[h2]1st Democracies Fleet - Envoy to BoP Fleet[/h2]
[h3]Space above Arcadia-2[/h2]

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Gunnery Sergeant Kindmann had a pretty good day. Though he was separated from his homeland by some bullshit teleportation and then stuck on a ship that could potentially engage in hostilities, he had a good day. Apart from those two, admittedly life changing events, he had a normal day. Woke up in his room with a "partner" of his (It was still very illegal to engage in these sorts of actions on a military ship but who the fuck cares?) and had come Caf-Cups to wake him up a bit.

Luckily, he wasn't on shift when the teleportation started and was snuggling up with his "partner" rather than sitting in those damn chairs. When he was informed of what happened, Kindmann was a little angered but mostly relieved. He knew that it was almost blasphemy that he thought that but being away from the crime infested streets of Jarraxus V was something to be relieved of. Despite the officer's urging that they all evolved on the same planet, there were still deep connections with your birth planet. They weren't stupid and grouped the gunner crews with what planet you were born on.

The Sergeant currently watched the diplomatic shuttle approach the aliens, sipping on some Caf as his crew worked to check their systems. The gunner crews composed of around ten people with at least five working on the broadsides at all times. They had quite a rivalry with the missile crews, 'Ponces and whiny babies, the lot of 'em' and liked showing off whenever they kill a ship using one of their rounds. The [i]Final Frontier[/i] was still an old ship and couldn't use AI for targeting due to problems with the tech.

"Aleina, how's E-3 doing? I remember that there were some reloading issues with it when we departed dock." Kindmann addressed the Tayt, translator releasing a small whine in his ear as it translated the incredibly complex conglomerate of words into the  beautiful flowing language the race of vixens had. Though every citizen was expected to at least know a bit of each other's language (damn Tar'Lik and psychic communication skills), they were issued translators to make it easier. 

Aleina seemed to snap out of whatever daydream she was in and turned towards him. She blinked at him in confusion before letting out a small "ahh", all to the amusement of her commanding officer. "She's fine, mechanic went void ta' fix the gun. Some shit 'bout debris gettin' stuck up the barrel or somethin'." She responded in her thick Lowborn accent before blinking and face palming.

"I mean, it all operational sir. Would you like me to assist you with anything else, sergeant?" Her voice was different know, having the Highborn accent that all the officers loved to hear. Except for Kindmann of course. He walked over to girl before clipping her in the back in the head, ignoring her protests much to the laughter to the rest of the gunners. He soon joined in when he heard Aleina mumbled quietly "Y'all have the accent, shit dude."

It was then the lights immediately dimmed slightly, the ship shaking like there was tremor. And, as soon as it started, it stopped. The lights came back on and the ship stopped shaking but it lasted long enough for everyone to be wary of it. "Bai'Tik, what the hell was that? Can you check with the bridge?" The burly Tar'Lik nodded before closing his eyes*, fingers on his temples as if to massage the psychic energy out of his mind. Kindmann waited for a few seconds before the quadruped opened it's eyes again. He looked concerned.

'[i]There has been an anomaly near the two diplomatic voidcraft, an entity of unknown origin appeared from the anomaly. It apparently interfered with our navigation and working communication systems and we must rely on the Tar'Lik to navigate and communicate between ships. It is likely that the anomaly was caused by the entity within. Orders are to fire at the entity to give time for fighters to take the shuttles out of there.[/i]' Kindmann pondered on the implications of such an entity but threw it away in the farthest corners in his mind to focus on the situation at hand. "What are the aliens doing?"

'[i]It is unknown but we presume that they are doing the same thing we're doing now. I will need to converse with my brothers in what to do. The survival of this ship rests upon us, please excuse me Sergeant.[/i]' The Gunnery Sergeant dismissed him with a wave, the patient Tar'Lik bowing his head before exiting the quarters. 'Damn it, the First Contact was going so well!' He sighed exasperatedly before addressing the crew before him.

"Well you heard the man! Get to work on loading those guns and give visual on that bastard before the damn whiner babies!" The previously gawking crew quickly let years of experience take over, fingers dancing over the holo-displays as the gun ports opened, revealing dozen year old Broadside BPW's and SUPRIS guns. They were loaded quickly and targeting systems aimed at the entity, the slow mechanical whine of a charging laser ringing in everyone's ear. "FIRE ALL WEAPONS!"

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[b]Moments Earlier[/b]

"Ready battle stations! I want targeting solutions on that bastard yesterday! Scramble fighters and I want an open psychic line with the Coalition! Charge the Tri-Barrelled Beam Gun and get ready to fire at my mark." Captain Jane Lyra Abend commanded with such confidence that many think that she was born a natural leader. A small ding rang in her ear, signifying that communications was open towards the Coalition. There was no time for formalities and the psychic communication was broadcasted to their fleet.

"The Fay'Ran Jik Democracies is ready for a fight but it is up to you whether you would like to aid us in fighting this entity. Our fighters have scrambled and speeding towards their position, they will be much faster in reaching them in that I am confident. We shall send our diplomatic shuttles in the safe zone behind us, in the heart of our fleet." Her face and voice softened, the high pitched whine of the Tri-Barrelled Beam Gun getting louder and louder. "We plead you in aiding us. Nevertheless, may the odds be in your favour this day."

As the psychic link was dropped, the Captain felt the ship begin to lurch. The staggering amount of broadsides were firing in a choir of death, the sounds of screeching missiles, both nuclear and ballistic, adding to the cacophony. The high pitched whine suddenly reached a climax, turning into a deep throbbing sound. The laser didn't need to be pointed directly at the target as long as the targeting solutions worked. The tracking did the rest. "3. 2. 1. OPEN FIRE!"

Three bright orange beams of death sailed through the void, aiming towards the hostile entity. They travelled past the shells, travelling at speeds that could outdo a voidfighter. They were enough to destroy whole cities and scar planets, true weapons of death. Coupled with the deadly nuclear tipped missiles, several Pyro Ballistic Rounds, Tusken Ballistic Rounds and incredible amount of broadside fire, the small fleet was not one to mess with