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Cybran Heer Marines

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tank Emperor

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A Nation built from war, owning a galaxy well out the way of the goings on in the multiverse.

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The Cybran Heer is a massive force counting over fifty eight trillion billion men, including Tank crews and the Heer's military airforce.

So begins...

Cybran Heer Marines's Story

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Operation Valkria,
12:05 (0 hour),
The Sky above Germi,
550 Dropships,
40 Cybran Kiao class landers,
5000 Heer Marines,
5500 Cybran Tanks (Panzer IVs, Panzer Vs, Pz 44s),
300 Anti aircraft guns/ missile launchers,
500 Troop Transports,
200 Anti tank vehicles,
50 SPGs

The dropships came down from the area above the planet slowly, making sure they lowered themselves correctly in the air above the continent of Germi. The Interceptors blasted around the area while the heavy bombers did bombing runs on the enemy battlestations close to the landing zone. The Cybran Kiao class landers hit the ground first, the massive landers almost the size of a city, while the dropships came down around the larger landers, unloading their troops and equipment before they went back into the skies once more. The masses of soldiers and Cybran Marines quickly started to set up a perimeter, gathering resources quickly as they waited for the dropships to come back with the engineers, in order to construct fire bases.


The Kiao class landers were a lot slower to get unloaded then up into the skies once more. The first wave was down, and the fires around the zone from the landings were massive, the carpet and heavy bombing effective. The operation should be a success unless something new appeared from the skies, of which, it did. Like a swarm of locusts, their opponents descended upon them. The battle was now joined.


As the Kiao class landers took off into the skies, a mass group of interceptors and fighters, clearly not of Cybran production stormed into the area above the ground forces, which were now fighting their own battle. Dug in tightly, they had prepared for the conflict that they were now embroiled in. Every one, to a man, had been drilled on the formations of the enemy and now they fired bravely into the crowd of their foes from the relative safety of their bunkers.


12:10 hours, (+0:05),
Command Bridge, HDS Resulta (Willasi class Battleship, flagship of the Fleet)


The command crew onboard the HDS Resulta came into action after picking up the new set of vessels on their sensors, along with the now massed enemy air formation. The screens were covered in a plague of dots, the new ships now starting to show on the glass screens at the computers started to target ships, showing them on the screen to the Fleet Admiral. "Launch the interceptors, all of them, from the whole fleet. We will throw everything we have at them." Without question his orders were obeyed, every one of the small swift space interceptor units mobilized with but a moment's notice. They moved across the battlefield with ease, their actions like a flawless dance as they separated each and every opposing ship, isolating them before cutting them down, one by one. Those who escaped the wrath of the interceptors soon found themselves prey to the AA guns and missile launchers carefully placed throughout every warship in the Cybran's Fleet.


The Fleet Admiral swallowed, resting his hands on the sides of her grey command throne, his Marine Commander wanting to launch dropships down onto the enemy ships in order to claim many of them and confuse the enemy, but in the Fleet Admiral's eyes such a move could prove too dangerous to the lives of his beloved soldiers. He shook his head slowly before it turned to face the commander, "We cannot allow such a thing, this is warfare, we must keep this fair."


His kindly gesture was met with anger. "Fair? What do these scoundrels know of fairness? How many have they murdered in their beds, how many of our cherished friends and families have we seen butchered or tortured at their hands?" But the Fleet Admiral stared down the Marine Commander, who fell silent, who was now ashamed of his passionate outburst.


"The enemy are the latest version of the old Nazis that once ruled our Nation, we must not allow anything stop us in destroying this new threat to the peace of the Cybran Nation, you know yourself at many of the Fleets have been put on patrol all over that nation with very few still undergoing repairs from the Civil war." He snapped, rising to his feet to walk slowly towards the glass screens, his boots clicking off the finely polished floors. "Alert the ground forces that we have possibly just found the cause of this latest outbreak. And we will call in the Battlefleet Kuron, in order to support the ground advance."


The glass screens started to show the enemy fleet suffering the true might of the Cybran Military, the interceptors and vessel bombers moving straight towards what seemed to be the flagship of this, pitiful fleet.

The setting changes from germi to The Chemias System

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The small vessel left the loading bay of the HDS Hiakack, fully loaded with Cybran Heer marines and some Customs officers. The smaller vessel moved towards the cargo vessel with ease, weaving in and out of the other ships as it came closer to the cargo vessel. Other traffic, including Passenger vessels slowly drifted past the Cybran Military ship, fully loaded.

The ship slowly eased its way into the docking bays of the cargo vessel, landing down slowly with a thud and a skid. The access door to the customs vessel slowly slid down from the main vessel, the air locks opening after the pressures had been adjusted within the smaller vessel. The pilots, were mainly machines with the brains of a Cybran being, all hooked up to the ship. The marines and customs walked down the ramp, the marines armed while the customs had a pistol; procedures.

The head of the customs force walked down with the head of the marine squad, looking at Victor. The customs officer walked towards him, offering a smile with a hand to shake, "You understand we need to check the whole of your vessel in case of any bombs? I take it you have your documents?" She smiled softly, a couple of the engineers came off the docking vessel also, to check the engines. "Was it you that had problems with your engines?"

The Heer squad commander sighed softly, glancing over at his squad, who were already standing with the customs officers. His implants were extensive, including a bionic arm, a lasernetic eye, and a bionic leg. He swallowed under his rebreather, sounding like a air filter. His pistol at his hip, and his rifle in his hands. His combat MkIV suit was fully upgraded with new gun camera on his shoulder, which housed a light for dark hallways of ships. He had already cocked his weapon, and done his checks on it before he had got onto the docking vessel.

The setting changes from the-chemias-system to Germi

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12:25 hours, (+0:20),
Command Bridge, HDS Resulta (Willasi class Battleship, flagship of the Fleet)


The entire crew of the massive star ship quickly went to high alert, the forces on board getting ready for landing of some sort. The ship came to a halt when the fighters started to attack the enemy flagship. There were no commutations systems trying to resolve the combat, as the Cybran want to show the true might of the Cybran Nation to its attackers.

The Fleet Admiral grunted, holding his head softly before he calmly switched his eyes to look up at the glass control screens. The targeting system was working well, but the system was taking a lot of energy which could be used elsewhere, “Are the weapons read y to fire?” He snapped, looking towards his weapons conducting officer, who in his grubby uniform nodded. The Fleet Admiral’s eyes slowly turned to the screens again giving that one word, the word that would show the enemy just what the Cybran’s were made of, “Fire at will.”

The message was quickly relayed down to the gun decks, the crew of whom quickly took aim and fired. The blast of white light came from below the Command deck, the glass screens darkening to stop the light from blinding the crew on board the ship. There were a few more bursts of light as the guns onboard the ship sent out their dark matter shells, infused with nuclear matter making it capable of destroying a planet at will if it wanted too. As the shells made a spearhead towards the main enemy vessel, a number of smaller guns opened fire, delivering a massive blow if the shells hit their target at the right speed.

The first lot of shells hit their target successfully; the fighters had taken into straight climbs upwards as the shells had fired. From the Command Deck of the explosions were impossible to miss, even with the naked eye.

”Target hit! Target hit!” came the shout from the weapons officer as the first shell exploded on impact and then the other shells ripping apart the target vessel which the crew had called the flag ship.

The Fleet Admiral grunted, standing up, smiling grimly. His battle scarred face showing a smirk as he swallowed, watching the Flagship being ripped apart, his eyes turning to look at the Comms officer, “Get the rest of the fleet to attack, and have the guns continue firing at the larger ships. I have to see the ground advance.” He turned, walking out with his boots clicking off the ground, putting his peaked cap onto his head with a smile.


Operation Valkria,
12:30 (0:25hour),
The Sky above Germi,
550 Dropships,
40 Cybran Kiao class landers,
5000 Heer Marines,
5500 Cybran Tanks (Panzer IVs, Panzer Vs, Panzer 44s),
300 Anti aircraft guns/ missile launchers,
500 Troop Transports,
200 Anti tank vehicles,
50 SPGs


Cybran Heer Command looked up from his position, the mass group of landers and interceptors coming down from the skies were clear. Right now, the Battle of Casgrax II was simple, the enemy trying to make attack after attack, but the Marines and tanks were holding them back. There were a number of radio calls wanting interceptors to appear and take out the bombers, which was then quickly relayed to the squadron commanders, who sent interceptors to the exact place they need to be.

He turned to face his advisers, nodding slowly, “We are winning, are we not?” He smiled, his blue eyes piercing an adviser’s own eyes, who just nodded without a word. He swallowed before turning around to face the combat area, “We will need more troops down here with the commanders want us to do a full scale attack and save the planet, these events will not look good for the enemy if the stories are true.”

Bohan,
North Germi (200 kilometres Northwards from the Heer Commander position)

The convoy of Cybran Panzer 44s moved forwards into the village, being greeted by masses of Cybran civilians, and a number of the last standing Cybran Planetary defence soldiers, who had held out the advance of the enemy around the village. The Heer marines who were with the Panzer 44s smiled softly, starting to take documents and get these people back into a normal state of living.

Captain Panther swallowed, climbing out his panzer with a smile, in full uniform and pistol at his hip. He jumped down onto the ground, rubbing his eyes as he said hello to a number of people who were massed around his tank. He smirked, nodding to people as the touched his tank, watching them carefully as the rest of his crew got out, apart from his radio operator, getting on contact with the Commander to the south. The other tanks behind him had already turned and started to move around the village to protect it if anything happened. A group of APCs moved into the village behind the first few tanks, off loading a number of Heer marines; who had started to look at documents and organize the massed group of people who had surrounded the tanks.

Panther swallowed, starting to tell people to form a line for the Marines to start checking documents. ’We’ll be here all day...’ He thought, looking at the line of people, some children little more than three years old with their mothers. He started to look around, taking account of his surroundings intensely. He turned to look at the commander of the Heer marines that was with his company of tanks, Oberstleutnant Von Reichenau. He nodded calmly before pointing to the crowd, “We’ll be here all day Oberstleutnant. Do you want me to tell my men to get food out the local super market?” He sighed softly, rubbing his eyes slowly.

“Yes, you should probably do that Hauptmann. It might increase the moral, just make sure they pay for it, I know what you tankers do.” Von Reichenau laughed, offering Panther a soft smile and a hand; of which Panther took with a smile. “And yes, I do suspect we will be here most of the day, can you relay to the Commander to push any movement around this village, I suspect the other villages and towns will be providing us more problems. I don’t know about the cities and how the enemy has put their defence around them. That could be a death trap for all of us.”

“Do you know how long before we make an attack against a city? Or is the Commander going to call down the Para regiments to land on the landing pads and make a number of assaults through that?” Panther gulped, already knowing the answer to that question. He looked up at his crew which were sat on top the Panzer 44, “Get a message to the Commander of the operations, tell him to move any force around here or the whole operation will come to a standstill. There are too many people for us to handle right now, which is why you have to tell him that he must move his forces around the local area. Tell him we will check the documents, and move on.”

“Yes sir,” snapped the gunner who turned and started to talk to the radio operator.

Von Reichenau nodded with a smile, “I have the funny feeling he will drop the paras on the landing pads and make assaults through that. The cities here are meant to be quite small, but do a lot of research. Let’s just hope there’s no nuclear shit going to blow, that’s the last thing we need.” He sighed softly, looking at his personnel with a nod to his subordinate. “Let’s just hope for the best right now and work with what we have. I think there will be a number of landings tonight in other places on the land mass to clear it and start proper military operations.”

Panther nodded, “Yes, sir. I will get the troopers to get food and get back some morale. And we will switch every hour to take documents and check them.” He curled his lips and turned, walking to his gunner, and then climbed the tank to talk to his radio operator.

Five minutes later
A man started to run towards the Cybran marines, shouting out odd words and making odd sounds, ripping open his shirt to produce a bomb.

The marines dropped their food and grabbed their weapons, “Keep back!” They snapped, quickly turning their safety off and pointed the weapons towards the man. They didn’t move as the man stopped, showing that he had the trigger in his hands, staring at them.

Panther looked up from his tank, watching the scenes unfold within seconds. He shouted on the other Heer marines, “Get those Civilians away from that guy, or get them inside!” He pointed to the man, taking note in his brain the look of the man, and then his grubby notes before muttering, “What does a man with nothing have to lose?”

The marines started to shout at the civilians, getting them inside and away from the man, children starting to scream and cry. They knew that they could survive a bomb blast with their combat armour, but the civilians would not. As the civilians were rushed inside they looked at him; the man’s thumb tightening on the trigger. “This is your last chance dude, stop, and put it down!”

The man didn’t move but his thumb was now touching the trigger. The marines quickly pulled their triggers, sending a barrage of shots into the man. He was knocked back with each hit, blood gushing out his chest as each bullet hit him. As the marines stopped, he dropped the trigger, and then dropped himself. They swallowed, putting their weapons on safety before moving towards the man, kicking away the trigger, with one foot so it was out of reach.

Panther jumped down from his Panzer 44 and grunted, moving towards the man as Von Reichenau stepped out the super market, looking at the marines, then the man. They both closed in on the dead body and the marines as one kicking the man over to show the bomb. Panther swallowed, looking over at Von Reichenau, “Burn him outside the village?”

“Yeah, and tell everyone else on this campaign that there are suicide bombers.” Von Reichenau nodded with a frown, turning to face his marines, “Burn the body outside the village, and get everyone in this village checked for bombs, no wait. I want everything checked for bombs, get the sniffer dogs out here.”

“Yes sir,” snapped his subordinate, turning to shout out the orders. His implants were extensive, including a bionic arm, a lasernetic eye, and a bionic leg. He swallowed under his re-breather, sounding like an air filter; his pistol at his hip, and his rifle in his hands. He nodded as the marines went to their duties quickly.

Von Reichenau swallowed, turning to Panther, “We need to set up patrols now, great. Can you have a couple of our tanks sat in the centre of the village, and my marines will watch around them, ready for this.”

Panther nodded calmly, “Okay, I’ll get contact with my Panzer Crews just outside the village and get them to pull into the village, this is really getting shit now.”

“I know, but it is something that must be done, I’m sorry.” Von Reichenau complained, turning to face the body, “Fuck’s sake, this is really the last thing the Commander will want to hear about too.” He kicked the body before heading back inside, Panther turning quickly to move back towards his tank and crew.

Panther’s eyes watched as the Civilians were checked and started to back to their normal lives. He climbed back into his tank, sitting down on his command seat, “Give me the Comms, I need to speak to the Commander, and local forces. I want to speak to crews eight to fourteen in a minute, or can you do that, get them into the centre of the village.”

The radio operator nodded without a word, handing Panther the headset and then opened the comms to the Commander; who spoke into the microphone “Overlord, this is Group Alpha Bravo Eight, Nine, over.”

“Group Alpha Bravo Eight nine, go ahead, over,” came the reply from the Commanders operational Headquarters.

“Overlord, we have had a suicide bomber in village nine eight zero, requesting you tell the Commander, and get all the other forces to check the civilians and buildings, Over.”

“Group Alpha Bravo Eight nine, understood, I will take that to the Commander and get his orders, over.” The radio operator on the other side replied before cutting the feed.

Panther swallowed, looking at the radio operator before handing back the headset with a nod, “Tell the crews I’ve told you and get their tanks into the centre of the village.”

“Yes, sir,” The operator nodded, looking at his screen as Panther climbed out.

The gunner and driver watched with a yawn before they started talking to each other, Panther stepping out the tank and brushed his uniform down, starting to watch the civilians and the marines as they got the body out the village, and then to the other marines checking the last of the civilians. The rumble of six tanks pressed forwards into the village from behind, all Panzer 44 Ausf A2s with extra armour and two with rocket launchers attached to the turrets. The colours of green, brown and black covered the tank, but there were chips and shell hits on the armour, showing they had been attacked, mainly with smaller weapons, like rifles and autocannons, nothing that could properly take out one of these mighty beasts.

The commanders of each tank looked over at Panther and each of them saluted, Panther just nodding without a word. He jumped down from the tank once more, walking towards the Cybran Marines who had finished checking the civilians, "A job well done boys, a job well done."

Von Reichenau sighed, walking back over as a few interceptors blasted over the village, "Yes, I must agree, we have all done was good job today. Especially those landers, and those tankers that have supported us to get here, well done lads, well done."

The setting changes from germi to The Aurora

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The crew of the HDS Ironhammer were on the edge of the Aschen Border. The massive Super Dreadnought made the smaller battleship look like an ant. Sat on top of the massive star vessel, the Commander, Admiral Iron hand of death Resano grunted as he watched the command crew do their duties, regular sounds coming from the crew; sips of hot liquids or crunching of food was mainly the sound. To everyone's surprise, bar the Admiral, the Sensors officer, Captain Farside, shouted aloud, "One contact, just inside border that we discovered from a drone a while ago."

"Ignore it, but if they get any closer, prepare the Heer Marines, I will have Heer marines board if anything happens. I don't want us to appear to be a military vessel. I want it to be Civilian looking. Load the guns and lasers, but don't fire. We are a star vessel, bigger than anything any nation over here has seen, I want you lot to be careful." The Admiral sighed, standing up to walk to the sensors screened off area and looked at the screens, "How big are they?"

"No big, sir. Tiny compared to us."

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Character Portrait: Whisper (Jacquelyn Rose) Character Portrait: The Scatterran Navy Character Portrait: Cybran Drachen Battle Fleet Character Portrait: Echo Alpha Character Portrait: Derek Adams Character Portrait: Cybran Heer Marines Character Portrait: Samuel Davis
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(disregard)

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#, as written by Akiyo
"Let's see...that would be the the Reverance," Aereth though aloud from the drifting and cloaked SRA starship.

Attempting to power on the system once more, Aereth flips a large switch with both hands at the central core of the SRA ship.

"Yes!" He exclaimed as the power hummed on a second before the roaring blast of the core. His EMP weapon hadn't damaged the core, he had saved many lives from the black hole this core would have made.

"Alright, now to see if they are in a talking mood." Aereth said as he remembered Captain Adams.

He raced to the nearest communications console and hailed the Reverance, "Reverance, are you reading me? I am in a cloaked ship in front of your position. Do you read me?"

Come on Adams, he thought to himself as he hoped the Adams he knew was the same, as with the rest of the crew.

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#, as written by Tiko
Despite the situation unfolding in this remote region of space, Whisper never ceased her search. It was as it had been for months, searching police reports, finger prints, retinal scans, hospital records. Anyplace with any sort of physical identification or medical trail was subject to Whisper's scrutiny.

With the Reverence's systems at her disposal and her psionic capabilities at her finger tips, few records slipped past her notice. It was a fruitless search, much akin to the proverbial needle in a haystack, but Whisper had taken on a single minded diligence that seemed unwavering in its pursuit of the McGregor fugitives.

It was a diligence that did not go unrewarded. With the FTL drive spooled up and moments away from jumping clear of the area everything came to a halt.

The images and digital information flashed through Whisper's head as several retinal scans and images came to the forefront of her consciousness. Mollem McGregor and Kianna McGregor. The retinal scans were only three hours old, and she quickly traced their origins before with a gasp the jack in the back of her neck disengaged.

Her eyes went wide and she pulled the IV from the back of her hand as a nearby technician took note of the girl's abrupt state of wakefulness. Alarmed voices reached her and hands held her down while a woman spoke to her through her drug addled state.

"Just relax. I'm giving you something to help counter the sedatives, just relax."

The sharp sting of the needle preceded the administration of more drugs into the cocktail of chemical components swimming through the girl's bloodstream, but her sense of clarity seemed to sharpen.

"Tell the Commander, I found them," Whisper slurred.

She was still too disoriented to attempt to reach out to Derek psionically.

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#, as written by Tiko

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"They're hailing us, Sir," one of the tactical officers announced.

"Well put it up," Derek replied.

The message was brief and not terribly informative as to the nature or disposition of the vessel. The FTL jump had been interrupted though, and with their systems on the fritz, they were sitting with their hands tied.

Picking up a comm device, Derek sent back a response. "This is Commander Adams aboard the Reverence S class, Blackbird. Identify yourself immediately."

"Sir, another ship has arrived. Cybran make from the look of it."

"Our systems are responding again Sir," another officer called out.

Derek scowled. "Get those FTL drives spooled back up. I want us out of here."

"No," Whisper said as she appeared in the doorway. She rested a hand against the metallic door frame to steady herself. She was still a bit unsteady on her feet and her thoughts sluggish from the remnants of the drugs in her system, but they were rapidly fading.

"Our target was located on a nearby planet in the Gaelian System," Whisper explained. "I need a transport vessel, something with short range FTL capabilities. And Echo. I'll need his talents to get through local security."

She couldn't risk these vessels pursuing the Reverence if they jumped to their destination directly. This could well be there only opportunity to get what they had come for.

"And you want us to just sit out here on our hands?" Derek asked incredulously.

"It's either that or we report back that we missed our one opportunity to complete this assignment," Whisper replied.

"Damn it Whisper," Derek replied. "Marshal, get a report sent back to the fleet of the situation here. Tell them we found what they're looking for, and that we request assistance immediately."




It was only minutes later when a single transport ship departed the hangar bay of the Reverence, but as soon as it was clear of the larger ship it vanished with an FTL jump to a destination unknown.

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#, as written by Akiyo
Aereth called over the radio to the Reverance, "Captain Adams, you don't know me, but I know you. I could use a pick up, this ship is shut down. I could really use the lift, I'll explain everything. This ship is a ship for androids, but I've shut them down. This ship can be yours, just help me out."

Aereth sends over the schematics of the ship, advanced weapons, internal flight systems rendering the need for an engine useless, and everything he could get out of the ship's computer, but there were a few pieces of information he saved to bargain with for a ride.

"I've given you nearly all the ship's information, give me a ride and the rest is yours."

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AHSC Fleet of Tranquil Composure
Admiral Nolan McIntyre
Reverence II Triumphant Declaration
3,455 Combat capable Aschen ships.



Shortly after Adams had sent out his request for assistance, and his report. The Aschen had responded with his call through the fully capable and combat ready Fleet of Tranquil Composure.

One by one they jumped into the field, three massive Reverence IIs formed up before them.

"All CNVs prepare for artillery salvo, MAC cannons authorized." Admiral McIntyre hailed to his fleet as they spread and formed up.

"Admiral, two contacts, one unidentified, one Cybran." A lieutenant reported.


McIntyre nodded. "Excellent, all hands prepare for combat."

It was then all three Reverences moved into a delta pattern, with the flagship leading the charge, and the two Reverence IIs just behind and below it.

"Fleet remain on standby, Pitiless and Valorous Salvation, I'm assigning targets, you are weapons free."

Their respective commanders signaled their acknowledgement, and both the Cybran ship, and the unidentified ship would find themselves under their respective Reverence II's firing solution.

Crews scrambled to prepare, while AI's prepared the ships for combat, the Triumphant Declaration moving quickly towards the Blackbird.

"AHSC Blackbird, this is Triumphant Declaration Actual, prepare for docking and debriefing on a job well done." Admiral McIntyre hailed, as the flagship maintained it's course on approach towards the smaller Aschen vessel.

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The Valorous Salvation was the first to complete cycling it's weapons. Bearing aim on the Cybran Dread, they garnered a firing solution, and their Commander, Commander Blackwell would manipulate his tactical display.

"All batteries weapons free."

This Reverence II was the first to open fire, sending a salvo of weapons fire towards the Cybran ship, the first were turbo-disruptor salvos, which came like a wall of weapons fire. This was followed up by a streak of blinding white light, a super-dense slug was discharged from the bow guns, at 12,000km/s it would impact the smaller ship with an immense amount of kinetic energy, and likely punch clean through it.

The Pitiless also homed in on the Cybran dreadnought, Commander Nielson eyed the massive Cybran ship with narrowed eyes, then turned to his AI.

"All batteries salvo fire. Power to the Singularity cannon, we're going to bag this in one hit."

"Acknowledged, preparing for singularity cannon discharge."

A massive power fluctuation would follow in the bowels of the third Reverence, as it faced off with the Cybran Dreadnought, menacing it, challenging it.

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Aereth relayed his call for help across all channels. Each captain he knew personally and spoke to directly on the comm channel. As he sent out small pieces of data on the ship to show all captains this starship was a masterpiece in starship design and ingenuity. Whoever helped him could have it.

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The crew of the Cybran Dreadnought jumped to battlestations within seconds, the shields going to full power, making sure nothing would be able to hit the main parts of the ship. The Fighters and bombers launched after the first minute, a massed array of interceptors moving towards the Aschen fleet. A small fleets of vessels appeared from the star ship hangar bays from the bottom decks of the Dreadnought. As the ship moved forwards, all 100 trillion, billion tons of it, the fighters started to weave in and out of the Aschen fleet. The speed of which the fighters, and bombers danced, meant any weapons system would never be able to target them.

The Cybran Commander started to press buttons on his command throne, millions of proton weapons and Plasma weapons starting to fire at the Aschen fleet. The great dreadnought firing its salvo, thousands of heavy lasers and Nuclear weapon systems firing off round of salvo after round of salvo. As the Cybran Commander watched the display screens, contacts started to appear on the control screens. The Commander started to glance around, "Get the Cybran 101st Battlegroup over here. Should only take a few minutes."

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The pair of Aschen ships squared off, Commander Blackwell monitoring the situation from the CIC.

"Commander, incoming fire." The AI warned, and the Commander nodded, the Reverence rocking hard as Cybran weapons impacted it's shields, which rippled and washed a brilliant white with each weapon impact, but nothing seemed capable of piercing the shielding of the Aschen ship. The Second Reverence maintained it's position encased in a shimmering polygonal blue barrier. Like the amorphous white barrier, Cybran weapons seemed useless as they detonated across the rigid blue hard-light shielding of the Aschen ship.

As nuclear missiles entered the fray, Radiological alarms would spin across each Reverence II, and point defenses and Electronic Countermeasures would cause some nuclear missiles to detonate in mid-space, and others to veer completely around the Aschen ships, what few passed this electronic screen impacted the shields, sending brilliant ripples across the two ships.

"Commander Blackwell, Shields are holding, however we cannot take this sort of sustained fire indefinitely, we may be required to involve the fleet."

Cybran shields however would likely not fare as well as their Aschen counterparts. As the Reverence II scored a direct hit with it's initial MAC shot, the Cybran shields would find themselves likely lacking in power to absorb this single 3,000 ton ferric-tungsten slug traveling at roughly 12,000 km/s. (4% the speed of light) Should the shields manage to stop this singular projectile. The release of thermodynamic energies and dissipated kinetic energies would more than likely be enough to obliterate the ship from bow to stern. Splitting it asunder in a fiery release of thermodynamic energies.

In the unlikely event the MAC was somehow ineffectual, the second Reverence was preparing a far more deadly shot.

As Fighters careened across the Aschen ships, the Reverences would react deploying Apollo interceptors, their nimble frame making them pests in a dogfight, with wing mounted Disruptor cannons and various missile load-outs, Cybran pilots would have a hard time with their Aschen counterparts.

On top of Aschen fighters zooming in and out, the Cybrans would be up against Precision AI guided point defenses, which used pulses of laser light to ignite fuel sources and compromise sealed reactors. To evade this type of precision scanning, superluminal travel or advanced ECW would be required.

Blackwell got on the comms, transmitting a message to Commander Nielson.

"Get that Singularity online so we can bag this ship and go home."

Nielson signaled a short response.

"Working on it, AI is too busy screwing around with these Cybran fighters." He commented, watching as the Reverence's AI threw up walls of hard light directly in front of Cybran fighters, resulting in them smashing into these walls.

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The old Iron Hand of Death, just grunted, smiling softly as he turned on his command throne, watching his deck crew finish what they were doing as a larger battlegroup entered the system after the Cybran calls. The old man stood up, rubbing his chin before barking out a single order to his Comms officer, "Patch me through to the Aschen Commander, this is about to get interesting."

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Control Deck,
FWSS HDS Donachie,
Cybran 101st Battlegroup (FWSS)
About 40,000 miles away from the Dreadnought


The great dreadnought, FWSS HDS Donachie pressed forwards with the entire Command staff of the Battlegroup onboard, many high ranking FWSS officers and commanders, along with two Admirals and three Fleet Admirals of the Cybran Navy. The Command Staff stood on the Command deck, looking out at the Aschen Fleet and the battle of which was going on. The entire Battlegroup was mainly Destroyers, battleships and a few transports, but there was four Dreadnoughts and five light Dreadnoughts.

The Admiral of the Battlegroup, Al'Rahem II sat in his command throne and gave the single order to fire at the Aschen. The locking systems engaged within mere seconds and the entire Battlegroup opened fire, with salvos far greater the what the old Iron Hand of Death had just launched.

"Shields online, operating at Battle Strength."
"Weaponry firing."
"Sir, do you with Command Farsight to drop down onto the planet and start a conquest?"
"No. Not yet."

The Admiral then opened up a link the Aschen, waiting on them to open it. He stood at the recorder, watching the screen, his crew watching carefully as the weapons opened another salvo, "Bring them hell."

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"Acknowledged," Derek replied. "Preparing for docking."

He hung up his comm device as the ship prepared to dock aboard the approaching vessel. By the time it had set down in the hangar bay of the much larger Reverence, Derek was already awaiting departure.

Outside of the ship the fight between the Aschen and the Cybrans was getting well underway as Derek was escorted to the CIC of the Triumphant Declaration. As he entered, he paused briefly only to drop a salute to Admiral McIntyre.

"Sir," he said as he awaited permission to speak.

Once granted Derek dropped his salute and folded his hands behind his back.

"Whisper and Echo are en route to Arastel to retrieve the McGregors, and we received a distress call from the unidentified vessel. No verification on its identity yet. It could be a trap."

As if on cue a second distress call went out from the foreign vessel once more.

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Aereth watched the battle, waiting for someone to respond to his distress call. The SRA bots lay scattered about the bridge. He was completely alone on this vessel and would have to find some way of signaling to the other ships. His message wasn't getting through, if it did someone would have responded by now. Then it came to him, he rushed to bridge main controls and powered down all shielding and automated defenses. Anyone scanning the ship would immediately detect the vulnerability of the ship. Aereth wasn't worried about them destroying the ship, he couldn't die so he'd just be tossed into space for as long as it took until he landed somewhere. Of course he would like to avoid potentially billions of years of drifting if he could. He wasn't about to board any of the other ships, he didn't need any enemies.

"Attention all ships, I have powered down my defenses, there is no trap or ambush awaiting you. Derek, Blackwell, Adams, and any other commanders, I can be of great value to all of you. Whoever helps me out I will not only give them this ship, but all of the information that I have. I can explain further once on board. Arrest me, detain me, whatever you have to do."

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Both Aschen commanders ignored the hails from the Cybrans and the alien ship that were operating in the system.

The AI flickered on as the Pitiless bore it's bow towards the massive dreadnought.

"Commander Nielson, I have reports that the Singularity cannon is primed and ready to fire. Shall I initiate primary particle collisions?"

The Commander nodded. "You may fire when ready."

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After a moment, the Aschen commander got on the communications link with the entire Aschen fleet, sending out a wide-range hail. "Attention all units, Singularity cannon is in the field, scramble and clear. Prepare for wildcat gravitic destabilization."


The Pitiless began to open up, her hull splitting along the dorsal section of the ship and deploying massive capacitors, and four large loop like objects emerged from the top, and a large cannon extended outwards from the bow.

"Singularity cannon is deployed." The AI Informed, and the Commander nodded. "Commence primary discharge."

"Cybran megaship is locked and we have a firing solution."

Nielson nodded, and grabbed the railing as the superstructure of the Aschen ship groaned and protested to the deployment of it's main weapon.

As the Aschen fleet broke from engagement with the Cybran Dreadnought and her accompanying fleet, one could assume the Aschen had finally chosen to cut and run.

The Aschen only gave the Cybrans a single message.

"By decree of His Shadow you are ordered to leave this system and the surrounding space or be destroyed. You only have one chance to heed this request."

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Aereth sighs, "Fools." He thinks aloud.

Having lived through near countless universes and seeing their demise had taught him one thing. There was nothing worth fighting for beyond survival. He couldn't help feeling sorry for the mortals involved in the battle. Everything comes to an end and it was inevitable that there would be a final descendent of these people and their empire and ideologies would die with them. Their technology couldn't keep the universe from pulling their atoms apart. Still, in every universe he lived through, Aereth found that mortals loved to kill each other.

Aereth powers on the ship's shielding and puts his distress call on a loop, whenever the battle ended, someone had to come and get him. He watched the battle on the main screen and wondered if he was out there in the battle, another of himself having lived through the same universe. He was on the Aschen side, but only because they had helped him before. His ship lit up the sky, evaporating fighters one at a time.

"Come on! Hurry it up already!" He shouts at the screen.

The setting changes from the-aurora to New Terra: High Orbit

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"All men to battlestations!" Came the call over the Comms systems of all the Cybran Ships as they pushed forwards towards Terra. Their weapons primed and the dropships ready as the fleet and finally found their War Criminals, one of the last ones. The great ships stopped their engines as a call was made to all the local planets and starfleets within the local area,

All Local fleets,
This is the Cybran Anti-Nazism Fleet "Hydra", we request that you prove to us that there are no Nazi War Criminals from the old Civil War of Cybran Space on any of the planets in this area. We have located a sensor that has picked up such Criminals on the Planet Terra. We request that we can land and defend your planet against War Criminals that will attempt to destroy all your nations and planets,

Over.


The fleet quickly powered down the engines and quickly started to become a hive of activity within a radius of a few thousand miles, the Interceptors darting around the Cybran Warships but also the dropships inside the large ships were quickly loaded with men, prepared for the attack on the Nazi section of the Cybran War Criminals, one select on who had been located on Terra only a week ago was known for killing anyone and anything he could.

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"Check this out." A bridge officer told Mishima, "These guys again?" Mishima asked, "Okay, patch us through and get the others on the horn. Tell them to prepare for an attack of some kind. Let the TIB and other defense leaders know it's the Cybrans." Mishima ordered.

"This is Captain Mishima of the Invictus, my comrades from the Terran Navy, the NPA and the TIB will be joining us soon." Mishima told the Cybran fleet, "We can't allow you on the planet concsidering things such as your recent past with us, our recent past with attackers in general, and your vague warning of terroristst threats. Threats we are more than capable of handling." Mishima said.

Several more ships, Terran and Invictus, coming to join in building a wall between Terra and the Cybrans.

"Tell us where these war criminals are, we'll send some people to investigate and, or, terminate any and all threats to the people of Terra. But, for now, you'll have to stay put until we get word from the ground."

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"Captain Mishima, a lot of things have changed since the last time we were here. If you do not let us on that planet, I can tell you now that you will lose any chance of keeping that planet. We are not here to attack any Nation but the Old Order of Nazis that once ruled the Cybran Nation. We are requesting to help you with a single landing and will send supplies in order to help with the war that has just erupted on your planet. This will be no easy task for people who have yet to understand what the Old Order can do." Fleet Admiral Nicole Reinhardt told the wall of ships in the way of the Cybran Fleet. There were already a few thousand ships on standby in the nearby system, and a vast number, around 900 warships that were waiting to attack the Old Order's assault on Volaria.

Their sensors were already picking up old remains of Cybran technology on the planet and the duty officer at that station made that very clear. Brigadier General Andre Luis grunted as he walked onto the command bridge. "Could we not land on the red planet and Terraform in within a day, then launch the attack on the Old Orders forces?"

"No." Snapped Reinhardt as she glared at the wall of vessels.

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A Trireme pulled steadily alongside the other Invictus and TNG warships.

"Hydra, this is Captain Ashton MacDuff," the gruff soldier commed back to the Cybrans from his bridge, "in light of the Cybrans past aggression towards Terran nations, we cannot allow you to step foot on our soil so heavily armed. I understand that you claim to be in opposition to the fleet that came here previously." He frowned. "But there's just no way to prove that your intentions are truly peaceful at this point. If you wish to conduct a search over TNG lands for your alleged 'Old Order' renegades, then I may be able to arrange for you to send down a single ship, with shields down and weapons offline. Otherwise, you either leave it to us or you turn tail and get out of here. Also, I cannot speak for the sovereign Shintenchi states of Terra... though I'm willing to bet they won't be willing to receive you as kindly as we are now."

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The answer from the Shintenchi nations was clear...

A massive fleet would appear on both the Cybran and Terran/Invictus scanners as they came out of Hyperspace. It was a Taiyou fleet, more importantly the 1st Imperial armada.

The ITN Nagato was at the tip of this proverbial spear, and flanking it on either side were massive ships that resembled gigantic Japanese demon's heads. These were the new Taiyou Giga Fortress Planetary Assault Carriers, a massive transforming unit capable of dealing serious blows to anyone that would threaten the Taiyou.

As quickly as the ships exitted hyperspace, one by one they began to make a beeline towards the planet, skirting and maneuvering carefully through the Terran and invictus ships, while a section of the Taiyou Fleet turned to bear weapons at the Cybran Fleet.

A single message was transmitted from the Nagato over a wide-band frequency. The message came personally from Admiral Yamamoto, the supreme commander of all Taiyou forces in the Milky way Galaxy.

"Attention Cybran Fleet, you have threatened and attacked our allies for the last time." He called out. Standing besides the Taiyou admiral was Prince Shimizu Takayama, whom offered a slight inclination of his head.

"My Father has instructed that we leave no survivors." He said calmly, before he brought his own face on the video screen, to both the Terrans/Invictus, and the Cybrans.

"By the grace of Heaven, Emperor of Niihama, seated on the throne occupied by the same dynasty from time immemorial, enjoin upon ye, Our loyal and brave subjects:

We hereby declare War on the Cybran Hegemony for their hostility against our Allies, and fellow AXIS members the Losenji Imperium, the Sato Shogunate, and the Volarian Matriarchy, our officers will prosecute this war to the full capabilities of our Military-Industrial complex."
Shimizu said calmly.

"We have an open ear should your government consider surrender." The Prince added.

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All the while, the pair of Demon-head like craft moved past the blockade and towards the planet, followed by a Shokaku class Carrier, a pair of Shogun Battleships, and a handful of Naginata class cruisers. All of them heading to Shintenchi to assist their allies.