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Discord

"Make sense? What fun is there in making sense..."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42

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Discord
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Lord of Chaos
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Personal Information
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Full Name
"My full name? Well aren't you the curious one! Discord Q. Esquire the Third, at your service!"

Description
"Well then... Something about me? Well my favorite beverage is milk flavored chocolate. I enjoy pulling pranks and exploring the Multiverse with my good friend, Pinkie Pie, and haveing tea on Thursdays with my other dearest friend Fluttershy. I also enjoy long walks on sandy beaches..."

Age:
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to never ask a draconequus his age?" Discord brings a claw up to his chest in mock-shock.

Gender:
"If you must know... I am in fact a guy. No need to check!"

Race/Main:
"Haven't you ever seen a draconequus before?"

Race/Sub:
"Toaster." Discord grins.

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
"WooOOOooooOOOOooo.....!" Discord hides his face behind a black cape that spontaniously appeared on his back and twirls a matching handlebar mustache. "They know me by many names! The Lord of Chaos, the God of Disharmony, Former Head Honcho of the Faaaaaabulous Discordia, and Mischevious Prankster Extraordinaire!"

Sexual Orientation:
"Well that's for me to know and for you to find out!" Discord waggles his eyebrows.

Birthplace:
"Oohhh... Here, there, anywhere... Depends on my mood."
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Date of Birth:
"Ah ah ah~!" he scolds. "What did I tell you earlier?"

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
"Well I hardly see how that's relevant..."

Height:
"Purple!"

Weight
"Now that's hardly called for!"

Physical Condition:
"Why I don't even...!"


Former Affiliations:

Rivals

Family/Relatives:

Friends/Comrades:

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"STOP!"

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Former Residence
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Psychological Condition:
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"Good... Now that we have that out of the way...
Honestly, did you really think that this sort of thing would work on me?
Yes? No? Maybe?
Well... How about we restart our introductions..."

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"Helllloooo Roleplay Gateway!
Discord, Lord of Chaos, at your service!
As some of you may know, I hail from the magical land of Equestria,
home of pastel talking ponies, unicorns, and pegasi that value friendship almost as much as they do their sweets.
Anywho... I was just chillin' out with my good pals, Princesses Sunbutt and Moonbutt, when I was like..."

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"'Tia, gurl... You've got a nice thing going here... New Alicorns coming out of the wazoo, thousand year old evil-in-a-can popping out of nowhere every other month, ponies that panic at the tiniest things... but things are just too calm here. Everything's so cheery, worry-free, and ugh... stagnant. I'm just not cut out for the royal life. Maybe I'll go build a summer cottage somewhere - somewhere that's practically bursting at the seams with CHAOS!"

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"SO HERE I AM!"
"And I say, what a wonderfully chaotic place this is! Dark Lords are practically tripping over each other while the alien invaders blow everything to smithereens around them, and especially this one planet... Terra... Well let's just say that I've found the perfect location for my vacation home. Only now that I've gotten here, things seem just a tad dull...

So... How about...
We start...
... a little...
... Chaos..."
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So begins...

Discord's Story

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Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Merek Hawes Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren

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Chaos reigned across the barren wasteland, and Chaos answered its call.

A billowy white cloud materialized a kilometer away from the Aschen vessel and the colony. It stretched and squirmed until it coalesced into a long serpentine form with four limbs and two stubby wings. Numerous cracks fractured the cloud like an egg-shell before exploding in a shower of prismatic sparks and paper confetti. A creature, an abomination, emerged from the dissolving remains of the cloud. It had the grey head of a goat with the mismatching deer antler and dragon horn. Two tiny wings, one of a blue pegasus and the other of a large bat, flapped lazily on its back. A long scaly red tail swayed behind him as he floated aimlessly through the air. The creature, a parody of life and order, had the combined limbs of a bear, eagle, horse, and dragon. It stuck a yellow talon in its ear and pulled out a wad of cottony cloud. He eyed it curiously before flicking it down to the planet below, where it screamed and burned through the atmosphere like a meteor before crashing in a ravine. There it would leak out glowing green primordial soup that would, in a few billion years, give rise to a sapient race of plant creatures that would lead the galaxy into a golden age of peace and harmony.

"My my..." he sneered, revealing a single white tusk, at the three-ringed circus that unfolded around him, "... What do we have here? Looks like someone forgot to invite me to the party!"

The chimera snapped one of his fingers. A spotted party hat and party horn materialized on his head and in his mouth. He blew through the horn, making it extend with a festive buzz.

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Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Merek Hawes Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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Discord released an exasperated sigh before snapping his fingers. He disappeared with a pop and rematerialized between the two fleets. The draconequus lounged back as he floated in the air. A wine glass filled with a rich brown substance appeared in his hand.

"Typical..." he rolled his eyes as he swished the brown liquid. "... They didn't even tag me. Well then... What to do... What to do... This fight seems fairly one sided. I wonder if there's a way to even the odds. After all, it wouldn't be very fun if this little scuffle ended in ten seconds flat. What do you think?"

The draconequus glanced over his shoulder to look at an identical version of himself. Their only difference was the strapping set of groucho glasses on the counterpart.

"Well..." said Groucho Discord in a nasally voice. "You could side with these colonists and give them a winning chance."

"But that would be picking sides." the first Discord retorted with a frown. "You know we're not supposed to do that."

"Since when does the Lord of Chaos follow the rules?" the doppleganger raised an eyebrow. "Besides, you could always ween them off when the fight is in full swing."

"Hmm..." the original Discord pondered as he dismissed his counterpart with a snap of his fingers. "I make a good case... Very well, but let's see how it goes first!"

Discord vanished yet again, only to appear on top of a cloud. A camouflage helmet and a pair of dark shades adorned his head. He held a pair of backwards binoculars up to his eyes while he chewed on a candy cane. The draconequus focused his attention on the Aschen fleet. A wily grin spread across his face.

The Lord of Chaos planned.

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Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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The Patriarch Flew past the rather large mass of military ships. Though having the speed and maneuvering of a destroyer, she was still large enough to out match most heavy/battle cruiser class ships in fire power, as well as mass alone. As the flew past, a though entered Jacobs mind, What of the elf girl, Mae , scowling just a bit, he spoke to the crew, "Engage cloaking, takes us back down and scan for a certain life form, Elvin, female." An "Aye captain" called back to him as the ship verred downward and begun to descend faster then most ships would dare. Wouldn't want to be here for when the shit hits the fan, and since she helped, I guess I owe her "Also, put as much power as you can in to the cloak and engines, take the guns offline if you have to, don't want to get caught in a crossfire" (OCC= DONT shoot me, im not attacking, I swear, im just going to pick some one up and get the ever loving hell out of here. How ever i am waiting on you all to post before I make my escape.)

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Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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A siren would erupt within the BN - Hex Shield's dome. Being that there was multiple BN - Hex Shields powering this single dome, it would acquire a high durability. The orb within this dome would begin bolting around, passing out orders.

"Lord Demigrem has decided to cancel construction on this world for now. You are to evacuate from this zone immediately!" The orb emitted throughout the dome.

Demiarchals began to evacuate themselves and their equipment. They knew that something had gone amiss when the ships above made their appearance. None the less, they would evacuate a lot quicker than they entered. The only thing that would remain inside this dome would be Demiarchal soldiers and their equipment.

In one direction a funnel of dust and rock was rocketing towards the dome and in the other a wall of dust and dirt was rising. They could see their forces funneling into the sky, but still, they knew they had to worry about themselves. In the direction of the incoming jets, a soldier would yell.

"Incoming!!!" The Demiarchal yelled and jumped for shelter behind a large stone.

At this point, the incoming ships had just released their warheads above the city. These warheads would create a lot of damage on the area and this was not something that could happen. Demigrem would only have seconds to act if he wanted to prevent this destruction on the ground.

As the warheads reached around two hundred and fifty yards above the dome, it was do or die time for Demigrem. He would reach his right hand forward during flight and begin to release an omnipotent roar that would shake the jets as they zoomed over him following their bomb release. Following this mighty roar was a surge of crimson lightning erupt, ripping through the warheads.

This lightning would appear and strike at the speed of light, and vanish just as quick. All that would remain from this crimson bolt of lightning was the clap of thunder and the debris of the warhead shells. Following this strike, Demigrem would barrel into the dome, it parting upon his contact due to inside controls.

When Demigrem's feet hit the ground, he closed his massive black wings and gazed upon the soldiers. Out of the vortex, soldiers, heavy armored vehicles and tanks would exit, filling the entire dome. Demigrem would call for silence as he spoke to the Demiarchals there.

"This day, whether it be long or short, will be remembered. Had you not engaged the Hex Shields when you did, it would all be over...Today we will show these beings that we will not run and cower. We will show them what the power of the White Sun feels like. Upon this world, the Demiarch Empire shall claim it's first battle towards peace. Despite all odds, we will deliver this realm into a new age. An age where no being will be suppressed for currency. An age where no stomach will go hungry. This Age will begin with a river of blood, and it will stain this world, letting all know, when we say we are here for them, we are.." Demigrem spoke unto all of them.

"NOW RELEASE THE HELL UPON THEM THAT THEY NEVER WANT TO SEE!!!" Demigrem shouted across the city, receiving a mighty war cry from the soldiers.

In the direction that the jets had just come from, waves of soldiers armed with anything from BN - Assault Rifles to GT - A.B.E. Blitzer Cannons. In the mix of soldiers were BN - Wolverines, BN - Corruptions, BN - Extinction Barrel, GT - Arachnids, GT - Duck Hunters, and BN - Hex Shields. The more room created within the main dome, the more that would come through the vortex within.

As the BN - Hex Shields would exit the dome, they would activate their own shields. They would seem to pair together, giving two BN - Hex Shields per dome. Under these domes that would stretch for about a seventy yard radius, would consist of the units in each squadron. Some were heavier equipped with tanks and such, while others were foot soldiers. All in all, each dome was equally powerful in it's own way.

"Release the Arch Hounds!" Demigrem shouted as he noticed the carrier containing them.

A few soldiers would quickly pull the gate loose on the container and the hounds would leap out. In mid air, it would seem as though they explode as it turned into an octopus like creature with a wolf's head, but made completely out of black stone and gold stone mixture. As they hit the ground they would burrow in the sand and begin rushing beneath the dust.

Upon their release Demigrem would yell, casting an order from more Arch Hounds, before he thought to himself, "Those Arch-Hounds are our saving grace right now...There's no way to squeeze enough forces through that portal before they finally break through that dome if we can't hold them back...White Sun, show mercy upon this world as it is consumed in this darkness, for they know not what they seek."
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With no resistance in the distance to cease their movements from the massive vortex, the Demiarch Space Armada would continue sending ships and mechs in. Eventually, after the are was secured enough by the mechs and air ships, a massive ship would begin to erupt from the vortex. As it moved through the vortex, the ground would quake as the vortex was forced open wider by the appearance of this ship. Around midpoint, five large, orb shaped satellite ships would be seen circling it.

One the ship had completely broke through and was in positioned in the outer reaches of Blackrock's atmosphere, battle cruisers and other heavily armed ships would break through. Every ship, every mech, every piece of armor in the sky was made of a unique, metallic, stone.

No Demiarch ship would attempt to near the opposing fleet at the current time. Everyone would begin to take their positions, heavily guarding the large ship in the middle. The large ship, as well as all Battle Class warships, would begin to pulse in a purplish lightning that would surge in rings, moving from back to front.

The high commander on the main ship would begin broadcasting a short message, more or less orders, to all the other ships in the Demiarchal Space Armada, "Engage full shields! Prepare all weapons! Keep together and do not let them break the line. Our goal is to defend our encampment in the distance below them. We are alone until we can get word back from forces on Ruula. Finally, do not fire until they do. We came for peace, and so we will ensure."

The mass ship hologram would clear out, and the high commander would then turn to the beings on the ship over communications, "Connect me to the enemy."

A with the nod of a head, and few clicks of some keys on a 3d like computer screen, the Demiarchal was attempting to connect. After a few moments, they would turn to the high commander and nod. They were ready to send a broadcast.

"This is Arch-General Johnathan Dawn, Commanding Deminaught of the Hades Wrath - DE 119. What are we expecting to achieve today out of this battle besides the possible loss of thousands of lives over one little colony? I would like to know before engagement, so we understand why we are all here." The Arch-General spoke.

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Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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Mae swung her sword at the sudden surge of attackers, heart pounding. She knew she looked like a demimarch, as her bandages bore their symbol. It seemed as if they came from thin air, the way they caught her off-gaurd. She used her katana with great skill, and held them off. A man grabbed her from behind, but she hit him hard in the jaw with her sword hilt, and delivered a crushing kick to his groin. She watched him double over in pain as he grunted in agony. "I appologize to your future children..." Mae swiftly turned around and engaged in combat with another soldier. She caught a blow right below her eye, and fell backwards from the force of his punch. A sturdy kick to her stomach made her fall onto the unwelcoming, gritty earth. She spat, leaving a spot of blood on the ground. She more than likely had a cracked rib. A large foot pinned her to the ground with crushing weight. She let a raspy sort of yelp as she cringed in pain. The man grabbed her sword, pointing it threateningly at her neck, ready to turn her into fresh minced-Mae. She was just about ready to give up. Digging her fingers into the sand, she attempted to shimmy out from under the man's boot. A sharp crack sent pain through her chest, meaning that her already injured ribcage was now most likely worse. All she could do now was shout.

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Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Merek Hawes Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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Merek stood on one of the walls facing the waves of chaos and destruction. Time seemed to freeze around him with his eyes taking in the movements the explosions, troops and most importantly the death. He took a deep breath inhaling the smell of fire, brimstone and most importantly fear. Was it his own fear to die? No this wasn't a fear akin to a man like Merek. His fear lay in not taking enough of the enemy with him to the grave. This was when reality snapped back to him at the roar of Demigrem. He knew what had to be done. Merek may have taken a new master because of Aeson, he trusted his brothers judgement but he would not shun his father so easily with a fickle thing like power.

Merek swung the bastard word with his arm in a powerful downward stroke that ripped the ground asunder before him. The fissure spread out before him cracking the ground with an elemental fire that shot out of the fissures as lava. The piles of lava and fire rapidly reformed into their own creation of humanoid figures carrying all sorts of weapons. These beings absorbed their power and life now from the sun. As long as the sun shone the creatures would only grow stronger in this arid wasteland. The beings formed into groups based on their weapons. Some had bows, other swords and shields, there were pikes, spearmen, men wielding axe and more. The legion of these fire elemental's continued to grow before Merek.

"This will be a good death, a glorious death." Merek said under his breath.

He took to arming himself with his own barrier which was multi-layered magical field dampening both damage from projectiles and blades. His sword sprang to fire and his shield took on a hot white sheen. From his back came two elemental wings like those of an angel but made of fire. Merek tested them the wings flapping and shooting forth flames while lifting him off the ground. Merek flew down before his troops landing before their ranks as he lifted his sword. The legions of flame warriors sprouting their own wings now as Merek lifted his sword.

With the newly created legions they took off Merek directing the elemental army to various targets both Aschen and Isirian. Smaller groups breaking off to chase down the fighters and wreak their own brand of fiery hell onto any they met.

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Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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The man holding the sword was suddenly met with the face of a fellow soldier who grabbed him by the front of his vest and shoved him backwards into the dirt.

"We're not Aschen butchers," the officer growled. "Does she look like an alien? Or a soldier?"

"Sir. She was armed."

"Who on this shit hole of a rock isn't armed."

The Aschen mentality towards barbarism was fast finding it's way into the Isirian military, but there where still those who remembered that their duty was to protect the people of Isiria, not to terrorize them. Of course, that the woman wasn't one of theirs wasn't something the officer was yet privy to. It would take a much closer inspection to realize she wasn't human either.

"But Sir..."

"Get the fuck back in your vehicle."

"Sir, yes Sir."

The man, and a few of his fellows to help up the groaning soldier that Mae had floored climbed back up into their LRV and moved out with the rest of the ground troops preparing to converge on the city once the aerial strikes where completed.

The officer squatted down to get a look at the woman before looking to the horizon in the distance. The soldiers had done a number on her, and he didn't care to think what they might have done had they gone unnoticed. Military brutality had been on the rise in the outer planets where Isirian insurgency activity was at its strongest. Rapes and murders of outer planet civilians in retaliation for terrorist bombings against the central planets was rapidly escalating. Especially among soldiers who had lost family and friends to terrorist activity.

"If you can walk, get back to town," he said as he pointed to the horizon. "That's probably the safest place on this god forsaken rock right now."

The small settlement on Blackrock didn't even have a name, since it was the only one on the barren moon and scarcely large enough to call itself a town let alone any sort of permanent settlement. If you weren't on the ground, it was simply Blackrock, if you where on the ground it was just 'town'. The whole moon was for lack of a better word, a glorified gas station. A place to pitstop to refuel and resupply, or to get the local smuggler gossip and pick up jobs before moving on again.

The officer stood back up and moved off to rejoin his men as he hoisted himself up into the passenger seat of his own LRV. He couldn't spare the time to help the woman personally, not with a battle beginning. The town was a few hours walk away, but it was the best he could offer the woman. He signaled his driver to rejoin the rest of the ground troops where they where gathering into formation. None of them approached the colony in the distance though. They where waiting for something it would seem.

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Character Portrait: Whisper (Jacquelyn Rose) Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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(Co Authored by barney_fife and Tiko)


Watchtower K-7
Somewhere in the Kreios System


The massive Aschen watchtower sat silently observing the events unfolding on Blackrock using a suite of highly advanced sensors. It's crew was hard at work coordinating communications between the Aschen Empire in the rest of Isiria, as well as the Isirian Military. The Commander stared at a large holographic representation of Blackrock, making a face at the ruptures on the planet that signalled still open vortices.

"Isirian Navy, this is Watchtower K-7, I'm locking down the planet to keep those reinforcements out, otherwise they're going to keep coming." The Commander hailed before he nodded to his crew.

"Engage Inhibitors, lock down everything on the planet, keep the field localized." The Commander ordered, and with a swift keystroke, the Watchtower engaged it's inhibition system, broadcasting a powerful Planck field across the entirety of Blackrock.

This meant that every single vortex on the planet would be shut down in an instant. Any ship still traveling through them would be severed in two as the Vortex likely destabilized and vanished under the planar stabilization field emitted by the Watchtower. The Demiarchal would be completely and totally cut off from all reinforcements as this field covered the entire planet, which wasn't difficult given the moon's small size. This would however also render the ftl drives of the planetside Isirian, and Aschen ships ineffective as well.

Shortly following the Watchtower's Planck engagement, several hundred contacts jumped in just beyond the Watchtower's field, at first there were two additional Reverence IIs, their IFF's reading to the Isirians as the Hymn of Purgation, and the Epitaph of the Martyr.. As the ships completed their jump, they began to make their way towards Blackrock at nearly breakneck speed for a Reverence II, moving to position themselves incoming towards the rear of the Demiarchal formation.

Shortly after the pair of Reverence IIs jumped in, two Iconoclast Battleships appeared, the Inomine Veritas, and the Legatus Stygies

"Isirian Fleet this is Chairman Inviere, supreme commander of all Imperial forces in the Aurora, and of the Imperial Navy; the Emperor has decreed that Exterminatus is to be carried out against this moon in light of this Daemon incursion, however I will not carry out the Exterminatus without Isirian authorization, but that is with my own reservations." Inviere hailed as the Legatus Stygies moved into position towards the moon.

"Isiria does not authorize an Exterminatus at this point in time," Admiral Witkowski replied. "Our mission is to retake the moon, intact."

"Sir, the enemy fleet isn't engaging us," the communications officer called out.

"Well, if they're just going to sit over there, why don't we put those Reverence's to use," Admiral Witkowski answered before addressing Inviere once more. "How long does it take to power up those singularity cannons?" he asked.

"While I stress the seriousness of this Incursion, I can respect the sentiment. We can have Singularity cannons ready to fire in about one to two Millicentons." Inviere replied. "The Hymn of Purgation, and the Epitaph of the Martyr are positioning for a strike now."

While Inviere was replying, several more Aschen contacts jumped In-system, most of them support ships; Battlecruisers, Missile carriers, Fleet Tenders, and roughly three Onager class Siege ships, massive platforms sporting a Singularity cannon and a suite of advanced targeting systems for long range bombardment.

"If you can take the shot, do it," Admiral Witkowski answered.

He hailed the Demiarchal General next. "For the unlawful seizure of Blackrock, and the movement of foreign military on our soil, I have been authorized by the Isirian government to remove you and your army from our land, through any means necessary. If you want to avoid a bloodbath, take your weapons offline and withdraw all military assets from Isirian territories immediately."

He didn't particularly expect them to comply, but he would make the one final gesture.

Inviere paused for a moment as she brought up a fleet display showing the Aschen, Isirian, and Demiarchal fleet positions. She pursed her lips a moment before she picked up the Comms.

"Target the large central ship for a Singularity strike." Inviere ordered, while she gestured for the Legatus Stygies to be brought about.

"Online forward batteries, we'll open fire once the opening strike is finished." Inviere said, before she brought up a line to the Litany of Fury.

"Litany of Fury, Legatus Stygies Actual; we're preparing an opening strike against the enemy fleet, when we fire, take out that shield." Inviere ordered, Montrose registering a reply.

"Acknowledged Chairman, I'll beat upon their shield like a drum." Montrose replied.

Commander Montrose then swiftly turned to her XO and Shipboard AI. "Bring power to the ventral batteries, and the energy projectors, when the fleet opens up, we'll rain down upon them; and burn their city to glass."

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The pair of Reverence IIs that jumped just to the rear of the Demiarchal Fleet positioned their bows to bear, massive armored panels retracting to reveal a large barrel, followed by an immense energy surge as a dense sphere was loaded into a magnetic chamber, encased in a magnetic field so powerful it caused the projectile to collapse on itself, resulting in a powerful gravity field. The sound of metal creaking followed inside the ships as the Singularity cannons began to build power, each one targeting the central Demiarchal ship.

"All ships, clear area for Singularity strike."

The Aschen Singularity cannon was perhaps one of the most powerful siege weapons ever built by the Aschen Empire; taking a projectile and collapsing it upon itself, and then hurling it at relativistic speeds. This resulted in a projectile that carried a staggering amount of Kinetic energy, in addition to a gravity well that was designed to tear apart a ship as the projectile passed through. No vessel known to the Aschen was capable of resisting a strike from a Singularity cannon.

As the pair of Reverences readied their opening strike, the rest of the Imperial Fleet was jumping onto the system, positioning themselves in a wide arc to the rear of the Demiarchal Position. One by one ships were still filtering into the system, so far all of them belonging to the Fleet of Imperial Retribution.

Inviere recieved yet another communication, checking it a moment, she relayed the message to the Isirians.

"I've recieved word from Admiral Nash, the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance will be arriving within the Centar."

Meanwhile, a silent figure stood quietly at Inviere's back as battle plans where being put underway. The frail white-haired woman hadn't spoken a word since the Legatus Stygies had jumped into the system, but she spoke now.

"Inviere, what of me?" she inquired.

She wore the uniform of the Aschen Special Projects Division, but she didn't speak as a soldier.

"Find your way to a SOEIV, I'll come in for a low pass over the planet." She said, bringing up a picture of Demigrem taken from the Litany of Fury. "Once you've reached the surface, Neutralize this target." Inviere ordered.

"It will be as you instruct," Whisper answered quietly.

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Character Portrait: Whisper (Jacquelyn Rose) Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Fleet of Imperial Retribution Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Alex Redwood Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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#, as written by Tiko
Blackrock
Planetside


While the fleets faced off in space, the battle continued to unfold on the surface of the moon.

The elementals would prove something of an unexpected addition to the playing field, but for the time being their damage was largely contained due to a substantial lack of immediate targets for them to engage at the moment. The single squadron of bombers that had engaged the city had only made a single pass to unload their warheads and unless the elementals chose to pursue a handful of bombers beyond the city then they where likely well beyond immediate reprisal by the time the elements where summoned.

That left only the Reverence above the city in the upper atmosphere - which would take the elementals a substantial amount of time to reach yet - and the ground troops scarcely visible on the distant horizon where the Isirian soldiers where continuing to mobilize - which would also take time to reach should the elementals choose to try and cross the several mile wide expanse of open space. The Isirian ground forces made no attempts to approach the city in the distance though. Instead they where setting up their own anti-air artillery, and digging in out in the rocky terrain. The reason for their holding back became evident as several squadrons of jets tore past overhead of the Isirian troops, unloading cluster bombs.

It would seem that the Isirians where content to sit back and rely upon aerial strikes to break down the domes and shields protecting enemy equipment and vehicles.

Unlike the warheads, the cluster bombs where dropped well beyond the city walls, and would release scatterings of landmines across the dusty landscape. The intent was that that the mines would serve to keep the enemy cloistered within the city, while the Isirians made use of superior air-support. Their run would carry many of the jets over and past the city - leaving them briefly vulnerable to reprisal as they did so - before they too would be gone like the Century bombers before them. They didn't have the speeds of the Auroras in reserve, but reaching speeds of Mach 3 at an altitude of 15,000ft would have them swiftly clear of the area.

It would be a simple matter for individual people on foot to navigate the mines, but driving large numbers of soldiers or military vehicles through would prove far more difficult.

Overhead, a lone drop pod began its descent towards the surface.

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Jacob watched the two fleets engage each other with a smidge of respect for the them. The Patriarch was at low altitude, pounding the ground with her scanners. "Sir, we have a incoming flight of planes, look like bombers, and they are heading right for us!" "SHIT, evasive maneuvers!" Yelled Jacob at the news and the Patriarch listed to the left. Out of the 15 bombers, 3 slammed in to a seemingly invisible wall of glass. The Patriarch took the hits with ease, but now her cloaking was gone. "Shit, weapons online, shields to full, charge up the Shock drive, we will look for her 5 more minuets, then we're out." Jacob looked at the fleet above them I prey they don't take notice to us

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Elsewhere in Isirian space...
"Councilor, you should take a look at this."
"Put it on my screens."

Long range superluminal scans appeared on the holo-panels around Dylan, and his grey eyes scanned over them quickly. Long years of experience enabled him to quickly see what the Scanner operators had uncovered, and his voice was quiet and professional as he answered. "Trigger a collapse approach with nearby fists. Instruct Zeus and her cohorts to remain on overwatch and holding, and get Devastator moving inbound on intercept."

Rising, the Councilor flicked a hand across his screens. Fading to black and winking out, the man left his chambers, tossing aside the comp-glasses as he headed for the Agency strike deck.




Within a few minutes, across Isirian space, UDW vessels vanished from their stations as they turned heading. As the latest developments of the engagement begun, tunnel signatures bloomed, nearly two dozen in total. Two prowler Fists, immediately moving from exit vectors and running dark, operating on standard procedures of executing a series of radical course changes, breaking their locations and becoming nothing more than darkness creeping within darkness. A trio of assault Fists formed around the central dominating vessel, the massive Bahamut-class carrier, the UDW Devastator. 28km long, bristling with Abysses, Hellbores, railcannons, and torpedo batteries, her own cohorts were a pair of heavy cruisers, Ravager and Ruin. 13km long blades, the cruisers held off from the carriers sides like arms, settled firmly into a capital level Fist.

Broadcasting through Aschen and Isirian widebands, Ryder spoke calmly. He himself was settled within the central Psycho-sphere within the Devastator's gullet, casually focusing his energies.

"This is callsign Archfiend in command of UDW Strike Group Imperial to Aschen and Isirian local forces. Request to coordinate efforts and extend a hand, over."

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Discord squirmed atop his cloud and cooed wistfully.

"Ooohhh..." a manic grin spread across his muzzle. "That feels delicious. Such glorious chaos... Time to add my own ingredients to this stew pot."

The draconequus leaned back in the cloud as if in a hammock. He inhaled deeply, tasting the residual chaos that saturated the otherwise desolate and stagnant world. Discord lifted his bear hand, waited a moment for unrecognized dramatic tension, and snapped his fingers. A rolling chorus of booming thunder rumbled across the near cloudless sky. Dark purple, and oddly ominous, clouds materialized over the battlefield with the lazy rotation of Discord's finger. The massive cloud formation continued to spiral outwards while smaller blotches popped into existence beneath it. They wriggled and heaved before unleashing a downpour of yellow rain that reeked of sulfur. Straying aircraft that collided with the cloud layer would find themselves lodged in a taffy like substance that quickly hardened like concrete. Streaks of prismatic lightning raged within the maelstrom.

"Ahh..." Discord blew on his smoking finger and placed a pair of blue-and-red three dimensional glasses over his eyes like shades. "Let's see how they adapt to a change in the playing field..." he said as a bag of Oreo-flavored popcorn appeared in his hand.

Discord stroked his goatee as the typhoon of chaos magic surged through the atmosphere, likely scrambling sensors, communications, and perhaps even distorting the Aschen Planck field. Little was certain as the energies took on a will of their own.

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The blast form the Bombers had shaken the ship, it was when the sudden maelstrom appeared, that the Patriarch was in trouble. "Damn, adjust shields to compensate for the energy, keep scanning." Jacob reached out with his senses to find the cause of this sudden storm of magic. It was painfully obvious this was magic, nothing that he knew of could produce a storm with such power...it was the cause of this power, that Jacob was scared of. "Sir, I have an Elvin life form, cant tell if its female or not, but I can get them on board if we teleport her now ." This brought him back to reality. "Aye, get her up here now, once they are on board, make for deep space and engage cloak once we get out of this storm." An "Aye captain" was sent his way, and he waited.


10 minuets later, the Patriarch broker her cruise over the surface, and made for the tranquility of space...with an extra passenger. Now as long as none of the fleets notice us, we can cloak and make for jump range, then, make for the core worlds. Thought Jacob. This is going to be one hell of a war

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"You can help by searching for the source of this magic storm". 5 minuets later, he sat in the captains chair. "Sir, we have two Demimarch ships breaking off to intercept us, frigate class, lightly armed compared to us, orders?" He smiled just a bit and spoke, "Level us out, pull up the main guns, target but do not fire unless wee are fired upon." The 6 main guns of the Patriarch hummed to life. They were each Rail guns, XGUS-131s, best rail guns that could have been mounted on the Patriarch , each 131 was a triple gunned monster, being able to shatter most shields, and the ship it self by the second volley.

"Sir, they are breaking off". Jacob spoke "God, level the guns in ready positions and full speed to orbit.
The Patriarch made for orbit. the Problem was, they would have pass through the Imperial fleet.

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Merek watched the elemental warriors return once more and form a defensive perimeter around the bits of the city. The elemental archers lined higher ground they could come by with their wings while the pike men and warriors dug in below around Merek. A quick scan by Merek of both the sky and the surrounding area told him this would this would not be an easy battle to win. His eyes sharpened as a small magi circle appeared before his eye enhancing a small circle pod dropping down fast from the upper atmosphere. He grinned under his helmet stripping it off with his hand that quickly dropped the shield in his hand which had a few of the summoned beings looking at him.

His free hand now shot out in front of him as Aeson did with his magic but Merek often then naught underestimated his power at times. This was one of those frequent times with the blood red magi circle appearing in front of his hand being fifty eight inches in diameter which was about ten inches of so off from his height. The blood red circle moved with various scripts and the head of some kind of demon outlined in the center in which the script moved around.

The small magi circle of his right eye had the trajectory calculated, the speed that the pod was falling at and the distance from Merek to the pod. Everything was perfect minus his abundance of power he didn't care to control.

"Fifth Gate of Solomon: Roar of the Demon King!" Merek's words resonated loudly with the magic still enhancing his vocal chords. It would be heard for a few miles as the sound rushed through the air.

The blast would let loose at the right moment overpowered as it was it shot out from the maw of the demon head in the middle. The heat intensive enough to turn the sand to glass in front of him. His intentions wasn't so much to destroy the falling object but to send it into a flipping motion and possibly ruin the cargo that way and send whatever it was off course. The only way the blast of red hot energy could be dodged is if the pod could put out a considerable amount of force to avoid the fifty eight diameter blast traveling close to one thousand seven hundred eighty meters per second.

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Isirian Cruiser, Arcadia
Fleet Admiral Witkowski


"Sir, they're readying their weapons and preparing to attack," an officer called out.

"We're receiving a hail from the UDW," another said.

"Put me through to them," Admiral Witkowski said before speaking into a comm device. "This is the Isirian Fleet Admiral Witkowski aboard the Arcadia. Request granted. I think we have everything under control out here, but we're getting some alarming reports from the ground. We need to get reinforcements down there."

“Understood, Admiral. Given the stand-off distances and the sensor reports of their weapons systems here in orbital positions, I’ll advance the core units into your formation for fire support. Prowler tasking will aid groundside.”

Dylan thought a moment, flicking through a sensor feed. “Given the location is isolated from major infrastructure, what is your position on collateral damage to the terrain in the localized area, Admiral Witkowski?”

"Not a concern," Admiral Witkowski replied. “Just watch our people down there.”

“Alright, Admiral. Joining the party. Ping if you need something specific, we’ll adapt to your approach.”

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The hundred yard zone of destruction caused by the collapse of the vortex wasn't liable to be of any particular immediate threat to anyone given the moon's desolate nature, and the main battles taking place in space - or on the other side of the moon. For the Demiarch ships to even engage the Isirian ships, they would need to leave the moon and would be well beyond any potential interference left behind at the site of the collapsed vortex. The only damages caused by the explosions would be to the Demiarch's own ships that hadn't yet moved far enough away from the Vortex.



Isirian Fleet
Kreios System


Given the sheer size and scope of space engagements involving distances between fleets that spanned upwards into the hundreds of thousands of miles, and the sheer size of the ships on the field, many of the weapons that the Demiarch were utilizing would prove about as effective as firing paintballs when it came to the Isirian ships.

The rockets released by the fighter ships would prove particularly ineffective as the Demiarch didn't seem accustomed to combatting larger ships. With even the smallest of the Isirian corvettes on the field possessing 30 meters of armored hulls, the larger ships that the Demiarch where focusing fire on where going to require substantially more staying power than fifteen yard blast radiuses to put a dent in their hulls.

Even the ships that hadn't yet been upgraded with Aschen shielding technology would be capable of shrugging off the rocket impacts, and the radiation wouldn't be able to penetrate their hulls.

Most of the rockets wouldn't ever reach their targets though. The Isirian's Apollo fighters moved into action, intercepting as many of the rockets as they could while the ships at their back opened with a battery of railgun and light railcannon fire to destroy most of the rockets before they could get within blast range. The larger explosives would be met with similar results as they were torn apart trying to make it through the firing solution of the larger Isirian ships.

The plasma mortars and nuclear beams would prove marginally more effective as they wouldn't be cut to pieces by the rain of railcannon fire, but given that most of the Isirian ships weren't shielded with energy based shields the energy draining plasma mortars would be met with the same complication as the rockets before them. Dense hulls. The smaller Isirian ships would be most vulnerable to sustained fire from the mortars, but with the Demiarch focusing fire on the larger vessels damages where minimum.



The largest of the Demiarch's ships on the field remained dwarfed by the Isirian capital ships and the Reverences, and gun for gun it would seem that the Isirians had the advantage for the time being.

From the Isirian ships, heavy railcannons returned fire against the Demiarch's fleet with a battery of 25-50m slugs and nuclear warheads, while missiles were prepped to intercept smaller Demiarch ships that might try to approach the Isirian fleet. Further adding to the Demiarch's troubles was that they hadn't moved to engage the Isirian fleet sooner, and their clustering together had left them vulnerable to the singularity canons of the two Reverences.

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The pair of Reverence IIs, the Hymn of Purgation, and the Epitaph of the Martyr remained stationary in their position as they squared off against the clustered Demiarchal ships. Their respective Commanders steadfastly held the lines as the Demiarchal ships attempted to attack them.

However unlike the Isirian ships, the Aschen ships possessed considerably more defensive capabilities, as weapons fire surged towards the Reverence IIs, they would be met with a brilliant flash of white light as the Aschen’s shields flared against the impacts from Demiarchal rockets and plasma mortars.

However, despite the incoming fire from the Demiarchal fleet, the pair of Reverence IIs continued to build up energy.



AHSC Epitaph of the Martyr
Reverence II
Commander Lionel Pendergast


Pendergast stood in silence as the alarms in the CIC Blared around him. Though his ship was under sustained fire, the CIC was well shielded and thus hardly a sound registered through the ship’s superstructure. Pendergast remained calm however as he turned to his shipboard AI.

“Status.” He ordered, while the AI replied. “We’re under fire from enemy vessels, shields are holding. I’m detecting massive radiological alarms and nuclear weapons fire; they don’t seem to be very effective against our shields, though. Additionally, fire control reports the Singularity cannon is ready to fire.”

Pendergast offered a nod, before he brought up a large hologram of the Demiarchal fleet. “You may fire when ready, target the large center ship.”

The AI hologram offered a brisk nod, before she vanished.

The buildup of energy within the Epitaph of the Martyr culminated into a fever pitch, the entire vessel shuddered at the massive forces being exerted within. With targeting parameters locked, the Aschen would fire the first shot signalling their official entry into this skirmish.

The Epitaph shuddered once more, and in an instant, she loosed her weapon, hurling a hyperdense collapsed slug along her dorsal structure, rapidly gaining momentum and kinetic energy until it reached the muzzle. It first started as a jet of ionized gas, then the projectile itself which was held together by it’s own gravity. What was once a solid sphere of Neutronium the size of a basketball had been collapsed into a pea sized singularity, and then hurled at nearly 45% the speed of light. This meant that the object’s mass would increase, and the equation spun out of control from that point.

The Demiarchals would be met with this weapon likely before they even had time to react. The Singularity would sear towards the massive Demiarchal mothership, carrying enough kinetic energy to punish shields and armor alike, and punch clean through the mothership, and anything in front of or behind it, and still retain the kinetic energy it had when it left the muzzle of the cannon. It wasn’t the projectile itself that was the major threat however, rather the gravity field that would cause the ship’s superstructure to implode on itself, and pull the entire fleet into disarray as it was likely rend asunder by the sudden gravitic shock unleashed by the Singularity cannon.

“Singularity strike complete.” Inviere hailed, assessing the damage before her.

“All ships weapons free!” She called out into the comms. With the order relayed, the rest of the Aschen fleet sprang into action, the Hymn of Purgation disengaged her Singularity cannon, and chose to target the remaining fleet, aiming right towards the nearest HC-BC, and loosing a one-two punch from it’s MAC guns, hurling a 3,000 ton ferric-tungsten slug at 12,000km/s, imparting roughly 56.6 Gigatons of kinetic energy onto it’s target, a direct hit from one of these mammoth guns would doom any smaller ship, and break the backs of larger vessels.

Once the MAC ordinance and the singularity was away, the pair of Reverence IIs came about to expose their starboard side, with the remaining Aschen fleet opening up in a punishing salvo of Turbo-disruptor shots, which imparted 14.2 Megatons of energy per discharge, high-caliber railgun weaponry, and heavy Anti-ship missiles, with carried a fusion warhead that would deliver a 250 Megaton shaped explosion onto any unfortunate target, this was followed up by a formation of Athena Cruisers unleashing a salvo of their Pilum class missiles, each missile was an AI guided Quantum Plasmid warhead engineered from Coalition technology that imparted a staggering 1.2 Gigatons of yield, these warheads culminated as a brilliant dagger of light that split across the Demiarchal fleet, consuming any unsuspecting vessels in what amounted to a small supernova. Anyone that survived the initial Singularity cannon would likely be mopped up by the sheer overwhelming firepower of the Aschen Fleet.

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Strike Group Imperial, Spaceborne Force

As the massive form of the capital UDW vessels approached, Devastator and her flanking cohorts, Ravager and Ruin spat fire from thousands of torpedo tubes, a full volley of Jericho-MNs. The weight of fire was monstrous from the three ships, a full 2460 guided, tracking, smart torpedoes boiling away and rapidly accelerating under their own grav-drives. Coming from behind the Aschen and Isirian forces arrayed, the cloud maneuvered to pass the friendly ships easily, vectoring in and evading the primitive rocket fire as they closed to Stage 2 dispersal range.

Still advancing and beginning tracking of the mammoth Abyss cannons over their heavily armored hulls, the bridge crews of the force called over the channels of the Stage 2 event, as over two thousand Jerichos shed the outer shells and deployed internal racks. And from these racks leapt 25 faster, more maneuverable missiles. Where once had been a far more manageable number of incoming threats, there now was a far greater flight of inbound weapons, a total of 61,500 missiles, each tipped with a 5 megaton nuclear warhead. Enough for hundreds to target each individual ship of the enemy, virtual overkill. Without intervention, the space forces that were being engaged were about to be drowned in a massive number of nuclear blasts.

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Blackrock, groundside

Though many of the jets succumbed to the anti-air units and missiles, the pod it would seem proved far more difficult to intercept. Missile after missile detonated mid air before they could reach the pod that was plummeting ever closer to the ground towards the legions of fire elementals. The cause of the premature explosions was difficult to ascertain from the ground, but those sensitive to such things might pick up on the fluctuation of telekinetic energy signatures emitting from the pod.




Whisper's descent towards the ground was far from smooth as she braced herself against the turbulence that left the pod shaking violently. Her eyes were closed though and her brow furrowed as she turned her head ever so slightly at the onslaught of stimuli that she was picking up from the surface.

Her telekinetic web swept outward as she saw the scene unfolding within her mind's eye. Wreckages of jets and sulfur rained down around her while missiles homed in on her location. It was a simple matter... a slight push of her telekinetics to send them careening into one another, or to simply detonate them mid-air before they could reach her.

At her current path of trajectory, she would land just outside the city among the horde of elementals. They were ghosts on her spectrum of concern though. Merek though... that one drew her attention as she formed within her mind an image of him standing upon the wall of the city. She could see his lips moving...

Her eyes snapped open as he unleashed the demon's blast upon her pod and her pupils dilated as there was an abrupt influx of psionic energy from within the pod.



The blast of red hot energy all but exploded as it struck an invisible wall, much as the missiles had before it. The heat and energy were sprayed violently in all directions as the pod plummeted towards the ground unhindered. The impact with the ground left deep furrows plowed into the earth before it came to a stop and a large dust cloud rolled outward from where it had landed in the midst of the elementals.

Steam rose off from the hull of the pod, rippling the air around from the intense heat as it sat motionless. Had its passenger survived the impact?

As the pod fell open a moment later, a wraith of a woman stepped out, her pale eyes shifting to the left, and then to the right as she took in her position.

All around her the very rain that fell from the sky was igniting upon the elementals, resulting in gouts of arcing infernos that cast a fiery glow over the playing field.

As she stood there in the thick of the enemy, the faintest of smiles tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Time to dance."

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3 miles away...

“Sir, are you seeing this?” a soldier asked from where he was standing behind a large rock formation and observing the city through a pair of binoculars.

“Yeah, I’m seeing it.”

Strange clouds had formed over the city and the rain that fell from them was igniting in angry bursts of fire as it came into contact with the fire elementals that had taken up position around the city. The open fissure in the ground was shooting up geysers of flame as well.

“What the fuck is that?” the soldier asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen anything like it,” the officer answered before his binoculars caught sight of the drop pod impact. He zoomed in on it with a frown. “Is that one of ours?” he asked.

“It doesn’t look like it... “

As the small white-haired woman stepped out of the pod, they were able to make out the insignia of the Aschen Special Projects Division on her combat suit.

“Well shit,” the officer muttered. “No one told us they were bringing in mutants.”

“What do we do?”

“Nothing. Our orders are to hold our position here.”

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It was the Litany of Fury’s time to shine as Commander Montrose watched the battle unfold above on DRADIS. She made a face for a moment before she nodded to the AI.

The AI offered an affirming nod, before the orders were relayed.

The City below, protected by the Hex-Shield would soon find itself coming under a hail of fire, all 750 Ventral Turbo-disruptor batteries loosed down upon the city below, thundering against the Hex-shield with each impact.

Turbo-Disruptors that imparted 14 megatons of energy, and had the capability to liquefy entire city blocks with each shot. But that wasn’t everything; The Reverence II also unleashed it’s Energy Projectors, which were seen as brilliant columns of blue light that surged forth and pounded against the shield with a blinding glare of white light. The Energy Projectors maintained this steady stream of energy for several seconds, stopping only to cool for a moment before unleashing again in tandem with the constant salvo of Turbodisruptor shots. Indeed this Reverence II was beating upon the Hex Shield like a drum, and imparting a punishing amount of firepower upon it. It was likely the shield would fail in minutes, hours at the best unless a drastic measure was taken, or the Reverence II ceased fire or was destroyed. At that time the city would be vulnerable to the same salvo the shield was now being subjected too.

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Strike Group Imperial, Dispatched Terran Support

Transmissions had been routed through a network of bogey satellites, whisker beam lasers giving orders. The prowler Fists were only six in number, yet preparations were made, two Steel Wolf teams and four Iron Hound squads set to deploy as the Fists approached the enemy installation. Leading the support elements were the stealth frigates Smoke on the Water and Blindside.

Vectoring into low orbit, they slingshotted around the moon before dipping further into its atmosphere, rolling to present their broadsides to the surface nearly ten miles below. Concealment lost as their hulls trailed walls of fire and heat from the rough atmospheric braking, they called across the wide-band, for while the enemy would hear, they would not understand until it was far too late.

“Danger close, danger close, Broadside Strike, danger very fucking close!”

As they came into line of sight of the colony, Smoke lead the attack run as her three broadside Hellbores screamed with fire. Within the breach, a core of deuterium was struck with a high energy laser, triggering a fusion reaction that was, in essence, a nuclear eruption. Extremely powerful magnets lining the breach and bore contained this massive energy and hurled it downrange at 70% the speed of light, a direct fire weapon delivering 5 kilotons of power into a target area only a meter wide. Aiming from the far side of the colony, the volley of Hellbores tore through the atmosphere like streaks of incandescent light, aiming for the center of the installation. And then she fired again. And again. Each of three shots targeting the same point, maximizing damage on any shields in place.

Blindside’s run was identical, a trio of shots in the same place as her sister vessel had fired into. Each of the six shots was spaced exactly 2.6 seconds apart, the precise cycle time of the broadside Hellbores. As they passed by at high speed, anti-grav drives shifted their axis’ enough for a open-door launch of an internal Owl to be made each, before returning to orbit and following into another slingshot, braking harder to establish orbital support over the sight.

The corvettes of the group had followed the slingshots, but instead of engaging in broadside themselves, descended into the atmosphere in the wake of the frigates, their railcannon clusters ready to unleash storms of metal into anything that dared oppose them. The Owls fell into formation as they hurtled towards the surface, homing on the drop pod to deliver their surface forces for support.

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Discord whistled in admiration as the infernos raged beneath him and the rays of raw cosmic energy hammered against the Demiarchals' shield like the wrath of an angry god. He squinted his yellow eyes at the blinding light before donning a pair of shades. The chaos spirit craned his head upward to inspect the upper atmosphere dogfight and his smirk distorted into a manic grin.

"Oh this is the most fun I've had in a thousand years!" Discord squeed. "I honestly didn't expect the rain to take form like that, but what's the fun in predictability? Must be the heavy metal vibes saturating the atmosphere... Anywho, let's see what the neighbors are up to!"

Discord snapped his claws and his cloud zoomed through the air. His shades morphed into goggles while a helmet and scarf materialized in their places. A black steering wheel popped out of the cloud and fell into his grip. The scarf snapped in the wind while he whistled a jolly tune.

The cloud skid to a halt just outside the Demiarchals' shield. Discord dismissed the cloud with a wave of his hand and politely knocked on the outside of the shield. When no one answered, he discretely pulled a small zipper out of nothing and placed it against the shield's surface. He pulled it downward, opening a small hole in the barrier, and stepped through. Discord zipped up the hole and pocketed the zipper behind him.

"Oh Honey, I'm home!" he shouted to no one in particular as he tossed his helmet in a random direction, likely to give a poor cat a concussion.

"Now... Where are you..." Discord tapped his chin as he scanned the base until his gaze fell upon his target. "... Aha!"

He appeared beside Demigrem with a thought. Discord wore an army green helmet with a camouflage strap under his chin. His bear and eagle arms were folded across his chest and a cigar burned in his mouth.

"Ah, I love the smell of chaos in the morning!" the draconequus announced his presence before giving Demigrem a disturbed grin. The army uniform vanished with a snap of his fingers and was replaced by a straw hat, Hawaiian shirt, and purple swimming trunks dotted with crescent moons and solar bursts. An analog camera hung from his neck.

"Oh don't mind me..." he said as he floated in front of Demigrem and snapped a picture. "I'm just a tourist from a few blocks away... Relative to this dimension, that is. Anyway, I couldn't help but notice all the chaos you've been causing in this little corner of space. And might I say... Brav-o~! I haven't had this great of a meal in eons! Did you like my clouds, by the way? Granted, they weren't supposed to turn out like that... but the powers-that-be decided that cotton candy clouds and chocolate rain didn't fit the scenery. What can you do, though? Unfortunately it seems that your little display has got everyone and their grandmother waving their sticks at you..."

"Oh, and where are my manners?!" he extended his furry bear hand towards the demigod with a beaming smile. "Name's Discord. Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony, at your service!"

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Character Portrait: Dylan Ryder Character Portrait: Whisper (Jacquelyn Rose) Character Portrait: Dark Rain Character Portrait: Lunatea Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Merek Hawes Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Mae Dawkins Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Jacob Worren Character Portrait: Amelia Montrose

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Mae looked through the storm trying to find the source. It was definitely a magical storm, but there was something odd about it. Ships flew menacingly, like hawks honing in on prey. Her eyes caught sight of a strange creature. It appeared to be a mash-up of many different animals. "Jacob! I believe I have found the source of this cursed maelstrom." A very strong magical Aura surrounded the beast, and he wore a very, very strange outfit. She found herself laughing. Jacob said something to a crewman and walked over. She watched him stretch his muscular arms, as he strode over confidently. She watched his grey eyes scan the scenery delicately. How she wished he would just wrap his arms around her and just hold her there. A sigh escaped her lips. Scolding herself, she remembered that he probably had zero feelings towards her. In his eyes, Mae was most likely just a valuable asset in the success of the Demimarch. Nothing more, nothing less.