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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 [84] 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 [77] smart, quick, kind, trustworthy
Delamia [77] smart, quick, kind, trustworthy
Viv Sorin [74] Cynical, and Sarcastic Wanderer
Helena Cain [70] Fleet Admiral in the Aschen Confederation
Mossovet Something [66] It's hard to say what...
Ryan Riley [61] 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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OOC: on my vaction, and I see a super mecha? My a man can't get some rest![OOC]

The Earth Cradle's base sensors sounded an alert. "Code blue! There is an AT field in the area! Call anti Eva operations! Magical shojou is requested!"

The officers of the TSAB ran to the Main ops room. The view of bridge officers filled the air with a dark tebsion. Inside the prep room, two young women were getting ready to battle the apparent "angel" class being. "Nanoha-chan, we have to set up! Our mecha are waiting!" Nanoha placed her staff down, finishing her transformation. She was wearing a fairly bright outfit, resembling the older United States Navy uniform, and she had a pink and yellow staff, with a dagger point at the headm "Raging Heart, let's go, Fate-chan is waiting," and as she called, the staff's red core crystal glew. Her magical Gundam rose from the hangar, the Hi-Nu waiting for its mistress.

"Fleet inbound! Class Organic! Activate GN and Photonic Shields!" The Trantor fleet assumed the three dimensonal sphere formation, preparing for space warfare. Fighter wings flew alert, while mass production super robos waited, their Hot Blood and Guts systems waiting for first strikes.

[OOC]I am on my celluar phone machine. Pardon any poor spelling, posts are an all organic product.

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#, as written by Jii
The interior décor of the giant Super-Carrier class Starship was even more curious than its outer surface, strange green lights surging throughout the walls, floor and ceiling like veins pulsing. Ryand found himself in but one of Hangar Blocks onboard the Imperial Flagship, a series of space operational FAFNIR Units docked in maintenance terminals on standby, with their pilots patiently waiting at the ready to jump in at any time. It was then that a few soldiers showed up, dressed in the standard tanish uniforms with full body armor. They each wore helmets with face masks which obscured their visage, the one man among them speaking through a speaker built into it.

“We shall escort you to the bridge. Please come with us.” Despite the circumstances here, the soldier appeared to be quite friendly to the so called captive. Likely raising even Ryand’s eyebrow, the guards didn’t make any attempt to use restraints on the man, expecting him to simply comply. Leading the prisoner away from his craft, an odd blue light was released from the floor underneath of the Veritech, totally encasing it within what appeared to be some sort of barrier field. In a flash, the fighter ship vanished into thin air, leaving nothing left of it behind in the vast hangar…

Meanwhile, back on the Command Bridge…

“Ma’am, our sensors are reading movement within the wave. Another fleet is enroute to our location from outside the perimeter. ETA in ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five…”
“Hmm? Wonder who these guys could be.”
“Probably the ones coming to pick-up the evacuees” the female Dragon took a bite of some rock candy sitting on the counter with a loud crunch. When the Eltreum emerged along with its legion of escort vessels, a large monitor manifested in the center of the expansive bridge, displaying the Trantor Forces upon it as the voice began to speak out to them, and not too friendly either.
“Is this guy really serious?” Aeon just sort of choked on her candy as she began to laugh inwardly to herself.
“I guess he is. Yet still, I find it arrogant of them to try demanding things of us, considering they have no idea what we’re capable of. Judging by the data collected from the previous engagement, we are the ones with the advantage from a tactical standpoint.”
“Open a link with their lead ship.”
“Yes ma’am, just a moment… Connected.”
“Attention, Trantor Forces. This is the Grand General of the Imperial Military Forces, and Chief Commander of the SOF Crimson Knights of the Aesir Empire, Aeon Ergo. I have personally come to oversee the surrender of Fleet Commander Ryand and his men, which by all rights, could have just been destroyed by now and sent back to your superiors as space dust. The Trantor Alliance has gotten in the way of an SOF Operation taking place on New Terra, and as such, are seen as the aggressors here for sticking their noses in where it doesn’t belong. We were under no obligation to accept a surrender of any kind, and it is by my decision alone that their entire force was not obliterated. So, now that this has been explained, I suggest you pick up the evacuated personnel of the surrendered ships and leave here post haste, unless you fancy being added to Trantor’s casualties.”
“Sir, a small craft is approaching from New Terra” one of the female operators announced with an emotionless expression. Admiral Brigtide glanced over the smaller display on the console in front of Aeon, who was too lazy to look at it herself.
“Looks to be a private civilian ship of some nature.”
“Scanners indicate that the craft is armed for combat, but its weapon systems appear to be offline.”
“Let it pass unharmed. Send it a message giving it permission to move through our fleet, and that we’ll offer it safe passage.”
“Understood. Transmission sent. Orders received by the rest of the fleet.”
“Good. We can’t allow innocent civilians to get mixed up in these kinds of things.”

It was around this time that the doors in back of the bridge slid open, revealing Commander Ryand and his escort. The soldiers unexpectedly left him there, walking away as the doors closed behind him. Aeon turned her head to notice the man, turning the chair somewhat so as to look at him. “My, what good timing you have. You better try talking to these morons” she greeted him with an annoyed grin as the General pointed up at the giant monitor showing this new fleet’s leader. Admiral Brigtide gave a casual wave to Ryand before crossing his muscular arms again as he explained the situation.

“These people claim to be associated with the same military as you, and are demanding that our prisoners be returned and your surrender be rescinded. They have also threatened to use deadly force if their demands are not met. It would be best if you tried to speak to them about this matter. Otherwise, we may be forced to take things into our own hands.”
“At this point, I don’t really care anymore. Hey, send a message back to Ashrum to have them get the Courier System ready to be used. If they show any signs of mounting any sort of attack, they’ll be sorry they ever came here.”
“Understood, ma’am. Orders sent. Trantor Fleet Dimensional Coordinates sent. Received.”

All the while, elsewhere onboard the Sparta, a young girl with short blue hair could be seen riding through the halls on what looked to be a pair of roller blades. Rika came to a stop when she saw Eno chatting with another Crimson Knight, waving her arms as she shouted out to him. Swiftly, the woman rushed over and tackled the foxy Faith Chanter, clinging onto him while smiling at full blast, a pleasant sight reminiscent of a field of flowers blooming in spring.

“ENO! Yay-hay! I missed you!” the rambunctious girl laughed out, nuzzling against his fur. She hadn’t seen him ever since they got separated from each other the Egressues Military Port Station back at Babylon City.

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OOC : Alright, it's been three days. The notice was posted on Tuesday, today is Friday. The honorable Sugar Cube and Zeza, your posts are being ignored. Also, Sugar Cube you would have killed Zeza if your post held any valid actions in the first place, since you were shooting off enormous amounts of energy, and I was supposedly in a mech with a nuclear fission powering it.

But none of this is true, since I was in a ship, that resembles a jet in some ways, except with a rotating engine, to hover and/or to fly as a normal jet plane would. And Sugar Cube was in space to begin with, so the time frame, and location of Sugar Cube was simply not in the realm of possbility of achieving a one hit, god mod kill.

IC : Baptista was staring down upon the man, his chameleon like camouflage blocking the ship's true location from the naked eye's view. He was nervous, but only because it seemed down right malicious to simply dispose of a single person without so much as a worthy notice. But this was war, and he would try to remain imperturbable when faced with such honor lacking situations. Had the man been armed, he might have taken some joy in the murder he was about to commit, but sadly, he was not.

Double checking the angle at which the rail was set, he made sure all systems were a go before placing his hands onto the trigger stick. It was a simple enough device, joystick and a trigger, unfolded from beneath his comforting, leather bound seat. He stared down once more, and then turned his attention upon the monitor, locking on to the source of life below him, just standing there, literally unawares of the most likely immediate death that was about to rush down upon him.

"Click," his finger pressed down onto the trigger button, an electronic pulse shooting through the wiring and signaling the rail gun to commence it's downpour of immense slugs into the unnamed Crimson Knight. In his mind, he named the man, briefly parting lips, "Sorry there Ignotus, it's a shame we couldn't have done battle on equal grounds..." His words flowed from his moistened lips, harmonious in their passage, and ending just as the bullets pummeled, and dilapidated his helpless figure. At such a range, and such a speed, while being unsuited to defend himself against mech hull piercing rounds, the target would certainly meet Fate. Hopefully Fate would grant him a just passage into the after life, and exalt him with a ceremony that would bring jealously to even a King.

The man's life would most likely be completely extinguished, and his body, frazzled and torn beyond anyone's capability of recognition. Such a brutal murder caused him to shiver, taking into account the love of war, he wished there had been more of a battle. But not everything could be equitable, the bittersweet blotch that soaked into Gaia's hazel hue proved that much. Shaking his head, clearing it of all depressing thought, he regained his normal sense of pride and livelihood. "Tch, it was a shame, but it hadda be done. The fucker shouldn't have landed so close to me, perhaps I wouldn't have noticed...Ah well, just another casualty of war, the opposition is going to be facing countless more of those if they dare to cross me, those ignorant god complexed bastards, fuckers like them always die in the end. No skill, only a false sense of hope, all based on an opinion of who has the bigger dick."

His solitary speech had caused him to chuckle, the sound of his laughter echoing in the hollowed out cavern of the cockpit, "Now then, I guess I should join the Hiryu incase those assholes choose to attack a ship filled with civilians, I wouldn't count them out on it." Fingers quickly stretched across to the panel before him, plugging in the location with a hurried composure, face contorted in concentration so as to not create any mistakes that may delay his venture of aid to the ones who needed it most. "Well, time to resume what I was doing...," and his engine rotated on it's axis once more, flaring to life without the emotion of any disturbing sound. All that came from it was a brilliant light, transplendent in it's shimmering life that grasped at the air it singed. His path was set, and his resolve was stronger now that he had dispatched one of the enemy, but it was only one out of thousands, perhaps even millions, he was still unawares of the numbers possessed by the opposition. With an alacritous velocity, his vessel propelled itself towards it's worthy destination, unseen, without any reason to be, and with sturdy disposition.

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#, as written by Rize
At a point set somewhat at the crux of a ninety degree angle between the Aesir fleet commanded by the Sparta and the planet of New Terra itself, there emerged an anomaly. For an instant, the fabric of the dimensions seemed to almost... vibrate. And then, sparing but half an instant for anyone to notice the anomaly, a ship slid forth into the space surrounding New Terra, like some mammoth blade sliding piercing through from the other side of a length of fabric, only this particular blade left no hole behind to mark where it had come from and was known by the name of the MCS San Rafael.

The captain's voice hammered through the bridge, his traditional gruff demeanor and exuberant orders nothing new to his practiced and accomplished crew. Half of the man's commands had already been carried out, and the other half were in the process.

"All shields at maximum, hail the Sparta and let her know we're on scene and that we've got a Storm Rider with us. Give the commander some stats on what we're packing here as well, and by all the GODS get the Quantum Drive activ until I say otherwise!"

Even as the transmissions were being tight beamed across to the Aesir fleet, and more spcifically to the Sparta command ship herself, the San Rafael took on a distinctly translucent appearance as the Quantum Drive engaged. In the instant of its activation the San Rafael and everything onboard dipped into a lower quantum state of existence, partially removing them from the reality currently occupied by the warring fleets. While they were still able to communicate and utilize sensory systems, physically they would be wholly untouchable. Of course they woulndn't be able to touch anyone else either, but for the moment they didn't have any reason to do so. For a brief instant, anyways, things looked to be in the midst of a brief but tense standoff.

"Scan for any distress beacons, any IFF. First and foremost I want to make sure there aren't any people floating around waiting to be picked up or blown apart."

Commander Reia Talen's smooth voice was a distinct counter to the captain's, Meridian's chief military officer making it clear that her priorities here were first and foremost the safety and health of those involved, and an effort to minimize casualties on both sides.


[OOC: Ok, if anyone would like information on my ships, people, or anything else in the post feel free to ask.

As far as what just occurred in the post above, I would like to ask that post to be fixed. It is incredibly unsportsmanlike and incredibly asinine to attempt to automatically kill off someone's character based on the fact that you don't think they should have been able to do what they did. Particularly when the mistake made, if there was one, would have been made by Sugarcube, and not Zeza. Killing his character in that manner is not acceptable in any degree.]

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#, as written by King.
::Read this shit, you ignorant bastard. Learn to fucking read shit before you accuse people of godmodding. It's noobs like you that give me a headache of god-damn wars. If you want to farther discuss this shit speak to Jii, I'm tired of discussing shit with people that contradict themself.::

Gaël just stood their. The Angel's head already knew where the cloaked ship was, he wanted to watch the expression when the shots fired just fell to the ground as the extended AT-Field blocked the incoming fire to the ground human.

"To fucking weak. And I was expecting something from you bunch of fuckers. Tell your commanders that they better get better weapons to fight me next time, 'cause I will come back. And heres a present."

Gaëls "Anubis" weapon quickly fired a beam of light which was neigh dodgeable, mainly from a jet. The AT-Field protecting the human on the ground was released and the Prophet let loose a screech before the object transformed into a different form, not quiet like anything else. It quickly went off, speeding faster then sound, as it ripped right through the atmosphere and into space.

"I fucking expect better next time!"


::Now that your machine is dead I'll go ahead and drop the Prophet out of this war since all your people know how to do is whine god. Good luck dodging something that moves the speed of light.::



<Zephyr>
"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death.

He waited on the outskirts of Wing city, their was nothing they could do without risking innocent lives.

::Editing Zephyr's section to state which city he, and the other CKers, are at.::

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OOC: I can't leave you bastards alone, can I? Well, I'll show you all the power of Magical Shoju!

The Hi Nu took off from the inner launch tunnel, traveling at speeds resembling an Evangelion takeoff. Commander Shinji Ikari looked on the Earth Cradle's sensors. "Just like the old days..." He muttered, while Fate's custom Dynamic General Guardian, Deathcythe @, was moved to launch tunnel 2. "Launch Fate! Get the fleet on the con, warn them that this fleet has Class 9 super weapons, and get Subaru in GaoFighGar! We need all the super and magic we can muster!" The chief bridge commander noded, her pale blue eyes glowing as she activated the magnetic assist console.

In the launch bay of the space cradle, Admaral Hayate looked at her naviscreen. With the sphere formation, it would take a power equal to a small sector Q to defeat the sheer asbortion of the general walls. She smiled, taking the message to the alien fleet. "Listen. Our shields can handle any attack, even your trans phasing shield busters. You aren't the only research group with super science. Hell, why come to a fight, but if you want one..." The other command officers shouted in unison "We will show you the power of commerce!"

"Vita..." Subaru shighed as she touched the side of GaoFighGar, the sheer raw magic in the mech nearly overpowering her. "I know, its a lot, but think, your brother would be proud..." She wiped a tear from her eye, as the short, permantly lolified Sub Commander turned to the young teenager. "Now go, and Tia will be in the Victory, so all of you, fight, and win, for Free Trade!" "For trade!" She shouted, jumping into the Super Robot's cockpit. "Subaru Nakjima, pilot of GaoFighGar, requesting launch on pad 9!" Shinji nodded, as Askua simply shouted to the rest of the Ops room "Come on, honey just asked for a launch, let's show him how we do it!" The crew nodded, ordering and adjusting the path of electrons into the massive elevator system. Subaru reeled at the g forces, as she was launched from the massive mountaion, forming up with the other Magical Girls. The hi nu and DGG waited for GaoFighGar, as Tia looked at the other three. "Subaru-sama is ready... I am her gun..." The customized Victory Gundam aimed at the massive phrophet, charging a combination of magic, Mega-Beam, GN, and Getter particles at the Phrophet, the combined blast taking down the AT Field from several miles away. "Just like the Angel of Retangles... Trans
Am on reserve... Nanoha, Fate, Subaru, go, finish the mecha!"

"Heh... They will fight, for this little world..." He said, as the escape pods drifted back to the ships, several pilots using the newly freed airwaves to restart the Starships. The SDF-1 suddenly booted up, and assumed a protective postion around the escape pods, its Spiral power online. The other transports flew towards the Sphere formation, scrambling jammers, and activating shields. The SDF then activated its tractor field, dragging more crew into its bays. The scene was set for the battle of New Terra. The galactic record would note this, for good or ill.OOC: I return to USA Sunday, at what, 12 midnight, so don't expect me back till Monday. This will be fun.

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#, as written by King.
::You have just god-modded the Prophet, Ryand. I'm not asking for you to edit it. In fact I'm going to totally blow your fucking mechs out of the space. Remember, you did this to yourself by striking retreating Prophet.::

The prophets engines quickly roared on once again as a super-speedy burst of energy propelled the Angel forward.

"And I was fucking tryin' to be nice and let you fuckers live! I'll fucking show you, you fucking bitch!" Gaëls right hand smashed into a small button on the side of the cock-pit. As the spring beneath the object was pushed down it forced a small plate to slide and clash with an object, activating the Restraint Release function of the Angel.

"I'll fucking make you bleed, bitch!" The thick armors of the Prophet quickly fell off as it was left with flesh, resembling that of a ghost. It's skeleton-like head looked over to the mech that had fired the weapon. It's black-as-abyss eyes scanning the entire space area, and gathering the information that they thought was so secret. Any piece of information was speedily placed inside the Prophets brain. Seconds passed before it tore it's eyes away from the newly informed-of gundam.

The stripped prophet started slowly, though speed was evidently increasing per millisecond because within ten seconds it was ripping through space at speeds just less the light, seemingly teleporting. The distance was closed quickly, and it was already behind the gundam in which fired at her. By now it didn't need weapons to fight these things. However the two optional weapons remained within the confines of the "holy zone" which only the Prophet can access. As of now it had four blades outstanding from it's body. Two came from it's wrist, measuring eight and one-half meters with adjustibility systems for shortening them if need be. Two more came from it's knees at an upward away angle from the body section. All four gave off a vibrant black hue.

"You could have lived. I was growing tired of you pathetic fucking pussies. However thanks to the likes of you every little fucking person you ever knew will be soaked in their own blood. I will personally be standing over them, watching as it happens. You little fucking bastards will all die, I will make sure to it." Without any gestures the Prophets right arm was brought in an arc from the side. The entire angel was twisting as the strike soared through the air. This gundam better be faster then a bullet, because this speed couldn't be seen with a normal eye.


::And Cappie, you lil' fucking pansy. If everybody was tired of this god-damn war you wouldn't be the only god damn person talking.

I'm not going to excuse my behavior, and Cappie will not excuse mine either.

because they were inaccurate.
You edited you post, you lil' shit.

I'm being logical,
Where the fuck have you been logical? Just because your getting attacked by shit you don't know you decide what the fuck happens?

I am here to try and enjoy a roleplay
This is a fucking war, you damn moron.

and remove yourself from the roleplay
I've justified myself fully, you jackass. You just don't understand the shit.

and he holds no visible positions on this website
Neither do you.

His "Angel" technologly, mixed with "spiritual" technology fits in perfectly with what he gave me
The AT-field ANYBODY has. You just have to be fucking smart enough to know how to use it.

I will bring Goku into this fight
Do it, I dare you. New Terra has an antiwarp field. Good fucking luck doing it.

Also Sugar Cube does not follow a specific time frame
I have a life away from the computer.

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Enoichi, still oblivious to the fighting already going on around him was more concerned with the young man now walking beside him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the "hopefully not much" comment as he thought of all the various ways such a statement might come true. Should he bring along the fine black tea that he'd been saving or perhaps soemthing a bit lighter and less expensive…? He didn't know the guy after all.. And then the stranger looked up straight into his eyes when speaking.

Eno waited for the man to finish. “I’m sure you’ll be fine, but if you want you could stick near me when/if the fighting starts. You might’ve seen me around before, my name‘s Enoichi Etsula… Most just call me Eno though.” He added as he fluffed the fur from the side of his face. Yes, the rarity of his specialization and unforgettable face among the humans who made up much of the Crimson Knights made him stand out and he knew it.

“I’ve done this a few times before and while there doesn’t seem to be any particular strategy to this mission, I’m sure we’ll both be safer if we stick together.” He held out a free paw. The keris which was pressed against the right side of his back began to make a rattling sound in it’s sheath. Eno returned his gaze to the hallway.

It was just then, during the ‘small talk,’ that Rika appeared, speeding down the hallway. Eno’s eyes went wide for a moment as he dropped his staff and opened his arms to catch the girl, who nearly flew into him. He began to fall backwards as the thin wooden rod to his side sped behind him, keeping him from falling completely over. The tackle left the Faith Chanter’s flowing clothes billowing over the girl as if hugging her into an embrace, as he wrapped his arms around her in a mixture of care and shock. “Awwwwww Rika! Hehehe, I missed you too.” He said in a higher-pitched, softer and overall more gentle voice than before.

Just then a couple pouches of black tea leaves came hopping down the hallway from the direction of Enoichi’s room. They leapt at him, fitting themselves in between the various folds in his shawl for safe keeping. As the floating staff pressed the fox upright he looked back to the man he’d been talking to earlier. “This is Rika, Rika, this is...”

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#, as written by Claus
"Rasler Virian." The green haired boy nods and smiles as if people charging from out of nowhere and nearly tackling down a large fox humanoid was normal. Though what he stows away in the back of his mind is probably much more weird and uncommon. He rubs the inside of his sleeve at a tattoo of an odd sigil he got recently. Rasler shuffles his shoulders in the Crimson Knights outfit he put on not an hour before the ship's landing. He is still getting used to the feel of the attire, though he really enjoys the red and black plaid design.

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For some people, life is chosen for them.

Zerel was one such person. From his birth, it had been nothing less than destiny that gave him his current position. That of Simtar. Simtar Zerel Akara, to be a little more precise. It was his father's doing, of course, and his great acts. In that, Zerel had made his own decision to be just as his father.

So it was that a fair few peculiarities were shared with the legendary Saladin Akara; most notably that both men had the gifts of both Warriors and Sorcerers. A rare occurrence that, to share both skills. Even rarer was for two generations in succession to have such a person, rarest was for it to be in the same family. But then, the Akara family were not known for being the most normal of the Kelante people.

Zerel was a slip of a man, nearly eleven years of age. Despite his youth, he held wisdom and skill beyond most in the three factions of the now scarred planet - The Warrior's Guild, The Guild of Sorcerers, and The Guardians. Of course, given his heritage, Zerel was bestowed as leader of each of the three, as was Saladin.

Standing at a rather tall five foot three inches, well, tall for his age, he held signs of great strength, possessing a well toned, compacted physique that was comparable to his father's at that age. His hair was long, having not been cut since the day he was born of human woman, Miyumi, and the light brown strands fell to just above his knee, perfectly smooth and straight.

For many children, the death of one parent, followed by the swiftly consequential death of the other, would have been enough to force them to their knees in despair. But, for Zerel, it was a completely different case in this situation. It drove him to further carry on the legacy both had laid the foundations of before him. As such, he was respected and obeyed.

Right now, however, he was in no mood for pleasantries, nor would reminiscences be useful in the slightest. This was the first opportunity for Zerel to prove himself, for himself, and by himself. His training from the day he could take his first steps would be shown in the coming days. He had, of course, been in many battles, but none would be quite as important as this. It was a grim, determined expression that painted the face of the young man making his final preparations for war.

The Homeless had been removed, for the most part, by his father, so all that was needed was a minimal military presence in the outermost villages and towns. The rest of all the Warriors, Sorcerers and Guardians were stood behind Zerel.

Wrapped around his body was the white attire Saladin wore for ceremonious occasions, re-tailored to fit the boy's physique. White silken material, cut in a traditional Mandarin style, with golden cloth buckles. A cape of white, the trim of the same gold as the buckles, it blew in the gentle breeze of a Kelantan summer. Of course, prepared for battle, he wore not just the silk. Beneath his shirt was a plate of lightweight material, nigh on impenetrable, and his forearms were protected by gauntlets of white. On his left hip was a sword. It was a perfect replica of the one his father had fought with, only it was more proportionate to the boy. A golden hilt, perfect in representing a dragon, and a pristinely crafted, elegantly curved blade that was razor sharp. Although, obviously, these were not his only weapons and defences.

Thankfully, Miyumi had found a way to keep Fred active without electricity, so the events happening on Zerel's mother's home, and the place his father had considered a second home, were constantly being relayed to Kelante. Fred was the AI created by Miyumi, and with a replica being in position on both planets; Terra and Kelante, it was not a signal of any sort being sent to Fred on Kelante, but more like he was simply looking through his other set of eyes. Telepathy would probably be the best description.

Either way, had it not been for Fred, this day would not be here. Situated on the barren lands that was the scar on the planet, was over ninety five percent of all the Kelante military force.

Raising a hand, Zerel began to channel Saidin. It was something taught to him by none other than his father, yet Zerel had actually been stronger than Saladin, so his next feat would be of very little bother. Suddenly, surrounding his body, was what seemed to be wispy clouds, encircling him in a cyclone of sorts, one that spiralled upwards unceasingly. However, it was just a sign of a tiny proportion of his power. As the cyclone increased in velocity and intensity, it was as though, suddenly, without warning, Zerel had absorbed it. His body was now aglow with that same white, utterly pure, luminance.

Suddenly then, a tall, narrow, vertical beam of light appeared some distance in front of the massive army. Slowly, it began to turn, much like a door opening, slowly revealing another world. Zerel had been told of the technology of Terra, and had seen the events come to pass recently on the planet. So, he knew that his Gateway had worked perfectly. As soon as the Gateway gave the impression of snapping open, the Sorcerers and Guardians, standing behind their young and powerful leader, got to work in casting spells that would offer protection for the moment. Low chanting could be heard as a rumble, as they spoke incantations of power.

It was time.

He had an obligation to these people, as son of Saladin and Miyumi Akara. He would, just as both his parents would have done, stand by that obligation, and put all else on the line.

"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death."

As the signal, the lowering of his hand, was given for the Kelantan forces to move through the Gateway, those words were heard by Zerel. The Gateway was a great skill to possess, it was no form of teleportation, or warp, or wormhole. It was, in all essence, a folding of the Universe, utilising the male half of the True Source, Saidin. Where the Gateway opened, there was no space between each location, save for that one step.

So it was, still aglow, Zerel allowed his own voice to bellow through the air, using his power to push it outwards, an illusion given that it was coming from everywhere all at once:

"You think, my dear friend, that I will allow you to do such things? You are gravely mistaken, and will indeed find your grave this day."

The massive armies of Kelante moved onwards, Zerel at their head, making their way towards the city. Near on a total of one million troops, not including the council heads. Those that governed the three Guilds along with Zerel, they were acting as rear guard.

It was a mistake these Crimson Knights had made. Simtar Saladin Akara had been here, and he had sworn to protect this place. Now, even in his death, that oath would be honoured.

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OOC : This was a somewhat miniscule post. Since we have not brought a judge into this, and Sugar Cube still is intent on going on with his ignoring of facts, as is Jii, and trying to press his own misguided opinion. Things do not happen in an instant, my argument was that there is no way that Sugar Cube would be able to notice a single escape pod, coming into contact with a regularly registered vessel. Nor would he have gotten there in due time, since I was positioned a lot closer than he was, it's simply impossible. Since Southern Sea is a very large city, and there are countless other pods falling to the planet, not just one. Not to mention, countless other unnamed vessels being d flown, since this is the far future, and most people possess vehicles that fly. Therefore it'd be seemingly impossible for him to pinpoint a struggle, since I'm using a machine gun type weapon, which wouldn't go off on an radars. By his logic, he'd have to intervene in any other escape pod landing, because they might as well be being attacked for no reason as well. I'd also like to say, I've only edited typos, and have never changed entire words to spite anyone in this roleplay.

IC : Hiryu was quite close to the position from which he had taken off, and his trip was very brief. The quick speed of his vessel enabled him to venture the distance in little time, and very well indeed, since he would be needed in the protection of the large civilian ship, only of course, if it were to be attacked. He circled around, switching to manual controls in order to land, and gently guiding his ship towards the docking bay. Hiryu requested a confirmation number before entering, and the system onboard his jet issued the proper digits as the large-framed metal doors slid open for his entrance.

He was now aboard the Hiryu, and very delighted indeed. It was bustling with people who were quite busy, and it appeared that he wouldn't have to meet with too many higher ups because of the tasks they were involved with at hand. Motioning around in his seat, he pressed his thumb into the gel pad sensor, merely releasing the hinges on the door so that he could get out. They opened with a whoosh, a smooth sound moving out as he grasped the rim of the cockpit and leaped out onto the bay's floor. Machinery was everywhere, ranging from a multitude of different features and specifically manufactured jobs that they had been built for. He wasn't too sure of where to go from here, and motioned for a mechanic, waving with a friendly hand to gain his attention.

The man seemed busy, as was everyone else, and quite grudgingly accepted that his signaling. 'What'd ya need there young fellow? I'm purty caught up in a buncha work, we've a need'ta evacuate everyone!" He didn't waste much time, and simply thrust a folder with his orders into the hands of the man, "Where should I go for this?" The man's eyes widened for a moment, "I'll get someone to escort you."

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"Permission to move through the fleet has been granted, Captain! Shall we proceed?"

"Kaiya."

"Yes, Captain?" The avatar turned to look at him, a curious expression on her smooth face, smiling just a bit as she watched her Captain.

"Time to make the Gate. Fire the cannon. I will make the Gate."

"Yes sir!" She turned around then looked at the screen before the two of them, concentrating on the large expanse between his starship and the large fleet ahead of them. In moments, the two cannons powered up, gathering power not in the usual way.

In moments, what would seem like cannon shots would blast from the cannons, moving out to something around 200 feet ahead of the starship itself. In moments, it would be ready.

Suddenly, his consciousness flared with the awareness of another Saidin user. He'd thought he was the only one ever since he left Lyshriol. Apparently, other worlds had the same type of power. Well then, he wondered, just how many worlds had the same power?

The blast from the cannon congealed in space, slowly becoming a massive ball of Saidin. He'd discovered a way to work with Saidin, both in the sense he was about to draw upon and in the sense of being able to use Saidin with machines.

He knew the other Saidin user would be aware of what he was doing. Slowly, he stood up, walking forward, then looking at the huge ball of energy. In truth, it was not much of a energy ball. Just enough to create a Gate, but nothing more. With his mind and eyes on the ball of power, he drew upon Saidin, flooding himself with it, to use the ball of Saidin ahead of him to create the Gate necessary for the ship to go through. It was like fighting with lions, a volcano blasting open upon him. That was how the fight to control Saidin was like.

He watched, shaping with his mind the vision of the Gate. Intention was the key, and what you wanted usually happened unless you didn't know what you were doing. And so it was, the invisible ball of energy, invisible to others but not to Saidin users, swiftly became nothing and a tall but narrow vertical bar of light suddenly appeared, swiftly widening to encompass the width and length of the starship.

Then it turned horizontal, widening to the necessary length and width, showing the other side of the fleet ahead. The moment it was open and stabilized, the starship moved swiftly through it, disappearing moments after, only to show up behind the large fleet which he'd faced moments before.

"Gate is closing, Captain." And so it was, the large Gate snapping shut and winking out of view.

Edit: Forgot to add the detail of how he created the Gate. >_>

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As soon as the orb took its spot where the ships thrusters ordinarily would've been placed, Alucroas knew it was time to take off and head back towards Terra, as did Agron. Immediately after sensing the initiation of the plan, the much smaller hybrid took off along the moon's surface, making sure to stay ahead of the thruster and underneath the propellant as to avoid getting scorched by the by the awesome power that Magnus had been using to fuel the massive ship.

Agron's arm slowly began to melt into an elastic band of lava which was held together by frozen ice particles gathering up along the arm, freezing the molten together into chain links. Soon after this 'grappling-hook' of sorts was sent directly underneath the body of the ship, manifesting along the underside and towards the front where he'd be at a decent enough vantage point for the plot that was about to unfold.

A few pieces of the earthen-shape shifter broke off and began to manifest within the moon's surface, creating thousands upon thousands of drones; some were the same size as the original which was quite massive by a normal human-standards around forty feet, some became even bigger matching the size of Xelas for brute strength, others simply staying small for conventional tactics, while simultaneously acting as a perimeter defense.

This was all like child's play to the abomination, a brief opening of the jaws followed by an intangible insidious roar, leaping from the depths of its throat, channeling the sound inside the barrier for all to hear. An indication to Magnus that he was preparing everything as needed.. and if that wasn't enough indication to his presence's ever-increasing threat, then surely the barrier of electrical energy spiralling around the ship in a powerful magnetic barrier should've have proved more than enough to provide Magnus with enough confidence; not that someone of his calibur needed it, anyway.

As soon as the rock beast - Agron made its way to the front of the ship, the entire body began to narrow in a long shaft, continuously heating up at the front and makings its way towards the back, slowly sprouting open and engulfing the entire ship in the newly formed mouth of sorts.

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OOC: [quote="╣Sugarcube╠"]::You have just god-modded the Prophet, Ryand. I'm not asking for you to edit it. In fact I'm going to totally blow your fucking mechs out of the space. Remember, you did this to yourself by striking retreating Prophet.::

Trans Am system, my dear freindo, I love it. Flash Form, love it, Protecto Wall, and Beam Shields. As I said, I'm a master of Science, and your silly God Machine is no match for Magical Shojou, and Hotblood. Insanity will not win this all!

BGM: Time to Come, by MASAKO IWANAGA

The mech's hand moved at an almost inhuman speed, but before it hit, a massive drill, about the size of a "New Beetle" slamed into it, the DGG's weapon giving Nanoha enough time to shout "FlashForm!" The Hi Nu suddenly glew, the TransAm system glowing brightly, as the red color of the mecha made the normally blue hi Nu turn into a flash, moving away from the beast at a speed that would made normal eyes turn to water. The massive G Forces that the magical mech placed on her were moderated by the sheer amount of Manna that Nanoha placed into the main mech's powerful Abslout Mana Core. The mech for all practical purposes, became invisible, moving directly upwards, as she dragged out out her main blaster cannon. "Hi Nu, thank you" she whispered, the red appearance of the machine making it look more demonic, than pure. "Lets go, Fate, you ready?"

BGM: Yuusha Oh Tanjou
The massive blades seemed to be a threat, but GaoFighGar was no normal Super Robot. The massive machine placed out its massive hand, and Subaru shouted, "ALIEN, YOU HAVE ATTACKED A PLACE THAT LOVED PEACE! SUFFER THE PROTECTO WALL!" The massive Wall slammed into the Prophet, it using its own GS Ride powered drives to hold down the knives. Even with its AT Field and other Blue Class weaponry, it could be taken down, stopped by "Science, and Research," Shinji thought as she looked at the tactical overview. "Its Damn Fast., All units, use your Acell Spells! That will help you keep up! Remember, Victory goes to." The Girls all responded, "Those with Courage!"

Fate's Dynamic General Guardian is no normal mech, to say the least. It uses the Magic-Science Engine, to combine the power of Modern Atomic and Mega Particle Physics, with the mysticism, and power of Magic. It seems to the outside observer, that the DGG is a dramatically customized Personal Trooper To say the least. With its imposing looks, fearsome weaponry, and massive Zankatno, this mecha is the awesome fighter of the Earth Cradle, the so called "Sword of Magnus".

The Flash Form, a sudden adjusting of ballast, cargo, and mana to make the normally slower DGG accelerate at a near instant flew up, and and slashed at the mech's other arm, Fate tossing about twenty strikes before rushing through, landing behind the massive Angel like mecha. It was a pitched battle now, with the Super Robot holding down the massive Angelic creature, while the two Assault mechs, the Hi Nu and the Victory flew off, charging their Beam cannons again. "If this mysterious alien wanted to fight," Fate thought, she would fight, to win. "I am the Blade, that Cleaves Evil, and Sows friendship, and you need lots of it!" The DGG them made a peace sign with its hands before assuming a defensive Combat Position next to Subaru, who dropped the Protecto Field.

BGM: Varible Formation

"Hey Subaru, lets help finish this mecha with..." Subaru looked down, unsure as she asked "The V Gun? But... its still.." Tia nodded, as she started t fee her magic flow around her, "I'm ready, and it will be fun Besides, we have to help get this Angel down now, before it kills the city! Lets go, Linker cores online.." Subaru went on with the chant, continuing with "Twin GS Ride gate open! Variable formation... " The two shouted in unison, saying "DUAL FINAL FUSION! GATTAII DA!" The Victory split into its three parts, the Core Fighter attaching to the back of the Super Robo, while the legs became two rifles, locking onto GaoFighGar's waist. The Core Top split into three parts, the arms becoming a Incom system, to manage the newly formed Bits. The shoulders attached themselves to the right arm of the mech, acting as an emmiter for some sort of projected beam sword. The new mecha, the Supreme Tactical Battle Champion was born, its new name... "Prime... GaoStrikGar!" The newly formed robot shook off the excess particles, it ready to fight off the Angelic creature. "Tia.. we did it.. We " "I know, Subaru, and We'll win... now lets try," In unison, "To Defend this planet... With the power of Commerce!"

OOC: Eh, try harder, I'm a gonna go easy and not just go massive assault, or just Eisenhower style, but show me your moves!

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As the rock beast began to meld into the ship due to it's characteristics, gennosuke and schrodinger had similar events happen. "Open a link on all frequencies." Magnus stated as xelas complied. He sat there in his throne aboard the massive ship and stated to all whom could hear him. "Attention: Men.. Women.. Creatures.. I am Magnus Tyrannus, through special interests that I currently hold pertaining to New Terra I am here as a shield and sword on their behalf. I have traversed time and space to this place and I am not asking any one faction to surrender nor am I formally requesting them to stand down... I simply am here to deliver the inevitable end.." He cut the transmission as Xelas' weapons system activated, almost as if by request, the shield had been turned up.

"Activate Defense module 1: Gennosuke" The doujutsu activated and was broadened throughout the area of a ship extending the range of the shields. He used schrodinger's placement ability to lock down on the coordinates of the closes Crimson Knight fleet; Xelas did the rest, locking onto their positions. Essential components that had been broken down by agron had nutured xelas with conventional weapons "Increase power to 50%" he spoke as the rumbling within the thrusters were repositioned into pseudo-turrets created atop the ship. A small humm was heard from where magnus was. "Crimson Knight flagship targeted" He said as he fired a blast of agron-infected ki from the turret, as it passed through the barrier that was created by alucroas it was granted a power-boost. Xelas predicted the trajectory of the blast and in turn gennosuke and schrodinger worked hand-in-hand to actually warp the estimated time to impact, actually within that certain trajectory warping time. This would make the blast move at speeds that could surpass light to viewers and defenders of the attack, when in reality it was simply moving at the speed of a regular blast, though it was enough power to completely extirpate a small celestial-body, such as a moon.

"Ready the ion cannons and heavy turbolasers." He spoke, and at a whim, concussive assault missiles, ion cannons, heavy turbolasers, quantum weapons as well as conventional, and xelas' already-existant assimilated technology were ready to use. "Recharge main blasters." Magnus said as Xelas obeyed instantaneously, readying for another volley, relying on agrons fleet to react accordingly to the situation.

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#, as written by Jii
Things appeared to be heating up, and the 9th Fleet seemed to be right in the middle of it all. Ryand’s apparent silence caused the snarl to return to Aeon as she began to annoyingly tap the floor with her foot. The SOF Commander and Fleet Admiral didn’t pay much attention to the sudden alarm that the smaller starship had caused with its strange gateway process, having seemingly warped itself on the other side of the massive space force. At the moment, the Trantor ships didn’t look as though they were going to be attacking any time soon, more like watching and waiting to see what would happen next.

The monitors flashed for a moment, serving to distract Aeon from her frustration as Brigtide and her turned to see what was going on. “Spatial Anomaly detected nearby. Transfer System Confirmed.” The same technology being used by them it would seem, catching the interest of the crew. In a flash, they were greeted by the arrival of the MCS San Rafael, a friendly sight to see indeed. Immediately after its emergence, the Sparta received the welcomed news from their allies. The compilation of data sent to them from the San Rafael was displayed on a separate display screen which had popped up alongside the main monitor, that slight snarl turning into a toothy grin once more.

“Well now, this is unexpected! But I really must say, I’ve been hearing rumors about the Core’s infamous San Rafael for a while now. If nothing else, at least this trip allowed me to finally see it with my own eyes. I guess that makes all this crap worthwhile after all.”
“Yes, indeed… It is a fine ship, that’s for sure. We should be able to maintain the perimeter around New Terra now without much worries with it here to help out.” Admiral Brigtide was quite taken with the vessel, a hand brought to his chin as he carefully studied its exterior with a stoic glimmer.
“Ma’am, long range sensors have detected an unidentified object moving in from outside the perimeter.”
“Oh geez, now what is it? Main monitor!”
“Yes ma’am.” Instantly, the image revealed Magnus’ ship, just before it had begun to take action.
“What the hell is that thing?”
“BAH! I’ve had enough of this nonsense! Admiral!”
“Yes ma’am. Execute Offensive Maneuver 334!”
“Understood. Executing Maneuver 334. Commands received by all ships.”
“Also, send word back to the San Rafael. Request that they engage the Trantor Forces. Give them all of our data on them as well as the current situation. And contact Ashrum to use the Courier System to confine the SDF-1. We‘ll deal with that thing later.” Aeon roared, having reached the limit of her patience.
“Understood.”

The superior skills of the 200-Series Observational Units were truly demonstrated as the commands had been carried out in mere seconds. The 9th Fleet began to redirect itself, maintaining formation as all the warships narrowed their sights upon Magnus. By the time he had started to speak, the onboard weapon systems and defenses sprang to life, the FDS Systems kicking in as large barrier fields manifested around each vessel, causing ethereal disturbances throughout the space surrounding them. Anti-Psionic Defenses, integrated with the most advanced form of AK Fields (Anti-Kinetic), completely preventing the use of any kinds of Magic or Spiritual Energies within the affected zone outside of the ships. All around the fleet, a series of light emissions could be seen, revealing smaller objects…unmanned weapon platforms to serve as added firepower and defense. Without wasting any time afterwards, a large expanding zone began to form around the entire Imperial Force, the space within no longer registering on any normal scanners due to interference.

Steams of energy began to course throughout the outer armor of each warship, pulsing in unison at a steady pace. As all this took place in but a few moments, performed with flawless precision, the main guns of the Flagship Sparta readied, aimed directly at Magnus who had been charging up something.

“FIRE THE CREATION CANNONS!” Obeying, the dual cannons called out, releasing devastating spectacles of light which seemed to make the galaxy tremble. The destructive force of two universal Big Bangs hurled through space at Magnus, powerful enough to wipe out an entire planet or two… Just pushing over an Energy Magnitude of two, for each blast, by the time they collided with the Agron-Infected Ki shot fired, it had abruptly been snuffed out by the two greater attacks which disrupted the fabric of reality surrounding them as they continued onward, heading right at Magnus…

Even as this transpired, the fleet activated their TS Shields, a layer of transparent light covering each starship, which were now preparing their own Creation Cannons, Anti-Matter Cannons, Linear and Missile Turrets, D-Phase Torpedoes, Plasma Cannons, U-Cannons (ULTIMA), FAFNIR Units, and Corsair Fighters. The alarms sounded onboard each ship, alerting everyone that they were to report to battle stations. Prior to the activation of the S-Zone, a last minute Transfer took place within the Sparta…as Atomsk had now appeared in its hangar with the X-00//VEMSW (Variable Element Military Suppression Weapon), the Phantasma, awaiting launch orders.

All the while, even before the 9th Fleet started to re-position itself so as to face Magnus, a number of dimensional anomalies began to register at key locations surrounding the SDF-1. The small flashes of light revealed floating devices which were apparently acting on their own accord. Confirming a connection with each other, all of the Drivers worked in sync with each other, as the entire area of space in which the giant fortress resided within was isolated from the rest of the universe, trapping it within an artificial dimension where the laws of reality and science had been totally dictated by their creators. Unable to leave, nor interact with anything else going on outside of the isolated realm, the zone itself, along with the SDF, would soon vanish from the battle in mere moments…

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OOC: Fell for my trap, eh well, we can't win them all

"Sir! They are using Genesis Type of weapons! They are insane, that could cause the ST" I know commander, but the space readings are ceasing to exist. They must be trying to use Spiral Space, but two can play at that game! Activate Trans Warp System! Get the Granzon ready for launch, and activate Formation Delta Six!" As the General fleet Admiral, one Richard Tranius watching the fighters prepare to launch, he ordered two odd weapons to be loaded into the main bays of the ship's torpdeo tubes. "They appear to be supressing Spirtual Pressure, so... Disk X and Trombe will have to over ride that! Get the frequencies of their anti spirtual fields! With enough pressure, any field can be overcome! We Fight with Justice on our sides!" "Yes commander!" The captain shouted. ordering the launch of the Disk x Formation. Twelve VF-19, equipped with Guitars, and the "Basara" system. "Playing song: Fire Bomber!" As the loud music blared over the speakers, they enabled the use of massive Spiritia, their music backed up by a customized Luxion class freighter. It was like a music concert on a plantry scale, the music waves blasting the drone stations and creation forces with the power of hot blooded music. "If noting else, the power of Rock and Roll will save us..." The captain thought, as several Exclion class ships activated their shields, the fighter and mecha groups forming a defensive zone.

"Fire... TRADE SANCTION BLASTER! TWIN BUSTER CANNONS!" Three of the Excions fired the 1.9 Terrawatt blaster and 1e19^megaton level of cannons 40 times, each burst of power lasting for about 19 seconds between 10 second recharges. The fire ripped through space at speeds of 99% of light, ripping apart any drone support stations that did not move out of the way before they hit the unknown zone. It would be up to the sensor drones to see if they had hit their intended targets of medium and support ships. Trantor fired their first salvo, as the Super Excelion prepared to charge their own main weapon, the Prime Cannon Mk 3: The Anti STMC "Limiter Release Objective Interim Blockade Buster. The hums of Zero point energy heading inside the massive ship were not the best measure of the sheer power of the beam. "Not as strong as tossing around Big Bangs, but they do cut through small moons and old battle stations nicely enough," Tranius said, nodding as he checked his status.

BGM: Fire Bomber!

The SDF started to warp, vanishing away into the realm of nonexistance, but the creators of the portable time space region failed to account for its own Spiral Energy. With the drives inside the ship shaking the very fabric of time space inside of the massive battlemech, it managed to keep a zone of exclusion inside its own core, a universe, within the sub universe, within the main universe. The SDF-1's sub universe, subject to a third Spiral Powered laws of physics, sent its mass inside of the zone, replacing it with wrecked ship parts that were once trapped in Hyperspace. There was now a small sphere, about the size of a bus, somewhere in unknown space. with enough spiral energy to cause the Getter Instate concern

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[Ryand, do you realize that 75% of your posts is complete and utter nonsense? You don't make a lick of sense, my friend.]

Those on board the San Rafael sat in silence as combat engulfed the solar system around them. Reia blinked as the Sparta unleashed the massive Creation Cannons, weapons that only rarely found use. In most situations merely the threat of the planet destroying cannons was enough to bring about unequivocal surrender or parley. Well, perhaps these folks just didn't really understand what it was that was being unleashed.

It would be to their own deepest regrets.

"Alright Captain, we have our orders. All hands prepare for combat. I want Angels, Phoenixes, and Hoplites go."

The captain nodded, his face turning grim and stony as he began unleashing orders to his crew.

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In a matter of moments the space surrounding the San Rafael became abuzz with activity. Thousands of small unmanned combat drones, known as Hoplites, were unleashed from the ship, a swarm of bees flooding from within their hive. Mixed among them quickly emerged a full ten squadrons of Phoenix aerospace fighters, the sleek silvery ships moving into positions around the larger craft as escorts.

On their heels came thel argest of the San Rafael's craft, the Ace mech squadrons known as the Clockwork Angels, one of Meridian's expert military units and the best known of them all. Three squadrons of angels, thirty six mecha in all. Nine out of every twelve Angels piloted one of Meridian's 'Hardball' mechs, while the others utilized the more advanced 'Romanov' mecha. Two squads moved forward to the San Rafael's front left and right qudrants, while the third moved towards the back to hang in reserve and rear guard.

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"Captain, I want minimal casualties on all sides, please. These people arn't even members of the MARK, they're just in the way."

"Roger Commander. Minimum casualties, target the flagship. Ready quad of Combination Cannons and the Ether Lances. On my mark reenter real space and fire."

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The lower portion of the San Rafael housed the four Combination Cannons, powerful weapons which, as their name suggested, married two disparate armament types into a single ruthless weapon. Each of the cannons was housed in its own independant turret and quickly took a bead on the Trantor flagship.

At the top of the ship, a quartet of more slender, graceful seeming weapons arose from their housing, extending from low slung turrets. Each Ether Lance infallibly took aim on the Trantor flasgship, countless calculations being performed every instant to measure range, interference, and angles.

Each weapon seemed to tremble in anticipation, a gracefully beautiful tableau about to erupt into a hellstorm of death and fury.

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"Mark."

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The image of the San Rafael shimmered as the Quantum Drive disengaged, propelling the ship back into realspace with a cascade of light across its hull. Within an eyeblink of materialization, the ships weapons fired, unleashing an octet of deadly bursts across the space seperating the Meridian ship and its target.

From the Combination Cannons, bursts of crackling black tore across space. At least, that's what would be seen by those watching. In reality those bursts of power were moving much faster than the visual image. Composed of a tachyon vortex constructed around an unstable gravitic distortion, the Combination shot was indeed moving in excess of the speed of light, covering the distance before most beings or machines would be able to comprehend their existence. The power that would be unleashed once they impacted their targest was extreme, yet contained. There was very little that could stand up to the destructive force, but given the short life of the gravitic distortion and their innately designed fluctuations, only smaller areas of a target would be destroyed, roughly the size of a small destroyer or cruiser type ship.

Not quite as quick as the Combination shots, the Ether bolts were easily as deadly in their own way. Composed of collected ethereal energy refined and then compressed before being reenergized and hurled forth, the attacks were pinpoint accurate and designed for maximum penetration. Given their strange makeup and impeccable design, the bolts of blazing white radiance could puncture meta-physical, magical, psionic, and energy shielding as easily as it could pierce an armored hull. Their area of destruction was relatively small, but the secondary energy disruption which would spread across their target more than made up for it. Their was not an energy field or source in known existence that would function correctly in the minutes following an Ether Lance strike. This generally left their targets open for any follow ups that might be neccesary.

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In the instant following the powerful strike, a psionic broadcast was emitted across the width and breadth of the Trantor Fleet, a visual of an attractive dark haired woman uniformed in black and dark blue seated comfortably on the bridge of a ship. At her side stood a grim man in a similar uniform, though his rank revealed him as a Captain while the woman was a Commander. To the Commander's left stood another woman, with short blonde hair and radiant blue eyes garbed not in a uniform of any type, but rather jeans and a leather jacket.

"Greetings Trantor Fleet. I am Reia Talen, Commander of the Meridian Military Forces. Consider that shot a warning. You are asked to immediately leave this space and return to your own homes. Your business here is at an end. Persist, and drastic measures will have to be taken."

The woman smiled, a radiant expression that magnified her beauty tenfold as she gestured to the blonde woman beside her.

"Persist, and I'll have to let her out to play with you."

With that the message was gone and the San Rafael waited, secure within its own defensive measures and shielding, surrounded by its own armada of smaller vessels.

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What appeared to be crimson crystals situated in the center of Agron, shined brilliantly, completely allowing his body to be infected with the particles used to produce the deadly shots that the flagship had countered with. The body quickly expanded, using the energy as a means of traveling directly back to Xelas, unaffected by what would normally deteriorate him due to the inverse effect on the electrical energy, immediately adapting to composition of anti-matter - thus bringing the two entities into compatibility.

What they didn't realize, was that.. regardless of the fact that Agron had been blown apart into a massive flurry of fragments, that he had also infected himself with the dark material used to transport him back into space to begin with and had been scattered through the general area that both ships occupied, setting the stage for Alucroas. Just as his charged body had reacted, so would the darkness in a simultaneous fashion, completely dismantling each and every particle before it could do any lethal damage to the ship, exploding into the various drones which had broken off and had been guarding the perimeter.

The insidious roar which Alucroas had let out earlier had been a foreshadowing of the events soon to come.. and although the flagship which Jii occupied had now been transported onto the anti-plane, the abomination which controlled this unknown dark entity would follow him, taking every single aspect of the particles into account and rebuilding them in an instant, splitting into two halves; one for himself to use to track Jii and the other for Xelas to absorb and analyze to his liking.

Alucroas was through breaking apart the composition and began to relay the position of the flagship, tracing it through the omnipresent particles that made up the dark realm. Soon enough, he was inside, instantaneously covering the entire expanse of this artificial dimension, setting the atmosphere for what was about to be unleashed. Thousands of sapphire as well as crimson eyes opened up, taking eventually falling out into the interior, taking on the anatomy of black dragons, each lacking in limbs but more than making up for when their inner-mouths protruded out, adding just a few feet to the already hundred foot monstrosities, each and every one of them were flowing with the energy which had been fired just previously.

Around eighty different drones sent out by Agron stood, submerged waste-deep in the ocean of darkness, moving their mouths around, emitting no sound except for the loud smashing of rock against rock, combined with the bone chilling shrieks and deep bellows let loose by the familiars of Alucroas.

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Succeeding the advent of the space age and the green initiative, New Terra’s population fell as the average birthrate and life expectancy of its populace soared. This seemingly paradoxical scenario is resolved quite elegantly when one considers the enormous exodus of humans from their planet to the extremities of the galaxy. Decreased population density and increased urbanization resulted in vast, unpolluted countryside and enormous metropolitan zones existing together in relative harmony. So, in a way, the green initiate was a success. After all, carbon emissions were down, along with the harmful residue of other greenhouse gasses and dangerous aerosols.

That does not mean humans abandoned their history of thoughtless squandering; no, they merely relocated the landfills and cesspools to the domain of the night sky. All manner of junk was sent to hover just beyond the atmosphere, creating a mantle of plastic and metalloids that, overtime, would disintegrate upon re-entry. No more were satellites the lone sojourners of the night, or the ISS—long since retired to a museum—for that matter. Now they trek like the electrons of an atom around a nucleus in the company of refuse: a problem that became so serious, safety channels (also described as windows) had to be established for ships attempting to exit or enter the atmosphere, lest they encounter the unfortunate incident of colliding with a bit of garbage. And without specific knowledge of these channels or even a bit of careless unawareness to the dangers, one could easily end up in such a sticky situation.

Such is the unfortunate fate of the Gaël’s Prophet and the newly-formed mecha piloted by the Magical Shojou. A large, wayward crate nigh-bursting with medical waste ranging from adult diapers to dialysis kits drifts between them, assuming drift is an adequate term to describe an object orbiting a planet at the incredible, albeit entirely typical, speed 7.56 kilometers per-second. The carrier-sized collection of refuse smashes into the two mercilessly, one of the Prophet’s blades becoming difficultly lodged in its side while the Soujou’s mecha is sent spiraling wildly back toward New Terra.

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Jamie Henderson had been a young boy with a fondness for the stars. He had always wanted to venture away from Terra and into the vast darkness of space, where he could enjoy adventure and excitement from the pilot’s seat in a spaceship. Whenever his parents would allow him, both low-wage blue collar workers, he would wear the jumpsuit his grandmother had made for him on his fifth birthday. Little did Jamie know that his parents were, in fact, saving money to eventually be able to give their son the education he would need to achieve his dreams.

It was on his sixth birthday that Jamie was especially celebratory, as his grandmother had taken his jumpsuit away a week before to “clean it.” Jamie was a smart young man and knew that this was going to be his newest present. In school, he could hardly contain himself. He spent most of his day pondering what would be done to his jumpsuit. It was made of rough, green-dyed denim and he couldn’t fathom how it could be made any better than it already was.

When he came home to find his granny holding it out to him, he was overjoyed. On the breast of the jumpsuit it read very clearly, “Jamie Henderson, Ace Fighter.” The yellow letters meant the world to him. He didn’t even notice the array of other small trinkets he had been given for the day. No, Jamie spent the rest of the evening pretending he was an ace fighter pilot defending Terra’s independence from evil, foreign invaders.

His vivid imagination could picture it all. One ship down by the laser cannons mounted on his XR-930 Dogfighter. Moments later he fired the swarmer missiles, which spread out and brought down another three enemies. When his father joined in on his play, he suddenly had a co-pilot, and together they took down another dozen ships before Jamie had to go to bed. Though, Jamie was so exhausted from the ordeal he didn’t even make it to his bedroom and had to be carried up the stairs by his parents.

It was half a year later that Jamie learned his parents and him were going to move away, and he was quite frustrated when they explained to him that they needed to pack his spaceship away. Jamie and his mother had spent hours and hours when he was five perfectly emulating a XR-930 spaceship with plywood. Well, it wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough. Grudgingly, Jamie had allowed them to pack away the ship, and instead ventured outside.

Living in the city meant that most of his time outside was spent wandering the streets. He would pretend he had crash landed on Terra and was now using his service pistol to blast holes through the chests of enemy soldiers. It wasn’t as fun as piloting the spaceship, but it was something to do. He even had a plastic replica that made convincing noise. Some of the children that had wealthy parents had ones that would even shoot a bolt of light like real laser pistols, albeit one that didn't hurt, but they were far too expensive for Jamie’s parents.

It was when he rounded an alleyway, firing after intruders, that he found his friend Mikey. Mikey was a year older, but the two were like brothers. Mikey wanted to be a pilot too, and one day the two of them would fly in the same ship. The two at first exchanged no words, acting as if they were in a standoff. Mikey whipped his own replica pistol up, but as always, Jamie got the first shot. Mikey grumbled for a while without saying anything, his replica pistol actually firing a bolt of light, but it had missed Jamie by a at least a foot.

As the two of them began conversing, Jamie was convinced by Mikey to head to one of the darker portions of the city. Jamie was at first apprehensive; his parents told him to never, ever go to where Mikey wanted to go. Yet Mikey promised him that he had found something very, very interesting. The tiny push Jamie needed was given when Mikey explained it was an old, beaten down XR-930 spaceship in a scrap yard. They didn’t bother walking. They ran.

Through the city streets they raced, eventually pretending they were running from the invaders, fleeing to the last safe base. They didn’t even stop to think as they clambered over the fence of the scrap yard, falling down to the other side. After a little searching, Mikey displayed it, the spaceship. Jamie didn’t even need to look twice. It was an XR-930. There was no doubt in his mind. One of its wings was sheared off and its body armour had extensive damage, probably the reason it was being scrapped, but its cockpit was perfect. And it was open.

It was an hour in that Mikey had to go home. It was dinner time. Yet, because Jamie was moving, there wasn’t going to be a dinner for the night and he decided he would stay for an extra hour. The joystick, panels, throttle and everything were so perfect. He was moving far, far away and it would be his last chance to actually be in an XR-930. Yet just as Mikey had left, Jamie felt something hit his head hard, and his vision went black.

Over the next five days, Jamie underwent unspeakable horrors. The owner of the junkyard was a deviant in many ways, as members of the community knew well enough, and Jamie was an opportunity for him to exercise his “creative” edge. Jamie could do nothing. The man was two decades older than him and kept him gagged and bound so that no one would hear him screaming. The only thing that comforted the young boy was the belief that eventually his parents would find him and the man who was hurting him would be taken away.

On the last day, Jamie never woke up again. He had died due to blood loss, and the owner of the scrap yard did the only thing he could. He buried him in the trash and sent it away, giving the boy the dignity of at least redressing him in his jumpsuit before sending him off. Jamie was never found by the authorities and the scrap yard owner had perhaps committed the perfect crime. No one noticed as the boy, along with the rest of the waste produced by mankind, was jettisoned up into orbit.

There Jamie drifted for twenty long years, eternally preserved by the freezing temperatures of space, his eyes ever open, ever gazing on the stars. Ships passed around him, never noticing him amongst the thousands of other pieces of debris. Then, it happened. The world around Jamie exploded in action and commotion. The frozen eyes viewed it all. It was war, and someone was invading Terra. Had Jamie been alive, he would’ve been fighting in a dogfighter. Perhaps not an outdated XR-930, but he would be in a ship defending his home.

Then a stray missile hit the debris field behind Jamie and exploded. The explosion completely destroyed many of the debris behind Jamie, most of which were bovine from a mad cow scare from thirty years in the past, yet he was at a perfect distance to be propelled forward and out into the depths of space without being damaged. Forward he moved, slightly rotating, but at an astronomically high velocity, followed closely by the limbs of cattle. Then, by fate, another small explosion threw him and his fellow debris straight towards the battle.

Jamie was the first piece of debris to hit. Going at over 14.42 km/s, the corpse of the young, Caucasian boy smashed into the cockpit of an XR-960 Terran fighter, instantly killing the pilot. Three other fighters were assailed by the flying parts of bovine, the blood of which caused two fighters to collide, resulting in a massive explosion that reinvigorated Jamie’s movement. Slightly mangled, Jamie proceeded to fly across open space and rather unceremoniously shear off the wing of a dogfighter from the fleet of the Crimson Knights, disabling its weapons. The corpse was rocketing so quickly and was so hardened by its time in space that it barely seemed to notice the impact with the second craft.

Separated from the debris field of cow parts, Jamie was now heading on a collision course for one of the larger ships of the opposing fleet. His body chipped away at from the force of hitting the cockpit of the XR-960, Jamie was only capable of viewing this from his one remaining eye. At first he was too low, but then the large craft began to take evasive action due to an attack from a nearby Terran fighter. At first it seemed he would hit the hull, but no, another nearby explosion altered his course.

From the deck of the battle cruiser, it was understandably difficult to pick out a frozen boy going at Mach 30 from the luminescent planet before you. And thus it was impossible to tell what hit the ship, and only Jamie was witness to the true carnage he caused. In nanoseconds, Jamie burst through into the command deck and with an awkward sort of grace found his way straight into the chest of the ship’s commander. As the two of them flew backwards, oxygen from the chamber began to escape into space. Yet Jamie and the captain had other plans. Bursting through various portions of the ship, Jamie managed to cause massive damage with his frozen body to the ship’s central control systems, simultaneously shearing apart the captain into little more than a bloody pile.

By the time Jamie became embedded in the ship he was little more than a torso and head driven into one of the walls. He still had one eye and could still see the massive trail of destruction he caused. Perhaps if Jamie still had life, he would smile.

It would be undocumented, yet Jamie Henderson would be the youngest man in history to ever destroy a battle cruiser. He would also be the first man to do so without using any sort of weapon and, additionally, without being alive in any sense. And perhaps it was a fitting burial for the young boy, as if crew members on the ship weren’t occupying themselves with attempts to stabilize their vessel, an attempt that was doomed to fail, they would notice the yellow lettering on his jumpsuit declaring, “Jamie Henderson, Ace Fighter.”

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"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death.

He waited on the outskirts of Wing city, their was nothing they could do without risking innocent lives.

::Copy paste. Bite me. Now get on with it.::

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For some people, life is chosen for them.

Zerel was one such person. From his birth, it had been nothing less than destiny that gave him his current position. That of Simtar. Simtar Zerel Akara, to be a little more precise. It was his father's doing, of course, and his great acts. In that, Zerel had made his own decision to be just as his father.

So it was that a fair few peculiarities were shared with the legendary Saladin Akara; most notably that both men had the gifts of both Warriors and Sorcerers. A rare occurrence that, to share both skills. Even rarer was for two generations in succession to have such a person, rarest was for it to be in the same family. But then, the Akara family were not known for being the most normal of the Kelante people.

Zerel was a slip of a man, nearly eleven years of age. Despite his youth, he held wisdom and skill beyond most in the three factions of the now scarred planet - The Warrior's Guild, The Guild of Sorcerers, and The Guardians. Of course, given his heritage, Zerel was bestowed as leader of each of the three, as was Saladin.

Standing at a rather tall five foot three inches, well, tall for his age, he held signs of great strength, possessing a well toned, compacted physique that was comparable to his father's at that age. His hair was long, having not been cut since the day he was born of human woman, Miyumi, and the light brown strands fell to just above his knee, perfectly smooth and straight.

For many children, the death of one parent, followed by the swiftly consequential death of the other, would have been enough to force them to their knees in despair. But, for Zerel, it was a completely different case in this situation. It drove him to further carry on the legacy both had laid the foundations of before him. As such, he was respected and obeyed.

Right now, however, he was in no mood for pleasantries, nor would reminiscences be useful in the slightest. This was the first opportunity for Zerel to prove himself, for himself, and by himself. His training from the day he could take his first steps would be shown in the coming days. He had, of course, been in many battles, but none would be quite as important as this. It was a grim, determined expression that painted the face of the young man making his final preparations for war.

The Homeless had been removed, for the most part, by his father, so all that was needed was a minimal military presence in the outermost villages and towns. The rest of all the Warriors, Sorcerers and Guardians were stood behind Zerel.

Wrapped around his body was the white attire Saladin wore for ceremonious occasions, re-tailored to fit the boy's physique. White silken material, cut in a traditional Mandarin style, with golden cloth buckles. A cape of white, the trim of the same gold as the buckles, it blew in the gentle breeze of a Kelantan summer. Of course, prepared for battle, he wore not just the silk. Beneath his shirt was a plate of lightweight material, nigh on impenetrable, and his forearms were protected by gauntlets of white. On his left hip was a sword. It was a perfect replica of the one his father had fought with, only it was more proportionate to the boy. A golden hilt, perfect in representing a dragon, and a pristinely crafted, elegantly curved blade that was razor sharp. Although, obviously, these were not his only weapons and defences.

Thankfully, Miyumi had found a way to keep Fred active without electricity, so the events happening on Zerel's mother's home, and the place his father had considered a second home, were constantly being relayed to Kelante. Fred was the AI created by Miyumi, and with a replica being in position on both planets; Terra and Kelante, it was not a signal of any sort being sent to Fred on Kelante, but more like he was simply looking through his other set of eyes. Telepathy would probably be the best description.

Either way, had it not been for Fred, this day would not be here. Situated on the barren lands that was the scar on the planet, was over ninety five percent of all the Kelante military force.

Raising a hand, Zerel began to channel Saidin. It was something taught to him by none other than his father, yet Zerel had actually been stronger than Saladin, so his next feat would be of very little bother. Suddenly, surrounding his body, was what seemed to be wispy clouds, encircling him in a cyclone of sorts, one that spiralled upwards unceasingly. However, it was just a sign of a tiny proportion of his power. As the cyclone increased in velocity and intensity, it was as though, suddenly, without warning, Zerel had absorbed it. His body was now aglow with that same white, utterly pure, luminance.

Suddenly then, a tall, narrow, vertical beam of light appeared some distance in front of the massive army. Slowly, it began to turn, much like a door opening, slowly revealing another world. Zerel had been told of the technology of Terra, and had seen the events come to pass recently on the planet. So, he knew that his Gateway had worked perfectly. As soon as the Gateway gave the impression of snapping open, the Sorcerers and Guardians, standing behind their young and powerful leader, got to work in casting spells that would offer protection for the moment. Low chanting could be heard as a rumble, as they spoke incantations of power.

It was time.

He had an obligation to these people, as son of Saladin and Miyumi Akara. He would, just as both his parents would have done, stand by that obligation, and put all else on the line.

"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death."

As the signal, the lowering of his hand, was given for the Kelantan forces to move through the Gateway, those words were heard by Zerel. The Gateway was a great skill to possess, it was no form of teleportation, or warp, or wormhole. It was, in all essence, a folding of the Universe, utilising the male half of the True Source, Saidin. Where the Gateway opened, there was no space between each location, save for that one step.

So it was, still aglow, Zerel allowed his own voice to bellow through the air, using his power to push it outwards, an illusion given that it was coming from everywhere all at once:

"You think, my dear friend, that I will allow you to do such things? You are gravely mistaken, and will indeed find your grave this day."

The massive armies of Kelante moved onwards, Zerel at their head, making their way towards the city. Near on a total of one million troops, not including the council heads. Those that governed the three Guilds along with Zerel, they were acting as rear guard.

It was a mistake these Crimson Knights had made. Simtar Saladin Akara had been here, and he had sworn to protect this place. Now, even in his death, that oath would be honoured.

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OOC: Just placing my forces, setting up a possible plot point, no fighting just yet
The 08th Ground Forces were ready. Their Anti Aircraft Missiles were somehow jammed, an after effect of the previous jamming field, it seemed, but the army was here. Sir Edwards, a massive 14,500 ton tank lumbered around, the knight scanning the incoming army. "I say, these gentlemen here seem very intent on ruining our good teatime! These are quite rude roughifiens, destroying the property values of our good town! I should make a show of them with my Hell Bores!" The tank's clear London Accent managed to make the massive machine of death somehow less imposing, but still, it waited, not reciving the order to counter attack. "Sheidling up, nuclear and anti Infantry arms... "

"Hurry up! We have to go out of the city! " Sounds like this went through the city, as vans, trucks, jets, and Hi-Speed Rail trains streamed out of the city, as small amouts of Trantor Defense forces escorted them to known evaucation centers. "This is Sir Richard Gennari of the First Evaucation force of Wing City! We ask that you allow us to escort these people who are willing to evacuate the city. Our military will only fire if attacked, but entering the city is at your own peril." The warning went on repeat, the automated beacons playing from Jeeps and Battlemechs, Jets and Walkers alike escorting those who wanted out of the complex city.

"Gundam Exia, armed Intervention into the incursion of warfare..." Come on Setsuna, we can't reveal our cards yet, Asfar as we know, they diomn't know that Crossbone is here, and for good reason! We can't afford a massive trans universal war jst yet" The dark haired Irishman looked at the younger man, his calming voice stopping the teen from leaving. "Well, I guess.. we can't attackjust yet, but we have to" "Wait for approval from the VADER system and then attack. It is that simple." The next voice was a dark, clearly purple hare'd womanly boy wwho wanndered in the mech room.

A representaive of the New Trantor Defense squadrons, walked over to the large armada of magacal troopers, his own 1000 men a small fraction of what the scanners picked up at at least one hundred thousand. His own guard was no match, and he came with only a simple solid sword on his back, the three escorting troopers with standard rifles on their own backs. Hoping to make a peaceful impression, the commander's limited custom Monster Varible fighter landed several hundred yards from the armada, messages of peace and a request to meet being broadcast on both radio, and with one of the Guard's own basic PSI powers, psycic frequences.

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((OoC: Hope you all don't mind that I jumped in here. I'll be acting as an objective third party in the conflict in hopes that I might get some good interaction and maybe even a fight. My character's profile can be found in the "People" section of the Out of Character boards.))

Wing City: the metropolis, the ideal home, the good city. Caliban had been there a few times in the past. After all, working as a writer requires a lot of investigative work which can take a man a thousand miles into the heart of the jungle or to the lush concrete tangles of the big city. In order to complete his latest essay, Caliban had to travel back into Wing City to talk to a few city officials. Apparently, he had made his visit on the wrong day.

A loudspeaker boomed over the city. A voice, that of a stranger, repeated: “This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minutes all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death.”

“Killed?” Caliban whispered beneath his breath. The bulge of his handgun seemed suddenly more burdensome against his ribcage as the message droned on. His grip on his briefcase tightened in his left hand. The crowd around him seemed startled and rapidly degraded into hysteria. Mothers snatched the hands of their children and businessmen pinned down their hats as they fled home. In an instant, the block became vacant apart from a few stragglers who were too busy contemplating their fate.

“The Crimson Knights?” Caliban said, “are they really going to siege this big of a city?”

Of course, the man could have easily turned himself in to the nearest evacuation point and try to explain why he was carrying a gun, but there was always the slim chance that something would go awry. Any sliver of miscommunication could result in a gaping hole in his skull. He resolved that he would try to find his own way out of the siege and scramble back to Halifax City to watch the aftermath from a safe distance. Fur tickled his knuckles as his hand slipped into his brown leather jacket. A shoulder strap secured his heavily modified handgun against his ribcage in a malleable plastic holster. He broke the latch of the holster and tugged the weapon out into the open. With his briefcase in one hand and his gleaming silver weapon grasped firmly in the other, Caliban dashed down the nearest alleyway. He would find a way out of his city, even if it meant doing so with guns blazing.