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Commander Zerrinova

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by EnigmaticallyEerie

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A newly risen nation discovered in the depths of the Onyx Galaxy, they seek to make a place for themselves in the Multiverse.

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Full Name: Korenia Adroshia Zerrinova
Gender: Female ♀
Race: Sakar
Age: 371
Rank: Commander
Discerning scars: Tell tale scars of surgical implantation.
Tattoos: Some minor facial tattooing under her left eye.

So begins...

Commander Zerrinova's Story

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Character Portrait: Admiral Stratcona Character Portrait: Captain Kalenskov Character Portrait: Commander Zerrinova
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Space travel has always been mankind's dream, the romanticism of grand voyages throughout the heavens to discover, learn, and engage with extraterrestrial life. The dream was far more a nightmare when the dream's inception to reality was realized. In addition to discovering not all space faring folk want peace, but humanity itself began to fracture. The long fought global peace among the human race had come to an end with the expansion into the great unknown. Planets and colonies became the countries of old, new religions replacing those of earthly restrictions, beliefs of new ancients, gods, and monsters with man's expansion. Greed was also a factor, is always a factor. Despite it's adaptation through the millennia, technological advancements, and the many truths discovered, mankind has yet to discover a cure to the persistent plague of always wanting more. War among the stars was inevitable, and so mankind adapted to fill the space age niche.

One of many Terra's splinters now travelled from beyond it's claim, not on a path of war, but exploration. Since the overthrow of the failing government, the newly formed Unitem Planetary Corporatocracy sought to reestablish old links to kin far spread throughout the universe. While in the past the Krauskarian Parliament were eager for sovereignty and seclusion, the now empowered UPC found that connections beyond their own Solar System was far more beneficial. This goes without saying, but the envoy tasked with such a grand uniting did so aboard many well armed vessels. The lead of this fleet was well known among the UPC, a ship that had aided in the great Krausk Civil War, earning a reputation of efficiency under the command of its just as renowned captain. Now an admiral and leading the aforementioned fleet, Kenneth Stratcona was appointed overseer of intergalactic negotiations. With an extensive dossier, Admiral Stratcona had been scrutinized for months before being selected; a resume of peace keeping as well as warfighting. After much deliberation, the seven had concluded Kenneth to be ideal that should diplomacy fail then he could handle the conflicts as well.

The lead vessel, designated a Titan class Assault Carrier, truly lived up to its name. The ship was a behemoth, measuring at a colossal 11,713 meters from bow to stern. And while it is listed to be a carrier, carrying a complement of 4000 aerospace craft, ranging from fighters and bombers, to landing craft and gunships. Additionally, aboard was a contingent of 10,000 ground assault personnel trained for planet side warfare, as well as the necessary military vehicles to fulfill the roles of land based conventional warfare; the numbers of which reach a little over 6,500. All in all, the ship compliment consisted of 32,000 crew. While a carrier, the ship itself bolstered a rather impressive armament of rail cannons. Along the deck there also resides a mega-calibre mass drive cannon, which was capable of a variety of projectiles for unique encounters. Additionally the ship carries an array of missiles, torpedoes, and rockets of varying payload types.

Supporting the main craft were an additional 2 carriers, though about half the size of the titan, merely fleet carriers. They supported the same armament, though less in number, and lacked the mass drive cannon. The vehicular and crew compliment respectively halved that of its big brother. Their also included three battleship class vessels, which had some fighter compliments, though drastically less than the carriers, but sported a greater number of guns. Mass driver cannons, significantly lower calibre than the colossal carrier, decorated both the spine and under carriage. Where their lacked a driver cannon you could be sure had a missile port or railgun. Then there was the Dreadnought, a battleships by all accounts except in size and numerical weapons. The dreadnought was significantly more armed, and of course boasted higher calibre. Whats more, torpedoes were included in the armament similar to those of the assault carrier. Finally there was the the titan class, the singular ship that came close to the Assault carrier in size, measuring at 6,491. This beast was the only other ship in the fleet sporting the mass drive cannons of equal calibre to the assault carrier, though it carried two as apposed to the carriers single. Like the battleship and dreadnought, the titan was bristling with weapons, though it accommodated a far grander abundance. The ship was clearly designed to take on other ships of capital class or greater. A fleet of eight to tackle any issue the expeditionary force should come across, though the show of force was hoped to be enough to discourage hostile intentions.

"Captain, we're nearing the space inhabited by what is locally known as Aschen. Deep scans indicate many large structures within the deep core space, possibly defence platforms or major space docks." a young fellow called from a console, the holoscreen feeding the information he relayed. Not long after his announcement did a woman come to stand behind the crewman. This woman about 5'8" with a fit build, which was shelled in a formal attire depicting the insignia of the beckoned rank. Her arms were crossed at her mid-drift, as she too inspected the display of light.
"Right, Aschen space..." mulled the captain, a droll of feigned excitement likely a dramatic display of sarcasm, "... I'll inform the Admiral. For now lets remain outside the borders, drop FTL by fifty percent. Keep me posted on any other developments via mem-com."
"Aye-aye, captain."
The woman, formally known as Captain Kalenskov, soon moved back to her personal station, whereupon she made contact with her superior officer. This was done via console tied into her seat addressed to her position of rank, which sat to the right of the admiral's. Placing her palm upon the pad, her identity was soon confirmed, and her voice spoke out clear and commanding to the onboard computer.
"Establish contact, Admiral's quarters." to which the computer chimed in a monotone male synth tone, "Connection confirmed." Soon after, a holoscreen projected within her periphery. This screen was a projection into her cornea via optic implantation, a bit of kit that is issued to many, if not all, UCP fleet members.
"Admiral, we've made..." she was cut off by the more senior officer, "Well, good morning to you too, Miss Kalenskov."
"Mh... Good morning, sir. I was just contacting you to update..." again she was cut off, "Update me as to our position outside Aschen space and of the likely conflict we will have with this war mongering fascists?" his tone was light hearted enough, but still seemed a bit jabby to the Captain.
"... Y-yes sir." she completed, a bit flustered that her senior officer knew her so well. The captain had issues stemming from the years prior to the UCP, the Kraskarian times leaving its marks in many ways.
"I will be there shortly, Captain. Thank you for the update. Inform navigation to hold at the nearest outer rim tower to our current position. Maintain an orbit of 8,000 kilometres."
"Aye-aye, sir." and with that the connection was cut. Captain Kalenskov would soon relay the orders, and thus the fleet would abide.

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Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Admiral Stratcona Character Portrait: Captain Kalenskov Character Portrait: Commander Zerrinova Character Portrait: Classis XII Sector Thraecia Character Portrait: E.V.E.
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The fringes of Aschen controlled space
'The Hethem Ice Fields'


The Hethem Ice Fields were an expansive, sparsely populated region of Aschen space that had always seen little attention in the recent years, with as thin as Imperial assets had been stretched in various campaigns, or actions across the Galaxy, it was a wonder no one had capitalized on the region of space at all. The Hethem Ice fields were nearly one hundred light years across, comprised predominately of small icy planetoids, and comets that drifted lazily through the void, it was empty, that much was certain save for a single Watchtower that had been tasked with overseeing the entire sector. This watchtower was positioned in a gravity anchor nearly half a light year away from where the fleet had begun it's entrance into space few dared to venture.

Aboard the Watchtower that the Aschen Empire Designated Beta-two-nine a single console technician was half asleep. He was seated in a somewhat uncomfortable chair, and had been seated in that same place for nearly four hours into his twelve hour shift. He was lazily flinging small pieces of paper across the console, trying to get them into a poorly constructed hoop fashioned out of a pencil, and paperclips. The young technician was failing at this prospect, as he rested his head in his hand, and only half-way stared at the three-dimensional holographic projection that displayed the entirety of the Hethem Ice Fields, and surrounding space.

The young technician was awakened suddenly by several audible beeps, which were audible enough to get his attention, each sequence of two rapid beeps signaled each ship's arrival into it's detection matrices, and with each sequence of audible chimes, the man began to awaken from his daydreaming state, and focus on the screen.

"What the..." He said to himself as he tried to shake the last vestiges of sleepiness from his eyes, and focused on the screen, each yellow icon was labeled as an anomaly, but extrapolated by the system as 'Possible enemy contact.' He watched carefully as the contacts seemed from where he was, to approach the demarcation line, which in of itself was blurry in such a desolate void of space.

The man had to act quickly, he shifted in his seat to pick up the telecommunications receiver, keying up the central command office of the Watchtower.

"Command, this is Early Warning, I have a group of unidentified contacts encroaching on Imperial space, moving three nine seven carom one two eight, formation indicates possible enemy warship activity." He called into the receiver, while the second officer next to him raised an eyebrow, and looked at the display.

"You're calling it in, Claudius?" The officer asked quizzically, cantering his head slightly. "It could be anything, it could be smugglers!" The officer iterated. Claudius simply shook his head, and focused on the console. "Smugglers aren't usually this bold." He replied, placing the receiver back into it's cradle. "They'll signal the fleet to investigate, given increased ALIRBAD activity, and the arrival of the Oberon in our home systems, we can't leave anything to chance."

Claudius heaved an audible sigh, and focused back on the seven yellow icons that dotted his display. It was in the fleet's hands now, of that he was certain.



Reverence II Class Planetary Assault Carrier Absolution
The Cosmora Archipelago
Admiral's Ready Room


It had been a normal day aboard the Reverence II Absolution. Admiral Nash was enjoying a fresh cup of coffee as she began to go over the logs from the previous day, filing them with the ship's new log keeping system, which would be collated, and sent to fleet HQ. Almost immediately as Nash brought the hot mug to her lips, the neutral, warm blue-green visage of the Aschen Empire's custodial AI EVE flickered into view upon a small pedestal just adjacent to the Admiral's console.

"Good morning Admiral, it is zero-seven thirty local ship time, I have received a priority alert from Watchtower Beta-two-nine, and have assigned your battle group to investigate. We have a possible border incursion into the fringes of the Colonial Frontier, unidentified warships, unidentified technology and disposition." EVE Reported, her voice devoid of emotion, and unsettlingly soothing as she spoke.

"I've linked your escorts, they will be synchronizing their FTL Drives so you will all arrive as one group, Three Iconoclast Battleships, two Punisher Battleships, five Hastati cruisers, two Athena carriers, and four Aegis cruisers." The AI reported, as the fleet loadout flickered into view in green ship icons alongside her display for Admiral Nash to view. Nash briefly cast her eyes over to the display, and then pushed herself from her desk, which was a sleek steel and glass ensemble with integrated three-dimensional holographic projector. The woman gritted her teeth for a moment, and frowned. It seemed she was not going to get any peace, but then again, no one ever did. Standing up she moved away from the desk, and out of her ready room. It was a brief walk from the ready room to the ship's CIC.

Nash turned to a holographic projection of EVE that was online just to the right of her command console, she nodded, and then turned to the FTL station.

"Spool up our FTL drives, and calculate a course for the Hethem Ice Fields." She glanced over towards EVE's projection. "Have our escorts calculate their jumps accordingly." Nash added, and EVE offered a nod in the affirmative as the shrill whine of the massive FTL Drive system of the Reverence II whirred to life. Torres grabbed the console railing, and tried to swallow the knot in her stomach. Despite her long career, FTL Travel always gave the Admiral intense nausea immediately prior to jumps.





Roughly fifty thousand kilometers away, facing in front of the UPC Fleet, several spatial distortions began to open up, brilliant flashes of white light scintillated across the void of space, signaling the arrival of the very first of the Aschen greeting party. A single Reverence II arrived first, and was a testament to both the power of the Aschen People, and their propensity to build to excess. It was the very symbol of the might of the Empire, and while somewhat older, and less favored over the newer Imperious class, the Reverence II was still very much remarked as the spaceship Bugatti of the Aschen Empire.

Even at these distances, the sheer size of the Aschen carrier made it almost easily observed by the naked eye, and scans would show an absolute gargantuan thirty kilometers of warship from prow, to engines. It's massive, bulbous silhouette gave it an intimidating appearance as the symbol of Aschen oppression across the galaxy. The second generation Reverence class served as the flagship, and central command for Aschen operations for much of the last five decades, since the beginnings of the Terran Conflict, and through the Garden Campaigns, the Reverence II served the Empire dutifully as the cutting edge of Aschen engineering, and construction. Aschen military thinkers touted the claim that a single Reverence II was capable of single handedly subjugating an entire planet with hundreds of individual squadrons of fighters, and bombers, and a complement of three million Imperial soldiers. Reverence II's served as the central supply point, and logistics point for almost any Imperial incursion into enemy territories.

Though this gargantuan warship did not appear to be bristling with weapons, as it's contingent of massive turbodisruptor batteries lay hidden behind thick retractable plates of armor, that the Aschen ship only revealed in the event that they were needed. Each turbodisruptor as the Aschen called them was a direct-energy weapon that fired supercharged particle bolts encased in superheated plasma, capable of flattening entire cities planet side at full charge, and vaporizing smaller ships in nearly one shot, they were the mainstay of this particular warship, and were well suited for ship-to-ship combat, specifically slugging it out with another vessel like two old ships of the line.

Admiral Nash watched the display closely, while EVE had yet to properly calculate their trajectory, the closer positioning of the Reverence II allowed them to at least get a better look at the ships. Nash focused her attention on the large projection in front of her.

"It's not much of an incursion." She remarked. "These are cruisers at best, hardly a threat to even the least fortified Imperial defenses." She said to herself, stroking her chin in confusion for a moment.

At that moment, the rest of the battle group winked into existence, three Iconoclast class battleships, each clocking in at roughly five-point-six kilometers in length. Despite their own sheer size, they had been dwarfed by the much larger Reverence II. Each Iconoclast was angular in appearance, rugged, and built for war. Each bristled with their armaments, specifically eight three-barreled emplacements of the Aschen Empire's super-magnetic-acceleration-cannons, which were designed to fire a twelve-thousand ton projectile at near relativistic velocities, an effective weapon against ships even larger than they. The smaller Punisher class battleships followed next, two to be precise, clocking in at a heavyweight three kilometers in length, but sporting slightly more armaments' than the Iconoclast, the Punisher class took it's design cues from the Iconoclast, and it appeared that the larger Reverence II were from different generations than the smaller ships that were winking in.

Five 1.5km long Hastati cruisers jumped in next, taking a trapezoidal formation around the Reverence II, followed immediately by two 2km long Athena class missile carriers, and four 800 meter long Aegis class cruisers took up defensive formation around the entire battlegroup. The Vessels moved in a tightly coordinated formation, slowly, but menacingly.

After a moment, a milky white curtain of light shimmered into existence around each of the Aschen warships, flitting about like a ribbon of light, and shimmering much like sunlight dances on water before disappearing entirely. This was a strong indication of energy shields.

"Admiral, all ships are in position, shields are active, and all decks report action ready." EVE reported, while Nash offered a slight nod. She watched the display closely.

"Transmit hostile challenge and ID, simple binary." Nash instructed, and EVE quickly complied, as a simple binary bitstream message was broadcast to the UPC Ships.

"Attention unidentified vessels, you are approaching space controlled by the Aschen Empire. Identify yourselves, and state your intentions, or we will be forced to take defensive measures."

"Message transmitted." EVE reported, while Nash nodded, and focused her attention on the display.

"Let's see what these xenos have to say for themselves." Nash added, clasping her hands behind her back, and narrowing her eyes in anticipation.

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Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Admiral Stratcona Character Portrait: Captain Kalenskov Character Portrait: Commander Zerrinova Character Portrait: Classis XII Sector Thraecia Character Portrait: E.V.E.
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The Aschen fleet began appearing long before the Admiral had reached the bridge, the flashing distortions of space revealing each gargantuan vessel. The first seemed to spread unease among the crew. The sheer magnitude of the craft alone was enough to discourage any attempt of conflict. Fortunately for this fleet, conflict was preferred to be avoided. Admiral Stratcona would finally make his appearance as the rest of the Aschen fleet came out of FTL.
"My, thats a big one." chimed the veteran moments before taking a draw of coffee he'd procured along his travel to the bridge. Despite the daunting show of force the Aschens displayed, the tactful Admiral seemed unmoved by the overbearing mass of space ships layed out before him.
"Sir, the Aschen fleet has sent a binary based code message." this came from the communications officer.
"Relay." commanded the admiral as both he and the captain approached.
"Attention unidentified vessels, you are approaching space controlled by the Aschen Empire. Identify yourselves, and state your intentions, or we will be forced to take defensive measures."
The admiral's brow furrowed, perhaps exaggeratedly so.
"Well, we don't want that now, do we?" a coy smirk tugged at his mien, this he directed to his uneasy captain; clearly not sharing in the superior's optimism.
"Lieutenant, replicate binary communications pattern and relay the following..." the admiral paused as he strolled casually towards the command seat, "... Intentions, non-aggressive. None dare challenge the Aschen Armada, let alone attack on their homefield. We seek negotiations of an alliance, one aimed to mutually benefit the grand Aschen Empire, and the Unitem Planetary Corporatocracy."
"Looking to appeal to the Aschens' good nature?" mused the Captain Kalenskov, her arms crossed and her weight shift to one leg, accentuating her disbelief in such a tactic succeeding.
"The Aschen are a proud race, indeed. Scrupulous, cunning, when they need to be. They are a brutal and protective people, but they are not evil, Captain. They have their scars, much like we do. Empathy goes a long way, we just need common ground." The admiral was poised in his explanation, and yet not without his good natured demeanour.
"That all being said, having a few weapons capable of erasing matter from existence doesn't hurt to have just in case."
To this the captain shook her head and rolled her eyes, "That's if it even works against Aschen tech."
"Lets hope we don't have to find out."
The message as portrayed by the Admiral was sent verbatim to the Aschen lead vessel, from which first contact was established. The game of diplomacy had begun, though only on a fleet level, nonetheless important. From this point on would be militaristic negotiations until the true government of the Aschen Empire could be reached, which was a trust not easily earned with the Aschen.

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Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Admiral Stratcona Character Portrait: Captain Kalenskov Character Portrait: Commander Zerrinova Character Portrait: Classis XII Sector Thraecia Character Portrait: E.V.E.
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Admiral Nash quietly watched the displays, seemingly studying the formations, the composition of the fleet, and even the sizes of the ships, which were being calculated by EVE by using a series of sophisticated sensor suites, and algorithms. The Admiral quietly clasped her hands behind her back and leaned over the console, which reflected a soft blue light off of her face.

"I have picked up a reply coming from the Alien fleet." EVE chirped in, her shimmering blue visage turning to face off with Admiral Nash. She translated their message to Anquietas, and displayed the text on a three-dimensional holographic projection in front of the Admiral.

"An Alliance." Nash said as she stroked her chin in slight confusion. She was slightly moved by the tone of the message, it was humble, not overbearing, it appealed to the arrogant nature of the Aschen, whoever these Xenos were, they knew their place. This brought a slight smirk to the woman's face, before she turned to EVE. "Have all ships stand down to condition two." She instructed, and EVE quickly complied, broadcasting the directive to the fleet, and outwardly, they seemed unmoving, but internally, one by one the ship's crews were slowly coming out of combat readiness, stepping down to the next level.

"Transmit video message." Nash instructed. EVE looked to the Admiral with a hint of confusion, but nodded in compliance. EVE keyed up the CIC's camera system, and began broadcasting on a radio bitstream transmission to the ships, if they were capable of receiving two way video transmissions. The broadcast was a high fidelity living video transmission that displayed Admiral Nash, a middle aged auburn haired woman of slender build, wearing a dark grey single breasted wool uniform that was adorned with dark blue over the pocket flaps, and lapels. The uniform itself was adorned with her rank insignia, which was pinned to the high collar of the uniform jacket. Two gold diamond shaped insignia that denoted the rank of Admiral.

Further adorning the uniform was a polished black leather sam browne style belt, which was fastened to a holster which carried a standard issue Aschen disruptor pistol, a sleek, and rather elegant weapon that contrasted with the imposing, fascistic style of her uniform. The CIC behind her was fairly large, and rather airy for a warship, with similarly dressed bridge officers working their stations, the holographic visage of a woman, EVE was in view besides Admiral Nash.

"Salve. Ego Praefectus Classis Leia Nash, de Imperii Aschen." EVE worked quickly to translate the spoken words to the simple binary, piggybacking the transmission to the alien ships. "Greetings, I am Admiral Leia Nash, of the Aschen Empire." She shifted her weight, as a bridge officer approached in the frame, and swiftly brought his fist across his chest, clicking his heels and standing at attention.

"Ad Victoriam." He said aloud, handing her a small stack of papers.

"Ad Victoriam." Nash replied, returning the salute, dismissing the younger officer, and turning to face the frame once more. Casting a brief glance to her right. "Iaci portum coordinatas."

The soft blue AI nodded, and began transmitting a set of coordinates to the Titan, docking coordinates with the much larger Reverence II. Perhaps a test. The Admiral turned back to the screen and made a face, pursing her lips slightly, the suspicion was evident in her sharp blue eyes. One noticeable feature was a lack of any implants, she issued her commands verbally as opposed to through some sort of neural link. The Aschen seemed old fashioned, or even backwards in this manner.

"Ego traducitur locus ad portum. Quid vultis procedere?" Nash replied. EVE once again piggybacking the translation. "I have transmitting docking coordinates. How will you proceed?" The message read, as the Admiral hardened her gaze, the CIC behind her quite calm, as the various men worked at their station, tapping their interfaces, and keying in commands into the system.