positions beside Commander Rythorn and his own fleet.

"Admiral Gorshkov, this is Captain Jennifer Santez," a woman's would appear on the Cybran's hail screen as they were contacted by the newly-arrived ship, "I stand by Commander Rythorn, Commander Murami and Grand Moff Tarin in the defense of this planet. I apologize that the rest of the Terran fleet cannot be here to greet you personally, they're still returning from a six-month outer-galactic mission and should be returning shortly." The girl reclined back in her captain's chair, her hands resting on the seat's arms. Technicians and crew members buzzed all about her on the bridge. "I agree with the previous statements. We have had no Cybran diplomats come to Terra. If that had been the case, I assure you they would have been treated with the utmost respect and hospitality. Now. We HAVE had a TERRORIST come to our planet and illegally hack into our TIB mainframe, fire on our agents and endanger the lives of Terran civilians, a terrorist who CLAIMED to represent the Cybran Nation." The woman smiled. "But I'm certain that NO representative of your fine faction would ever dream of opening up diplomacy with a foreign nation on such a... displeasing note. Surely this fugitive does not represent you or your people. I mean, that would just be... an unintelligent way to begin negotiations, wouldn't you agree?"

"We're dealing with another Aschen-like military, it seems." Rythorn muttered to his crew before speaking up into the communication channels.

"I've already said what I needed to say, Captain Santez has said her piece as well. We've heard what your precurser had to say." Captain Rythorn told Vice-Admiral Scythe, "I'm a Navy man, but I'm a Navy man with my ears to the ground, with a lot of friends with just as many ears to the ground and my eyes on every TV set and news program across the planet." The man continued.

"We are not holding your people hostage, if they are being held it's not by us, if by us it's because they may very well be those terrorists Captain Santez spoke of." Rythorn told Scythe, "Or, they could be dead. We have terrorists of our own with no love for uniforms."

"I repeat for the last time, I will make contact with the ground, I will take their word above yours, of course. I don't know you like I know the men and women who fought, nearly died, for this planet." Rythorn said seriously.

AHSC Fleet of Profound Solitude
Reverence II 'Far Sight Lost'
Reverence II 'Profound Solitude II'
Admiral Gina Inviere

498 Reverence I Carriers
1,000 Battlestars
1,000 Various support ships, Cruisers, frigates, etc.

The Far Sight Lost was the first Reverence II to jump in directly to the starboard of the Cybran Armada, the massive 30km long Reverence II Supercarrier had winked in with a glimmer of white light, which skimmed from bow to stern, causing the entire ship itself to flicker into existence.

As soon as the ship had gotten it's bearings, Inviere went wide eyed as the AI reported in.

"Attention, We have DRADIS Contact, two one one carom one three nine. Unidentified IFF, Analysis confirmed hostile, recommend condition one."

Inviere quietly listened to the AI's report, before she nodded. "Action stations."

The light turned from a violet to a deep red, and the AI chimed it's report. "Action Stations, Action Stations, Set condition one throughout the fleet... this is not a drill."

Inviere cleared her throat and she began to manipulate the tactical holographic system, before 2,498 other Aschen ships jumped in, winking in one by one in rapid succession, followed by the second Reverence II, the Profound Solitude II, it's gleaming hull glinting in the sunlight, as it positioned itself in a broad flanking maneuver around the Cybran fleet.

"Terrans you better get frosty, We're preparing for a hot dump of your ships for combat preparations." Nagala said on the radio, manipulating her holographic interface as the Profound Solitude made a wide loop around the Cybran fleet, and she broadcast her message.

"Attention unknown vessel, this is the Reverence II Profound Solitude II, identify yourselves or we will fire upon you."

Bringing the massive Aschen supercarrier around, shields began to flicker, and massive, gaping hangar bays opened up to expose Terran trireme vessels mounted on long catapulting rails.

Nagala got back on the channel with Captain MacDuff.

"Initializing magnetic acceleration launchers, hold onto the life bar and keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times." Nagala said, looping the Reverence II around.

"AI Bring Turbodisruptors to bear for full broadside, Salvo fire."

The AI complied, and the second Aschen supership began to power weapons, while the first also began to open it's gaping hangar bay, exposing Terran ships mounted on catapulting rails.

1210 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Hamburg,
Ultra Dreadnought class Battleship
Battlefleet Titan (50,000 ships strong)
Just outside Solar System 1921-01-2

Having been through the little known area of the Solar System surrounding the target planet, the Battlefleet Titan sat waiting. The Supreme Vice Admiral of the entire Cybran Navy sat aboard his own ship, the HDS Hamburg. The messages being received from the smaller Cybran Fleet, Olymp. The messages were somewhat alarming that there were more Nations than expected. The Supreme Vice Admiral turned to the lower Admirals that operated his command deck with a yawn, "Holen Sie sich mehr Kräfte in dieser Galaxie, habe ich ein Gefühl, Krieg ist über ausbrechen. Wir müssen zu bewegen in und unterstützen unsere Flotte in der Solaranlage. Ich möchte eine Nachricht zurück zu Oberkommando verlangt, dass wir die anderen BattleFleets hier haben auf einmal."

He turned in his command throne, his eyes glancing around the place as the crew got set to work. He knew that there would be people trying stuff back home, but the agent Steven Lindemann was more important with the information he had. He put his cap onto the floor, looking at the lines of information displaying on his screen, "Nehmen Sie Kurs auf der anderen Flotte, möchte ich die wahre Macht unserer Kräfte hier zu zeigen."

And so it began, the vast movement of the Battlefleet Titan slowly started to power up its thrusters, pushing towards the movement of the other forces, hopefully not too late.

1211 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Feuer-Spitze,
Kammerjäger class Battleship
Battlefleet Olymp (5000 ships strong)
Solar System 1921-01-2

Scythe swallowed, taking control of the Comms with a sigh, "This is Vice Admiral Scythe of the Cybran Battlefleet Olymp. Captain Santez, that is where you are incorrect, your people have taken our Civilian, who had safety became a member of your little planet. You should be aware that I have just had word from a number of other Battlefleets in the sector, that they will come in a use force in order to stop your torture of Cybran Civilians. I have orders to bring down the full might of the Cybran Nation down onto anyone that stands in the way of the units trying to retrieve our Civilian. If this Civilian has done anything like hakcked into your database, he will be executed for his crimes onboard this ship."

He turned, cutting the comms for a moment before turning his attention to the new AHSC Fleet, "Reverence II Profound Solitude II, this is the Cybran Battlefleet Olymp, of the Cybran Nation. We are here to stop the torture of our civilian stuck on the planet of which the people of the Terran Fleet will not release. This mission will go hostile if you move in closer to us. We will fire. I repeat, we will open fire. Over."

SEC Battle Group Fury
Command Ship: Triumph
Fleet Command Deck
Combat Ships: 1,200


Grand Moff Tarin stood on the command deck of his super carrier, clutching the railing tightly deep in thought. The comm traffic played through the bridge and left an ere silence for the crew as they waited for orders. With an exhale of breath Tarin finally spoke. "Send a coded message to the Terran fleet pledging our full support for their defense and get me High Naval Command on screen." He ordered. Officers began to scurry as the comm crews sent the message to the Terran fleet. "SEC Nav Command on Screen Sir." A female officer stated.

"Command this is Grand Moff Tarin, Calling for activation of Emergency Protocol One, The situation above and on Terra seems to have taken a turn of the worst. I am requesting the 6th fleet be rerouted from the docks and activated for combat effective immediately. They are to group up with The 7th Marines and 6th Armored before leaving SEC space and are to drop in behind this mess and wait for further orders. Security Code Delta Bravo Seven Echo." He said and there was a nod from the officer on screen.

The admiral looked over the scene as of now the fleet was at weapons down. "All Shields up Form up in a supporting position port-side to the Terran's. We are not to fire unless fired upon, all crew members are to report to battle stations. Alert Tiger Squadron, and Ready two drone Bomber squadrons. We are moving to condition red have damage control crews report for combat as well. We are going to have to hold if until the 6th fleet arrives." He said before moving swiftly across the fleet command deck to his chair and strapped himself in. He opened a comm to Captain Williams the Triumphs Flag Captain. "Captain the helm is yours Keep us safe." He said in fleets of this scale they fleet command and bridge were placed in strategically different locations giving operational capacity to two sectors and also keeping single ship command and fleet wide command separate.

Rythorn let out a deep sigh, "Open channels to the Aschen." He ordered, "Channels open." A bridge officer responded after just a few seconds.

"Aschen vessels, stand down, we're already handling this situation, the last thing we need is this becoming a flashpoint or ship graveyard because you can't keep it in your pants." Captain Rythorn said to his momentary Aschen allies, or foes.

"This is not a request, it's an order from the standing navy of a sovereign nation. Failure to comply will result in us and our allies opening fire on you for you are breaking our laws and those of our de facto interim government." Rythorn told the Aschen.

"As for you, navy of the Cybran Nation, I advice you not to make such threats towards us. If you attack us without proof of any wrongdoing that will be an act of war, if your people are being detained it's best you give me time to make contact with the ground and see what's going on." Rythorn told Scythe, "Distance yourself, or we will fire and we will take you to war."

The two Aschen flagships held their position, in different portions of the Solar System, red icons displaying the entirety of the Cybran fleet as they moved through the star system.

"Admiral, the Enemies have us outnumbered ten to one." A Lieutenant reported, and Inviere nodded.

"Then it is an even fight."

Inviere then turned to respond to the Terrans. "We have no intention of escalating this situation, but we will respond in kind if they engage, Commander. Our survival and the integrity of this fleet is paramount over whatever political situation you have ongoing." She responded, while listening to the exchange between the Terrans and the Cybrans.

Inviere thumbed her chin as she pulled up some text. "Sounds like the Imperialists, only difference is, we actually controlled this space, the Cybrans do not. Better get me up to speed on international law." She said, opening a channel to the Cybran fleet.

"Cybran Fleet this is Far Sight Lost Actual, remind me what gives you the right to threaten Terra over one Civilian, especially given the fact you have absolutely no jurisdiction over this space."

Inviere's XO finally spoke up. "At least we had Concordat's and Treaties to back our demands up."

"Might not want to do open fire on the Aschen, Rythorn," a familiar voice would chime in from the Aschen vessel, "seeing as how a good two-thirds of the Terran Navy is currently riding piggy-back on their ships."

From aboard the Reverence's bridge, Ashton MacDuff surveyed the imposing Cybran fleets with obvious scrutiny. "Sorry to arrive on such short notice," he continued his comm patch, "but we were just getting some help back to Terra. Inviere happened to be in the neighborhood and gave us a lift. We're all friends here. There's no reason to attack the Aschen." Clearing his throat, he patched into the Cybran fleet. "As for YOU. Let me assure you that the Terran National Government will NOT tolerate the presence of an alien nation who sanctions terrorism and threatens our national security with war. You have five minutes to clear your pompous, Nazi asses out of our space grid, or I will personally-"

"Captain MacDuff!" the voice of Captain Aaron Vrail quickly assumed the comm patch, "you have said quite enough!"

"Why I've yet to speak even a quarter of my mind, Vrail! If you even try to-"

MacDuff was abruptly cut off. The sound of a scuffle ensued.

"Guten Tag, geehrt Krieger," the voice of Vrail patched through at last, slightly breathless, "I believe what our honored captain MEANT to say, is that if there has been any confusion regarding this hostage situation that we can discuss it peacefully and diplomatically. We can begin by putting away all of our guns. And meeting face-to-face like sensible people."

1215 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Feuer-Spitze,
Kammerjäger class Battleship
Battlefleet Olymp (5000 ships strong)
Solar System 1921-01-2
Scythe swallowed, watching the display screens before he turned around, glaring at the speakers. The Cybrans had once when through a time of Nazism and it was a criminal offense to call someone a Nazi, unless proven with evidence. The Cybran Vice Admiral carefully started to march up and down the control bridge, waiting for his next task in the mind of his head. He needed time to think, but time was not the thing a true leader should need.

1215 Hours,
Command Deck
HDS Hamburg,
Ultra Dreadnought class Battleship
Battlefleet Titan (50,000 ships strong)
Just outside Solar System 1921-01-2

The Supreme Admiral yawned once more, standing to his feet, his eyes scanned the command deck before he took controls of all Cybran Comms to anyone, "This is The Supreme Vice Admiral of the Cybran Navy, I would like to apologize for any miss understanding from Admiral Gorshkov. The man is dead and he does not matter now. I believe we should come to an agreement peacefully, with the willingness to move forward and stop all of this fighting before it even starts. I will sent a small ship into a position between all of the fleets so everyone can come on board and we can sit down and talk, over."

"Understood, Captain MacDuff. Just keep their muzzles on until there's actual combat." Captain Rythorn responded, "If combat can be avoided we should try to avoid it. No need for posturing and threats." He continued, "That goes for you too, Cybrans. You've been treading a fine line."

Rythorn was clearly pissed to those that knew him, he was usually a calm man. Even now he might have come off as calm, but to those who knew him well enough the man stewing.

"You all can go ahead and have your talk, that's not my job or my place." Rythorn told the Cybran Naval leaders, "Open channels to Terrans and Aschen only." The Terran captain ordered his crew, "Open, sir." A bridge officer responded.

"I don't trust these guys as far as Anodyne chick from the Militia can throw them. If you get aboard their ship be careful, you too, Aschen. Try not to let your guard down too much with these people."

Tarin didn't trust this though as things seemed to cool off a bit he relaxed a bit in his chair. "Keep all Shields at full power but lower threat level to Yellow Alert." He said as he debated what to do.

He pressed a button and opened a comm to the Aschen and Rythorn. "I'm sending an envoy in route to support the negotiations though we will leave everything up to Terra." He said.

A sleek vessel could be seen coming from the direction of Terra escorted by a fighter wing. Kilum sat in his quarters as he looked over a report of the situation and realized they had little to no information of the Cybrans meaning this meeting would set fourth key diplomatic policy toward the nation.