[b]Nouvelle, EU/Spetionian Conflict[/b]
Two fiery streaks lit up the sky, anyone watching would have assume that they were just meteors. However, as they began to slow down from the drag, a clear shape could be seen. They were some kind of aircraft, each white with a scorched underbelly that showed the wear and tear of multiple atmospheric entries. They glided down, towards the area where the Iscandarians and Septonians were fighting. Just before reaching it, light was bent around both of the craft as if through a lens. This odd effect was accompanied by the two shuttles slowing down, ending up hovering over the house where the Septonians and Iscandarians where having a standoff. 

The underbellies of the aircraft opened, and twenty soldiers dropped down from each, along with two land vehicles that appeared to be light tanks. They slowly came towards the ground, apparently assisted by the same antigravity device the aircraft were using. The aircraft illuminated the area with floodlights, clearly identifying both the house and the Iscandarian forces. A large device on the front of both craft began to glow, it looked like some form of laser, but the configuration of the firing mechanism was odd. One of the tanks opened up it's top hatch, and a Terran man wearing a military uniform stuck his head out, speaking into a microphone. The recorded message was fed to the aircraft, which translated it to Iscandarian. The Nouvellians could understand it anyways, though it would sound odd to them. The Septonians, on the other hand, would only know that someone was yelling at them.

"All forces, stand down immediately! This world is protected by the United Terran Federation, and it's ruler has wished that no conflict occur here! Iscandarian forces, put down your weapons and inform your enemy of this message! Failure to comply will result in the use of force!”

Four Terrans entered the building, wearing exoskeleton frames that enhanced their strength. Such frames were used only by spec-ops forces, due to how fragile they were. The moment the saw the Septonians in the same room as the family, they instinctively assumed the worst. As if it came naturally, the four leapt straight over the Septonians, skimming the ceiling on their way. They landed in front of the family, each one perfectly in position to take a bullet for one of them. The man who appeared to be the leader took out his pistol and shot both of the Septonians in the head before they could react, but neither of the shots even pierced the skin. They were darts, but they definitely served a purpose.

A split second after the impact, both of the Septonians felt an incredible pain as the darts surgically drilled into their skull, releasing nanobots into their brains. After a mere second, they had effectively read their minds and deciphered their language. With the data sent to the translators inside of the soldiers' helmets, they could now speak to the aliens without needing to play a game of space charades while hoping nobody killed them.

"United Terran Federation, Spec-Ops. This ruler of this world has wished that no conflict occur, we will enforce that wish. If you surrender now, I won't have to hurt anyone."

[b]Icarus, Ocean of Jul[/b]
The moment they stepped outside, most of the humans scrambled to get back in. One, however, stayed outside. He made an odd flicking motion with his hand, and he suddenly seemed unaffected by the storm. He walked normally on the deck, without a harness. His face didn't show the fear that the faces of the others had, in fact, he seemed calm, as if he were taking a literal walk in the park. He stood there, observing the action while being sure to stay out of the way of any operations. While he was unaffected by the storm, he would certainly be affected by being hit by a launching fighter.

Meanwhile, in the command room, the Diplomat nodded while the captain explained the battle plan.

"Interesting, a close-quarters battle involving carriers. For my people, this situation would be the result of a major tactical blunder. When a carrier is involved in one of our battles, the fleets will rarely even see each other. The battle ends up being decided purely by the aircraft. Say, how exactly do your cannons work? The word makes me think of gunpowder, but they could easily me railguns, coilguns, or even magic-based weapons." Realizing just how foolish he could have sounded in the last part, he awkwardly added on to his comment. "Those do actually exist, but you might already know that. From what we know, the species that uses them likes to get all tangled up in everyone else's business."

"Apparently for some sort of sick fun, too." Said another one of the Terrans in a spiteful tone "Those damn Iscandarians attacked before the ink was even dry on the treaty."

The Diplomat cringed when the other Terran mentioned the Iscandarians, they were only supposed to be mentioned after a formal meeting could be established, and he certainly had no intention of introducing them by talking about the invasion of Earth. Unfortunately, now the aliens could probably deduce why they were here: to gain allies against the Iscandarians. All he could do now was sit and hope that they'd never even heard of them.

[b]Sol, Alien Dreadnought[/b]
Before Earth could respond, a fleet of about four hundred starships exited FTL behind the dreadnought. They bore clear battle damage, a few even leaking a blue substance that seemed to be plasma. A message was sent from the lead dreadnought of the fleet, apparently to Earth, but it could be heard by anyone who happened to fall in it's path.

"Admiral Dietmar, Terran Grand Fleet. Admiral Valeria was killed in action. We won the space battle, but we couldn't stop the invasion. We were getting ready to drop troops when those bastards took their entire fleet and turned it on their own planet, and they hadn't even gotten the civilians off yet. We sacrificed two hundred thousand people only to see them kill three million innocent people and an entire planet's ecosystem just because they refused to admit defeat. Using my authority as a fleet admiral, I have cut off all friendly relations with them."

Another message was sent back to the fleet, from the third planet of the system.

"That's... that's half as many as... surely there was hesitation!"

"None. They opened fire on their own people casually."

"Go to Mars for repairs. I'll order the constructed of new warships, as well as a fleet of bombardment vessels. The council will be petitioned to raise war taxes, and believe me, the entire galaxy will know about this."

The channel was cut off, and the fleet turned it's attention to the massive dreadnought. A quick scan showed traces of magical energy, and the entire fleet began to swarm around the ship, shields up and weapons online. If it was an Iscandarian vessel, they would be ready.

"This is Admiral Dietmard, United Terran Federation. Your systems show traces of magical energy, we have been tricked into complacency by others that use magic before. I will be personally boarding your vessel, if I'm right, and you are here to trick us, then you can die knowing that your people will soon be... enlightened by those whom they called inferior."

[b][REDACTED], Asteroid Belt, Sol System[/b]
"Do... do we really have to do this?"

The voice came from Dr. Akiko, one of the most respected (living) women in Terran science. Whether or not this was due to the name of her father was still in hot debate across the federation.

"Plasma weaponry is a simple technology, the Iscandarians probably already have it by now, along with a way to counter it." Said another scientist "Nothing could counter this."

"It's just... is it safe to do such a thing? To manipulate reality in such a way? The universe itself seems to be against the idea."

"What choice do we have?"

After a long silence, Dr. Akiko finally responded. Her back was turned to the other scientist, so as to hide the tears on her face.

"Begin construction of the prototype."

She looked at the portrait of her father on the wall, every Terran remembered him as a man born in the wrong time. The man that made it necessary for them to hide their greatest accomplishments for the greater good.

[i]Father, I'm so sorry.[/i]