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Galactic Conquest

DESTINY ASCENDANT
Main Hangar

Kindal glanced over to the kyrians, his hands still clutched around the his staff. To his surprise Arelya wasn't so quick to jump to conclusions in light of recent events. The kyrians actually spoke of a peaceful resolution despite their naivety. A plan started to form in the Overseer's head as he turned towards Arelya to speak up. "If your intentions are clean, then you shall not feel threatened by our presence." Kindal retracted the staff back into a small metal tube, but his droids kept their aim on the enemy marines.

"Captain Muriel, I wouldn't waste your primitive weaponary on the surface." Kindal turned away the kyrians and turned to face the captain. "You may not yet understand what lies below the planet's surface, but you will learn of it's implications in due time. The Sanctuary has survived for millions of eons in face of all odds, and it is yet to give away to any form of weaponary that your kind can throw at it." Kindal bowed slightly before turning towards the fleet master. The alien called him a heretic before, a word that Kindal prefers to throw around himself. But the forces of the Covenant were too numerous in orbit to do anything about such insult. Most Gashathi prefer total dominance, but perhaps this time it would be more benefical to make a deal with the enemy.

"Fleet master, I beleive you are yet to explain your reasons for being on Aurora, but my suspicion tells me that you and I are looking for the same thing. If it is truly the Vault's riches you seek to attain, then I am afraid I have bad news for you and your forces. Like I've told the captain before, the Sanctuary yields to no force other than the raw psyche of a Gashathi." Kindal waited for the information to sink into the mind of the xeno. "Your efforts are in vain if you seek to enter such holy ground. Of course, I do not expect you to give up so easely, so I offer a deal in accordance to our mutual interests. I can open the Sanctuary and share our technological heritage with your faction, and I will take my leave with the members of my kind currently in slumber inside the safety of the sacred walls. Of course, if your forces lay as much as finger on my troops then you shall find the Vault remain sealed for eternity. I will have no trouble finding another, but it may take another eon for your race to stumble into another grand oppurtinity." If the Council heard of this, Kindal would be shamed. But they aren't anywhere near to interfere with his master plans, not this time.

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AURORA
Inside the Vault

Nyugen watched as the rest of the team descended down the stairway into the vault. After a short roll call, they confirmed that the entire team was down here. A total of 176 Vixar, 12 of them wounded, and Misha clogged up the stairway. Nyugen opened the intercomms and signaled for those nearby to make space. He used his suit to make a holo map of the nearby rooms in the free space. "We know that at least one of the xeno forces entered the Vault. We are postive they are the same group as the one sending the ships, so we need to make sure we are on their good side. That said, we cannot take chances. Bravo squad form on me, we'll be using our suit's shields to push into the next room. Alpha team, stay with Misha and cover the doorway in case anyone hostile tries to get inside. We'll leave the injured with you." The squad leader of Alpha and Bravo both acknowledged the plans and already began to regroup their squads. Nyugen and his team pushed to the front, with the other squad leaders of his team behind him. They walked down the stairway slowly, allowing the squads to neatly form up in several rows behind him.

The sound of clash could be heard from the room around the corner of the stairway, but it soon faded away with a loud bang. Multiple troops could be heard as they strafed through the room. Nyugen looked back at his team, gesturing with his hand to activate shields. The rows of soldiers crouched down and started to mess with their wrist consoles. One by one, they activated the emitters on their offhand and the bright red oval energy shields started to shine in next to the soldier's hand. When palced in front of them, they were big enough to cover the crouched silhouette of the Vixar. Most of the troopers switched to their bulky sidearms and pointed their barrel out from behind the shield. When the last row finished, the soldiers tapped each other's back to signal that they are ready. When Nyugen recived the signal he gestured silently to advance.

As they turned around the corner, the phalanx of Vixar units were faced with the brutes of the Covenant as they took up defensive formation in whatever little cover they could find in the mostly empty room. Their imposing hammers could deal serious damage to the Vixar, but they wouldn't stand a chance in the long run if a firefight was to escalate any further. However Nyugen didn't want to risk losing any men, so he signalled for the others behind to stop, and sheated his pistol. He raised his empty hand but kept his shield still in front of himself. He hoped to god that the translators aboard the Gem managed to piece together a usable translation matrix after al this time. "We mean no harm! We are here by the order of Grand Overseer Kindal'Q of the Aldum Ordo to secure the vault." Not entirely sure that the message got through, Nyugen projected a hilo recording of the earlier firefight in front of the Jiralhanae. It showed brutes running into the vault and the Vixar forces marking them as neutrals and ingoring them. "We could've clashed before if we meant harm. Seeing that we seek the same goals, I say we stray from meaningless hostilities. We have wounded we want to take care of, but our medics can take care of your wounded as well." Nyugen glanced over at the two unidentified men laying unconcious near the Jiralhanae. "And those two. Do we have an agreement."

This Galaxy isn't yours! - The reboot

@Liotrent Like that is even a question, loyal servant of the Emperor ;D

This Galaxy isn't yours! - The reboot

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Roll call

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My boys, it's time to get those writing fingers ready. This time I won't accept any execuses.

This Galaxy isn't yours! - The reboot

This galaxy isn't yours!

Current Major Factions:
Emporium of Man - Humans
Mekhar Independancy - Mekhar
Kegran Trade Confederacy - Kegrans

Major Galactic Events:
Who knows that the shroud holds

Teaser

"Humans. These wretched and filthy creatures appeared in our galaxy 370 years ago and brought the end of an era. As soon as their ships appeared they began to colonize the empty planets and conquer those that already had owners. They were merciless and killed trillions in their galactic conquest. Some of us fought back of course, but every time it looked like they were on the run, more ships appeared out of the blue and slaughtered our forces. Even our galaxy's own large empires couldn't strike a deal with the humans, and ended up dying out after so many dynasties. In a last ditch attempt the small kingdoms of the galaxy united under the Free Planets Allinace to deter these invaders. They failed. Now we must praise the name of THEIR emperor, speak THEIR language, eat THEIR food, wear THEIR clothes and OBEY THEM. But we've had enough, and this time, they'll see what the many races of the Triangulum are capable of. Carry these seeds of rebellion and spread the word: We are not broken, but reforged! Glory to the Rebellion!"

INTRODUCTION

Welcome, welcome, welcome!

This my fellow RPers is a SCi-FI NRP, like so many on the website. However this one is different in ONE aspect from the rest of the now popular fallen empire trend (or that I have seen). This time, the empire is at it's finest, their numbers many, their spirits high, their praises loud. And this is what you must shatter! Break their will and reclaim what was yours once. Your ancient lands can only be stripped from your people for so long! Show these intruders that you mean business.

Establish your kingdom once again and bring about a new era where your species rules your lands, and one by one liberates the Empire's systems to re-establish yourself, and gain more than you could before.

GAMEPLAY

What you will be making is a simple nation of your own kind. Your species, culture, technology and other aspects are completely up to you to decide. You can even play as some renegade humans if you wish to! You will start by getting some small territory and a miniscule assault squad to begin operations. You may weaken the empire by striking their facilities, or shooting down their convoy disguised as pirates. HOWEVER! The empire will not be some kind of an AI, so random assortement of troops made up by you. I will with my Co-GMs personally oversee the events in the empire. Too much ruckus or scheming and the Empire will give you a nice little wake up call. The bigger you are the more you have to face. This may sound daunting, but the size of the galaxy is big, and you are not going to be the only rebel cell operating in it.

Gameplay will be separated into the "action phase", where you will post on what you want to do and describe your plans, and the "resolution phase", where the Empire will retaliate. These are all just funky names of course, but it is important that you understand the mechanics. No action is a given against the empire, so you only plan and prepare whilst hoping for the best result. And the Empire may not immidiately react, so you can do quite a lot before the Empire even realises you exist. Make sure that doesn't happen too quick. Plenty of small things make up for a large effect.

Most of the gameplay will be managing these smaller actions to have a BIG effect. The biggest problem is not even the Empire, but rather humans in general: they are everywhere. So many people were killed in the initial invasion, that humans have been shipped to every corner of the galaxy to be supplementary population. 30% to 70% is the range of human population in most kingdoms. There are expections, but they are rare (maybe you kind sir?). They will not be happy if you turn against their beloved empire, so you gotta deal with them first, one way or another. Or turn them to your side, who knows. The more support you get from your own species and the humans the more troops and ships you can get.

I, of course plan on massive space battles and other AI nations to rise up against the Empire who can either help you or turn against you. The galaxy holds many secrets, so it is also advised to do some digging up about the history of the area. Who knows what or who the Empire have opressed and hidden from the others.

Overtime I will plan to do many more funky and extravagant events to spice things up, and get the storyline rolling, but lets not get carried away shall we? For now the most important thing is to create your nation, some important characters you'll use to make diplomatic or militaristic decisions and develop your nation. To make a strategy on how you will get friends, expand your space, and destroy the empire.


BACKGROUND AND CONTEXT



Ahhh, Messier 33, better known as the Triangulum galaxy. Relatively close to the Milky Way, only a measely 2.7 million light years away, this galaxy may dwarf next to both Andromeda and our own galaxy, but it is the third largest spiral galaxy in our local group. And now, the humans rule over it with an iron fist, enslaving and controlling the alien species who live here. The Emporium of Man has appeared 370 years ago, and conquered every inch of the Triangulum in less than 30 years. For 300 years now, all of the alien species have been either subdued or exterminated, and most of the dead population has been replaced with humans. The majority of alien races live alongside other humans daily, and there are some who question whther this galaxy is theirs anymore, or one where the original inhabitants are the minority. Truth is that these quickly aging and even quicker breeding humans live meaningless lives trying to accomplish something, but they are only driving out the xenos from their homeworlds. It is rare to see places where there aren't any humans or where they are the minority. This large popolus gives enormous support and confidence to the Empire and they are not afraid to use the civilians against any rebel cells. A well spread propaganda can change the world. Truth is however, they are not the only ones in the galaxy that pull the strings. Two more nations exist, who still managed to survive against the empire for such a long time.

Mekhar Independance, a race that nobody knows a lot about, but are incredibly advanced in technology, and they survived against the Empire up until now. They arrived some 300 years before the humans, and they quitely settled those planets where no-one else could live, most notably a large interconnetced terriotry around the supermassive blackhole in the core. Ever since they have lived in relative silence and isolation, defending themselves against the Empire.

Kegran Trade Confederacy, a mutual trade partner of the Empire, the Kegran consider themselves a neutral party, and they are the head of most large scale transporting companies. They provide services to all the nations of the Empire, even trading with the Mekhar. They live in democracy which disgusts the Empire, but they know better than to mess with the people who have the money. The Kegran control a large region of the galaxy knonw as the Unknown Region, most ot their territory hidden from the Empire in a massive nebula that covers the galactic north-west region of the Triangulum.

Free Planets Alliance, an old empire that rose up against the humans some time after it became appearent that the small nations cannot compete against the might of the Empire. They controlled the galactic eastern part of the galaxy, the same region where the humans came from.

(thats all I can write now, but any question answers or new things will be updated here.)

Emporium of Man

The main antagonist of the RP, the bad guys who took away your land and then enslaved your people. They replaced your killed population with humans of their own, and now control most of your governements assets, and keep you, the leader, under a tight watch.

The Empire, as most call it, is very oppressive and it enforces its own rules. As such all recordings from before their time were destroyed. They now are trying to tell their own human population that the other species, your species, is nothing more than people they uplifted, or aliens who came to their land. Most of the humans beleive this, and look at the xenos with disgrace. They built large cities of metal and plastic that hide any signs of them not being the first ones to be there. They even built monuments that look like they have been there for quite a while. Obviously aliens from species that live for hundreds of years still remember the old times, but no one beleives them, and if they raise voice then they quickly disappear without a trace.

Every corner, every little opening is overseen by an EOM soldier. They are in every building and inspect every decision. They often randomly stop a xeno to harass them for their ID cards, or just to make fun of them. For the human populus they are the great guardians, the keepers of peace who keep the filthy aliens away. For us, xenos, they are the embodiment of the curse that we carry every day. They are the pawns of the Empire and they make sure you remember that. They stop you from raising your voice, and their intimidating presence keeps you on your toes.

EOM Soldier

At nights the sky is filled with mayn stars. For the unsuspecting it is just the beautiful sight of our home galaxy, but for those that know the truth, those shiny dots are no more than the engines of the blockading fleets. But every xeno or human living in large cities knows the sight of an EOM Battleship. These giant metallic beasts hover over every major setllement and port, making sure everything that goes in and out is to the liking of the Emperor. Only a miniscule part of the fleets of the Empire, these ships are the ultimate and true rulers of space, commanding every other ship around the planet, and thus ultimately governing the people who live on said planets. They are the highest form of propaganda and deterrement against xenos.



The Emperor is the man of steel, the immortal ruler, the true leader of the miserable bunch they call humans. He was the one who signed the bill to kill of any and every xeno who opposes his will, and he was the one who lead the genocide of our people during the war. He is never held any mercy for the people of this galaxy in his heart, and he never responded kindly to any agression. Every xeno knows his face from the posters that litter the streets of city centers, and from the Empire's broadcasts on the television. His "graces" sight reaches everywhere, but mostly us, and it is by his will that you'll be taken away and killed if you speak anything against him. Not to mention that most of the humans are absolutely in love with him, and would stone you themselves if you said a single bad word about their immortal ruler. The same man who once lead the fleets of humankind into our galaxy is the one who controls this massive empire now. Nobody knows how he managed to survive for so long, avoiding any signs of aging, but even the humans can agree that something shady is going on in the background. Whether its the work of some medicine, or a new kind of humans, this man has been on the throne for too long, and somebody needs to put him to his place.

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Name:

Flag:

Type of Governement(So the Empire knows what tehy are dealing with):

Description of Governement:

Main race(Your own species, unless you want to play as humans):

Minority races(humans and what other. Needs to be at least 50% humans if you majority is them):

Demography(Min 20% humans):

Religion(Optional but appreciated):

Culture(A paragraph or two):

History(what you did under the rule of the empire fo roughly 300 years):

Important characters(very important, your leader[s], your strategist, your spy master and any other important character IN DETAIL):

Description of Military(ships and ground troops):

Technology(note that there are no energy shields, and that doomsday weapons are not a thing.):

Additional(whatever you feel like you want to add):

Galactic Conquest

@Lonewolf685 HEY! The Gashathi may be somewhat cliché filling for the title of the all powerful race, but they are still an original conecet (within the reasonable boundaries of the word).

Galactic Conquest

Destiny Ascendant Hangar

Kindal didn't take it too kindly when Raldyr called him simply by his name. That privilige is reserved only for other Gashathi and trusted high servitors. He frowned under the mask and turned towards the alien who adressed him. "Watch your mouth alien. Address me by my formal title if you wish to speak to me again." Kindal's voice was upset, but he tried to keep his calm after this blatant breach of culture. The Kronsemar husks shifted their poses slightly, readying for an imminenet gunfight. Kindal noticed it, and waved them off with a hand before they opened fire by accident.

He turned his attention towards Muriel and bowed the slightest. "Excuse my guardians, for they are loyal followers of the faith and would not see it tarnished by first conatct." He glanced over to Raldyr and the Fleet-master before continuing. "I would only delay the inevitable by hiding my true intentions and masking myself as a neutral party towards the ground forces. Let us hasten this meeting by playing with open cards."

Maybe this ruse will throw them off. Thought these "covenant" aliens had ground forces on the planet, the other two did not. Which is why their inquiry about his goals was all the more interesting. The voice of Matt suddenly filled his earpiece. "Overseer, 11 massive ships just exited subspace travel and are deploying forces on the ground. They seem to be Covenant warships."

This little diplomatic must have been a trap! So perfectly alligned with their arrival and discovery of the Sanctuary. It was most likely a ruse to divert their attention from the incoming fleet. Kindal ran through a dozen possible scenarios in his head on how to handle the situation, but he couldn't find a universally good solution. If they started a firefight, there would likely be no survivors in the hangar. Nevertheless he turned towards the fleet master and readied his staff for combat.

"You fiend!" Kindal pointed with both of his left arms on Rah. "This is all the doing of you infidiels! If you seek to deny us from our ancestral legacy! You are not worthy of the Sanctuary's contents!" Kindal turned his head towards Muriel. "If you've any knowledge of this plan, speak up now and find safe haven from my force! Deny me from the vault of those who hold our sacred dogma and find yourself smithen!" Tension visibly rose in tha atmosphere as the Kronsemar husks readied their weapons to fire on the first signal of hostility. If anything, this meeting has gone horribly wrong, throwing the carefully crafted plan of the Overseer out of the window. He was ready to fight a lost battle in the hangar, but he made a last ditch attempt at salavging the situation. "Muriel and Raldyr, you and your races have not yet sinned in the eyes of the gods, so speak your cause and find your words rewarded. If you are found innocent, only one enemy remains in this hangar." Now it's time to pray nobody pulls the trigger before words leave mouth.

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AURORA
Palace Entrance

"Push the offensive, the enemy is breaking!" Nyugen's voice filled the helmets of all his troops as they opened fire on the remaining enemy soldiers. A couple of meters ahead, the Vulkar was wrecking havoc. The closest tank unleashed it's full payload at the Vulkhar, but they only managed to crack the impromptu shield of the beast. Now that teh Vulkhar was on the offensive it charged at the enemy tanks and started punding them relentlessly. A punch or two is all it took for the tanks to give up as tons of flesh crushed them into oblivion. Their shots pinged off the cracked shield or sizzled away as they hit the Vulkar's thought body armor. They could've killed the beast if they had distance at their side, but close quarters was their demise.

During this impressive show of raw power by the Vulkhar, the Covenant forces began charging through the field and taking out a few tanks themselves as they ran isnide the vault. Some of the Vixar took aim, but Nyugen quickly tagged the aliens as neutrals on the HUD "Focus fire on the Palace guards, we can deal with them later."

It didn't take long for the few tanks to be destroyed either by the Vulkhar or by well placed AT missiles of the Vixar infantry. The last of the vault defenders finally fled the battlefield, and left the grizzly scene. Dust and smoke thrown into the air creating a thick fog that could be hardly seen through covered the area around the ruins. The Vulkhar was methodically compressing the tank wrecks into balls of scrap metal in front of the vault. Nyugen signaled for his team to regroup and meet up in front of the entrance.

As they passed by the Vulkhar, Nyugen looked up at the beast, noticing the wounds that the turrets and tanks caused in it. "You did well Misha. You'll get a treat one we get back to the Gem." Misha grunted something inadubile as a response and continued to work on her masterfully compressed junkball. The rest of Bravo Squad gathered up in front of the open entrance and took up defensive formation. Miracolously, nobody died but a dozen troopers got injured in the firefight either by shrapnel or grazing shots from the turrets.

"Bravo-1, come in, this is Alpha-1!" Nyugen received the feed and gestured for his soldiers to form a tigther circle. If Alpha needed to say something, that must've meant that something was going horribly wrong. "This is Nyugen, speka up Alpha-1" "Sir, we have Covenant vessels approaching the AO at high speeds." Nyugen tried to look up and spot the vessels, but the sand from the battlefield and the smoke erupting from the burning houses of the town prevented him from seeing the ships. "How many Alpha-1?" It took a few seconds to get a reply. "A lot sir, I can't count it. We've got hundreds of small ships, big ships and all in-between descending from orbit. White 2 and 3 are already on their way out back to base with their escorts. What are your orders sir?"

Nyugen opened the tactical map and examined the town and it's surroundings in search of tactical locations to look for in case the approaching forces were hostile. After a quick scan of the town, it seemed like the only defendable place was the vault itself. Nyugen knew he'd be scolded for threatening the Snactuary, but he had no other option. He opened the channel once again, speaking to all of the Vixar forces. "This is Commandant Nyugen, all forces retreat inside the vault! We'll try to crack the sanctuary and find our missing aliens." With that, Nyugen signaled for his own troops to get inside to safety.

In less than a minute, the other squads came running towards the vault's entrance. The Covenant ships were already close, so they wasted no time with the formalities and hussled their asses inside the relative safety of the compund. The last Vixar on the outside waved at Misha who was now playing with her ball of scrap metal. "Come on big girl, get inside quickly before you get shot." With an upset grunt, Misha grabbed her metal ball and crawled into the depths of the vault. At last, all the Vixar forces were inside the confines of the vault and moving deeper into the structure to seek out the Sanctuary and the Covenant forces looking for it.

Galactic Conquest

@SantosGabriel77 We are having a diplomatic meeting onboard Sierra's ship, and we are purging securing Aurora.

Galactic Conquest

SIERRA-MIKE-ONE-OH
Destiny close-in

The communicator crackled to life inside the headgear of Kindal and the soft voice of the pilot poured into his ears. "Overseer, we've got confirmation from the Destiny. I'm bringing in the ship for landing, prepare for touchdown." Kindal took a deep breath of the stale air inside the docking bay. He grabbed his staff from the weapon locker embed into the side panel. It was a weapon that most of the Gashathi carried with themselves all the time. But more importantly it was a traditional Gashathi item that showed off the wealth and status of the individual during meetings. His name might not be affiliated with a long lineage of Hirules or governors, but all Gashathi richly adore their staffs. And of course, a retractable energy staff that can be used both at range and close quarters is a valuable asset for all those who hold minimal value for their life. But for now, the staff remained nothing more than that: a richly decoarted stick.

The magnetic clamps finally locked onto the floor of the hangar bay, and the ship shook for a brief second as the engines spooled. Kindal lifted his headgear slightly, and clipped his respirator/communicator equipmnet on his mouth before adjusting the mask back to it's position. Even if the other races were fine inside the hangar's atmosphere, who knows what dangers it may hold to foreign species. And it doesn't hurt that you have a built in translator for communication. Of course, none of this was visible to the outside observer, a carefully a planned trick that the Gashathi have played for eons as they portrayed themselves like gods. This wasn't going to be one of those moments, but it definetly looked better than having to rely on an a separate droid or AI to translate your speech.

"Overseer, I'm lowering the ramp now." A silent hiss erupted from the door as it slid up inside the hull and a wide stairway was lowered down onto the floor of the hangar. Kindal gestured towards his combat husks and they began to walk down the stair and take up formations. They didn't get shot at. With a large stress factor out of the way, Kindal also walked down the stair and took his position amidst the formation of his droids. Much to his surprise, the crew of the ship seemed not to be as small as he originally imagined them.

Immidiately after that, the staircase retracted back into the ship, and Kindal looked around the hangar. As he looked around his HUD tagged a variety of armed guards and possible threats for him and his droids. After confirming all possible angles of fire, he began to observe the resident race and the other two attending parties.

There were two draconic aliens that seemed to be of some mixed breed. They were well dressed and equipped with a simple but fancy sword. Kindal couldn't exactly explain his feeling of uneasiness as he observed the way they talked. He made a not of it inside his head to acquire the detailed analysis of them once he gets back to base.

The other attending race was eerely familiar thought. They reminded him of the Sankar, the barbaric berserkers of the Gashathi army. However, these aliens seemed a lot more advanced and intelligent than the Sankar, putting them much higher on the danger scale.

Finally, the resident alien species seemed to be familiar to the humans that they have encountered in the Milky Way galaxy, albeit much taller. They seemed to resemble the Vixar in their materialist and militarist deisgns and clothing. But they obviously lacked the fur and the strong jaws. Kindal wasn't sure if that was a good or bad trait: he grew accustomed to the furry bastards on their long journey.

As he paced through the hangar, he decided to stop at around the same distance that the other races were standing from the captain of the Destiny. He double checked his translator device on his HUD before accidentally speaking up in the wrong language. He raised his arms into the air, his gaze focused on the captin. "I am Kindal'Q, Grand Overseer of the Gashathi Empire. May this divine presence enlighten us and propel our races into a new era."

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VIXAR TASK FORCE
Descending Orbit above Aurora

It has been around 10 minutes since the task force left the Gem and used their SDDs to approach Aurora. 48 Vixar rattled inside sturdy metal casings as their dropship began to pierce the uppermost layers of the atmosphere. Their armors were firmly attached to small steats and a large steeal beam arching overhead, dimly illuminated by the inernal HUD of their helmets. The dark walls pressed on them and kept them from moving too mutch, and the machinery held them firmly in their positions. Commandant Nyugen was one of them, his armor bearing the marks of an officer. His messed around with his HUD until it brought up the same 3D map of the town for every member of his team. "Okay, everyone should be seeing the map of our AO. I'm going to be short and simple on this one since we're breaking atmosphere in a minute and half and then we'll lose contact right until we're above the target."

And indeed, the shaking slowly became less gentle as the ship entered the thicker parts of the atmopshere. "We're going to split up into two task forces, Aplha and Bravo. Alpha will be lead by Sgt Malkovich and will consist of our 4 Valkyrie dropships and their load. Once we break through the atmosphere they're going to push into the town from North, South, east and West to secure a perimeter. They will also be tasked with the elimination of-" Nyugen stopped for a second to think of the appropriate words to use. He spent a lot of time with the Gashathi since the Vixar joined the Singularity, but he wasn't sure how to break the arrogance of their masters to his fellow race. "Of these puny aliens. They don't deserve our love, so don't hesitate to use those flamers boys." A few enthusiastic Vixar shouted battlecries into the comms. At least his men weren't opposed to killing civilians. "Alpha, will stick to the edges of town, and prevent anyone from going in or out. Once we can see the smoke piling above the town and the signal flares, I will drop in with team Bravo into the proximity of the palace hiding the Sanctuary. That zone is currently lit up by small arms fire and infantry turrets, so that's why we're taking the breaching pods." As if the machinery knew they were talking about it, it began to shake wildly as they ship carrying them entered the dense parts of the atmosphere. Nyugen murmured some curses under his nose. 15 seconds until the chatter is totally lost. "Okay Bravo, listen closely. We'll drop in on both flanks of the main entrance, but watch out for other aliens in the AO! Don't shoot unless they shoot first, we don't want any trouble. See ya on the ground!"

Several minutes later, on the surafce of Aurora

"Light them up boys, let them feel the burn ahahaha!" The flamers threw hot plasma at the running aliens, burning their flesh and charring their bones. The smell of burnt meat and smoke filled the air around the group of Vixar troopers. Team Alpha has been cleaning the outskirts of the town and establishing a secure perimeter with haste as they prepared to signal Nyugen that they can drop. Finally, after a few hundred burnt houses and hastly made roadblocks of dead aliens and metal scrap the first signal flare launched into the sky on the north edge of town. Then three others rose into the air from the other task forces. The Vixar were cheered and raised their guns as waited for their flyboys to arrive.

It didn't take long for the three large aircraft and their fighter escorts to appear over the dunes of the desert. The slim dropships flew in a wedge formation over the desert, the white paint reflecting a blinding amount of light. They had a large thin body, carrying large white balls in the middle of their fuselage. The one in the front carried a ball that was larger than the aircraft, whilst the other two carried four smaller balls each in a holding pattern. They quickly approached the palace and flew over the smoke piles rising from the edges of town.

Commandant Nyugen spoke up in the intercomms "We're going in hot boys, prepare for a rough landing." The HUDs of the troopers updated as they zoomed in for a close-up of the palace. A small countdown timer was ticking down towards zero, when the pods will be released by the dropships.

"New contacts! They have tanks!" As the tanks rolled out from the palace, a cold shiver ran down along the spines of the Vixar. They weren't exactly prepared for heavy contact. The timer was appraoching 10 seconds, when one of the palace tank crews finally noticed the incoming dropships. They aimed their main gun at the front dropship, shooting a salvo at it. The explosions rocked the front dropship, setting it's entire engine bay on fire. "White-1 hit, we lost engines one through four!" Nyugen talked into the intercomms once again, his voice calm as ever. "Fighters, disengage from formation! White 2 and 3 drop us here and RTB! Alpha team, send some of your guys to pick up White 1 once they land! Bravo, prepare for landing!"

The outer ships released the round droppods and began to quickly gain altitude and perform evasive manouvers. The damaged ship also released the massive ball it was carrying, but it couldn't gain any altitude without it's engines, and continued to fly in a straight line until it crash landed somewhere in the Eastern part of town, throwing up a massive cloud of dust and smoke. The small droppods hit the streets with ground shattering force, bouncing off of them one more time, and then rolling for several meters until they stopped. They were about 50 meters from the Palace, just outside the wide killzone set up around the palace. On the other hand, the large ball landed near the republic tanks, the force of the impact breaking all the nearby windows. It rolled through the firezone unaffected by blaster shots until it finally stopped moving near the palace entrance. Nothing happened.

Bravo squad rallied up on the edge of the fireline hiding behind buildings and ruins, finally making eye contact with the palace. They also saw the other two races who were up against the palace defenders, admiring their braveness in the battlefield. Nyugen signaled for the squad to lay low, his hud tagging all targets. The squad nervoulsy focused on the still intact drop pod near the entrance as one of the tanks strafed towards it returning fire on the other attackers. Nyugen murmured silently until the tank was finally within close proximity of the pod. "Come on big boy, show me what you got!" He pressed a button on his wrist controller, and the large door of the drop-pod swung open.

From inside, a large armored Vulkhar crawled out with a deafening battlecry. It broke the door off the pod, and grabbed onto it like a shield. The nearby tanks opened fire, but their shots couldn't pierce the thick armor of the blast door. Nyugen shouted into his comms, opening fire on the enemy's positions. "Now boys, give them all you got. They should be happy to be on the receivong ends of our guns! Show these alien scum what the Fanheim are made out of!" With that, the rest of Aplha squad opened fire on the startled enemy to give a chance for their Vulkhar to clear out those troublesome tanks.

Galactic Conquest

AURORA-1 MAIN SEQUENCE STAR
High Corona Orbit

Kindal waited inside the elevator for it to reach the hangar bays. It was an excruciatingly long ride given the circumstances. Slowly the elevators stopped and the giant bustlnig hangar bay revealed itself behind it. Kindal stepped through the door and let the thick oily air mixed fuel fumes fill his lungs. He spent most of his life in places like this, overseeing the construction of hundreds of military vessels at once. He was standing on a catwalk that ran along the walls of the hangar and provided a great vantage point on most of the facilities. Some cranes moved starfighters from the cargo bay into their designated positions, whilst some other were already being refueled and rearmed. The hulking escort cruisers loomed in the background, with the outermost one being swarmed by different repair and rearm droids as well as a few dozen enginners.

Kindal was just beginning to walk down from the catwalks when a small group of Vixar and Kronsemar approached him with haste. "Overseer Kindal!" The Vixar in front saluted and the rest of them followed his example. Kindal narrowed his eyes and closesly examined the group. He saw the four Kronsemar husks that were supposed to be his excort, but the other four Vixar were also carrying guns and have equipped combat armor. What on earth could it mean? Kindal raised one of his hands from below the his robes and gestured at the Vixar party. "At ease Commandant. Explain the meaning of this." The Vixar in front pointed at the four droids behind him and frowned in disgust. "Why would you take these rustbuckets instead of us? We're well trained, we could defend you a thousands times better than these mindless tincans." The robots who didn't seem to take a liking to this comment spoke up one after the other to form one big sentence. "We calculate that your chances of survival - if the situation happens to escalate for some reason - are below the measely number of - 0.00016238365983 percent." The Vixar eyed the droids with killer gazes, but neither parties seemed to be at each other's throats. Yet.

On the other hand Kindal was enjoying this show quite a lot. He dropped the stone cold facade and smiled at the Vixar. "Calm down Nyugen, I have plenty of reasons to take them over your squad. I would not stray from your side in any battle, but I fear that you are too valuable of an asset to be put into such a dangerous situation." "But sir, that's non-" "Silence. I have made up my mind on this matter. I will take the husks to the meeting, and you are to prepare the batallion for breaking orbit and landing on Aurora to secure our asset. I doubt the husks could do that." Kindal gestured at the four husks who took up a tight formation around him. The Gashathi were a tall race, but the Kronsemar robots still towered over him with their impressive 3.4 meters. Nyugen was about to open his mouth again but Kindal silenced him with an angry glance. "This is the end of the argument Commandant Nyugen. Prepare your men and move out at first oppurtunity." The Vixar saluted in unison, their eyes still following the droids. "Understood Overseer." Kindal nod slightly and began treading towards his ship. "Dismissed."

FEW MINUTES LATER

Kindal was sitting in his command chair inside the command center of the corvette. This room was much, much smaller than the command bridge on the Gem. The whole 4 officers that made up the bridge crew sat around him in a circle with him being strapped into a gimbaling command seat with a large operating HUD in front of him. He entered the operating codes for the ship and the reactors flooded the room with the vibrant chime of systems booting up all at once. Soon the large holopad expanded it's functions from an ignition key to a fully operational command console. He checked his officers before initiating a call with the Gem. "Flight control, this is Sierra-Mike-One-Oh-Three, do you copy?" After some empty static the operator signs in with a huge sigh. "This is flight control to Overseer, you don't have to do this every time. We've got most of the data already on the computers, you don't need to report in so formally every time." The exhausted voice of the operator hinted that this wasn't the first time the Overseer triedout military jargon. Kindal replied with a huge smile on his face hidden behind his mask "I'm still so amazed with your species's military callouts. Before you we only had-" "Telepathic chec-and manual flight inputs, we know the story." Tactical Officer Matt seemed to have taken the place of the previous operator. "Overseer, I advise that you move out before things further complicate." Wait, did he say complicate? He wasn't gone for that long but seemed like something big has happened. Kindal signaled his 4 operators to launch the ship and he turned his whole attention to teh data stream on the operating HUD.

"I'm patching through, give me all the details Matt." As soon as he said that, a large window opened up with detailed sector scans and a completed map of the planet's surface and crust. "Since you've left the bridge, a number of unidentified vessels have broken concealment and are heading towards the Destiny Ascendant. We've also spotted a small shuttle heading towards the ship, most likely belonging to the owners of the drone and presumed stealth ship." Kindal interrupted before the next sentence as he looked at the map with confusin. "Destiny Ascendant? Have you managed to decypher the names?" "Uhh, yes sir, the matrix finished the full conversion just a minute ago. We have linked all the transmitter data to the ships we scanned on the map." Matt stopped for a second, looking for his words. "Anyways, we've got one more craft heading towards the Destiny. The desing patterns match that of the five stealth ships."

"Very good. I shall proceed with caution and use the SDDs to avoid giving away our position." Kindal was about to close the HUD when Matt spoke up in his earpiece again. "Sir, there is one more thing. We've confirmed the origins of the primary anomaly." The very atoms in the air seemed to stop in anticipation. Could this really be the end of their struggles? So easely attained after years of travel? Matt broke the silence first. "It seems to be a perfect match with the blueprints of the Sanctuary of Mak'shaL. The alloys of the sanctuary are blocking a deeper scan, but the computer has made a 99.999% match." Kindal felt like his whole world took a turn. He took off his mask and laid it in his laps. Kindal hoped that his Gashathi will thank him for his discovery. The vault of one of the greatest Hirule was so close he could almost feel the desert sand on his face.

Kindal was reminded of his missions by a long blip coming from his communicator. He put the helmet back on his head and accepted the transmission. "Sir? Your disappeared so suddenly. What has-" "Matt, this is no time for idle chatter. Patch me through to Commandant Nyugen." The answer came in the form of a long silence and then the sudden bark of Nyugen "Yes Overseer?" "I hope that you have your troops prepared. You are to immidiately depart to the planet and secure the are around these co-ordinates." Kindal forwarded the locations of the palace to the commandant and the signaled for his crew to begin the flight towards Destiny Ascendant. "Sir, we've confirmed the location to be deep below a large town. How should we proceed." It didn't take too long for Kindal to answer with an apprpriately simple and short answer. "Cleanse it." With that, he cut the comms and prepared for the SDDs of his ship to fire up as they leftt eh hangar bay.

HIGH ORBIT AROUND AURORA-1, LEAVING GEM PROXIMITY

When the ship finally left the strongest part of the sun's gravity well, the crew began furiously working on their consoles. Soon enough a number of warning lights illuminated the cabin. A synthetical voice began a countdown as the crew strapped themselves tighter into their seats. "Short Distance Drive initiating jump sequence in five. Four. Three. Two. Jump sequence initiated." With a thunderous boom and a blinding flash of light, the ship entered FTL travel for less than a few seconds and exited about a 400 kilometers away from Destiny's Ascendant. The cries of bending metal echoed through the cabin several times until they finally died out. "Jump succesful. System strees nominal. We're good for docking manouvers." Kindal acknowledged the information and opened a direct channel with the Destiny. "This is Grand Overseer Kindal'Q of the first Gashathi Signularity speaking. We come in the hopes of establishing a positive first contact with your species." Even if it doesn't matter once the rest of the Gashathi get here, but Kindal didn't want to add that to his speech. This time, his mission required no-one to be shot. The pilot of the ship took over the broadcast, hoping that his military expertise would be more helpful in not getting shot than the Overseer's diplomatic message. "Sierra-Mike-One-Oh to Destiny, we are transmitting our transpoder codes now. On vector for approach, ETA 4 minutes. Requesting docking protocols." The pilot turned back to the Kindal who seemed to be pleased about the current situation. "Well done. Make sure that we are ready for liftoff any second." He walked out of the command center and went down the hatch leading into the docking bay of the corvette. The four Kronsemar husks stood in full combat gear in the small room, their heads eerely following the movement of the Overseer and their guns readied and aimed at the door. "Switch from threat level one to two. We are here for diplomacy and not an assault on their ship." The droids lowered their guns and took on a more neutral pose, their fingers still in the proximity of the trigger. "God, I hope this won't go terribly wrong."

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Well then, I beleive we have a fresh(ish) start. I will be recruting some more people by making another interest check and a spanking new thread for the IC. I will also do a discord thingy.