Lylat Wars, Free form war RP; normal rules apply. Options

[Lightstar]

This is basically a pretty free form war RP taken with permission from OTG; think world war, except on a star system scale.

Here you pick a planet from the Lylat System, and create a country, government, and military. This follows no StarFox storyline. Make treaties, join another person's country, join wars, declare wars, whatever. It's your country, do whatever, have fun.

Planet Name:
Country:
Development:
Population:
Army:
Enemies:

Also:

Full Name:
Nickname (optional):
Age (18 or over; 12 year old ninjas named Shinj need not apply):
Gender:
Species:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon(s) of choice:
What rank are you: citizen, president, army general, ect.…
And personal country ID code:

Describe vehicles and weaponry of interest.

I'd like to take this time to say that numbers are pretty loose(You can have millions, even billions of people depending on your country), as is technology, but normal rules still apply and there will be no 'TEHE MAEK PLANUT GO B00MZ.'

Dren, what am I even doing, you guys know how to RP.
Go on then, sign up. :>

[Matrix]

Planet Name: Titania
Country: Someone would want to split this heap of steaming sh*t into countries?
Development: Pretty advanced in the cities, but not on the level of Corneria or Katina.
Population: 400 million
Army: Almost negligible, but their planetary guard is comprised of their most elite combat units, some of the most formidable military units in Lylat. Their ground- and space-based defense systems are incredibly well-designed and effective. Titania does not attack other worlds nor seek alliances. It has never been actually taken by an aggressive power, partly due to the strength of its planetary defense and partly because it's a dung heap of a planet and no one wants it. Thing Switzerland, but with more misery.
Enemies: None

Also:

Full Name: Ganon V'Chek Firenight
Nickname (optional): "You may call me Sir. As in, 'Please don't beat my sorry ass into the ground with your giant-ass beating stick, Sir.'"
Age (18 or over; 12 year old ninjas named Shinj need not apply): 27
Gender: Male
Species: Snake anthropomorph
Appearance: Ganon is very tall and imposing. At seven feet, three inches, he's impressive enough without being 216 pounds of predatory muscle and thick scales. His triangular snake head is crowned with a flash of crimson hair and his emerald scales cover his body. His underbelly is comprised of yellowish scales. His claws are retractable, his feet are large, wicked talons, and his maw is filled with sharp teeth and fangs. He is an incredible predator, bred to thrive in Titania's harsh climates.
Personality: Ganon is very aloof. He does not take pleasure in the company of fools and scorns politics. He is a nomad, like roughly two thirds of Titania's population.
Weapon(s) of choice: Beating stick (gnarly old branch of petrified wood), a hunting bow, a photon pistol he lifted off a dead idiot explorer, and his natural weaponry. Oh, and knives.
What rank are you: Nomad
And personal country ID code: 199-756-8803-- and next one in line to get drafted.

Note: Titania is about to come under the leadership of a new Czar, and things are about to get ugly.

[Brett]

Planet Name: Corneria
Country: Mainland
Development: Technological and militarily advanced.
Population: 6.1 Billion
Military: Cornerian Armed Forces; Consists of the Army, Navy, Marines, and Air Force.
Enemies: Currently none. But there are rising tensions between some of the other countries because of economical reasons.


Full Name: Brett O. Cypher
Description: Capt. Brett Cypher has been a captain/pilot in the Cornerian Air force for over 10 years now. He quickly rose to the top of his class in both leadership and piloting skills.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Fox
Appearance: 6'1", 183 lbs. He wears a normal Cornerian captain’s uniform. (Check avatar.)
Personality: Outstanding leadership. Brett is known to always give 110% into getting the job done. He is very patriotic and would take an attack against his country as a personal insult.
Weapon(s) of choice: Standard issue sidearm.
Rank: Navy Captain
ID code: 12-14-89BC


Personal:

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Ship name: CBS. Enduring Freedom.
Weapons: Nose mounted TAC (Tactical assault cannon). The ship is also armed with missile pods along it hull (Each with the ability to launch 15 missiles).
Defense: Mk-XII Cornerian shielding system and point-defense pulse cannons.

Personal ship:

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Freedom Fighter
Ship's weaponry (And defense):
- 1 nose mounted 20-mm automatic gun system.
- 12 Fighter-to-fighter missiles
- 8 Attack missiles (Used when attacking an enemy ship.)
- Mk-II Cornerian shielding system
- AMD-2 Anti-missile defense system. (When an enemy fighter achieves a lock and fires a missile (or bomb) the AMD-2 fires off counter-flares that will confuse most missile system.)
- CAIA-1 A.I fighter assistant. (The CAIA-1 is an onboard ship A.I that helps the pilot engage enemy fighters and calculate destinations. It also reports ammo count and damage levels to the pilot.)
Ship description: The Freedom Fighter was a standard 5th generation Cornerian Arwing until Brett had it upgraded to his personal standards and equipped to his liking. It has a dark red paint job on its wings and cockpit.

Country:

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The Navy consists of Battleships (CBS.), Carriers (CCA.), Cruisers (CCR.), Recons (CRS.), and Frigates (CF.).
All ships carry a standard amount of naval personal and equal sized amount of marines.

Fighters per ship:
CBS - Four 8 ship squadrons.
CCA - Twelve 8 ship squadrons.
CCR - Four 8 ship squadrons.
CRS - Two 8 ship squadrons.
CF - Six 8 ship squadrons.

(Time to go C&C on this thing.)

Army & Marines:
Infantry:

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- Light Infantry: Armed with an M21 Mkll pulse rifle, L. Infantry can deliver light damage to most units and structures but pack a punch when in company levels or higher.
- Rocket Infantry: Armed with a shoulder-mounted M5 Anti-Armour rocket launcher, these soldiers provide excellent defense against all forms of attack.
- Medical Infantry: Solely responsible for keeping Cornerian soldiers alive and fighting.
- Engineer: These special soldiers are capable of keeping any building or unit in the fight. They are also able to take over enemy structures if given the right amount of support.

Light Armour:

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- Wolverine PSS: The Powered Assault Armor, a.k.a the 'Wolverine', is a small eight foot bipedal piloted by a single unit. Fast and agile, these suits are capable of providing excellent suppression fire or, if need be, combat in light skirmishes. A small squad of these can easily decimate a large company of infantry.
- Titan MBMW: The Medium Battle Mechanized Walker, a.k.a the 'Titan' is an all-purpose assault and defense unit. Standing at over 15 feet high these walker pack a 120mm cannon capable of knocking out light and medium armored units in one or two hits. Their long range makes them formidable foes.
- Juggernaut: These artillery units are capable of delivering a lethal barrage of shells at long range. These units can soften up even the most well protected bases with ease.

Heavy Armour:

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- MLRS: A medium-to-long range missile delivery system. It is mounted on a hovering chassis and is capable of crossing both land and sea. It is capable of hitting all forms of attack.
- Mammoth Mk.X: This behemoth of a walker is well over 40 feet high. It's dual rail-guns and back-mounted anti-air defense systems make it one hell of a unit. Virtually indestructible, the Mammoth Mk.X is still a prototype and are few in numbers.

Air Force:

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- Arwing (Fighter-class): Fast and lightly armored. This fighter provides a well-balanced ability to attack or defend.
- Arwing (Bomber-class): Heavier but slower than the fighter-class Arwing, these Arwings trade their speed for firepower. Capable of delivering a stream of high explosives to any given area during a strafing run. This unit is ideal for softening ground defenses during an assault.
- Carryall: This transport is capable of delivering both infantry and armor to any location on the battlefield. They are not armed but heavily armored.
- Drop-Pods: These pods deliver a single unit to any location on the battlefield. Ideal for providing reinforcements to surrounded troops. Launched from space.

Note:

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Infantry wear Mk.V combat suits. This suit keeps the user safe in all types of environments. (Picture)(IMG:http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a309/GI123451/GDIsuit.jpg)
Closest thing I could find to match what they look like.

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[Lightstar]

Planet Name: Fortuna; Imperial support forces based at Balakor Station.
Country: Templarian Empire, Star Empire, not part of Lylat.
Development: Highly advanced; many worlds are completely given over to the production of materials.
Population: In the mid trillions; the Empire covers a massive part of the Milky Way galaxy.
Army: Well trained, well equipped, and with very high morale.
Counting the science teams and Tech crews as well as Marine forces, the Imperial invasion group numbers close to two billion units.
Enemies: None, but give it time; Cilias is a dick.

Also:

Full Name: Cilias Tilkosh
Nickname (optional): The Obliterator
Age (18 or over; 12 year old ninjas named Shinj need not apply): 112 cycles.
Gender: Male
Species: Vaelian Templar
Appearance: Six feet and seven inches, two hundred pounds without armor, his complexion is lightly tanned, setting him immediately apart from other Vaelians, who are almost uniformly pale.
Personality: One could easily describe him as a cold, ruthless wanker. He is loved by his men for his quick wits and inspiring leadership, but his enemies hate him for his willingness to bend and even break intergalactic rules of warfare to achieve his ends.
He's slightly xenophobic, but tolerates aliens if they are useful to the Empire.
Weapon(s) of choice: Psion Sword, Pulse Pistol which he affectionately calls 'Aeryn.'
What rank are you: Fleet Admiral, commander of Battlefleet Anubis.
And personal country ID code: Imperiali 45-66-723

Capital Classes: Sandworm class Battlecruisers, Lunar Light class Destroyers, and the light Solar wind Cruiser raiding ships.
It is also rumored that they have a -small- number of exceedingly large space ships called 'Dreadnoughts'; this report is unconfirmed, but they are theorized to possess excellent combat strength.

Support Classes: Hil'kith anti-fighter corvette.
Ki-mal corvette.

Fighter classes: Starblade Class Universal Superiority Fighter, Tri Wing Light Scout Fighter, Predator Fighter-Bomber.

Heavy Vehicles:

AC-50 Main Battle Walker:

The AC-50 is a massive(standing 15 meters tall) spider walker armor design.
It packs several dozen light particle bolters, a half dozen heavy bolter cannons, an atmosphere-stabilized Concussion Gun, and a Gravimetric Neutron Beam Blaster.

With this armament, it combines anti-infantry, anti-air, heavy support and mid-range artillery into one deadly package.
It has a minimum range that can be exploited by well armed infantry, and it's slow speed gives it a disadvantage when speed is of the essence.

AC-10 Combat Walker:

The AC-10 is a scout and Gold level combat walker.
It's armament is relatively light, as it only packs two 'arm' mounted repeater bolters and a light Neutron Beam.
It's main asset is it's speed and maneuverability, including the ability to walk sideways, something sought after by Imperial Engineers after the awkward engagement design of the AC-10b came to light.

An excellent escort for the AC-50.

AC-16 Pulse Artillery Delivery system:

The PAD-Gun utilizes Imperial Magnetic Pulse technology to lob shells over several dozen miles(Note that this is not a tactical observation, simply the noted length of a maximum level shot; the use of 50+ mile long shots is highly unlikely unless something needs to be sieged from a very long distance.)

It is capable of loading bursters and standard explosive shells.

Desolator Dual Barreled (Particle bolt cannon) combat tank:

The need for something heavier than the Ac-10 but lighter and faster than the AC-50 became apparent over the countless InterGalactic wars, and the Desolator was created as a main line unit.

It holds two energy cannons designed for anti-armor and anti-building purposes, and some models carry two side mounted missle packs as well.
Anti-Infantry defenses are provided in the form of a 'Squishies Plate' in the front design to spear and clear infantry assaulting from the front, and two machineguns(one forward firing, one rear firing) with a limited field of view.

Clearly, the Desolator is weakest to Infantry at it's sides.

AC-5 Heavy Troop Crawler:

The Heavy Troop Crawler is a fast ground hugger designed to transport twenty Imperial Marines to the front lines, and it mounts four Autocannons used most often for suppression fire and mass Infantry termination.

Indeed, Crawlers are sometimes attached to Platoons and follow them around, providing light armor support.

Light Vehicles:

Combat Hover Bike:

Self explanatory, I flatly refuse to explain this.

Anti-Air particle bolter platform:

The Imperial Marines use modular Transport Crawlers to ferry supplies and mount heavy weapons.
This variation packs a heavy Anti-Air Bolter.

Anti-infantry particle bolter platform:

The Imperial Marines use modular Transport Crawlers to ferry supplies and mount heavy weapons.
This variation packs a heavy 'Troop Shredder' Anti-Infantry Quad Bolter.

Drunari Class Command Carrier(Given a seperate description because it's a fairly unique unit):

One of the largest ships in the fleet and a formidable battle craft in it's own right, the Drunari CC is a massive fighter delivery ship.

Command Carriers were designed to be planetary takeover ships.
While Dreadnoughts were combat superiority ships, and more than capable of taking planets without support, the Empire needed a weapon capable of delivering overwhelming waves of ground troops and air support, something the Fortress class Dread was not designed to do.

When one describes a Command Carrier, one invariable first says 'spacious.'
In fact, it's quite capable of holding hundreds of combat fighters and dropships in it's gigantic bays.

While slow, it is well armed, second only to Dreadnought class warships; it is armed with standard Pulse Cannons and neutron beam emitters, but it's main combat strength is it's overlapping shield grid; heavily armed capital ships are required to penetrate the Screen, as anything else will just get vaporized while trying.

It's main weakness is it's relatively short combat range, requiring the ship to be closer to enemy ships than Dreadnoughts or Battlecruisers, allowing enemies to get hits in before it can bring it's own guns to bear.

As a result, Command Carriers are rarely left without support.

((To keep it fair, the number of Command Carriers at my disposal are -very- limited, two or three at most. Got to make the RP interesting.))

Spec. weapons:
CS-239 nerve agent;

CS-239 is used as an extermination unit.
Instead of bugs, however, it's used on infidels, with rather devastating effect.
It clings to the ground, and though it eventually dissipates, it must be manually dispersed into the atmopshere(Or pumped out of a ship) if it is to be cleared quickly.
Exposure to the agent, while unshielded, results in the failure of vital organs and, eventually, internal liquification.

Resonance Cannon;

The R-Gun is a special mountable weapon that uses focused sonic waves to shake it's targets apart; field tests showed that it could shake a powered armor suit apart in a matter of seconds.

It's a very rare special weapon occasionally mounted on the Troop Crawler as a heavy support option, but it has drawbacks.
Powerful as it is, it requires a short recharge after each firing cycle, making it very poor for fighting masses of infantry.
And, due to it's sound base, it cannot be used in interstellar space.

Concussion Gun;

The Concussion Gun is a magnetic cannon designed for ship-to-ship confrontations.
It launches special 'burster' anti-ship shells at extremely high speeds.
Said shells are designed to pierce enemy armor and continue moving for several meters before exploding violently.

Hydra Trooper;

Members of the Hydra supersoldier project.
Hydras have all the usual fare; metal enhanced skeletal structures, cybernetic speed, sight and mind enhancements, heavy combat battlesuits.
They are fanatical and disciplined; they prefer life but will gladly die for the Emperor if it is required of them.

Their feats in combat are legendary, and their presence inspires awe and boosts morale amongst Line Marines.
Most Hydras have seen combat before and know it well, and can rally troops into organized combat units where leadership has been terminated.

Jumpway Point;

Not really a weapon, but a tactical asset nonetheless.
Base Zenantali's Jumpway Point transmits directly to Balakor Station, allowing them to call in reinforcements or evacuate as needed.

Other than this, it's immobile and needs to have a point of origin and an endpoint to function, and is of limited to zero use in anything else.

FTL Trap;

A moderately armed spacestation.
Sent to the borders of Imperial territory in a system as temporary defenses.

FTL Traps are equipped with FTL sensors that sense objects attempting to intersect realspace through warp or hyperdrives.
Then, the station uses advanced emitters that release a concentrated burst of energy that destabilizes the enemy ship's drive and pulls them out of FTL speed.

The Mk. II FTL Station is equipped with three pulsed plasma cannons instead of one, but is otherwise not greatly changed from the original design, carrying small bays capable of holding two dozen fighters or a dozen M.A.R.s and a small anti-fighter defense grid consisting of gatling-style bolter cannons.

Easy to crack with concentrated fire, rarely unguarded; the station is susceptible to hit and run attacks when not defended by anything more than a corvette.

This post has been edited by Fleet Admiral Tilkosh: Jun 17 2006, 11:30 PM

[Candlejack]

Planet Name: Macbeth
Country: Alliance of Alpha Centauri. (Currently maintaining a base on Macbeth and controlling the Northern contenent.)
Development: The local area isn't very far advanced because the colony was just started, the base is moderately advanced compared to most standards.
Population: 100 million.
Army: Standard Colonial defenses, and a small part of the Alliance 4th fleet.
Enemies: None

Also:

Full Name: Jason Miller
Nickname: Shotgun
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Standard Alliance command uniform, fitting for his rank.
Personality: He's a nice guy unless you tick him off.
Weapon(s) of choice: Shotgun, and assault rifle.
What rank are you: Fleet Captain
Alliance ID Code: 009-Alpha-2819-7712

Personal ship:
None

Ships of interest.

Guardian Class Cruiser
10 Heavy Energy cannons, Class Y. (Middle end.)
2 Ion cannons.
15 Point Defense Pulse cannons.
4 Torpedo launchers
Reflective armor plating.
Class 15 (Middle class) Shields.

Aegis Class Battlecruiser
20 Heavy Energy cannons, Class A (High end.)
3 Ion Cannons.
20 Point Defense Pulse cannons.
6 Torpedo launchers
Reflective Armor plating.
Class 20 (Upper middle class) shields.

Evans Class Destroyer
9 Medium Energy Cannons, Class A
2 Charged Particle Cannons.
6 Point Defense Pulse cannons.
3 Torpedo launchers
Reflective Armor plating
Class 7 (Lower class) Shields.

Defender Class Frigate
6 Medium Energy Cannons, Class A
2 Charged Particle Cannons
5 Point Defense Pulse Cannons
2 Torpedo launchers
Reflective armor plating
Class 5 Sheilds.

Chancellor Class Battleship.
29 Heavy Energy Cannons, Class A.
7 Ion Cannons
30 Point Defense Pulse cannons.
10 Torpedo launchers
Reflective armor plating.
Class 35 (High end) Shields.

Fighter craft.

V-29 Smith and Weston Fighter.
Twin light energy cannons, Class C (Low end.)
Class 1 shield generators.

Tank
Griffin Class Heavy Assault Tank
1 Ion Cannon
Reactive armor plating

Panzer MKVIII
1: 450mm Gun. (Packs more of a punch than the Ion cannon of the Griffins.)
Reactive armor plating.

Starbase
Starbase 742
18 Heavy Energy cannons, Class A
8 Charged Particle Cannons
40 Point Defense Pulse cannons
Reflective armor plating
Class 40 Sheilds.

(For those who don't know, Reflective armor, logicaly, reduces damage from energy/light based weaponry. Reactive armor plating, reduces damage from ballistic and explosive weaponry.)

[Pepper Box]

Planet Name: Zoness
Country: Alliance of Alpha Centauri(controls base which is under alliance and rule)
Development: Advanced, thanks to the Alliance for sharing it's technological power
Population: 3 Billion
Army: Highly trained, discplined, armed well, and high morale and passion for their leaders
Enemies: Anyone who opposes the the Alliance

Also:

Full Name: Jamie Dawn McCloud
Nickname (optional): "Mistress of Air"
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Jamie is muscular then most of her kind because of her training at the Alliance and the Templarian Empire academies, she has red-orange fur all over her, except for her underbelly and tip of her tail which are snow white. She has small tattoos that litter her arms and a "T" tattoo that is red over her left eye.
Personality: Calm under heat of battle, stern and forceful, somewhat overbearing, confident in her men
Skills: She is an expert pilot, fully efficient with most standard weapons, can cook, medical, and some life sciences, is a good speaker and keeps her crew's morale high
Weapon(s) of choice: 2 9mm. handguns, 5mm. sidearm, small boot dagger, and enchanted sword called "Light Blade"
What rank are you: Captain
And personal country ID code: 598-029-Luna-875

Personal Ship

Destroyer: Two plasma cannons at the front, rear and side thrusters, shields for rear and front portions of the ship. Quarters for guests and for the captain. Ammountion and weapon storage on board ship.

Fleet Capabilites:

Guardian: Starship class V, high shields and uses nuclear fusion enegry to generate its power instead of fossil fuels like most of the other ships. A hybrid in the current production, it has never been throughly tested. Wepaons are low grade gamma emitting beams, but in theory only do they work, as they have not been properly tested.

Blazer: Class III ship with numerous weapons including quatom torpedos, plasma guns, vulcan cannons, and boardship cannons of ionized energy. Shielding is low so it is best used for quick interventions not for long drawn out battles.

Falcon: Ground Tank with plasma gun mounted on the front with boosters on the botton which allows hovering capabilites. It is able to roll with little effort and the operator hardly feels anything inside it's hull.

Swan: A submarine with adverage shielding and weapons, first in its class of seafaring vehicles. The hull is quite light and durable, although it can be punctured by high weapon torpedos, it will resist any other weapon fire.

Tengi: Airforce of Zoness, it uses standard engines like the arwing but has heavier shielding, powerful lasers that are twice of hyperlasers and has a spare set of wings incase one set is destroyed.

Plasma Rifle Series 475: A standard rifle that shoots five brusts of plasma, which equals ten shots per clip of ammo. Refills are easily replaced and this model has taken the place of its predecessor which required manual ammo restocking.

Charged Dart Gun: A gun which fires three electric darts that shoot electricity through the victim and can be charged to three settings. Low, Medium, and High voltage. It can kill so it is sometimes used as a last ditch weapon when other weapons are low on ammo. Uses standard darts with battle cells in them.

Firestorm Cannon: Is a machine gun like weapon that shoots plasma rounds instead of bullets. The plasma capsules penetrate armor more effectively and can be recharged and restocked just liek the Plasma Rifle. Currently the main weapon of choice for most men aboard the ship.

[Matrix]

[Uh, Jamie? I think the Templarian Empire and the Alliance probably hate each other. Considering the Templarian Empire is a group of xenomorphs that invade other systems and take them over.]

[Pepper Box]

(Whoops...hey we all make mistakes. Oh well, this is a first in this type, thanks for the headsup)

[Sunfox]

Planet Name: Katina
Country: Drenai
Development: Highly advanced in both technology and military
Population: 500 million
Army: The Dragon and Katinan Blades. Two of Katina's best armys. Armed well. The Dragon is Katina's a large number of Katina's best pilots lead by Bill Grey and the Katinan Blades are a large number of Katina's bets ground troops lead by Olek Skilgannon.
Enemies: None. For now.

Also:

Full Name: Olek Skilgannon
Nickname (optional): Skilgannon the Damned
Age (18 or over; 12 year old ninjas named Shinj need not apply): 35
Gender: Male
Species: Tiger
Appearance: 6'5" and 190 pounds. he has saphire blue eyes. Quite muscular he is also quite quick. He wars a white version of the standered green Blade general uniform.
Personality: Calm and in control. Olek is one of the best tatical minds in Lylat. He onlys kills people he is oreded to kill or attack him.
Weapon(s) of choice: Dual blaster pistols anda two swords
What rank are you: Commaning General of Katinan Blades
Country ID code: 54-776-32RF

Personal ship: None

Ships:

Fighters:

Dogem: The basic fighter used by The Dragon. It has a rank 87 nose laser cannon. Class F Shields

Digger: More advanced the the Dogem the Digger has twin Rank 54 laser cannons on it's wings. Class E Sheilds.

Goldoa: The most advanced fighter. Has four Rank 40 laser cannons. Two on each side of the cockpit and wargod missiles. Class D Sheild

Cruisers, Battleships, Frigates:

King Class Cruiser:
Weapons: Photon Missiles, Quantum torpedoes and 50 Rank 20 Laser Cannons
Sheilds: Class C
Crew: 150

Dark Dog Class Cruiser:
Weapons: Wargod and photon Missiles, Quantum and Sanguine torpedoes and 75 Rank 19 laser Cannons.
Sheilds: Class C
Crew: 200

Dark Brotherhood Class battleship:
Weapons: Wargod Missiles, Sanguine Torpedoes, 10 Class 34 Plasma Guns and 100 Rank 17 laser cannons.
Sheilds: Class B
Crew: 300

Druss Class Frigate:
Weapons: wargod and Photon missiles, Quantum and Sanguine torpedoes, 30 Class 20 Plasma Guns and 200 Rank 15 lasers.
Sheilds: Class A
Crew: 500

Major fleet ships:

The Dragon:
Class: Dragon class Flagship. (Flagship of Bill Grey)
Weapons: Wargod,photon and Lahance Missliles, Quantum,Sanguine and Ocheeva Torpedoes, 500 Class 1 Plasma Guns, 50 Rank 1 Plasma Cannons and countless Rank 1 Laser cannons
Sheilds: Class S
Crew: 2000.

Mythic dawn
Class: Septim Class carrier ( Main barracks for Blades.)
Weapons: 50 Class 5 Plasma guns, and 50 Rank 10 Laser cannons.
Sheilds: Class S
Crew: 500
Passengers: 2000

Tanks:

Uriel 34-K7:
Weapons: one Class 10 plasma cannon
Sheilds: Class D

Uriel 23-D4
Weapons: two Class 5 Plasma Cannons
Sheilds: Class C

[Leila the female pirate]

Oh, darn it, Zoness is already chosen. Well, then I'll pick...

Planet Name: Eldard
Country: (Too small to have countries)
Development: Highly advanced (how else would we survive on a lava planet)
Population: Just above 70 millions
Army: Highly advanced army, heavy equipment wearers. Trained to combat in unfriendly and inhabitable terrains.
Enemies: Sauria. Well, not excactly an enemy, but the government wishes to build bases and harvest minerals, sine it's inhabited.

Full Name: Fairina Nindy Dog
Nickname: Fay
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Dog
Appearance: White fur, very thin, long ears. Wears a red ribbon on the head, red pilot vest and pants.
Personality: Most of the army's older officers conciders her a nuisance because of her slightly carefree attitude, but if she tries to focus, she mostly will succeed.
Weapon(s) of choice: Ships. If ground combat is absolutely nececcary she wears same heavy gear as the other soldiers, but with marks showing she's an officer.
What rank are you: Liutenent
Personal country ID code: 45-omikron-623-314

Personal ship: An Arwing with red wings that is armed with twin lasers and super shields. The charging time for these lasers is short, and the zap was quick, which proves to be powerful.

[Lightstar]

((Go ahead and keep joining, there's still loads of space left.))

Wind echoed hauntingly through the smooth corridors of Base Zenantali.
Carved deep within the ice five hundred miles from the city of Moonglow, it served as a massive underground base of operations and habitation zone for Imperial troops and science teams.

It's only topside structures were a few heat domes, a dropship pad, and a tunnel carved right out of a mountain of rock and ice that led into the fairly warm entrance area.

"The hell was that?" A young Templar wearing a standard black with blue epaulets Battlefleet Anubis Expeditionary Force science officer's uniform asked, taking his eyes off of his datapad for a few seconds and turning his head toward the control box.

"Dropship bringing in the Fleet Admiral. Blew some wind and frost right down the silo; they're having a blizzard up there." An Officer replied, looking down on the scientist from behind the parasteel plates.

The Templar turned his head back to the end of the room, moving his free hand up to his mouth.

Standing in the exact center of the massive metal cavern was a gigantic triangular object, stretching up almost to the ceiling.
At first glance, one couldn't tell what it did.
It was just a triangle with a hole in the center large enough to fit a few dozen Marines through at once, especially if they were sitting on eachothers' shoulders.

It was composed of some sort of exceptionally shiny silver metal, setting it immediately apart from the base, which was composed of a duller, darker metal.

The scientist waved a couple of crewmen who were attaching massive cables to the device away, turning around and giving the thumbs up before facing the object again, eyes narrowed.

"Activating Jumpway Point, stay out of the zone, people."

The triangular gate began crackling with energy, pale blues and greens that struck from one side to the other like lightning, beginning to mix and swirl in the center, not unlike different materials mixing in the drain of a bathtub.

The energy swirled, crackled and roared, reaching a climax of noise and color...until it abruptly stopped, the colors shrinking into nothingness.

"...Come ON! We have to be doing this right, there's just no other way to generate a Jumpway wormh-"

The scientist was immediately cut off by a deafening explosion.
A short lived shockwave of energy actually created a gust of wind powerful enough to blow the man's hair and unfastened jacket all over the place.

The scientist reeled back, the effects of the explosion dissipating slowly.
He looked up, a visible look of pain on his face that quickly turned to shock, then to joy.

The empty space inside the gate was now occupied by energy, flowing in a spiral pattern, and a transparent field of flickering green energy, rather like a poorly focused hologram, sat calmly before it.

"WE DID IT! SON OF A..."

A loud clapping from behind the scientist reminded him that he was in the presence of high ranking officers.
He turned slowly to regard the source of the noise.

"Well done, people, well done. Best light show I've seen in a while."

Cilias Tilkosh stood in the side entrance of the room, wearing a full body armor suit minus the helmet, which he held in his hands.

"Now, tell me; what is this thing's purpose?" He asked.

"Well, it's a Jumpway Point. It takes matter, converts it to energy form and blasts it through a hyperspace overlay wormhole, and-"

"I'm aware of the mechanics of a Jumpway Point, Leftenant. It may surprise you to know that not all career soldiers are simpletons and I do have a distant familiarity with wormhole physics. What I meant was, what is it's purpose in the context of sticking it in this base? Jumpway Points are very rare, require more energy to transmit things the longer the distance to target is, and are a pain in the bum to activate.
Why would command authorize this, and more importantly, why, as commanding officer of this ENTIRE BATTLEFLEET, was I not informed of this?"

The scientist looked down.

"Sorry sir. Team Ohn-Kell sent you a message about it once they made planetfall. They only learned about it then."

Cilias shrugged a little; sounded reasonable enough, he could easily see why command wouldn't want it to be common knowledge.

"The atmosphere probably scrambled the transmission, then. Also, you forgot purpose."

"Welll, if we have to call in troop based reinforcements or supplies, or evacuate the base or planet, this Jumpway Point has a direct link to the one on Balakor. Command believed it would be more effective than sending in extra troops by ship, since everyone in Lylat would know it then." The scientist added quickly.

Cilias nodded slowly.

"Excellent. Good idea, actually, can't believe I hadn't thought of that."

He raised his right hand, pressing a finger to his head mounted communicator.

"Base Commander Heren, this is Admiral Cilias Tilkosh. I will be making a tour of the facilities, I will check the tactical readiness of the troops, and then I'm pissing off. I have some things to attend to in orbit. Make sure your people don't hold me up."

A crackly "Yes sir" came through in reply.

With that, Cilias ascended the stairs at the end of the room opposite the gate, disappearing into a side corridor.

((Prologue'd.))

[Matrix]

The two badgers looked around nervously as they made their way up to the tent. They glanced around, then John carefully pulled back the flap and looked inside. Empty. He grinned to his little brother. "Hey, Alex! Nobody's home, let's check it out!" They both went in and started looking around.

Alex, who was twelve, grinned at the peculiar instruments. "Whoa, look at this fruit thingy!" His brother rolled his eyes.

"It's a gourd, Alex." Alex shrugged and shook it. A rattling noise emitted from within. He put it down, then started using his claws to strike some bones that had been halved, hollowed, and mounted on a box. They produced beautiful, pure tones. John picked up a bottle of amber fluid, sniffed it, recoiled, and nearly dropped it.

"Ugh! That stuff smells evil!" Alex didn't respond and instead lifted the intricate jade relic from its place, gawking. "It's so beautiful...!"

"... Think he'd miss it, Alex?"

"Nah. Let's go before he gets back!" Alex bundled it up in a cloth and slipped it into his shirt, and the two boys turned to head for the city. This was the first nomad tent they had seen so close, and their sandbikes were parked around back of it. They stepped out of the flap and turned.

"Hello, boys." They froze as a gruff, low voice pierced the howling of the wind. "What's that you've got there?" Ganon stepped in front of them, looking down. He had his petrified wood stick in one hand, dragging in the red dust, and his bow and quiver on his back. His bow was unstrung and in a tube-- he couldn't carry it strung because it was impossible to get off over his wings. But the tube could easily be between them, and he could pull it out of there with his tail. He stared down at the two horrified boys. Suddenly, John made a run for it, trying to duck around to Ganon's left. Ganon grabbed him by the ankle with his tail and pulled, leaving him to slam face-first into the dust.

Alex tried to run just as Ganon grabbed John, but Ganon dropped his beating stick and caught him by the scruff of the neck, lifting him into the air and bringing his other hand around to catch the jade statuette as it fell out of his jacket. Ganon frowned.

"Boys, come inside." He turned and started dragging them with him, not really giving them a choice. He sat them down and then moved to the fireplace. He struck it, then hung a kettle of water on the spit. He turned away and placed the jade scupture back where it had been, turning it slightly. The sculpture was a beautiful woman with sad eyes. She wore flowing robes and she was chiseled with minute detail. He turned and sat down on a rug across from them. "... That is my wife. I would appreciate it if you did not attempt to steal her."

"You're married to a statue?"

John rolled his eyes. "Alex, you idiot! It's a statue of his wife!" Ganon nodded.

"My late wife." Both boys jolted and fell silent, hanging their heads in shame. Alex started shaking as he thought of the petrified wood stick outside.

Ganon smiled. "Don't worry. My beating stick isn't for you two. You're too young and harmless to warrant its use." They relaxed. A little. Ganon continued, "I chiseled that myself. Took me over a cycle and a half."

John stared. "Wow... it's really beautiful."

Ganon smiled. "Thank you. So was she." He sighed, looking at the ceiling. He reached and took the kettle off the spit and poured three cups of tea, giving one to each boy. "Be careful. It's hot." They sipped in silence for a while, and then finally, Alex spoke.

"I'm... I'm Alex Spinote. This is my brother, John." Ganon nodded.

"Ganon Firenight. It's a pleasure."

"Do you live all alone?" Ganon studied John carefully, then composed a three-word answer:

"No. My urvath." He gestured to a corner where the boys, for the first time, noticed a beast roughly the size of a rottweiler. It stood and walked out of the shadow, shaking once.

Urvath are a species unique to Titania. They are canid in appearance, with strong hind legs and paws that grip the surfaces they stand on very well. They are pack hunters in the wild, often travel in families or packs, and care for and raise their young. Urvath have adapted over many years to survive on Titania. With long ears and the ability to spontaneously shed fur and to grow it at a prodigiously increased rate, they can regulate their body temperatures against the burning days and frigid nights of Titania, where the atmosphere both blocks and traps heat ineffectively. They have spikes down their backs and long spiked tails to defend themselves against larger predators, and they are well equipped to climb over mountains and ridges and run in sand. Their wide paws act to distribute their weight and give them better traction and movement atop the sand, and they can run almost endlessly at steady speeds. They have two long tusks as well that curl just in front of their bottom jaw. The tusks are effective weapons, but do not hinder jaw movement or accessibility much. Many nomads keep semidomesticated Urvath as pets. Ganon's stepped up beside him and lay back down, and he poured it some tea in a bowl.

The boys looked at the urvath nervously, but Ganon smiled. "I call him Tekk, but I don't know what he calls himself." He slowly stroked Tekk's back and the wolfish beast growled contentedly.

"It is not often that I see people from the city... tell me, what is going on in the world of those who think they have power over Titania?"

John blinked and spoke. "Oh, uh... the Czar just died."

Ganon raised both brows, alarmed. "What? Damn it, he was the only one in the last five decacycles who gave a damn about the nomads... So who's the new Czar?"

"Czarina. He had no heir, and so his neice took the throne." John shook his head. He was seventeen and worried. He understood what was going on, and he knew about her policies. "She's reinstating the draft."

"What? But we're a neutral planet! What could she be building an army for?"

"We don't know. Some people think she might want to buff up our guard, think we're going to get attacked. A lot of people-- most people, really-- think she wants to end our tradition and go to war. She's pouring money and resources into creating a larger, more respectable TNF."

"Damn... you can't be serious..." The conversation went for over an hour, Ganon's feeling of dread worsening with each passing moment. Alex had no idea what was going on but was having a great time watching Tekk's tail thump whenever Alex scritched him behind the long ears.

Finally, Ganon stood. "It's getting late, and you two don't want to be caught in the dark going home. Here, take these..." He turned to a trunk and opened it, then took out four small jade figures, each finely crafted. A sigil of protection, a miniature uvrath, a bone dragon, and a bicamel, one of the two-headed, humpless domestic livestock animals of Titania. Aside from Tekk, Ganon had two bicamels who helped carry his possessions from one place to another as he searched for jade, trade, and enlightenment. He gave each boy two of the figurines. The uvrath and bone dragon were both the rarer purple jade, while the bicamel and sigil were green. He led them out and saw them off, waving. Once they were out of sight, he turned and returned to his tent, frowning.

Tekk whined and Ganon nodded, scritching behind his ears. "Yes, old friend... change is on the wind."

[Candlejack]

Fleet Captain Jason "Shotgun" Miller, steps aboard Starbase 742, in orbit of Macbeth, for the first time, muttering to himself, and wondering how he got stuck with this duty.

"God, why'd they stick me on this backwater station?"

An ensign greets him.

"Sir, welcome aboard Starbase 742."

"Ensign."

"There are several reports from operations you need to ok, and-"

"Ensign, I'm well aware of duties that come with being the base commander, I'm going to guess some delegation is knocking on the front door."

"Yes, sir. A group from the colony wants your ok for a new project."

"Cause God Forbid the colonial governor does his job."

"Sir?"

"I'm just rambling ensign, I do that from time to time."

"Yes, sir."

Jason starts heading for the command center.

"Let's get this over with."

He walks into the command center and steps into his office...to find the colonial governor.

"Ah, Captain."

"Governor? I wasn't expecting you to be the delegation they sent to hagle me."

"Wasn't my choice. I need the military man in charge to OK something that needs to be done."

"And what is this something?"

"Relocation of a few of the colonial defense units."

"I'll look it over, you'll have it OK'd or not OK'd in the afternoon."

"But-"

"No buts, Governor, unless you have a degree from the Academy strategy and tactics school that I don't know about..."

"I get your point, goodbye, Captain."

[Brett]

[Deleted to the many changes I've made to it, and so people will notice them. /Attention whoring.] ~Brett

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[Sunfox]

Olek was in his quarters of Mythic Dawn reading when he got a knock on his door.

Olek: putting book down Come in.

The door opened an a cadet walked in to Oleks room.

Cadet: General Skilgannon sir! we are about 10 minutes from Drenai. I was sent to ask if you would like a shuttle prepared so you could get back to Katinan command and report?

Olek: Ah. Yes of corse. I'll be their in a minute.

The cadet left and Olek packed a small bag with some possesions. His dual blasters and a comlink. he swung his swords over his back and went of to the hanger. when he arrived the shuttle was all ready and he got in and flew down to Drenan Army command centre.

When he arrived he got out and walked to the debreifing room. He walked in the room and saw all of the major cammanders of katina's army. Including Bill Grey

General Kit: General Skilgannon of the Blades. You and a set of your finest troops were sent to Titania to confirm reports of the Czar's death and what the new Czar's plans were. What were your findings?

Olek: My findings sir are that the Czar has indeed died and his niece has taken the throne. We lernt that she is building an army. it is possible that she could be planning war with the other planets.

Bill: And if she does declare war what do you think we should do General Skilgannon?

Olek: I would recommend stayng out of the war unless we are attacked or if Corneria ask for assistance. But we should not have to worry about having to be help for Corneria. I have seen some of their weapons and vehicles. They would be more then a match for any army Titania could muster.

C-in-C Sanguine: Very well General. You are dismissed.

Olek: Yes sir!

Olek salutes and leaves the room heading for the barracks.

Olek: ( I think war is inevertable. What with that new empire on Fortuna.)

He reached his barracks went inside and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be along day. He would be inspecting possible new cadets of the for the Blades.

[Brett]

Brett stood on the point of the cliff over looking the White Forest, or as Brett and the others behind him were now calling it, Test Area 4. The bright Cornerian sun shone on his face and made him squint for a moment before the sun retreated behind some clouds. The cool mountain air blew past him and caused his tail to attempt to follow in its wake. A man in a Cornerian General's uniform stood beside him and spoke.

General O'Brien: I love the mountains, don't you captain?

Brett: Yes sir... I grew up only a few miles from the SnowTop Ridges.

O'Brien: Small world, so did I.

The general's radio beeped and a voice came through the speaker.

Radio: Mailman to Mountain Top, over.

O'Brien: Mountain Top here, over.

Mailman: We're ready to deliver the package as soon as we get the order, over.

The general looked behind himself and nodded to two other men, another general and a field marshal, and both nodded back to him.

O'Brien: ...Roger Mailman, you're clear to deliver the package. Mountain Top out, over.

The general placed the radio back on his belt and peered over the mountain line in the distance. Brett was able to make out what looked like a ship flying in their direction. This ship turned out to be one of the newest model Cornerian dropships. It flew toward an open field out to Brett's left and landed. Its rear hanger doors came apart and up walked the newest and possible the deadliest thing to ever walk this planet, the Mammoth Mk.X. The dropship lifted off and flew back in the direction in had come from, leaving the Mk.X where it had left it.

Mailman: Package delivered, safe hunting. Out.

The two men standing in the rear joined the group and gave Brett a nod of their heads. With this signal Brett took the helmet to his Mk.V combat suit, which had been resting on his fingers, and placed it on his head. After he had secured in place, the HUD came to life in a display of bright colors. The HUD on Brett's helmet showed a green arrow that pointed toward the Mk.X and had a small screen in the top-right corner that lit-up and showed the face of the Mammoth's pilot.

Pilot: Mammoth leader to Mountain Top, systems running at 100%. Ready to begin the exercise when you are, over.

Brett: Roger Mammoth leader, you are clear to begin. Make you way toward the objective point on your HUD, over.

The pilot closed the com. Link and began to move the massive piece of machinery. The second general walked next to Brett, who was busy over-looking the forest for any of the computer controlled ‘enemies’ that command had placed there the week before, and spoke to him.

General Reynolds: You are aware, captain, that this is a live-fire exercise?

Brett: I wouldn't be here if I didn't sir.

Reynolds: Good. Glad to know that one of our commanders isn't a complete waste, show command what this thing can do.

The general returned to his former place and let Brett continue with the exercise. Brett was only too happy to oblige the general because a few seconds later the pilot's face appeared on his screen and reported numerous contacts on his sensors. At the same time red arrows appeared all over Brett's HUD and pointed down into the valley beneath him.

Mammoth leader: Engaging!

The Mammoth did just that. The first target that began to fire upon the Mk.X meet a swift end as the Mk.X's two forward M60 railguns tore through the position. The gun exploded in a matter of seconds. The next two targets that moved to engage the walker quickly meet the same end. The Mk.X was able to easily move through the forest and destroy every target of opportunity.

Mammoth leader: Area clear, proceeding with objective… wait. Two more contacts, I've got flyers here.

Two more red arrows appeared on Brett's HUD and pointed toward the sky, and behind the Mk.X. The pilot reported one last time that he was acquiring a signature lock before both of the aerial threats were blown out of the sky by the Mk.X's rear-mounted anti-air defense missile system. Once both flaming fireballs crashed onto the forest floor the Mammoth began to move again.

Before Brett had a chance to react all three men surrounded him and began to congratulate him on the successful exercise.

O’Brien: Well done captain, well done!

Reynolds: Great show! That machine will show our enemies what we're capable of doing!

Field Marshal Scott: Congratulation captain, now lets get out of here and back to base.

He pointed up into the sky. A small ship was closing on them.

Scott: Our ride's here.

Brett nodded but turned back toward the forest. He spoke through his mike to the Mk.X.

Brett: Great job Michael! Now continue toward Area 8 and wait for pickup. Mountain Top out.

Brett clicked his mike off and turned toward the now descending Carryall transport. As soon as the ship settled down its side door swung open and the four men hopped onboard. A few moments later the ship was in the air and heading toward the nearby Cornerian base.

[Lightstar]

"...So as you can see, Admiral Tilkosh, our men are prepared for any occurence, be it invasion by enemy troops, gas attacks, bombing or radiological attacks." Commander Heren said with obvious pride in her voice.

Tilkosh was finished with his tour at last, and was walking with Commander Heren back to the dropship silo.

Heren was, for a humanoid creature, fairly good looking, and the pitch black Special Operations uniform that she wore brought her crimson eyes out quite nicely.
Military regulation required Vaelians to keep their hair short, but it also allowed for a number of styles within those parameters.

Males tended to keep their hair in a sort of flat top, or even shave it all off, but females were far more diverse.
The majority opted to comb the hair back and keep it in a short, tight ponytail, while others kept it in a pixie cut.
Flat topped females were not entirely uncommon, but it was quite rare for any to shave all of their hair off like the males.

Heren kept with the majority in her hairstyle, and today not a single strand went missing from the bob.
Admiral Tilkosh did not tolerate incompetance in any way, not even dress, and Heren decided she would rather not test the limits of his patience, especially after he just arrived.

"We have completely installed the high frequency scanner, and we now have an excellent view of the system's goings on."

They turned the corner and reached the dropship pad after this and stopped a few feet from the prepped transport.
Cilias turned around and smiled.

"Excellent. I can see that everything is under control down here, so I'll get out of your way, Commander. Upload the latest scans to my flagship." He said, turning around quickly and boarding the ship before Heren could respond.

Even as the pad lifted back up to the surface, even as the silo doors opened and swept the ground with freezing air, Heren stood there, only breaking out of her state of complete shock when a subordinate hailed her.
She turned around slowly, blinking.

"Something wrong, Commander?" The soldier asked, his helmet tilting to the left.

"Erm, no...yeah...Have you ever seen the Admiral smile?"
---

"Ship's coming up from the planet surface. The Admiral's dropship." A bridge officer called out on the lower deck of the Death's Hand.

Dreadnought bridges were placed in two sections; the lower area, where the monitoring stations and weaponry command uplink were, and the raised command deck where the Admiral or Captain and the tactical officers were stationed.
Both levels were brightly lit and efficiently run by their officers.

First Officer Asrin looked up from a tactical report and leaned over the side of the command console.

"Open up bay H9." He replied.

"Already done."

A few minutes later, the doors to the bridge opened with a soft shunk, and Cilias stepped out from them.

"Admiral, the reports have been uploaded to our dataspools. In particular, Titania's situation is of interest. Reports from our Black Hand operatives, as well as evidence from the listening post, tells us that the Titanians are building up their military forces. This is, our operatives tell us, because they had a recent shift of power, and the new Czar is shunning isolationism." Asrin said, saluting his superior and handing him a datapad.

"Is he now?" Cilias asked, looking over the pad.

"She, actually. As far as we know, yes."

"Threat assessment?"

"Relatively low at the moment. If they keep building their forces, we'll have to modify that, though."

Cilias nodded.

"Preemptive strike it is, then. Pull a group together and get ready to send it to Titania. Also, pull together another group and put it on standby and dark run in Sector E8 of the Asteroid field. Then, send a cruiser to Katina, standard first contact protocol. I don't like the idea of a potential enemy right across the border. I'll leave handling them up to the Battlegroup Commander."

"Understood."
---

Inside the Katinian sector of Lylat, the fabric of space ripped.
A portal so black one could go mad trying to see anything in it, ringed in shimmering blue white energy, opened like a yawning mouth, spitting out a kilometer long starship.

The ship was somewhat flat and rounded at the end, and visibly sported two massive gun batteries that were locked in cease-fire position.

The Undying Faith blasted out of the gate's event horizon, it's impulse engines flaring brightly in the empty darkness of space.

Upon it's bridge, a man in standard Imperial black and red gripped his command console tightly, narrowing his eyes.

"Comms, transmit a message to the Katinians."

After a few seconds, the communications officer lifted his hand and gave a thumbs up.

Captain Kren straightened up and smiled thinly.

"Natives of Katina, this is Captain Kren of His Imperial Majesty's Ship the Undying Faith. The Templarian Empire is claiming this system for the greater good of all involved, and we need to know your intentions immediately. Please respond."

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[Candlejack]

On board Alliance Starbase 742, in orbit of Macbeth, the comm officer picks up some interesting traffic from Katina's orbit.

"Captain Miller, sir, you might want to hear this."

"Put it on speakers."

Captain Kren of the Templarian empire is heard.

"Natives of Katina, this is Captain Kren of His Imperial Majesty's Ship the Undying Faith. The Templarian Empire is claiming this system for the greater good of all involved, and we need to know your intentions immediately. Please respond."

"Who the hell is the Templarian Empire? Science officer."

"There is nothing in the computer that's really solid about the Templarians, sir. Just rumors from civilian vessels."

"Can we get a message to Captain Kren?"

"No sir, they're on the other side of Katina right now."

"Joy, Mister Evans, get me a channel to command, and put it on the scrambler."

"Aye, sir."

Admiral Hawk comes on the main screen.

"Hawk here."

"Admiral, some group known as the Templarian Empire has claimed Lylat for their own. I thought you'd like to know."

"Captain Miller, the Templarian Empire is a rumor."

"I wouldn't be to sure, sir, Mister Evans, play the message from Captain Kren again if you would."

"Aye, sir."

"Natives of Katina, this is Captain Kren of His Imperial Majesty's Ship the Undying Faith. The Templarian Empire is claiming this system for the greater good of all involved, and we need to know your intentions immediately. Please respond."

"Admiral Hawk, as you can hear..."

"Captain Miller...I want you to do your best to make sure the freedom of that system is maintained. We cannot spare anymore forces at this time, is that understood?"

"Yes, Admiral."

"Admiral Hawk, out."

[Brett]

[Quick question: Are we suppose to know that the Alliance or Templarian Empire are in the system or are either groups playing covert right now? Just PM me an answer.]

[Sunfox]

Olek was running to the breifing room his name being blared out on the speakers.

Olek: (What could they want now?)

He arrives at the breifing room and walks in. In there he sees Sanguine.

Olek: What is it you wanted sir?

Sanguine: A few minutes a go we recived a transmission from an unknown vessel calling itself the Undying Faith of the Templarian Empire. We want you get onto the ship and assinate the Captain of the ship called captain Kren.

Olek: May I hear the message Sir? I would like to get as much info on this before I leave.

Sanguine: Of corse Olek.

Olek: (He used my first name. This must be serious.)

The message plays:
"Natives of Katina, this is Captain Kren of His Imperial Majesty's Ship the Undying Faith. The Templarian Empire is claiming this system for the greater good of all involved, and we need to know your intentions immediately. Please respond."

Olek: I will be off now sir to prepare.

Sanguine: Good. I will see you when succeed.

Olek: You seen pretty sure of my success.

Sanguine: Of corse. You are General Olek Skilgannon of the Blades. You never fail.

Olek leaves the room and gets on his assassin outfit.

Olek: (I never thought I have to use this again)

he also picks up a knife called the blade of woe. He puts it in a sheath and goes to the hanger gets in a stealth shuttle and flys out of the hanger and towards the ship.