Tahir Bhandari's Story

The New Order fleet moved forwards with a grunt, pushing past everything in order to have their say with the Old Order. As the ships and massive dreadnoughts pushed forwards, they unleashed a furry upon the Old Order before the Taiyou started their mind tricks. The continued to push forwards as a second New Order fleet appeared. A large battleship, beyond the size of the HDS Resnao moved into the system, the Emperor standing on board at the command bridge. A smaller fleet emerged, their weaponry new technology. They were the reinforcements from the battle that was never put to use.

The Emperor turned to look at his military commanders and Council members, "They destroyed the system and will want to destroy the military that we have. Get the companies we have kept for this and start selling cheaply. We will recover in a few years time. Just remember what we have fought through to get to this stage of peace before all hell broke loose." He nodded, taking his walking stick, moving slowly towards the doors. The High Council members nodded softly, walking with him in their robes while the Military commanders got to work.

"You and I both know we had no choice here, the cybrans needed to be taught a lesson that they would never forget. The loss of life was extensive but I believe it was Necessary Admiral." Teller responded over the secure comm to the UDW. Teller felt like he was spewing sewage from his mouth but he couldn't have this conversation here maybe when this all ended he would speak with Killigan.

Teller paused and looked out over the destruction and the arrival of the second New Order Cybran Fleet. He weighed his options and then opened a channel.

"Attention New Order Cybrans this is Admiral Teller of I am requesting that all of your vessels cease your attack on the Old Order immediately you may keep your defensive systems armed. The sec and, he Andromedan Forces will handle this enemy ourselves there is no need for a further escalation."

Teller then turned to his Flag officer. "Prepare a spread of Missiles, Target the old order fleet. I am authorizing the usage of High Yeild Warheads. There has been enough Allied losses today it is time that we end this. Target the greatest concentration of Old Cybran Vessels and prepare to have the firing solutions sent."

"YAdmirals," Teller said Addressing both the Taiyou and UDW commanders. "I am preparing a firing spread of High Yeild thermonuclear missiles to fire at the old order units. I am transmitting our firing solution to both of you. I know we are all on our last bit of energy here so I think it's time we end this. I'm also launching a bombing sortie agaisnt any vessels that remain after this attack and I hope that you will assist in finishing this fleet off quickly."

After Teller sent his message to the Andromedan forces he turned to his Flag Officer, "Authorization Code, Delta, Savi, Litra, Omega, One. All vessels fire on my Mark, Three Two One Mark"

On Command the Larger Vessels in the SEC fleet launched over 200 Highyeild 140 Megaton Missiles and the rest of the fleet launched a spread of roughly 300 25-30 megaton missiles. Over all the entire payload was roughly 37 Gigatons. Along with the missiles flew hundreds of Decoy missiles some simple, some with normal nonnuclear explosive yields and a couple dozen interceptor missiles that would target counter missiles.

After the spread was fired the SEC fleet began to Launch it's fighter and bomber wings in the lieu of battle most of the pilots had gotten some rest and ships had been rearmed. In total over 5 fighterwings consisting of 360 Aircraft began to form up as they waiting for the missiles to hit the old cybran fleet. If any survived they would only have minutes before the fighter/bomber attack.

With the battle nearing an end Tahir too departed the bridge. Word would be sent to Avantia so she could attend negotiations and peace terms on behalf of the Volarians, but in the meanwhile his presence was no longer required.

The Old Order fleet turned and went into hyperspace before the barrage hit them. They sped away back to the place where they had started. The depths of space.

The Cybran Emperor swallowed as his Dreadnought pushed out into the middle of the system, a single tear running down his face. He reused to sit down and he held onto his wooden walking stick carefully, his mouth chewing on a tablet. His chalky white beard moved with the movement of his jaw, a Navy officer handed him his glasses. He turned and slowly walked off the command bridge, back towards the hangar bays in order to get to the Emperor class lander.

Tahir had been permited aboard the carrier to observe the exercise, but he hung back from the officers so as to not interfere. He was here purely in an observatory capacity to report back to Avantia later, and he took in the battlefield with a quiet calm as he carefully studied the field of play.

Volarians peppered the battlezone alongside their Taiyou allies, with avorian pilots claiming the skies, and the humans the seas. Amphibious warfare wasn't Volaria's strong point, but where they lacked, the Taiyou excelled.

The first shipments of GHX infantry units were being field tested today as well, and the five unit squads were in place to join with the forerunners that would be taking the beach.

ITN Nagato
Conference Room


Everyone had been called to the large conference room aboard the Yamato Class ship. With the Taiyou officials sitting at one end of a large rectangular table, they quietly awaited the arrival of everyone else, even the Emperor had been called, and was present, sitting on a slightly raised throne, with Shimizu and Yukiko on either side to handle the negotiations themselves.

Admiral Yamamoto was also present, seated near the corner of the Taiyou side of the table, while a young woman in a Kimono approached, she began to pour the men tea, bowing slightly and returning to the ship's galley.

"Now we wait." Shimizu commented, while Yamamoto nodded in approval.

"We will dictate peace terms to the Cybrans, and hopefully avoid a future conflict."

The Cybran Emperor swallowed, carefully walking into the room with his walking stick. The Military advisers walked in after along with top ranking Cybran members in politics and science. There was a small group of Waffen FSS soldiers to make sure the Emperor was safe. The Emperor looked up at the ground of Taiyou and swallowed, going to a chair at the other end of the table, struggling to sit down. A Commander took off his padded jacket and placed it on the seat to soft the seat for the Emperor while another helped him sit down.

The Emperor swallowed again, stroking his chalky white beard, closing his eyes over before opening them again a couple of seconds later. His breathing was heavy his old hands frail. He turned and looked at the commander to his left, "Wer diesen Krieg begonnen ... Ich möchte, dass sie tot ist."

Kilum sat in the room quietly and watched the cybran diplomatic party carefully. He heard the leader mumble something to one of his military staff in another language but what was said he hadn't the lightest idea. The man to him though looked weakened. He sat still and waited for the negotiations to begin.

Beginning to seat himself, Admiral Killigan flinched as he noticed the door open, and the face of the woman striding through, her trench coat billowing behind her as she made directly for him.

"Admiral Killigan, you are ordered to leave this ship immediately. Return to your shuttle." The glare of Agency Director Rebekah Issane was a cold, cold sight, the flat tone of her voice holding only a hint of threat. The weight of the order came from the sense that within the UDW hierarchy, theoretically the two were equal. But for one outstanding problem.

"Your flight crew has been informed of the situation in which you find yourself, and a security team on the UDW Kronos will be waiting to take you into custody on your arrival."

"Dismissed."

The man could find no words to speak as the full reality of his recently passed actions came crashing down on him, mutely nodding once and leaving the room. Sweeping past the deposed Admiral, Agent Issane took his seat, casting a glance around the room. Crossing her legs as she waited, the woman settled her hands together on the table before her, to all appearances calm and patiently waiting for the peace talks to begin.

Avantia was the last to arrive, freshly arrived from Terra aboard The Purgatory with Rebekah, and she swept into the room with an air of calm dignity. Only two avorians, Shanthi and Tahir, flanked her as they joined those gathered to discuss the surrender of the Cybran people. The young woman on her left might have passed as an elven woman due to the absence of the characteristic wings of the avorian people, but her blonde hair, angular features and pointed ears all reflected the same physical traits of Avantia and Tahir.

Avantia inclined her head in a polite nod of acknowledgement to Taiyou Emperor, but no such gesture of respect was offered to the Cybran Emperor as her gaze slid past him.

The Matriarch spoke briefly in the rich Volarian tongue, and Shanthi translated her words into the common tongue that would be most widely spoken by those gathered at the table.

"The Matriarch of Volaria extends her gratitude to the Taiyou Empire and those gathered here today for their aid in neutralizing this threat to the Volarian people," Shanthi spoke clearly but with an audible Volarian accent to her words. "She also extends thanks for your patience in awaiting her arrival, and hopes that we might now begin."

Avantia took her seat then, but Tahir and Shanthi chose to remain standing at her back rather than taking the available seats at Avantia's side.

The Prince offered a soft smile to Avantia, and he inclined his head only slightly. However his father looked worse for wear, with pale skin, much of his hair having fallen out, of course that wasn't evident, as a wig adorned his head, a short cropped haircut.

Nobuo remained mostly silent, whispering in Taiyou to Yamamoto, while Shimizu cleared his throat.

"By the grace of heaven, we have come here to demand the total and unconditional surrender of the Cybran Empire. If you refuse these demands, our campaign will continue until total national dismantlement has been achieved." Shimizu explained, before he presented a document.

"Surrender to the Taiyou Empire and abdicate your throne, we will then establish a provisional government."

The Cybran Emperor swallowed slowly, "I will only abdicate my throne if my Daughter is allowed to carry on leading my people. You can set up your government and I will give up the powers of the throne, but give my people someone to look up to. I do not lead the Nation; I let the people get what they want..." He looked at Shimizu and raised his head slightly.

"Let me tell you something, all of you. All your nations were founded by your forefathers; Yes? How do you think the humans discovered fire? How to make it? Nothing is an accident, unless you leave your Military generals to do their jobs. The Generals have to be lap dogs to the supreme leader. I know I have made this mistake, and the people before me. Yet, you must have to understand that once a Nation begins, it will always crumble somehow. Let it be the fault of you, your fathers before you; your generals; your children, but one thing is always for sure, everything crumbles. I will surrender, but I can not say all my people with surrender. Do you want planets to be destroyed just because of what you did? Do you think that the Cybran people will not continue on. And let me assure you; if your provisional government does not succeed, there will be hell everywhere."

"What you say makes no difference, Emperor, in the fact that by failing to heel your own problems, you find yourself in this room right now. What is to say that the lack of strength on your part, isn't also an issue with your daughter? Even installing her as the figurehead on a provisional government, what is to say your rogue elements won't cause issues like this ever again?"

Rebekah leaned forward, unclasping her hands. "Sanctioned or not, military forces under the Cybran name assaulted the Volarian Nation on foreign soil. To keep that from happening again, as part of any surrender conditions, I would demand at least a seventy percent reduction of your military forces, including every single other dreadnaught you may possess. What little that remains intact will pose little capability to threaten the stability of the provisional government, much less any foreign nation that crosses their fancy."

Kilum sighed internally as he heard the provisions. This was an unexpected development he expected this surrender to be of joint custody. He considered speaking out but held himself back. Instead he remained quiet and just listened. He looked across the table to Avantia the only person here whom he had a bit of minor contact with before though in this meeting he might as well be on his own.

Kilum cleared his throat and spoke. "The cybran people will continue to go about their daily lives, as for your daughter continuing the thrown will have to be chosen for by your people. If of course you say that the cybran people is your top priority then I see no reason that she cannot run for elected office in the new government provided she is clear of any possible incrimination." Kilum looked around the room at the other representatives looking for their approval or disapproval regarding his suggestion.

Avantia spoke then, her voice ringing out sharply in the Volarian tongue, while Shanthi at her side worked swiftly to translate the Matriarch's words into the common tongue.

"The Matriarch says that the Cybrans are not in a position to make such demands, and that it was their own actions that brought this upon them," Shanthi translated. "The Matriarch seconds the demands of the Taiyou. She says the disease that is the Cybrans will endure through anything short of these conditions. It is the hope of the Matriarch that in purging the remnants of their current government, the seeds of sanity can be sown.

"I can see clearly that you all as races do not understand the difference in the Cybran Orders, or the difference between the Cybrans and the races you make up. I am agreeing to what you ask with one simple condition. You let my Daughter inspire the Cybran Nation. You shall never truly understand how anything works, but there are people like the Cybrans to help you. We have lasted for billions of years, as a Nation. Yes, we have had our wars, and we are still currently in one now." The Emperor sighed, shutting over his eyes. His transmission signals were picking up a distress signal from the Cybran Fleets whom were going into battle formation.

He gulped, looking to his commanders and nodded slowly, they needed to make these people understand.

"Currently, Emperor, the issue at hand is not what the difference between the Cybran Orders, but rather the demand for unconditional surrender. New or Old, your people started this fight, and whether they were sworn to the Old Order or your New, the blood is on Cybran hands. Demanding that your daughter be included in any provisional government set up by the war council in this room as a condition of surrender is not going to achieve your wishes. As it is, I'm inclined to take it under advisement, but your stance on the matter is giving me doubts."

The woman noted the glance between the man and his entourage, the severity of her gaze increasing. Lights played across the glasses she wore, refocusing on the lenses to note the reports of communications between Cybran vessels and the signatures aligning in formations. Glancing towards Shimizu, Rebekah cast a second glance towards Avantia and the representative of the SEC.

"Assuming the the declaration of surrender can be established, immediately, is the primary goal of this council right now. With it, further bloodshed can be avoided on this day, and then the establishment of methods to prevent further bloodshed in the months to come can be worked through. The principle of setting up a provisional government is the idea that our collective nations can help you establish a unified state, Emperor, much like the proposal that your military forces be subjected to a drastic cut is both to prevent rogue elements of that state from venturing out and causing others harm to lay at your feet."

"As well as keeping your people from having the power to wage war on themselves. I truly hope that you can come to see that though some of us here at this table are, by association or directly," Her eyes shifted to the Taiyou contingent. "Responsible for crimes against the other side, we want to help the Cybrans become a unified member of the intergalactic community. And not as an enemy everyone else sees no other choice than to eradicate."

There was a noticeable silence before Nobuo slowly moved from his throne, and Yamamoto quickly went to help him, but he seemed to stare at the Cybran Emperor.

"The Day of our destiny has arrived, do not struggle against what is inevitable. Our enemies who resist, suffer for their arrogance... do not make their same mistakes." The Emperor said.

"Survival is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. Life, or extinction, it is up to you." Nobuo said, his voice firm and gravely.

"We will accept nothing short of unconditional surrender." He added, sitting back on his throne.

Shimizu nodded slowly.

"My father has made his will clear, the fate of your nation is your hands."

"We need to calm these people down!" Kamil shouted over the panicked Xupra. "Tahir, I want this entire area corralled off from the rest of the town. Those showing symptoms are to be put in the hospital, everyone else who has been exposed I want separated from the rest of the town. Make use of these homes to put them up if need be. Get on it. Bandar, send word back to the Matriarch requesting more men out here. We need to roundup the Xupra that have gotten out of town. Are anyone besides the Xupra showing symptoms of the illness?"

"Doesn't appear so. It's just them," Bandar replied.

"Good. If we're fortunate it's not contagious outside of their species."

Tahir was already moving off to try and calm a panicked woman who was shouting that the disease had followed them. He tried to grab her arm and pointed her towards the area being corralled off for the still healthy Xupra.

"We need to get you people away from the sick, and separated until we know who are sick and who aren't," he explained to her.

With the Volarians largely unable to speak the common tongue, Tahir was one of the few who could communicate effectively with the Xupra. It was leaving a lot of panicked people being herded and in some cases forcefully relocated with no one to explain to them what was going on.

The villagers were taking it with a bit more calm. There was concern and worry etched into their faces, but they didn't share in the panic of the Xupra. In fact, as a man approached a villager to inquire into aiding the children, he was helpfully directed to the temporary hospital.

His arrival was interrupted by Kamil though, as the Avorian captain caught site of the stranger heading towards the building being corralled off for the sick. Kamil mistook him for a local villager and his words came in the Volarian tongue.

"We have a disease outbreak in there. We need to limit the exposure to anymore people. Are you with the volunteers?" he asked.

He could likely find the man other ways to help, while they tried to limit contact with the sick.

The Captain that Binx'o had been calling for, never showed his face. For Bo Alla was too busy trying to sort out the mess that was going on further away from his co-pilot. The chaos and panic was causing more trouble than anyone had probably planned and in a way (it was probably for the best) that many of the Xupra had died in the crash otherwise there probably would have been a stampede by now. But as there was, the panic at least was contained for now. But the lack of communication was what was causing a lot of the panic, along with the fact that the Xupra knew the truth of how deadly the disease was for them. No one wanted to come into contact with one of the diseased.

And the panicked woman right now, didn't want to go with the man that was trying to herd her somewhere. She wanted her children and she wanted to leave before the disease reached them.

"No! No! My family! My family!" She called out in Xi first and then in the common tongue to try and get the man to understand her as she struggled to get herself out of his grip.

Binx'o, upon seeing all of this frowned and tried to get himself up but couldn't. He had given up trying to call for Bo. Maybe the man had died in the crash. Instead he decided it was time he took charge. "Hey! You! Let her go and help me up. I can't move for some reason. I need help getting up." Bino'x could speak the common tongue well, at least.

"Binx'o! The disease is here! It's here! Get everyone out of here! We need another ship!" The woman cried out in Xi to a man she obviously knew more than just another member of her species.