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Perhaps an omen is at play. A piece of a war-riddled society making contact with another who has actually managed to stay out of the black light of war and major civil strife. Supplying these foreign individuals with goods that may likely be replicated once they've garnered the means to will earn them a target on their back as well. They were being chased, after all. Who is to say their galactic hunters haven't also discovered this planet where they've oh so gracefully landed. Meeting people who could potentially turn at least their lives around for the better, if all things pan out well. Of course with that being said, the are more people actively monitoring space so that they may be better prepared should another group of hapless refugees or worse come up to their doorstep. And not just the agents of the L.A.C, this is a matter that concerns everyone here.
On that, the countries many news reporters were sure to inform every citizen who treks through Gallianese soil through their Ghosrims. And for those who are in between realms at the moment, they were surely going to be informed by their peers. One way or another. Now as far as this current situation is concerned, the people has been made aware that as soon as these foreigners are able to repair their vessel, they will be "out of their hair". As Officer Harrison politely put it. Should they not be able to depart for whatever reason, however, it wouldn't be long before they were moved further into Itaial after becoming temporary citizens. With all of the benefits that comes with that, unless they choose not to ride down this route. That decision will be theirs to make.
Oh and if that won't suite them, a bountiful pocket dimension could be prepared for them so that they will be able to start anew. Or to rebuild themselves to the point where they'd be able to retake their stolen planet and other areas conquered by their enemy. Going through with this option may not be smooth or at all easy, but at least they wouldn't have to worry about being in Galliadurm's debt. Should they ask, either one of these optional doors could be opened for them without a fee. Monetary or otherwise. That being said, the third option for them is already present. They could continue on their own through their own merits without Galliadurm backing them. Honestly, it'll be no different for them what route the "Aerlanicans" choose to ride on. As long as meaningless strife can be avoided.
Unfortunately though, the rest of the world may not be pleased or at all happy with this decision. Especially the more fearful nations with systems that are capable of detecting interplanetary breaches.
(That's fair.)
Mandrat continued to drive downtown as they argued over chaos's benefits.
Drachman Planet of Terrus
The Massive Communications relay sat on the Hill, The Bright band of stars stretching across the sky.
On the Desert Hill next to the communications tower, Dozens of Drachman men, Not Belonging to the Evil Regime that is corrupting New Drachman space.
One of them spots a Guard, The Soldier raises his hand signaling to stop, Taking out a AK-470, He Takes aim and unleashes a Silent shot that reduces the Guards Alive-ness Significantly.They continue and manage to slip into the facility.
Some Government Traitor was sitting by the relay console, watching over the Console controlling some of the Drachman Broadcast in the region.
Said Traitor was Dispatched quickly and They quickly Began to overwrite the Broadcast.
TV’s Tuned in suddenly were filled with the Sounds of What Life was like and the Horrors facing them now.
*** *** ***
Just outside of the Star system, The DPNS Vroskyiny, A Pluto Class Battlecruiser And Its Escort fleet are quickly Ordered to the Planet to retake the Communications tower.
“All Hands, We are Going to Warp, Please report to battle stations.” The Captain said over Intercom.
“Sir, Flux Capacitors check out, The Resonance Coils are Charged” Said a Engineer, “We are ready for Warp at your Command”
“Engage the Drive” The captain said as the Ship went to Warp, Followed by its Escort Fleet.
As soon as they warped in, Scanners brought up 4-5 Frigates in orbit, Older models.
“Hail them” He said to his XO.
“Yes sir” He said as they began to hail the enemy
“This Is Captain Voloskomy Polozmry of the DPNS Vroskyiny, You have Conducted a Illegal Operation on the Property of the Terrus Broadcasting Facility and have fired gunshots in said facility, This your chance to surrender be tried By the People’s Court.”
It took exactly 5 Seconds for the Transmission to reach the enemy ships and for them to respond with “No.”
“Then the Weapons of the people decide your fate” He said, Closing the hail.
“We will engage in Battle with these fools” Voloskomy Said, “Attain Target locks and Prep torpedo Tubes 1-3” He said.
“Rodger sir” The XO said, “We have Attained Target locks on 2 Of the Frigates”
“Fire Torpedos, Prep Counter measures” He said.
The ship vibrates as 6 Torpedoes fire off towards the frigates, the First Frigate is Ripped apart by the torpedoes while the other is split in half and Retired Early.
“Missiles Incoming, Bearing 20” The Ensign said.
“Release Countermeasures and fire a 3 Second Burst of the Engines, Then Cut Engine power Completely” he said
“Yes Sir” The Ensign said, The ship did as the Captain said, The Torpedos missed.
“Fire the Main railgun and prepare to rapidly close the distance” He said.
“Sir, One of Our Escorts was Destroyed!” The Ensign said, “The Valkser is reporting Hull Decompression on Decks 3-4.”
“Blast! Try and get locks on everything registered as enemy”
“Yes sir!” He said, “Should I order an Advanced Tactical Fighter strike on the Enemy?”
“Yes Ensign, Prep Fighter squadrons and Launch to destroy enemy ships and any forces on the planet.”
*** *** ***
From the Small Hanger on the Pluto Class Battlecruiser, 4 SF-14C Tomcats and 2 SF-104 Starfighters deploy from the Ship, Forming up, They do the routine Callsign check, And Proceed to exit the Allied fleet towards the enemy.
They see the Pluto Class take a Hit to its Comms dish, Resulting in the Targeting Systems being lost.
They Engage Afterburners and speed towards the Enemy ships,Getting The Lock was easy, And they Fired all missiles at 1 frigate. The Frigate is destroyed as they Continue to the enemy airfield.
“They have Lots of Fighters, Make sure to get them all” The Flight leader said.
“Rodger.”
“Wilco.”
They fire Missiles, Hitting the Airfield and Destroying the planes.
“All Pilots, Withdraw and return to fleet.”
*** *** ***
HADROX
A Massive storm moves in over the Ruins of a City, Lightning flickers as a Old, Mostly torn Flag of the Former Democracy blows in the High winds, One of the Remains of a Tall Tree trunk blows over. The Grayish-Cyan Sky is now covered by Dark Clouds.
A Small Man rushes into a Bunker.
“Get inside!!!” Someone said, Watching the Human get inside, Several Dunsbroans closed the door.
“Everyone Accounted for.” Cerokov said, “Lock down the Ventilation shafts, don't want any more of that nasty Rain getting inside.”
The Rain Makes an Impact, they hear weird and ungood noises coming from outside.
A Native Hadroxian Whimpers, They are on the younger side and probably only 10 years old.
“Hey Comrade, You ok?” The Drachman man asked, The Hadroxian Fury nodded.
“What’s your name?” He asked
“Thunder..?”The Hadroxian said
“Ah, Thunder, This bunker is made to withstand far worse, Your in the safest place possible”
He walks past Thunder and towards a Control room
Closing the Door, He sighs.
“Under no Circumstances will you let anyone out during the storm.”
He recited the line in his head, Nightwatcher made it clear if any Hadroxian, or anyone at all Perished or Suffered Because of Him, the Amount of Suffering he would get back would make him ‘Regret many Life Choices’
He looks at the Thrum of Purple rain hitting the Security cameras, The Rain itself Apparently wouldn’t kill you…For a While, Standing out in the rain for more than 30 Seconds apparently would give you a Light Headache, 2 Minutes a Fever and a Heavy headache, beyond that you’d get something resembling a Flu where you’d stay sick for a week, All getting worse the longer you stayed out. It affected everyone, Hadroxians, Humans, Dunsbroans, Bazonites, Even Galaxy furies were affected by it, although they could resist it for a bit longer.
He was lucky to be able to say everyone was accounted for, and given what RADAR had picked up it was a good thing too, This would be a Larger storm.
He leaned back against the chair, His feet on the table, It's not exactly Professional of him to be sitting like this, But there was nothing he could do about the condition outside.
***
40 Miles southeast, a Red Streak Glistens through the sky of Hadrox, A Life-Pod crashes against the ground softly as it Slowed down with thrusters and Aero-breaks, the Fall being broken by the actions of the Thrusters and AIrbrakes, the Hatch popped and out came…
…A Surprisingly normal looking Man.
However, In his hand was a Specially designed Sword, and he was carrying loads of other Heavy Battle gear, Including a Drachman AK-470, a Few Flash Grenades, and a Shield.
And even more notable was the fact he was slowed by little sign of the Gear Slowing him down, he seemed to carry it with ease when many others would falter, or collapse.
He chuckled.
“Nightwatcher? Where are you…?” He said in a Menacing tone as he walked towards the Distant storm.
A post finally.
Now, the Mongolyn began firing volleys of arrows from behind the caravans at the Rangers.
****
Lillian smiled. "Guess they'll not miss these. Get some rest. Vitha, Wesley, and I have to pay a visit to our invader friends." She looked at them. "Keep these plans, and give them to the King when he returns."
The astronomers gazed to the sky, and saw once more the flashes. However, bringing more powerful telescopes to bear, they saw it now.
Hundreds of ships, glittering, shimmering, shifting through the sky. They saw dark ships with green heraldry, made in a boxy manner, they saw silver ships as elegant as swans gracefully slipping through the stellar scape, but gargantuan and dwarfing many of their peers. The flashes were explained as well; the ships would approach a point in space before a flash of purple would create a crude flickering portal (or an elegant disc in the case of the silver ships) which they would then slip into, out of sight. It was clear this was different to the portal technology Galliadurn fielded, and possibly more unstable and dangerous, akin to an individual driving a car with an unreliable engine prone to explosion in extremely rough terrain, as opposed to a perfectly constructed electric car.
It appeared that the "solar system" Galliadurn was in was under the occupation of these two fleets of vessels, as large trains of ships now passed through it, only for vessels they assumed to be Aerlanican to slip out of space and rapidly attack the convoy, or quickly slip out of rift space and make a mad dash to the other side of the solar system, possibly to follow that the ANV Perserverence attempted to do. The other vessels would move to interdict, as the Aerlanican raiders, having slain several ships and scattering their contents and crew across the cold expanse of space, would turn to flee, or in the case of what was assumed to be refugee ships, continued to do what they were doing. Sometimes it went well for the Aerlanicans, who suffered no casualties, othertimes it did not go so well.
Many of the Galliadurn citizens began to grow a bit hostile in thought towards the Aerlanicans; after all, with what they're seeing it is the Aerlanicans who are attacking, not these other spacefaring nations, after all, it is the Aerlanicans fighting these individuals. Perhaps the tale of extinction is merely one of pragmatism, perhaps the Aerlanicans are evil.
Two events cause this tune to change. The first was one of the Aerlanican refugee vessels that attempted to careen across the sky to reach safer pastures. It was promptly intercepted by a silvery ship five times it's side. A distress call was sent out, pleading for help to come and claiming they had children aboard, before it said it was abandoning ship. Astronomers saw through their newly acquired telescopes as small pods akin to the ones possesing the civilians that crashlanded upon them, jettison from the ship as it was completely annihilated. Seemingly unsatisfied with one kill, the larger silvery ship followed the pods, and shot them all down.
A second event was another crash landing in the sands of central Sunnan. It was, this time, a military vessel, slightly smaller than the ANV Persrverence, but still with decent armament. It, however, was followed by one of the silvery ships, who's grace and speed was something of beauty. As drones were sent to investigate to see if there were any survivors of the crashed vessel, it saw the silvery ship open fire on the crash site with blue bolts of energy. It managed to see several individuals attempt to flee in vehicles or on foot, however they were gunned down en masse. After the massacre, the ship, seemingly unsatisfied with the progress made, opened fire on the craft itself as the Galliadurn citizens watched. The vessel was reduced to glass, and the sands around it were converted into a similar material. Several craft descended from the ship and soldiers clad in silvery armour walked across the tangled, melted and twisted wreck amongst the ashen corpses. Their comrades took what appeared to be photos of them, and laughs were heard by the insectoid creatures, as if slaughtering defenceless people who were already bested in battle, and were fleeing, was amusing to them. Perhaps in a harsh twist of fate, the language of this race of individuals was beautiful, elegant and almost tear jerking at times with it's grace, spoken in a sing-song manner that made even the finest ballads sound bland.
And they had not given any avenue for the Aerlanicans to surrender, they hand not given them any chance to live, they simply followed to kill them, laugh and take pictures.
The Aerlanicans still toiling away on reparing their signal transmitter were unaware of their bretheren being slaughtered, and continued to toil away. They were quite resourceful, managing to make from these disparate components replacement parts and jerry rigged components, which they experimented with through a lengthy process of trial and error which was still ongoing. No success was found, however they hoped that they should be done soon...when asked how soon was, a few awkward looks were exchanged before a nervous, embarrased reply was heard; "soon enough, don't worry, we got it all under control."
It was clear they did not, however it was clear they were perhaps a bit prideful; they didn't want to seem both a) helpless, and b) exploitive of the Galliadurnians, who they regarded as friends.
Mandrat, ignoring where she was going, crashed into a brick wall on the outskirts of Aerlanica City.
"Nice going! Keep your eyes on the road next time," said one, before hastily adding; "metaphorically of course."
The Rangers then peeled away; they would not contest entrenched Mongolyn. The Rangers and hartians rode into the night, with a few injuries.
******
Fendir and Tavish nodded and turned to leave before the call for "Make way for the king" was heard throughout the camp. Tavish and Fendir looked out the flaps, and stood to attention before Eodwyn entered the tent.
"Gentlemen," He said with a respectful nod to the Rangers, "Commander." He said after looking to Lillian.
He looked at the three rangers.
"Something has happened, hasn't it...how big and how good?" The King said, clearly getting to the point.
Lillian smiled and held up the book. "It seems a Mongolyn Commander was kind enough to hand Tavish and Fendir a book of their plans." She replied. "I was about to grab Vitha and Wesley and pay them a visit."
****
The Mongolyn continued to move
The king took the plans and smiled widely.
"Well, perhaps the mongolyn commanders are more polite and refined than we first thought," he turned to Tavish and Fendir, "and perhaps you have better manners than I first thought."
Fendir shrugged.
"My mother raised me good and proper, my liege."
The king nodded.
"You think Vitha is ready for this mission? Isn't she still an apprentice?"
"She might not be the best with a bow," Lillian said, "but those herbal mixes of hers are certainly something."
The king paused, then nodded.
"Well...I trust your judgement, Commander, I shall bring this information to the battlemasters and allow them to devise a plan of attack, perhaps a way we could ambush their main force."
Lillian smiled. "Don't fear for Vitha, your highness. She is a Ranger, a proper warrior in her own rite." She returned to the matter at hand. "An ambush was what I was thinking as well. Perhaps find a way to divide the force."
"I am sure the battlemasters will have similar sentiments, Commander." The king said with a smile. "Irrespective, keep to your mission, whatever it is, and do not take uneccessary risks; it'd be terrible publicity if the Commander of the Ranger Corp died in the first war they fought in."
He gave a few final nods to the to the other rangers, then turned to leave.
Hospital
The Cicada agent continued to fire. By now, a few other rooms with windows overlooking the outside had been turned into impromptu sniper nests. About a minute had passed since the agent set up the Orius-1205 Anti-Material Rifle, and there was already a pile of several spent charge cell casings on the floor. Also on the floor is an empty ammunition clip. This is likely the first time Spencer and Alena had gotten a good look at a Roxium plasma-bolt firearm in action.
The Cygnus Arms Orius-1205 Anti-Material Rifle, like many other Roxium high-powered/heavy long-range plasma-bolt rifles, is semi-automatic. With each pull of the trigger, the spent charge cell is ejected from the firing chamber and a new one is pulled from the ammo clip and inserted automatically. This particular Orius-1205 Anti-Material Rifle has been equipped/customized for more... sustained action. The barrel has been fitted with a MarxTac Advanced Recoil Suppression System, a combination muzzle shroud/muzzle brake device designed to reduce recoil and muzzle rise. A MarxTac 30x Optical Holo-Dot Sight smart-scope has also been equipped, enabling the agent to easily and accurately hit targets over 2 kilometers away. The charge cells being used are R-S12-B AP-F (Armor-Piercing Fragmentation) cells. The plasma bolts these cells create explode into "fragments" upon hitting/piercing something. This comes at the cost of each cell having only a single shot. An R-S12-B charge cell is of similar size to a .50 BMG cartridge (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/.50_BMG). Because of size limitations, the clips being used can hold a maximum of 6 R-S12-B charge cells. The agent can fire the Orius-1205 Anti-Material Rifle a maximum of 6 times before having to reload.
Outside and the Operations Command Center
"There's no end to these f*BLEEP*ers!" yells Alastor. The DDR's attack on the Kemptburge Chunk was relentless. Infernals (https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Infernal) were arriving faster than they could kill them. "Unless we can find and destroy the source of these Infernals soon, they'll overwhelm us in the next few minutes!" says Reaper.
Before Inaki has a chance to begin explaining who the Primaeri are to Azalea, Kamina radios in and says "Kamina here, requesting urgent assistance! More Infernals are showing up than we can kill!" "Have we identified where those Infernals are coming from!" yells Inaki. "We've just identified at least one potential source at bearing 108, azimuth 87!" yells someone in the Command Center. "As soon as possible, have one of the heavy arks destroy it!" yells Inaki.
"The Primaeri are, or were, a faction that was hostile to the Galactic Union. The main information of concern is that they possessed technology that was a bit more advanced than what the GU had, technology that has since been acquired by the DDR." says Inaki over the com-link with Azalea.
“Good catch there!” Said Mandrat, who covered her face after the plead was added. Mandrat seemed to take a slight bit more care into driving (IE: Not crashing into everything), driving further into Aerlanica City.
(I like to imagine the ship rocked up full on drifting into the Twisting Nether with sheer style and badassery.)
Marla paused and let out a slight chuckle.
"For...for all the bluster and confidence I exude I...I actually haven't ever...been on a date before...it's...well...yeah."
She swallowed and raised the rifle to the sky.
"I joined the ADPF because, well...I didn't really have another path and...I went from incapable of having a relationship due to terrible social skills to unable on account of me joining the military, and then me joining a morally grey organisation which does dubious and often amoral actions in the name of preserving the Federation so...yeah..."
She let out a chuckle.
"You have the unfortunate pleasure of being the first man who ever gave me the time of day."
Marla looked fearfully to the sky as the crashing sound of the Monsonian breaking several soundbarriers with it's gungho arrival to the battlefield.
"What the f-"
"This is a Monsonian Space Fleet ship. We are responding to a distress call placed by a Monsonian device. We are here on purely humanitarian grounds and will not fire unless we or our shuttles are fired upon in violation of the First Geneva Convention."
Marla raised an eyebrow and let out a cheer of triumph.
"Those ballsy mother%$#@! Holy August high above haha!"
She hugged Stefan, her armour digging into Stefan in awkward angles.
"You genius! You absolutely amazing genius I could kiss you right now!" She cried out in joy.
She looked to the sky.
"What the hell is a geneva convention?" She asked.
Erich's Townhouse, Buenos Aires
(Thank god for google translate haha)
He came face to face with a pair of rather frightened looking Argentinian postal workers, who looked fearfully at Erich. One was holding two packages, and another a clipboard.
"L-lo siento s-señor," Stammered the one with the clipboard as he fiddled nervously with his collar, "p-pero...una s-señora ciega nos pidió...-" he coughed nervously and cleared his throat, "-que le demos esto... dijo que era importante... por favor no nos rompan el cuello."
The one with the packadges gingerly placed them down on the ground and took a step away.
"Ella," continued the one with the clipboard, "la señora ciega, quiero decir, nos dijo que te diésemos esta tarjeta después de que la firmaras."
Erich paused and narrowed his eyes as the postal worker offered a buisness card to him and he read what it said:
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Erich sighed and looked to the postal worker.
"¿Sonaba como una dama inglesa elegante?" Erich asked. "¿Con cabello negro y cicatrices de quemaduras alrededor de los ojos?"
"Si, si señor." He replied. "Ella también caminaba como si tuviera ojos, y la acompañaban dos hombres, con trajes negros. Dijo que su nombre era Zara Wallace, y sabrás quién es."
Erich knew who Zara Wallace was; the current Overseer of COURIER who met with him at Kemptburge.
So not entirely insectoid in appearance, but are more than willing to adapt some if not all of the traits coming from insect colonies. Gosh, this is becoming a wicked stereotype as far as Galliadurm is concerned. But instead of their ordeals with facetious "lunarians", invading threats who have emerged from or at least shares some relations to the many moons dotted all around this solar system, they'll in due course will have to deal with equally pale Primaeri regime. Should things turn out poorly for the Aerlanicans who may be caught within friendly territory, with Galliadurm likely being seen as an aiding force. If anything at all, they may as well view Galliadurm and all within it as but another stepping stone.
But that is a matter of little importance at the moment, seeing as once again "friendly aliens" has left behind noticeable damages that may or may not be tended to in the following days. In Galliadurm, these things has a tendency of correcting themselves without significant outside influence. That sole survivor on the other hand will have to be tended to in a joint effort that will also see the L.A.C put forth an offer to the Aerlanicans with details pertaining to the possible creation of a pocket dimension for them as an attempt to provide a safe haven, while also protecting Galliadurm's citizens from potential harm; they have nothing to do with the war between the Primaeri and Aerlanica after all.
Yes, this offer was delivered to them through the same probe that delivered onto them warning. Though this came live instead of being a pre-recorded message. Whether this offer came from the Urerbog Jouyen of the Dracele or the agents of L.A.C is not important at this time. A decision on that matter will have to be made by these refugees. It should be clear that they aren't interested in only "taking in" the bairns and those unwilling to draw blood, this offer stood for every one of them. Including that lone survivor who's carefully being observed at a distance by the first squad who are still in position. Aware now that they Primaeri troops has returned to orbit.
They weren't going to attempt in approaching the lone survivor themselves, that would be inviting disaster. Foreign soldiers approaching a traumatized, feeble woman after what she had just gone through? Instead, plans are being made to have the refugees approach this woman so that she may join them. Better a trusted face than a covered stranger wielding dangerous armament.
Now as for the S.P.H.F.S fields that still blanketed the majority of Sunnan, minus the unoccupied deserts, it is within protocol to keep them active for the next thirty-eight hours due to the severity of the danger that was presented. Should things die down after that period of respite, the fields will be deactivated.
The first squad of the Urerbog Jouyen will remain in Sunnan as well, including the other three squads who have been tasked with returning to base an hour after the first squad. So that should the Primaeri troops return, their efforts will be resisted.
Luckily for Galliadurm, the Primaeri seemed content in shooting down their enemies within space, and slaughtering the survivors up there as well. No further Primaeri landings are made, and most refugee ships are shattered in the stars, crash onto one of the many moons, or escape. In fact, it was sheer dumb luck that they landed on Galliadurm. As the presence intensified, the Aerlanican attacks grew sparser, before they did not even arrive at all. This would no doubt be relayed to the Aerlanicans, who are extremely upset with this knowledge.
With the Primaeri still in the system and their presence is increasing, the Aerlanicans sadly write off the attempts to get rescued; a prolongued operation that a rescue would take would only result in their deaths, and the occupation of Galliadurm; they had already played with fire once, now there was no point continuing.
The Captain of the ANV Perseverance, a man known as Felix Ernwaith, contact the Galliadurm's officials and requests an alternative to the deal; The Aerlanicans would utilise this Pocket Dimension as a home, but be free to travel too and from to assist in clean up efforts of the crash sites and stretch their legs as a sort of indefinite furlough. Ultimately, the Aerlanicans want to give back to the Galliadurm's for not immediately wiping them out, as is the usual response to them crashlanding on places. Furthermore, the Aerlanicans express a genuine interest in their caretakers, and wish to see their country, culture and people.
As for the lone survivor, a squad of troops is sent over in transit. They express sorrow at the crash site upon seeing it, but ultimately claim it is "more of the same"; it appears there has been much of these massacres inflicted upon the Federation of Aerlanica. They then approach the sole survivor, who is very traumatised. She refuses to eat, drink, talk or do many basic functions, only fidgeting, looking blankly and fearfully at everything around her, and becoming startled at even the slightest of sound and touch. In darkness, she panics but in bright light, she shies away. She is thoroughly broken, and who can blame her? In a moment, her entire ship was wiped out, and she only survived through hiding amongst the dead corpses of her friends. Eventually, after some time, she calms down a bit, but still is mute and erratic in movements and behaviours.
The Aerlanicans sedate her and place her on an IV drip, before Captain Ernwaith informs the Galliadurm that they lack the materials and facilities to treat her, and request they take her into their care.
Denied. In spite of possessing a plethora of facilities with the means necessary to properly treat this woman, it is still viewed as an unwise decision to practically force her into an environment but nothing she understands. On top of what she is already going through. Captain Anent; only in name, of the L.A.C is the one to respond to Captain Ernwaith on this matter. Instead, since ideas fortunately aligned this time around, he calmly begins to explain what they would expect from the pocket dimension and what all will be given to them as a way to help to start up from their roots again. Like a plant being reseeded in fertile soil.
Due to the assessments on their physiologies made the day prior by the insectoid probes from before, a pocket dimension can be made for them to thrive in. Though he admits to not being aware of the conditions on their would-be home planet as well as the nature of potential time dilations, so they will have to see to this themselves. As far as the lack of materials are concerned, what the nation fondly refers to as Cempori will be sent with them. The Cempori are femtofabricating machines of non-metallic origins, created by a group of Galliadurm's gifted minds on the cusp of the 21st century. That bit of information could've been left out, but Captain Anent wanted to make sure they wouldn't be taking this trek into a new dimension unprepared.
But the matter of coming and going from this new pocket dimension will be an ordeal left for them to solve. It wouldn't be fair for this country to also have the key to their new world. Galliadurm isn't a perfect nation, it is entirely possible for the key on their side to be dropped and be obtained by a foreign force "greater" than them. So that is the reason behind that decision, maybe with a little bit of convincing this decision can be changed. Until then however, that'll be that.
..Oh the life lessons that come from not being a space-faring society for though the chances are not perfect, hostile galactic forces usually just pass this planet on by. Don't know what it is about "this" Earth, but it's been that way for centuries. In fact, this is only the fourteenth time something like this has ever popped off. Usually the threats Galliadurm faces as a whole tends to be more ultraterrestrial or planarian in nature.
The Narrator behind the scenes may be jinxing himself with this truthful statement..
Post self-deleted by Galliadurm.
Kemptburge Chunk
One of the Navarren autonomous arks, specifically one equipped with a Type-5 S2 weapon, started to pitch up. Four crystalline octahedrons popped out and arranged themselves in a cross with the ark at the center before transforming into snowflake-esque shapes. "G19F5 has locked on to the Infernal source! Its Type-5 S2 ADAM weapon is charging!" Spencer, Alena, and Azalea can sense a MASSIVE energy build-up. The DDR also senses it, leading to part of the incoming Infernals shifting their attention towards the Heavy Assault Ark G19F5. From the ground, several of the incoming flaming green meteors are seen altering their trajectory, taking aim at the HAA G19F5 instead of the Kemptburge Chunk.
"Multiple incoming Infernals have altered trajectory! They're trying to attack G19F5!"
"G21N55 is deploying AENU Type-As!"
More than a dozen objects that look like flying saucer with legs detach from the underside of G21N55's wings and rush to intercept the incoming Infernals. As Infernals can't really fight back while still in their green meteor forms, the AENU Type-As make quick work of them. Moments later, every single flaming green meteor still a considerable distance above the Kemptburge Chunk takes aim at G19F5. While this gives all the ground forces a reprieve from the seemingly endless waves of Infernals, all the commanders are VERY concerned. If G19F5 gets taken out before it can destroy the Infernal source, the Infernals will eventually overwhelm the hospital's defenses.
"G21N55 has deployed all its AENU Type-As!" The remaining AENU Type-As on the underside of G21N55's wings detach.
"There's got to be AT LEAST thirty Infernals headed straight for G19F5!"
"With that many incoming Infernals, the AENU Type-As may not be able to keep up."
"G19F5 is at 60% charge!"
An alert pops up in the Operations Command Center. "Detecting an increase in energy readings from the unidentified DDR weapon!" "Max out the Longinus's AT-Field!" yells Inaki before yelling "Attention all ground forces, deploy Mana-barriers around the Hospital ASAP! All Aerial forces move into shield formation and raise your shields and AT-Fields to max power!" over the global C-COM channel. In Spencer's room, the agent rather suddenly yanks the Orius-1205 Anti-Material Rifle free from its windowsill mount before planting a Mana-Barrier emitter in its place. The agent looks at Spencer and Alena and says "You may went to get down and brace yourselves! Sh*BLEEP*'s about to get real serious!"
"G19F5 is at 75% charge!"
Despite their best efforts, a number of Infernals manage to avoid being intercepted by the swarm of AENU Type-As. "Impacts detected on G19F5's facial structure and bridge!" The Infernals that impacted G19F5's "Face" created sizable craters, and at least one struck one of the "Eyes". Something along the lines of "An eldritch whale scream" echoes across the Kemptburge Chunk.
"G19F5 is at 90% charge!"
"Energy readings from the unidentified DDR weapon is rapidly increasing!"
By this point, Azalea, Spencer, and Alena can sense another rapidly-building source of energy, a rapidly-building source of energy that has a demonic quality to it...
More Infernals slip by the AENU Type-As. The ones that survive the impact begin trying to rip open G19F5's armor.
"G19F5 has reached 100% charge!" yells a tactician before another yells "Unidentified DDR Weapon's energy pattern is shifting!"
"All personnel brace for impact!" yells Inaki.
It is at this exact moment the Monsonen ship arrives...
The Monsonen ship's crew looks out at the gravity-defying shattered wastes surrounding the similarly gravity-defying chunk of Kemptburge, all of which is floating in an endless void with ethereal bands of green energy snaking around it. They barely have time to take in the scenery before things start going to hell...
With an angelic scream, G19F5's Type-5 S2 ADAM weapon fires. From their vantage point, the Monsonen ship sees a flash of light emanate from an odd-looking and oddly-angled (relative to the Kemptburge Chunk) ship that has what appears to be an angelic halo. A terrifyingly massive energy spike is also detected... Luckily for them, they weren't the target. Unluckily for them, they were in the "Danger Zone" of something else...
Within moments of G19F5 firing upon (and destroying) the Infernal source, a strange greenish-white light washes over the Kemptburge chunk. If the energy spike from G19F5 was not scary enough, the incoming newly-detected energy spike makes G19F5's look like a small bump. The hospital is violently rocked as anything outside the mana-barriers is scoured away. Several portions of the Kemptburge chunk are torn away and ripped apart. Marla and Stefan had barely stepped out the hospital's front door when the DDR's new reverse-engineered Primaeri weapon, the Mal'Prim, was fired. If it weren't for the mana-barriers right outside the front door, they would be dead by now.
The Monsonen ship just barely survives being caught in the Mal'Prim's cone of fire. Through shear luck, the Monsonen ship stopped in the "shadow" created by the Cicada/NERV Taskforce's Shield Formation, protecting it from the worst of the Mal'Prim's attack.
Inaki steadied himself. The Operations Command Center had been plunged into total darkness. "Emergency power coming online." The Operations Command Center became illuminated by red lights. "Status report." says Inaki. "All Aerial groups are reporting at least moderate levels of damage. Aerial groups B and D are reporting casualties. Multiple punctures have been detected in the Longinus's wings."
The Aerlanicans shrug and state they will simply take their Rift Engine from the ANV Perseverance with them to serve as a sort of "key", and suggest that Gallidurm would probably be able to figure out how to make it work.
When asked what a Rift Engine is, the response is "It opens a rift in space and time, and lets us drop into, and jump out of, Rift Space, sorta like a dimension of sorts."
If one was to consider "Normal Space" as a sphere, Rift Space would be a sphere within that sphere with a considerably smaller radius, but simultaneously superimposed onto normal space. By "dropping" into Rift Space, one could travel from one point in space to another rapidly, traveling a distance of a several thousand lightears in several thousand kilometers. Riftspace is extremely dangerous, however, and requires the use of a specific AI, specialised "shielding" and a special navigation computer to navigate.
Irrespective, that is irrelevant. The fact is a Rift Engine simply links different dimensions together, so if it could be "tuned" to this pocket dimension and taken with the Aerlanicans, said Aerlanicans could open a permanent rift to and from the pocket dimension and close it if things got dicey.
It seemed the Aerlanicans were on board with the pocket dimension, and explained they would be more than happy to help the Gallidurm's craft one akin to their home nation.
When asked if they meant "planet", they said no; Aerlanica was a nation on a planet called Augusta, which was home to many other nations, nations such as Rei Khan, Tyramon, Super Duper Nice People, Oateria, Al Montica, New Drachma and North South North West Kansas to name a few. They had jurry rigged and hijacked various crashed ships to start their first colonies, being given a massive head start due to their claiming of an old Roxium planet they called Dester (which, they happily state, has humans with vaguely feline characteristics).
Azalea managed to dodge in time, and was not severely hit by the DDR weapon. She looked around for the other EVA's, while also calling out to Inaki.
"Inaki! Inaki! Where are you! Risato? Is everyone ok? Are you ok?"
The DDR weapon shattered the chunk of Kemptburge that was not protected by the Mana fields. As the weapon careened towards the hospital, Marla tackled Stefan back inside. Spencer cowered in fear but was otherwise safe, and Alena let out a shuddering gasp as she was taken aback by this weapon. The mana field generators themselves were fried severely as they were strained well past what they were built to handle, and with a dying gasp they sputtered out, turning off.
There was little Spencer, Alena and Marla could do other than watch as this superweapon wreaked havoc upon the chunk, and they were left with but a floating hospital slowly drifting through space surrounded by scorched, pockmarked and shattered rocks. No words could be spoken as they were stunned silent, but no words could properly encompass the dread and shock at this tool of war. How could they hold out? With the mana fields gone, there was little stopping the demons from reducing them to cinder.
Such was the power of the reverse engineered Primaeri superweapon. The strange demonic woman seeking out Spencer would also, most likely, have seen this. However she would also know that the destructive power spencer could bring to bear made this tool seem inconsequential.
(Holy cow, Harley Quinn to Harley Quinn on steroids)
Mandrat grabbed a small pill container out of a glove box. “First off, bingo, right on the dollar. I gotta find Madilyn Jones or my quarter report is SCREWED. Secondly, a good point is raised there.” she again pulled down the PA microphone and was ready to scream into it, before looking back at snow, who gave a look saying “I will kill you if you wake up my pup”. Mandrat gave a slight whimper, before saying calmly in a heavy Zerdan accent “Please don’t call the bus driver ‘hot stuff’ while driving. Or at all, really, that’s a little weird, no?”
And so with that settled, Captain Anent is sure to request the appearance of those with enough memory of their home world so that they may be taken inside of this vacant pocket dimension. This act will see them birth fruitful land from their memories, he explains. Therefore the conditions within the pocket dimension can be on par with what was originally felt on this "Augusta" they keep mentioning. An off thought Captain Anent kept to himself; what is with these space faring regimes and their unbridled need to give whatever celestial region they touch a name? Beyond the land which they originate from.
He knows full well Galliadurm is guilty of this as well, seeing as this Earth has been referred to by its given appellation "Emä" many many times over the years. That thought aside, Captain Anent surely hopes these Aerlanican refugees knows what they're doing with this so called Rift Engine. For no matter how stable this pocket dimension is, it is still tethered to our current reality and this Rift Engine by its description could definitely rupture this continuum. Endangering all of their lives. But of course, this perceived flaw may be an over reach. Since they haven't had the time to study Aerlanican tech, they could only rely on speculations. Which is largely unreliable.
That said, the decision was to leave this up to them. So they will have to trust in them to perform things safely. For now this is all Captain Anent is able to say without input from Galliadurm's collective government. Even though he was given permission to handle this evolving situation with his team without the Urerbog Jouyen of the Dracele involving themselves more than they already had been.
Clean up duty for them considering the mess that was left behind is a pain for them as is. It is good Captain Anent's team are able to handle this on their own. If that had not been the case, the Urerbog Jouyen would have three significant issues on their plate. Two of which are already being fulfilled.
Kiki raises a brow, looking at William. "Um , sure."
Wafflepocalypse
Cory looks at Harold. "What the heck are you on about?"
Tyramon where did we end up??
Macy nods. "Yeah, I guess that's true..."
Kira smiles halfheartedly, not trusting in her voice enough to say anything else.
Wafflepocalypse
Gracie disappears into what's left of the city, running off through the narrow streets.
Michael sleeps soundly. Thomas keeps walking until--
WHAM!
Suddenly, a little girl rounds the corner, moving fast, and runs straight into him, falling backwards to land squarely on her butt.
Jax takes another swig from his flask. "So... where are you from?" he asks.
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