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Roman Fell Empire Fleet

The capital of the Romans, Ravenna

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

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"Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey’s end."

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The capital ship is a large Star Cruiser surrounded by 19 fighter class ships, 2 cargo, and 1 residential class ship. Nothing major enough has happened to be documented yet.

So begins...

Roman Fell Empire Fleet's Story

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On the other side of the planet, the Roman Fell Empire ships stopped to be repaired and refit for combat, whilst the Star Cruiser stayed in orbit. Unaware of the battle happening, we land. "We will be here awhile thanks to those damn raiders" Rome sighed "I wish I could grant my Empire more protection, but this is all I can do? Pitiful." Rome continued. A officer nearby said to Rome "You do your best for us, that is what matters!" "I suppose so, but here I am. You need orders. Repair the hulls of the Battle ships, Cargo ship 2 and Ravenna. After that Full up, I want to leave this planet as soon as possible. It has a bad reputation." Rome said in a long talk with the large labor force, machines, and soldiers "Y'sir" They all said in unison and went to work.

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A Roman Fell Soldier heard the commotion and ran in and saw the Militia man aiming a weapon at the snake-like man. He had to act fast, he shortly decided to hit the man hard with his safety baton (Usually used on misbehaving slaves, or robots). He swiftly knocked out the Militia man and picked up the shotgun. Once he had cuffed the man he suddenly jerked to alertness when a man walked in.

"What happened here, unit 9520?" The Emperor asked with a delicate smile and laugh as he saw the Militia men lying unconscious on the ground. "This man... possibly Militia, attacked what I can only assume were 2 civilians." squawked the soldier. Rome looked at the 2 of them still on the ground and looked around, knowing that he made quite a seen, wearing clean, non-wrinkled clothes, accompanied with cloth pauldrons of black and gold with the Roman fell Empire crest showing off on them.

"Go back to your business citizens. You two" Rome said. Looking toward them on the ground "Come with us"

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Speeding up to the two of them, still smiling. "So I assume that was your group that slowed us down?" Rome asked the girl. He looked at her wearily, as he did when they were in the bar. Walking next to the girl pushing her subtly, trying to make her not notice it, towards the direction of the Roman Fell Fleet. The Roman Fell soldiers Stayed back at the bar to secure and drink, so the Emperor only had 2 soldiers and 1 Emperor's Guard.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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75,000km Above Blackrock


The blackness of space was once again torn asunder by the appearance of not one, but a dozen starships, with the lead vessel nearly thirty kilometers in length. They seemingly winked in out of nowhere, flickering in one by one between the lone shuttle, the Militia, and the blackness of space.

Admiral Whitcomb had brought the fleet to full readiness prior to jumping in, having been alerted by Imperial scouts of Xenos activity around Blackrock.

Silently, she stood like an imposing guardian over a massive three-dimensional projection of the Blackrock system.

"Unidentified craft moving in at speed, three nine one carom one six three!" The XO reported. "I've got unidentified contacts in pursuit, and additional unidentified contacts all over the system!"

Whitcomb frowned, while her own ships moved into position, showing up as flickering green icons on her strategic projection, that frown quickly turned to a growl as she drew breath to issue a series of orders.

"Bring us to condition one, full combat readiness, I want Raptor Talons and Condors to intercept that ship, neutralize it's pursuers." Whitcomb ordered.

"I want secondaries on that Xenos fleet on the far side of the planet, Task Group beta will make flanking maneuvers and draw them out for the Reverence's big guns to take them out." Whitcomb ordered, keying in several tactical commands into her console.

The thirty-kilometer Reverence II shuddered, and broke from it's formation as it's massive engines roared to life, culminating as a brilliant blue-white fireball on the rear of the vessel.

As the Aschen ship moved forward, Whitcomb grabbed the communicator, per standard procedure.

"Attention unidentified vessels, this world is the sovereign territory of the United Aschen Empire; Identify yourselves and state your intentions at once, or be destroyed."

The order was stern, callous even, and broadcast on multiple frequencies to all parties inside the system, all while the Aschen fleet began to move into combat position.

Not thirty seconds passed before hundreds of Raptor Talon starfighters shot fourth from the belly of the Reverence, their appearance little more than their engine flares, which quickly flickered out as stealth systems engaged.

The Militia's Battle-fighters would be the first to go.

The peppering from the MEC-A10 25mm Thraxon Kinetic Weapons would hit hard, slicing through shields, and hull alike, like a hot knife through butter, the first of the fighters would likely not stand a chance, as it was chewed to pieces by one of the hundreds of Raptor Talons that entered the fray.

Roughly a dozen broke off from the main group to chase the shuttle that was making an attempt to exit the system, and the occupants would quickly learn that these strange Aschen star-fighters could easily keep pace.

The Aschen Empire had returned.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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The Roman Fell Fleet sped to power. The emperor hurried and got in to the main fleet ship smiling a holy smile. He entered the large star cruiser that was fully repaired. The large 10 kilometer fighter class ships were the first up, with a brilliant blue and red light, were up in the atmosphere within seconds. Large craters were left from were the ships had taken off. Rome sent a transmission to the Aschen Empire, knowing it would reach them, and that they couldn't ignore the giant capital ship trying to reach them.

"If this reaches you, I want to let you know, we are not the enemy. We were attacked by a large, unidentified, bandit capital city ship. If we have intruded in you're territory, we will leave" Rome said in his light, charming voice that he has always had. "OH! and please ignore our capital ship, along with the others, you see, we do not have a planet to call home, so we travel and live on ships. Our fighter ships are just a precaution in case wear are attacked without warning, but do not attack unless they are shot at." And with that, his transmission ended.

Once he was sure it was not recording anymore, he had a pained face. Was this the end of the newly formed Roman Fell Empire? The question haunted him, as he waited for a response.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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Abraxas was cold. Being a reptile, he was cold-blooded and thus relied on his surroundings for heat. In this cramped egg-like escape pod - which was barely big enough for his seat, let alone him - there was not much heat, except for a heater unit that seemed to be on the fritz. Probably from that giant explosion, he thought.

His mind turned back to the attack. He was still confused. To him, he'd just gone to a low-key bar for a drink, met this strange girl, got attacked by the Militia, was saved by the newly-formed Roman Fell Empire's ruler but whisked away by said strange girl on a space shuttle, and then they got attacked by the Militia again! Some other people came to their rescue, but some random guy blasted it apart along with, presumably, the girl, but not before she'd saved his life by putting him in here.

She'd saved his life, and he didn't even know her name.

Abraxas looked at Firecracker, his yew bow which was covered in glowing green runes. He'd never known how the runes got there and what made them glow. Hell, he didn't even know if it's abilities to make his arrows more harmful was magic or high science. Could this be what the girl said her group, the Protectors, wanted? Or, perhaps, the Quiver of Infinity, a quiver which never ran out of arrows? Certainly, both would be quite useful; however, he'd learned that their separate powers were only possible if used in tandem with each other. That would be quite the liability, indeed, if they only wanted one or the other.

Suddenly, there was a large amount of bumping, and Abraxas could see clouds through the viewport in front of him. There was a great amount of turbulence, and he most certainly would've cracked his head on the ceiling if not for the heavy-duty straps keeping him in his seat.

I'm falling through the sky! He panicked and tried to keep himself calm, even as the pod fell at breakneck speed down into the planet below...

* * * *

Sara awoke upon an operating table. She did not know whether she was on the Militia's ship or their newfound allies' - likely the former, as the Militia would've just killed her. It drained her quite considerably to keep her body in a stasis for so long in the void of space, and she had blacked out eventually.

Abraxas of Blackrock, stay safe, wherever you are, she thought to herself, as the door to the room opened and people filed in. The interrogation was in session.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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A very small craft. Possibly the smallest one person craft to be seen within eighteen star systems with jump drive capabilities.tumbled out of a jump on a powerless collision course with one of the freshly destroyed ships in the area Although it likely would have wound up continuing towards Blackrock if the wreckage had not been there. the angle had it heading towards a bare section of the hull as the craft twirled and span doing flips that made it's sole occupant too dizzy and disoriented to do anything about her predicament besides fumble with the power system frantically swiping at the switch to turn on the emergency power bank.

"... I hate space travel" the occupant grumbled to herself as she finally managed to catch the switch, Power temporarily returning causing the inertia dampening system to kick in. Immediately the gyroscope sprang into action stopping the spinning while the ion thrusters blazed to life. Shining like a plasma cutter in a display that would be blinding to any crew without a polarized viewing port. Barely slowing down enough to bounce mostly harmlessly off the hull of the larger craft. Harmless to the hunks of metal. The small crafts occupant however was not so lucky. Her disoriented state preventing her from even thinking to brace herself resulting in her slamming head first into a wall sending her quickly into unconsciousness. Thus leaving the craft to finish slowing down as the power bank was greedily eaten up by the Ion thrusters preventing the craft from surrendering to the gravitational pull of the nearby planet. This system was only ever meant to keep the life support going long enough for aid to arrive for whoever might be within.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Erin Solis Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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The Raptor Talons closed quickly on the Militia's fighters, technologically superior in every way to these local vessels, the Raptor Talons made short work of their foes, as small projectiles chewed through ship hulls and shields alike.

"This is Orthros leader, i've got... all fighters break!" The Squadron captain shouted into his comms as they picked up the energy surge from the impending psychic attack; an attack which washed over the fighter craft relatively harmlessly and without too much fanfare.

Aschen Technology was the culmination of years of research and understand, into both magical sciences, and of psychics, years of combat both tooth and nail against adversaries that were leagues ahead of even the mighty Militia; to the Aschen, this was a cancerous tumor that had been allowed to fester because of inaction, this was a mistake that Admiral Whitcomb intended to rectify.

She watched the readouts silently safely aboard the CIC of her ship, the three-dimensional holographic projections bobbing, and weaving about the battlefield.

She didn't say anything for a moment, a powerful surge of energy followed, and the small shuttle appeared to have been destroyed.

"Alpha team, capture any survivors and bring them aboard, have them prepped and readied for interrogation." Whitcomb ordered, before switching frequencies to address the Romans.

"Disengage your weapons, and your engines, and surrender." She ordered coldly. "You will remain where you are until we can ascertain the intent of your people; if you are truly vagrants, then you will have little to offer us, but resist our demands at your own peril." Whitcomb replied.

Her lips pursed into a thin frown, before turning to her tactical officer.

"Sitrep.."

The young officer checked his readouts, before nodding and offering his report.

"Sir, it appears from our intelligence sources, that our lack of influence in this sector has lead to the rise of several independent entities on this world. This 'Militia... is but one of many factions on Blackrock.. the Chairman will not be pleased at this development..."

Whitcomb nodded in agreement. "The one that we captured... prepare a psychic inhibitor, and antimana containment cell... the survivor from the shuttle... transfer them to Holding cell B-3... place them in the Aurora Chair..." She said, nodding to her XO.

"Colonel Ronson; you have the Conn."

With that, Whitcomb turned to leave.

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Captain Ashia would find herself, once apprehended placed in a small room, a metal collar of some kind affixed to her neck, and her armor stripped from her, leaving only a simple red colored prison jumpsuit, the metal collar was a peculiar device, and she would likely find herself unable to access her psychic abilities, nor any magical abilities that she may posses.

The holding door chimed with an odd crystalline sound, before opening to reveal a pair of Aschen soldiers, clad in a powered Cuirasse exoskeleton and armed with rather sleek looking MC-1 assault carbines. Standing with the pair was a woman, slender in build and wearing all black.

She took a step into the room and the door snapped shut behind her, then she tossed a small stack of files to the Militia captain's feet.

Her only words were. "Who are you people?"

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The young woman, Sara wouldn't awaken on an operating table, and though it would seem she was in some kind of lab, she was in fact seated in a device the Aschen came to know as the Aurora Chair; she would be strapped in, hands and ankles restrained to the chair as Admiral Whitcomb stood over her.

A technician moved slowly to affix electrodes to the girl's head, the Aurora Chair was designed to forcibly and painfully map the victim's psyche, forcibly extracting memories and displaying them on a screen.

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A squadron of Raptor Talons quickly reoriented themselves to the arrival of the small alien craft, along with a Condor transport, they moved quickly to intercept.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: The Militia
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It took Her a moment but Lillith eventually came to blinking a few times. She opened her eyes quickly remembering her situation she sprang into action. quickly raising a hand towards the damaged reactor and placing it against it to release nanomachines into it and mend it's burnt components so that she could restore power to her personal craft. She had somewhere to be and was on a tight schedule. It took but 15 seconds to get the reactor back into working order. The contraption whirring to life and refilling the power bank. She switched back over to main power and went back to the cockpit prepared to steer her craft down to blackrock only to halt at the apparent battle going on around her

".....What in the the name of Dawn is going on here/" She asked herself blinking a few times. Realizing that either side might not take kindly to her arrival she quickly got into the pilots seat. She then made to steer her craft out of the battlezone and to a safe distance before switching on her crafts admittedly weak communications system. "Hello?! What in the blazes is going on here?! Your space junk is going to fall to the planet below and possibly hurt people who have nowhere else to go!"

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Erin Solis Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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He ordered the entire fleet to disengage and return to the ships. Once they reached the ships, they were to shut down all engines. As all of them floated in space, the emperor waited.

"What is happening on their ships that could possibly stop their leader from speaking with me?" He wondered. Not to intent on finding out, he decided, that he where to speak with the woman, he would not ask. It was mostly for the better of securing ties with the Aschen Empire, that he does not interfere with their work.

Soon, all of them were docked and off, waiting.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Erin Solis Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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Sara wept alone in her cell.

They knew all about the Protectors. They had taken this information from her by force; location, lore, everything. Hopefully, since they'd attacked the Militia, they would see the Protectors as friends rather than foes.

Sadly, deep in her heart, she felt that this may have been just wishful thinking. These were heartless people. They had searched through her memories without a care for her well-being. And thus, she wept.

The cell door opened, and a bright light shone into the cell room. Sara shielded her eyes. She was tired, hungry, depressed and her neck hurt from the iron collar that suppressed her powers.

"Surprise. You have a cellmate," Said the guard mockingly. He tossed somebody in, then closed the door. With a start, she recognized the figure as Captain Ashia.

"You survived," Noted Ashia as she saw Sara.

"So did you."

"Did they interrogate you, too?"

"It was less an 'interrogation' and more of a 'forced memory revelation'."

Ashia nodded, then sat next to her against the wall. Sara felt a bit confused. Here was the commander of the group which hated the Protectors for God knows how long, and yet she was not trying to kill and/or demean Sara.

"Why are you doing this?" She finally asked.

"Doing what?"

"Trying to befriend me. We both know that under normal circumstances, we'd be at each other's throats."

Ashia chuckled. "Hey, there's not really much else to do. Besides, we got sort of a mutual need."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you heard me right. We've got to work together if we're gonna get off of this ship."

Ashia leaned close. "Do you see a guard out there?" She whispered.

Sara moved to the door. She was surprised to see no guard posted near the door. "I see nobody."

"Good. Now, turn away for a moment, I need to slip out of this outfit and get something."

Sara, despite not knowing her intent, respectfully turned around as Ashia did whatever she had to. When she turned back, the Militian Commander was holding a large, partially feces-stained bag. She flinched back, disgusted.

"I've made a rule to seize every advantage I can manage. I'm just glad they didn't do a cavity search." She reached into the bag and pulled out some tools, including a screwdriver and pliers. "Now, let's get that collar off of you, shall we?"

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Erin Solis Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Ara Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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  1. you need to stop writing for other people's content, I'm going to invoke a GM ruling if this continues, you must also give other people a chance to respond

    by barney_fife
  2. I know, but I need to know what your characters would do so I can fix all this!

    by Abraxas_Axis
  3. Me and barney_fife are working on fixing this, in the meantime nobody try to fix it theirselves without our consent.

    by Abraxas_Axis

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Sara had to hand it to Ashia; she really was quite a resourceful woman. Her collar off, she could now perform her empathic abilities. She sat down on the floor cross-legged, in a trance while Ashia worked on her own collar. She tapped into her psychic pool, the part of her brain that gave her psionics. She used this to heighten the levels of boredom in everyone, making them less observant and more relaxed. That way, they could escape easier.

"Done," Called Ashia as Sara got up. Together they pulled the door off it's weakened hinges and propped it against the wall.

"We shouldn't have to worry about anyone watching us through those cameras. I made everyone less observant."

"Good job. We'd better hurry, though." They approached a door. They quietly opened it. Inside was a bored-looking guard with a gun and a box with Ashia's armor in it.

Sara made the guard go unconscious while Ashia put on her armor and gauntlets. "Alright, let's go."

They sneaked along the hallway, knocking out any guards who happened to be there. At last, they approached a small hangar with a couple space shuttles. Perfect.

As they moved towards the shuttles, they heard the movement of many feet. They turned to see a troop of Aschen soldiers with lethal weapons.

The troop opened fire on them. Ashia and Sara dove for cover. A bullet grazed Sara's ear. From behind a shuttle, Ashia clapped her hands together. Immediately, the lights went out, and the guards weapons stopped firing. There was shouting.

"Why did you do that?! Now we can't use the shuttles!" Sara whispered harshly.

"I'd never planned on using them." Ashia walked to a rack of parachutes and brought back two. "Put 'em on quickly, there's not much time."

No sooner then they had them on, the lights came back on. Ashia blasted a wave of cold that jammed the guns and froze them to the ground. She opened the bay doors, and together, they jumped out of the ship and through the sky.

* * * *

Lilith and Abraxas had been wondering why the ship had suddenly stopped when they saw two figures jump out and float safely to the ground via parachute. One figure he recognized.

"Abraxas! We must hurry!" The girl cried, running towards him. Abraxas looked behind her and saw the Admiral of the Militia behind her.

She noticed him looking. "Don't worry, I'm with you guys for now." Abraxas was still suspicious, however.

"There's not much time. We need to leave, and quickly."

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Erin Solis Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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Rome sat there, in his throne, watching in awe of what happened. He saw guns being shot within the ship. He laughed with glee! (One of his features is that he is crazy, but most don't know) "Now how did anyone get out in that big ship?" Rome laughed hysterically.

He was beginning to like watching a bit more (But would still help if asked or if it was needed) But in all honesty, he would not save whoever it is on that ship, at least, if it meant endangering his people.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Erin Solis Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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At this point Lillith reached into her Cloak pulling out a fist sized black cube with green glowing circuit lines on it's surface all leading towards a circle at the top. Staring intently at it. "Should I contact Dawn?...." She looked towards the nearby planet of blackrock. Then turned her gaze to the battle between the Aschen fleet and the militia, finally turning her gaze to the stars. Thinking deeply on the situation. She put it away, looking back to the fight. she stayed where she was, Well out of the crossfire until either it ended or something happened to change her mind.

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Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: Roman Fell Empire Fleet Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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  1. This post needs serious revision on accounts of factual innacuracy, railroading and extreme overpowering. Please fix this.

    by Abraxas_Axis
  2. A-okay

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Rome peered out of the ship deck at the self-attacking ship and decided to do something. "This is the emperor of the Roman Fell Empire, do you require any assistance from my fleet?" He sent the transmission to the large ship ahead of them.

* * * *

As C.O.R.e entered from light speed, it stopped in the center of the battlefield stunning and throwing everyone back, as well as the debris from the fallen ships. This particular Angel decender's color was Black and running down the ship was a lively color of green smoothly going blue and then back to green. Out of nowhere a loud roar, shacking everything and heard, even in the deadly silence of space. It came to everyone that it was scanning them. Out of nowhere it's lovely green/blue color disappeared and tuned to a deadly blood/rose red.

It's decision was to eliminate the organic filth who called themselves the "Militia" Threat level: Minimal

The belly opened and released about one hundred upon hundreds of Space charges equiped with the formal front laser and explosive detonator. A little later after about 26 Militia ships the chargers came back to the Angel decender feeling that it showed it's power, the ship now lay dormant, as if waiting to see what the Aschen Empire would do, and what the appropriate thing would be to respond to them would be.

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Rome and the Roman Fell Empire decided to evacuate the planet and the system and before they zipped away They sent out space flares to try to take up the C.O.R.e's attention. Only a few C.O.R.e ships really noticed though, and the Angel decender still waited for any type of response.

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Ashia tossed and turned in her bed. It was dark, and she was cold and depressed. Finally, she got up and walked to the bathroom, where she splashed her face with cool, clean water. She didn't know if she would even be allowed to keep her privileged position after the C.O.R.e took over.
Down below, she could hear Gavax shouting, probably demanding to get a privileged position to the robotic diplomats. From what she had heard, most people were getting turned to scrap hunters. Not particularly a bad job - it was adventurous and it gave you a sense of purpose. But since they were all accustomed to militarism and nobility, Gavax especially, it would take a lot of getting used to.
And what would become of her? She looked at her tear-streaked face, weathered from years of fighting, leading, and seeing her friends die. She'd most certainly lose her occupation as captain, as the Militia was getting disbanded as she thought.
She looked to the small holographic communicator on her bedside. She remembered how that man - he called himself the Emperor of the Roman Fell Empire - had offered assistance. Was his empire getting destroyed too?
She was still a moment, then picked it up and contacted him. When he picked up, she said quickly, "This is Captain Ashia of the Militia. I believe we would both benefit from banding together to fight these creatures...."

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Rome sat there looking at the girl. "Maybe... If you have any knowledge of the Roman Fell Empire, you would know these are the creatures that took over us. We only won from having assistance from a greater force. It seems this time we are the greater force." Rome sat there in silence for a second or two. "We will help, but you will need to return a favor to me, which I will name later. You will be in debt too. I want the Roman Fell Empire and the Militia to fuse, but it will stay the Roman Fell Empire, you will stay a high rank, or be an even higher rank than before. Do you agree with this?" He looked at her still sitting in his throne, trying his best not to burst up and say rip these machines up and turn them into my next throne.

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"Of course. However, I will not be taking our former leader, Gavax, with me, as he has proven to be a worse leader than I had originally thought. I will call my soldiers to you. I pledge my services to you in hopes you will lead the Militia through these dark times." She was silent for a moment. "Before I go, is there a specific place we should meet?"

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"We cannot go onto the planet, we'll be shot down, but you are native to Blackrock, yes? Then you should be able to leave and come back if they have not changed the rules since they have ruled us. Come to our ship, it is not being attacked."

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"Very well. We will meet you there." With that, Ashia ended the call and stood up. She dressed in her proper captain's gear - tight grey robes with white armor plates sewn in, with a white helmet that covered the face with a visor - and left to rouse her army.

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The soldiers of the Roman Fell Empire, walked out in lines of hundreds into the main ship hanger, all dressed nearly the same, but some had some customization's to their armor, but still looked generally the same

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There they waited for Ashia to arrive onto the ship.

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The setting changes from blackrock to The Kreios System

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The sleek silver Militian Courier 13 gently settled near the Roman Fell Empire's ship base. They would dock in whatever place would be suitable, and Ashia would come out with an entourage of ten or so Militian royal soldiers - at least, that's what they'd been before C.O.R.e. had taken over. One might have expected the ex-captain to be wearing a formal dress, as was most likely in any other diplomatic attempt, but she was decked out in full captain armor; tight grey coverall with pearlescent white armor plates, a white helm with a Mohawk-like ridge on top and a dark visor, and she'd even brought her Gauntlets of Doom to the diplomatic table.
She would find her way to the meeting room and immediately sit down. "So," she began, "let's talk strategy."