Blackrock

"We chose Blackrock because, one: there is no big government around that would to much of a problem to the Demimraches work, Two: because this is a sparsely populated area, so no one would look here offend enough to disturbed Demigr- the Demimraches building, three: and this is a bit for me, there is little to no magical presence here, meaning that I would be basically unmatched when it came to a magical duel, and when your the Demimraches best mage, and the only one who could take him in a 1v1 fight, it helps not to have a local mages guild try to get in on your skills." he let it sink in for a moment and looked back at her, "As for why I..well...saved you, it was for two- no three reasons." He took a breath and began again, "The first one is that I was told to gather anyone who would, or could, help us. The second was because I could see you being useful to me and the Demimarch. As for the third reason....lets say I was impressed that you were able to move like that...and for the slightest of seconds I could see a spark of manna in you." He got up and stretched his legs, and walking around the tent, picked up his gear, and handed her hers. "I think we are gong to need this in the future, I have to report back to the damn floating ball, oh and don't worry about your wounds, bandages are of my own enchantment, should heal faster then normal." He lifted up his felt hand and spoke, "Why don't you introduce your self, Lysa." the Pocket watch that was his Grimorie let out a sigh and spoke lout enough for the girl to hear, "Hello miss, I am Lysa, other wise known as the Astil clock, or the freemasons pocked watch. Magical artifact, Middle sister to the other two Astil Grimorie, and currently in service to master Warren here."

Mae stood up and looked thoughtfully at it. "Good Ræmus, I have never seen anything like this before. H-how do you do? I am called Mae. Mae Dawkins, Elven swordsmaster. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lysa." Suddenly the ground shook and she looked into the distance. A huge wall was being built, and an enormous drill was spinning into the ground. "What is that? Are they trying to trap us here?" She noticed the orb floating next to workers hefting supplies. She also noticed Alex, running in wolf form towards the construction site. She stretched her arms and walked out of the tent, squinting in the sun. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts. First of all, there was a dark presence that surrounded Jacob, which had bothered her from the start. She pulled out her mastersword, which she had been granted after slaying Malamus, the demon warlord. Jacob had a similar aura to Malamus's, though slightly less menacing. She turned around and looked at him as he combed his fingers through his hair. He didn't look demon... Mae shook the thought from her head, sheathed her sword, and grabbed her gear. There was no time for worrying. She slipped on her leather gloves and pulled on her cloak.

"Litany of Fury, Papa One. I've completed entry procedures and am Oscar-Mike to target location." The pilot of the FX-1 Apollo commented into his radio as the small triangular craft finished it's descent through Blackrock's atmosphere.

"Roger that, Papa One; your orders are to investigate sensor anomalies on the planet and report back, the New Emperor wants an increased presence in this sector of space. Pray the Avaeons aren't setting up under our noses." The Lieutenant replied through the radio.

"Acknowledged, Papa One out."

The Pilot made a face, before he turned back to the Copilot, who was gesturing out the window towards what appeared to be a city under construction.

"Sensor anomalies are concentrated there, I suggest we turn down for a low pass, take some pictures." The Copilot suggested, while the pilot nodded.

He banked the Apollo sharply to the right, bringing it down several thousand feet in altitude; penetrating the cloud layer and banking sharply over the settlement below.

The shrill screech of the Apollo's engines filled the new city, likely catching the attention of anyone who could hear.

The craft passed over once, unknown to those below it had been taking pictures. Once it passed over it banked around yet again for another pass, before it began to circle the settlement.

"Whatever it is, it definitely is not one of ours.. Litany of Fury, Papa One. We have a situation here. I am transmitting photo and visual data now." The Pilot radioed.

"Papa One, Litany of Fury, we're receiving images; ETA is ten Millicentons for further investigation."

Mae jumped at the sound of a loud rumbling and looked up at the sky. An aircraft of some sort was descending closer and closer to the ground. Under instinct, she began to run. Again. Hurriedly, she slid under an old piece of construction material. She began to mutter under her breath, and light appeared in her cupped hands. She was inside what appeared to be the old cockpit of a ship, taken off to be used for scrap. It was roomy enough for her to sit up. She blew into her hands and the light began to float around gently, as if a breeze were pushing it lightly to and fro. The rumbling of the ship was persistent. "I hope there aren't any government ships. They would be after me in seconds." Mae whispered to herself. She could hear the faint sound of Jacob's voice calling her name. She tried to think of a way to send him a message of some sort. Then again, She thought, He doesn't seem to be the most trustworthy guy. What if he just wants to kill me? No, nonsense. Why would he go to the trouble of saving my life if he was just going to take it again... Mae began to pack sand around the cracks of light near the bottom edges of the cockpit, to conceal her from view. She lay on her back, almost in the fetal position. The light danced about slowly, and she touched it gently with her finger, making it change to a deep green and send tiny sparks dancing outwards, slowly fading into nothingness.

She was in complete darkness, meaning the sand was packed well. She formed the sphere of light again and let it dance like it did before. Suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps made her jump. Someone was standing on the wreckage she was hiding under. She held her breath, hoping that she wouldn't be found...

Merek appeared far from the ship that was beginning what looked to be a reconnaissance of the city he was sent to. His common sense for the most part he turned off when he decided it would be a good idea to appear in the upper atmosphere of the planet above the ship. This brought him plummeting down towards the city he had put up a barrier over his armor to protect him from the both G forces and his rapid entry down. The warrior still caught ablaze leaving behind a smoke trail and a fire trail that from a distance would remind a man of wings.

He shifted the dive head first with one arm pointed straight out with sword in hand creating the vortex in front of him. Merek constantly shifted his trajectory towards that of the ship. Hitting it would mean quite a catastrophe for all parties involved while even a near miss would be enough to rock the ship. The warrior kept his other hand near his chest holding onto a sickle like weapon. not long enough to be a scythe but not short enough to be considered a kusarigama. It could be considered a pick of sorts but with barbs on the inside of the blade for gripping and shredding.

His voice would also rattle downwards towards the city as he let out his own battle cry which he fortified and amplified with his magic to make the noise more powerful and allow all to know his presence.

"I AM THE FLAMES OF INFERNO, FORGED OF WAR!" His voice boomed forth.

Mae trembled at the sound of an even louder rumble, with a booming voice shouting down from above. She quickly extinguished her magic light and huddled in the darkness. Everything had just started to happen so fast. It had been about a week and a half since her run from the bar, but It seemed like just yesterday. Almost like an earthquake, rumbling shook the ground. She heard whoever was on top of the wreckage run. She began to dig into the sand, to provide herself with more room. She hoped whatever this was, it wouldn't discover her...

The orb, as well as all Demiarchals who were not building the wall, would look upwards as the first loud scream from the jet's engines would rip through the valley. Then there was another scream from the jet, and the Demiarchal's stare wouldn't cease. After the jet seemed to be gone, the area would become very hectic for the new few days.

The foremans over the wall construction began to yell, "Demiarchals!! We have been greeted by someone in the sky. It's time to move it!! Get your asses to it and give it all you have! We have to get these walls done!!"

Over in the distance, near the vortex, Deminaughts were discussing what they would do military wise. They all came to the same conclusion, to prepare for the worst. Three of the Deminaughts would enter the portal, disappearing for a matter of minutes. While they were through the vortex, the trucks containing the remainder of the materials for the wall would come through. Along with these material transports were transport vehicles containing and estimated twenty work Demiarchals.

When all the material trucks and new additions of workers for the wall were through, they would immediately unload. Unloading the traffic jam of transports would move rather quickly due to the additional sixty workers. When the last transport canister was unloaded, all the transports would take off like a stampede, rushing back for the vortex.

One of the foremans would meet with the supply transports as he waited for his chance to leave, "Who in the hell told you to bring all that shit in now?! You just took up all our room. It's going to be almost impossible to navigate this mess!"

The driver returned, "Deminaught Command Center took control of supply transport. They said all materials and equipment needed out because they were directing the vortex to a military base or something...anyways, you all better hurry. Who know's why whatever they were talking about flew over."

"Damn jet! Just had to fly over and spook everyone. Now we gotta bust our ass for a 'just in case' situation..." The foreman spoke.

The driver laughed and finally pulled out, being the last transport in line. When all the transports were through, the three Deminaughts would exit the vortex. Behind these Deminaughts, large transports, seven to be exact, decorated in a crimson camouflage, would exit, carrying thirty soldiers each. Behind these transports were different pieces of armor.

The first large pieces of military armor was nine GT - Arachnids. Following this was nine BN - Hex Shields. Fourteen BN - Diablos would then roll through followed up by about twenty two BN - Wolverines. About six BN - Corruptions would exit, followed by six GT - Duck Hunters.

All the military armor and soldiers would take formations as they waited for the remainder of the equipment to come through. Four military supply mass transports would exit, having four transport canisters behind them. Smaller vehicles containing six workers and tools would follow these transports. When the transports reached their spots, the laborers would unload these military transports, which would contain weaponry, surveillance tech, building supplies, and one even contained some sort of black armored creature that looked like wolves, and at certain points on the body, would look like a purple stone that would glow. This transport would be greeted by troops once the laborers opened it and unloaded.

The military aspect of this base would now begin. Large drills would begin tunneling into the ground at different points. Around these tunnels, the Demiarchals would begin their construction of the military aspect. Whatever they were doing at this point would be underground, and shortly, the holes would be hidden by armored military structures.

The construction on the walls was moving very fast due to the excess of laborers. The steel work was about 67% complete. With this, the masonry decided to begin work again since the steel work was much above their heads. While the wall was being built, more scaffold was going up. On the bottom, the laborers and soldiers would begin installing the military equipment that was previously delivered. This was mainly surveillance, turrets, and cannons that would be installed in the wall.

The orb would move to one of the Deminaughts, "We're going to have to make this happen. Maybe they were peaceful, but we have to be cautious."

The Deminaught chided back, "If the jet only flew across once, I wouldn't worry. But like us, there's only one reason to fly over something more than once; you saw something. I'm hoping that whatever is yelling up there is for us."

The orb glowed a bit, "That is Merek. He will be assisting us in building this base and training a new force. Demigrem must find this situation more vital than even I thought."

The Deminaught responded, "Yes, if he sent two, then we need to be ready. I'll go through and have them to prepare the industrial military buildings. We need to start producing equipment if we want to have a chance at survival here because I really don't think whoever it is will welcome us."

"You are right. While you have them prepare, have them ready a few small BN air ships ready. Doesn't matter which ones, just something for air communication to keep them from coming to the ground without warning." The orb responded.

The Deminaught would salute and slightly bow to the orb before he would rush through the vortex. Construction production increased rapidly, taking what was planned for a three month construction complete date, would now have to be completed in a matter of a couple weeks. For now, the Demiarch settlement would work their asses off to get this done. They didn't know whether they were welcomed or not, but they knew they had been spotted, and they had work to do.

The Singular Apollo fighter banked hard for another pass, until the Copilot noticed an alarm, and a flickering beacon.

"Sir, we have an incoming missile!" The Copilot screamed, while the Pilot nodded.

"I see it..." He said, banking the Apollo sharply to the right. "Hit the countermeasures and go full burn! We're falling back!"

The Pilot grabbed the control stick as Merek began to rapidly gain on the aircraft. "Activating stealth countermeasures." The Copilot said, while refractive panels on the Apollo began to bend the light with a magnetic field, the Apollo began to shimmer like sunlight on water, before it disappeared entirely. A moment later it's afterburners kicked in, and the craft rapidly began to climb at supersonic speeds.

Before Merek could level his attack on the singular fighter; it would vanish.

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AHSC Reverence II Litany of Fury
The Fringes of the Blackrock System
Commander Amelia Montrose


Commander Montrose watched in silence as the photos and video from the Apollo scrolled across her command display interface. The organized chaos of a Reverence II's CIC buzzed about around her, while she navigated through the pictures with swift hand gestures.

"Interesting." She said as she swiped to another picture.

"An Alien civilization is constructing some kind of colony on Blackrock." She said, turning to her XO, whom offered a slight nod.

"All hands report they're ready for jump." The XO reported, and Montrose nodded.

"Alright, let's roll." She said, bringing up the shipboard AI. "AI, Set FTL course to Blackrock, situate us in high orbit, and then put us above the alien settlement." She said, before she picked up the intercom, her slender fingers wrapping around the microphone.

"All hands, action stations!" She called out, before she seated the device back into it's receptacle, it was then the lights dimmed to red, and the entire Reverence II came to life, with personnel going to their stations, bringing the ship to combat readiness. The Alarms began to klaxxon all throughout the ship before she nodded to the AI.

"Jump."

It was a few moments, Amelia could feel her stomach knot up before there was a lapse, and everything began to level out.

"Commander, we've arrived at the target designation."

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Blackrock
Demiarchal Colony

For those on the surface, the Reverence II's arrival was signaled with a deafening crack, roughly an hour after the small fighter had been sighted, the massive 30km long Reverence II jumped into the skies of Blackrock above the Demiarchals settlement.

The sheer size of this ship was enough to instill fear in even the mightiest of commanders, as she stretched nearly completely across the sky, and her size completely blotted out the sun as it cast a dark shadow over the Demiarchal colony.

The Reverence II slowly settled itself into the upper atmosphere, while Commander Montrose was overseeing a three-dimensional hologram of the city below, the AI highlighting points of interest, while the tunnels below were revealed through high-powered sensors mounted on the Reverence.

"Shields up, full power, all weapons batteries should consider their targets, but do not fire." Montrose ordered, before she brought up a large display.

"Broadcast a transmission on all frequencies." She ordered, but was promptly interrupted by a Lieutenant.

"Sir! Ground teams are assembled and ready for gravity lift deployment, CAG reports all bombers are ready for launch." He said, saluting, while Montrose nodded.

"Very good, return to your station."

"Commander, we're broadcasting on all channels." The AI reported.

"Very good.. alright, bring me up." She said, and the AI nodded, while the Commander began to speak.

"Attention unidentified alien colonists, this is the Litany of Fury, this world is under the jurisdiction of the United Aschen Empire, identify yourselves and explain why you have trespassed upon this world. You have thirty seconds to reply or we will commence military operations to remove you from this planet."

"Sir, i'm detecting some kind of transportation vortices throughout the colony." The AI reported, and Montrose nodded. "Calibrate the Jump inhibitor and the Planck Packs, shut it down."

The AI nodded, and the Reverence began to power up it's Inhibitors, a few moments later a powerful field surged fourth from the ship above, the Planar stabilization field would likely prevent teleportation, be it magical, or technological. This would be evidenced by the Demiarchals vortex being shut down, and forced to collapse which would effectively cut them off from their source until either the ship was destroyed, or the Aschen deactivated the field.

The field was powerful, and would likely overcome even the most powerful attempts to reopen a vortex, for the stronger the energy, it seemed the stronger the field would become, stabilizing everything on the quantum level, and preventing everything from teleportation, to full fledged Hyperspace jumps.

Immediately following the engagement of Aschen Inhibitors, the massive turbo-disruptor batteries on the underside of the ship began to traverse, swiveling on their emplacements to bear down onto the city below, each turbo-disruptor at full power carried enough energy to flatten entire city blocks, and with 750 of these massive batteries on the ventral side of the ship, it could level staggering firepower onto the city below in a very short period of time.

Lastly, a flash appeared on the bow of the vessel, and a milky white barrier flashed from bow to stern, before completely vanishing, obfuscating attempts to scan the ship. The Ship's massive shields were up at full power.

There was silence save for the low rumble of the ship's engines, and the threatening tone of Commander Montrose's Transmission.

There was silence on the Bridge too, as Montrose awaited a reply, her hand hovering over the city as she selected targets.

Merek cursed himself as he flew past the ship without even scraping it's hull with either his sword or the sickle like pick. The demi god also did not plan for his landing which he didn't seem too worried about as he was rushed towards the ground in a blaming ball of fire. Instead of merely hitting the ground and causing the crater before him he whispered a few incomprehensible sounds which he wasn't even sure they would work but had heard Aeson do such the same thing in the past. His movement began to slow enough and when finally contacting the ground he merely skidded a few hundred feet leaving a deep gash in the sand from where his sword acted as an anchor.

His armor remained intact from the magical barrier, with his body staying together pretty well from the hasty crash. He stood up sheathing the sword with the sickle pick dissipating in his hands.

"Here I was thinking that would work entirely too well. Maybe I can create wings now and fly hopefully. Still is a shame these technologically advanced races can beat us." Merek finished brushing himself off before looking around and finally turning to look at the city.

"I better start running if I wanna get here in time for this fight." His gaze had also shifted to the ship that now hovered up above the city.

Merek's pace was anything but normal as he took off leaving behind him a trail of dust and sand his legs kicked up as he seemed to fly towards the city. By time he reached the city and walls being constructed he didn't even notice the vortex being shut down. The man didn't even bother to use a door as he simply jumped over the wall in a feat of inhuman strength.

The landing on the opposite side of the wall ended in a small crater with Merek in a kneeling position in the crimson blood plated armor with white trim. He looked quite the warrior and leader though he wasn't much of the latter as he stood up his swords sheathed and the shield strapped firmly on his back.

"Son of a mother fucking bitch" cursed Jacob as he watched the world around him almost literally go to hell. First, the scout fighter came out of nowhere, then the elf ran off, next came the unknown fighter, booming off a challenge. But the straw that broke the captains back was the sudden appearance of a large capital ship appearing over head. He looked at the colony and took a deep breath. He looked at Lysa, till tied to his palm, and asked "Any thing, Lysa?", the Astil artifact hummed for a moment, her own tune, and spoke "My best estimates put it at a battle cruiser class ship or maybe a planetary assault ship, basically a vary large, vary heavily armed, ship of the line. Think is size alone would be just a bit much for you take out, also, im getting some type of hybrid elemental/technological field that's stopping me from creating any portals, I could still jump us back home, but they would see the energy surge and would most likely kill us with the sheer amount of guns on its underside." Jacob grimaced and spoke again, "Do you think you could get me into the sips internal coms?", The Grimorie worked her magic, forcing it way through the ship magical barrier, which was admit ably hard, but her being an Astil artifact, shoe could work through most magic. "Im in, your on when your ready". "Good, maybe I can talk some sense in to these people." He lifted up the watch to his face and spoke, waving his other arm in a gesture he hoped one of the gun cams on the underside of the ship would see.

"Attention Litany of Fury, this is a stand down call and a call of Pease, we mean no harm, please for the ever-loving hell stand your guns down and hear me the hell out. I am Demiarchal Warren, reprehensive of the Demimarch empire here on this...for lack of a better term, rock that is Blackrock, Please respond, over"

Jacob heard the commotion in the yet-to-be-finished colony and cursed again. He began running towards it and managed to scale the wall in time to see an unknown figure land in the center of the colony, the many laborers paying little attention to the unknown warrior, but snapping to attention when Jacob landed. "For the love of Christ, get back to your jobs" he waved of the workers who turned back to there jobs and turned to the unknown man and spoke "Listen dude, I have had one hell of a morning, so if you could tell me why the hell you just made a crater in my colony and why the hell are you the only other magical being I can see here?" Lysa spoke to him telepathically, "I would be care full with this one master, I can see is aura, and he's a strong one, in strength, and in magic, nothing you shouldn't be able to handle though. " She added the last bit in a cheerful voice that sent a chill down his spine. Damn clock had yet to cease scaring him sometimes. So he stood there, hand ready at his kunai, other ready to activate his archive if need be, waiting for this to return his question.

Mae heard most of the commotion cease and she peered out a rusted hole of the metal. She saw Jacob standing in from of what looked like a knight of some sort. Hearing Jacob's words, one phrase stuck. my colony... "That's odd. I thought it was that head Demimarch guy that was forming the colony." She could sense that the other man had a strong aura around him. Mae lifted the wreckage gently and swiftly slid back out from under it. She unsheathed her Archænian Mastersword. Jogging over to the two men, she held her sword at the ready. Only about 30 feet away, she began to whisper. Lysa, Lysa can you hear me? It's Mae. "For Ræmus's sake, I hope this works..." Tell Jacob not to try and take this guy down. He looks to be semi-mortal. She knelt on the ground and cut herself with her sword, watching her blood pool in her hand. She filled a small vial with it, and them promptly wrapped her hand in Jacob's enchanted bandages. Pulling some herbs out of her pouch she placed them in the flask. Aklë morokk shævinn Her words slipped off her tongue. The flask began to glow the slightest bit. The enchantment was working. [i]Aklë morokk shævinn/i] It glowed even brighter, and she placed it in her pocket. She grabbed a wriggling desert rat and skillfully tied the vial to its back. Scaring it in the direction of Jacob, she scrambled behind a rock. The potion she sent him was just a simple healing potion, but she hoped it would help him. (Don't worry, I don't use magic that often, and even so, it's not very powerful. I hate god-modding too, so I won't, like, wipe out a whole nation with the flick of a thumb or anything...)

Mae heard most of the commotion cease and she peered out a rusted hole of the metal. She saw Jacob standing in from of what looked like a knight of some sort. Hearing Jacob's words, one phrase stuck. my colony... "That's odd. I thought it was that head Demimarch guy that was forming the colony." She could sense that the other man had a strong aura around him. Mae lifted the wreckage gently and swiftly slid back out from under it. She unsheathed her Archænian Mastersword. Jogging over to the two men, she held her sword at the ready. Only about 30 feet away, she began to whisper. Lysa, Lysa can you hear me? It's Mae. "For Ræmus's sake, I hope this works..." Tell Jacob not to try and take this guy down. He looks to be semi-mortal. She knelt on the ground and cut herself with her sword, watching her blood pool in her hand. She filled a small vial with it, and them promptly wrapped her hand in Jacob's enchanted bandages. Pulling some herbs out of her pouch she placed them in the flask. Aklë morokk shævinn Her words slipped off her tongue. The flask began to glow the slightest bit. The enchantment was working. [i]Aklë morokk shævinn/i] It glowed even brighter, and she placed it in her pocket. She grabbed a wriggling desert rat and skillfully tied the vial to its back. Scaring it in the direction of Jacob, she scrambled behind a rock. The potion she sent him was just a simple healing potion, but she hoped it would help him. (Don't worry, I don't use magic that often, and even so, it's not very powerful. I hate god-modding too, so I won't, like, wipe out a whole nation with the flick of a thumb or anything...)

Lysa heard the Mae whisper to her, and, with in her own little realm in the watch, spoke back to her, "The master Knows that this being is a demigod, and he isn't the first Master Jacob has had to face. His experience in the matter is more then enough to defeat him." she was speaking to the Elf though telepathic means, as to not to alert the Knight that stood away from then. "So" Jacob said, breaking the silence, "You going to stand there? if so, I just might pack up and leave, have more colonies to build and what not." as if on purpose, Jacob turned and began to walk away from the knight. If he is smart, or in this case, insanely stupid, he well try to rush me when as I walk away Of course Jacob would see this coming, his base instincts would tell him this, not his ninjitsue training, and his shaman training would allow him to pretty much go invisible and choose were to strike this knight. but that all depended if this demigod/knight would rush him...

"Commander, we're receiving a transmission from the ground." The AI Chimed in.

The only reason that Worren managed to get through to the ship above was the fact that the communications were already open, but the shields weren't designed to block incoming communications, nor were they at all magical in nature. The Aschen were a civilization that despised magic, and sought out ways to destroy it. Indeed they had an ever-extensive arsenal of technology specifically designed to counteract and destroy magic, and magical artifacts.


Montrose considered her reply for just a moment, and then she finally spoke.

"You claim to come in peace yet you trespass and attempt to colonize this world. Cease these activities and leave this planet or we will force you out. You have twenty four hours to dismantle your colony and retreat from this planet from whence you came." Montrose replied firmly.

"Start the clock." She ordered, then she nodded to the AI.

"Disengage Inhibitors, when the clock reaches Zero, reactivate them, you'll be weapons free." Montrose explained. And after Warren contacted the ship and got his reply, the Inhibitors shut off, facilitating their retreat if they opted to follow the Commander's instruction.

However the ship remained, looming high above the city, watchful for any reinforcements.

"You detect anything other than their retreat, engage the inhibitors and go weapons free." Montrose ordered.

Merek simply looked down at the small man with quite stoic look from within his helm. The man even had the audacity to turn his back on him after questioning him before he even gave an answer.

"I see manners were not something beat into you, boy." The last word was hard maybe too hard Merek even thought but he would not take back his words now.

He did not rush or even move from his spot, there was no need if he truly want to deal a blow to the man.

Boy Jacob thought, This fucker called me boy... He turned back around and stared at the Knight, "Ok, first of all, don't call me boy, I have seen far more blood shed, mainly by my own hand, then most men have in the whole of their lives." He casted a foul glare at this man when something nudged his foot, looking down, he found a small desert rat with some type of flask on its back. He picked the flask of the rats back and could feel the aura around it. The Elf sent me a health potion...great. He began to cast the foul look again and spoke in a even, low voice, "So, you land in my new colony, put a crater in it as well, and you insult me, anything else I should add to your grave stone?" his hands over the kunai, he had 4, more then enough needed to deal with knight.

The orb would pulse a bright green energy as it moved to the position of Merek and Jacob, "You two need to work together. If we fail here, Demigrem will not be pleased. We have a high chance at survival here, we just need to work together and play our cards right. So get the civilians inside the walls and the tunnels. We don't have much time."

The orb would then move to the location of the transmissions, where it would send a communication to the ship above, "I take it you are scared? Why would you fear something that was offering the people here on this planet a chance to have more than dust and rock? We understand that you will be cautious, but there was no intentions to seek destruction. So I will state this once, and should you deny my words, in twenty-four hours, we will disappear from your territory. Sadly though, we can't leave if you have the vortex closed..."

The orb would turn to the Deminaughts in the room who were communicating with the Deminaughts in another location, before sending the other half of it's message to the others, "You have the option to open this portal and let us either continue benefiting your power, or we can leave. Either way, you have the option to open it. Despite what you think, this option will only be short lived. So shall we work together and build this planet, or will you continue on with your fear of magic and subjugation of the human race on this planet?"

The orb would then turn to a Deminaught who was asking for it's attention. The orb would shift itself to the right about twelve feet where it and the Deminaught would quietly communicate through whispers, "What is it Deminaught?"

The Deminaught would respond, "Sir, the team that was sent out first, they have communicated with us. They say that they are far enough that the current oppositions tech is not effecting them. Secondly, the Demiarch Space Armada is furious that these beings have temporarily shut down the vortex. They will be present shortly if these beings refuse to open the portal. I don't think we should wait, sir. We need to take care of this issue now, so could you move to the position of the soldiers and reopen for the D.S.A.?"

The orb chimed in glee, "We will wait for their response. We have come here for peaceful reasons, so we have to continue on that path until that path is neglected. Tell the team to continue movement outwards. Their stone bodies will protect them from being spotted through sensors. If we weren't working here, they wouldn't have noticed us here. Anyways, tell D.S.A. to continue overriding and tell them to prepare the S.O.H.-119 virus."

The Deminaught smirked, "Sir, they already have the S.O.H.-119 virus prepared. Next communication received by them will plant the virus in their system. Best part, they have scanned their firewall, and their tech has no similar technological virus's similar to ours."

The orb looked at the Deminaught with a wide eye before it spoke calmly, "Engage Hex Shields. Position the forces we have cautiously. Once they get that message, we're going to need those shields."

The Deminaught nodded, "Yes, sir!" and took off outside, giving orders.

The BN - Hex Shields were the first pieces of equipment to fire up. When they were engaged, giant green domes, with a hexagon pattern, would rise above the city. The nine BN - Hex Shields creating a dome that would heavily defend the city from an attack from above. It wouldn't take a matter of seconds for these pieces of military equipment to fully engage. This dome that was cast by the nine BN - Hex Shields would also begin jamming all incoming foreign frequencies, allowing only what the Deminaughts would approve through their communications hub, such as the single frequency cast between them and the being they were talking to in the sky.

The orb would chime to itself, "The Demiarchals are something else...It doesn't matter what it is, they don't fear, and they don't stop. Their faith in the White Sun and Demigrem is supreme... It's no wonder the White Sun chose them as it's children."
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Far off in the distant lands of Blackrock, far from the current situation, a group of three soldiers continued moving through the barren world. They were far enough away that the ships looked like little birds in the sky. They knew what was going on due to the private line that the Deminaughts were communicating to them on. Due to this line, they knew to keep moving forward, that should they be caught, they were useless.

"Who the fuck are these imbeciles? Do they really think that we are going to curl our tails and run? Pfft...what do you think men?" The lead Demiarchal soldier in the group spoke.

The group laughed for minute, "They just don't understand what we're capable of. They just think we're something new here and that their tech can stop us because they have big ships...Such a....WHAT THE HELL?!"

The group fell behind a large natural obelisk of stone when they noticed the ground sinking in front of them, consuming all the stone and dust for about four hundred yards. It was turning into a massive lake of purple and black, spiraling, consuming energy. When the soldiers noticed the energy, they knew what it was.

A crimson light flashed in front of them, and behind this light was a being. This being was a metallic gold with large, black, angelic wings. Upon this beings golden body was a set of black and gold armor with a crimson Star of Luciphaeus on select spots on the armor.

The soldiers would take a kneel and bow to this being, "Master Demigrem, we are glad to see you...we have been..."

Demigrem would lift his right hand and place it on the left shoulder of the lead Demiarchal's shoulder, "Child, fear not, for the faith of your people, and the people who are here that we are rescuing, has summoned me here. We will show these creatures that it is not their tech, not our inter-realm magic, nor the explosive power of their hatred for us, will over power the faith of the living, both mortal and Demiarchal. Tonight, we will alive, and tomorrow, we will continue on our path to save this realm. So stand with me, and watch as we release the D.S.A. upon these beings."

From this mass vortex in the ground, following the words of Demigrem, massive ships made of a metallic stone and engulfed in an energy that was similar to a shield would rise. These ships would come at an angle, ripping through the vortex and creating a massive dust storm on the ground that would rise into the air, hiding the vortex. This vortex was not formed just by magic, but also Demiarch tech, and was being heavily controlled by systems on the other side of the vortex.

"We will conquer...We will rule...and We will save... let the Demiarch Empire grace this realm and show these mechanical beings what power the faith of the living can release." Demigrem spoke to the soldiers as the massive space ships made for war would exit through vortex and begin to to fill the sky into space on the far side of Blackrock.

It would only take a few minutes for a full armada of spacial ships and air ships to break through this vortex. There was little a being could do to stop this vortex, and by time they could reach it, it would be too late. The skies were becoming filled with BN - Hell Cannon war jets, GT - SS7 intelligence jets, and BN - Fang Bombers. Above them, spacial versions of these jets would take place as well as mechs that had a very high resemblance to a Tauros gundam. Once all the smaller ships were through, this large ships would begin to exit, sending quakes of energy through the atmosphere that would send waves of sand and dust through the air at different points.

"They just don't realize...we are here...and we will not go easy." Demigrem spoke as he flexed his large black wings.

Demigrem would flap his massive black, angelic wings, and take off through the air, making a straight line for the city being built. The speed he moved would create a tunnel of dust and rock around him that would hang in place for a few moments before falling behind him. It wouldn't take long at his speed to reach the city that was being founded on Blackrock for the Demiarch City, he just hoped he could make it before the others decided to launch an attack.

Chaos reigned across the barren wasteland, and Chaos answered its call.

A billowy white cloud materialized a kilometer away from the Aschen vessel and the colony. It stretched and squirmed until it coalesced into a long serpentine form with four limbs and two stubby wings. Numerous cracks fractured the cloud like an egg-shell before exploding in a shower of prismatic sparks and paper confetti. A creature, an abomination, emerged from the dissolving remains of the cloud. It had the grey head of a goat with the mismatching deer antler and dragon horn. Two tiny wings, one of a blue pegasus and the other of a large bat, flapped lazily on its back. A long scaly red tail swayed behind him as he floated aimlessly through the air. The creature, a parody of life and order, had the combined limbs of a bear, eagle, horse, and dragon. It stuck a yellow talon in its ear and pulled out a wad of cottony cloud. He eyed it curiously before flicking it down to the planet below, where it screamed and burned through the atmosphere like a meteor before crashing in a ravine. There it would leak out glowing green primordial soup that would, in a few billion years, give rise to a sapient race of plant creatures that would lead the galaxy into a golden age of peace and harmony.

"My my..." he sneered, revealing a single white tusk, at the three-ringed circus that unfolded around him, "... What do we have here? Looks like someone forgot to invite me to the party!"

The chimera snapped one of his fingers. A spotted party hat and party horn materialized on his head and in his mouth. He blew through the horn, making it extend with a festive buzz.

Mae glanced towards the horizon and saw what looked to be a man with large, black feathery wings. She began to walk towards the town with awe, seeing how he gracefully flew. Mae thought about how crazy this week had been. She wondered if Ariel had ever had similar times. She looked down at her worn leather gloves. does she even know I exist at all? Sighing she continued walking to the new settlement. She let herself sink into her own thoughts, and she pulled off her glove. Scars stood out white against her skin. They continued up her arm and down her back. Her skin had long healed from the burn, but it left her with what looked like tangled spiderwebs sprawled across her delicate skin. Mae pulled her glove back on. Sometimes it felt like all she could do was run and hide. She wished she could be more like Ariel was. Never afraid to back down from a fight, always standing up for what she beleived... "WHO AM I KIDDING?!?" Mae shouted. "SHE IS MOST LIKELY DEAD BY NOW!!!"
Mae fell to the ground in tears, clutching handfulls of sand in her fists. It was technically Malamus's fault that Ariel was gone, but Mae felt like she could have saved her, too. She stood up and brushed herself off. It would be a long time before she could forgive herself...

Despite the words transmitted back to the Reverence, it should have been obvious that the inhibitor field had already been disengaged to facilitate their leaving.

Montrose followed up with a simply worded voice message.

"Did I stutter? Leave this world, and do not return." She said, disconnecting the communications.

"Typical, They're not leaving." Montrose huffed, turning to the shipboard AI Hologram. "I'm done talking, prepare to engage." She ordered.

Of course Litany of Fury was equipped with an extremely sophisticated Selene-Class Artificial intelligence, which for all intents and purposes would have made short work of the virus had it managed to make it's way into the ship's systems. What the Demiarchal Army thought was a firewall was in fact clever trickery on part of the shipboard AI. She was vigilantly watching and mis-directing every feeble attempt to intrude into the Aschen's systems.

Of course, whatever they got was cut off when the shields activated, essentially preventing any cybernetic intrusion into the ship's systems.

"Commander, It seems the aliens are attempting to jam our communications, Conventional communications are offline, however our subspace systems remain unhindered. I'm also detecting additional ruptures, they're bringing in reinforcements, I have also detected defensive barriers over the city. Analysis indicates they are a Class-One Barrier, We do have the firepower to overpower it, but I am concerned about additional Daemon infestation. Additionally I have summoned in system elements. I advise we contact the Isirian Government and advise them that we have a class two Daemon infestation on Blackrock."

The AI's face visibly darkened as she turned to the displays in the CIC.

"Commander Montrose, the Emperor has provided authorization... We are authorized to initiate Exterminatus, on the Isirian world of Blackrock." The AI added, while Montrose began to let her hands dance across the holographic representation of the city below.

"I doubt they are going to leave peacefully... they say they're going too but I'm no fool.. I need a tactical analysis." Montrose ordered, and the AI nodded.

"On-world elements we'll be able to neutralize with an eighty-five percent probability of success, however if we consider reinforcements and our limited Planck range, I cannot provide an accurate calculation until all fleet elements are present, and a system-wide inhibition is in effect to prevent reinforcements." The AI explained.

"If we're dealing with a Daemon infestation, I would strongly suggest we inform the Ministry of Defense, we need to be prepared if they attempt an incursion on an Imperial Core world, especially Langara. If we have a Daemon incursion on the Capital, Strategic Value will be absolute, precluding the use of Exterminatus, and capital class weaponry. We must deal with this swiftly before it can be allowed to spread."

Montrose offered a quick nod.

"I'm not exterminatus-ing anything until Inviere gets here, I'm going to let that be her call; I'm not having that on my conscience." Montrose protested, as her hands danced on the console.

"They've made their intentions clear; however. I intend to act." She said picking up the ship's PA microphone.

"All hands prepare for engagement, looks like our new friends aren't going without a fight. Bring us about to square off with those incoming ships, prepare the bow guns."

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The massive Reverence II let out a deafening crack once more, slowly turning on it's yaw slightly towards the incoming Demiarchal Ships, two massive armored panels on the bow slid back, and then inwards to reveal two massive caliber magnetic-acceleration cannons. Each magnetic acceleration cannon was designed to hurl a ferric-tungsten slug the size of a school bus at roughly 12,000 Kilometers per second, which was 4% the speed of light. A direct hit from one of these slugs would impart roughly 50 gigatons of kinetic force. Needless to say, a direct hit would be more than capable of completely obliterating anything these aliens could field in a single shot.

As the two MACs began their charging sequence, the port Turbodisruptor batteries moved slowly out of their recessed pods, and began garnering targeting solutions on the incoming vessels. While this was happening, the entire Reverence II began to slowly climb in altitude.

"Launch all alert fighters, get a defensive fighter screen out there. Ready all missile batteries, once they come within range; engage them." Montrose ordered.

With that order relayed, one by one Apollo, Aurora, Viper, and Talon fighters screamed fourth from the gaping hangar bay. Each Imperial fighter carried an impressive arsenal as well as countermeasures. Hundreds of these fighters poured fourth, flying in tight formations around the larger ship, acting as a fighter screen to prevent the enemy fighters from getting too close.

"All hands, all fighters, Prepare to engage" Montrose shouted.

Once the orders were relayed, massive hardened missile doors retracted near the bow of the ship, each containing a 150 Megaton fusion warhead, targeting data was plotted in real time by the ship's AI, triangulated from data being streamed in from additional Aschen ships entering orbit, a handful of Athena cruisers to provide long range orbital bombardment triangulated data with the Reverence II in low orbit.

"Commander, Athena cruisers are in position, they're preparing for bombardment salvo." The AI Announced, while Amelia nodded. "Pray they get the message, how long until those ships are in range?"

"One Millicenton." The AI replied.

"And the fleet?" Montrose asked.

"Six Millicentons." The AI replied.

"The Reverence II is designed to take on enemy fleets, right?" Montrose asked, trepidation creeping in her voice, the AI nodded and gave an assured reply.

"A Dozen heavily armed alien capital ships versus a single Reverence II Assault Carrier... with those odds i'm content with three; make that four kills. I can say with 99.7 Percent certainty that we will hold the line until the fleet arrives, or until Exterminatus is levied upon this world."

As the Demiarchal Navy made it's approach, the Imperial Aschen ship stood unwavering, They were going to let the approaching ships make the first move. With shields and weapons on full alert, peace was hanging by a very thread, while the Aschen Commander considered her options.

The Fighter screen would harass any fighter that strayed too close to the Reverence, and would open fire with rapid-fire Disruptor shots and Anti-Air missiles if the enemy ships strayed too close.

Likewise the Reverence II would no doubt open fire if the Demiarchal Navy continued to approach it.

The ship slipped out of jump space in a large canyon to the east of were the Reverence II was positioned. Its stealth tech would hide it almost instantly as it came back in to real space. Aye, lock on to his RFID tag and transport him up before things get sketchy . The first mate replied and begun to bring the Black Nova class Cruiser out of the canyon and engaged the engines on full. Her stealth would drop a bit and she would kick up one hell of a sand storm, but they were not looking to get in a 3-way fight with a Reverence II and half of the Demimarch fleet.

With in 5 minuets, they had a lock on Jacobs RFID tag and was beaming him, seemingly in the middle of a fight due to his stance, on to the transporter room. "Welcome back...captain" the deck officer replied as he stepped off the pad and walked, at a vary brisk pace, to the bridge.

"Shields up, red alert. Weapons up but don't target them unless we are fired upon" "Aye captain". Jacob sat down in the CON chair and spoke again. "Send this message to the Demimarch: This is Warren, the next time you want to drag me in to another world Conquest, tell me if the planet is already owned by some one" the coms officer sent the message tot he Demimarch fleet. "Good, open a comm channel up to the Reverence II" The tone of the channel opening up rung in the bridge and Jacob Spoke "Litany of fury, this Warren, the ship I am in is friendly, we are just getting the fuck out of here, do not fire."

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