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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 12:34:12 GMT
The Federal Dome, T+15:00:00 after Operation Autumn Mist
"No, I am not going to stop. That's the best thing about being a Federal citizen, you are entitled to your own opinion. I'm not part of the Foreign Office, so there is no need to act diplomatic. If I hate Keltakens, I hate them, and that's it. Deal with it.", Retia said, smirking. "Do whatever you want. Try to go running back crying to your empire, instead of accepting the situation. You're an ambassador, you have to earn the respect of the foreign people you talk with. You have to be diplomatic. Haven't you been through any diplomatic course? This isn't your Empire, this is our nation. You have to respect us, and you have to follow our laws and customs. Go, report this to your superiors. You'll find that all communications on all frequencies are jammed. There is absolutely no way through which you would be able to contact anyone out of this dome right now, let alone the Keltaken Empire."
Approaching the Keltaken ambassador, Retia unsheathed her sword. "Leaving my opinion aside, and the fact that you act like a little kid, you are breaking the law. Our law. In the lack of a proper diplomatic treaty between the Colonial Federal Republic and the Keltaken Empire, while your status as an ambassador is recognized, you do not enjoy diplomatic immunity. Meaning that outside of the territory of the Keltaken Embassy, you are under the jurisdiction of the Federation, and you are subject to the laws of the Colonies."
Retia then sheathed her sword back, and the soldiers lowered their weapons. "Recording on the territory of the Federated Colonies without the authorization of the Colonial State is a punishable offense. You can be charged with acts of espionage, and arrested, in full accordance with the Articles of Colonization and the Martial Law. Dura lex, sed lex. ", the blonde Hegemonic Officer declared. "People might have something against you, since the grudge between our races won't be forgotten soon., but you openly break our laws, and then demand our respect? This is outrageous, and is breaking all diplomatic conduct."
More serious than before, Retia continued. "In the name of the Articles of Colonization, to which you are subjected right now because of your position on the territory of the Colonial Federal Republic, I must ask you one more time to stop recording this situation, and to give us what you recorded, before returning to the rest of the ambassadors. You shall not be harmed, and you will be returned to your embassy peacefully. But if you refuse, you will be charged with espionage and arrested. We are requesting all of your cooperation into this matter. You are caught in this little martial law situation, and we apologize for that, but that doesn't mean that you can use this moment to freely record around and use it for whatever propagandist ideals you have in mind. Will you cooperate or not?"
In the same time, the Star Captain dealt with the Acruani. "We understand your request, and we will approve it, as long as you relay it through the Colonial Strategic Network, so that it can be supervised by us. We have no intention to interfere with your privacy, but we must really make sure that no important information leaves this planet."
Acruani Embassy, T+ 15:00:00 after Operation Autumn Mist. Colonial Armed Forces are taking control over Xalion.
Soon enough, the Acruani Embassy was surrounded by Colonial Military Forces. Units from the 4546th Colonial Shock Army Group of the Colonial Army, under the command of the High Command of the Army of Xalion, surrounded the embassy with important force. Panzerbrigade 23 of the Panzerkorps and Mechanisierte Infanteriebrigade 3541 surrounded the area, with support from the Colonial Air Force, which sent Gryphon Heavy Multi role Fighters in the area to support. The Colonial military forces formed a blockade around the embassy, both to keep its members in, isolating it from the exterior, and to keep people from the exterior out. A message was soon sent.
This is the Special Group 56A of the 4546th Shock Army Group of the Colonial Armed Forces. In the light of the recent events in Xalion, we have received orders to surround the Acruani Embassy and stop all contact between the embassy and the exterior. We have no hostile intentions towards the embassy, but if any attempts will be made to breach this blockade, we will be forced to open fire.
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Post by Acruan on Aug 10, 2016 17:46:27 GMT
The Acruani Ambassador nodded at the Star Captain, "Thank you. I'll be sending the message immediately." The Acruani reached into the CSN, as advised, hopefully to be granted limited access so she should be able to transmit a simple message, "I am in Xalion on an E12. The ETA for the next message is 6 months, changing the situation to D12 and posteriously to C12 in 9 months. My secondary unit is allowed to be booted and run beyond the scope of Xalion." Beyond that, Melissa then requested that a message was passage along the CSN to her Embassy, stating that the current situation was an E12.
What was an E12? Simply inhibition of contact to the Collective in its least harmful manner. A conclusion that those in the Ambassy itself about be able to understand even without, or before, receiving the message from Melissa.
After a few moments after the message was sent, a relatively loud white noise was produce by the entrance of the where two Acruani stood. As soon as it stopped a message was relayed, "Following standard Acruani protocol," a masculine, albeit robotic, voice spoke, "We will accept your demands and close external communication channels for the next 24 hours. Within this time we require contact with the Acruani Ambassador Melissa Lee or permission to contact the Acruani Collective to report the current situation. We also request that the Acruani still within the transport ships earlier today to be safely escorted back to this building. We thank you for your lack of hostile intentions."
Beyond the message, there was no change in the embassy, neither the shields went nor did the two Acruani standing in front of it go into it.
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Aug 15, 2016 21:03:58 GMT
The Federal Dome, T+15:00:00 after Operation Autumn Mist"No, I am not going to stop. That's the best thing about being a Federal citizen, you are entitled to your own opinion. I'm not part of the Foreign Office, so there is no need to act diplomatic. If I hate Keltakens, I hate them, and that's it. Deal with it.", Retia said, smirking. "Do whatever you want. Try to go running back crying to your empire, instead of accepting the situation. You're an ambassador, you have to earn the respect of the foreign people you talk with. You have to be diplomatic. Haven't you been through any diplomatic course? This isn't your Empire, this is our nation. You have to respect us, and you have to follow our laws and customs. Go, report this to your superiors. You'll find that all communications on all frequencies are jammed. There is absolutely no way through which you would be able to contact anyone out of this dome right now, let alone the Keltaken Empire." Approaching the Keltaken ambassador, Retia unsheathed her sword. "Leaving my opinion aside, and the fact that you act like a little kid, you are breaking the law. Our law. In the lack of a proper diplomatic treaty between the Colonial Federal Republic and the Keltaken Empire, while your status as an ambassador is recognized, you do not enjoy diplomatic immunity. Meaning that outside of the territory of the Keltaken Embassy, you are under the jurisdiction of the Federation, and you are subject to the laws of the Colonies." Retia then sheathed her sword back, and the soldiers lowered their weapons. "Recording on the territory of the Federated Colonies without the authorization of the Colonial State is a punishable offense. You can be charged with acts of espionage, and arrested, in full accordance with the Articles of Colonization and the Martial Law. Dura lex, sed lex. ", the blonde Hegemonic Officer declared. "People might have something against you, since the grudge between our races won't be forgotten soon., but you openly break our laws, and then demand our respect? This is outrageous, and is breaking all diplomatic conduct." More serious than before, Retia continued. "In the name of the Articles of Colonization, to which you are subjected right now because of your position on the territory of the Colonial Federal Republic, I must ask you one more time to stop recording this situation, and to give us what you recorded, before returning to the rest of the ambassadors. You shall not be harmed, and you will be returned to your embassy peacefully. But if you refuse, you will be charged with espionage and arrested. We are requesting all of your cooperation into this matter. You are caught in this little martial law situation, and we apologize for that, but that doesn't mean that you can use this moment to freely record around and use it for whatever propagandist ideals you have in mind. Will you cooperate or not?" In the same time, the Star Captain dealt with the Acruani. "We understand your request, and we will approve it, as long as you relay it through the Colonial Strategic Network, so that it can be supervised by us. We have no intention to interfere with your privacy, but we must really make sure that no important information leaves this planet."
Acruani Embassy, T+ 15:00:00 after Operation Autumn Mist. Colonial Armed Forces are taking control over Xalion.
Soon enough, the Acruani Embassy was surrounded by Colonial Military Forces. Units from the 4546th Colonial Shock Army Group of the Colonial Army, under the command of the High Command of the Army of Xalion, surrounded the embassy with important force. Panzerbrigade 23 of the Panzerkorps and Mechanisierte Infanteriebrigade 3541 surrounded the area, with support from the Colonial Air Force, which sent Gryphon Heavy Multi role Fighters in the area to support. The Colonial military forces formed a blockade around the embassy, both to keep its members in, isolating it from the exterior, and to keep people from the exterior out. A message was soon sent.
This is the Special Group 56A of the 4546th Shock Army Group of the Colonial Armed Forces. In the light of the recent events in Xalion, we have received orders to surround the Acruani Embassy and stop all contact between the embassy and the exterior. We have no hostile intentions towards the embassy, but if any attempts will be made to breach this blockade, we will be forced to open fire.
"I will cooperate for now, regardless of what i truly do your kind will continue to hold your predjudice long after I am dead from what i have seen, and your willingness to pull a weapon on me is proof enough that you are devoted in your work. I would like to ask you not do that again unless such action be warranted." He slowly moved his hand up and pressed the side of his helmate taking out the memory disk from his helmate and handing it over to the officer. "Now if you truly belive my kind wont abandon you in a moments notice you are sadly mistaken. My point for being here is to determine if we should support you or proceed with our own plans. All i have seen from the soldiers and citizens has given me little reason to lift a claw and help you, by no means am i ask you to drop to your knees and bow to my every whim, but i am asking for a level of respect that would you given to one of my fellow ambassadors. If the invaders where not a threat I doubt i would not already be in a gave or even worse my body burned or on an autopsy table by your people. I wish to think that we could benefit from one another but constant threats to me and my kind will not bring a fleet to your aid. I shall be leaving now with or without escort and if i must defend myself to leave I shall i must file a report on the goings on of today as is my duty as an ambassador to the keltaken empire" with that he started to move back towards the door getting ready to leave for the embassy. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 12:35:19 GMT
"File all the reports you want, but you won't be sending anything.", Retia said, looking at the Keltaken Ambassador. "Or put it in a bottle and throw it in the water. Maybe somebody will find it, who knows?", she said, turning around. "Soldiers, please escort the ambassadors to their respective embassies. Make sure to protect them and stop any kind of contact between them and the population. Dismissed."
"Jawohl, Frau Kommandant!"
With that, the soldiers escorted the ambassadors out of the dome, with lieutenant von Esmarch escorting the Keltaken Ambassador, while the Star Captain escorted the Acruani ambassador. But before the ambassadors were taken out, they could see a soldier approaching Retia, saluting, and quickly reporting something in Colonial Standard, from which they could only hear the first part. "Frau Kommandant! Feldwebel Johann berichtet! Wir haben einen Problem.."
Acruani Embassy
The Colonial troops remained on position, and soon enough, an answer was sent.
"The permission to contact the Acruani Collective will unfortunately not be granted. Xalion is under lockdown for the time being. The Ambassador has been already allowed to contact the Collective. She will be returned to the Embassy soon, and the Acruani still within the transport ships will be returned to the embassy. Thank you for your understanding. God bless the Federated Colonies."
And not before long, it happened. Melissa Lee and the other Acruani were returned to their embassy, but the military forces remained, joined by some artillery units, surrounding the embassy. But whether it was to block the embassy from contacting the outside, or to protect it from the outside, remained to be seen..
Somewhere
A lone Colonial soldier was patrolling the streets somewhere on Xalion. It was night, but one couldn't know that without looking at the clock. In the.. more isolated parts of Xalion, there was always night. The smoke thrown into the sky by the tall chimneys of the refineries covered the sun day and night.. but here, the artificial light couldn't reach.. leaving the zone in a permanent semi-darkness. While the elites and the rich of the planet were unaffected by the status of the planet.. here, it couldn't be more obvious. Xalion was dying. The planet was dying. The dream was dying.
The soldier was tired, and did not pay attention to his surroundings. He held his rifle carelessly, and he was smoking. Not tobacco, since that thing was so expensive these days. Fruit flavored chemical cigarettes. Mainly with vitamins, and supplements, to help the citizens of Xalion live in the lack of natural light. Distributed freely by the Government. How nice of them.
But then, the soldier suddenly heard something, and dropping his cigarette, he turned around, pointing his rifle in the darkness.. he could see a figure.. something.. partially covered in crystal.. moaning, whining, crying.
And then, a scream was heard. The scream of someone dying.
And nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 12:03:53 GMT
 Die Föderierte Kolonien
"Einheit, Freiheit, und Glechheit!"
Xalion
The Federated Colonies
"Unity, Freedom, and Equality!"
Xalion
Xalion, Queen of the Colonies Built like a symbol to stand. Proud and divine. Xalion, your golden towers glow, Even through darkness and smoke. Sparkling, they shine...
But that was long time ago. Long time ago, when the rich, green and golden planet of Xalion was the Queen of the Colonies.. its riches were a legend in the galaxy.. its nature.. its golden towers and skyscrapers.. its clean and huge cities.. the Golden Earth. But that was just.. the past. Xalion was dying, it's once proud golden towers covered by smoke and darkness, the planet slowly suffocated.. corruption.. inefficiency.. defeats.. refugees.. the end was near. Nothing lasts forever.. it's in the nature of time, that the old ways must give in.. It all began quietly. Rumors, reports. Death, murders, crystals, a disease. The Federal response was mixed and slow, but the ZKP(Zentrum für Krankheitskontrolle und Prävention), the Center for Disease Control and Prevention of Xalion, with support from the Freikorps and the Feldgendarmerie 1, started to put several districts of the planet under quarantine. The rumors spread.. and the fear. The Feds..they were planning something.. The Federal Government wasn't too popular on Xalion. Why would it be? The planet was dying, because of them. Corrupt.. inefficient.. stuck in the dreams of a lost glorious past. The planet was dying. And away, away from the proud Federal District, its people were dying too. All, for the war. Because of the wars. And now, what? Martial Law? The Articles of Colonization were in danger. Their freedom was in danger. And the worst.. they were on Xalion. The aliens. The murderers. The traitors. The enemies. The enemies. The Federals were going to simply forget what happened in the past? All those deaths.. all that suffering.. all that pain.. never. The murderers shouldn't be allowed to soil Xalion. People started to get out on the streets. Humans, aliens.. without any real purpose at the beginning.. filled with anger, rage, and hatred. Red flags started to be waved. The police tried to keep them under control. But soon, millions of people were out. It had started.
Acruani Embassy
Hört ihr wie das Volk erklingt?
Von unserer Wut erzählt der Wind...
Das ist die Sinfonie von Menschen,
Die nicht länger Sklaven sind!
Jedes Herz schlägt wie es kann,
Unsere Hezen trommeln laut!
Alles fängt ganz von Neuem an,
Wenn der Morgen graut!2
A huge crowd of protesters, like those who were outside of the spaceport when the ambassadors arrived, slowly but surely walked towards the Acruani embassy, appearing from around the streets and the skyscrapers in the distance. Waving red flags, and holding placards, singing something in Colonial Standard. Thousands of people. "Damned populists.", Star Captain von Hyre said. The blonde Colonial was among the Colonial forces surrounding the Acruani embassy, and it seemed that the Federals were taken by surprise by this popular movement. Quickly taking a metallic device in the form of a circle, and putting it on his chest, the Colonial officer activated the nanosuit, which expanded into the usual Colonial military suit. The soldiers desperately started to prepare. "Feldgendarmerie, shields, forward. Form a perimeter. Do not shoot!" Under alarm, the Colonial soldiers prepared their weapons, while the gendarmes formed a circle with their transparent shields, prepared to keep the people away. They seemed pretty angry. "Let us in!", a voice was heard. "Can't do. My orders are to keep everyone away.", the Colonial officer said. Some in the crowd started to shout. And then suddenly, a rock was thrown, hitting the officer in the head. As the blue eyed officer tried to stand back again, having been protected by the suit, the people were pushing in the gendarmes trying to open a way. Someone hit one of the gendarmes with a bat, and as the gendarme wasn't wearing a nanosuit, it fell on the ground, with a bleeding head. People rushed in through the hole in the shield-wall, and the soldier who was behind the wounded gendarme, scared, pulled the trigger. A shot was heard, a blue alien fell on the ground, bleeding, with a big hole in its chest. And then the madness began. "Hold your fire!", the officer shouted in vain. Maybe if they had been normal soldiers, their discipline would have stopped in. But they were Free Corps. Militia. Volunteers. Former civilians. This was too much. One by one, other soldiers opened fire. The protestors pushed forward, breaking the shield-wall, stealing the weapons of the gendarmes, opening fire on their own, jumping on the soldiers, beating them, pushing forward. Someone fired a rocket launcher at one of the three fighters hovering around. The fighters opened fire. Blood was spilled. "Feuer! Feuer frei! 3" , the officer finally ordered. And the massacre began. The two mobile artillery units in the back fired gas projectiles. Death. And thousands screamed. It was everyone for himself. Survive, or die...
Keltaken Embassy
Wenn die Barrikade ruft,
Dann bebt der Feind vor unserem Schrei!
Wir bauen eine Welt,
Ganz ohne Hass und Tyrannei!4
The situation around the Keltaken Embassy was much worse. The crowd outside was at least a few times larger than that around the Acruani Embassy, and much more violent. The Federals surrounding it however weren't exactly set on dying to protect a reptilian embassy. Luckily for everyone, the troops around here were mostly Star Guards and SPEKO units, the soldiers here keeping their discipline, and not firing, keeping the crowd away with the help of the Feldgendarmerie and their shields. But they had already sent a retreat request to the Z.O.K. 5"Send a message to the.. ambassador.", lieutenant von Esmarch ordered to one of her soldiers. "Tell him if he may please to lock himself in the embassy and ignore the protesters or something. Quick." And the message was sent.
Spaceport X56H, temporary location of the Confederate embassy, waiting for a spaceship for the moon of Xalion.
Wenn du kämpfst mit ganzer Kraft,
Hat bald ein Ende alle Not!
Mancher wird dahingerafft,
Stirbt einen ehrenvollen Tod!
Die Erde von Xalion:
vom Blut unserer Helden hellrot!6
The situation at the spaceport was also a little bit better, and a little bit worse when compared to the other situations. While waiting for a transport ship to arrive to take the Confederate delegation to the moon of Xalion, where their embassy was, the Confederate delegation had been temporarily told to wait in the spaceport, where they were able to enjoy the facilities of the spaceport, which included rooms, food, and everything necessary. But the troops protecting them were also smaller. Except for a small squad of Free Corps volunteers, easily to set apart due to their blue-red armbands with the initials F.K., and their normal equipment, and a small group of SPEKO soldiers. And then the security of the spaceport, but that was.. so and so. The huge crowd of protestors wasn't standing anymore where it had stood in the past day, but they were actively pushing against the gates and the wall around the spaceport. "Gruppe 56, wir brauchen Hilfe. X56H." 7, one of the Freikorps officers said on the radio, before looking at the Confederate ambassador. "Frau Botschafter 8, please stay back with your delegation, hide in the backrooms of the building. The ship should arrive soon. We apologize for this, we have no idea what's happening.", the young officer, probably a volunteer, and clearly stressed, said. "We have requested backup, and we'll keep them away if they break in." The officer then looked at his men. "Prepare your weapons boys. Lethal ammo. Don't fire unless fired upon..." The whole of Xalion was boiling in anger and hate.
1 The Feldgendarmerie, literally Field Gendarmerie, is the uniformed military police of the Colonial Federal Republic. 2.Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes! 3. Fire! Fire at will! 4. Roughly translated by me: When the barricades call, The enemy shall shiver in front of our shout! We shall build a new world, Without hate and tyranny! 5 Zentraloberkommando, the Central High Command. 6. Will you give all you can give So that our banner may advance Some will fall and some will live Will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs Will water the meadows of Xalion! 7. Group 56. We need help. (Position) X56H. 8. Lady Ambassador, German. |
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Post by Acruan on Sept 22, 2016 2:17:00 GMT
What kind of people uses lethal weaponry while dealing with civilians, certainly has made an incredibly effective system. The Acruani being inside the Embassy did not interfere with the Colonials killing each other. It was happening outside the Embassy. The silvery door to it was closed. And chances are civilians wouldn't have anything strong enough to break it open instantaneously. The ship was made considering how the Colonials might just try to attack it. It is a space ship after all, of the kind made to resist attacks from the same ships the Colonials prize.
There seemed to be no reaction from the Acruani Embassy. It was, however, scanning the situation using visual scanning methods. Nothing that would harm organics in the long term.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Oct 23, 2016 19:37:40 GMT
Above Xalion, a small rip opened within space, with a dull grey ship exiting the rift. It looked to be a military vessel of at least destroyer class, thorny violet vines crawling along its hull and congregating around the center of the ship in to four thicker tendrils. These tendrils sprouted each from four tubes at the top of the ship, clogging them entirely. Whatever purpose they served was debatable. However, what was not debatable was the make of the ship, with more than recognizable ramming blades at the front of the vessel, and corrosive cannons lining the side, their radiant green barrels evident against the blackness of space. The most glaring thing about the vessel, however, was its insignia stamped on each side. An eyeless, and sharp toothed skull with a single thorn piercing through the top of its head, and a lightning bolt crack trailing down its face. The tribal mark of the Drathians.
The ship was radio silent at first, but soon, the crackle of attempted contact could be heard at Colonial Communications Centers.
It was a short and blunt message, lacking the normal flare of the usual Drathian communications, but it did get the point across. Rather nicely, at that. Until receiving a conformation or denial, the ship hung in orbit, weapons uncharged, and FTL-Drive inactive.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 12:21:24 GMT
 The Federated Colonies
Die Föderierte Kolonien
"Einheit, Freiheit, und Glechheit!"
"Unity, Freedom, and Equality!"
Strangely enough.. the area around Xalion was pretty quiet for the capital system of one of the largest nations in the known universe. There were a couple civilian ships around, but they were mostly keeping their communications down, and the few military ships present there simply watched the Drathians, but without activating their shields or their weapons. A few squadrons of fighters did however maintain a closer distance to the Drathian ship, but from what it seemed like, it was only to make sure that no civilian ships would come around. Xalion was... just as usual. A dying and sick planet, completely covered in thick,dark clouds, with a vague golden hue all around. Not exactly the best place to live in. The message of the Drathians was initially met with radio silence... before something was heard, but it was more of an interference... and very, very vaguely, something could be heard in the background... like muffled gunshots?.. Nevertheless, after a few more moments of silence, a voice was heard. |
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Post by Drakorphobia on Oct 24, 2016 22:37:51 GMT
"An odd transmission." Said Captain Scale-Cutter once communications had been cut. He didn't like the radio static, nor the length of time the Colonials had taken to respond. It seemed unnatural to him, unfitting with the prim discipline of the Federated Colonies. He turned to a communications officer on the bridge, barking an order to him. "Reply that message!" Turning back to the captain's console, the audio of the transmission replayed. Listening in, he heard what sounded like muffled gunshots. Why those would be present on a diplomatic transmission was beyond him, but it forced him to stop and consider his options. Clearly something was happening on the surface of Xalion, which could prove to be deadly to himself and his crew. He could easily abandon the meeting and tell the Fylkja what had happened. Or, he could continue as planned, albeit with extra caution. Either way, his head was on the line, so he decided to go with option two.
"Captain?" Asked a voice from behind Verak, which made him freeze in place. To some, it could be humorous to see a tall, bulky Drathian such as Verak, clad in his grey, badge laden uniform, cringe at someone as small and lean as the Fylkja. However, the captain knew very well what the woman was capable of. He did not want to be the next to be purged. "There seems to be a delay. Is all well?" The Fylkja inquired, and was answered by a nod from the captain.
"All is fine, we are preparing to land in the Federal District." He looked to a navigator. "Spaceport FD-356-DF45, make it happen." Almost immediately, there was a slight lurch as the Grief began to turn towards Xalion, and descend into the atmosphere. From below, the clouds could be seen to part, as if making way for the hulk of the destroyer in its descent. Gliding for a few kilometers or so, the ship finally began to hover over the station, and prepare for landing. Unless, of course, it was stopped by an outside force.
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Post by The Governor on Oct 25, 2016 4:21:11 GMT
In the spaceport, Ambassador Bethany Rhodes was concerned, but not exactly afraid. She had been under fire before, and one of the most important things was to remain calm. If things deteriorated, she might be able to talk to the protesters. That, of course, was an absolute last resort, if the protesters outside broke into the spaceport and captured her. At any rate, there was nothing she could do but wait. Besides, they were representatives of the Confederacy, not the Empire. The Confederacy had only given support during a single war, and had realised their error afterward. But the Confederacy had also helped the Allies a great deal since the Second Great War began. Surely with a free press, the Colonials would know that and take it into consideration.
She replied to the officer in an even tone, "Dont worry, friend." Bethany didn't know the officer's name, but the ambassador wanted to convey that she cared. "You have our full cooperation. I'm a diplomatic figure, and I'm not about to start a war by getting myself killed doing something stupid. We'll head to the back of the spaceport, and await your instructions."
As the protesters outside grew more animated, Bethany removed a small, silver crucifix from around her neck and handed it to the Freikorps officer. The ambassador said in a reassuring tone, "Dont be afraid. Keep in mind, a higher power watches over all of us. Just as He protected the fledgling Confederacy from the Abyssals a millennium ago, He will protect you and your soldiers today." Rhodes hoped the gesture was reassuring. She was remembering now about the Axiom Church in the Colonies, and there was no telling what exactly the officer believed.
When the small Confederate delegation headed towards the back rooms of the spaceport, the two guards began arguing. They were members of Imperial Intelligence. They wore the silenced laser carbines, the concealed knives, cloaking fields, and the mastery of unarmed combat that made a single agent into a shadowy attack force. They also wore the dark grey uniforms typical of Intelligence. The symbol on their collarbones marked them as the most important agents, and the color white represented their mission as diplomatic security operatives. It consisted of an X, with a small, filled diamond resting in the top portion.
The guard at Bethany's left hand had black hair, with wide streaks of grey. He was Phantom Agent Jack Markinson, and the only one Director Silva trusted to oversee the assignment. Despite his age, Jack remained fast as a starship, elusive as a shadow, and lethal as a toxin. But on the inside, he was panicking. Three extraordinarily important figures to the Confederacy were present and in danger. If a word got back to Isabel, then the Director would act rashly, no matter what Governor Sharp did to try and stop her.
The other guard was slightly taller than Markinson and much younger, standing six foot three. His body was that of a strong young man, and his uniform hung beautifully off his frame. The agent had lightly tanned skin, an unusual trait in the Confederacy. His eyes were green like the ocean foam, and his hair was thick, wavy, short, and gold like the afternoon sun. If it wasn't for the enormity of the situation he was in, he would have been overjoyed by his post on Xalion. It was the first protection mission he'd been assigned. It had meant a great deal. If he had botched an execution op, there was always another agent ready to complete the mission. But protection was different, an honour reserved for the most effective and trustworthy operatives.
Despite the tremors inside, the young many knew he had to control them, for the sake of everyone. He took a moment to steady his voice, and asked, "So what's the situation, Jack? You're the longest-serving agent. I know you've seen something like this before. You can get us out of this."
"I'm a spy, not an angel, Carter," the older man replied. "You want miracles, kneel and pray for one. I dont make them. And I've never seen anything like this. We're in real danger. I told the Director not to send you here. Guarding an ambassador was supposed to be an easy assignment for you. Something where you could really learn the ropes without getting yourself killed. Being besieged in a spaceport, with only a handful of troops standing between us and a horde of ignorant Colonials, the guards we brought back at the embassy. This was NEVER supposed to happen."
"So we're in danger. I can understand that. But just contact the Director. I know she'll send support."
"I KNOW Isabel will send support, Carter. That's exactly the problem. If she finds out that this diplomatic team is in danger, she will send an armada of Persecutors (Intelligence Dreadnought) and a trillion greycoats to rescue us. You really think she wont pull out every stop for her cousin the Ambassador, me, her best agent, and you, her own son? If those idiots outside really think we're the enemy and not the Abyssals, the rescue will look like an invasion. And just like that, Third Intergalactic War, with the Confederacy unstable enough."
"So that's off the table," the younger agent said. He was Carter Sharp, the Governor's oldest son. At 22 years old, he was very young for his post in Intelligence, but he was also a prodigy. Just a year ago he'd managed to stop thinking of Silva as his mother during missions. Recalling the numerous assassination attempts he'd faced for being the heir to the Confederacy, Carter added, "And danger is nothing new to me. I've dealt with it all my life. Who nearly got killed three times before eighteen? Who infiltrated the EOH as a child soldier to relay information back to Intelligence? I did."
As the group began barricading the door of a back room, Bethany said, "Everyone just stay calm. The Colonial soldiers will protect us. They said the ship will arrive soon, and I expect exactly that to happen. We will board, and return to the embassy. If needed, we leave there as well. And if everything goes as wrong as possible, we can jump to hyperspace in whatever ship is available. I'm not sure on the particulars of Colonial FTL, but I know it's different than ours. They dont use hyperdrive, so unless they have something very similar, no way they can catch us once we make the jump. Especially not if they dont know our exact destination. All we have to do is reach a Confederate ship, and we're out of here alive. But for now, we wait, and we hope for the best."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 15:50:16 GMT
The Federated ColoniesDie Föderierte Kolonien"Einheit, Freiheit, und Glechheit!""Unity, Freedom, and Equality!" As soon as it would emerge from the clouds, the Drathian ship was easily able to see the spaceport beneath them, after all, the amalgam of landing stations and areas, although clearly built with Colonial ships in mind, was obvious, standing lonely in its area, surrounded by all sides from the normal huge towers and buildings that marked the strictly lined up Colonial cities. Or city. The spaceport itself, as large as it was, seemed to be built on top of a platform, as there was no way to see the ground itself. The spaceport was way up, in the upper levels of the planetary city... much was still down beneath.
The Drathian ship would be able to land pretty easily, on the platform that was designated for it. Coincidentally, that platform was also the closest to the building area in which the Confederate ambassador and the Freikorps soldiers were, although of course, it would be impossible for the Drathians to realize what was happening. The large spaceport was indeed, pretty empty, with only one other ship preparing to land on a different platform.. but the crowds of people on the other side of the building area seemed to be simply people, probably passengers or something. There was no way to tell what was going to happen.. As soon as the Drathians landed however, a small group of Freikorps volunteers, around five, left the nearby building and stopped in front of their platform, waiting for them.
"Well, I seriously wonder if there is anything there...". the Freikorps officer said, taking the crucifix. Of course, a large part of the Colonies did belong to the Axiom Church, but luckily, the officer in question wasn't. Although, he didn't seem to be too religious. "Because all that has been happening until now makes you thing.. either nothing exists, or God simply forgot about the Colonies.. well, thank you ambassador. And do not worry, me and my men will do our job." And as the small Confederate delegation started to head towards the back of the building, the volunteers took their positions, with a small group being sent out and in the back to greet the arriving ship. The Freikorps took its positions in the front of the building, blocking the door. But suddenly... the ground started to shake.
Although it would be sometimes pretty difficult to tell from the orbit, as its sick atmosphere was covering all of its skies.. Xalion was indeed an ecumenopolis. As the most populated planet in the Federation, the entirety of its surface and way beyond was covered by a gargantuan planetary city, from what once was its surface, beyond, and way up above. Some places, like the Federal District and the Federal Spaceport, where way up, in the superior levels. But others... were way, down, below. And of course, even if it was sick and dying, Xalion was still geologically active. And to keep the pressure in its tectonic plates down.. the Colonials had their Tectonic Plate Reactors.
Tectonic Plate Reactors, Central
It was a quiet day... a really quiet day. Ever since the entire process had been automatized, and put in the care of artificial intelligence, not many people were working in the reactors anymore. A lonely old man, and some guards, were the only present today, with the man being the only one one in the control room, lightly sleeping. There was no need to worry, after all. It was routine work. Everything was alright...
Anyone else would have failed to notice it, after all, it was nearly impossible to notice.. but this old man had been working here for decades, from long before the AI's were added.. something was wrong, as he woke up. The pressure was raising... and certain reactors were lowering their power. With all the Opilium mining done under the crust, the tectonic plates and everything that was inside Xalion was pretty tense.. kept in place by huge structures and the by the reactors that were always taking away pressure, turning it into energy as a bonus, but stopping any earthquakes from happening. The tectonic activity of Xalion wasn't what it used to be.. but still, it was there. In the past, there were many things built, and created, to keep the forces of nature under control.. but as the Colonies declined, so did the interest of the Federals into it. If it wasn't broken, why fix it? And this is what remained.
But this was strange... really strange... what was the AI doing? It should have already noticed it... the man thought, as he started to introduce some commands..but no response was given back. And the pressure was rising.. faster.. and faster... as the man was quickly trying to type in commands, he didn't think about how weird the situation was.. or about how no one else was noticing. But this was starting to become critical.. how sudden.. how quick... why?
Realizing that this would be catastrophic, the man stood up, ready to go and take manual control... but before he could, a gunshot was heard. Looking down at his chest, the old man managed to see blood.. before he fell through the holographic controls, on the ground.
And that's when the alarms started to ring.
The ground suddenly started to shake.. firstly just a little. Some older Freikorps volunteers were among the first to notice, used to the shaking ground of a battlefield because of an artillery barrage. But for many, like the young officer, this was a new sensation.. and then the ground started to shake harder, and harder.. and then hell unleashed. It was as if the very planet was shaking off.. Soldiers fell down, protestors fell down.. everything fell down. Buildings, which hadn't been repaired for centuries, collapsed in an instant. The very foundation of the planet was shaken, with many districts simply falling down, the buildings beneath them crumbling.. in the spaceport, the Colonial ship which was trying to land realized what was happening, and tried to climb back up.. before the tall control tower nearby broke in two, and its upper part collapsed on top of the civilian ship, plunging it to the ground brutally, the ship exploding.., the remains of the ship and of the tower burning on the platform next to the Drathian ship. The very building area partially collapsed.. and in the distance, among the chaos, the tall pole like structures, which led the artificial lighting so indispensable to the Xalion, collapsed, leaving entire parts of the planet into darkness, as no light could pass through the dark clouds.. and suddenly, the earthquake stopped. Leaving the planet into rubble. chaos, and fire.
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Post by The Governor on Oct 25, 2016 22:33:32 GMT
On the moon of Xalion, the Confederate diplomatic security team began to panic. They had noticed how long the Ambassador was gone, and knew it was longer than planned. Obviously, most of the embassy sensors couldn’t penetrate the thick clouds, but three beacons were constantly relayed signals to the security team. They were implanted in the Ambassador and her guards, and as long as the three were alive, their position and vitals were being broadcast to the embassy.
The guards knew that the Ambassador was trapped somewhere on the surface of Xalion, but they weren’t sure how. The security chief, Ensign George Tracey, could only guess as he frantically tried to contact the planet. He commanded Vertigo Team, a small, elite, commando team. They were mostly hardened veterans of enlisted rank. He was the highest ranked man with the group. Most of the more important Confederate officers were on Terra Nova. But George was here, and he had a job to do.
He said in a concerned tone over a communication terminal, “Xalion Foreign Office, this is Ensign George Tracey, the security chief for Ambassador Rhodes and the Confederate embassy. Can you tell me where the Ambassador is? I know she’s alive, but I see she hasn't moved in some time. I’m sure you’re doing everything you can to protect her, but we’re concerned. Because of the clouds, our sensors are blocked, so we’re blind up here. Also because of the clouds, your atmosphere isn't the healthiest for off worlders. I’m worried that whatever you gave the Ambassador could wear off, and she might be suffocating. Please give us some kind of update on the situation. I’d really prefer to land myself, but I’m not going to do so before checking with the Foreign Office and Orbital Control. The last thing we received was a message stating martial law was in place, and not to contact the Confederacy. I’m willing to cooperate, but please tell me what’s happening.”
The rest of the commandos looked at him, wondering what to do next. Under normal circumstances, they could do their jobs masterfully. But this was a diplomatic situation, and everyone had to tread lightly. And so Vertigo Team waited for their leader’s orders.
Slowly, the young soldier said to his troops, “Midshipman Banks, fire up the Pegasus. The rest of you, get your armour on. Load rocket, gatling, sniper, and grenade attachments, and lots of ammunition. Helmets on at all times. That planet has poison air. Load stims too, the whole palette. Most of all, be ready for a fight, a rescue, and a hasty exit. Do not board transport, and do not take off until I give the order. Calibrate the turbolasers, sight the rocket launchers, clear space for the delegation. But do not take off.”
Tracey hoped the Colonials would answer soon.
Meanwhile, in the spaceport below, the Confederate delegation had been knocked to the ground, the same as the rest of the planet. Carter was the first to rise, and Bethany got up shortly after.
Only Jack remained on the floor. And after what seemed an eternity, the aging Intelligence member slowly got up. He was leaning to one side, and seemed to be holding his left wrist.
“Are you all right, Jack?” Bethany asked in a concerned tone.
Pain coursed through his lower left arm, but the agent had to cover it up. He had fallen against a table. It had broken his fall at first, but then it had split in half, and the agent had landed arm first on the hard floor. But he gritted his teeth and lied calmly, “It’s nothing, Ambassador. And don’t worry about me. Perhaps I can't beat an Inquisition Knight in hand to hand combat anymore, but I can still mop the floor with common thugs. I’m going to protect both of you whatever happens.”
“What now then?” Carter asked. “Everything outside is quiet, at least right now. Should we contact the Embassy? Maybe they could send help.”
“We look around,” Bethany said. “The Colonial officer said a ship would arrive soon. I’m not sure if it’s here, but earthquakes are always followed by aftershocks. That means that even though a lot of this building is already down, the rest could crumble at any second. We can't stay in here.”
And then the lights went out. Prepared for low light conditions, Jack and Carter reacted quickly. They pressed inconspicuous switches on their glasses, and low light vision systems surged to life. They could see the room and its contents much better than anyone without low light equipment. Bethany, on the other hand, was blind.
Carter grabbed the Ambassador’s hand, and said in an even tone, “It’s me, Bethany. Jack and I were equipped for this. Low light vision adaptors.” He added as he drew and prepared his CI-28 laser pistol, “I’ll lead us forward, Jack. I can react faster. Walk behind us, and make sure nothing sneaks up.”
The older agent didn't like being told what to do, but he knew Carter’s logic was sound. “Alright. Let’s go,” he stated simply.
As they moved forward, Bethany activated a small holocomm. Eventually, it was answered by the Confederate embassy. A comm officer said in a relieved tone, “Good to hear from you, Ambassador. I’ll connect you to Ensign Tracey.”
Moments later, the face of Tracey appeared. “Thank God you’re all right, Ambassador. What’s going on down there? I’ve been worried about you.”
“Your concern is appreciated, Ensign,” she replied. “Some things have happened since the meeting of the Colonial legislative body. Martial law is in place. We were waiting for a ship to bring us to the embassy. We were inside a spaceport, guarded by Colonial volunteers and a small SPEKO detachment. There were protesters outside, but I’m not sure what became of them. Or the Colonial soldiers, actually. An earthquake hit. It’s killed power in at least our section of the spaceport, and half of the building has collapsed. Jack, Carter, and I are making our way outside. We can't risk being crushed by an aftershock. Not a word about any of this to the Confederacy, especially to my cousin, Director Silva. Do that ensign, and you’re almost guaranteed to start a war. Talk to the Colonial authorities. I know they were going to escort us, but a lot has changed. Ask them if you can provide extraction for us, or assist them at all. Listen to their instructions. I’ll see you soon, Ensign.”
Nodding, Tracey only said, “Understood Ambassador.” Then he closed the channel.
After a short while longer of climbing over the rubble, Carter spotted something. He said evenly, “I think there’s a window over there. Could just be a hole in the wall. It looks smashed. We should see what’s happened outside.” It looked like something was burning, but until they got closer, it would be difficult to tell.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Oct 26, 2016 1:11:43 GMT
On board the DSV Grief
Verak was about to open the hangar doors of the ship, when a great rumbling threw him, and the rest of the occupants of the bridge, from their feet. Papers flew everywhere, and as the explosion of the civilian ship sounded just beside the Drathian vessel, alarms went off within the Grief. The sirens blared through the ships halls, filling the air with its shrill shrieks of warning, whilst alarm lights bathed the interior of the ship red. It was a few moments before Captain Verak was able to regain his footing, and check the ship's control console, which reported only minor damage, none of it hull piercing. After a second observation, Verak manually disabled the alarms, and the ship fell mostly silent, save for a few crew still shuffling around and reorganizing their possessions.
"Captain?" Asked Ensign Yvakvik, a young green skinned Drathian who had yet to even earn his last name. "What was that?" It was not the captain, but a scientist that answered him.
"Looks to be a tectonic disturbance.. By what, I have no idea." The Drathian, former head researcher Avik 'Three-Eye', replied. He turned to the Fylkja, who was leaning against the railing of the observation deck present on the bridge, just next to the Captain. "I don't suggest leaving the ship, my lady. It hardly seems safe."
"I'll bring extra guards with me, then." Said the Fylkja in turn, observing her relatively sharp nails. "I'm sure it will be no trouble. There wasn't any sign of Invader activity on the surface, and I daresay the Colonials would be so willing to open fire on a Drathian embassy. We're not filthy Keltaken lizards, after all." She chuckled, though no one seemed to share her sense of humour. It hadn't been very long since the Drathians had been close allies with the Empire. But, the Civil War changed that when the Keltaken military was so willing as to attempt destroying an entire planet, filled with civilians. Still, some in the Fylkirate did hold some sympathies for the Keltakens, albeit not many. "Besides, we can't let them all think we're cowards, can we? A little shake up won't stop us from letting the galaxy know we exist." She looked to the captain. "Open the doors."
Spaceport FD-356-DF45 Landing Platform
A hiss signaled that the side hangars of the ship were retracting their armoured blast doors, revealing a row of twenty fighters inside. A few were toppled over by the recent earthquake, but all seemed to be in good condition, and unlike the previous generation of fighter vessels, completely inorganic. A ramp extended from the edge of the hangar floor to the ground, upon which a procession of six guards, the hooded black cloaks on two of them giving the pair away as Gothi, the Drathian elites. They surrounded a blue skinned Drathian, with shoulder length hair of matching colour that hung over her left eye. Upon reaching the spaceport platform, she smiled, showing off her sharklike teeth which glittered in the dull light. At her waist was sheathed a blade, seemingly physical in contrast to those used by the pre-war Gothi, which were energy based.
"Fylkja Taka." Whispered one of her guards. "Do be careful." The group then began towards the spaceport proper.
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Post by The Governor on Oct 26, 2016 3:12:13 GMT
As they approached what used to be a window, Jack noticed several forms outside. Through his glasses he noticed that they were Drathian. They were clearly elites, although only a small group.
And then, he recognised one. She was a bit shorter than the rest, but Jack knew that was no indication of her status. She was the Fylkja, and she had authority over all Drathian civilisation. Jack had seen her once before, a very long time ago.
It had been the failed peace conference aboard the CSS Astral Flame. Necromorphs had somehow gotten loose in the station, and Jack, alongside the Director, had provided cover fire for the Drathians who engaged the Necromorphs at close range. He smiled and said to the others, "Good news. The Drathians are here. Follow my lead. They'll remember me."
If they didn't remember the Astral Flame, perhaps they would remember the assistance Intelligence had given during the Civil War, how they had deployed agents to assist and sent ships to deter the Keltakens from attacking. If it had been necessary, the Confederacy would have defended Drathia like the Colonies had once before. But luckily, it hadn't come to that.
Jack waved to the Drathian delegation. Even if they didn't recognise him, he expected them to recognise the dark grey uniforms of Intelligence.
Carter and the Ambassador followed close by. Despite being outside, they felt fairly safe from the mob. It may have dispersed after the earthquake. Even if they hadn't, they certainly couldn't see the Confederates in this darkness. But for now, all the delegation could do was wait, and hope the Drathians approached them.
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Oct 26, 2016 3:28:40 GMT
On board the DSV GriefVerak was about to open the hangar doors of the ship, when a great rumbling threw him, and the rest of the occupants of the bridge, from their feet. Papers flew everywhere, and as the explosion of the civilian ship sounded just beside the Drathian vessel, alarms went off within the Grief. The sirens blared through the ships halls, filling the air with its shrill shrieks of warning, whilst alarm lights bathed the interior of the ship red. It was a few moments before Captain Verak was able to regain his footing, and check the ship's control console, which reported only minor damage, none of it hull piercing. After a second observation, Verak manually disabled the alarms, and the ship fell mostly silent, save for a few crew still shuffling around and reorganizing their possessions. "Captain?" Asked Ensign Yvakvik, a young green skinned Drathian who had yet to even earn his last name. "What was that?" It was not the captain, but a scientist that answered him. "Looks to be a tectonic disturbance.. By what, I have no idea." The Drathian, former head researcher Avik 'Three-Eye', replied. He turned to the Fylkja, who was leaning against the railing of the observation deck present on the bridge, just next to the Captain. "I don't suggest leaving the ship, my lady. It hardly seems safe.""I'll bring extra guards with me, then." Said the Fylkja in turn, observing her relatively sharp nails. "I'm sure it will be no trouble. There wasn't any sign of Invader activity on the surface, and I daresay the Colonials would be so willing to open fire on a Drathian embassy. We're not filthy Keltaken lizards, after all." She chuckled, though no one seemed to share her sense of humour. It hadn't been very long since the Drathians had been close allies with the Empire. But, the Civil War changed that when the Keltaken military was so willing as to attempt destroying an entire planet, filled with civilians. Still, some in the Fylkirate did hold some sympathies for the Keltakens, albeit not many. "Besides, we can't let them all think we're cowards, can we? A little shake up won't stop us from letting the galaxy know we exist." She looked to the captain. "Open the doors."Spaceport FD-356-DF45 Landing PlatformA hiss signaled that the side hangars of the ship were retracting their armoured blast doors, revealing a row of twenty fighters inside. A few were toppled over by the recent earthquake, but all seemed to be in good condition, and unlike the previous generation of fighter vessels, completely inorganic. A ramp extended from the edge of the hangar floor to the ground, upon which a procession of six guards, the hooded black cloaks on two of them giving the pair away as Gothi, the Drathian elites. They surrounded a blue skinned Drathian, with shoulder length hair of matching colour that hung over her left eye. Upon reaching the spaceport platform, she smiled, showing off her sharklike teeth which glittered in the dull light. At her waist was sheathed a blade, seemingly physical in contrast to those used by the pre-war Gothi, which were energy based. "Fylkja Taka." Whispered one of her guards. "Do be careful." The group then began towards the spaceport proper. The Keltaken ambassador looked on at the Darthans and while behind a mask rhe keltaken was fearful. Not of the Darthans but of all the things going on around him, as he knew it his race was gone to a war and being slaughtered on a scale that had never been known before...his race was dieing and he needed to ensure its survival by any means. He knew he could not turn to the colonials and the confederacy may bot take then all. He needed the help of the darthans...his people needed their help..there was little alternative, once she got close enough the keltaken looked at the darthans, "When you have time it is imparative that we speak...I urge you.." he said in the most defeated tone any keltaken could utter |
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