Kelly Ciar's Story

The Iconoclast Battleship continued to gain altitude as Commander Magus surveyed the DRADIS Array. Two of the bridge officers were inspecting the console closely, before the Underlundian ships pinged on the console.

"DRADIS Contact! Three nine seven carom one two eight!" Lieutenant Godfrey shouted, while Magus scowled. "They haven't detected us yet, bring forward batteries online, we're going to give these invaders a warm welcome." He said, as the lights dimmed to a dull red.

"Verified targeting solutions, we'll have to come about, our guns can't traverse that high." Lieutenant Quinn reported, going over the weapons console as Magus nodded.

"Whoever these people are, is going to have to wait. I want thunderbolts hot in their tubes, nominal spread, target the larger ships first." Magus ordered.

The Aschen Thunderbolt class anti-ship missile was a large interstellar capable ballistic missile, with a self contained FTL Drive, AI Guided targeting systems, and a powerful warhead that could be equipped to the specific needs of the battlefield.

"Tricobalt warheads." Magus ordered.

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On the ground, there was a massive thunderous roar, and the 5km long Iconoclast Class Battleship soared over the range that was once obscuring it.

"Lieutenant Siler, contact the IDF, we might have a possible invasion on our hands, Lieutenant Quinn! Get us into orbit, get shields and weapons ready for a fight."

Quinn nodded.

"Signalling the fleet now, but it may reveal our location to the invaders." He protested, but Magus nodded.

"Do it." He said.

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It was likely at that moment the Underlundian ships would detect a Subspace spike on frequencies typically used by the Aschen Empire. Highly encrypted Aschen superluminal communications originating from the planet would only mean one thing.

The Aschen Empire was on the planet, and they too were calling for help.

Kyrian Vox

A single flash of white light is usually the most amount of warning a person gets that a Planeswalker just entered their dimension. In this case that flash occurred right in between the two fleets of ships about 1500 yards above the ground. From that point sprouted a semi-clear energy shield that went from the flash point above the ships all the way to the ground and equal distance to either side. The end result was a curtain blocking the two fleets from each other. If anyone paid attention to the original point of origin they might notice a lone figure dressed in dark clothing with midnight blue hair sitting on the wall.

A single word was mentally sent to the commanding officers of all three groups, but it was in a language none of them could understand. However the meaning could not have been clearer. Come

The man on the wall let himself fall from it and landed on the side closest to the Aschen, taking the impact as if it had only been a step. He waited for the leaders to arrive, and when they did they would be in for a treat. As he came into view the planeswalker would seem rather odd and not as a powerful immortal should. He had messy midnight blue hair that covered some of his face, stood at just over 2 meters tall, had on black jeans with doc martins and a matching T-shirt, and was holding a freshly made cup of coffee. Not really the powerful spell-caster people usually had in mind. The man waved everyone over and motioned for them to sit on some boulders readily available, but he did not seem to care whether anyone did or not.

Once all the leaders were present he finally spoke in between drinks of his coffee. "Before I get to the major business of today's meeting let us all introduce ourselves. I will go first. I am Kyrian Vox, nothing more you need to know right now." His voice was completely monotone and uncaring about the situation, but he still waited for everyone to state their name and whatever titles they preferred. Only after this would he speak again.

"Now then, I am sure you are all wondering what I stopped this... gathering for. I think it would benefit everyone if this did not end in a blood bath, not only for those empires involved but also for the Dreadians who have lost so much. It makes me feel inspired just to be in their presence." He still keeps his same tone and ceases speaking to drink more caffeine into his bloodstream. "So I want you all to behave like adults and talk this out right here, or I am sending everyone back home with no supper."

Cinder quickly followed, she couldn't be left behind now. She boarded the ship. "Jacob, what's happened?"

Jacob Looked at cinder who was now on the ship. "I Think these people are going to take use to safety, although im not sure. Its what the scientist said." Jacob retorted, he then got a message in his mind. "Come". And with that, he walked off the still open cargo hold of the ship. He saw a man wearing black pants, and a matching shirt. Jacob looked over back to the ship. They better be safe he thought. The man was holding a old pre-war coffee mug, with a black liquid in it. He had a odd choice of color for hair, for it was a stark blue contrast. Two other people were by him.....well, within close proximity to Jacob. Jacob was still wearing his T-97g ornate black power armor, with his laser musket on his back. He checked his radio to see if it was safe, according to his head scientist. No answer. Damn it he thought. He continued to the strange man. He motioned for the 2 men...and a woman, to sit down on conveniently place boulders. Jacob sat down, anxiously. Was this some sort of trick? No one on dread was this civil.
The blue haired man spoke. "Before I get to the major business of today's meeting let us all introduce ourselves. I will go first. I am Kyrian Vox, nothing more you need to know right now." The man said nonchalantly. As if this were a business deal. But, Jacob felt inclined to speak second. Jacob cleared his thought, and took a leap of trust that isn't shown in most situations like this. "I'm President Jacob Hothman, of the United Columbian Nation." Jacob stated boldly. He heard the other two state there names and countries. There was the Aschen, and the Underlundians. It was strange seeing people of different planets...and the technology behind them. After they stated there names, ranks and country, Vox spoke once more.

"Now then, I am sure you are all wondering what I stopped this... gathering for. I think it would benefit everyone if this did not end in a blood bath, not only for those empires involved but also for the Dreadians who have lost so much. It makes me feel inspired just to be in their presence." He took a sip from the mug, then continued. "So I want you all to behave like adults and talk this out right here, or I am sending everyone back home with no supper."

Jacob looked in aw. "How do you know of Dreads state? Or even, how do you even know of Dread? We haven't told anyone of it, other than ourselves." He asked genuinely curious. They never even broadcasted were there from....just that they wanted trading...Were there aliens watching over Dread as millions died? This would have to go down in history as the strangest meeting in history.

The four operators moved on now as they were left by the other Rangers who ran off for some call it would have seemed. Kelly himself was more hellbent than the others on fighting the Aschen and that would prove rather trying rather soon. Though before their leaving another member joined them on the planet. That of Renegade and with him he had a few extra goodies, two large coyote tan bags set next to him on the ground and a large mortar tube with all the necessary rounds sat next to that. The operators still used old tech but they had outfitted it with enough modifications to combat more advanced societies.

The five man group left with the items with little less than a nod as the HERCULES Armor activated a latent function cloaking them from radar, infrared and all other means of prying eyes above.

When the soldier Jacob spoke to received his orders on how to reply the man said simply "The Empress received your transmission of alliance and trade, it was our arrival here when the second transmission was received. One not just for aid, but transportation to safety by any means needed" The soldier, dressed in green and white battle armor smiled behind his helmet. "Please, follow me. Your people will be well cared for."

On the largest vessel in space the Empress paced on the bridge, this was the most interesting yet useful visit to this backwater world. She watched on various holographic and glass panels as the rescue operation was well underway. Within a scant few moments, order was set and those on the planet who required aid, almost all of them requiring medial assisentice of some form, were on board the frigates.

"Ma'am, contacts at two seven three, bearing one oh six. Hostiles, they're priming weapons. Tricobalt rounds" Came a voice

"Activate gellar fields around the fleet. Ready for netherspace transfer" Mirana ordered

"Yes ma'am" The gellar fields used the impact energy of warheads against it to provide extended power.

The ships lifted off from the ground, their precious cargo and passengers fully loaded on in safety as they soon rejoined with the massive fleet as it began to turn on a dime in space to exit the system as quickly as they arrived.

The largest of the frigates connected with the massive fleet ship. the soldier, a clone designated as 8271 lead Jacob through a few well ornate marbled halls to arrive at the bridge of the massive vessel. Standing at attention 8271 said in almost a robotic tone "Empress, our guest as requested. His people are safely aboard our frigates and we await your orders"

"Wait outside" Came the calm reply as Mirana observed Jacob with a keen yet gentle gaze, a soft smile on her face

(Please delete all excess (Repeated post) My computer glitches very, very badly, and im very sorry. all other repeated post will be deleted, (Erased.) I officially hate my computer)

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

(Sorry for glitching)

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