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Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tank Emperor

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A Nation built from war, owning a galaxy well out the way of the goings on in the multiverse.

Description

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 01/04/000190BH
Age: 45
Hair: Short, cropped black hair.
Skin: Pale.
Eyes: Dark blue.
Height: 6'7''
Weight: 100 kg

Place of Residence: HDS Resnao
Place of Birth: Unknown

Relatives: Unknown
Enemies:None
Allies: Waffen FS

Occupation: Supreme Commander of Cybran Nation

Appearance: Tall, long leather Trenchcoat, black Waffen-FS uniform with knee high jackboots. Scars all over his face and a bionic left arm.

Fashion of Choice: Military
Weapons of Choice: Combat blade, autogun

Special Abilities:
Tactical Command

Religion/Philosophy: Cybran

Sexuality: Straight

Interests: Warfare

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Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet's Story

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The Cybran, dreadnought size Battleship slowly entered the area outside the Milky Way Galaxy with its men and women on alert. The 'Beast' as some called its had came out of Hyperspace an hour before hand, waiting on the others to arrive. A group of Wasp class, space Interceptors had launched three minutes ago on a check of the nearby comets.

The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them. He swallowed and turned around as the radar operator shouted out, "Kleines Schiff Kopf!" (Small ship head!)
"Lesungen?" (Readings?) Replied the Admiral. He grey uniform pressed to perfection.
"Rund um die Größe eines Interceptor. Nicht einer von uns though." (Around the size of an Interceptor. Not one of ours though.) Shouted the operator as he took his his headset.

The Admiral had seen first hand what a small ship could do in battle with a proton bomb. Damn Hisaqui.

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The Battleship was now at battle stations as the Admiral started to bark out orders. He was standing on his two bionic legs, storming to the glass to view what was going on.

Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Time to show me what you can do." He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.

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The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into position. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into position. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three miles away.

The Supreme Commander was handed a Kiso, the Cybran version of coffee. He smirked before his smiled faded. "Wo zum Teufel ist, dass der Verkehr hin?!" (Where the hell is that transport going?!) He shouted as he stormed over to the radio comms and took the headset off him.

The Fleet Admiral sighed, turning to walk back to his command chair when something hit the shields. "Was zum Teufel?" (What the fuck?)

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The Fleet Admiral watched as the transport pulled back, the frigates moving into battle formation ready to fight the small craft back. The dreadnought ship slowly made it's way forward.


"Monolith Class Starship, Fleet Commander, this is the Free Ship Interloper, I repeat, this is the Free Ship Interloper, please respond." Came through the radio and an English speaking operator ran over and nodded to the fleet Admiral. "Sir, wird das Handwerk zu kommunizieren versuchen." (Sir, the small craft is trying to communicate.)

"Sprechen Sie mit ihnen dann. Finden Sie, was sie wollen." (Talk to them then. Find what they want.) Snapped the Supreme Commander as he had his way towards the massive glass screens.

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The admiral turned to look at the Supreme Commander and smirked, "Do we cut the channel sir?" He sighed before looking at the radar screen.

"No. We are here to transport men and units to the space station, not start a war in this galaxy." The Supreme Commander sighed, rubbing his bionic hand like it was still his proper hand. "What's there mission?"

"Free Ship Interloper, this is the Cybran battleship, HDS Resnao, state your intentions or we will open fire. I repeat: we will open fire." The operator stated blankly. He was in no mood for fighting with some little ship.

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The Resano slowly pushed up towards the small ship and the frigates pulled back. It was almost clear that they would open fire if needed.

"Supreme Commander, they are saying that they are non-combative." The Admiral sighed and nodded to another operator.
"Get them on board. Hangar 6." He snapped, storming off out the control room and two heavily build men followed him, each supporting an FT-1100 assault rifle.

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Interloper, you are to come on board at this time under orders of the high Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet.

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"Interloper, you are to come on board at this time under orders of the high Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet." The operator said calmly as the Admiral climbed to watch the small ship out the window.

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"I am tell you to get on board the Resnao. Hanger Six, Starboard side." The operator stated before turning to look at the Admiral. "Sir? Your orders?"
"Get some of the Waffen FS down to Hanger six."
"Yes, sir."

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smirked slightly in his massive leather trenchcoat. The Waffen FS armed and ready. the

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smirked slightly in his massive leather trenchcoat. The Waffen FS armed and ready. The auto desk guns on the ceiling were primed and armed, waiting the order from the bridge. The atmospheric shields started up as the hanger doors were open.

One of the officers stood by the Supreme Commander with his weapon lowered. He turned and looked at the Sumpreme Commander, "Orders sir?"
"Check him over and send me to check the damned ship."
"Yes, sir."

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Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet smirked slightly in his massive leather trenchcoat. The Waffen FS armed and ready. The auto desk guns on the ceiling were primed and armed, waiting the order from the bridge. The atmospheric shields started up as the hanger doors were open.

One of the officers stood by the Supreme Commander with his weapon lowered. He turned and looked at the Sumpreme Commander, "Orders sir?"
"Check him over and send me to check the damned ship."
"Yes, sir."

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Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet looked at the ship and smirked. "Do not fire unless I say so. Where's the fucked up translator."
"Here, sir." Said a small round man with a wobble as he walked over. Compared to the Supreme Commander he was tiny. He rubbed his nose and stopped at the side of the Commander.

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The translator turned and translated what was sad before turning around and sighed, "Greetings. Yes, you may."

Ingualt looked at the man, rubbing his bionic arm. He turned and nodded to the officer, whom with men stormed the small ship and searched the man. "Never be too careful, traveler. This is the HDS Resano. Welcome aboard."

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The officer came back out the ship a few minutes later and nodded. "Klare, Supreme Commander"

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"What is your mission then traveler?" The translator snapped as he had been told off the Supreme Commander.

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The Translator sighed before he spoke once more after the Commander had spoke to him. "You may go now."

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The doors and shields slowly closed as the ship left.

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The Cybran, dreadnought size Battleship slowly entered the area outside the Milky Way Galaxy with its men and women on alert. The 'Beast' as some called its had came out of Hyperspace an hour before hand, waiting on the others to arrive. A group of Wasp class, space Interceptors had launched three minutes ago on a check of the nearby comets.

The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them.

Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Zeit, mir zu zeigen, was Sie tun können." (Time to show me what you can do.) He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.

The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into position. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into position. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three miles away.

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The Cybran, dreadnought size Battleship slowly entered the area outside the Milky Way Galaxy with its men and women on alert. The 'Beast' as some called its had came out of Hyperspace an hour before hand, waiting on the others to arrive. A group of Wasp class, space Interceptors had launched three minutes ago on a check of the nearby comets.

The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them.

Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Zeit, mir zu zeigen, was Sie tun können." (Time to show me what you can do.) He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.

The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into position. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into position. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three miles away.

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The mass of Cybran Warships went back into the Hyperspace and reappeared behind, what appeared to be, attackers to the Cybran Space station. The HDS Resnao, the Capital Ship of the Drachen Fleet slowly followed behind the frigates and transports.

The space station when to battle stations as the Drachen Fleet appeared. Men and Panzer XXVIIIs were preparing for battle. "This is Battle Station Vormund, fall back or will we use force."

The Cybran Battlefleet slowly made its way towards the enemy Fleet, issuing orders to the Frigates to get into battle formation. The Fleet was almost five hundred ships strong with many being Battleships and transports. There were only three Ultra Dreadnoughts, the HDS Resnao, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka. The figfhters then launched with the proton bombs, ready to blast any ship to dust.

The setting changes from the-realms to Orion Spur

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Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive rip in the space nearby, blue light bursting out of the rips as a single Ultra Dreadnought class battleship appeared from nowhere. Smaller space craft with a red triangle on each of the eight wings appeared.

The Ultra Dreadnought, also known to the crew as 'The Beast' slowly crawled forward in the space as a few smaller ships appeared. With Black Adminuim armour and the large red triangle on it's side, the HDS Resnao slowly came to a halt. The forces on the ship were ready for anything as the blackness of the space slowly appeared on the screens.

Supreme Commander Rooseavet sighed and turned to the Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura. He swallowed down the glass walkway, creating thumps on the black glass. His black leather Trench coat looked like the blackness of space itself. His black Waffen FS uniform was pressed to perfect along with the shine of his jackboots. His bionic arm gripped the handle rail as he rubbed his eye with his other hand. He stood back up to his full height of 6 foot 7 inches and looked at the Lord Admiral.

“Bestellungen sir?“ (Orders sir?) Shouted a comms officer as he pulled off his headset. His tone of voice was nervous, showing he was scared of getting the old man angry.

Lord Hindbura sighed, his bionic eye looking down at the comms officer with his other eye shut. “Holen Sie den Rest der Flotte durch,“ (Get the rest of the fleet through.) He replied calmly but in a harsh tone of voice. It was those damn Hioska and what the had done to him on his last ship.

He swallowed and turned around as the radar operator shouted out, "Kleines Schiff Kopf!" (Small ship head!)

"Lesungen?" (Readings?) Replied the Admiral. He grey uniform pressed to perfection.

"Rund um die Größe eines Interceptor. Nicht einer von uns though." (Around the size of an Interceptor. Not one of ours though.) Shouted the operator as he took his his headset.

The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into area. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into pulled out the rip in the space.. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three million miles away.

The Supreme Commander was handed a Kiso, the Cybran version of coffee. He smirked before his smiled faded. "Wo zum Teufel ist, dass der Verkehr hin?!" (Where the hell is that transport going?!) He shouted as he stormed over to the radio comms and took the headset off him.

The Fleet Admiral sighed, turning to walk back to his command chair when something hit the shields. "Was zum Teufel?" (What the fuck?)

The setting changes from orion-spur to Lao-qing: Deep Space

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As the Cybran Battlefleet entered the system from hyperspace, the ships came out in the same order as before. The forces of the Cybran fleet were close to the drop of point, Cybran Battlestation Raven Herz. Only a few thousand miles were left, the battlestation showing on the radar and on the glass windows of the HDS Resnao as the crew walked around with coffees and cups of hot liquids. For the one million man crew only five thousand engineers and four thousand normal crew members walked around the ship along with the ten thousand Super soldiers called the Draiho.

Sup. Commander Ingualt Rooseavet slowly walked into the control bridge with his hot chocolate, watching the crew do their work. It was close to midnight in Relative Cybran Standard Space time. The crew members looked out into the vast space as other ships appeared. A low sound of music came through the speakers to help the night crew stay awake.
His black uniform pressed like it always had been. Only a few Cybran's new how to do it as many were younger and there was so few. He took off his cap, heading towards the vast emptiness on the other side of the huge glass screens. He sighed, sipping his hot chocolate as a crew member walked up and stood next to him.
"Glorious, it is not?" The crew member swallowed, looking out to the green clouds of gas around the battlestation, a few stars poking out through the gas cloud. Dressed in the grey uniform of the Cybran Navy, she seemed proud, as any Cybran should be. The lighting of the ship showing half of the Supreme Commander's face.
"Yes. One can not seem to understand the Physics of Space but many of us do. It all comes down to the way people get their degrees in the many universities of the Cybran Empire. I feel, myself that we could not be any greater in our own Galaxy but here... One Battlestation." He trailed off before looking down at the crew member, his blue eyes scanning her as if she was something that she was not. He smiled slightly as he watched little displays appearing with the room temperature.

He could feel everything now, pain slowly had came back to him over the years, but pain did not matter. He was the Supreme Commander of the whole Cybran Nation. Nothing more, nothing left.
"Sir? What would happen if another Nation appeared and tried to take our Lands?" She asked calmly, glancing up at him with the feeling that he would fight till the last man.
"My father once said to me, Kathrine that... Things do not come with power. Things are what you make from the power... It took us as a Nation a good thousand years before we were able to take the next planet in the home system and expand from there. There is a point of return and a point of no return. I can not tell one from the other sometimes but, let me tell you this. I started in the Panzer divisions of Khirma, a small but city like planet. One city called the planet after many years. It is said to have took eight thousand years to get to the point it is at. I, myself am not so sure."
She nodded slightly, holding her nose. "Yeah, I know the planet you mean. I did four years as a military police officer for that planet, some scary stuff there."
"Yes. I know where the MP station is around there." He sighed before slowly nodding and looking out the window again, "When do we arrive?"
"Tomorrow I think."
"Hm, maybe I should get some sleep. Yes. I will see you tomorrow most likely."
"Yes, sir. Have a good night's rest."
"How am I meant to get on in those rock like beds." He smirked, holding back a laugh.
"Yes, I must agree. You get used to it after a while." She giggled before nodding to him and walked back to her station.