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Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

Tiberius Station - Capitol Station of People's Colonies of Jaruin

Exactly a week after diplomatic talks between the Concordat and the Tremarian Union had taken place on Sanctuary, two separate Union fleets left Tremara, headed in two different directions. Each fleet was moderately sized, one a bit larger than the other, and well equipped with an array of firepower and Batallions of Union soldiers. One fleet had one battle cruiser, two destroyers and a six corvettes. This arrangement of ships was on a course for Tarin, to make good on promises of assistance to the concordat and carry out some separate Tremarian operations. The second fleet had three battlecruisers, four destroyers and a dozen corvettes. This fleet was lead by Commander As'salia, and was on it's way to Jaruin.

Jaruin was a small moon, unlucky enough to be one of the non-gardens which orbited Jalaryias. It's surface was barren apart from the orange and red sands which coated the dunes and seas of desert. Underneath the surface was a complex system of huge caverns and tunnels that are still being explored and researched. This wasteland attracted both the Aurollian Federation and large groups of settlers that overtime banded together and formed into the People's Colonies of Jaruin. Both settlements eventually grew, and now every discovered cavern entrance and every area of interest has been settled by one of the sides. The independent colonies were made up of networks of dome stations all over the surface, most with entrances to Caverns.

As'salia's target was the Capitol. Tiberius station. It's population was just over 150,000 the largest of any of the stations. Fortunately for As'salia, conflict with the Aurollians was minimal and nobody else really cared about the small nation, and so they did not have major defences capable of repelling an invasion from one of the well equipped garden worlds. She could have only imagined the fear that the Stations Militia would have been feeling as they saw huge Tremarian ships lower down into Orbit. The Commander stood upon the bridge of the 'Invictus', the leading battle crusier among the fleet, and spoke out too her officers.
"I want our guns only targeting Military and Defensive structures and Soldiers. No Civilians are to be killed unless necessary, we need to minimise the loss of life here". She said. As she was about to give more orders, a low ranking officer hastily made her way over, bowed, and waited before As'salia nodded before she spoke.
"The message has been received by the Aurollians, but we have yet to receive a reply. However our intent has been explained, they know we aren't here for them". Just as she finished speaking, the ship rocked slightly as Tiberius station was now firing back, as was every other station.

It didn't take long for the ships hovering in the sky to take out enough defences to make it safe for troops to start landing on the ground without being shot out of the sky. Five battalions with 800 Soldiers each began attempting to get boots on the ground, troop transport ships flying down to the surface. One marine in particular felt more than ready, Kenia felt excited. She had finished her intense four years of training to be allowed into the marines, and was finally wearing the armour she wanted and fighting for the world she loved. In her drop ship was a group of Rothan marines, reinforced with Klek and Draon which bolstered her squads numbers to 30. She held on with both hands to the bars at her side as the small ship shook as the station opened fire on them. The pilot sped up as the gunner shot back, but the lone drop ships weapons were no match for the rail-gun emplacement that fired and tore through one of the two main engines. A second shot tore through the side as the ship started spinning out of control, and Kenia gripped as tight as she could as she watched her comrades pulled out and thrown into the air. "Brace for impact!" Was all she heard, seconds before everything went black.

Kenia groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, the blurriness slowly fading as she reached up to wipe her eyes. She was lying in the corner of the drop ship, up against the wall. Around her were small fires, cut wires and sparks and at least eight bodies. She let out a small whimper in pain as she used the seat nearest her to pull herself up, grabbing the nearest rifle she could and loading it. Huge rail-gun shots boomed in the air, accompanied by shots of lasers and plasma which was near silent in comparison. She stumbled slowly to the exit where light was pouring in and slowly climbed out, looking around. What she saw was not what she expected would happen at all.

They had landed about 150 feet away from a pair of big glass domes. The glass on both had been shattered, and the Colonists had set up machine guns and had at-least 100 soldiers firing from inside, pinning down the now 18 Marine squad behind the wreckage that came off of the drop ship and the crashed ship itself. A few large pieces of debris from the battle had also landed here and was the only cover they had.

As soon as Kenia had stepped out from the ship, she was snapped back into reality by a few stray lasers flying past her head. Suddenly she became aware, her breathing increased and she ran to her side, diving behind the engine that had been shot off the ship. Lasers and Plasma rounds flew past her, occasionally hitting the sand just a metre away from her and sending it all up into the air. She held tightly onto her rifle with one hand, raising two fingers to her forehead with the other and pushing them down, in her head pleading to Lumera for her survival.

She turned around and started firing back at the damn colonists. They were so small, so insignificant. Why hadn't they just given up when a power such as the Tremarians had shown up? Did they think Lumera would spare them when they were fighting against her perfect creations? She scoffed at the idea as one of the rounds from her rifle pierced the skull of a Human colonist, sending his body over onto his friends. She watched as they threw his body to the side and began to fire again, and an Ishkaan simply took his place. No matter how many she could take down without exposing herself enough to be hit, they were just replaced. What was left of her squad was just too far outnumbered. They were now at twelve soldiers, still holding onto the small piece of ground they held as the machine guns pinned them down.

This lasted for another twenty minutes. During this short amount of time Kenia had managed to rack herself up 11 kills, of which 6 were head-shots. She found this was a way to keep her focused, count her kills while her fellow Tremarians fell behind her. There were only seven of them left now, herself, two more Rothans, two Klek and Two Draon. Why couldn't she have been on almost any other drop-ship, and have been dropped into any other firefight where they were winning. The small squad was running out of ammo. They couldn't go on for much longer. The cover they were using was quickly deteriorating due to the constant attacks so they were becoming more and more exposed. She had almost given up all hope.

All of a sudden, ten drop pods crashed down into the sand from orbit, each carrying a group of 12 soldiers. Two of them dropped straight into the domes, causing disarray and panic in the Colonists ranks. Tremarian fighters burst out, reinforcing the crumbling line and pushing into the domes. Kenia shouted out in her native tongue 'For Lumera!" as she raised her rifle and started charging towards the domes with her fellow marines, before a sniper round ripped through the air and went straight through her head, sending her crashing down to the ground, dead.

The two domes were taken in the next hour, as were most of the dozens of domes that made up Tiberius station. The Tremarians were winning almost everywhere, save for a few domes that were taking more time to capture. The Tremarian soldiers kept on fighting as the officers above waited for a reply from the Aurollians.

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Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

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Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

Sanctuary Station
Concordat Civilian Hub

Sendema was not well suited to waiting. Her two Star Chamber fellows, Joren and Kedal, seemed perfectly happy to sit around and chat idly over the local network, but Sendema could hardly sit still. The Tremarian ships had reached the station, and one was on final approach, and she just wanted the whole thing to be over with. Perhaps she wasn't as comfortable with the expected proposal as she thought.

As if reading her thoughts (which he couldn't given the quality of her cyber-neural security), Joren looked over at her and pinged for a com link. She accepted, more out of a need for something to do than any desire to actually speak with him. "Having doubts Sendema?" His voice spoke in her mind, touched with a hint of sarcasm. Joren wasn't her biggest fan in the Star Chamber. Supporters of Ademnon had gotten him attached to her party to represent their interests, so she was just going to have to put up with him. "Of course not," summoning a haughty attitude that her implants would accurately convey to his. "They want converts, we'll give them converts. Call it a cultural exchange. I can think of two dozen Concorded I know personally who would leap at the chance. It's not like they can force us to actually follow their hokey religion."
Joren smiled condescendingly. "Goodness, I didn't realise I'd touched a nerve. Well, so long as you're so firm in your convictions, I'm sure this encounter will be just dandy."
Sendema bit off a sharp retort as the airlock emitted a tone signalling a good seal. The Tremarians were here.

Two corvettes locked into the airlocks of Sanctuary station, each proudly wearing the flag of the Tremarian Union. Inside these corvettes were two near exact teams, each with a standard squad of Draon and Klek units, four Rothan high guards, and one diplomat. On the first corvette was the Priestess of Affairs and on the second was Commander As'salia, who was personally sent by the Priestess of Force. Both were wearing earpieces that would allow them to communicate to each other and the representatives from the Concordat, translating languages almost seamlessly as they spoke.

"Welcome to Sanctuary," Sendema said as the Tremarians emerged from the airlocks into the waiting lounge. Her words were slow and slightly slurred, the result of not actually speaking out loud very often. "I am Sendema, representing the Star Chamber of the Concordat. My associates, Kedal and Joren." She gestured at her companions. Kedal gave a small, polite bow. Joren just nodded. They all avoided looking at the Tremarian guards. The Concordat delegation had no escort, partially because this was their station, partially because they felt they didn't need one. Sendema herself was linked to all the hidden weapon emplacements in the room; she could activate them and rain fire on the Tremarians with just a thought. Hopefully that wouldn't be necessary. She smiled at the Tremarians, an awkward, force looking expression that seemed out of place on her face.

The Priestess gave her own formal smile in return, nodding as she did. "Thank you for allowing us into your station, Sendema". She said, extending a hand to her side and beckoning at As'salia. "This is Commander As'salia, representing the arm of force, and I am The Priestess of Affairs, I will be handling our relations and deals on behalf of the High Priestess". At almost the same time, both Rothans gave a small bow. As'salia found her eyes wandering, looking over the plain looking interior. It was very white and very organised, much different to what she was used too. The lack of decoration and variety of colour certainly made her feel uneasy, as if she were speaking to actual robots. She focused back onto the Concordats delegates and the Klek and Draon behind her looked around, with much less subtlety.

"Very good," Sendema said. "This way please." She began moving purposefully down the hall. The delegation followed her into some kind of lift car, which quickly took off into featureless tube. And then, quite abruptly, they were suddenly overlooking what appeared to be a bustling city, resting peacefully under a pale blue sky and a brilliant sun. Closer observation would would reveal the sun and sky to be mere projections masking the massive dome that stretched at least five kilometres across. The approach to Sanctuary had shown there were four other similar modules spread evenly around a central ring, but it had been impossible to know what beauty was contained inside them. And the city was beautiful. Graceful arching towers stretched 'skywards'. A park with a lake filled the centre of the space. Trees were everywhere. Joren smiled slightly. "All the comforts of planetary life." Sendema just scowled.

The lift continued to carry them up the wall of the dome until it reached the very apex, then slipped into the ceiling. Despite the dome's great size, the entire trip had lasted less than a minute. The lift deposited them into a much smaller dome, this one made entirely of glass. Below, the city sprawled under their feet. Above was the vastness of space, with Jalaryias dominating the view. A large table with a number of chairs sat in the centre of the room A selection of refreshments and decanters of water were arranged to one end of the table. "Please, be seated," Sendema said slowly, as she herself took a chair. Once they were all sitting, she spoke again. "I will be direct, as I'm not very good with pleasantries. The Aurollian Federation is a threat to all that the Concordat has accomplished. I-We intend to take action against that threat, and we would like your help."

One minute was more than enough time for the Priestess and Commander to take in the sights of the artificial yet beautiful interior of the station, which was much different and more comforting than the plain white walls they had seen before, not that comfort was a priority. A majority of the delegations armed forces had stayed instead of getting in the elevator, only the two high guards and a couple of Draon having joined them in the lift up to the top. They didn't need that many soldiers in a meeting, an important meeting. Besides, they were more for show. Both Delegates knew that the small force wouldn't be able to hold out against the whole stations defences and security which far outnumbered them. Both the Priestess and As'salia were confident that nothing would happen anyway as that would be an act of war and they were sure that was not in the interests of the Concordat. When they got in there the Draon stood at the edge of the room with the high guards while As'salia and the Priestess sat down at the table.

Both of them looked at each other after Sendema spoke. As'salia spoke first, turning back towards her. "Before the Union commits itself to anything, I'd like to know what kind of action your going to take. Are you planning on a full scale war, or something smaller?"

"It may well come to a full scale war," Sendema said casually. No point beating around the bush.
"A military alliance would be beneficial to the Union as well," Kedal said in her soft voice. "There are those among the moons who do not appreciate the culture of Tremara as we do."

"A military alliance could well deter those who do not appreciate our ways" As'salia spoke, but paused for a second as she looked upon the Concordats representatives. "But I'm afraid the Church will want something more in return for military cooperation".

"If I had to guess, I would say pilgrims. Converts." Sendema certainly did not dance around the issue. Kedal, ever the more diplomatic, sent her a neural glare. "What Sendema means is that many of the Concorded have an intense interest in Tremara, and would welcome the opportunity to visit your world and learn your ways," she interjected. Sendema shrugged indifferently. "That's another way of putting it, yes." Joren remained silent.

As'salia found herself smiling softly as Kedal attempted to make the exchange sound less unpleasant. She knew what they were doing, and it seemed so did Sendema, and she didn't much bother with how it sounded. "The church would appreciate that very much". She said. "We also would like to be safe in the knowledge that the Concordat would not interfere or comment on the work of any of our Missionary's".

Sendema was a little more cautious on this one. "We would certainly not to presume to interfere with your missionaries' work abroad. In our own territory, they would be subject to the same laws as anyone else, but otherwise free to do as they please."
"We like to let people do what they want," Joren interjected after staying silent for so long, "but we won't tolerate violence, extortion, or harassment on our stations, from anyone." It was evidently important to him to get this point across. He might not be able to stop the deal, but he evidently had no intention of letting Tremarian missionaries convert Concordat citizens at knife point.

As'salia nodded. "Of course, we would not break your laws in your territory" she spoke slowly, "But when we aren't, and when we are enlightening others beyond your control, we would appreciate the Concordat not involving themselves in it".

"Of course." Sendema answered authoritatively. Joren looked like he was going to argue the point for a second, but in the end he remained silent. Sendema took this as a cue to drive the offer home, and abandoned all pretence. "As a gesture of good faith, we would like to send a delegation of Concorded back to Tremara with you; the first converts. They'll have to be volunteers, at least at first. We'll call it a cultural exchange initiative. They'll stay for, perhaps six months, and then return to us or stay with the Union according to their own desires. Additional shipments of converts would be sent every month, but we'll need to tell them they'll have a choice about staying if we're going to get any cooperation. How does that sound?"

Kedal's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as Sendema laid down the bargain in such brazen terms. Joren frowned slightly, but otherwise offered no comment. He'd made his arguments in the Star Chamber and lost, he was only here now to make sure things didn't get completely out of control. Evidently he didn't think he could dispute Sendema's offer and win. Sendema herself wasn't concerned. Oh, a few Concorded might choose to stay on Tremara, but they would be the wishy washy sort she had no use for. No, the vast majority would return, she was confident of that. Let the Tremarians preach and postulate all they wanted; true Concorded would return home.

As'salia nodded. "I respect how you don't step around things, Sendema". She spoke softly and then looked over the rest of them, knowing that they weren't the same. She could tell that they weren't all as happy to be making the deal as she and Sendema were, but neither she nor the Priestess really cared. "The church graciously accepts your offer, and we would like to propose one of our own, covert Military support in your operations on the moon of Tarin".

All three Concorded were visibly pleased by the offer, even if some weren't happy about its price. "Thank you Commander As'salia. It's settled then," Sendema said officiously. "We'll send word to our senior officer on Tarin of your forthcoming support. It will take perhaps a day to find volunteers to return with you to Tremara. In the meantime, please enjoy our hospitality. I'm told garden worlders find Sanctuary quite pleasant."

"Thank you very much, Sendema, I look forward to our Nations future relationship"

The Collapse - Zombie Apocalypse [open]

Natalie Mansfield - Office Building

Natalie was sat down in the corner of an old, dirty apartment. Her back was against the wall and her knees were brought up to her chest, a backpack next too her on the floor with all of her possessions inside. The wallpaper was rotting and peeling of the walls. This place was obviously not kept well before the apocalypse, let alone after. Dirt masked what could have been a once nice looking pattern, and a nice looking floor. The room was nearly bare, had it not been for a couch against the wall where she had been sleeping and empty cans and bottles littering the floor. Natalie sighed as she ran a hand through her hair which also wasn't as clean as she would have liked, peering to her side an looking into her open bag.

"One bottle of water... some snack bars..." She said to herself as she rummaged through and took note of what she had left. Some spare clothes, some cigarettes. Some bullets that she didn't have a bloody gun for. She was coming to the realisation, no matter how much she didn't want too, that she couldn't just sit in this grimy apartment any more. She was quickly running out of food and water, and frankly having nobody to keep her company was starting to drive her insane. Venturing out would probably only solve one of these problems, but that was better than none. She reached too her side, grabbing the wall and pulling herself up before swinging her back onto her back. She held her machete in her hand and reluctantly left her hiding place.

She stepped out onto the street. The sun beamed down onto her. She looked around as she took a few more steps forward and examined the houses and shops on this street. Most had already been broken into. She turned and started walking down the road until she came too a huge office building. "Fucking hell". She said as she looked up at it. The front doors were wide open, but hardly any of the windows were smashed, and peering inside, it looked like all of the things inside had been chucked about and vandalised a little less than usual. She would try here first.

As she walked in, she pulled out a cigarette and some matches, lighting it in her mouth before putting the box and the matches back. The smoke hitting her throat was ironically like a breath of fresh air. One hand clenched her machete as she snuck around, crouching and moving as slow as possible as she moved so that she couldn't be detected, and the other held the cigarette. She moved from room to room, searching for anything useful. There was almost nothing.

She had almost given up on finding anything when all of a sudden she heard something on the floor above her. It sounded like somebody was trying to smash through a door. Natalie moved quickly to the stairs, and started climbing to the next floor. She got to the last flight of stairs and just as she turned the corner, she froze. It was one of them. A zombie was standing at the top of the stairs, staring into a room she couldn't see. Whatever she had heard, the zombie had too. Natalie froze and started holding her breath. She was not getting noticed by that thing. She must have been standing there for about half a minute, just staring at it, before it suddenly roared and ran off into the room she couldn't see. She started climbing the stairs, but stopped at the top and waited, not wanting to go in if the zombie had beaten whatever it had gone for. She would wait and see what came out.

A few minutes later, a man walked out and turned the other way, not seeing her as he walked. She gasped out loud. A person. Another actual living person. Natalie had to talk to him. She didn't want to go right up behind him, in fear of being mistaken for a dead person, but she didn't want to shout and attract actual dead ones. There really was no good way to surprise somebody these days. She moved a bit closer, but not too close, and spoke. "Hello..." She said.

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