[b]Nouvelle, Iscandarian Conflict[/b]
One of the Terran aircraft was destroyed, and crashed just beside the house. The second one opened fire with it's laser weapon, dodging the Iscandarian fire using it's antigravity system. The Terran ground forced opened fire as well, the Iscandarian weapons striking down many of the Terran soldiers. The commander took one look at the Iscandarian weapons and was suddenly overcome with anger, he knew exactly what they were. They were like the ADS that Captain Lovisa had faced in Sibera so many years ago.

He tapped a button on his tablet, then focused all of his energy on the battle. Before he could close the tank hatch, a stray Iscandarian shot hit his left arm. Suddenly overcome by pain, he screamed as if he had just been killed five times over. Still, he knew that the battle would be won. He just hoped that all the events would fall into place quick enough.

Meanwhile, the Spec-Ops forces opened fire on the Iscandarians, but it was too late. All of them fell to the ground, writhing in pain. The leader turned to the Iscandarians with what little strength he had left.

"V... vous monstres extra-terrestre!" He said weakly, before finally going unconscious from the shock to his nervous system.

[b]Nouvelle, Meeting[/b]
A muted beeping noise came from Praskoviya's pocket, she took out her communicator. Hoping that it wouldn't offend the Valkians, she stepped aside for a moment, listening to the encoded message. Throughout the message, she was searching the room for weapons. Unfortunately for her, the Queen was definitely holding to her wish of a weapon-free environment. Aside from the Valkians and their ceremonial weapons, everyone was unarmed. Everyone but the Iscandarians, who had their powers.

She moved closer to Queen Sabine, whispering in her ear.

"I have no doubt the Valkian has explained the situation. They are the only ones here with any ability to fight besides the Iscandarians, given that the weapons of your guards wouldn't even scratch Iscandarian armor, the Valkians should escort you out under the guise of a one-on-one meeting. One of my people can get our weapons, they look ceremonial when deactivated. We can cover you using them, especially considering the Iscandarian choice of weapons."

[b]Icarus, Oceans of Jul[/b]
'It is why we're here." Said the diplomat "It's hard to talk about why we hate them, mainly due to the beliefs of our species regarding our place in the universe. I'll only say it once, and that one time won't be now. However, suffice it to say that they have broken a treaty, killed a million of our people, caused two hundred thousand of us to die in vain, and killed three million of their own people for the same reason a child would break a toy another child wants. We're out here to find allies against them, we might have a strong industry, but a thousand warships is a hard figure to match."

There was a short pause, and the Diplomat's eyes widened. He was clearly horrified at something, but nobody had said anything.

"They... they just threatened to drive my species extinct in one blow!"

[b]Sol, The Last hope[/b]
"How the hell..." Said the Admiral, still transmitting. "Just were are your lost homes, anyways?"

[b]Space Station orbiting Earth[/b]
"I told them, but they didn't believe me. They're still against the corrupted Iscandarians though, but they think they've been like this the whole time. I managed to convince them that you're revolutionaries. As for the information on your ships, I'm sure our people could find quite a few weaknesses. Oh yes, speaking of weaknesses, we have a... shall we say... situation. Do you know the intimate details of the warp drive?"

[b]Message to the Eternal Union[/b]
"We have warp-capable vessels outside of Sol. You destroy our species, and your species goes down with us. If you declare conventional war on us, then we will kill every last one of you using the warp drive's power. Your people are idiots, you shattered your disguise and threatened a species with the ability to destroy hundreds of systems in an instant of we wanted to. The galaxy will hear of this threat, we are broadcasting a recording of your message to every single star system in this galaxy. Everyone will hear of this, even if we haven't made contact with them yet."

[b]Colonial Report[/b]
=Decoding Transmission=
=Data Packets Retrieved=
=Jigsaw Process Complete, Displaying=
"We have made contact with the natives, they are far more advanced than we thought. They have antigravity devices just like our own, as well as laser and railgun weaponry. Oddly, they have no form of space travel. Their negative energy generators are far less efficient than our own, so their antigravity devices can't get them much further than the lower stratosphere. They also never invented the wing, possibly due to lack of inspiration (The only flying creatures here are living blimps). There are two species: the Ethra'Hirel and the Kaa'ri. The Ethra'Hirel are a tripedal and reptilian species, who seem entirely subservient to the Kaa'ri. Oddly, the Kaa'ri are benevolent masters, caring for the Ethra'Hirel like a mother would care for her child. The Kaa'ri appearance is similar to that of a nanobot operator born with complications, thought their form is much weaker and their heads much larger. Their skin colors have the same variety as ours, their eyes are the same, but they do not have hair on their heads. They appear to be vastly intelligent, apparently creating all of the technology currently in use. What's more interesting is that the Kaa'ri seem to be obsessed with us, going so far as to ask what it takes to join our federation. My best guess as to why they are this intrigued by us is our use of space travel (their legends speak of it), but that's not a reason to give up independence. As for our expansion, the human population of this system is already at twenty billion due to the clones, and we have begun producing interstellar spacecraft in facilities over three of the planets. This was a resounding success, and I suggest that we dispatch more colony ships in a similar manner."

[b]Message to all Nations (Including ones not yet contacted)[/b]
"This is High Admiral Kai Vivian of the United Terran Federation. Some of you may know of my people, others may not. That is not important. What is important is that at 0900 GMT on my homeworld, my people recieved a message. It was from a nation known as the Eternal Union, also referred to as the Iscandarians. They said that if we declared war on them for causing two hundred thousand of my people to die in vain, killing three million civilians to defeat the enemy, opening fire on innocent men, women, and children with barbaric weapons, and breaking peace treaties, then they would destroy our entire species using a method of faster than light propulsion that is capable of destroying a star system if used properly. The proof is enclosed within this data packet, it is a recording of their message. I do not ask for help, I only ask that the crimes the Eternal Union has committed in this threat and many previous actions be known to all people."

[b]The District, Prefecture 12, 2016[/b]
[i]What the hell am I doing?[/i]

It was a gloomy, rainy day. Quite appropriate for the current situation. It seemed that the universe had a taste for the cinematic, especially considering that every single song that the radio played was in some way related to it all. The man sat on a bar stool, blueprints and equations spread out in front of him, with some of them stained by blood. His hair was a dark brown, his hands all torn up from what was presumably a high-speed encounter with the pavement. His face had a giant bruise on it, accentuated by dried-up blood on his nose. He wore a trenchcoat and long, brown pants. Every part of him was absolutely soaked, despite the fact that there was an umbrella at his side. 

He looked over at a woman next to him, whom was in a similar state. The bartender went to her first, asking what she wanted. The response was somewhat surprising-sweet tea. Not a common choice at a bar after having been beaten up, but he couldn't argue with it. The stuff would help someone relax all right, but he wasn't here to relax. He was here to forget everything that was going on. The bartender had been kind enough to keep the television off the news channels, then again, most bars did that. The news was just doom and gloom at this point, not something people in a bar want to hear about. If you weren't there to forget about it all, then you were there to celebrate, thus forgetting about it all. In other words, everyone just wanted to forget it all.

"I-95?" Said the man, reaching for his drink.

"Courthouse." Replied the woman in a light southern accent. "I'm not looking to end it all yet. Surprised you made it out in something other than an ambulance."

"I didn't make it out in anything, they broke up the blockade with tanks. My car was either blown up or run over. Can't remember."

"Why did you even go there anyways? Road blocks always end with that kind of bullshit."

"It's exciting." He sighed, taking another sip. "I just... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

The woman looked at his face quizzically, in a manner that the man could best describe as "ridiculously cute for someone covered in bruises".

"Excitement? You gave up your car and risked your life for excitement?"

"Not like anything else is exciting."

"Don't you have any dreams? Surely your life isn't worth risking for some excitement."

The man's expression changed from somewhat depressed to very depressed, and he hung his head while he took a much larger sip from his drink.

"Yeah, ya' see the stars out there?"

Looking out of the window at the night sky, the woman replied, slightly confused by the question.

"Yeah, why?"

"The one that's in the center is twenty-one light years from here, it's called Gliese 581. First potentially habitable exoplanet humanity ever discovered orbits it."

[i]Who is this guy?[/i] Thought the woman [i]He memorized the location of a single star?[/i]

Before she could respond, the man continued.

"I've wanted to go there for as long as I've been alive. When this whole shitstorm started I was a teenager, decided that if I wasn't going to go to space, I might as well have some fun. Ever since then, I've just been looking for excitement." He gestures to the papers on the bar, then continued. "I found these after going home, they're from high school. Turns out the equations work out pretty well."

"What are they, anyways?"

"Alcubierre's warp field equations, I reworked them a bit. If they exist in eleven-dimension space, then you can figure out how to create negative mass using the answer."

She stared at the equations, she had a degree in mathematics, but they made no sense to her. She was pretty sure that at some point in them it was stated that 1+1=-1, what's worse was that it actually started to seem plausible if you looked at it long enough.

"How-"

Just after she had stared speaking, the door opened. A police officer walked in, wearing riot gear. The man put on an ill-fitting baseball cap that had faded words on it, accompanied by a slightly less faded chariot. The woman just turned her back to the officer, hiding her face as well as she possibly could. However, the man slowly moved his hand down towards his umbrella as his muscles tensed, getting ready to make a move.