Alec nodded "Some MRF Members are here to assist" Alec then turned to the Officer "These things that attacked us, Are not Human. They had Purple blood. I was able too kill one of them" He then handed the Officer the same Pistol the Girl was using "Study it till your heart contents"
The EDF Were interested in this unique energy output of this planet, So they sent a stealth ship. It had Reflective plating so it was invisible to all ship sensors, Buuuuuut if someone was to look outside they would see a Totally exposed vessel. They were scanning the planet and thinking of the best way to make first contact
" Commissar I am Dreath. One of the people who your men were shooting at before. I have contacted you to ask what you know about the purposed treaty we were sent here to sign?" Dreath asked over the com's system.
EDN III was a desolate planet, at first glance it was in no way habitable by anything. 90% of the surface was nothing but ice and mountains. In the past century, deserts, oceans, and jungles came up. Only because of humanity draining the thermal energy, causing strange global effects. Creatures with blood that teamed with constant moving energy lived here, Akrid. Thousands of species and millions of subspecies. The Akrid were immensely hostile, but some were tamable. The EDN Empire was using the blood of the Akrid as fuel, but strangely, it also filled the ground, TE Flows like lava were below the crust. Something was producing it underneath the ground, and the EDN Empire had no intent on doing anything but thanking it. Weekly, people would gather near the mines, thanking whatever was producing it. They named it "Nushi." Giver of life.
The type-7 shuttle entered the UCS Constantine's hanger bay it's impulse engines roaring momentarily before the smallcraft shifted to silent antigravs and hovered to in alcove at the bay's sides/
The United Coalition Starship Constantine was one of the many Praetor-class heavy cruisers currently commissioned in the Coalition Space Fleet. The vessel was a little below a mile in length, and two hundred feet in height. It's hull was painted in the Coalition's colors, white, blue, and black and at the front, the ship's name and regiestry number were painted in black.
U.C.S. Constantine
CSMN 398-035-A
The shuttles rear doorway hissed open, descended downwards, and Captain Terminus stepped out along with a security officer who dragged out the half-conscious Centaurion picked up on the planet.
Terminus' first officer had been waiting for the Captain. "Captain." He said while doing the Coalition salute, left arm crossed over the right breast.
"Commander Marshall. Let's get to the bridge."
The commander nodded and walked with the Captain to the lift. The pair entered and Terminus said in an authoritive voice. "Deck 1; Bridge." The lift beeped and the doors hissed shut and began rocketing up to the bridge.
"Tuarin's pissed, you know." Marshall said to break the silence.
Terminus chuckled. "Really?"
"Yes sir, didn't like the fact that you gave him the slip to go on the away mission."
"I suppose once I'm on the bridge, I'll be receiving a lecture on how protocol dictates that the Captain must stayed on board the ship, not going on dangerous away mission." Terminus imagined his new Tactical officer and Security Chief's reminding him of that regulation.
Lientanent Tuarin was a Tilion, a warrior race that valued honor and glory above anything else. They were also tended to follow guidelines and orders to the letter. Tuarin was brand new to the ship, having just been transferred from Starbse 673 a month ago to replace his old tactical officer, who coincidentally was also a Tilion.
The lift opened and revealed the bridge. Several officers were at various stations, performing tasks from as mundane as sensor re-calibrations to things as complicated as examining the local sun's neutrino emissions.
"You said Admiralty had some new orders?" The Captain said as he took his seat at the captain's chair in the center of the bridge.
"Yes sir. We are to set course for the E.D.N system. Apparently their populace has just began to reenter galactic society after being cut off a while back. We're suppose to rendezvous with the Fara'gul and Hudson and proceed to open diplomatic relations with them." Marshall said in a long-winded explanation.
"Alright. Set a course for E.D.N III, warp factor 8."
The United Coalition Starship Constantine was one of the many Praetor-class heavy cruisers currently commissioned in the Coalition Space Fleet. The vessel was a little below a mile in length, and two hundred feet in height. It's hull was painted in the Coalition's colors, white, blue, and black and at the front, the ship's name and regiestry number were painted in black.
U.C.S. Constantine
CSMN 398-035-A
The shuttles rear doorway hissed open, descended downwards, and Captain Terminus stepped out along with a security officer who dragged out the half-conscious Centaurion picked up on the planet.
Terminus' first officer had been waiting for the Captain. "Captain." He said while doing the Coalition salute, left arm crossed over the right breast.
"Commander Marshall. Let's get to the bridge."
The commander nodded and walked with the Captain to the lift. The pair entered and Terminus said in an authoritive voice. "Deck 1; Bridge." The lift beeped and the doors hissed shut and began rocketing up to the bridge.
"Tuarin's pissed, you know." Marshall said to break the silence.
Terminus chuckled. "Really?"
"Yes sir, didn't like the fact that you gave him the slip to go on the away mission."
"I suppose once I'm on the bridge, I'll be receiving a lecture on how protocol dictates that the Captain must stayed on board the ship, not going on dangerous away mission." Terminus imagined his new Tactical officer and Security Chief's reminding him of that regulation.
Lientanent Tuarin was a Tilion, a warrior race that valued honor and glory above anything else. They were also tended to follow guidelines and orders to the letter. Tuarin was brand new to the ship, having just been transferred from Starbse 673 a month ago to replace his old tactical officer, who coincidentally was also a Tilion.
The lift opened and revealed the bridge. Several officers were at various stations, performing tasks from as mundane as sensor re-calibrations to things as complicated as examining the local sun's neutrino emissions.
"You said Admiralty had some new orders?" The Captain said as he took his seat at the captain's chair in the center of the bridge.
"Yes sir. We are to set course for the E.D.N system. Apparently their populace has just began to reenter galactic society after being cut off a while back. We're suppose to rendezvous with the Fara'gul and Hudson and proceed to open diplomatic relations with them." Marshall said in a long-winded explanation.
"Alright. Set a course for E.D.N III, warp factor 8."
"Sir, other Empires besides the HRA are about to attempt diplomatic relations."
Silence.
"...Sir?"
Silence.
"Sir is your leg all right? Do you want me to check for re-opened wounds or-?"
"Which Empire attempted to purge us?"
"What sir?"
"What Empire started war against us back when we had the NEVEC satellite?"
"Xin'Ta'Faxi sir."
"Do you know if they are attempting to negotiate?"
"We don't know sir."
"Hopefully not. We don't need them now. It would be as if we were stranded here in the cold, the men in the warmth mocking us, before extending a hand, inviting us in from the cold."
"Nushi would not allow such a thing."
"Nushi helps those who help themselves. Nushi gives us life because we came here, whether or not it was in our choice, but we set up camp permanently, she helps us because we do not take from her. We keep her warm, and she gives up warmth. You know why we set up camp at the base of Mt. Shackleton, and no one else is to know. We keep her safe, and she keeps us warm."
"Nushi is causing the storms sir."
"I know that. Nushi is the host, and the Akrid are her white blood cells. And now she has new ones, ones with guns and ships and a mind of their own. Nushi breathes, and each breath causes a storm, giving a reason for the Akrid to protect her."
"I'm not here for a sermon sir."
"I know you're not. When they establish communications with us, we will invite their diplomats to the surface, and bring them in from the cold."
"You wish to appease the religious masses?"
"I wish to make an example of who we are. Whether or not it effects the followers of Nushi is no concern of mine."
"Nushi helps those who help themselves sir."
"Yes indeed."
Joe concluded the talk with his comms leader. He sat back in his chair, strapping on his prosthetic leg. It was not wise to wear it into his bed, his right leg felt better and not as damp without it on. Diplomatic relations should help prove they are a worthy part of the galaxy. If they knew of Nushi, Joe didn't care. As long as they didn't know how to get to Nushi.
Silence.
"...Sir?"
Silence.
"Sir is your leg all right? Do you want me to check for re-opened wounds or-?"
"Which Empire attempted to purge us?"
"What sir?"
"What Empire started war against us back when we had the NEVEC satellite?"
"Xin'Ta'Faxi sir."
"Do you know if they are attempting to negotiate?"
"We don't know sir."
"Hopefully not. We don't need them now. It would be as if we were stranded here in the cold, the men in the warmth mocking us, before extending a hand, inviting us in from the cold."
"Nushi would not allow such a thing."
"Nushi helps those who help themselves. Nushi gives us life because we came here, whether or not it was in our choice, but we set up camp permanently, she helps us because we do not take from her. We keep her warm, and she gives up warmth. You know why we set up camp at the base of Mt. Shackleton, and no one else is to know. We keep her safe, and she keeps us warm."
"Nushi is causing the storms sir."
"I know that. Nushi is the host, and the Akrid are her white blood cells. And now she has new ones, ones with guns and ships and a mind of their own. Nushi breathes, and each breath causes a storm, giving a reason for the Akrid to protect her."
"I'm not here for a sermon sir."
"I know you're not. When they establish communications with us, we will invite their diplomats to the surface, and bring them in from the cold."
"You wish to appease the religious masses?"
"I wish to make an example of who we are. Whether or not it effects the followers of Nushi is no concern of mine."
"Nushi helps those who help themselves sir."
"Yes indeed."
Joe concluded the talk with his comms leader. He sat back in his chair, strapping on his prosthetic leg. It was not wise to wear it into his bed, his right leg felt better and not as damp without it on. Diplomatic relations should help prove they are a worthy part of the galaxy. If they knew of Nushi, Joe didn't care. As long as they didn't know how to get to Nushi.
Robbins had his feet on the console in front of him, just laying around, really. He was asleep, so he didn't notice any of what was going on outside. He didn't see a thing, nor did he hear anything. His beret was just idly leaning over his eyes, so as to restrict view, in a way. But he did feel the shake when they landed. In fact, he hit his head on the metal part of his chair and bolted awake, falling on the floor clumsily.
Good thing he was alone. Oh. Wait. He was on the bridge. But he wasn't the captain, no. Well, he was a captain. Just not the captain of this ship. For this mission, he and his team served as diplomats. Yay. He loved being a diplomat.
"Sir, we're here." The Captain of the ship said, chuckling when he saw him on the floor. Robbins just looked up at him and snarled, then jumped up, and fixed his uniform. "I didn't see anything, sir."
"No, you didn't. Alert EDN that I'm here on diplomatic relations. Then get my crew ready, unload the cargo, get an engineering team out to fix up their fortresses, and start the construction of the lab. If we do this right, Armistice will become a city as herself." Robbins said, and began to walk away, going to the armoury to get his coat, when something came up.
"Sir, a Frigate reports seeing an EDF ship, but not actually seeing it on the scanners..." The 1st Lieutenant said, hand to his ear. He was getting constant reports from a frigate that was just looking around. "Orders?"
"Those are the same ships that are planning to attack Mars, right?" Captain Robbins asked, stopping in his tracks and turning around. "If they are, order them to surrender."
"Yes sir." The Lieutenant said, and began broadcasting a signal on all frequencies and channels. "EDF Ship, you are ordered to surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded. Repeat, you are ordered to surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded. If you're even out there..."
*****
"Dreath... So that's who you are." Commissar Jhark said, walking around cooly, looking at him with a stern face, and not one of friendliness. "You want to talk about the peace treaty? Well, there was a peace treaty. But if you hadn't come in cloaked, guns online and ready to fire at our installation, teleported to our Outpost, broke into our Outpost, and proceeded to open fire on the outpost troops, you might've had one. But now? Now you can go screw yourself.
"This is the HRA Empire. More so, this is the SS. You don't mess with HRA, and by God, may He have mercy on you, you don't mess with the SS."
Good thing he was alone. Oh. Wait. He was on the bridge. But he wasn't the captain, no. Well, he was a captain. Just not the captain of this ship. For this mission, he and his team served as diplomats. Yay. He loved being a diplomat.
"Sir, we're here." The Captain of the ship said, chuckling when he saw him on the floor. Robbins just looked up at him and snarled, then jumped up, and fixed his uniform. "I didn't see anything, sir."
"No, you didn't. Alert EDN that I'm here on diplomatic relations. Then get my crew ready, unload the cargo, get an engineering team out to fix up their fortresses, and start the construction of the lab. If we do this right, Armistice will become a city as herself." Robbins said, and began to walk away, going to the armoury to get his coat, when something came up.
"Sir, a Frigate reports seeing an EDF ship, but not actually seeing it on the scanners..." The 1st Lieutenant said, hand to his ear. He was getting constant reports from a frigate that was just looking around. "Orders?"
"Those are the same ships that are planning to attack Mars, right?" Captain Robbins asked, stopping in his tracks and turning around. "If they are, order them to surrender."
"Yes sir." The Lieutenant said, and began broadcasting a signal on all frequencies and channels. "EDF Ship, you are ordered to surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded. Repeat, you are ordered to surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded. If you're even out there..."
*****
"Dreath... So that's who you are." Commissar Jhark said, walking around cooly, looking at him with a stern face, and not one of friendliness. "You want to talk about the peace treaty? Well, there was a peace treaty. But if you hadn't come in cloaked, guns online and ready to fire at our installation, teleported to our Outpost, broke into our Outpost, and proceeded to open fire on the outpost troops, you might've had one. But now? Now you can go screw yourself.
"This is the HRA Empire. More so, this is the SS. You don't mess with HRA, and by God, may He have mercy on you, you don't mess with the SS."
"More empires are here for diplomatic reasons."
"Good. Send a party of soldiers to escort them here." Sam said. "Escort them to the dining hall. We will discuss things during dinner."
A squad of soldiers went towards the HRA ship, a single pack hunter that was leashed was being held by a guard with a pistol. It was calm and stayed near the center of the area. The squad waited for the diplomats to come out.
"Good. Send a party of soldiers to escort them here." Sam said. "Escort them to the dining hall. We will discuss things during dinner."
A squad of soldiers went towards the HRA ship, a single pack hunter that was leashed was being held by a guard with a pistol. It was calm and stayed near the center of the area. The squad waited for the diplomats to come out.
"We came here cloaked and armed as we go everywhere. We only did that to protect ourselves. Your people were the ones who opened fire first commissar and now you proceed to insult us after leading to the death of one of our members. I will give you the chance to listen to reason and go back to the treaty or your HRA empire will be at war with the voriarns." Dreath stated to the commissar.
In a massive flash of light, the Constantine dropped out of warp at the edge of the E.D.N system. Ahead of the ship were her two companion vessels, the UCS Hudson and the UCS Fara'gul.
The Hudson, the Constantine, was a Praetor-class Heavy Cruiser while the Fara'gul was a Dashka-type Deep Space Science vessel. The Fara'gul was currently carrying the majority of diplomats tasked with contacting the EDN Empire officials.
"Sir, the Fara'gul is hailing." The communications officer informed.
"Onscreen." Terminus ordered.
The view screen shifted from the starfield to the serene face of Ambassador Ayreye, a Vugan. Vugans, though not one of the Nine founders, were one of the most important species in Space Fleet. After applying for Coalition membership and being accepted, the Vugan had proven to be extremely adept at diplomacy due to their religious belief that any and all ideas should be respected, even if they conflicted with one's own. They were easily identify-able with their purple-tinge skin, pointed ears, silver eyes, and undeniable beauty.
"Ah, Captain Terminus. Your arrival is most appreciated." The ambassador said in her soft, melodic voice. Please allow Captain Darsk to join our channel."
Terminus only had to wait a few second before the face of the Ambassador moved to the left of the screen and the face of an aged Tilion took the right.
Captain Darsk surveyed the brigde for a moment and when his eyes landed on Lieutenant Taurin, the old captain slammed his fists together and bellowed "FOR HONOR AND GLORY!", a salute that Taurin gladly returned. The old Tilion turned his attention to Terminus. "Terminus! It gives me great honor to have finally met you. I have heard of your many glorious adventures throughout this sector."
Terminus nodded his head respectfully. "Thank you Darsk, I'm sure you've had your share of glorious adventures yourself."
Before the Tilion could reply, the Ambassador interrupted. "I am quite certain that the two of you will be able to exchange tales soon, but at the moment we have a mission at hand."
Both captain's sat straighter in their chair as the Vugan began. "From here, we are to set course for E.D.N III and enter planetary orbit. We will then ask the government to receive us and the three of us we head down with my diplomatic attache and we will begin negotiations. Understood?"
Both captains nodded and the Vugan muttered "Good" before closing the channel. The Tilion captain eyed the human and bared with teeth, a Tilion smile. "Tonight, we shall exchange stories of our honorable exploits while sampling what drink this EDN Empire has to offer. Captain Darsk out."
The science vessel began moving off, flanked by the two heavy cruisers, headed for E.D.N III
The Hudson, the Constantine, was a Praetor-class Heavy Cruiser while the Fara'gul was a Dashka-type Deep Space Science vessel. The Fara'gul was currently carrying the majority of diplomats tasked with contacting the EDN Empire officials.
"Sir, the Fara'gul is hailing." The communications officer informed.
"Onscreen." Terminus ordered.
The view screen shifted from the starfield to the serene face of Ambassador Ayreye, a Vugan. Vugans, though not one of the Nine founders, were one of the most important species in Space Fleet. After applying for Coalition membership and being accepted, the Vugan had proven to be extremely adept at diplomacy due to their religious belief that any and all ideas should be respected, even if they conflicted with one's own. They were easily identify-able with their purple-tinge skin, pointed ears, silver eyes, and undeniable beauty.
"Ah, Captain Terminus. Your arrival is most appreciated." The ambassador said in her soft, melodic voice. Please allow Captain Darsk to join our channel."
Terminus only had to wait a few second before the face of the Ambassador moved to the left of the screen and the face of an aged Tilion took the right.
Captain Darsk surveyed the brigde for a moment and when his eyes landed on Lieutenant Taurin, the old captain slammed his fists together and bellowed "FOR HONOR AND GLORY!", a salute that Taurin gladly returned. The old Tilion turned his attention to Terminus. "Terminus! It gives me great honor to have finally met you. I have heard of your many glorious adventures throughout this sector."
Terminus nodded his head respectfully. "Thank you Darsk, I'm sure you've had your share of glorious adventures yourself."
Before the Tilion could reply, the Ambassador interrupted. "I am quite certain that the two of you will be able to exchange tales soon, but at the moment we have a mission at hand."
Both captain's sat straighter in their chair as the Vugan began. "From here, we are to set course for E.D.N III and enter planetary orbit. We will then ask the government to receive us and the three of us we head down with my diplomatic attache and we will begin negotiations. Understood?"
Both captains nodded and the Vugan muttered "Good" before closing the channel. The Tilion captain eyed the human and bared with teeth, a Tilion smile. "Tonight, we shall exchange stories of our honorable exploits while sampling what drink this EDN Empire has to offer. Captain Darsk out."
The science vessel began moving off, flanked by the two heavy cruisers, headed for E.D.N III
Several docking stations were open for the ships, guards standing by the door and escorts just inside. The guards had full EDN Armor, while the escorts had white and orange clothing, their heads open yet contained by the heat-containing suits they were wearing.
Captain Robbins stepped out first, clad in his full ceremonial armour (which included regular protection). The shoulder pads were gold trimmed, with the rank in a dark ruby red, surrounded by a golden laurel. He had his medals and ribbons all on his left chest, with his unit on his right. Over his armour he wore an olive green trench coat made of wool, with his rank on the shoulders and unit on his chest. He had a grin on his face, aviators on his eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth.
"So, EDN has changed since I last was here. Seems you've tamed the Akrids, hmm?" Robbins said, looking straight at the guards. He nodded and chuckled. Behind him was his Honour Guard, with the company standard (Banner), a medic, veterans, a signaler, and two heavy weapons. One anti armour, and one anti infantry. A total of ten soldiers, in all. "Lead on,"
*****
"Actually, Dreath, if I read the report correctly, saw the tapes, and knew what I was doing, I'd say the soldier tried to bring you in for questioning, you intimidated him, and then you drew your pistol and shot his friend in the chest, no?" The Commissar said dryly, and put his hands on the table, angry now. He didn't give a damn who this man was. He tried to kill one of his. "Bring it on."
"So, EDN has changed since I last was here. Seems you've tamed the Akrids, hmm?" Robbins said, looking straight at the guards. He nodded and chuckled. Behind him was his Honour Guard, with the company standard (Banner), a medic, veterans, a signaler, and two heavy weapons. One anti armour, and one anti infantry. A total of ten soldiers, in all. "Lead on,"
*****
"Actually, Dreath, if I read the report correctly, saw the tapes, and knew what I was doing, I'd say the soldier tried to bring you in for questioning, you intimidated him, and then you drew your pistol and shot his friend in the chest, no?" The Commissar said dryly, and put his hands on the table, angry now. He didn't give a damn who this man was. He tried to kill one of his. "Bring it on."
"Well commissar if you mind is made up there is only one thing I can do." Dreath said ending the communication. "Target the commissar's ship and fire the proton cannon." Dreath said heading to his seat. "Yes sir." The ai replied. Given how far away they were it would take just over two minutes for the cannon to hit the commissar's ship. "Fire." Dreath ordered and the cannon fired the shot. "Let us leave and report back to the emperor. I have a slaughter to plan." Dreath said as the ship left the system.
"You could've just surrendered..." The Commissar said, and watched it disappear from a satellite. He had millions of those around the air space that was HRA. In fact, there were more than he could count. Or see. They were all cloaked. "Damn aliens... Alright, target the incoming projectile. We're using energy against energy. Fire the strongest Laser batteries you have and fire the Las Turrets. Now."
10 enormously powerful laser batteries (four heavy lasers on one "barrel"=battery) targeted the Photon and fired, the huge beams shooting through space at the speed of light, hitting it with no doubt. The Las turrets fired discharge after huge discharge, not as sure of hitting it, but they would be close.
10 enormously powerful laser batteries (four heavy lasers on one "barrel"=battery) targeted the Photon and fired, the huge beams shooting through space at the speed of light, hitting it with no doubt. The Las turrets fired discharge after huge discharge, not as sure of hitting it, but they would be close.
"We tamed them a while ago, Joe just approved them for military use a short time ago." The holder explained. "We use them to sniff out wild akrids, we would hate for an unprepared Akrid attack to happen right now."
The guards led them inside, the door guards saluting as they passed. Heaters became a pattern in the wall, Thermal Energy no doubt powering them. "It's obvious why we have heaters." Explained one of the escorts. "Most of our clothing produces enough heat for us to be outside for up to twelve hours, we turned up the heat specifically for this occasion, so a few guards looking a bit warm should be normal for now."
They led the diplomats into a large feasting area, covered in guards, plus several less-armored people in various clothing. Joe stood near the entrance, leaning against the foot he still had. "It's good to see you! I assume you are here for diplomatic reasons?" He shifted to his prosthetic foot.
The guards led them inside, the door guards saluting as they passed. Heaters became a pattern in the wall, Thermal Energy no doubt powering them. "It's obvious why we have heaters." Explained one of the escorts. "Most of our clothing produces enough heat for us to be outside for up to twelve hours, we turned up the heat specifically for this occasion, so a few guards looking a bit warm should be normal for now."
They led the diplomats into a large feasting area, covered in guards, plus several less-armored people in various clothing. Joe stood near the entrance, leaning against the foot he still had. "It's good to see you! I assume you are here for diplomatic reasons?" He shifted to his prosthetic foot.
"Joe? That old bastard? I'm surprised he's still alive." Robbins said, and looked at the snowy landscape. It reminded him so much of the Northern Stronghold, the massive fortress at the Polar Ice Cap where he trained so long ago. It was there that all snow troopers were trained, as the temperatures were the second lowest so far. The lowest being EDN itself: As cold as space itself in her northern ice cap. "You shouldn't've, but it's nice of you to."
Robbins and his Honour Guard walked forward, holding he banner up high. One of the veterans clenched his power fist tightly, forming a tight fist. Another man held his chain sword tight in his hand, like he was waiting for a battle. But none would come. They were here on diplomatic terms. Robbins stopped, held up his hand, and nodded, showing that the Guard should wait outside where they'd be useful. So someone stuck the banner in the ground, so the fabric itself wouldn't touch the floor, and sat down on a crate. "Anyone got cards?"
Robbins entered the room and grinned, taking off his sunglasses, and smiling. There was Joe. Once an enemy, now, perhaps, a friend. "It's good to see you, too! How's your leg doing? Still have one left after I've been through?" Robbins asked, chuckling. He looked down, and winked, joking: "Naw, I'm just here to take the rest of you with me. How've you been?"
Robbins and his Honour Guard walked forward, holding he banner up high. One of the veterans clenched his power fist tightly, forming a tight fist. Another man held his chain sword tight in his hand, like he was waiting for a battle. But none would come. They were here on diplomatic terms. Robbins stopped, held up his hand, and nodded, showing that the Guard should wait outside where they'd be useful. So someone stuck the banner in the ground, so the fabric itself wouldn't touch the floor, and sat down on a crate. "Anyone got cards?"
Robbins entered the room and grinned, taking off his sunglasses, and smiling. There was Joe. Once an enemy, now, perhaps, a friend. "It's good to see you, too! How's your leg doing? Still have one left after I've been through?" Robbins asked, chuckling. He looked down, and winked, joking: "Naw, I'm just here to take the rest of you with me. How've you been?"
As the photon shot was hit mid flight it exploded then and there. The explosion damaged some near by ships but all in all they came off lucky. At the same time on the other end of the galaxy in an unknown part of space Dreath's ship appeared around Calumar or sometimes refereed to as Voriarn prime. The massive planet appeared green from space and it was about five times the size of earth. The massive planet had an equally powerful defense. The massive Voriarn empire fleet. The fleet was large enough to surround the planet in a web like formation. This made sure that not a single inch of space around the planet was unsecured. Among the many thousands of ships surrounding the planet there were many more cloaked ships around the planet as well. Dreath's ship went down to the surface. Upon entering the atmosphere one could see a lush jungle climate. The lush jungle had very well camouflaged defenses like anti air guns and orbital cannons. Dreaths ship landed at the Voriarn emperors palace on one of the thirty landing pads. The palace in it's self was a city that had millions to billions of Voriarn guards and others in it at all times. The architecture was mostly a sleek dark red and silver color for the majority of it. Dreath was greeted at the palace by thousands of guards and two squads of four honor guards. The honor guards stood eight foot tall and wore sleek flexible armor with extended shoulder pads and a headdress as well as a visor that covered there face. So they were fully enclosed in cloak able armor. They also wielded a powerful plasma staff slimier to the one Dreath used but these ones had a extended bit on top which allowed it to fire a high powered laser shot that would causes organic material to burn up. Dreath was escorted to the emperor still in his human form so he could discuss the results of his mission and there plans for war.
"My leg? Well it's somewhere in a Thermal Energy flow." Joe replied. "Come! Sit down and I'll have food and drink be brought to us." Joe said as he walked over to a chair. "Have you and your men have a seat across from me. I assume we have many things to discuss."
The EDF decided to send down a shuttle to this planet with strange energy. five EDF Standard solders and two scientists got into the shuttle and it flew down to the planet. And landed roughly two kilometers from the location of Joe (Or 1.24274 Miles... Just round that down to 1 mile) And began to set up a small camp at their location
Alec had heard the Reports of the com message from his Ships, He turned to the base leader "We are war..." He said and turned to walk out. This disturbed him. Disturbed him deeply, After only two months, one week and two days of peace. Yes He was counting because those days of peace meant everything to him.
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