Leia Nash's Story

Back in space, a temporary ceasefire had spread through the fleets as the Deminaught's hail was received. While Whitkowski responded to the Deminaught, several of the Isirian carriers where launching shuttles and smaller ships to begin sending reinforcements to the ground now that the Demiarch fleet was in ruins.

"This is Isirian fleet Admiral, Whitkowski. We will accept your surrender under the conditions that you take your weapons offline immediately, and instruct your ground forces to lay down their arms and surrender. A convoy of ships to return to the surface is not authorized. Attempts to approach Blackrock will be met with hostile action. These terms are non-negotiable."

The remainder of the fleet would begin it's motion to leave. There wasn't much hesitation. The ship's path was a straight path. One ship in the mix disengaged it's Atomization Field, but the fields engine continued to rumble.

"We're disengaging out outer shell, we do not find our Atomization Field to be necessary. We are gone." A B.C.-H.C. messaged the Isirian ships.

Following the disengagement of the one ship, the remaining ships that possessed the field followed the action. In the control station of one of the B.C.-H.C.'s, the Core image made it's presence. As it's presence came about, the Demiarchal's lost full control of their fleet. Engines were supercharging, ready for a rapid escape as the Atomization Field engines were supercharging, adding an extreme boost in their speed.

In the blink of an eye, every ship that contained an Atomization Field released a bolt of energy that seemed to merge and struck towards the Isirian fleet. It's appearance was no more than one second. The moment the bolt of energy was gone, the Demiarch ships Engines released their power, pushing the limits of the Planck Field as they vanished into space. This function would push the ships to their limits, their engines would blow if the Nuclear Pump miscalculated one stroke. The moment they were beyond the Planck Field, a vortex would form and the ships would pass through it, cutting off their trail if any ships were to attempt to follow them.
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On the ground, things were not ceasing as easily as they had in space. Or so it would seem. The mighty ships that were leaving the space had ensured their escape. The mighty bolt of energy cast by the united energy of the Demiarch ships that was near instantaneous was mighty, casting a massive wave of purple light across the sky for a second.

The orb shot directly into the air, escaping into space. The orb would move faster than visual sight to the original placement of the D.S.A.. When the orb was there, it would vanish again, traveling the path left behind by the remainder of this D.S.A. fleet. The orbs physical size and ability to travel through energy as energy was it's great escape. There was no teleporting, just the passage of energy, through energy. There was slim chance that it would would even be noticed.

Demigrem looked upon the woman who was now his current problem. He would begin to move forward, his glaive vanishing in a bolt of purple lightning. As he moved forward, tissues began to climb around the armor he wore. This skin was forming an armor made of a demon like tissue and bone.

The feather on his wings began to blow into the wind, falling to dust in a matter of feet. The tissue on his wings began to blow away in the breeze cast from his rising energy in the form of dust. The bone like structure remaining would begin to fold into Demigrem's back, being replaced by six spikes. The spikes were black, three running down each side of the back. The top two was three feet in length. The middle two was two feet. The bottom two was one foot.

Demigrem's armor and helm was now beneath this new demonic tissue. His ram like horns had a spiral design and a metallic gold color. His skin had darkened to a very deep purple, almost black. He had grown at least another foot tall as he did wide. Three metallic gold spikes erupted from the upper side of his forearms, reaching six inches in length. On his shoulders, head, breast place, inner forearms, inside and outside of thighs, and his shins, were covered in a metallic gold plating like the spikes. His appearance was of a demonic Cooler.

Demigrem would let out a mighty roar that carried lightning on it's soundwaves. The roar was enough to cause the nearby rock formations to come crumbling to ground. This would destroy a lot of the base, Demiarchal's and all. What survived would just go crazy, rushing out towards anyone or anything that was near the base, going in all directions.

Demigrem would find himself nearing Merek, much closer to the battle now, his focus on the female Psionic. As he did, he would begin to surge in lightning, gathering mass amounts of power. A laugh would break through the roar of energy surging him. It's deep, evil tone filled the air, constantly repeating it's pattern like an echo.

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The extension would find the base of the spear that was throne. The broadside of the spear head would deflect the extension downwards, the tip of the blade on the other end of the spear would find the creatures skin, but not enough to damage it, just a scratch. With a quick retraction of the extension, the Arch-Hound was still in motion.

As the Arch-Hound made it's leap for the hole, a Repulsor blast found it's way to the Arch Hounds chest. The energy would knock the Arch-Hound off it's patch immediately. The energy blast was enough to knock the Arch-Hound back, but it still landed on it's feet ten feet back. The energy that collided with it's chest was carried through it's armor plating and released around it like Dragon Scale Armor. Too many of those blasts and the Arch-Hound would be done.

The Arch-Hound would slowly step backward, it's legs taking a wider stance. The Arch-Hound would lower it's upper torso as it's extensions began to fully extend, creating a dome around it's head. The energy surged rapidly and released as a solid blast that aimed a mere four feet in front of the Arch-Hound. The blast of energy and debris would give the Arch-Hound enough time to leap into the hole and tunnel under the ground.

The previous scratch had widened as the Arch-Hound made it's blast. It wouldn't get any worse, but the Arch-Hound knew that it had to avoid that weapon. The tunneling would give the Arch-Hound enough time to fully shake off the blast from the Repulsor. The Arch-Hounds were in trouble in all the others were in the same predicament. The only thing to do was fight, but the Arch-Hounds were much more limited to what they could do compared to their opponents.


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Still remaining on the moon was a group of three soldiers. They were hid somewhere and they had no useful tech due to the shutdown and destruction of their Blackrock system. The soldiers crushed their ear pieces and any other device that could be picked up by any type of sensor.

The soldiers had found a deep stretch of caves that passed under the surface. These caves stretched to pits of lava. The soldiers knew they couldn't do anything about the situation on the surface. In a unanimous decision, the squad decided to call these depths home for a short time. The soldiers would hide among the boulders and other cave related formations. They were on the watch, never sleeping, waiting until their time came.

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In the roads that the Demiarch Empire built, they had placed something in it's near indestructible compound that was rather deep in the ground for a road. The roads would begin to vibrate, slowly shaking everything around them down. The energy would grow for the next few minutes. If the tech that was placed in the roads was able to produce enough energy to fuel a city with what was laid in the Cerenium, what else could it be possible of?

Merek reacted the battle standard spell cutting off as the telekinetic force struck both the magical barrier around his body from physical harm and the physical barrier of his armor stopped further dampened the attack. The blow didn't force him back however but redirected the kinetic force at a downwards angle that cracked the ground they were standing on, which forced Merek down a bit. The hammer now resting in his hands he smashed downwards, rippling shockwaves and fire whipped out from the hammer. The magical flames from the hammer of Asmodeus would burn even an ethereal form. Merek didn't stop with the smashing of the hammer there. He had one more thing that sprung to mind. A crazy idea that would be of great annoyance to Aeson but none the less an idea.

"Ninth Gate of Solomon: Alpha & Omega!" The warrior roared. Cutting him off would not work for the words were more for an intimidation effect than for the actual casting at this stage since the increase of his magic well by Demigrem.

The transformation however became chaotic with the white ethereal tendrils sprouting from Merek like veins stripping his human form of both armor and flesh to reveal a white hot ethereal form below. The effect took to his eyes and mouth his eyes becoming a literal fire, his mouth to sprang with flames. The veins even spread to the hammer warping it into a sword of pure white energy that fluxed as Merek's ascension continued. With his body completely warped now to the god like form four white wings spread from his back as the veins slowly crawled out to the tips of the new appendages.

The final finisher of the transformation was the white cloth that draped over his body. He stared down his opponent now from the mini crater that was created from the earlier force.

The CIC of the Esteem was what could be described as absolute and utter chaos as the Data world flashed in. The shipboard AI was taking readings, while the CIC Crew were moving from station to station. Through the Chaos, Éclaire Hanley was standing in silence as she contemplated her next move.

The Underlundians finally threw in their response, evacuating the people who had requested aid and refugee status. The Admiral paused a moment.

"Empress Mirana, I know who you are. Respectfully, I request you update your star charts to prevent further diplomatic incidents like this one from occuring." She said, looking to the Data-World on her DRADIS readout.

"I'll allow you to proceed, since it appears you've already taken them aboard your vessel; ensure that any Anti-Aschen guerillas that may have slipped by are handed over to Imperial Custody." Hanley then turned her attention to the Data-World

The Moon sized object was massive, but the tactical scenario moved through her mind. She was confident that Imperial forces in the system could engage whatever it was this thing was that invaded this star system.

"Ma'am, we're receiving a communication from the alien construct." Lieutenant Quinn reported. Hanley offered a slight nod, before she looked up at the large display. "On screen."

She turned her attention to the message, an audio transmission from the large construct. Her mind continuing to consider the tactical scenario as she awaited the reply from the Underlundian fleet. Other things had now taken priority.


"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."

The Admiral stared at the screen in consternation, her mind racing before she turned to the shipboard AI.

"Initiate singularity strike, signal the fleet to enter combat formation omega, all ships are to enter combat readiness in five centons." Hanley ordered, while the AI Nodded.

"Acknowledged." She replied, before Hanley turned to the tactical display, speaking another order. "Send my reply." She said aloud, and the Data world would receive a transmission from the Esteem.

At that moment, Hanley replied through an audio channel to the Data World Arkvaes, her tone was stern, and her words carefully chosen.

"I'm not entirely sure who you are; or where you came from. However one thing is for certain, and that fact is you're in the sovereign space of the United Aschen Empire. That means I call the shots; not you." Hanley said flatly, as her AI spoke up.

"Initiating primary Singularity protocols, preparing to deploy the Singularity cannon."

Hanley nodded, before she continued "I don't want a conference, I don't want to talk. I'm going to issue you a very stern order. You are trespassing on sovereign Imperial space. You have exactly ten centons before I construe your presence here as an act of hostility, and your construct is engaged and destroyed by this fleet, and your actions taken as an invasion and subsequent act of war against the Empire."

The message was transmitted on a wide band, and the Esteem, along with the rest of the Imperial Aschen fleet began to move into combat position, taking a wide line several hundred thousand kilometers across. Sagittaron and Gemenon class cruisers taking the front lines, bringing their Turbo-disruptor batteries to bear. While Athena cruisers, with their intense long range Thunderbolt missiles entered coordinates to load and deliver a lethal salvo of Naquadria enhanced fusion warheads that were capable of destroying an entire planet.

The Esteem however was preparing a lethal punch, with a Singularity strike authorized, a solid slug of neutronium, a material forged in the heart of a neutron star was being loaded into a specialized magnetic acceleration cannon. Here the neutronium would be loaded into a specialized graviton chamber; and collapsed into a singularity before being hurled at the Data-world. This weapon was one of the most powerful in the Aschen arsenal, and in the years of it's service no one has ever been able to mount a defense against this impressive piece of engineering.

While this was underway, the Aschen Fleet began preparing it's own defenses, gargantuan hard-light fields capable of repelling an impressive amount of ordinance.

The Esteem was preparing to take out the Data-world in one well placed shot. While her powerful shields and Duralthene armor were capable of shrugging off even the most powerful of blows.

While the Aschen fleet prepared it's attack against Arkvaes, the anomaly on the dark side of Blackrock didn't go unnoticed.

Several subspace transmissions were moved in real time between the Imperial Fleet's battle net, and a Watchtower that was recently established within the Blackrock System. The Watchtower itself was a massive, heavily fortified installation. It was also equipped with extremely sophisticated sensors capable of detecting even the most minute spatial ruptures. Though Golith's ship itself wasn't detected yet, it's entrance into the system was.

At that moment, the Watchtower transmitted a coded bit-stream message to the Esteem.

"Admiral Hanley, this is Watchtower B-6, we've detected unusual spatial acticity on the dark side of the moon, we've signalled the Fleet of Inner Knowledge, and the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance to investigate the anomaly, they will arrive in one Millicenton, We'll activate FTL Inhibition arrays once they've reached the Star System."

Kyrian Vox

When the planeswalker heard the response from the Aschen Fleet he pinched his nose and sighed in frustration, then spoke into the comm link once more but it was more to himself than to Hanley. "Aschens still haven't changed. Alright I will play your game for a while." He really didn't care about the Aschen's at all as long as the refugees got out of the area safely. If he had to distract the Aschen Fleet to do that than so be it. Although from his Dark Web sensors they had quite the payload of firepower in the current age. He would more than likely have to pay them a visit on their capital world and talk with the higher ups. They should at least train their armada to learn how to use the weapons they were given instead of shooting that kind of firepower at something like a Data World.

Kyrian did not even make a flinch to move his ship, and when the barrage from the lesser ships came at Kyrian they met opposition of a subtle design. Data World Arkvaes protected itself in this situation, rapidly "growing" it's consciousnesses out to 3 miles from the surface of the ship's outer hull. It's consciousness became more complex and altered the magnetic field around the Data World to become strong and repellent in nature, it's shape becoming a converse spatial field as well as change the nature of the field to affect both negative and positively charged molecules equally. The magnetic field's shape altered the path of the missiles and energy based weapon attacks to follow the flow of the magnetic lines and literally go around Data World Arkvaes where they flew off into space and would eventually fizzle out. A secondary field was created behind the magnetic one, this field instead becoming particles of Hard Light making a visible mesh field around the ship to take the pressure of anything that might have exploded prematurely.

The Singularity was a lot harder to avoid for Kyrian, but he did have a plan in place for it. He activated the Data Worlds travel applications which immediately made the fields go down to conserve energy. The entire ship began to fade into the Dark Web, it's entire form becoming pure black, and eventually it disappeared completely from view, his comm link no longer showing him but a number of marbling colors in a sea of chaos. The Singularity was still a 3rd Dimensional form and could not touch the 4th dimensional structure that Data World Arkvaes had become by joining the Dark Web. As the singularity passed by the Data World became 3rd dimensional again, fading into existence as Kyrian's comm transmission came back online as normal.

The planeswalker was drinking yet another cup of coffee as he addressed the Aschen again. "Now I will ask you again, do you want to talk this out or shall I put you in the corner to think about what you have done?"

Jacob looked at.....Mirana? She had told off the scary fucking voice that that threaten to murder everyone. Who the fuck threatens a person just because your in there territory? Back on Dread, immigrants were accepted due to..."harshness of there old homes." That's what it said in the codex, or....basically the UCNs constitution. Mirana looked back at him. Her eyes were still the soft pity eyes as before. Her statue hasn't change even due to the... situation at hand. He turn to her, still standing, with full Power armor on. "What in a fever dream was that....." He asked, clearly confused. Everything was weird now. Aschen? Who the hell were those guys, better yet, who the hell was the Underlandians? Jacob needed answers. "I have 3 questions." He said respectfully. She still had an aura of authority that demanded respect. Better not to piss a intergalactic empire that could squish you. "First off, who are you? According to your message, your names Mirana. But want to know the story. Second, Who are the Aschen, and why did they threaten with death? Third. Who exactly are the Underland, and were are you takeing us?" Jacob asked. He looked around waiting for a response. The bridge was a treasure trove of tech. Advanced A.Is, computers, everything. If he were to bring this back to Dread, nothing would stand against the UCN. Not even those Kameron Slavers. He was aw struck, and for once, his face showed it due to his helmet being off. He looked at the empress again. Her skin was pale....and fair. Nothing like anyone on dread. People there had...growths, and highly tanned skin. No one was pale. well, except the "Bunker" Dwellers. Though...most of those guys never saw the light of day.

Back in the cargo bay, the miners and scientist, and of course the soldiers were helping to keep each other comfortable. They had no idea what was in store for them. All they could do is wait, build, and keep each other company. A Ghoul by the name of Gamer, wearing black pants and a white greasy shit, was fiddling with a wide range radio. He was a rank 4 technician in the UCN, one of the best. The radio burst to life, with relaxing, but triumphant music to show for it. He turned to some of his friends, and said in his gruff, strained voice "Lets get this sucker hooked to a few of the speakrs, and party like its our last day.....wait...were not on Dread anymore. Ok, like its our last day alive." Gamer got to work on hooking the radio to UCN speakers. The other miners quickly joined in. Using make shift brewing stands to make alcohol. The soldiers made sure no one was going to hurt anyone. They wernt going to join the miners. The radio played throughout the cargo bay. Nice old school rock music was playing, and alcohol was a prevalent smell. Not a heavy smell, for only a few of the miners were drunk. But it was a lght smell neither the less. The soldiers stood by, ready to end the party on a moments notice. They didn't know if alcohol was illegal or not on the ship. So, they made sure to be ready if they said stop. Funny how they are taking orders from unknown beings.

From the emptiness of space that wasn't too far from the action, a spark in space became visible. The spark was tiny and barely visible by the naked eye. Slowly, surely, the spark was growing in size. Bit by bit, more detail began to show. The outer bright purple ring that seemed to expand faster with every second. The circular shape it took. The vibrantly black center that seemed to move at it's own will. It looked like a sideways black pool was forming.

The spark grew and grew until it was the size of a man. Then it stopped. At first, it appeared that nothing was happening. All was calm. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of the pool, stepping onto the foreign land of Blackrock for the first time. The figure wore...a lot of white. White, close-fitting, but not uncomfortable slacks with a white blazer to match, on top of a surprisingly plain yellow t-shirt. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle was to be found. Even his shoes, as white as the majority of his clothing, gleaming as if they'd been military shined. A flash of sunlight reflecting revealed a gold ring on his right ring finger, though it was anyone's guess on it's significance. Looking up, a young boy-ish looking face would be there to greet them, yet he was nothing of the sort. Blonde hair and electric blue eyes that seemed to vibrate the senses, they merely matched his 6 foot 5 statue and his aura that reflected power and intimidation.

Lance DeBrinn was simply stunning.

The now revealed portal closed behind Lance, leaving him alone with his stature. Lance put away what appeared to be a cell phone device, lifted his arm to his mouth, and pulled back the sleeve, revealing a "wristwatch" of sorts.

"Dr. Burkton, I've made it to...wherever this is..." he spoke calmly and calculatedly with a monotone voice.

Some typing could be heard, then: "Ah, yes. You are in the Multiverse Universe, according to my documents." The voice sounded young and polite, yet a bit scraggy and bright.

"The...Multiverse Universe?" Lance appeared puzzled. "But, aren't we all already in the Multiverse?"

A slight chuckle could be heard. "Oh, no, no...well, I men yes, you are. You are in the Multiverse Dimension within the Multiverse itself."

Lance sighed, "I'm confused. Can you please explain?"

"Gladly. This dimension is what a universe would be like if it was, in itself, a Multiverse. Instead of the universes existing across dimensional barriers that need to be crossed to traverse into other dimensions, this universe is it's own Multiverse, containing all the universes, but putting them in one expansive world. Does that make sense?"

"Well...kind of."

"Don't worry. You'll understand in time." A pause. "Just explore around for a bit. Try not to get yourself killed...but I'm not worried about that. Keep the Dimensional Device safe."

"Got it," Lance went to put his wrist down, but remembered something and brought it back up. "Do you have any gear you want me to test while I'm here?"

"Not quite yet. I'm almost done with something, but I'm still working out kinks. I'll let you know when I'm sending something through the Transicom."

"Kay, thanks," Lance reached for his belt and pulled out what appeared to be two tiny black rods. Twirling them in his hands, he pressed a button on one of them, smiling in satisfaction as the Haven Sword appeared to form out of thin air. In fact, it formed from the Carbon in the air, building a structure of Carbon that made it two levels harder than diamond. Transparent with a gold tint, the blade was double-edged and looked weak since it was rather thin, but it was not a weapon to underestimate as it could probably cut through any material man could make.

Lance pushed the same button, letting the Haven Sword return to it's "sheathed" black rod state. He would use them when he needed them. Right now, he needed to figure out what was going on. Lance looked around, trying to find any forms of life.

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Golith drummed his fingers across the arm of his throne as several other officials mulled about he floor away from his position. Taking note of several lights that popped up and gave warning. They would approach panels on the floor, that beamed a holographic pedestal in front of them. Interacting with this projection, they could affect and adjust things from their perspective and Golith just watched from his seat as they did so. While they spoke among one another and discussed, proper lines of action.

The strange creature had returned to his side once more and was now holding a small silver tray with scattered treats set on its surface. Golith would reach forward and take one, eating in with nary a word between him and the strangely laprinial creature. Though from time to time, he would caress the top of her head and she would swoon as she did before.

The creature was barely the size of a normal human and clad in strange clothes. Thick leather bindings that encased a majority of her head and chest. As well as heavy silver bangles that wrapped both forearms and thighs, causing the dim light to reflect at awkward angles from time to time. Her feet were digigrade, boasting a separate section of lower leg, adding too her look of appearing nearly rabbit like in nature. A single thin strip of cloth covered her sex, shielding what little modesty there could be had in that kind of outfit. As well as a thin buckled collar that held snug around the neck. Both, appearing to be the same color as Golith's own robes.

As he smiled with a small sense of delight at the treat he was offered, several small lights glint across his face and he recognizes this as the navigators dial to contact him. "Yes Navigator, what is it?" The same familiar voice chimes in quickly.

"Master, I am detecting several ships relocating towards our general position. Intercepted subspace contact reveals them to be ships drawn a detection of our gating procedure. Golith smile widened as he heard those words and responded. "Well, its good to see that they have at least advanced that far. What do you have on those ships?" He returns as he shits to lean towards the front of his seat.

Several small chirping beeps of an overhead light, no longer in length then a second pass by and the Navigator returns. "It appears to be two separate fleets master, registered in their archives as both the Inner Knowledge and Righteous Vigilance. Both containing nearly seven thousand ships together, with a mixing of grades from within their sphere of technology." Golith pays attention too his Navigator for long enough, that his strange pet is berating herself of his hand. Mewling as she brushes against it, like a placated cat. "Nothing salvaged from us I take it?"

"No master, I appears they may be at the cusp of seeing us, but not grasping. The only vessel that poses some threat, if any, would be Gaia's child." Golith rolls his eyes for a moment as he wrestles his hand from the grasp of his pet, shushing her as she gives a plaintive reach for it in return. "Prepare for a full sweep of the entire system, search every nook and cranny.. leave nothing unseen, from without and within the void. The Navigator complies, charging up the Obelisk pulse array as it now prepares to fire off a vast, mapping pulse of multi-wave energy.

One official makes his way towards Golith's platform and speaks. "The ships will be rounding the crest of the moon soon, making it possible for them to see us. That is, if one of them is happening to be looking out a port hole at the time." Some of them start to laugh at the thought and another official chimes in. "Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if their ships still run on a fossil fuel, or coal for that matter." The laughter builds for a moment before Golith waves a hand to dismiss their banter and they all shut their mouths collectively.

He sits back in his seat and speaks "Navigator, on my mark. Fire the pulse... and.. Mark." No reply from the Navigator was needed, triggering the ships pulse was called and delivered. From outside, the whole of the ships hull shined a vibrant yellow before the light burst outward. The resulting force was enough to permanently mark the moons surface with a crater, growing several thousand miles in diameter and pushing a wave of debris across its surface.

The wave visually vanished after several kilometers, but its effects could still be felt and the approaching ships inertia dampeners were jostled with a stiff kick. The now visual absent wave carried out through the vast reaches of space, filling and mapping every section of every fiber it touched. Even advanced systems, were jostled for a moment, when their receptors were hit by the pulse in turn and it quickly rummaged through their systems. Grabbing up information like a ravenous fire, set in the midst of a forest of dried kindling.

Golith looked at a holographic console that extended from the arm of his throne and looked as banks of information spilled onto its screen. Diagrams of ships, their names, their crew counts and their crew names all became listed. Even more private data became available on closer inspection as blood type, brain chemistry and physical health were all cataloged. The listing carried over too the planets as well, mapping just as much detailed information as possible and growing as the wave continued.

A pair of ethereal eyes watched Kyrian closely, though whoever was watching could not be perceived, the planeswalker was being studied intently. Aside from the feeling of being watched, nothing else seemed to occur.

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The defense that the Data world exhibited would have performed admirably against the Singularity Cannon if the weapon had ever actually fired. However there was a charge time between when the charge was initialized and when the weapon would be fired. Hanley had also given Kyrian Vox a ten minute warning to vacate their star system.

In reality she was biding her time, waiting for the elements of the Fleet of Inner Knowledge, and the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance to filter in system before the FTL Inhibition array was initialized. This would prevent the Dataworld from leaving the third dimension, and make it vulnerable to the Aschen when they did decide to open fire.

The final elements of the two new fleets jumped in system, flickers of spatial energy signalling their arrival one by one, Aschen forces nearly fifteen thousand ships strong between the fleets of the Imperial Defense Force, the Fleet of Inner Knowledge, and the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance.

Hanley checked the clock, before the shipboard AI spoke up.

"Unidentified energy surge coming from behind the moon, additionally, the Underlundians have evacuated the Xenos."

The Admiral made a face, before she once again opened a transmission towards the Data World.

"I don't care about the refugees, I care that someone decided to waltz some giant battlestation into Imperial Space. I have to consider the defense of the Aschen People above your wants and needs. I have no desire to board your ship, nor do I have a desire to interact further unless you can get off your high horse and interact with us in a meaningful manner. As of now however, you have demonstrated yourself to be a threat to the Empire. It is my job to ensure that threats to the safety of the Empire are neutralized." Hanley spat before she terminated the communications.

At this moment the Imperial Defense fleet maintained combat readiness, weapons locked onto Arkvaes and poised to fire. However the Aschen fleet did not fire a single shot, at least they won't yet unless Kyrian continues to provoke them further.

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As the obelisk like vessel fired off it's pulse array, it's crew would find that the wave washed harmlessly over the shields of the approaching Aschen fleet, and as a consequence would be unable to attain information within the shield itself, or intrude on any of the shipboard systems.

Each individual Imperial Aschen ship was protected by a vast swathe of electronic countermeasures, sophisticated AI systems, and skillful defensive coding. Even if the strange pulse somehow managed to get through the shields and interface with the ship's systems, the Obelisk would get minimal information from the Imperial vessels, publicly available information such as ship names, service histories, crew counts, basic schematics and capabilities, command staff, port of origin, and some rudimentary information on the Aschen Empire itself.

Information that revealed the Aschen Empire as powerful, advanced, and extremely ruthless, but diplomatically approachable if a few protocols were followed.

However classified and private information remained obscured from this deep scan by careful AI Protection, Golith was able to see only what the Aschen allowed him to see.

The Tria was a different matter entirely. Reality itself lensed as the wave approached it, and washed harmlessly around the strange ship. Golith would recieve nothing with his scan from this mystery ship. Only visuals could discern roughly what it was, and perhaps lend to who built it.

The energy wave was hardly felt by those on-board, but registered by the shipboard AI's of each vessel. Whom subsequently informed the ship commanders, and the approaching Aschen fleet began to go into combat readiness.

At that moment, 50,000 kilometers away from the strange Obelisk vessel, a ship unlike any of the Aschen vessels flickered in out of nothingness. It's angular, ancient construction contrasting with the sleek, bulbous design of the Reverences, and the robust, intimidating designs of the Iconoclast ships, and other newer ships of the line.

This vessel was the Tria, an Alteran ship constructed nearly a million years ago, and having withstood the test of time to be one of the Aschen Empire's most valuable assets.

Orlin McGregor, seated in the control chair of the Tria along with his crew let his mind consider this vessel before him, before a neural link opened up a communications channel.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Rear Admiral Orlin McGregor of the Tria, I see you attempted to scan our fleet. Please identify yourselves and state your intentions immediately. Orlin stated, as the Tria began it's own scans on the alien vessel before it. Deep penetrating scans that were designed to look for life signs, analyze the power source and drive systems. In addition to comparing it to the vast database the Alterans had kept.

While this was underway, Orlin's mind formulated a tactical scenario, and the ship eagerly began to respond, it's powerful shields raised as it approached the alien vessel at combat speeds. While this was underway, Orlin allowed his mind to wander, as his highly advanced mind considered the very nature of the universe, and reality itself became pliant to his will. Amplified by the Tria's neural systems, the ship appeared to distort the fabric of reality around it.

The remaining two Aschen fleets held back around the moon, their systems locking on the Obelisk one by one. Orlin however had transmitted specific instructions, to hang back and allow the McGregor to attempt to make peaceful contact.

Hanley's fleet continued to monitor the situation, with Claire refusing to answer the transmission from Kyrian, as her shipboard AI was addressing the newer threat on the other side of Blackrock.

The crew of the CIC of the Esteem were still tensely watching DRADIS Scans of the Data-World, while some were watching linked scans from the Tria, and the other two Imperial fleets.

The Planck field was also erected by the Watchtower, which meant that all forms of Dimensional Shifting, Teleportation, and FTL travel would be impossible within the influence of the field, and it would be required to escape at sub-light speeds before teleporting out.

Hanley on the other hand was still quite stressed, the shipboard AI was providing readouts of the large sphere's defense systems, and with the capability it demonstrated to phase in and out dealt with by the Planck packs, perhaps Kyrian would be willing to listen to reasoning.

Kyrian Vox

When the mysterious ship sent out it's scan across space, Kyrian was astonished. It was so similar to the Data Worlds own scanning technology that it was probably alike the rest of the world as well, and could get past the shields. Kyrian didn't mind however, and even unlocked all of the data storage units for recorded data. Inside the data banks of Arkvaes was a near endless supply of information gathered about the entire multiverse, and other dimensions even. The eons of information went back further than most people realized, having existed since before the multiverse was even a figment of some gods imagination. The extreme multitude of information could only be stored even in a ship the size of a small planet through extra-dimensional Dyson-ring storage. Not only was this Data Worlds information stored here, but a quantum connection to the other remaining Data Worlds allows even more information to be accessed.

When the scan hit Arkvaes all this information flooded the ships computer systems all at once. Even if they too had a quantum storage unit to hold all the information there was almost no way they could open up enough bandwidth to take it all in at once. Along with the information was also a section on dormant super-viruses of history and by downloading the file the viruses would be released into the systems at one time. There was even a small chance that the mysterious ship, know having all this information would "grow" it's own consciousness, like Arkvaes itself.

Kyrian however was interrupted by the Aschen sending him a rather rash ultimatum. Kyrian's temper broke and he turned to the transmission, cutting the commander off mid-sentence. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? How dare you call Arkvaes a "battleship". This is the greatest library in existence, older than this entire dimension! You should be ashamed to have even pondered about shooting at it. Do you even know what would happen if this ship was destroyed? You ignorant humans even called in the entire Aschen Fleet didn't you? And now you are being watched, your nation is defenseless against it."

Be "it" he was of course referring to the mysterious ship which had just scanned them. Kyrian shut down the computer banks so the Aschen scan of his ship wouldn't pick up the same thing that the mysterious ship had from his systems. That is, if the Aschen scan could even get through his ship's consciousness. Their scan of the Spark within Arkvaes would read like a strong living being. Their scan of Kyrian himself would yield his genetic structure was almost human, yet he was immortal and had a strong aura of will around him. They would also note his nerves were degrading from the consumption of large amounts of caffeine.

It was about now that Kyrian felt another magic user entire the area. He entered from another dimension if Kyrian could feel him correctly, and immediately Kyrian wished to meet him. It was rare another planeswalker, artificial or natural, come into contact.

((Apologies for taking so long, work has been kicking my ass; and killing my muse))


Orlin elected to allow Admirals Hanley, and Nash to handle the incursion with the large Data-sphere while he decided that he himself would handle these newcomers.

The Alteran vessel floated silently, as Orlin took a moment to consider his reply. He was searching the vast Alteran data-banks for records pertaining to both the alien vessel in front of him, and the alien vessel facing off with the fleets on the other side of the planet.

Finally Orlin's mind keyed up a reply, directed to the The Obelisk of Sorrow before him.

"Be advised, that this is the Sovereign space of the United Aschen Empire, as a diplomatic courtesy to a new species, we have opted to take a diplomatic approach to this situation; the alien vessel on the other side of this moon has not been as cordial, and will not receive the same courtesy." Orlin replied, his voice carrying on the wide band transmissions.

"To that end, i politely request permission to come aboard, to make your acquaintance personally, initiate further first contact, and inspect your vessel. It is standard procedure for the Aschen Empire for new vessels entering our space. As ugly as this sounds It would be prudent to secure our cooperation if you're here to retrieve anything." Orlin replied, hoping that further contact would enable the Empire to further understand this alien vessel.

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The Data-world would likely not be so fortunate, the Imperial fleet began to consolidate their positions around the Data-world, weapons came online one by one, while shipboard AIs exchanged contacts.

Admiral Hanley considered her next move. The Tria was making diplomatic contact with the alien vessel, which was now known to the entire fleet through a live data-feed. it was considered in the hyper-threaded calculations of hundreds, thousands of individual shipboard AI Systems working in unison.

Kyrian's response drew an assorted bout of snickers from Hanley's CIC. The greatest library in existence? Older than all dimensions? Such a notion was impossible, and only seeked to further offend whatever strange entity was observing Kyrian.

Though it's presence was felt, because it allowed Kyrian to feel it's presence. It elected not to reveal itself, rather it observed the planeswalker's actions.

Hanley simply glanced up at the clock display, and replied.

"You have five minutes to vacate this system before we open fire."

Kyrian Vox

The Planeswalker was surrounded by too many beings to take in all the information at once, he felt the ships rather than saw them through the conscious beings aboard them. The situation was puzzling but he knew one thing he had to do, and that was get a one on one discussion going. The first step was to get rid of Data-World Arkvaes so it would be out of harms way, even though it could regenerate itself from almost any damage it would take a long time and Kyrian would have to have to deal with that. He pressed his hands to the surfaces of the ship below him and began to meditate, getting in sync with the ship's onboard "Spark" and began to chant in a sad, slow language. He had forgotten to close communication channels so the Aschen's could hear him.

As his chanting continued his emotions poured out, as only a sad person could channel the energy he wanted to use. A distressed heart that he let go, and his magic began to work. The ship vibrated in waves from Kyrian, the movement of the ship becoming higher and higher frequency and even started to eminate sounds of the vibration across the Dark Web. Slowly the ship started to glow and shine, getting brighter until it looked like a star, and then vanished entirely, it's frequency becoming higher than Light, and changing dimensions because of this. Kyrian floated in space for a moment after his ship disappeared and let himself cry the last of his tears, his breathing now shut off and his body protected by photon shielding automatically in place from a strap on his arm.

As Kyrian pulled his emotions together he honestly didn't know how to change this situation. The Aschen's were being difficult and fool hardy in their regulations and protocals, they knew nothing of negotiation. The planeswalker's emotions changed from sadness to pure anger at their ignorance, he wanted to destroy them all for being so young and naive, but that wouldn't help them. He calmed down quickly and sat there in space where the Data-World used to be, meditating and hardly even breathing as he sought a solution.

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Golith wrings the edge of his chin as the information comes through and nods, as he can see the others in front of him sharing words. Ensuring that this could possibly be on the up and up for some reason. He snaps his fingers and within an instant his small pet is there to answer, as if his word was her's to hang on. He takes the bottom of her jaw in hand with the cusp of his palm and speaks. "I think we may be having guest this evening.." As if by response her flesh goes flush with a lightened pink color and even though her face was not visible, one could see the brim of a smile through her bindings. She bounds for a moment as Golith stands and moves from his seat, which she snap up into. As if she were a cat, perched on the place of her master. "Open a complete link for the admiral, I wish to give him the full picture."

He sets his glass on the arm of the throne before stepping away, as a small drone lifts from the console and centers on him as it begins to broadcast the image it sees. Letting the image piggy back its way on the signal they are feeding too Orlin's own vessel. An image of him standing a midst the center standard of his ship, several feet in front of his throne with the smaller creature lounged behind. "Outstanding.. I do understand your own standing in this matter, besides I think the problem with the child of Gaia is going to complete itself." He leans his head slightly as he is shown the data worlds presence shift out of phase, into another dimension. "I am willing to entertain guest at this time, though I will tell you here and now that neither you, nor your alliance can make such a claim too us. We are sovereign unto ourselves and have been for some time now. I am willing to bring you aboard anytime you wish, be it ship, or other means." He points, motioning for something to happen behind the scope of the video feed "You will be receiving a transmission for our docking procedures and a location for energy, matter transportation. Or if you wish, I could bring you aboard myself.. if that is satisfactory?"

Orlin nodded before the neural link carried out his next order. The coordinates were processed by the ship's computer system, and then relayed to Orlin via neural connection.

The Imperial Admiral didn't react to the alien sight before him, rather decided to transmit his own image so that the aliens before him could see what to expect. A rather unremarkable man in the dark grey Imperial uniform. The way he carried himself, and the way his eyes looked hinted at genetic engineering, or some kind of greater human evolution.

"I will transport myself aboard, standby." Orlin replied, before his mind triggered the command.

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At the designated coordinates, there was a brilliant flash of light, and an audible pop before Orlin appeared. Matter-stream transportation technology was not widespread throughout the Empire, but the Tria had been modified with the technology to allow ease of transit for it's occupants.

The Admiral was also unarmed, save for the singular disruptor pistol holstered at his hip, and an odd earpiece that he wore around his left ear, It was some kind of mental amplification device. It served a double purpose however, and was put in place to shield the man's mind from prying telepaths or empaths.

Orlin let his hands smooth the creases of his uniform, the crisp dark greys contrasting with dark blues, and the glinting pins and medals of his station.

He awaited a welcome part.

---

Though the Imperial fleet dropped it's alert status when the Data-world disappeared, Hanley continued to remain vigilant.

The sensation that Kyrian was experiencing of being watched, vanished as soon as the Data-world disappeared.

---

A nod returned to Orlin as a small gesture was given to cut the transmission and continue.

Golith took a moment to straighten his robes and adjust himself for the strange diplomatic meeting that was about to take place. His little pet took her time as she knelt behind him and did as he did, straitening and pulling out the creases in the tail of his clothing. Only to step next to him and raise her head to him, ready to receive his small praise. Which she received as his hand graced the back of her head, causing her to stand on the balls of her feet and pressing deeper into his palm.

All of the other officials were quiet about what was transpiring, save for one. A familiar face stepped forward and spoke his mind, albeit out of turn. "Master this is highly inappropriate, allowing such a young race on the ship and openly conversing with them is not at all according to the laws of her majesty." He pulls his head back for a moment when Golith raises a hand to his face and cuts his eyes at him, in a fashion that looks as though it could cut him in half. "The next time you feel inclined to inform me of my own conduct, then I suggest you hold your tongue. Because if you do not, I will have you sent headlong into this systems main star.. Am I made perfectly clear?" The question at the end was less a question and more an observation of events to come. This makes the Draconian rear his head and give a stiff, scared expression, that is short lived. He chooses to swallow his pride, along with any other objections to what it was that Golith was doing.

Golith raises his voice lightly and speaks to his navigator. "Be ready to give our guest a direct shot to the temple and I will meet him there in a few moments." There was a very short pause as several of the consoles in the room flickered and she responded "It is done." Golith nodded as he focused himself and his eyes began to shine an ambient glow of sapphire light. The pet, eagerly clings closer onto Golith's side, as if a child hugging the side of their parents waist and within an instant, the pair flicker out of existence. Encompassed in a quick spinning orb of dark matter, that vanishes along with them.

Several moments was all it took for Golith and his small follower to appear in a large open room, though from the looks of it, it was more a place than a room. The make of this place was that of an older stone emplacement upon the edge of a terrace, forming a massive ring around a center obelisk. Flowers of multiple ranges sat on the edge of the ring and shined a brilliant array of colors, thanks to a source of light that hovered in the distance. The structure was crumbling at one point, but the roof had been removed and cleared away. Only leaving six pillars holding nothing aloft, left to frame the full measure of the ring. The obelisk in the center was formed of a glimmering ivory stone, its three sides covered with a measure of ancient writing. However, the writing did not cover its whole form and the bottom half of two sides remained blank.

Golith looked on as his pet danced around in the light of the false star and stretched herself out on the stone floor. He lifted his head as the light basked over him and his eyes adjusted slowly.

He looked on towards the other side of the ring as Orlin's form materialized in from his own ship and after he adjusted himself, Golith gave a slight bow. "Let me be the first to welcome you commander Orlin, to the temple of bonds." He raised his head as his pet began to approach Orlin, a noise akin to sniffing could be heard from behind the bindings that made her mask.

Golith approached slowly around the center obelisk and crossed an open hand over his chest, a form of greeting for him and his people. "I must properly introduce myself, I am Golith Du Urdon. Master of this vessel and its crew." The pet at his side proceeded him, dropping down to all fours and advancing slowly as she began to circle the commander. Golith took a moment and snapped his fingers, pointing to his side and she quickly returned. "And this is Pesha.. she is always cautious with newcomers."

From commander Orlin's ship, the can still read he is on board the Sorrow, however his position is puzzling to them. As if his person was occupying a space between decks.

---

The draconian probes settle above the atmosphere of Blackrock after their quick trip and begin to scan sections of the city below. Sending all of the information back about the cache below the surface of the planet and what means they could use to retrieve it. Their actions bathed the ground below in intense sessions of light as they scanned the ground from one corner to the next.

The Imperial Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance, stationed on the far side of the small moon of Blackrock, ever vigilant in watching the Kreios system.

It hadn't noticed the intrusion into the system, or rather it hadn't noticed yet. The Watchtower in the system had been tracking the movements of the alien ships for some time, while Imperial defenses were quietly consolidating their position just beyond sensor range.

The time was now, this intrusion would be answered like so many before it. Admiral Nash, the flag officer of the Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance, and Commander of the Reverence II Absolution, a 30 kilometer long planetary assault carrier of the Reverence II Class, packing enough troops and firepower to subjugate an entire star system, was silently watching the holographic readout displaying the alien ships.

Turning to her Executive officer, and AI hologram, a nonverbal nod was given, and the fleet began to move into position.


Alarms began to blare, as the 3500 vessel strong Aschen fleet of righteous Vigilance moved out from the dark side of the planet.

"All hands prepare for intercept." Admiral Nash hailed, as the shields on each and every Aschen combat vessel powered up, the Reverence IIs Absolution, and Bloodied Spirit remained roughly half an AU Back, as the Aschen fleet formations spread out.

A trio of Athena class missile cruisers also held back, as they entered targeting information for their Thunderbolt Mk II Anti-Capital ship missiles. Each carrying a Tricobalt warhead into the Thousands of Teracochranes

The Aschen Fleet began to close on the unknown contacts, like a specter in the night.

As the Aschen took notice to the Sidok scout ships and began their movements, information was being sent from the Satellite Scout Ship to Piton VII. For the time being, the scouting would continue since they seemed to be majorly overlooked and hard to keep track of due to their jumping.

Despite the information coming in from the Satellite Scout, Vengelixo continued to watch the images being sent from the scouts. Blackrock amazed him. He was imagining this place with the Sidok and Pitotian touch. This place was perfect for operation if they could get a hold on it somehow, whether it be diplomatically or forcefully.

After a few seconds, the voice of the digital male rang into his helm, "Admiral Vengelixo, you should heed the information being sent. We're outnumbered without the Fireknaut Armada and these ships mean business."

Vengelixo remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking, "Send a message to the Fireknaught I about the current situation and the images from the scouting. I want three scout ships to scout their largest ships. Three jumps each and they need to return to Pito IX, not here. Have the Sidok line up at their Ports.

We'll need to prepare ourselves for the worst, so put full shields up and switch to Manual controls. We have an identity to keep hidden, so drop all AI systems as soon as all engines are at max storage and the shields are fully up. When the AI is disabled and we're using Manual Control System, I want you to prepare a proper infiltration of their systems in case they try to attack.

They might outnumber us, be we can hold them back till support gets here if need be."

As always, the being on the other end of the line didn't respond; off to do their job. It wasn't but a matter of seconds before three scout ships were popping in and out around the three largest ships. One scout ship was analyzing the hull of the ships, another analyzed the engines, and another analyzed any visible weapons or shields. After their three ships and jumps, the completely invisible ships vanished in a blue blast of light. Should any ship try to follow them, they would get lost in space or come face to face with Pito IX and the Fireknaught Federation.

As for the Piton VII and the remaining scout ships, they didn't budge. The scouts would continue to relay their images in secrecy, not really caring whether they got shot down or not since they were pilotless. Piton VII was very different. The ship would create an invisible field around it that would become known as it's shields. Unless this shield was fired upon, it wouldn't reveal itself.

The interior of the ship seemed to change color as the ship was converting to manual. The blue energy that seemed to show itself within the ship, intertwined with the design to light the ship without using excess power, would turn to a smoky grey color to blend with the metal structure. The ships control began to shift also, offering a more human touch to them in their Manual Control Systems. All signs of AI or Alien design vanished, adding support to their story.

And then something began to form next to Vengelixo. The figure was adorned in a white military uniform that resembled a high rank. The figure had a slightly tanned skin and a dark red hair beneath his Cover. On his hands he wore a pair of white gloves and over his face was a white cloth that only revealed his grey irises below his brick red eyebrows. All in all, a military officer of some kind.

Vengelixo looked at the man and laughed a bit, "You Pitotians and your fancy clothes. Armor will always be more professional for the military."

The man spoke back, the first half still having a digital accent before turning into the typical sound of a sergeant in the Marine Corps., "Some of us aren't able to turn into a war machine. Some of us have to be a little more diplomatic in our appearance. You'll see."

Vengelixo would laugh a bit, knowing what he said was truth, but this man was his friend and he tended to give him a hard time. Vengelixo then turned to the Sidok crew who was at work making sure everything was going smoothly since the AI wasn't there to do it. The humanoid form they carried, more or less their armor, would seem normal if communications were to be opened. Vengelixo was making sure everything looked right, and it did.

"Try to open a connection with these ships. We'll have to be as honest as we can as to why we're here. Every just keep doing what you're doing and we should be fine." Vengelixo spoke.

Standing there, Vengelixo and the new being were greeted by a hologram screen that would show them the beings on the other end of the communications. In quiet, the two were processing the situation and preparing programming in their brains to respond subconsciously to any detail in the direction they needed to go; such as voice tone, actions, backgrounds, descriptions, words, and just about everything. The Sidok and Pitotians were sentient, fleshly, machines; 99.9% of the time, they are thought to be a being made of blood and water, but in reality, they are made of Earth and Oil. To keep peace and protect themselves from unnecessary hatreds, they like to keep the reality of their species a secret and let people believe what they want to believe.

When the aliens attempted to scan the Aschen fleet, they would find their scanners unable to penetrate as the ships emitted some kind of jamming field. A standard Electronic Warfare suite and AEGIS MkII ECW system made short work jamming any sensors that tried to get a read on the approaching Imperial warships.

Admiral Nash watched the DRADIS Closely, as the scout ships flitted in and out of the Aschen fleet.

Once they got within weapons range, Sarissa class Corvettes moved into position, locking onto the scout ships and opening fire, sending up thick flak fields, and concentrated disruptor fire, quickly and efficiently tracking, and engaging the scout ships as they jumped in, advanced wide-spectrum scanners tracking their movements as they bobbed and weaved about.

It was at that moment Admiral Nash sent out a wide spectrum message.

"Unidentified vessels, you are trespassing in protected space under the interests of the United Aschen Empire. Vacate at once or you will be intercepted and destroyed." The warning spoke.

Nash's words were firm and unwavering, as her fleet moved into position. Her eyes watched the flickering holographic projection

"You have one centon to comply." She added, before she turned to her Executive officer and AI.

"Planck Packs, One centon." She ordered, before the Datalink hooked up with the watchtower in system, and relayed across several individual worlds.

"Initiate full resolution system scan; Prepare for Singularity strike." She ordered, as the Imperial fleet continued to approach.

By time the corvettes had a chance to fire on the scout ships, the scout ships had jumped. These ships were recording everything and on high alert knowing they were in a possible enemies territory. As soon as they were fired upon, they knew they needed to get out.

Once the scout ships were back with the Piton VII, Vengelixo planned for the inevitable. The Pitotian was deciding how to approach this with diplomacy. Diplomacy would be attempted first, but Vengelixo was ready to drop the veil.

"This is Pitotian Captain Spark. I believe we have a huge misunderstanding here. We're not here for battle, hence why we are alone. To explain our presence can be done quickly...

There was a virus that attacked one of our space stations after visiting a new planet. It turned them into parasitic monsters that even our technology couldn't treat. After so much battle and there was no remaining living beings on the station, we were forced to make it self destruct so we could tell our people it was an asteroid collision and nobody would know.

What happened had adverse effects. It sent chunks of the station across the universe. We can't explain how this happened, but it has, and we have to clean up our mess and ensure this virus doesn't spread. We have just finished doing such a thing in our current location.

Our sensors picked up life within this region and we have sent a few to make sure that this virus hasn't by chance made it any of these worlds. I can promise you that we are here to do one thing and leave. To support my words, I will send you a copy of the video logs on the space station." Captain Spark spoke to the Aschen ship in response to their demands.

When Spark spoke of the video logs, they were automatically sent. These logs revealed a horrific parasite creature in the darkness of the shut down station. Bursts of ammunition, blue energy, and red energy, were being exchanged. In the shadows it would show these parasites fully consuming the Sidok and Pitotians. In seconds they were being spits on their rear end as large gooey eggs. Depending on their species, gender, and size, would produce different sized parasitic infused humanoids. These parasites left nothing, consuming all. What the Ashchen wouldn't realize was just exactly how powerful this virus was, that it could infect the Pitotians and Sidok.

"This is all we're trying to prevent. You're more than welcome to escort us to the next zone, as our scouts have found it to be near a populated planet that is extremely sustainable for the virus to consume." Spark spoke again.

In the solitude of Vengelixo's helm, Vengelixo was communicating with the Fireknaught ships ready to jump in a split second. Despite not getting all the details, the scouts could count and gather exterior imaging. If this communication ever lagged or was effected by static in it's clarity, the Fireknaught would Warp to the assistance of the Piton VII.

(I suppose we would take this back to space since Piton VII isn't near Blackrock.)

Admiral Nash was considering their reply, silently watching the video feed they were being provided with.

"We'll handle the situation if and when it arises." Nash concluded, as she brought up a holographic star chart, outlining the borders of the Isirian Autonomous State.

She then transmitted the star charts to the scout ships, so they would know what was considered restricted. As this was going on, there was an audible chime as the Reverence's Sensors detected several anomalies near Chiron-Delta.

Nash frowned a moment before she pulled up the Inomine Veritas, an Iconoclast Class Battleship attached to the fleet.

"Commander Grey, this is Admiral Nash. I've detected several anomalies near Chiron-Delta, make a tactical jump and investigate." The Commander nodded, and the Inomine Veritas flickered out from the formation of Aschen Ships.

---


Nash Finally turned her attention to the communication from the Pitoans.

"Vacate this system immediately, or you will be engaged and destroyed. This is non negotiable." Nash warned.