Kelly Ciar's Story

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.

It wasn't long after the Iconoclast Class battleship dispatched it's signal to the fleet that there would be a response. As the ship continued to gain in altitude, it's sensors registered some kind of energy field.

"Commander, The Imperial Defense fleet is entering orbit." Lieutenant Quinn reported, as several contacts began to register on the DRADIS.


Magus nodded, as Underlundian ships were starting to retreat from the system, and since the Aschen were not physically anywhere near Kyrian Vox, rather they were aboard their ship, which was a mile or two away from their location, his words did not reach them, and thusly fell upon deaf ears.

"Prepare forward batteries, we're going to punch through that barrier and enter orbit." Magus ordered.

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In High orbit over Blackrock

One by one the Imperial Defense fleet began to filter into Blackrock's higher orbit, first the flagship of the Imperial Defense Fleet flickered into the area. The Reverence II Esteem, commanded by Claire Hanley, supreme commander of the Imperial Defense Force.

As the Esteem flickered into the area, one by one additional Imperial warships jumped in, one by one until they numbered into the thousands, forming a wide blockade around the Underlundian formation.

As the Imperial Fleet maneuvered into position, Admiral Hanley poured over the screens, considering each and every fleeing underlundian ship, before she turned to her AI.

"Open a channel to the Underlundian Fleet."

The Ai offered a swift nod, before she opened a channel to the Underlundian fleet.

"This is Admiral Claire Hanley of the Reverence II Devotion, flagship of the Imperial Defense Fleet. This is the sovereign space of Isiria, a Protectorate of the United Aschen Empire, explain yourselves immediately, or your actions here will be construed as an act of aggression against the Empire, and we will retaliate in kind." She demanded, her voice stern.

While the message went out, the Imperial Fleet continued to position itself, real time communications beaming back and fourth amidst each and every Aschen ship in the fleet. The tension could be cut with a knife.

Cinder waited patiently, sitting in her seat. "Maybe i shouldn't have told him about Carissa" she muttered, and looked around as if her older sister were to appear at the sound of her name. Cinder looked at her guns, which gleamed in the light. She saw her reflection and cringed. Her hair was tangled, knotted, and caked with dirt from not being able to take a shower or brush her hair. Her face was extremely pale, other than having a black eye and bruises on her face. Her clothes were torn but her arms had muscle to them, from having to defend herself for her many years of living on the streets. Then she snuck onto a ship with the President, and his soldiers. He thought she was just a soldier or miner, but no, she was a stowaway. She wasn't meant to be here, and she thought that Jacob had realized this already.

Kyrian Vox

As Kyrian listened in on the radio chatter through his neural implant he cursed as he realized no one had really paid him much attention. To say the least it pissed him off, never something good for a planeswalker. He downed his coffee and threw it askew hearing it shatter as he began chanting in an alien language.

When he had finished the energy field he had created disappeared in a quick motion as it returned to whence it came. Shortly after Kyrian appeared in a flash of light aboard the newest fleet`s commanding bridge right behind Claire Hanley.

His appearance was now changed as he wore a long black trenchcoat and silvery mask to hide his features. "I suggest you stand down yourself. This is a lot more important than you can possibly imagine." His voice and body language were neutral as he spoke, nonthreatening but dead serious.

"If you interrupt the evacuation of these people many lives more than theirs could be lost in the future. Even yours depending on the choices you make right now." He waited for the commander's responce as it would be a pinnacle decision in his own plans.

Perhaps if the Reverence II Class of ship wasn't equipped with extremely sophisticated; passive anti-teleportation defenses that were designed to prevent teleportation through technical, and magical means. Kyrian might have been able to board the Reverence II, Reverence II class ships also did not posess a 'Bridge' in the strictest traditional sense, rather it possessed something called a CIC, a Combat Information Center, in the center of the vessel that afforded heavy protection from both attack and enemy boarders.

Though, even if he had succeeded in his efforts to teleport aboard the Esteem; the CIC Security would have opened fire on him almost immediately.

This was however not the case, an active Planck array coupled with an extremely sophisticated Anti-Magic system essentially prevented this teleportation. Preventing the planewalker from reintegrating from whatever means of teleportation anywhere aboard the Aschen vessel.

An attempt to force himself through this quantum stabilization field, or alter it in any means would prove fruitless, as a brute force attempt would likely tear his body to pieces on a subatomic level, thusly the attempt Kyrian made to board the Aschen vessel would likely either end in failure, or his death.

Thusly he would be unable to speak to Admiral Hanley, whom was listening for a response from the Underlundian fleet.

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Kyrian Vox

Kyrian was a little frustrated at the newer age technology of these Aschen ships, and the people inside who were so blinded by duty as to overlook the importance of such an event. He calmed himself down only by a single fact; they were ignorant mortals and had to be taught. He supposed the only real way to reach them was to use their own methods, which in this case was to show as much force as possible and hope the other party was weaker than you. Kyrian had the perfect way to do this but he didn't want to resort to such methods.

In the end he had little choice in the matter and moved to execute something only he could do. The first thing he did was not this, but a simple trick that turned his body into plasma while his soul remained intact and in control of the particles. This streak of plasma looked like lightning as it hit the ground and then shot off into the sky with a loud bang as it broke the sound barrier. Once above the atmosphere Kyrian moved further and further away until he had plenty of distance between him and the surface of the planet.

Normally he wouldn't be anywhere inside the solar system when he summoned his ship but time was of the essence. At the whim of the planeswalker he expelled a giant flash of light the size of a small moon and pushed all dust and debris within that flash outwards with strong force. When the flash dissipated Kyrian was sitting in his pilots chair, and in the place of the bright flash was a large moon sized ship known as Data World: Arkvaes. The gigantic ship was without age, yet ancient. The technology that made up the ship was fueled by it's own planeswalker spark and had a consciousness of it's own. Kyrian had never spoken with this consciousness directly but the A.I. that governed it was rather brash and had bad taste in Kyrian's opinion.

As the giant ship orbited Blackrock, it did not seem to have much gravity for it's size. It was made of a very light material yet strong enough to withstand the pressures of Dark Matter travel. Because of the ship's fuel source it had a natural defense system that needed no activation or control, the Spark in the ship's core taking care of almost all ship commands besides those which Kyrian could command. Inside the ship itself were things that only Kyrian knew of, but it was legend that the dozen or so Data Worlds held vast amounts of hidden knowledge from multiple dimensions, along with other secret things. Currently Kyrian only cared about what a ship of that size would impose onto the mortals below. Awe, fear, or even anger. It did not matter to him as long as it could help save the Dreadians below.

Kyrian switched on his radio signals and hailed all ships below, making himself another cup of coffee before he activated the video screen to chat with them all at once. For Kyrian the entire rounded upper sphere of his piloting room was the screen but he selected an oval portion to show who he was talking with. "It is about time I got a word in, you mortals sure like to threaten first and listen second. Anyway this is Data World Arkvaes, you know that giant new blip on your scanners? I am asking you all to an in person conference aboard my vessel. You can find docking instructions in your ah... what is it called now, email? Yeah, your email. Oh and I should mention that the refugees should not be harmed if you want me to be happy. That comes with perks too, like pastries and sunshine and little furry things." Kyrian sipped his drink and waited for an answer. It seemed to him that was all he did anymore was wait on mortals to speak or die these days.