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Terra

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

Terra is home to billions of diverse beings (indigenous, transient, and migrant) of infinitely varied species and backgrounds. An enigmatic world of adventurous (and often perilous) enterprise, Terra is as aberrant and peculiar as it is unique.

Ylanne holds sovereignty over Terra, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Terra

Terra is home to billions of diverse beings (indigenous, transient, and migrant) of infinitely varied species and backgrounds. An enigmatic world of adventurous (and often perilous) enterprise, Terra is as aberrant and peculiar as it is unique.

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Terra is a part of Sol.

12 Places in Terra:

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Adoss [105]
Javid Alfarsi [83] Oversees Hataf's Directorate of Science and Technology and sits on Hataf's Senior Council.
Sundavr [82] "Space is a curious thing. It's dark but we can see little points of light strewn about it, but why isn't that light just suffusing everything? I'll tell you why, it's because of shadows"
Alasia [76] smart, quick, kind, trustworthy
Delamia [76] smart, quick, kind, trustworthy
Viv Sorin [73] Cynical, and Sarcastic Wanderer
Helena Cain [69] Fleet Admiral in the Aschen Confederation
Mossovet Something [66] It's hard to say what...
Ryan Riley [60] Self-proclaimed weapons expert, gunrunner and dope dealer, at your service! The business card costs sixty, by the way ...
Agent Dylan Ryder [58] Codename: Breaker. The mind is a complex maze, full of open and locked doors. Who needs a key, when you can break them down?

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#, as written by Jii
It didn't take long for the message to reach the Grand General of the Imperial Forces, who was currently acting as the Chief Commander of the SOF. The communications system were taken control of automatically from Ashrum Headquarters in Babylon City, where the infamous Aeon Ergo sat patiently in her office with an amused expression brimming. The report recieved detailed all the various information regarding the unexpected engagement of the Trantor Fleet, yet the Dragon cared not for most of it, skimming at best so as to avoid boredom. More curious to speak with these unknown surprises, the order was given ahead to the assortment of 200-Series Units who were now in full control of Zephyr's Super-Carrier.

Scratching her chin, the connection was relayed through the massive starship, a secure channel accessing Ryand's comm. systems. Without delay, the monitors were swiftly disrupted, a hack job worthy of a master as the main view screen switched over to the Crimson Knight Commander. Sporting her same black business suit, the woman's appearance may have likely caused some paranoia among the bridge crew. A creature that was obviously female, yet bore wings and a tail much like that of a Dragon's. Yet still, she seemed no different from any other Human, aside from her black, slick skin which shined slightly in the dim lamp light.

"Attention, Trantor Fleet. This is the Chief Commander of the Crimson Knights, and Grand General of the Imperial Army for the Aesir Empire. My name, is Aeon Ergo. We have recieved your declaration of surrender, and will accept on the following terms. You are hereby ordered to disarm yourselves and abandon your vessels, as well as deactivate all external and internal defenses. You will have one half hour to do this. If you have not done so in that time, you WILL be destroyed without hesitation. Furthermore, the rest of you may leave, but your Commander in charge of your Fleet will be staying to come with us. I wish to speak to them in person. I will be arriving soon, so I suggest you hurry up and make the needed arrangements to leave. Oh, and one more thing. I would strongly advise that you not try anything underhanded, for your sake." Giving a somewhat scary grin, the Dragon vanished as the monitor returned to normal, disconnected as Ryand's bridge returned to normal. Zephyr's ship also regained control once more, as they had also heard her orders.

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#, as written by King.
"You heard the lady! All hands to the surface. Gaël, your with us. Get down here, now."

"Don't tell me what to do, bitch."

Zephyr ignored the last comment as the ship had swiftly moved closer and closer to the planets upper atmospheric levels.

"Distress signals coming from a near-by craft. Stop the ship- Gaël, grab the vessel-"

"Vessels. Their are two. And your lucky one is such a pretty girl, otherwise I would just let her die. The other I don't know about... He isn't really cool... Don't know why they are together..."

"Just put them on the damn ship, and hurry!"

"Fuck you, I'm being nice. Be glad."

They were brought on-board the Super-carrier class ship and locked down. The covers were removed and the people were brought into a Zephyrs room. (The commander room, at least) They would stay on board until Zephyr had a chance to speak with them when they woke up.

"Entering the atmosphere in three. Brace for entry!"

The ship rocked as the pull increased on the outer hull.

Moments passed, it was relatively quiet for entry to a planet.

"I want half the crew to stay on board at level one alert. The other half go in the pods and follow my lead."

The crew that was heading out was ready in only a couple of minuets. They waited in the pods for farther orders, Zephyr went ahead.

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"Damn, it's just like the EFA, in a way" Tetsuya shouted, slamming his fist onto his command console, as the battleship sunk in the ocean.He did not want to take this mission, at all. Hell, he wasn't even from the same Universe as Trantor, but for some reason, the EFA thought that the "Supreme" Weapons of the Alliance was worth sending their flagship over through the Gate. Well, now he was back, under the Aggressor flag, working to save a planet again. With the loss of most of the fleet, it was alone. "We have 30 Mechs, and even with team ATX and PTX, we will have a hell of a time fighting an alien armada. "Eito, set a course for a continental slope. We will recharge and wait for any calls." "Yes Commander!" The XO replied, sending the ship into a deeper dive, two of its fusion engines pushing it deeper into the ocean.

Above Southern Sea, the Red Cross Flagship Hiryu Custom waited, its cargo of medical supplies and basic defenses entrusted to residents of the city. Several smaller Patlabor mechs were its escort, while inside, a odd boy sat, looking at a map of the sky. "The Skies, The Great Birds will return, the God Machine captured, but then, the bulldogs will return, and the skies and empire will all burn, with the man machine battling. The dead shall walk, when logic itself is kicked to the curb." In the middle of his vision, he saw a possible past, present, and future, Shaking his head, Minase sighed. "This is going to be a hell of a year, " he mumbled, before going back to check on the shield's status.

"Crew, you all escape. I guess I'm captured, so I'll see you, and if I don't, or this promise is *He cut off all external communication at this point for a moment* "The Cradles, still have our legacy, like it or not *Coms restored to the outside world again. "So, the Super-Excelion will arrive here in a ...several hours? Why was it out on patrol! A 70 mile super-carrier... it was in orbit of Armax..." Ryand then simply nodded, ordering the general evacuation. "All men, to the Escape shuttles. I repeat, all to the escape shuttles. The Excelion will take us home." Ryand then left the command controls of the SDF-1, and walked down to his personal machine, a very old Valkyrie VF-1. "Valkire, I guess you and I are going with these guys. "Ryand-Smith, OUT! LAUNCH!" The magnetic catapult tossed him into the darkness of space, the fighter flying over towards the enemy lines


The small Mobile Suit Whitebase carrier Jumped in on schedule, finding themselves on the other side of Terra. "Wide Area Scan, Haro, and explain why we don't have the SDF codes?" Captain Sumeragi looked, the main sensor grid reporting "No Lock" on most frequencies "MinovskyParticles! Minovsky Particles! System is jammed! Lasers only! Lasers Only!" The small, almost basketball sized robot said excitedly. "Then... Do a gravity check, NOW!" The gravity sensors brought up the massive super-carrier, and the escaping shuttles. "We are leaving. Full dive speed, before we have to fight the armada, NOW!" The Flight ensign nodded, taking the White Base style ship to the planet's deep oceans. The Crossbone Vanguard had arrived, their 5 Supreme Gundams waiting for their mission

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(Double post, I know, but needed to add info for later)

"Ryusei, we have to leave, the mech, the Hagane is calling us, and its a code blue!" Latooni's voice rang over the com, while the Huckbein stated to fly away. Ryusei shook his fist at the monster, saying. "I'll fight you latter, I promise that much!" The R-W Transformed again, the quick shuffling of parts shifting it to its R-Wing mode. The two mechs speed off, heading towards the Hagane's location, traveling across the sea

"This is Captain Lefina of the Hiryu custom. Magical Team 01, come back to base, that monster is not in your orders! Report back, ASAP!" Nanoha looked at Fate, and sighed, the two of them flying away from Alucroas's position. "Why did Captain send us back Fate-chan, we could have won!" Holding her axe with her, Fate simply shrugged her shoulders "Don't know, it must be some issue with the ship, but at least the crossbones are here." "Crossbones.." Nanoha's face had a look of confusion on it but Fate hushed her girlfriend, explaining "I'll tell you when we get back to our room.."

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OOC: I sent PM's to both of you about my attack, and from the looks of things and a comment made by Sugarcoat you're just going to blatantly attempt to ignore an obviously life-threatening attack. Oh well, you didn't acknowledge it. Your fault. Deal with it.

IC: A ferocious shriek was emitted from the bowels of the creature as the machine took off towards the ocean, tearing his wings out from his back and heading straight towards the towering pillar of rock which had been constructed by Agron mere minutes ago.

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The much smaller tid bits of ice which had been scattered throughout the area had launched the gathered particles left over from the laser and launched it directly at the ship which had done nothing to defend itself, no shields were placed up, no attempt at recapturing the blast through some sort of energy depleting device - absolutely nothing. Heavy hits were taken to the ship, tearing straight into the cannons, skewering the engines which easily took out the fuel cells used to propel the craft forward.

It became a sitting duck, ready to be slammed into by the massive pillar which had reached a viable altitude in easily enough time, spreading out and baring resemblance to a whip with multiple tassels, wrapping around the lower section of the space craft, quickly manifesting into the metal minerals, binding and spreading their influence ever deeper, stopping any chance of chasing down Ryand's escape pods along with his own speeder.

Agron continued to shake violently, spreading a cold front throughout the ship by changing the temperature of the particles which had burrowed into the surface, shutting clogging the power output systems with a heavy accumulation of frost, disabling the routers and spreading to the core, and breaking down any defense system they may have had against him.

After finally making it all the way through, multiple pieces of rock began falling into the darkened hallways, shifting the minerals of their bodies and taking on a coherent, anthropomorphic form. Their bodies were lined in crimson diamonds, whereas their fingers had small microscopic balls attached to them, spiked and pulsing steam seeping out through the pores.

Approximately twenty of them had made it on board; each and every single one having a connection to Agron who was bound to the ship by his pillar. Their means of detecting the enemy were by, creating visual images of the elements used to create construct for living individuals, skeletal structures, weapons that appeared to have been carried by a crew member, etc.

Every last one had been on Agron's hit-list, including the commander of the ship.

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In the meantime since Von had nothing to worry about any longer, he simply went back to his home and decided to sleep through all the chaos, not really one for war anyhow.

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#, as written by King.
"I got this little tick. Just stand back and watch hows it's done, bitch."

The Prophet speedily reached behind its back. In a small flash of white light two medium-sized cannons spawned inside the grasp of the golden machine. Holding the trigger half-way down the weapon tips began glowing with a bright white aura. The lips of pilot Gaël grew to a smirk as he thrust the targeting systems forward. Pulling his index fingers tightly together he released two bursts of anti-electron lasers. In less the one one-thousandth of a second the lasers were already striking past their intended target. After another half-second they struck the ground with a great explosion of white.

"And now my shining emblem of power!"

The inside of Prophet went dark, only a faint glow of gray shaded the cockpit as an advanced targeting system locked onto various parts in close confines to each other. The system locked on and the mech itself radiated with a bright white glow.

"Critical Point!"

The weapons on the mech fired simultaneously at the locations pointed at with the targeting system. Cracking sounds split across the surface in a large area. Anybody within several miles could potentially be deafened by the sheer volume of the attack. Before the sound even vanished, however, the beams struck the ground, crafting a solid line of explosions the beams passing right through the area in which the abnormal object was.

"Get the people off the ship within two minuets and put on the self destruct. That ships going to hell, whether you like it or not."

Before anybody could do anything to stop it the ships SD system was active by a powerful hack made by Gaël. Meanwhile the passengers speedily made way to the escape pods and mechs. However two people had a different idea...

{Somewhere on the other side of the ship}

"Hurry up, Heero! Somethings happening, I can feel it!"

"Alright, just give me a second. Aith Destructo!"

Every inch of metal and other substances were deftly removed without anywhere to go. They hadn't collapsed in, or exploded out- they simply vanished. The winds that suddenly roared inside the commanders room picked the two people from off the hovering bed. The male, slightly larger then the female, grasped around her tight with his head tucked into her shoulder. The female, Rei, did the same.

"Ready, Rei?"

"Yeah, I'll try my best!"

Rei slowly looked up and took as big a gulp of air as she could. She released a slight bit before her mouth opened wide with a scream of attempt. Two great wings, though they didn't visually look like wings- more then less the bone structure of them- grew from her back- bypassing her clothes without even touching them. They swiftly made-way to the ground near the city.

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#, as written by Ztar
OOC:I'm more than a little late with this but the departure is before the fire fight that just transpired.

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The wiry Al Bhed scrambled from his place upon the Super Carrier. His movement moving from a frantic sprint to a well balanced jog. He had been resting his lazy bum against the cold metal floor. His destination was simple the pods or super supositories as he liked to call them. A steady sound of foot hitting metal was heard as Alastor made his way towards the room. Placing his sights upon pod to his far right the tanned knight entered letting the pre rendered coordinates take him to the planet below.

"Now for take off. Hope their prepared for some world class fireworks whoever these guys are. " The pod launched. Alastor's body stiffened. His limbs restricted in movement from the sheer speed of the vessel. Then came the atmosphere that blistering wall of air particles capable of burning metorites and pieces of common shuttles. Of course this was CK technology some of the most advanced in their universe and probably many others. The pod easily withstood the increasing heat of the atmospheric friction. Alastor himself could only see black as his eye lids remain shut during the whole ordeal.

"Yr sheb!!!"
(Oh crap)

Contact with the planet had been made though a less than soft landing it was. The teen was thrown up slightly within the pod his cranium colliding with the ceiling of the vessel. Once the hatch had opened Alastor wasted no time in escaping from his transport running out of the pod and looking over the lands surrounding him. He searched his surrourdings first hoping to find a fellow knight to accompany on the mission. Alastor took a second survey of the area to find a city within his vicinity the target. He also spotted two figures in the distance that seemed to be flying towards the ground. Alastor started into a swift jog to make his way over to the city and now the descending figures also near the city.

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"The energy source became the medium for the manifesting minerals throughout the carrier, repeatedly fluctuating within the ship, rendering apart wires, steel beams which held the craft together, producing a wickedly loud tearing sound from the stress being placed upon the internal infrastructure. Slowly but surely this process was being quickly amplified as the monstrosity continued to spread his presence within the metal minerals which composed the craft.

Regardless of what had happened to the pillar, it no longer bore no consequence; as soon as the anti-particles came into contact with regular matter a powerful explosion was produced, obliterating the golden gundam in the process from its own lethal attack, killing Gael in an instant. Simultaneously the very atmosphere itself provided the heat needed to cancel out any further damage before it could accumulate - relieving the frosted boundary waters of having to deal with any extra annoyances.

The environment was enough to provide with ample assistance in protecting the pillar which had been undulating the entire time, producing no clear shot of the target, merely growing thinner along some sections while others retained their mass, giving way to the defensive flat-zone which had been brought forth along the ocean's surface.

Upon scanning the environment, it was clear that some sort of entities were upon the ship; regardless of the ethereal radiance they produced - they were detected through biological means, unrestrained by any prefabricated norm that would've suggested they were otherwise unable to create a lock on their target. The crimson diamonds seemed to act like runes, releasing the effect of the microscopic entities which had formed on the tips of their hands right after they formed their bodies.

Upon ejection, the steam which had been locked inside began to travel throughout the ventilation ducts, taking with them small frosted over minerals, unyielding in their contingency plan, adding assistance to the agents which had been wreaking havoc near the escape pods.

After all this had gone on, Agron had complete control of the middle section of the ship and the ducts where the crew were likely attempting to make their escape from. It took only a matter of sections, before everything which had binded and fused with the ship began to deconstruct everything from the inside out, slowly starting to decompose the ship along the mid-section, producing a massive crack.

Nothing could survive an onslaught of this magnitude.. and the entities which had burrowed into the ship just prior had absolutely nothing to worry about, melting their backs, producing an elastic band of molten rock, held together through thin hollow tubes of ice, producing a membrane which allowed them to safely soar along the suction currents which had been pulling out each and every occupant.

The rest of the pillar retreated back down to earth, after recovering the anti-body agents within the multi-digit appendage which had been formed to wrap around the ship. It was time to take the battle back down to land where he coudl be of much greater use to his planet."

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#, as written by Jii
THEME:Radiance”- Mami Kawada, Starship Operators Opening Theme

Without any kind of warning, a spatial anomaly could be detected not far off from where the surrendered Trantor Forces were positioned. Scanning instruments and gravitational systems going crazy, it was very much unlike a typical warp disruption, as though the very bonds of reality were being tampered with. The dimensional coding for the universe re-written before their very eyes, a blinding flash of dazzling blue lights radiated throughout the region. The mysterious spectacle was awe-inspiring, the beauty showing on all display monitors was truly a sight to be seen. The space within this zone no longer registered on any sensors, yet it didn’t appear as a worm hole. This was technology completely alien to this existence…

A few moments after its emergence, a vast number of large objects were indicated to be within the mass of light…not taking long to confirm that they were indeed starships…an entire fleet of warships. The sheer size of the force would have been enough to scare anyone, especially the already weakened Trantor battle strength. Thus far, the Trantor Alliance and New Terra had only witnessed what a few of these vessels were capable of…now they stood before the might of the Aesir Empire, not just a mere convoy… The 9th Imperial Fleet!

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The differences in designs compared to the convoy that they had been dealing with were rather apparent. These new battleships seemed far more stronger, faster…all around more superior to Zephyr’s assault force. Judging from their relative sizes and armaments, there was a single Flagship among them, with the rest of the ships strategically positioned around it along with what seemed to be five Carriers. Three Dreadnoughts were setup around the command vessel, the fearsome of them all, even more so than the ones assembled in the Crimson Knight convoy. Along with them, there were around twenty Battle-Cruisers, forty Destroyers, and eighty Frigates escorting them. Armed to the teeth and with enough firepower to lay siege to an entire planetary nation, the 9th Fleet was composed exclusively of starships manufactured by Ashrum Labs, built for the express purpose of waging inter-dimensional warfare.

The whole event had taken but a few minutes, the light eventually fading away as all navigational instruments within the vicinity returned to normal, as did the space surrounding the massive fleet.

Meanwhile, aboard the Flagship Sparta…

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“Mass-Transfer complete. All ships are at green status.”
“Dimensional Reconfiguration complete. No irregularities detected.”
“FCS Online. Weapon Systems functioning normally.”
“CCM Generators optimal. Defensive Systems also functioning normally.”
“Data-Link with Primary Server complete. Currently displaying all information regarding New Terra and associated star clusters.”
“Trantor Fleet and SOF Convoy registered. New Terra Surface Analysis complete.”
“As previously ordered, MtQC System has already locked onto all potential enemy targets. Fleet is ready to fire at any time, sir.”
“Two ships have been detected on the planet, which have broken their original formation. Adjusted aim of Main Cannons completed.”

The female operators continued their tasks with masterful precision and with meticulous detail, the 200-Series Observational Units proving to be more impressive with each sortie. Sitting in the Captain’s chair was the still grinning Dragon that Ryand had heard from previously, Aeon Ergo. Standing beside her was Admiral Brigtide, a giant of a man, nine feet tall and with bulging muscles. His hulking frame held with it intimidation and respect, dressed in the official white and black Navy uniform. Probably the most notable feature of his was his serious dark brown facial hair, a rugged man that he was, with golden eyes that of a Demon’s. His beard was much like those innate to Dwarves, even braded in the same fashion.

“So, that is New Terra?”
“Hmm… Yep, sure looks like it. There’s the Trantor Fleet too.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You should know better than to ask a lady what’s on her mind” the Dragon gave a toothy look, which the Admiral couldn’t help but chuckle about.
“Ok, ok. Let’s speed things along then, shall we? Open a channel to the remaining Trantor Forces.”
“Sir, there is a lone craft heading away from the abandoned ships.”
“Oh?”
“Looks like we found out which one is their commander.”
“Think its some kind of trap?”
“I don’t think they would be stupid enough to do something like that. Besides, we’ve already obtained the dimensional coordinates of where they’re headed to. If they try something sneaky, we’ll just make them wish they hadn’t. Just to be on the safe side, though…”
“Heh. Dispatch a squad to intercept that craft. Be sure to scan it for any kind of explosives it may be carrying. Don’t open fire unless they shoot first, understood?”
“Roger that. Squad 734 is now launching.”
“Once everything checks out, give them landing permission and guide them in once within range of the gate.”
“Yes ma’am.”

From one of the five Carriers, seven FAFNIR Orbital Mechs and five Lunar Fighters could be seen being deployed, making great haste as they flew out away from the fleet and quickly approached the Veritech while broadcasting an IFF signal to show no hostile intent.

OOC: Ryand, feel free to control the squad so we can try to speed things up a little bit. Not too sure what the deal is with Oni-Link and Forby, so I’m just going to ignore that for now until its resolved.

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OOC: Well, I'm going to be away, I'm going on vacation this Saturday. returning to America next Sunday. If there is another coup in Grenada "Knocks on wood" Then I may be back sooner, or later

The first FAFNIR Orbital Mech scanned Ryand's VF-1, the Voltaire's arms having explosive charges inside of them. The mech pilot, a human man, sighed, saying "We have enough firepower to blow you all to bits, and you have an old VF-1. are you trying to die?" Ryand simply laughed, explaining "No, these are the Pin Pint Barrier punch controllers, I did not have time to rip them out, so I left the detonators, and removed the punch ability. Its harmless, at most blowing my arms off, and that's if this thing is a rip-off VF." Accepting the explanation, The commander let Ryand into the flagship's tractor field, the small VF Transforming into its landing mode as it was pulled into the hangar. He was wearing the exact same outfit, as the first time he had landed on Terra, his old Private uniform still fitting after all these years. His dark skin gleamed against the harsh blue light of the fighter, his bald head hidden under the standard helmet of the VF pilot. He had on a dark set of all purpose pants, seals at where his ankles were turning them into an impromptu flight suit. The only indication of his rank was a set of tags on his chest, which said "Fleet Admiral Ryand Smith, Trantor Expedition Group, 001. "So...it goes full circle.." he thought, as a mobile docking elevator locked to where the cockpit was, giving him a path to enter the ship. Climbing down onto the flight deck, he expected to be arrested on the spot, and thrown into a massive dungeon somewhere.

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OOC: EDIT, adding another character not of mine, but as a favor.

At the Hiryu Custom's base at Southern Sea, Lefina looked over the new logs. "One Strike Freedom"Class mech. Comes with METEOR system, and various upgrades. Pilot, Only known as Baptista. One of the best pilots for hire, expensive, but with the known Chaos of the Terra system, is well advised. Managed Note: Do not treat with disrespect. Mostly unknown, but combat exploits amazing.."
"XO, why do I have to be the one who gets all of the crazy pilots.. this one probably wants to become one with her mech like Meister Ratbat!" The older man simply laughed, saying, "Well, its the joys of youth, after all. Just enjoy them, it won't last forever, after all." He looked down at Baptista's picture, the stock photo seeming a bit odd. "He will help us.." The ship's alarms rang out, the massive hyperspace warp breaking through. "Class... This is higher than the Aerogataters! This is a Balmer Class invasion!" The laser and what was left of the civilian satellite grid went active, the massive amount of ships taking over all screens. "Captain!" an officer shouted, "What do we do?" Lefina simply said , "Sat here, and broadcast or message of civilian defense. If they fire on us, retreat to the Cradle location! Send those orders to all in the ship!" The crew moved into their combat positions the RED Alert signs active all over the Hiryu Custom.

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OOC : I'll make a brief character description before posting in character for the our given situation.

Baptista is a charcoal haired man, somewhat spiked in a haphazard array. His age being only 21. About six feet in height, give or take an inch or two, with a handsome face, and quite youthful, making him appear only in his upper teens. He has a strong body, sloping upwards from his waist, to his strong stout shoulders. He is thin, only weighing about 170 lbs, and very fit. Has learned various types of martial arts, and has given countless hours to his mech, whether in combat or in simulation despite his age. Could be described as an ace, and somewhat arrogant, preferring the finer things in life, and more interested in the pleasure of women, than in the good of mankind. Although he is supposed to protect to the Hiryu, and it's passengers, his attention could be diverted away by another ace, or an attractive woman in distress.

IC : It was just another ordinary day in his lovable city of Southern Sea. He awoke within his room, and paced around for a few moments before deciding on a suitable choice of action. He had slipped on a pair of designer jeans, clinging tightly to his legs, while his upper body consisted of a white button down shirt, collar flared as an aesthetic preference, and a leather belt with a true silver buckle holding his pants onto his waist. Merely admired himself within the lengthy mirror upon his wall, just to the side of his bed. Much pleased with his appearance he sat down upon the edge of his somber wooden bed, dipping his hands into the chilled gel so that he could sculpt his hair into a desirable style for today's events. The emergency broadcast had awakened him just minutes ago, and his mind was quite unsettled, despite his daily duty of looking as good as he could possibly make himself. The day may have been ordinary, but the citizens within the city were alive with a newfound terror, invoked by the menacing force of these Crimson Knights. Was there any logic behind their brash, and extremely thoughtless attack on their world? Unsettled was an understatement though, for he had just been assigned to assist the cruiser Hiryu, which would be loaded to the brim with as many citizens from Southern Sea as it could hold.

"These assholes really don't know who they are dealing with, Strike Freedom and I are going to have to demolish them, no matter how many of those clearly uneducated fuckers that there are." He said this with a certain cockiness, lips slowly turning down along his face into a disgusted frown. "To think, attacking an entire planet and it's defenses without any meaningful provocation, it's unforgivable, I'mma gonna haveta change that..." It was at this moment that his frown revoked it's prior position, and projected itself as a gleeful smirk. His hands arose before him, body facing out towards the lush emerald foilage of Southern Sea's picturesque park. In his view, his fingertips could be seen combing at the tips of the trees, stretched out into the light of day from his balcony. A clenching of his fists ensued followed by a steadily changing voice, youthful and vigorous as his age, but certain malevolence echoing deep within it's message, "I'm going to crush them, and make them know my name, Baptista, defender and avenger of the people, fighter for higher, and a god among those who dare pilot a mech, haha....", his voice drifted off into a hungry laughter, echoing outwards into the lively and troubled city.

His attention drifted to the side of his bed, eyes looking onto a certain photo that stood up upon his bedstand. It appeared as if he was looking at someone, and not just something, his composure shifting from the previously maniacal arrogance of something resembling utmost respect. "I'll make you proud, no matter what happens," he muttered this under his breath, already causing enough ruckus with his earlier enthusiasm.

There wasn't too much time to spare, and even though an enormous war was at hand, he couldn't bare to leave his humble abode without the proper nourishment. Before making his way to the kitchen, he meandered on over to the control panel located just beside the door to the elevator. The building he lived in served as his home, and his area of business, if you could call it that. It was especially tall, layered with floors for different purposes, all relating to his business besides the final few which served as his living quarters. He owned the most reputable night club in Southern Sea, and if he wasn't known for his piloting abilities, he was known for this. Atop the beautiful piece of architecture was built a landing deck, specifically made to hold his vehicle. It was a sleek cruiser, and could be used to travel at leisure, entering and leaving the atmosphere of the planet at will due to it's highly capable manufacturing. With that in mind, he keyed in the appropriate codes to make ready his transportation for launch, being careful not to key anything in incorrectly so that he wouldn't have to correct himself if the situation escalated later on.

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::I'll post a new one later. <3~::

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Zeke’s pod landed on the planet’s surface, which then opened automatically just before he stepped out. He drew his weapon ready for anyone foolish enough to attempt to ambush him.

No one...I have to say I’m slightly disappointed.

Vegna chuckled in his mind as he said this.

Why? You should be thankin’ your so-called God that no one is here ‘cause you can’t fight for shit and I might not feel inclined to help ya kid.

Zeke looked around, taking in all this strange new planet had to offer. He always did this when he arrived at a new place. “Knowing your surroundings can mean the difference between life and death” he always used to say, just as Vegna laughed every time he heard it. Zeke spotted the city he was to head for straight away.

Doin’ it again ain’t ya kid? Ha ha ha.

Zeke chose to ignore Vegna’s words and began to move toward the large nearby city, of course nearby was maybe one hour away judging by the size of the city’s image but it was relatively close by Zeke’s reasoning, the reasoning of a crusader. He sheathed his blade in the strap on the back of his pants beside his other blade and ran for the city, while Vegna stayed uncharacteristically quiet in his mind.

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OOC: Flight Delayed, leaving tommrow, but as promised.... The Super-Carrier Class, Eltreum!
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Trantor Fleet Jumping Into space, from Trantor Advanced Galactic HQ No #0
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Info:Originally designed by Trantor Space Command as a planetary evacuation vessel, the Eltreum was the largest manned space cruiser ever constructed by non planetary mining means. It's immense cost was overshadowed by the creation of the [CENSORED BY ORDERS OF TRANTOR INTEL SERVICES].The vessel was later refitted into a combat vessel to be Trantor's Regional Command flagship when the aliens were routed on the defensive at
the galaxy's core on 22 May 2048. The ship contained a compliment of 800 Sizzler units and 3800 Cosmo Attack Fighter squadrons. Armament consists of literally thousands of laser cannon emplacements and photon torpedo launchers. In addition to these, navigational systems and mission operations were controlled by ESP enhanced humans and other intelligent mammals such as porpoises.

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The Exelion class was commissioned many years later after the war with the aliens started in 2021. The Exelion boasted a
fighter attack group of 880 Cosmo Attack Fighters and 1220 RX-7 Machine Weapons, which made up the bulk of the ship's primary attack units. It was definitely a ship not to be reckoned with. The vessel was heavily armed with numerous laser cannon and photon torpedo silos, and was also heavily shielded. The Exelion proved to be fully capable of standing its own ground under combat, as it had done on numerous missions. With Mission PAK upgrades, this ship was the model for the mass Production Exelion Fleet, upgraded with Nuclear, Fusion, and Anti-Matter as well as [CENSORED FOR GOVERMENT] explosives.

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The Luxion was one of the first starships built by mankind to explore the outer reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy. It is based on the first ships to find Holy Trantor, and as such, it is an all purpose freighter/support ship. They are commonly seen as freighters, but with the proper upgrades, even the lowly Luxion class can serve as a flagship.

"Tannhauser Gate.. Open! Maxium Warp... Set to Drive Alpha... Speeding in..." The thoughts of the psyker crew flowed through the very ember of space as the 100 mile long starship entered realspace in a high orbit above the Space Cradle, its massive appearance dwarfing the fairly large starship. Its sleek frames managed to gleam in the darkness of space, while its support fleet, a decent collection of 1 mile long Luxion class support carriers, freighters, and 15 escort Exelion class Carriers, each 70 miles long formed a standard formation, the super carrier and task force scanning the other fleet, sensors on and shields armed to the brim. "Attention Extra-Universal Invaders: You have arrived with an invasion army, on a world not in your own universe. You have assaulted a fleet, that had no permission from High Command to go on any offensive. You have had actions that could threaten war on all universal planes. As the 1st Mobile Watchtower, we are here to demand our prisoners, and declare the surrender null, as Ryand-Smith had no authority under our command to offer any surrender. If you do not comply, this will force the use of weapons that could threaten the very foundations of the multiverse. Do you want your ...what was it... Project H to fail... or worse, end all life in the local Group of galaxies?"

The voice of the collective officers all formed down to the main officer, Grand High Moff Murphy Godwin. He had seen this thing before, the massive wars, the use of galaxy busting superweapons... almost old hat, in a way, but he could simply see here that he was at a disadvantage. If, this was a standard invasion, most would use two scissor fleets, to hem the defenders, Battle of Reach tactics. He, on the other hand, was still in far orbit, which would force the first fleet to either microjump, and he would have them, or the second fleet would deal with the Sizzler and light Luxion forces. It did not matter, as the objective here was not a fight, but a testing of their fleet. "Unknown fleet, answer. You are not known through this region of space, identify and cease all jamming, as using Pskers is quite annoying...


In the Earth Cradle, a series of units waited. "So, this is GaoFighGar. It's not as strong as GaoGaiGar, but it should be able to knock out the annoying jamming probe. Its odd though. It shows up on no sensors, but it causes Earthquakes as it swims. Its like whoever thought of this had no idea about plate movement, and lava flow... Well, if you attach the Ganman drill to your Goldion Hammer, Gai, it will be a joke. Just slam into the lava, swim, and" "Yeah I know, HEAVEN... AND... HELL!" Gai nodded, walking up to the sleek super robot, already in its Final combination. "Ok, lets wake up... GaoMachines!" The massive robot roared, shaking the hall's earthquake resistors. "So, you want to kill the noise too, lets go!" Gai climbed in the main cockpit, his arms linking with the machine's controls. He checked to make sure that he could even move, while upstairs, Mikoto Utsugi , the mission commander ,looked down Gai.. he's going into the lava, to defeat the EL-01! Gai, your Mirror coating will last you about one hour in that stuff, so be careful!" Gai nodded, holding the premade Goldion Hammer. "Sinking the chamber... releasing lava into Dive Chamber 10." She held a bracelet in her hand, simply wishing and come back alive.

Ten minuets in, the sensor range of the Super Robot found a blank spot. Looking on the cameras, one would swear nothing was there. That, was their stupidity. In the heat of lava, and flowing and reveral of magnetic currents, nothing could not exist. "Be careful Gai! It could be rigged with some sort of Defense system!" Mikoto's voice rang faintly through the near constant EM interference, but Gai understood, first firing his simple "BROKEN....GOLDY...PHANTOM!" at the massive block on nonexistence. It projected a defense screen, something normal, all right. "So, you think you have a shield, do you? Well then..." The massive fist re-attached to the arm of the GaoFighGar, and Gai smiled. "Mikoto, can you.." Pulling out a card from between her breasts, she shouted "Goldion Hammer... SAFETY DEVICE.. FULL LIMIT RELEASE!" The card went through the scanner, broadcasting the full limit release of the massive Graviton weapon.

"As GaoFighGar started to glow a bright gold, displacing the Mirror coating, Gai ndded, knowing that Mikoto had come through, he turned to the blank spot on his sensors."Thanks Mikito,... NOW AS FOR YOU... Have some... HAMMER HELL!" Suddenly, he pulled out a massive nail, made of focused decayed protons, from the forward tip of the Goldion hammer. He then rushed forward, impacting the defense field with the power of several hundred thousand PSI, at a surface point about one micron wide. The shield, shattered, allowing the nail to impact the probe, cutting off its jamming effect. "HAMMER HEAVEN!" He shouted, pulling out the core electronics with the massive hammer proper. Then, GaoFighGar turned around, and suddenly crashed down the hammer onto the remains of the probe, causing it to explode in a massive explosion of light, the graviton shockwave ..."HIKARE NE NARI!" The massive hammer, as the translation would say, turned the massive jamming machine into photons, making the mantle layer of the Earth glow. Any ships jumping in would see a full sensor region, now unblocked by a ground based scanner. "Gai to Cradle... I'm going back... we did our operation.." Mikoto nodded, dropping the bracelet on the ground as GaoFighGar swam back, heading to the Cradle hanagar.

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It was time to leave New Terra. Walking swiftly towards the starship Kaiya, he knew that it would be a long time before he would have rest and peace. Seems like I'm almost always in a war. He sighed, then shook his head slowly, his cap unaffected by the slow shake.

Guards stopped him, checked him over and verified his identity, then allowed him to board his ship. It was all cumbersome, oh so very cumbersome. But it was a necessary delay. But soon, he knew he'd not need to worry about such delays.

"Captain! Welcome back!" He was caught by surprise, looking to his left as he boarded his silver starship and saw his avatar, Kaiya. She was standing there, smiling and waving crazily, happy to see him, though she could always accompany him wherever he went, but had been ordered to stay with the starship.

Moments later, a knocked over Akiro would smile as he held the solid-feeling Kaiya up and nudged her off. "Let's start for that fleet up above us, alright? Send out an IFF signal. Identify us. Say that we're noncombatants. At least, for the moment." That last, he muttered.

"You're not to fire on them unless fired upon. Scan them, let them scan you, but keep those weapons offline! Do not, under any circumstances, make any hostile moves. Is that understood?" He stood up, walking towards the bridge, brushing himself off all the while as he gave orders.

The floor under him vibrated as the starship lifted off the ground then began heading for the skies above. The heavens, so others had called space. As the starship lifted off, alarms went off.

"Captain?" her voice lilted up to him from below as he sat in the Captain's chair. "We're getting seismic activity! Jammers are offline, and now we can see the fleet above! A new fleet has arrived!" Then she fell silent for a moment.

Looking to the avatar slightly below his control station, he raised an eyebrow, as if saying Go on.

"We've reached space. Sending IFF signal to all forces currently in the area. Any other additional commands, sir?"

For a moment, he thought about it then, "Let's see what their reactions are before doing anything else. Be ready to bring weapons online if necessary. Otherwise, just cruise nice and slow and wait for instructions." He would then bring the visual up before him on the large screen, showing the fleets of both forces. "My god. Look at this. Good thing we have the Gates and Lyshriol..." He muttered as he stared in something close to shock, yet admiration graced his face as well.

"Do nothing." He reminded the avatar.

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The code had been inputted into his highly efficient system, and decided to keep with trying to enjoy the beginning of his day the best he could, while he still had the chance. His legs carried him down the hall, canting his head side to side to observe various photographs that specked across his walls' lengths. Many a time he had to leave his memories behind, and many a time he had come back to his dwelling, to witness his past, and the events that had accumulated within it. As he entered the kitchen, the cool ceramic tiles immediately adjusted their temperature to warm the bottoms of his feet. He trekked upon the atramentous squares, almost gliding against their smoothness, but still meeting with a special adhesive that was mixed in with the chemical composure so that friction wouldn't completely escape him whenever he'd walk upon them.

The kitchen was parallel with his bedroom, and shared the wide stretching balcony, but of course with it's own entrance onto it's birth. His highly acute sight caught a silvery, peach hued blur streaking down into the trees that densely populated the abundant park of Southern Sea. It seemed as if it might have been some sort of space rock, or maybe...maybe it was a ship. The defensive Trantor Fleet had been forced to surrender, perhaps it was an escape pod from one of the ships?

Forgetting all about the supple breakfast he was going to originally prepare, he quickly grabbed a hold of a few granola bars. He knew they were a bit childish, but he couldn't resist they entrancing taste, not only that, but they were nutritious as they were delectable. Now was not the time to dwell on his food. He rushed to the elevator, pressing his thumb to the gelatinous pad so he could open the large metal sliding doors. A small needle arose from beneath the gel as it verified his print, pricking his skin just enough to draw a miniscule sample of his blood.

"Fingerprint scan, cleared. Blood test, cleared. You may now advance." The doors parted at the middle, sliding off to the sides as he practically leaped into elevator's hold. Within it's chambers was a closet, suited with liquidous refreshments that were bottled, and his flight suit. "I'd better bring along the space suit as well," he told himself, grasping the handle of a rather large case as he hefted it off the shelf, having already adorned himself in the customary flight suit.

"Beep." This sound signaled his arrival on his rooftop, and he ran out from between the doors before they fully opened themselves. He turned his head back, ushering his voice towards the mic located on the wall, "Computer, lock down the house!" The beautiful and sleek vehicle shimmered with a certain brilliance with the sunlight's warmth, he traced his tips along the handle, causing it to pop out. Turning it, the heavily layered glass opened upwards, and he leaped in, heaving the enormous case up with him and tossing it into the somewhat spacious back. His ship was as fast as the military's quickest mech, and he'd use this to speedily achieve his destination. Following the same routine with the gel pad, his ship roared to life, relying on a compact Hyper-Deuterion Nuclear Fission Reactor to power it's frame.

He eased the engine up to full power, having a basically unlimited supply of energy at his disposal, and cast it upwards as it took off, the engine turning along sturdy hinges so that it faced off the back of his ship. Wings unfolded, and his elegant jet blasted out of the vicinity of his home, armed with a single rail type of contraption, along it, 6 MMI-GAU27D 31 mm CIWS were attached. The vehicle was only capable of combat with smaller ships, making it nearly impossible to take down a mech. It's lack of power was replaced with it's superior speed, and easily able to escape from larger mechs and most definitely those enormous starships that the military of both forces used.

The radar aboard his ship spotted a single organic life form, human, or human like as confirmed by the computer, having the images matched up with countless others to define the race and origin of the blip. His ship was camouflaged from sight, the cloaking system not completely invisible but mimicking the characteristics of the chameleon to an entirely new level. His engine adjusted quickly, hovering quietly above the two figures, as he stared down identifying the allegiance of the pod that had spiraled down into Southern Sea. It was not Trantor, and thus had to be a Crimson Knight vessel. Quickly strumming in the appropriate angles, the data streamlined through the system and the railgun on the exterior of the ship adjusted, poising itself to aim at the region that the one quite devious being encompassed. "I'mma fuck this asshole up, such a shame they hadda land here, hahaha...gonna add a couple holes to his body, rather large ones at that.", the machine gun type weapon, and the massive bullets were more than enough to disperse the single entity that was unlucky enough to crash land so near to him.

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IC: A plain, thin wooden staff with a crooked top clapped the steel floor of the Flagship, "Sparta" as Enoichi walked about his room, gathering things for the event. The tall figure was decked out in a terra cota shawl and with a long, multi-layered skirt, as long flowwing tabbards of the same color hung from his shoulders. He reached out a black furred paw and snatched up his Javanese Keris which he fit into a wide orange sash, the assymetrical scabbard ran up along the right side of his back, held in place by all the layers of woven material. He picked up a small assortment of various bottles and rolled up parchments which he placed into the many folds of his clothing.

The figure sat down on a bed with a sigh, his taught black lips curled into what looked like a peaceful smile as his amber eyes gazed up and the drab ceiling. He began panting, hoping to get outside and rest a bit on the ground, maybe see what this new planet looked like, and oh yeah.. there was a fight wasn't there. He took out a tortoise shell comb and began brushing the bright orange fur of his three bushy tails. A plate was sat beside his bed covered in apples and berries with a couple chicken eggs. He fit a few berries between the front fangs of his thin muzzle and tilted his head back as he grabbed a chicken egg. He cracked it with his grip and pressed his lips against the shell to catch the prize inside. He replaced the shell on the plate only after licking the inside, and his fingers, clean.

The old fox combed the fur on his head, straightening the orange and white hairs of his face with padded palms, before deciding that he should go and check on what everyone else is doing. A mostly clear ball of quartz lifted itself out of a closet and floated over to him, hovering just behind his right shoulder.

He placed a hand against the headboard of the bed and the other on his walking stick as he rose to his feet. The staff clapped against the cold steel floor as his old, inverted knees slowly took him towards the door, thick black claws clicking all the way.

As the door opened a memory flashed through his mind, it was the time when he was with RIka during the war on Heaven's Resistance. The two of them ended up in the middle of the desert, in a magically constructed, air conditioned, gazebo, drinking tea. They only went back to the site of the "war" when all was said and done to snag the defending base's hot chocolate.

The fox let out a quick giggle, seemingly without reason just as two crewmembers passed by, staring at him but not breaking stride.

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((OOC: Pic of Hayatoru: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/Hayatoru/img_0022.jpg ))

It was always important to have one's personal space.

Of course, when you often only come up to the knees of a person, its hard to get that space- often due to being kicked around. And that was what exactly was happening aboard the Sparta- troops, soldiers running around like crazypeople, albeit regimented crazypeople, but still with enough chaos to deprive the Tarutaru of his personal space. He gave a light, childish-sounding yelp as he was floored by the butt of a gun hanging too low on a passerby.

Never fails. Ever. He thought to himself, before standing up. Rather then follow the hordes off into the next no-doubt-cluttered hallway, he beelined for a windowport at a removed corner of the hallway. Leaning against the clear glass, he stared downwards at the planetary surface under him, eyes half-closed in his typical style. A smile graced his lips- for his childish physique, he seemed to be eerily serious most of the time.

"The ground is nice here...Shame it will be bloodied so soon." His smile twisted into a bitter smirk as his gloved hand reached down to grasp the pearl-white pommel of his rapier. As much as he loved that sword, physical combat was not his specialty. It was rather hard to be a battle-hardened warrior when some swords were bigger than your whole body. Regardless, though, to compensate for his size, he definately had..advantages of his own.

The ground here reminded him of that. It reminded him too much of home, too much of his exile, how he didn't really fit in. Even with all his time in the Crimson Knights he never was really part of a team. He had no friends...But it was probably for the best. The less friends, the less you recived suggestions to play football with the midget of the group.

Ah well. Shrugging a little, he turned and left the window, walking slowly down another hall of the flagship, the lights dimming as he reached the departure area. A silent chuckle parted his lips as battle orders were shouted...He didn't need to pay attention, he knew the drill. His right hand loosened, raising to his face a small, purple shard of crystal, glowing ominously along his face.

Oh yes. There will be blood.

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Falling behind intentionally a man of his early 20s unwillingly drudging along the hallways of the ship, Sparta. Rasler Virian isn't your typical soldier--It isn't because he is a unique human who possesses magical abilities over elements or the fact he can summon a guardian to aid him--Rasler isn't your typical soldier because he has no reason to be in the war, or any type of battle. He doesn't fight for glory, or family, or a loved one. He fights simply because there isn't anything else to do at the time. It doesn't matter who his opponent is or what they have done to deserve the death they have coming to them, the only thing Rasler needs his the waving hand of his commanding officer and it's go time. That's just the kind of person he is.

The two crewmembers that had passed him moments ago had soon after passed a certain member of the ship that Rasler has taken interest in. He scratches the top of his head, the short and spikey lime green hair shifts under his gloved finger tips. He would bother to fix it but really, it wouldn't do any good. His hair is and always will have a natural messy look to it. No matter how hard or often he brushes his hair it seems to have a mind of it's own and grows every which way. "Hey." Rasler says half-heartedly to the tall fox humanoid before him, a yawn attempting to break through his fingers as he brings his hand up to block his mouth.

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#, as written by King.
::So everybody knows, this section of my post is done where my last post-marker was. I had made a rather large mistake and instead of scratching the post I had left it, so I had a marker to show where this part goes.::

Several of the shots from his barrage had managed to strike the thing, but it refused to die. It wormed around still, and got a better grasp of the ship, which was now close to the explosion time as is. He watched with a half-dreamy gaze until being snapped awake by the jettisoning of all the escape pods. They made it out safely, and Zephyr's, too, launched.

"Fireworks..." A sinister smirk passed his lips as the ship was swiftly ignited with a huge explosion of burning red flames. It's explosive force was slightly less then two kilotons, by itself. However the thousand and thousand of missiles were also included in the powerful bang, increasing the output by several thousand times. The power was rivaling that of an exploding sun, mainly with the essence of being trapped and compressed by a powerful Anti-terror field produced by the Prophet.

A second smirk passed his face as he watched an object fly through space, which resembled something horridly close to what he had destroyed before, what they called a "Gundam". Perhaps this is the one that escaped? Or it could just be another worthless heap, like the first- like the Justice. However it had soon dawned on Gaël that was where a Crimson Knight had landed.

"Hmm, thats a guy I wouldn't mind meeting. His sanity seems to rival mine, but there is only enough for one of us. I'll have to show him a lesson before he tries to steal MY fucking way of life. God damn bastards going to die, and I'm going to spill his blood aaaaaaaaaaall over the planet until he stops bleeding." A small pair of ear-phones quickly pressed up against his ears and the sounds of 'Beethoven's Ninth Symphony' filled the cock-pit of the Prophet.



"Seems I've gotten to the surface one-way or another. Status report of all members of my SC ship." Zephyr listened in to the answers from the various units before nodding to himself with relief. Being as close to the city as he was he had started to make way to it, staying in the most well-protected areas around.


-=-=-::And this is where my post is currently, thus for your actions up until my last post are counted in this section. ::-=-=-

"Come on, prophet. Lets go save the fool so I can kill that mech. Would you like to do it yourself, this time? I won't stop you, I'm slightly tired so I will rest now. Wake me before his blood is released, though." He smiled as he closed his eyes and laid his head back. A mental connection being placed between the Angels (Prophet's) own brain and Gaël's. He sped off.

Moments before he had made it to the area the Prophets lasers released a line of fire, effectively removing any damaging shots from striking the human fighter. The guns didn't cease firing, and the Prophet was in between the oncoming weapon fire and the human on the ground. The weapon fire's speed wasn't much different from normal ones, but the Prophets shielding was much more powerful then anything this could grab. Even his very own Lohengrin would have little effect on the powerful Anti-Terror Field.

The Prophet had let loose an ear-splitting screech before dashing directly up the line-of-fire. Another screech resonated from the head-area of the Prophet, Angel communication, it would seem.

"Worthless, Prophet. Your supposed to say worthless before killing, not hey. Or in your case weak, or pathetic. If your in a battle you don't talk to the foes as friends you kill them. You kill anybody- even if not in battle."



::Alright, wrapping this post up, I'll explain it in a nutshell. Prophet has the most powerful Anti-Terror Field producable. Any normal shot will have NO effect on it. It's a spiritual barrier given physical form, thus for only other spiritual powers in the spiritual plain can affect it. Have fun~::

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Enoichi watched the floor as he was just trying to remember whether or not there was any plan for the upcoming battle, or more importantly if there were any sort of strange expectations of him. No, he was really called in last minute here, no details where given about even the terrain where the fight was taking place. His was leaning on his staff and plodding slowly down the hall when he heard a voice. He looked up to see a young man with messy green hair standing before him.

"Oh, hello." He said, trying to remember the man's name. Enoichi had always been a popular figure among the knights, the only true wizard that they had, he knew that he stood out pretty well, always getting special missions and often teaching classes. But as far as he could remember he had never trained the man before him nor gone off to accomplish some alterior objective with him... what was his name, what was his name... Oh well, maybe it would be better to steer the conversation away from names.

"So, what are your plans for later on today?" He blurted out, hoping to get the conversation towards finding himself a new partner/guardian before he actually steps outside of the ship. But not wanting to ramble on to someone who so far has simply greeted him. Yes, "what are you plans for later on today?" was a perfect line, now he didn't come across as looking desperate.

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#, as written by Zeza
Zeke turned around, startled to see a mech which was aiming at him get shot by lasers of another incoming mech. He hadn’t even noticed the first mech but he couldn’t help but wonder if Vegna had, he knew that very little ever escaped Vegna.

Whatever this ain’t the time to worry ‘bout this, I have to get out of here

Zeke turned away from the mech fight, something he would not have done if one of the mechs was not trying to kill him because this was the first time he had ever seen a mech let alone a mech fight. Vegna didn’t even so much as giggle in Zeke’s mind, this sent a shiver down Zeke’s back as Vegna usually revels in his near death experiences and normally jumps in if he was in extreme danger and this time was the closest Zeke had gotten to dinning with death. Zeke turned back one more time to see the mechs fighting, he had cleared some distance now but he could still she them quite clearly due to their sheer size.

Amazing...Vegna? You in there?"

Yeah, what do ya want?"

Did you know that mech was gonna shoot me down?"

Maybe...Maybe not, I got a lot on my mind kid, leave me alone

Zeke was shocked by what he heard, but tried to ignore it as he came close to the city.

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Rasler's dull green eyes are a perfect match for his hair and facial structure. Though it is odd for a person to be born with such genetics, this man seems to make it work. He walks up to the side of the fox human, but doesn't get too close out of respect not fear, and looks up to his animalistic eyes.

"Hopefully nothing, sir." He nods with a gentle smile of boredom. "But I have been called onto to this ship, so... I suppose my plans are obvious." A slight nervous chuckle runs from his thin pale red lips.

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"The events unfolding before the very eyes of the abomination were enough send chills down his spine, examining the situation with his crimson eye. Everything was starting to tint the once blue skies in a yellowish explosion streaked in orange.. ready to engulf what had been guarding Terra throughout all the chaos. This was something he absolutely would not tolerate.. as well the subconscious entities living inside the secondary plane which he was about to access; and protect Agron with.

An incredibly loud buzzing sound engulfed the area in an instant, giving off massive bursts of electrical energy, tearing open the portal which lead to the dark realm. Nothing could be seen except the light given off by the charges being twisted and contorted due to pitch-black, gelatinous composition of this unknown 'realm'. It released a viscous substance upon the lower half of the previously formed pillar. The drones which had escaped from the ship just prior took on the very same coat; their runes activating as they came into contact with the material.

As soon as the explosion reached the bottom of the pillar, Agron had been coated along the bottom with this metaphysical material, protecting him from the after-math of the explosion. He lost a portion of his body to the inferno, however it would quickly be replaced soon enough.

After the fires subsided, the dark substance which had surrounded Agron began to compress, and the runes along the drones which had been released began to give off a red aura, locking onto the location of arcane project Xelas AF364j5. All this information had been accumulated from the previous conflict known as The Borrower, utilizing a power similar to what Agron had come into contact with during his previous encounter with the project.

Alucroas let out a commanding roar, combined with the ferocity of an ear-piercing shriek. And the substance responded, warping them 500 feet above the surface of Luna: one of Terra's moons located just 10,000 miles from the planet. Alucroas emerged through the very same portal which was widening to accomodate more room, releasing Agron from its hold, gently releasing them onto the surface twenty feet away from where Xelas had been situated.

They had met up, and Alucroas let out a brief gargle from his vocal chords, releasing a small electrical burst of energy which traveled all the way from the moon and to the abandoned space-craft, which Ryand had left over. For the time being, Alucroas merely hunched down on its stomach, waiting for the project to show some signs of life while Agron absorbed a large portion of the rocks on the moon, forming a massive forty foot tall being making his way back to Alucroas' position and standing there, stoically and observing the figure as well."

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A crew that would force one to turn the hands of time itself, that would change history, literally. A team that would be assembled from the darkest and brightest contrasts of the universe.

In a world of war and gunfire an peculiar adolescent catboy sat perched atop his superiors chair with a boyish grin across his effeminant face. The majors' face twisted and contorted in ways not meant to be as his body changed shape and size, becoming more slender and more pale. A boy with the mind of a child merely seeked what was 'fun' or his idea of "entertainment". He only wanted to play a game, and a game would be what was granted to him, one unlike any other. The pale man sitting in the throne spoke up to the catboy. "All the fun to be had is not here. Travel with me and I may show you where the true battle lies." The boy hopped off the chair, dusting off his adolf-youth outfit, adjusting the band with the swastika on it.

"Meh, what kind of battle?" He queried, it seemed that the old saying curiousity killed the cat was applicable.

"One unlike anything you've ever seen.." Said the dark figure, "I have use for your abilities. Join me and we can skew the settings of the universe, not just europe."

The boy's ears perked up as if he had heard an incentive worth working for. The duality of the boy was easily distinguished, his personality was a polar opposite to his true being: naive as he was he had seen such catastrophe everywhere, and even had an ideal of what he was talking about, though he put minimal thought into it. He had been used as a tool for most of his life and he would continue to be as such to this moment.

"Okay." He said.

And in a wisp of black smoke they were gone.

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Lucious foliage twisted upon each other as a single idealistic fellow sat atop a rock in a state of what seemed to be deep meditation. He was dressed in common edo-period garb, his legs folded across each other, eyes shut. His dark hair tied back, with the exception of his sideburns and bangs. His eyes opened and immediately he spoke:

"Who's there."

"A friend."

The japanese man slowly closed his eyes, "Welcome, friend." He stated. Though he was still fully aware of his surroundings. The sound of the waterfall in the background steadied his nerves and seemed to wash his care away just as steadily as it eroded the very rocks it ran over. "I have use for you," Stated the dark figure. "Come with me."
At the demands of the shrouded fellow the ninja did not comply. "I have much matters to attend to here, as soon as I finish with this I am going to resolve matters between my clan. I am afraid I cannot aide you."

There was an awkward silence between the two and then the silhouette spoke, "There is a difference between the inability to... and the lack of proper motivation to.." The man was silent. His response stood firm. "The stone erodes to the water, the only factor is time. If even a massive falls like this can grind away over the years, then so may you." Nothing, there was still silence.

"I detest such measures to accomplish my goals for someone who is an ally... but I am afraid I must resort to force." The shade said.

Almost instantaneous with his speech the Japanese man hopped to his feet, flipping off the slippery stone with unerring grace, he threw what looked like a small wakizashi at the shadow, tendrils of darkness seeped out from the long flowing shadow, they reached up catching and entwineing the blade without the physical form of the figure making any sort of motion. He then threw it back, his motive was intensely violent, his eyes glazed over as he set forth proper defenses.

Before the blade even left the shade's hands the Japanese man's eyes opened wide, a dark, violent green hue surrounded with rings of yellow glared back at the shadow. "You will do no such thing.." He spoke. He reflected the malice of the man directly back at him. There was something wrong, though. When he looked at the man and opened his eyes he only saw the image of all of his clan being forced to kill themselves similar to what his own doujutsu was doing. He gaped in disbelief as he watched what was happening, then turned his head away, closing his eyes.

"Futile." It seemed like the devil, himself spoke. "Do not mourn, I have yet to kill your precious kin; though you will do what I say or I will make this a reality."

The man hesitated in his assault. "Stop, I will join you, there is no need for such extremes."

Within the shade of the trees a large grin was seen, with deep red eyes. "Perfect..." said the voice, which deeply resonated.

Then, just as before, they were gone in a wisp of black smoke.

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All my preparations have been set, now is the time of my triumph.

The three of them were only left in darkness, though it was liveable. Bewilderment washed away from their frames as the shade spoke. "Allow me to introduce myself."

"You may call me Magnus." He said. A faint light began to shine within the room they were in, technology they had never witnessed before was set in front of them, a sleek design to the inside. There stood the catboy and the ninja in front of him, Magnus seated in a rather ornate throne he notioned to two spots in front of him, one for the neko the other for the ninja, respectively for their positions.

What looked like some sort of tube used to preserve someone or recuperate them was in spot of the catboy, and he stepped inside of it. "Xelas" the dark figure had and the response was the door to the tube immediately shut in front of him, causing him to jump. The chamber filled with a water-like substance as a mask came over his face, connected to tubes which were suspended atop the chamber. Small wires came and attacked to where was assumed to be major arteries of the catboy, presumptuous as it was, it was declared his anatomy would be the same, prior to the connection of the little suction cups. A sedative seemed to be filled within the fluids because after a few moments of writhing the boy stopped moving completely.

Magnus looked from him to the man, then pointed over towards what looked like a stool, with a panel in front of it, and some sort of helmut suspended above it. He complied and sat in the stool, the visor and helmut lowering in front of him as he placed it atop his head folding the front over his eyes, which forced his eyes into that unnatural state that he had previously manifested when he assaulted Magnus.

"Now.. to assemble the fleet." He said, the second flagship was on their way, recently had he communicated with the leader of Dreadnaught, and though they weren't as primitive as he had thought, he was still far more clever than they.

Their location now was literaly inside Arcane Project 5.

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From the outside it seemed like an ordinary celestial body; hidden deep within it was those three who would perform their raid. Fissures cracked at the surface intricacies were formed within the arcane project at an unprecedented speed. Nearly-instantaneously the ship was crafted out of the solid alloys available and formed meticulously. Every angle accounted for and every function of the ship seeming to take a point of self-reparation. Light dawned down on them on the deck as Magnus viewed the screen in front of him getting a clear view of space from the surface where they were.

"Charge the thrusters, put power at 30%." He said, speaking to a member of the crew that didn't seem to exist. Then at the backwards thrusters a massive collection of energy piled within the core. The ship rattled at the end as the orb of energy got more massive, quickly. A voice overhead spoke within an accumulation of tones, some which weren't even comprehensible, few which were english, oddly Magnus understood it with little difficulty he perceived "Power at 5%, 10%, 15%," Meanwhile the fissures upon the surface intensified, opening wide down to the very core of the celestial body. "20%, 25%" Light filled the crevices as rock and debris shook off loose ends. "27%.." The ravines that were formed split like open sores "30%"

A series of incomprehensible sounds passed over head as the level of energy had been fulfilled. The cracks in the moon split apart and a blinding light shone from the crevices everything rattled as the very surface of the sphere shone with an illuminated hue, it rocked violently as the thrusters pushed off at 30% power and then the explosive release of the gathered energy was enough to push the already weakened state of mass into an explosion that seperated the various pieces hurling them off into the vacuum of space with a blinding light and a massive 'bang'. The forward push rocked Magnus back in his seat momentarily but freed his ship of the moon, allowing xelas to freely act now without constraints in movement.

"Auto-amplification defense module engaged." He left his other defenses to his two crew members he had acquired. As the hull began to sleek over gaining a quicksilver appearance to the large titanic ship. On one of the screens he viewed his second ship was en route for backup and would assume formation with him as soon as it caught up. He viewed all signs on his ship as the qualities of xelas seemed to be rampant around every aspect of the ship.