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The Last Ditch


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The Owsla operated from the forests, where they knew the terrain better, and where there were hidden warrens for the refugees from the farmtowns to take shelter in. It was from these woods that they waged their guerrilla campaign, their rebel resistance, and it was from here that they showed their defiance to the Multiversal Empire of Happiness’ great gluttony. The tactics taught to them by their advisors were initially very effective. The crude, lumbering meat-machines’ mechanical movements were easy enough to predict, and while conventional combat were unable to stop them, assymetrical attacks that targeted their weaknesses proved vastly more effective in slowing down their advances, in damaging their important machines, and in liberating the Lapine younglings they had captured and kept in camps or prepared for shipment off-world. Those liberated from the camps were brought to the forest-warrens, fed and sheltered, and then armed and trained, before being sent back out to fight and die. Under General Wortwound’s command, everyone was to fight in the defense of their homeworld. Even those scarred by the unspeakable things they saw in the camps, those who had seen their loved ones perish and harvested by the machines, they were to take up arms like the rest and rejoin the rabbits’ ruthless resistance.

But the Hunter-Eaters’ Singular Intellects learned. They adapted. They evolved. The MEHNET Metahivemind decided on a particularly cunning plan. Transmitters had been implanted in the captured Lapines the resistance fighters liberated. Each device was tiny and emitted a negligible low-intensity signal, but with enough escapees gathered in the resistance’s forrest-warrens, their combined signals would become detectable enough to MEHNET. With the Lapines’ base discovered, a detachment of Hunter-Eaters was sent to harvest any and all edible beings with extreme prejudice.

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The slaughterships rained fire from the sky and burned the forest down. Those who fled from the flames found a ring of steel tightening around the burninated area. Hunter-Eaters, there to finish the job, to solve the problem of Lapine resistance with a final solution. The acrid smoke of burning trees was joined by anesthetic gas, and the disarrayed and panicking Lapines quickly succumbed. The harvest resumed as the Hunter-Eaters made their way through the inferno, bound for the Owsla base.

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But the most die-hard Owsla forest fighters would not go down without a fight. They rallied for a last stand, wielding their beamweapons and K-bolters and Space RPGs, intending to take as many of the metal motherfuckers with them to hell. But the Hunter-Eaters would not stop, ever, until everything Lapine was harvested. The minefields were bypassed, the machines shoving aside their ruined and disabled kind just to reach their targets. The initial lines of resistance crumpled, as the machines ignored casualties and burned resisting rabbits to a crisp - to the point of leaving behind barely any flesh to harvest. Many of the machines were struck down, blasted to pieces by beamfire, punctured and melted by K-bolts, blown apart by the RPGs, but they were implacable.

They reached the warren grounds itself. Seismometers detected the tunnel grounds that sheltered the last survivors, resistance fighters intending to fight to the very end, and huddling civilians and younglings paralyzed with fear. They would be paralyzed further by gas, as the Hunter-Eaters brought out hypodermic drills with which to fumigate the tunnels and incapacitate the remaining rabbits. Afterwards, the harvest could begin.

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Their desperate calls for backup, reinforcement and even evacuation unheard, the last Lapines decided their own fates, refusing to die without a fight, refusing to stay in the tunnels and suffocate in graves that they themselves dug, they instead chose to come up into the light and face the things that had hunted them down and killed them. They crawled out of the tunnels, fully expecting to die, cradling their weapons for one last act of defiance, even wearing explosives and intending to charge the machines in a suicide attack.

But as they ventured out of the holes, they were blinded by a light that was not from the binary suns of Lepus’ sky.

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All was quiet. The Hunter-Eaters had stopped.
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The Central Times

Government mulls sending additional units for anti-MEH campaign

The Central Government is debating whenever to send additional forces to support Coalition operations in MEH territory. Officials have said that the issue is about sending one or two more fleets and hundreds of millions of ground units to reinforce the two fleets and 1.6 million troops already on their way. There are rumors within the Government that this plan is causing raging debate in the highest circles of the State.

Meanwhile, the Dictator has declared that full mobilization has been ordered, but will be done "with no rush involved". Naval construction is expected to be sped and recruitment stepped up, but any new additions to the military's budget are still unplanned, though there is pressure to do so.
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Force Lord wrote:The Central Times

Government mulls sending additional units for anti-MEH campaign

The Central Government is debating whenever to send additional forces to support Coalition operations in MEH territory. Officials have said that the issue is about sending one or two more fleets and hundreds of millions of ground units to reinforce the two fleets and 1.6 million troops already on their way. There are rumors within the Government that this plan is causing raging debate in the highest circles of the State.

Meanwhile, the Dictator has declared that full mobilization has been ordered, but will be done "with no rush involved". Naval construction is expected to be sped and recruitment stepped up, but any new additions to the military's budget are still unplanned, though there is pressure to do so.
The Central Times

Additional ships for the Navy confirmed

The Navy has received additional funding to order the construction of replacement ships to make good the losses suffered at Zebes nearly a year ago. Construction won't begin in earnest until April 3401, however, as the shipyards are still replacing recruited workers with labor droids and won't begin construction until then. The Navy itself has said that the funding received was less than expected. Government officials have said that more couldn't be done due to fiscal reasons. Some Centers have already seen their funding cut, and they have complained to the Dictator about this.
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Cat Snatch and Grab


Lepus
Low Orbit


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The Blade-class stealth cruiser Kitty Surprise lurked at the edge of Lepus’ atmosphere. The bragnuke had just detonated in the planet’s magnetosphere, sending a massive neutron-flux cascading down planetside, a mother of all EMPs frying insufficiently protected and unshielded electronics thousands of kilometers around the initiation point, and saturating the space above Lepus with highly radioactive rubiconium particulates.

“There’s our window,” Shipmistress Talia said, admiring the auroral streamers coruscating in Lepus’ upper atmosphere. They were as beautiful to the eyes as they were detrimental to the sensors, which were totally jammed by now.

“Those Brags sure do love their rubiconium. I just hope the planet doesn’t end up getting infested by the stuff,” Chiram commented uncertainly.

“I don’t think there’s enough for that, and whatever there is will probably burn up in re-entry. As hard as it is to believe, it’ll take more than one bragnuke to totally ruin a planet,” Talia replied.

“Da, which is why we almost never use just one!” a Bragulan in the bridge chuckled. He took a drag from his vodka cigarette and exhaled smoke from his snout. The Chamarrans nearest to him all hacked and coughed. “So, have we received the signal yet?”

“Not yet, we haven’t...” Chiram answered before something flashed in her holo-tank and she hastily corrected herself. “Yes, now we have. Bragulan ground teams have given us the go-signal and the coordinates.”

“We don’t have much time. Helm, get us down there quick.” Talia commanded. The space around Lepus was already chock full of the bloaters’ machine ships, and the EMP was sure to attract more of them. It wasn’t a good spot for a damaged stealth ship to be in.
“Yes, Shipmistress.”

With that, the Blade swooped down like an unseen knife stabbing the world, amidst an aurora and backlit by rubiconium radiance.


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The Lapine beheld a scene of devastation. Their forest hideout had been burninated to the ground. The survivors crawled out of the warrens, hacking and coughing, dragging their incapacitated comrades to breathe fresh air, desperately trying to resuscitate those who had been suffocated by the gas attacks. They were surrounded by the nightmarish scene of war and carnage, the burnt and blackened remains of their once-verdant forest, the fallen forms of the resistance fighters who so valiantly held back the Hunter-Eaters, and the unmoving hulks of the machines themselves. Some clearly bore battle damage, explaining their silence. Others were undamaged, entirely whole, yet completely still. Unmoving. Dead.

The more religious survivors fell to their knees, looked up at the strange sky and praised Frith and El-ahrairah for saving them from the Black Rabbit of Inlé’s scythe.

The remaining soldiers fanned out amongst the dead machines. From seemingly out of nowhere, the Lapines were joined by a number Bragulans, General Wortwound’s so-called advisors. They threw grenades and flares amidst the dormant Hunter-Eaters, deploying radium smoke signals that could be seen from the sky.

A sound came from the heavens, like that of distant thunder, and the ululating civilians turned to face the noise, expecting some divine sight to descend upon them. They saw something else entirely.

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The telltale black triangles of stealthed Chamarran tri-gravs, slowing down to hover ominously above the still meat-machines. Beams of light shot forth from their ventral fuselage, tractor beams that clamped on the Hunter-Eaters. The tri-gravs brought these felled machines into the cavernous holds of the Blade stealth cruiser. Now emptied of all the weapons they had brought to arm the Lapines, its bays could now hold new cargo. The MEH machines would be taken back to the joint Chamarran-Bragulan base for extensive study.

Overhead, Ripper gunboats streaked through the sky, providing overwatch for the Kitty Surprise and its utility tri-gravs. More and more samples were taken in, as many Hunter-Eaters and other meat machines as they could carry. The whole and most intact ones were the prizes, but even disassembled and sliced pieces and components were stored wherever there was spare room.

With the last load of blown out protocol droids placed inside an auxiliary cargo area, the Kitty Surprise withdrew its tri-gravs and Rippers. The high altitude rubiconium radiation storm was starting to dissipate, and the slaughtership sensors would soon be able to see into Lepus. It was time to leave.

The Kitty Surprise reactivated its cloak and left Lepus.


Lepus
High Orbit


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The next step was to make for the hyperlimit while avoiding detection by the slaughterships and the MEH Navy vessels patrolling the system.

Their earlier rescue of the Tauren refugee ship pitted them against a MEH warship, the Extraextremejustice, and they had not emerged entirely unscathed from the encounter. The shield generators suffered from turbolaser hits, and there was hull damage from the bleedthrough, compromising both stealth and structure. It was quickly patched over with sensor-absorbing tiles, anechoic to subspace sonar, and so stealth was restored, but structural repairs and shield generator maintenance required time at the yards, which they were scheduled for after this mission.

But either way, if the Kitty Surprise was detected and caught, shields and structural integrity would not save them. They had stealth and, if it failed them, speed.

“I just hope those bloaters didn’t see us when we were down planetside,” Talia thought out loud.

“Silly kitty!” the Bragulan on board chuckled again, before belching more smoke from his flaring nostrils. “You’ve seen the effectiveness of mighty Bragulan vegemite screens on sensor systems, in the exercises not even your Spaceforce’s scanners could penetrate -”

“Shipmistress!” Chiram cried, her holo-tank was flashing red and blaring out alerts. “The bloaters have turned on their active sensors, their ships are moving out! We’ve been detected!”

“Nya-”

“SHITS!” the Bragulan’s bellow echoed throughout the bridge, drowning out Shipmistress Talia’s ‘nyah!’
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My name is Armando Ruiz, and I am watching a man die very slowly.

The first shot crossed the victim's field of vision, a barely-visible ripple in the air that crawled from right to left. His eyes began to widen, his field of vision opening up noticeably bit by bit.

Energy weapon, and not laser or plasma. Smart. Hope he turns his head in time. Still, might help ID the murder weapon.

For a moment vision slewed after the shot, until trained reflexes kicked in and the victim's head begin to slowly turn towards its origin. Then the second shot hit.

I hate this part.

Bone snapped like dry straw, flesh parted just as easily. The opening gasps of a cry of pain began to pass the victim's lips even as his field of vision was wrenched violently around by the kinetic energy dumped into his now-ruined shoulder.

Hmm. Kinetic energy transfer from a non-vaporization energy weapon? That's...unusual.

The victim spun on the way to the floor, the world slowly revolving and tilting at the same time until he came to rest with the bloodstained carpet stretching off to the horizon. His breaths came short, sharp and shallow, albeit drawn out by the unnaturally-glacial pace, as he struggled to lever himself up with his one working arm. A footstep, muffled by the carpeting, indicated the killer's approach.

A low hum, the sickening crunch of ribs and spine shattering under the third shot's impact, and then darkness as the spine and rear ribs were pulverized and driven down into the chest cavity.

Gaaah, I hate that. Why can't they use a nice sedative overdose or something. Ah well, let's see...

Light returned to the victim's vision along with a flash of stunning pain that receded quickly. His view began to swirl around again as his body lifted up off the floor and spun backwards, around, around, up... And then everything stopped.

Capture image, tag Suspect-One

A man stood in a practiced pose, body angled sideways, a pistol made from matte black plastic in his hand. The angle was steep, the image captured from when the victim was nearly on the floor. Movement began again, another revolution bringing a view of the killer from a different angle.

Capture image, tag Suspect-Two

A third revolution brought the victim's first, flashing sight of his killer into view, right after the shot imapcted and began his helpless spin towards the floor. This one was the clearest, giving a perfect angle of the otherwise-unremarkable face. Brown hair, brown eyes, average facial features, clean-shaven...a face practically (and possibly literally) tailor-made to blend into a crowd.

Capture image, tag Suspect-Three. Flag for best clarity

The view from a dead man's eyes began to fade away at last, only for the world to heave and ripple nauseatingly.

What the--Secure storage, file sensory input

Whatever it was wasn't local, and it wasn't coming from the corpse. It was...a reflection, a ripple in reality caused by...well, that was the question, wasn't it? By the time it ended, all the watched had been able to discover was a vague direction and an impression that its cause was very, very far away.

Ugh...end sensory record, encrypt to personal key

Armando Ruiz, Forensic Telepath of the Royal Scarlet Investigatory Service, opened his eyes and promptly fell over. Fortunately, he fell backwards and not forwards onto the ruined corpse whose last moments he had just finished inspecting. A hand belatedly reached down to help him up, one he took with a smile.

"You alright, Arm?" the hand's owner asked in a rough, deep voice, dark chocolate skin contrasting noticeably with Ruiz's own well-tanned complexion. "Doesn't usually hit you like that."

Ruiz replied as shook his head and cracked his neck, "Yeah...yeah, thanks." Gotta figure out what that last bit was, but that...not here. Improvise. "It's usually precision, you know? Bullet, laser, something. Whatever freaky weapon did this poor bastard was like a weaponized impact hammer in pistol form. Here, let me crossload the frames to your comp."

Wetware wasn't unknown in the Royal Kingdom, but neither was it common. For Armando Ruiz's line of work, however, it was essential. Within moments, the images of the victim's killer bloomed on Ruiz's partner's handheld pad, captured from his last seconds of life.

"So, who was he, anyway?" Ruiz asked, gesturing at the ruined body now being bagged by the rest of the crime scene team now that he'd finished with it.

The heavy-set black man arched an eyebrow, then grimaced, "I still think that whole 'contaminating the expectation' rigamarole they pull is a crock of shit. This was one Edward Finnigan III's personal bodyguards."

"Wait wait wait... isn't his father..."

"Edward Finnigan II, owner of half the 'roid mining corporations in the Kingdom, plus a good chunk of the support industry. Yeah. Now you understand why the boss spaced us out here so fast?"

"No shit," Ruiz replied, shaking his head back and forth, "This is gonna be big. Think somebody's trying to pick his bodyguards off to leave him open?"

An uncomfortable silence stretched out for several seconds until a suited crime scene investigator pushed open a connecting door with a stretcher holding a body bag. A body bag that looked decidedly too slumped at one end to contain a body with an intact head.

"Is that..."

"Finnigan. Whoever did him," a nod at the corpse being zipped up into a bag of its own on the floor, "Probably nailed the other guard and Finnigan. Did a number on both their heads, but got chased off before he could take out this guy's brain. Definitely professional. Whatever that weapon is, it didn't leave much for you to work with on those two, Arm."

"Son of a bitch. Boss is not gonna like this, Ray."

"You're tellin me. You're not supposed to know the vic until you're done, so you've been shielded. Me, I've had him breathing fire down my neck the whole time. This'll help, though." Raymond Park, RSIS, waved the pad containing the killer's face around as punctuation. After running a hand over his shaved head, he gestured at the door, "Let's get out of here, let the tech goons scrub the scene for anything more."

"Need to talk to Cassy for a second, hang on." Ruiz walked over towards a gloved and masked figure with long blonde hair secured inside a net, "Cass. Check the wall there," He pointed to where the first, missed shot would have landed. "The vic moved enough for the killer to miss his first shot. Might be able to draw some conclusions about the murder weapon from its effects on other substances. Whatever it is, it's foreign, I've never even heard of anything like it. You'll get the report, but think in terms of an energy weapon with kinetic energy transfer but a non-explosive or vaporization mechanic."

"That's...more than strange." She frowned in thought for a few seconds, mulling the criteria over in her head before shrugging, "Nothing comes to mind, but I'll check into it. Thanks Ruiz."

"Anytime, Cass."

"Alright Ray, let's get out of here."
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It wasn't until much later that night that Ruiz was able to get some time alone with a secure comm system. After a long delay, an apparently middle-aged woman with short, graying black hair appeared on the screen.

"Hello, Director Helendale."

"Ruiz, it's been a long time, I was considering taking you off the actives list."

"I've been busy. Look, I've got something, no idea what it is, but it felt...big. Some sort of disturbance, had to be hellaciously strong given how far away I think it was. Picked it up while I was doing a read."

The woman straightened up sharply, lingering sleepiness banished abruptly from her expression, "Get the file here. Securely. And get yourself here when you can. You called the right person, I'm heading up the task force on this one."

"File's already being dealt with, I remember the channels. As for myself...that'll be hard. I'm on a seriously high-profile case. Deep Purple should probably know this too, although it's tangential. Edward Finnigan III is dead, professional hit, possibly by out-Kingdom elements. Nobody's even heard of the weapons tech used. Probably outside your baliwick since I doubt the Confederation's involved, but just in case, you shouldn't be surprised when this goes public."

"Good work, Armando. Get here when you can, contact me if anything else crops up. Now get some sleep, I surely intend to."

"Practical as always, Director. Good night."
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Center of War Situation Room, Central City
Centrum, The Center Sector, The Centrality
Unreal Time/March 3401


"Greetings sirs and madames. Heirs of Dovan. The briefing will begin," said the Chief of the General Staff Hernik Mossad, flanked by Cracus Vompey, the Secretary of War, and the Chiefs of the respective Services. Present in the briefing was the entirety of Dovan's Heirs, the leaders of the Party Council, the Centers, and the Supreme Congress, as well as the heads of the CSB and the CIS.

"The current situation in the front has been mixed, I'm afraid. While our stealth squadron operating in the area has been successful in its operations against internal MEH shipping lanes, the MEH response was enough to force a suspension, for all units have been damaged to the point of being unable to mantain operations in stealth, though no ships have been lost. The repair work may take months, by which moment the Coalition will begin the invasion anyway, so the Navy recommends that the entire stealth squadron be reconverted back into standard warship configuration during their stay in the dockyards."

"There is also the issue of suppling the forces that will test their mettle against the MEH. Obviously the MEH is in a distant corner of civilized space, making it difficult to supply our forces from the Centrality itself. I was told that the Center of Foreign Affairs is still working on getting us an advanced base."

At this moment Ravin Nostrum stated, "Actually, we've only just started getting in contact with the Coalition. We sent a message to them a while ago. We have received no response, not even from a single member state. I supect that there is debate in the Coalition about adding any more members when they already have more than enough force to crush the MEH. Or perhaps it is simple bureaucratic delay. I can only hope there is a positive reply."

"Very well, so the issue with the Coalition is still undecided. Let us, however, assume that we are part of the Coalition, and thus privy to their plans. The Coalition member nearest to the MEH is the Sultanate of Klavostan, which will make it the most likely foward base for the Coalition. The burden on the Klavostanis will be heavy, since not only they will have to mobilize their Navy, but also end up being the likely host for ten separate fleets. If the Chamarrans are willing to help us, then the burden on Klavostan will be most certainly lightened. This is unlikely, however, for reasons the CIS Director will explain."

Hoover Gates, Director of the CIS, cleared his throat, and said, "There has been sketchy reports of large concentrations of non-Chamarran ships in Chamarran space. I suspect that there is a second Coalition that is prepared to invade MEH space. Confirmation of this suspicion is not forthcoming, due to the problem that it's very difficult for our agents to acquire any meaningful info from operating inside Chamarran territory. Most of our information, in fact, was acquired second-hand from our listening posts near Eoghan space. And second-hand data is not too trusted in any intelligence agency. Still, we should expect some kind of activity coming from Chamarra."

"Thank you, Mr. Gates. The only other potential advanced base in the region, the Argenti Federation, has remained undecided on the issue of supporting the Coalition, and may be expected to remain neutral. Thus, gentlemen and gentlewomen, there are our problems: our extended logistic train for large numbers of units, the current lack of a foward base we can use, and the possiblility that a second group based in Chamarra may seek the same overall goal the Coalition has, but with other intentions. The following days, weeks, and months may give us yet the answers."

"One final question. Mr. Kierger, sir, have you decided that the forces currently commited against the MEH are enough, or more is needed?"

Dirad Kierger, after a moment of thoughtful silence, finally said, "I may take a final decision on the matter in the next few days."

"We will await it, sir."

"Well then, I presume this briefing is over. Everyone, return to your posts. As will I. Hail the State."

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El Argenti Periódicos

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El Presidente Juan Erón Contra La Coalición del Conquista y MEH Guerra

BUENOS DIAZ - El Presidente de la Federación Argenti habla en contra de la escalada militar masiva bajo la dirección de Shinra y Anglia. Dice que la guerra es de agresión y las naciones muestran la hipocresía, porque otras naciones como Shepistan y Bizancio - un miembro de la coalición - han hecho cosas peores que el MEH

El Departamento de Estado de Argenti ha enviado cartas de protesta y denuncia a las naciones de la coalición. Manifestantes contra la guerra han llevado a la calle por miles a manifestarse contra otra guerra anglo de agresión, como las hace décadas de guerra de Balklands.

"Estamos en contra de la guerra," dijo el Presidente.





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The President of the Argenti Federation speaks against the massive military buildup led by Shinra and Anglia. He says that the war is of aggression and the nations are hypocrites, because nations like Shepistan and Byzantium - a member of the coalition - have done worse things than the MEH.

The state department has sent letters of protest and complaint to the nations of the coalition. Anti-war protesters and demonstrators have taken to the streets to protest against the war of aggression, much like the Balklands war decades ago.

"We are against the war," said the president.

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Centrum wrote:The current situation in the front has been mixed, I'm afraid. While our stealth squadron operating in the area has been successful in its operations against internal MEH shipping lanes, the MEH response was enough to force a suspension, for all units have been damaged to the point of being unable to mantain operations in stealth, though no ships have been lost.
Previously on SDNW4...

Alpha Centauri
Sector A25


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The cargo ship was a marvel of form over function. It was formerly a civilian liner, designed to look as aesthetically pleasing as possible, and thus it was built to look like a mythical creature that embodied the best qualities of the people of the MEH. Thus while the ancient cetaceans had long been hunted to extinction on Earth, their memories nonetheless lived on in the magnificent ships that sailed through the MEH stars.

In the past, the whale-ship carried scores of whale-men and whale-women to tour the stars of the new galaxy, but with the Ork attacks the pleasure cruises had ended as interstellar travel was restricted to warpgates only. Now, with the ongoing reconstruction of Wolf 359 and the sheer traffic through its warp gate, the whales soared once more to ferry refugees or emergency supplies wherever they were needed.

But in a cruel twist of fate, now it was the MEH's spacefaring cetaceans that were hunted down by the harponeers of the cosmos.

The Sturm was a highly modified, stealth-optimized Blitz-class frigvette. It had been lurking in MEH space for months now, since the initial command to reconnoiter MEH space back before the MEHmen had hacked off the entire galaxy into mobilizing multiple invasion fleets to spite them. Thus far, it had seen great success on its mission, much unlike the fabled Datton. By simply staying silent for so long with the other stealth frigvettes attached to the Count Dracula, the Sturm and its sister ships had gathered a proverbial treasure trove of information on the MEH rivaling what the Klavostanis and Chamarrans had accrued with their fleets of stealthers.

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But now, new commands had arrived. This time, they would no longer be staying silent and watching from afar. It was time to get up close and personal, to make a close encounter of the MEH kind.

The Sturm intercepted the whale-ship in hyperspace, engaging its tractor beams like a volley of invisible harpoons through the hide of the great fish to reel it in for the final blow. Both ships tumbled in realspace, and the Sturm moved in for the kill -

But then, the whale ship sent a deafening hyperwave signal through its blow hole, it's gaping maw opened and regurgitated a score of fighters. Massive, powerful Dominators with firepower matching the gunboats and cutters of other star nations. Before the Sturm could even register their sudden appearance, they were already on the stealth ship - the hunter now the hunted, as the whale transmogrified into a bee hive and unleashed hornets upon its attacker.

Turboblasters and proton torpedoes struck the Sturm, its shields flaring and its hull scorching from burnthrough as the combined fire of so many starfighters nearly overwhelmed its defenses, and entirely prevented its cloaking fields from re-engaging. Unable to hide, and incapable of outrunning its nimbler attackers, the precarious frigvette decided to take the only remaining option, it stood and fought. The closest fighters, swooping in for a strafing run, were vaporized by a point-blank plasma bolt. The further fighters were suppressed by canister fire, railguns vomiting out shells full of relativistic buckshots. Point defenses moved to intercept incoming torpedoes, though they proved hard to hit as they were agile enough to dart through battlestation exhaust pipes.

The fighters regrouped and continued to harass the Sturm. Now with their numbers thinned out, they could not nope to outright kill the frigvette, at least not easily and not without taking more casualties, but they could harass it and slow it, force it to engage them before it could flee. This would take time, delay the Sturm from fleeing, and allow reinforcements to arrive.

The tell-tale sign of an incoming Heimship was detected, both by the MEH fighters and the Centralite stealthship. It was almost there, and both sides knew that they had to make their time.

In desperation, the Sturm unleashed a salvo of missiles at the fighter formations. These were designed to punch through a single warship and deal terrible damage, or outright vaporize any targeted civilian vessel, which was what they intended to do with MEH shipping. The first missiles detonated in the middle of the fighters, flaking out and lacerating the most unfortunate - and closest - ones with relativistic shrapnel. The subsequent ones bypassed the fighters entirely, though not without making them break and scatter for their lives, and went to the whale-ship, busy as it was coordinating the fighters whilst vectoring the MEHeim ship on an intercept course.

Some of the fighters broke off in an attempt to stop the missiles before they harpooned the whale, but it was too little and too late. The whale-ship was not a war-ship, its shields and armor could not withstand capship-grade weaponry. The missiles penetrated it and punched through its vital systems. The kinetic component ripped straight through to the other side, while submunitions deposited inside the vessel detonated and caused internal thermonuclear explosions. The whale broke into two.

With the loss of their command ship, no longer feeding them targeting information, and with the sudden breakdown in communications, the scattered fighters attempted to regroup for another run - but this was enough distraction that was needed. The Sturm engaged its drives at full-burn, running as fast as it could.

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Re: SDNW4 Story Thread 2

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The Writings of Ecumenical Patriarch Innokenti

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Στους πιστούς:

Τον τελευταίο καιρό, δεν έχω δει ποτέ τέτοια μαλθακότητα στο γαλαξία. Προφανώς, ορισμένα μέλη της ανθρωπότητας έχουν εξελιχθεί κάπως να χάσουν σπονδύλους τους στη διαδικασία. Έχουμε την McNamaras, που σαφώς είναι μια οικογενειακή γραμμή εντελώς στερείται υπογράψουν και ενδείξεις σπονδύλων. Στη συνέχεια, έχετε μερικές ισπανικές παράσιτα yabbering που φαίνεται πιο πρόθυμες να επιδοθούν σε μια γλώσσα ειδωλολάτρες από το να έχουν ένα μυαλό οποιουδήποτε είδους.

Ανεξάρτητα, λένε είμαστε Βυζαντινοί είναι υποκριτές. Ίσως να είναι οι ίδιοι υποκριτές. Πώς μια ομάδα ανθρώπων μπορούν να υποτιμήσει και να λατρεύουμε έναν ξένο λογική περιφρονεί και τα αιτήματα κάποιου είδους τιμωρία θα πρέπει να του επιφυλάσσει. Να γνωρίζουμε τη μοίρα τους έχει αποφασιστεί, και έτσι λαμβάνουν αξίζει τιμωρία τους από τις δυνάμεις του Θεού αυτοκράτορα. Ότι θα πρέπει να επιτρέψουν στον εαυτό τους να γίνει μια ομάδα του λίπους εκφυλίζεται που είναι μια αηδία απαιτεί επίσης κάποιο είδος τιμωρίας, επειδή έχουν κάνει μια παρωδία του ανθρώπινου γονιδιώματος.

Έτσι, η ίδια η ύπαρξή τους χάνεται, και αυτοί θα πληρώσουν για τα εγκλήματά τους. Οποιαδήποτε θηριωδίες που παρέχονται σ 'αυτούς δεν είναι μόνο μια αναγκαιότητα αλλά και μέρος της άσκησης της εκτέλεσης της ποινής τους. Δεν υπάρχουν αθώοι στον πόλεμο. Οποιαδήποτε βλάβη και βάσανα που προκαλεί στους ο εχθρός, αλλά μια αναγκαιότητα και είναι το ίδιο το σημείο του κάθε πόλεμος κατά του εχθρού. Το Imperium είναι ο ανώτατος εκτελεστής της τιμωρίας τους, και ασπόνδυλη παράσιτα που σαφώς δεν κατανοούν την έννοια του πολέμου θα πρέπει να αυτοκτονήσει παρά να μολύνουν περισσότερο την ανθρώπινη γονιδιακή δεξαμενή με την έλλειψη των σπονδύλων. Αυτά τα ζωύφια ασπόνδυλο αξίζουν για να χορηγηθούν σε αρκούδες κατοικίδιων ζώων μας, οι οποίοι είναι υποδείγματα τα ιδανικά που όλοι οι άνθρωποι πρέπει τουλάχιστον να ακολουθήσουν, αν μη μπορούν να αληθινούς πιστούς του Θεού αυτοκράτορα.

Τελευταίο αλλά όχι ασήμαντο, δηλώνω υπεύθυνα ότι όποιος λέγει το φάουλ γλώσσα ειδωλολάτρες που ονομάζεται «ισπανική» να είναι ανάθεμα. Είναι το παρόν αφορισμένοι από την Εκκλησία της ανθρωπότητας, και ως εκ τούτου στερούνται τη διαδρομή προς τον ουρανό, αλλά περάσουν το υπόλοιπο της άθλια μέρες τους περιμένουν αναπόφευκτη την είσοδο τους από τις φωτιές της Κόλασης.

Δικός σου στο Θεό αυτοκράτορα,
Οικουμενικός Πατριάρχης Innokenti
English Translation wrote: To the Faithful:

In recent times, I have never ever witnessed such spinelessness in the galaxy. Clearly, some members of mankind have somehow evolved to lose their vertebrae in the process. We have the McNamaras, who clearly are a family line totally devoid of any sign and evidence of a vertebrae. Then you have some Spanish yabbering vermin who seems more inclined to indulge in a heathen language than to have a brain of any sorts.

Regardless, they say we Byzantines are hypocrites. Perhaps they are the hypocrites themselves. How a group of humans can debase themselves and worship a xeno defies reasoning and demands some kind of punishment must be meted out. Their fates have been decided, and thus they shall receive their deserving punishment from the forces of the God Emperor. That they should allow themselves become a group of fat degenerates that are an eyesore also demands some kind of punishment because they have made a mockery of the human genome.

Thus their very existence is forfeit, and they shall pay for their crimes. Any atrocities rendered unto them is not only a necessity but also part of the exercise of the execution of their punishment. There are no innocents in war. Any harm and suffering inflicted upon the enemy is but a necessity and is itself the point of any war waged upon the enemy. The Imperium shall be the chief executor of their punishment, and spineless vermin who clearly do not understand the concept of war should commit suicide rather than further pollute the human gene pool with their lack of vertebrae. These spineless vermin deserve to be fed to our pet Bears, who are exemplars of the ideals that all humans must at least follow, if incapable of being true believers of the God Emperor.

Last but not least, I solemnly declare that anyone who speaketh the foul heathen language called “Spanish” to be anathema. They are hereby excommunicated from the Church of Mankind, and thus are denied the path to heaven but spend the rest of their miserable days waiting for their inevitable entry to the fires of Hell.

Yours in the God Emperor,
Ecumenical Patriarch Innokenti
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Re: SDNW4 Story Thread 2

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Previously on SDNW4 wrote:"Did you say we're in the Datton?", said Redav shakily.

"Erm, yes, Mr. Redav."

Redav slapped his mask, and screamed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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MEH Sol System
February 3401

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The scramble after the shuttle carrying The Leader’s most precious cargo erupted in a mad dash as all assets were sent to interdict it. They could not afford to have her specimen escape. She wanted him so badly. Moreover, if Kierger escaped, and word got out to the Centrality and the rest of the galaxy, they would certainly be doomed.

The tricky Centralite almost had them fooled into thinking that he had perished in the shuttle explosion, but an exhaustive, seconds-long Metahivemind-Singular Intellect review of the gun camera footage had shown that two forms had ejected from the shuttle a microsecond before the turboblaster destroyed the vessel. Their forms abruptly disappeared some distance from their point of origin - as though they were taken inside the bowels of a cloaked ship.

The MEHNET sensor grid and early detection network NORADE had detected traces of possible stealth incursions in MEH territory. They were elusive, nothing but sensor ghosts, and until then had not proven themselves hostile. They were a nuisance thus far ignored, as the MEHN was focused on anti-Ork patrols ever since the greenskin raiders started attacking civilian ships, so the stealthers were left unpersecuted.

Until now.

The MEHNET detection grid and NORADE were placed on high alert, Metahiveminds and Singular Intellects scoured through the data networks looking for anomalous signals, suspicious readings, anything that could be a cloaked vessel carrying the Leader’s Kiergy. Anti-stealth warfare flotillas were sent to find them and kill them. A drift net was cast into the sea of space.

The entire Sol warfleet was thus tasked with hunting down Kierger.


RKS Jaffar
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Naturally, such an event in one of the MEH’s systems, particularly their capital, would not go unnoticed. While it was utterly dangerous for a stealthship to draw so near to action this intense, Captain Iago Arrot decided the risk was worth it - had they not spent these past months dodging the ponderous, stupid fat MEHships with the ease of a Braavosi water dancer? Besides, this now was far more interesting than anything they’d seen in a long time. What was it they were chasing in such numbers and huffing, puffing fury?

“Helm, take us in slow.”

Unbeknown to them, the MEH had raised its alertness levels to extreme levels. Potential stealth contacts previously left alone were now being prosecuted to the full extent of the law. The MEH’s law. The Goddess’ law. Sasha’s Law.

Sasha’s Law was like Sasha’s Love. Hard and fast.


Command Room, CNS Datton

Forg couldn’t decide if he was lucky or he was fucked.

Here he had the President and Dictator on his ship, who promised promotions... until he learned he was on the Datton. And now his top boss was on the infirmary, fainted.

Yep, this day was just getting interesting. And not in a good way.

So what will it be? That promotion he promised, or an early discharge? Actually, both seem somewhat attractive results...

“Sir, long-range sensors are picking up major contacts!”

I thought too soon.

From all sides, the Datton found itself in trouble yet again, as the FAT FORCES of the MEH revealed themselves! A MEH force hypered in, but fortunately the Datton was still a ways off from them.

“Don’t panic! They may have not detected us yet!” shouted Forg.

“How can you know, sir!?” cried a scared crewman.

“I don’t!”

“Sir!” the sensor officer shrieked, repressed memories of Pendleton flooding back into his brain. “Those ships are getting too close to comfort!”

“Helmsman, get us out of here!” shouted Forg.

“With pleasure, sir!”

The Datton’s engines came alive, as the ship tried to do it’s best to gain time with distance.

“Sir, we’re detecting a transmission! From the flotilla!” shouted the communications technician.

“Is it for us?”, asked Forg.

“Not sure. Seems more like a general announcement.”

“Patch it through!”

The technician pushed a button, making the main screen turn on, and a heavy, bloated voiced filled the room.

“Stealth ship, we know you are here! Surrender the ‘Kiergy’ or be annihilated!”

‘Kiergy’? Who goes by that nickname?”, wondered Lieutenant Sorge.

“I think they’re talking about the Dic...” said Forg.

“You laserbrains!

The entire command room crew turned back to see a very pissed off Dirad Kierger, and the sight was enough to provoke some to hide behind or beneath their consoles.

“You shouldn’t have picked up that message! They could have figured out our position!”

“The risk was not high sir. We could afford it. It’s not if you could detect a ship that is patching in a transmission, especially if said transmission was more of a general one.”

“Only the captain of the Datton would say that.”

“It’s not as if I don’t learn from experience. Just being consistent from what everyone expects from me, sir.”

“Oh, a comedian, eh? Well, laugh this off, wise guy! As soon as we go home, I’m gonna find out who had the excellent idea of sending you buffoons to rescue me, when you couldn’t even save yourselves from the damn Anglians! I really don’t appreciate the joke!”

And with that, a fuming Kierger stormed off the command room in a huff.

Well, that went better than expected. He could have easily choked me to death any moment he wanted. With his ESP, of course, Forg thought. He decided not too think much about his recent luck, and returned to the task of trying to get out of the MEH alive.

“Hyperdrive status!”

The engine officer shouted, “We need a minute! Literally!”

“We don’t have a literal minute!”

“They’re opening fire!” E-meters went off the charts as the leading MEH ship unleashed a torrent of turboblaster fire. Everyone braced for impact, but the bolts went very far and very wide.

“They’re firing blindly, they haven’t seen through our cloak!” Forg said, hoping to all hopes what he said was actually true.

“The MEH ships are powering up their drives. They’re giving chase!”

“Kriff!”

The game was over. The MEH ships moved with incredible speeds for their incredible mass. Away from the Datton.

“What?!” Forg sputtered, before realization sank into his brain. He straightened himself and tried to look as smug as he could. “Oh, yes! What? They couldn’t see through our cloak? Of course they couldn’t! Those blind fools! They never had a chance, hah!”

Kierger rolled his eyes, appearing again all of a sudden.

“Just get us outta here.”

“At once sir. Hyperdrive ready?”

“All ready, sirs!”, said a happy engine officer. Indeed, the mood of the entire crew seemed rather perky. The Datton pulled through, for once.

“Jump!”, Forg ordered.

And so the Datton went into space...


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“SURRENDER MY KIERGY OR BE ANNIHILATED!”

The voice that shrieked through the bridge was no longer a bloated fat-man’s voice. No, it was a high-pitched wailing of a woman. The Leader Sasha had patched into the leading MEH pursuit ship, the extreme megacorvette Diverticulitis, and was screaming threats and profanities through subspace at the fleeing Klavostani stealth ship.

A spray of light turbolaser fire washed from the eight point defense mounts along the SWAT Megacorvette’s, a sheet of green that sprayed across the volume they believed their target to occupy. The LTL fire was far from dangerous at this range, even to such a soft target as Jaffar, but fringe effects, blasts of particles and scatter-radiation, began raining off the stealther’s abused sensor-baffle fields. This had the effect of massive-aggressive sensor radiations, creating a signature that could not be ignored or denied, and permitting the ferocious corvette to localize its target. With a bellow of ECM-rage, Divertculitis bore down upon poor, outmassed Jaffar like a charging hippopotamus, firing its mighty disruptor cannon as it came- cannon which would not have been out of place on the Klavostani Navy’s own capital ships!

Jaffar fired her engines wildly, describing intricate three-dimensional curves, but it was to no avail. At this close range, she couldn’t keep up the dance for long. The megacorvette’s massive disruptors were guided by droid fire directors of great computing power, all under the control of their glorious leader, Fire Master Ossuarius! These motivated droids soon learned to predict their victim’s evasive maneuvers from subtle cues- the warming of thruster nozzles, surges of shield power as defensive energy was allocated to whichever side of the ship was expected to be most exposed to enemy fire, and the like. Fattowatts of power slammed into the stealth ship’s thin, underpowered shields.
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The Klavostani returned fire, spiraling about her base course to allow snap-shots from the forward gun/sensorbulb’s beamcannon. These were ignored; as littleton range weapons they were inconsequential compared to the bigaton (or at least mediton)-range firepower the corvette was designed to withstand! Despairing, Captain Iago ordered his command’s handful of antimatter minemissiles launched, weapons designed for stealthy, deniable attacks and interdiction of enemy orbital spaces.

The missiles were slow in mine mode, but difficult to detect. The MEH point defense suite, cheerfully adding their tiny increment of LTL fire to the heavy disruptor blasts coming off the megacorvette’s wing guns, neglected the first pair of mines...
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But alas, even these weapons lacked the polyjoules to knock down the shields of a fully alert and operational megacorvette! With a jowled frown, the MEH captain simply shifted his turboblasters off the fleeing target, and concentrated his sensorbots’ efforts on detecting the incoming mines, destroying most and tanking the rest on Diverticulitis’ cruiser-grade defensive ray-shields. Jaffar’s captain bought himself some seconds of life in this way, by slightly reducing the volume of fire... but in the end, it made no difference.
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Killynyn System, Sector AA-25

Despite the fact that Shrooom Fighter had attracted a larger number of visitors than Killynyn usually received, the planet never was that crowded with ships to begin with, especially with significant Bragulan assets elsewhere. It was a perfect moment for anyone who wanted to do some business in secret.

That included the four Centrality stealth ships that just entered the system. They were advancing towards Killynyn itself under cloak.

The stealth carrier Relentless was already making itself ready to release its black ops teams. Inside one of the hangars, last-minute briefings were being made.

"CIS teams Whiskey, Tango, and Foxtrot will make a rapid insertion into the planet and land near the McCarthyville Arena. We will be disguised, but still, a low profile is recommeded. If you must kill some guards to mantain undetected, don't forget to hide the corpses. A handful of Special Corps black ops men will accompany us, and they will have holo-shrouds which will enable them to impersonate a Bragulan officer, preferably high-ranked compared to the usual Bragulan spectator. That way, we'll have a few agents giving us inside info while the others get into position. The rest of the Spec Corps teams will remain in the Relentless as backup, though I hope we won't have to call them up. The stealth ships will remain in orbit in case Francus gets into space somehow. Mission objective is to either capture or kill Francus and take him back to the Centrality even if he's dead. Got the gist of it?", said the head CIS officer.

The agents nodded.

"Alright. Inside the shuttles, now!"

The CIS agents ran for the shuttles, entering them as the engines of these began to warm up.

Vilyn Corbas noticed that someone unexpected was entering the shuttles as well.

It was Redav.

"Sir?," she spoke, and he stopped. "Why are you coming?"

"To ensure your success. Not to worry, I have a holo-shroud with me. These Bragulans won't tell who I am unless someone drops an EMP grenade."

As he entered, Corbas muttered, "I have a bad feeling about this."

The shuttles now had their cargo inside, and they flew away from the hangar. Immediately they activated their cloaks, and sped towards the planet of Killynyn.

McCarthyville People's Arena

Morel Francus had been there when the Silver Moon woman had fought Shroomka, and he was enjoying the whole show until he detected the tell-tale signs of telepathic contact. Somehow, that woman managed to break through Shroomka's programming, and did something to him. As soon as Shroomka screamed, Francus sent off a mental alarm to Julia, who swiftly ended the Silver Moon woman's attempt to 'deprogram' Shroomka. Now here he was, in R. Julia's prescence.

"Francus, this is unacceptable. That Zara nearly cost me my greatest fighter! You are the expert in mental issues: what happened?", Julia said, his face full of anger.

"Mr. Julia, it seems the programming we used on Shroomka was not enough to prevent a determined psychic attack," Francus spoke carefully. "I probed his mind after the...incident, and I discovered that Shroomka's memories were flooding back to him, so much that they caused incapacitating psychic pain. The programming is damaged, Julia. Patching it up is possible-"

"Then make the necessary arrangements, Mr. Francus. As they say, the show must go on."

"What about the Silver Moon Woman?"

"Oh, Granny Goodness is having fun with her. I won't say the details, but there is a lot of pain involved. I'd like you to pay a visit to her once you finish your business with Shroomka, Francus. She'd love to hear about Centralist methods of coercion."

Francus laughed. "I'll make it my next task, Mr. Julia."

Tarich Zozze was no ESPer, but he knew that being near Bragulans was like being near a dragon. You blinked, they would stomp you. Forever. He wondered what Lacio and Sakolo were up to. Probably still playing as guards, like him. And he didn't know where Fivi was, though something told him she was around here somewhere.

"Human!"

Zozze looked to see three "Bragulans" right in front of him, and he did everything he could to stay cool.

"Dis is the way to Shroom Fighter?", said the commissar-looking Bragulan.

"Da. Ticket booth is behind me."

"Good!"

As the "Bragulans" passed him, one seemed to drop something. Zozze picked it up.

It was a coin.

"Sirs! You dropped this!"

The "Bragulans" ignored him, talking to the man in the ticket booth. Zozze noticed something strange. The commisar-looking "Bragulan" waved his hand, and the ticket collector seemed to agree to their entry somewhat automatically. Other Bragulan commissars never did such a thing when they came to enter. Zozze immediately thought, ESP. But no Bragulan has ever shown worthwhile ESP potential. And if one did show ESP, I doubt the Bragulans would keep it quiet for long. Which means...

Zozze looked at the coin again, and this time he saw what it really was.

It was a Centralite. And it could only mean one thing...

Shit, the CIS is making its move now!

All too easy, thought Redav. He expected security to be more tight than this, but the anti-ESP measures were not so strong in the area he and his "Specs" entered, and so they were amongst Bragulans. The holo-shrouds were working like a charm. Right now, he and his "Specs" were trying to get into the front seats, or at least as near to them as possible. Redav made sure his "Specs" didn't go too far from him. For they aren't really Specs, he thought.

He had brought select members of the Order of the Black Star for this mission, and the two "Specs" were OBS Hunters doubly disguised. They were skilled enough for the task Lord Redav was aiming for. That task, however, seemed increasingly unlikely. Security would obviously be greater here, and he could not simply go into the arena himself without revealing his intentions.

I cannot kill that Silver Moon woman without revealing myself, and it may attract the attention of Francus. Blasted conflicting objectives!

Ultimately, he whispered mentally to his "Bragulan" Hunters, The Silver Moon woman is unreachable to us. Hopefully we can witness this tournament destroying her. Let her inevitable fate come. Our other mission has priority.

He hoped the CIS teams were already getting into position...
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FROD Mavy mecha on deployment.

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Commodore Coffee of Task Force Cuntpuncher.
THE PREFECTURE, TESTINGSTAN - Smarm-Star General of the Smarmies Montgommery Strak has announced that the FROD Force has completed exercises in the neighboring nation of the People’s Republic of Fuck Yeah and will be proceeding towards either the Shinra Republic or Klavostan in preparation for deployment.

“The current rendezvous point has not been determined yet. We are currently communicating with the Shinrans and the Klavostanis, and are in the process of determining the precise zone of operations (ZOO) of the coalition forces,” General Strak stated in a press conference at the Tentagon together with his maval counterpart, Commodore Coffee, who is in charge of the FROD Force’s maval component.

When asked as about the presence of a joint Bragulan-Chamarran force near the MEH borders, and rumors of other forces - ranging from Eoghan and Atlantean, to Refugee ships - coalescing around the region, the General simply shrugged and simply said: “Who knew?”

The Commodore had more to add, however.

“Those bear mofos and the cat chicks have obviously been training for something big for months now. Unfortunately, our coalition forces have not had such a luxury. In order to inter-operate with maximum efficiency, we’ll need to have a crash course in large-scale multinational naval operations,” Commodore Coffee commented. “We saw what happened on Pendleton, and how the combined forces almost got floored in the face of something new and unexpected. We don’t want a repeat of that. But at least, this time the coalition won’t be at a shortage of firepower, so that’s something.”

When asked as to where the most likely deployment area of Coalition and FROD Forces would be in the antispinward area, General Strak said that no further details could be given, as to preserve operational security.

Commodore Coffee had something else to add, however.

“Winning,” he said. “That’s where we’ll be, alright.”

Other concerns include the potential for a race to capture MEH leadership figures, up to and including their supreme leader Sasha.

“Well, I’d definitely want to tap her first,” Coffee admitted. “Though I heard someone else got to her first but wussed out. Puss-”

The Commodore was quickly interrupted by General Strak, who broke down the exact disposition of the FROD Force bound for the antispinward. According to the General, ten Mavy warships will be sent to form the Task Force Cuntpuncher, namely the MFS Cornholio, Penetrator, Darwinian Selection Mechanism(Sexual), Masturbating Walrus, Anus Pervasor II, Bumbling Hierophant, Ass Blaster, Countdown to Liquor Day, RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II, and the Commodore’s own flagship the MFS Mighty Penis.

These ships will be joined by no less than five hundred various multirole aerospace combat fighting machines from the Smarmy and the Chair Force. These mecha will be the primary orbital fighters and planetary combat units of the FROD Forces, and are expected to play a key role in combined Coalition operations.

This will be the single largest interstellar deployment of FROD Forces in the history of Ford Prefect’s Country.

“Frodspeed, everyone.” President Garrison Ford said as the forces departed from Testingstan.
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His Eminence the Pope Jeremiah XVIIX, Bishop of Españia
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Nueva Cordoba, Estella Real de Españia - His Holiness Pope Jeremiah XVIIX, Bishop of España, has condemned the pronouncements of the Byzantine Ecumenical Patriarch Innokenti as the "deranged ravings of a madman preaching to a misguided flock of heterodox worshipers of a false prophet claiming godhead". This comes as a response to the Byzantine Patriarch's latest bizarrity, a public condemnation of those who speak the Españish tongue, excomunicating them from the Byzantine Church and damning them to hell.

"Such madness comes from the forked tongue of those who follow the path of the false-prophet and his church of hate," the Holy Father said in his sternest ever rebuke of what the True Church considers to be heterodox schismatics of the worst order. "The intolerance and cruelty displayed by these preachers of hate is an abomination to all true believers of Christ and is against all the teachings of love, mercy and understanding professed by the Son of God - who gave his life to bring an end to all the wrongs in the world.

"This Emperor their church of hate venerates is the physical embodiment of all that is wrong and evil, and in their blindness they call him a god, like a golden bull on a golden throne worshiped by a wayward flock deceived by the supreme father of lies."

The Church has been at odds with the Byzantine Orthodoxy for centuries, and where the Papacy has relaxed relations with diverse sects such as the Anglican Church of Anglia, the Dominionites and even the Zigonian Catholic Church, relations with Byzantium have never thawed to such a degree.

"If the church of hate wishes to seal themselves off from worlds and peoples of Españiard heritage, then so be it, as the Catholic faithful of these worlds will be spared from the false-prophet's virulent and poisonous beliefs. It is a blessing then, as we shall be kept safe from their blandishments. The Archdiocese of Españia, together with dioceses throughout space, have rebuked Byzantium for their folly.

"With the authority of the Church of Saint Peter, I thus declare the self-styled heterodox patriarch Innokenti and his repugnant false-god, Heraclius XX Komnenos to be arch-heretics of the highest order and excommunicate them from Christianity."

This announcement was welcomed in countless Catholic worlds throughout the Spin Zone and elsewhere. Amongst the first to join His Eminence in rebuking the Byzantines was Archbishop Cardinal Sin, Primate of the Feelipeens, Archbishop Arancedo of Argenti Santa de la Vera Cruz, and Bishop Baryonyx Sarcosuchus of Celeste.
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The famous Zigonian theologian Cadborosurus has backed Bishop Jeremiah XVIIX in his condemnation of Ignatius Innokenti XXI, Patriarch of the Byzantine Orthodox Church. Cadborosurus joined the Patriarch of Nueva Cordoba in denouncing Innokenti's "continued adherence to heretical heterophysite teachings", calling the excommunication 'legitimate under the canon law of the Universal Church".

Says Cadborosurus: "It bears keeping in mind that excommunication is not some arbitrary punishment of those the Church does not like. Nay: it is a spiritual condemnation. As the Apostle Paul of Tarsus wrote in his message to the Galatians, 'But even if we, or an angel from Heaven, should preach to you a gospel contrary to what we have preached to you, he is to be anathema!' Innokenti incurred a latae sententiae excommunication the moment he committed the offense of putting his so-called God-Emperor before Christ Almighty. This is base heresy, and Canon Law is quite clear on the punishments for such."

Father Cadborosurus is a theological consultant to the Bishop of Zigon, Crocodylus Pontifex. According to the canon of the Universal Catholic Church as established by the Third Tharsis Council of 2931 the bishops of Rome, Constantinople (on Nova Terra), Zigon, Nueva Cordoba, Byzantium, etc. are all given status as Patriarchs with the Bishop of Rome acting as the primus inter pares amongst them; an organization similar to the communion between Roman Catholic, Eastern Orthodox and Oriental Orthodox churches in the time before the Vatican IV unification. Each of these Patriarchs is responsible for the bishops and churches in one of the primary apostolic centres of Christianity.

The Byzantine Orthodox Church' reverence to the God Emperor as a living saint or even incarnation of the Messiah has long chafed with the traditionally Christological dogmas of the other Churches. Heterophysitism holds that Heraclius XX Komnenos' once had a human body and mind, but that at an indeterminate point in time the Divine Logos had taken their place, "dissolving his human nature like a drop of honey in the sea". This unorthodox view was rejected by the other Churches at the Council of Acisclus in 3225.

Excommunicated believers are still members of the Universal Church and remain bound by obligations such as attending Mass, even though they are barred from receiving the Eucharist and from taking an active part in the liturgy. However, their communion with the Church is considered gravely impaired. They are also forbidden to exercise any ecclesiastical office, though it very much remains to be seen if the ecclesiastical condemnation of his peers will deter Ignatius Innokenti.

Father Cadborosurus also pointed out that "the use of languages other than Latin to celeberate the Holy Mass was legitimized at the Vatican II council. According to Canon Law, Innokenti has no cause to excommunicate anyone for worshipping the Almighty in their preferred tongue".

The Zigonian went on to lament Bishop Jeremiah's perjorative use of the phrase 'forked tongue'. "The snake is no more to blame than the fruit from the Tree," according to the alien theologian. "We are all created fallible, as poor Innokenti demonstrates."
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The Great Frustration

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Thamasa Sector, Shinra Republic

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The Imperial Armada emerged out of the Warp not far on the Shinran system designated as the staging zone and made their way towards the main planet of the star system. It was more or less the appointed date for the rendezvous. The Imperial Navy was eager to go to battle. They had spent the last few months drilling, consuming the resources of entire star systems, and were fully supplied for months long conflict if required.

They found nothing. Not a single bit of preparation. All they found were some freighter ships moving lazily on the star lanes, and some Shinran warships approaching furtively to the coming Imperial armada.

Rus Komnenos was non-plussed. He knew of the legendary lack of a vertebrae of some of the human empires of the galaxy, but this was simply too much. Apparently, either the stupid albinos had penetrated the deep echelons of the Shinran military forces, or the lackadaisical and hopelessly lazy humans had forgotten that they were the ones who called for a council of war and wanted to wage it against the MEH.

Rus glowered at the viewscreen. He turned to the Lord Inquisitor of the Ordos Diplomatica and asked, “Where the damnable hells are the preparations for war? Where are the rest of the human coalition? Where in heck is everyone!?”

The Lord Inquisitor merely shrugged. “I have no idea, my lord. It seems that despite us arriving a day too early, no one seemed to have bothered to come.”

Rus was fast turning red. “At least the Bears were punctual. What is wrong with these humans? Have they truly lost the use of the vertebrae after all these centuries of evolution? Did they rip them out? Have they become as slothful as those fat bastards of the MEH? Have they gotten too stupid and lazy? Or are they begging to stay at home because Mommy said no to their great adventure?”

The Inquisitor chose not to say anything. He knew that Rus Komnenos was not in a good mood and was about to do something outrageous again. But he decided to ask anyway what the Strategos Primus wanted to do. “What do you suppose we do, my Lord?”

Rus looked at the Inquisitor with a glare that caused the latter to squirm. “Tell the damn Shinrans that they better get the war started soon, or we are going to entertain ourselves through other means. Like say... an impromptu exercise right here, so that they may see our warrior prowess.” He turned to the viewscreen. “We will start by blowing up that asteroid field. We might as well have some target practice. And oh, have the Mechanicus strip mine the debris. We might as well replace the munitions we use up here.”

One of the communication officer turned and yelled, “My Lord Strategos Primus, it seems that the Shinran coast guard want us to move off from the hyperspace lane. Seems that no ship is getting into the system while stay here.”

Rus gave a feral grin. “Tell them they can get stuffed and the only way we are going to budge is if the fucking lazy bastards get their fat arses moving. Now, let’s have some fun while we wait. No sense wasting our precious time here. Set up the exclusion zone, and begin the exercises!”

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Near Thamasa Sector, Shinra Republic
Nova-class Dreadnought Steel Fist, Centralist First Armada


"What?! What do you mean we can't enter?!", shouted a furious Grand Admiral Noslen Yeslah towards the hologram of the Shinran officer in front of him.

"You haven't been cleared for entering the Coalition, so I just can't let you pass", said the Shinran.

"Balls! We have as much of a stake in this as you do, if not more! So let us pass!"

"Sorry sir. We cannot."

"We're not leaving, you hear me! We're staying here until your leaders are polite enough to let us pass! Tell them to stop fucking around! End transmission!"

The hologram disappeared.

Yeslah was fuming. He hated it when he commanded a massive fleet that did nothing but parades. He wanted action! Something that made his rank mean something!

"Get me the Admirals!"

"Yes sir!"

In a few minutes, the holograms of Admirals Groven and Tardis were present.

"This is what we're going to do, gentlemen! We're going to do some excersices here. No ship will come into our zone unless we say so or the Dictator commands! First order of business is to blast the asteroid fields nearby! And strip-mine what remains in order to replenish the Armada! We will continue this until the Shinrans allow us into their rendevous zone!", shouted Yeslah.

"That is provocative, sir,", said Admiral Groven.

"Are you sure the neighbouring nations will permit us to do so?," questioned Admiral Tardis.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's the Shinrans' own damn fault we are doing this. Serves them right for their laziness. Now let's do some target practice! We might as well attack the MEH ourselves! Hahahaha!"
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Killing the fourth-richest man in an entire star nation would have provoked a manhunt. Killing the son of the fourth richest man in that star nation instead not only kicked off a manhunt, but one with the backing of every politician the fourth richest man in the aforementioned star nation had ever bought. That put things on an entire new level.

Most manhunts, for example, do not involve task-force-level naval deployments.
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"We can use this." Junior Director Yvette Helendale murmured quietly, standing with her arms folded facing a holotank whose contents would have greatly interested quite a large number of naval officers from both the Royal Kingdom of Scarlet and the Midnight Confederation. She paused for a few moments, then reached out to touch the icon for one of the Royal Navy Patrol Task Forces, additional displays responding to the 'touch' and unfurling to either side of the icon like a set of very informative wings.

Terse, somewhat rough words rolled over her shoulder from behind, the woman twitching and straightening up noticeably, "Use what?"

The apparently middle-aged blonde turned quickly to face the lined, white-haired face of Deep Purple's Director of Operations, a face set in a near-perpetual scowl. "Director Naismith, I didn't notice you were there," she replied, buying a moment to order her thoughts.

"That was exceedingly self-evident, Miss Helendale. Now, assuming that you have had time to frame your reply, by all means deliver it."

Dammit, I know he's not a telepath! raced through the woman's mind even as she opened her mouth to reply, "Certainly, Director. One of the leads RSIS has turned up points to a possible escape craft last sighted by the border posts burning anti-spinward and rimward at speed. Finnigan's got friends," that understatement drew an audible snort from Naismith and an answering wry smile from Helendale, "And the Navy is pulling two PTFs from border duties and spacing them in a search pattern. We actually had to intervene to keep Finnigan from shaking loose the Second Fleet altogether, actually."

"Figures. Old man always took things personally. Then again, it'd be hard not to in a case like this." Naismith's reply betrayed more than a little familiarity with the elder Finnigan, something that caused one of Yvette's eyebrows to twitch in mostly-suppressed curiousity.

"Indeed. In any case, both are headed out in the direction after it, one's going to bend up and around Haruhiist space to Coreward, the other is going to slide down between them and the Byzantines and follow the shoals down. I'm going to get my people in the second PTF, because that's also a decent route down to the rough area--"

Naismith cut in with an understanding nod, "Where 'something happened' that we need to know more of. And this gets us a presence down there with Royal Navy backup if things go pear-shaped. Who were you planning to send?"

"I'm going to build a RSIS team around Armando Ruiz. He's the forensic telepath who gave us our best information to begin with as well as the one who got us a face for the Finnigan killer. I'll have a few other agents in place, the rest...well, it won't be hard to find Reds for the job; RSIS is pretty pissed about this whole affair."

"Good plan, you have my approval. One other thing...I hear that area of space can need a hell of cleaning sometimes." Naismith's reply raised the woman's eyebrows sharply, the unspoken instruction clearly understood. "You have a busy day ahead of you, Miss Helendale. I'll leave you to it."

As Naismith turned to leave, Yvette finally let her surprise appear openly on her face for a few moments. Custodians? He wants Custodians on the team? What does he know...
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Casual, even rough clothes worn on duty felt...off. Ruiz shrugged and tugged at the leather jacket he habitually wore on days off work, the old, comfortable outfit feeling oddly stiff and ill-fitting compared to his usual suit despite its familiarity. He glanced over his shoulder as he walked across the spaceport tarmac, cracking a grin at his partner's matching discomfort in the eyestabbingly-yellow shirt that humanity still referred to as 'Hawaiian.'

It's a shame Ray wouldn't understand Deep Purple. Ah well, not the first.

As the pair cleared the edge of a boxy bulk freighter and came into view of 'their' ship, such distractions were forgotten. Both men slowed in their pace as their eyes ran across its aging lines, finally stopping and turning to one another.

There was a moment of silence, which the dark-skinned Ray broke first, "What a piece of shit."

Ruiz burst out laughing at the blunt words, nodding in agreement with a broad grin, "You said it. Good thing, too."

Both men nodded and resumed their walk towards the waiting craft. A tramp freighter, poorly maintained and of a type with a notoriously-small fuel capacity could never make it as far as their quarry would likely have run towards. The perfect first layer for a cover, given how they would really be traveling.

Ruiz slapped a control by the boarding ramp as the two finished boarding, wincing at the audible squealing rasp as poorly-oiled hydraulics pulled the ramp shut and clamps sealed it in place. The intercom beside the hatch controls just gave out a hiss of static as he tried to call the bridge, leaving him snorting and shaking his head.

"Did RSIS have to make our cover this authentic?"

With his partner's laughter dogging his heels, Ruiz made his way across the cargo bay and pulled open the hatch to the crew spaces. A tightly-clustered lump of compartments, the cockpit, engine room, washroom, and cabins were all clustered together around a commons area. Several heads turned at the groan of the hatch, greeting the last two arrivals with two nods, a wave, a 'heya Arm, Ray!' from and a 'welcome aboard!' shouted through the open hatch to the cockpit. Before either of the new arrivals could reply, a weathered middle-aged man turned and shouted back through the hatch, "Everyone's on board, punch it.

Without waiting for a reply, the man spoke up again, "Suggest you all strap in. I've seen the specs, this thing's compensator doesn't always synch up right aw--too late."

There was a brief moment of sudden thrust, dropping both Ruiz and his partner, Raymond Parks, to the deck with surprised yells before the acceleration seemed to fade away as the compensator system kicked in. The loud grumbling sound of the engines set several loose items to shivering and rolling about the cabin as the two RSIS agents stood up again--laughing.

"Good to see you two, I didn't know what was gong on when they pulled me out of the lab," the petite blonde woman, her long hair allowed to spill down her back now that she wasn't working a remarkably bloody crime scene, called over with a smile.

"You too, Cass. Field work, and out-Kingdom too. That's a change of pace." Ray replied while Ruiz just smiled and then looked over to the unfamiliar faces. Without spoken question, they began to introduce themselves.

"Ryan Edison, RSMC scout-sniper," volunteered a young, wiry figure with short-cropped black hair.

"Brianna Iona..." the short, curvy redhead trailed off hesitantly, then shrugged and added, "And you're all cleared, so...Custodian."

That drew every eye in the cabin except for the older-looking man, along with a 'Wait, WHAT?' from the cockpit. While the relative silence still held, the man just smiled and spoke up himself, "Wayne Youngblood, Custodian."

The incredulous voice from the open cockpit hatch called back, "Waitwaitwait, two of you?"

Having someone say what every other non-Custodian aboard the ship had been thinking broken the silence at last with a ripple of laughter that traveled around the commons. As it died down into chuckles, Ryan jerked a thumb backwards at the cockpit hatch, "Miss Excitable up there is Susan Thompson, Royal Navy, gunship pilot, former merchant spacer."

Ruiz just shook his head back and forth in the quiet that followed, finally speaking up again with a bemused expression, "This is one hell of a team, I'll have to run to keep up. Since we're doing introductions, I'm Armando Ruiz, Royal Scarlet Investigative Service Forensic Telepath. This is Raymond Parks, my partner." He paused for a moment, then cocked his head aside slightly, "Are any of you espers? It may or may not become relevant, but I'd like to know in advance."

Brianna nodded curtly and replied, "Moderate telepathy, extremely strong physical enhancement, very minor telekinesis."

Parks swallowed quietly at the revelation... he'd been wondering how someone that short and lightweight could qualify for the notoriously-tough Custodians; that answered the question.

"Well, it'll be a pleasure working with all of you, I imagine we'll be making rendezvous with the Negotiable Anger soon..."

"Two minutes, sir," came back from the cockpit.

"Thank you, Susan, but we're civilians for the duration in case we need to go in covertly. Strike that, when we need to go in covertly." Ruiz replied, a touch of a sharp edge inflecting his voice.

"Yes sir, sorry s--dammit. Sorry Ruiz."

He replied with a laugh, one picked up by several others in the compartment, "Please, just Arm. That's why I wanted to start early, we need to be comfortable being casual with each other if we're going to make this work."
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The small, battered transport vanished inside the hangar bay of one of the two carriers in low orbit over the planet. Minutes later, the entire sixteen-ship squadron began burning for the system's hyper limit.
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Fingolfin_Noldor wrote:The Great Frustration

Thamasa Sector, Shinra Republic
With credit to Beowulf for the idea, and Simon_Jester for his contributions

SRS Ragnarok - Ten Lightyears Outside the Corel System, Thamasa Sector, Shinra Republic

Grand Admiral Gilad Pellaeon was discussing the upcoming operation with the Umerian Third Technarch for Security Jack Holloway when panicked reports of the Byzantine armada causing a disturbance in the Corel System.

"What the fuck are those drugged up steroid freaks doing?" he asked aloud. It was not the proper decorum of a senior naval officer, but he couldn't stop the thought once it had formed.

Technarch Holloway's only response was a low growl - then he spat into the nearest wastebasket. "Kind of sad. Who'd they send to run this thing, Rus?"

"Yes," replied Admiral Pellaeon. "Do you know something I don't?"

"He's probably drunk right now," answered Holloway.

"Oh. Wonderful." Admiral Pellaeon stood up from the flag chair. "Get us to the Corel System, now. Signal the rest of the fleet to remain. Only our immediate escorts will follow."

"Aye, Admiral."

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Very soon, the Ragnarok and her escorts entered the Corel System. There they were greeted up angry calls from the local system defense forces, and Byzantine forces making a general ruckus.

"Open a channel to the Byzantine flagship."

"Channel open, Admiral."

"Tyrant's Dominion, this is Grand Admiral Gilad Pellaeon of the Shinra Republic Navy. You will cease your exercise, cancel the exclusion zone, recall your ships, and get the Hell out of our transit lane immediately."

Rus Komenenos responded. "We were tired of waiting for you to get here, Admiral. So we decided to conduct preparations ourselves."

Those idiots, thought Pellaeon. Aloud, he said, "We've been waiting for you, Strategos. Ten lightyears from this system. At the actual staging zone." He could see Komenenos beginning to form a reply, but continued before the Byzantine could say anything. "Now you will stand down your fleet and proceed to the coordinates we are sending you to rendevous with the task force. And rest assured, once we get there, we will be discussing this matter further. Pellaeon out."

It took a few tense minutes, but eventually the Imperial Armada began to comply. Once the last Byzantine ship had jumped out, Admiral Pellaeon ordered the Ragnarok to follow. "Was it just me, or did he seem intoxicated to you?"

"It wasn't just you, Admiral," replied Jack Holloway. "So you will be 'discussing the matter further' Admiral?"

"Yes. I figured on the small planetoid we've been using for our meetings."

Jack Holloway nodded. "You know that honor guard I brought?"

"Yes?"

"Think I should round 'em up? We may need all the muscle we can get."

"Good idea, Jack. We may need them."
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Force Lord wrote:Near Thamasa Sector, Shinra Republic
Nova-class Dreadnought Steel Fist, Centralist First Armada
The fleet carrier SRS Tiger's Claw dropped out of hyperspace before the Centralist First Armada.

"Steel Fist, this is the Admiral Tolwyn of the Tiger's Claw. Please cease your activities at once."

"Admiral Tolwyn, this is Grand Admiral Noslen Yeslah of the Central Star Navy. Why have we been denied entry to the coalition fleet?"

"We apologize, Grand Admiral. It appears there was a communications failure. It was not helped by the Byzantines jumping into one of our systems and causing a disturbance. Due to the Byzantine's rash actions, there was a good deal of confusion amongst our system defense forces. Again, I offer our apologies. We will transmit to you the coordinates of the coalition staging area at once."

"Very well," replied Grand Admiral Yeslah. "I'll accept your government's apologies. I hope such 'mishaps' do not occur in the future."

"So do we, Grand Admiral. If certain members of our coalition can learn to restrain themselves, it would help avoid such incidents in the future."

Grand Admiral Yeslah merely nodded at this. He knew full well the Byzantines had a certain reputation. And, to be truthful, he was glad that it wasn't his nation that had caused an incident, for once. Well, this could be an incident. But they're not blaming us for it, so I'll take what I can get.

Within moments, the ships jumped into hyperspace to join the allied fleet.
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Force Lord wrote:"This is what we're going to do, gentlemen! We're going to do some excersices here. No ship will come into our zone unless we say so or the Dictator commands! First order of business is to blast the asteroid fields nearby! And strip-mine what remains in order to replenish the Armada! We will continue this until the Shinrans allow us into their rendevous zone!", shouted Yeslah.

"That is provocative, sir,", said Admiral Groven.

"Are you sure the neighbouring nations will permit us to do so?," questioned Admiral Tardis.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's the Shinrans' own damn fault we are doing this. Serves them right for their laziness. Now let's do some target practice! We might as well attack the MEH ourselves! Hahahaha!"
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"HOW DARE THEY?!" Rus bellowed in rage as he watched the Centralite fleet commence exercises not too far from their own Byzantine fleet. "Those baseborn curs dare deign us with such a mockery of our actions? They will pay for their pale imitations! Signal the fleet, we shall meet the Centralists and show them the folly of their foolishness!"

With that command, Rus ripped a great goblet-chalice from the mechadendrites of a servitor and drank the blood wine down with one gulp. He belched and threw the stained cup away.

"BAH!" he stabbed the servitor with his sword and brought his weapon towards his squire. "Such an insufficient drink! Someone, you! Bring me some of the Bragulan elixirs from the Foodulum! Now, damn it!"

As the squire ran for his life into the deepest catacombs of the Battle Barge to fetch another chalice from the Foodulum, the rest of the great Byzantine fleet moved towards their destination. With a great shudder and scream of warp energies, their great metal forms transubstantiated into the miasma of the Immaterium for a briefest moment before returning to reality - their entrance carving a great wound of unholy light through the blackness of space.

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The Centralist fleet was there, laid low before the titanic Byzantine warships and their gothic cathedral-hulls. It was then that the voice of Rus Komenenos, son of the God-Emperor of Man, bellowed through the aether itself.

"Fools! Those are our asteroids you are destroying!" he growled at the Centralites before downing another grail of Bragulan liquor. "You think you Centralites can one up us?! You think your pathetic forces can compare to the majesty of the Byzantine Imperium's swift fleets? You are sorely mistaken!"

The massive Byzantine fleet moved to encircle the Centralists, despite their cries of protestations and their feeble 'exclusion zone' or some such.

Rus began to laugh.

He began to laugh.

It was just then, before anything else could happen, that the Shinran flagship arrived just in time to save the Centralites' skin.

"Tyrant's Dominion, this is Grand Admiral Gilad Pellaeon of the Shinra Republic Navy. You will cease your exercise, cancel the exclusion zone, recall your ships, and get the Hell out of our transit lane immediately."

"We were tired of waiting for you to get here, Admiral. So we decided to conduct preparations ourselves." Rus laughed, looking at the beleaguered Centralist ships on the verge of being englobulated by the Byzantine armada.

"We've been waiting for you, Strategos. Ten lightyears from this system. At the actual staging zone."

Rus laughed. Waiting? Waiting?! What gall! Who were those fools fooling? Before he could even regain his breath, the Shinran continued.

"Now you will stand down your fleet and proceed to the coordinates we are sending you to rendevous with the task force. And rest assured, once we get there, we will be discussing this matter further. Pellaeon out."

Rus downed another goblet and tossed it aside.

"Leave it to the albinos to ruin our fun. What a truly dour boring people," he grumbled. "Come, spare the Centralists for now. Let's see what manner of men await us at their supposed rendezvous point."
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DANGER: Possibly non-canon:
"Fools! Those are our asteroids you are destroying!" he growled at the Centralites before downing another grail of Bragulan liquor. "You think you Centralites can one up us?! You think your pathetic forces can compare to the majesty of the Byzantine Imperium's swift fleets? You are sorely mistaken!"

The massive Byzantine fleet moved to encircle the Centralists, despite their cries of protestations and their feeble 'exclusion zone' or some such.

Rus began to laugh.

He began to laugh.
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Centralist First Armada
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Just After the Byzantines Start Hassling Them


"Admiral, we have Byzantine ships in sector four-seven!"

"Trying to set a trap. Any active fire control?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Acknowledged." Admiral Yeslah paused to think for a moment. "If they open fire, I want you to get closer."

"Closer?"

"Yes, I said closer! Get in as close as you can, and engage those battle barges at point blank range!"

"At that close range, we won't last long against those lance batteries..."

"We'll last longer than we would against those nova cannon! And we'll damn sure take a lot of them with us!"

"I hope it doesn't come to this. This feels... wrong somehow."

"I know."

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The Centrality
IN GODDAMN UNREAL TIME


"The Byzantines were about to do what to our force?!", shouted a livid Dirad Kierger.

"The Shinrans confirmed it sir. It appears the Byzantines did not take kindly to our...imitation of their actions in the Thamasa Sector of Shinran Space. Reports say that the Byzantine fleet attempted to encircle the First Armada, and it was only the intervention of the Shinrans that prevented a bloodbath," explained Cracus Vompey.

"This will surely make those hawks in the Party demand an increase in our commitment, including those whose support I need. Well then, they'll have it. Order the 3rd Fleet to prepare for possible dispatch to the Shinran rendevous, and bring up an additional 400 million ground-pounders for the same. I really hope that I may not have to actually send them there."

"Your political support is not that good?", asked Vompey.

"New guys like me have to work extra hard to rule. Considering how cutthroat our politics are, I can't do X without causing Y. And I don't really want to know what Y may mean. Heck, I dearly want the MEH dead, but since the Coalition's pretty big, I hoped to achieve the victory without spending too much blood. But then the Byzantines pull this, and the hawks scream at me for not 'supporting the troops'. Politics is politics, I guess."

"I see sir. I will inform the Armed Forces of this new development."

Result: I may send an additional 7,875 points of warships and 4,000 points of ground troops to reinforce the units I already have on the Shinran rendevous. Note that this isn't a firm decision yet. I might yet end up canceling this scheme. All depends on the story. By all appearances, Kierger's just trying to find a way to satisfy the war hawks in his Party. He may yet have his way and fix the Centrality's commitment to the current level.
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Ascendant capital ships usually housed conference rooms of some size, in case they ever had to host a fleet-level conference or a diplomatic meeting. Dame Sikala I’s was filled to capacity now, more than a hundred captains and executive officers clustered around the oval table. Far more guests were present than the room had chairs for, of course, so the more junior officers leaned against the walls or stood wherever there was space. At the head of the table sat Admiral Elizabeth Seagrace, Countess New Baerne, looking as though she were concentrating very hard on something. At her right hand was Captain James la Grange, her chief of staff, and on her left was Captain Louis Treville, who sat with the air of someone who would rather be anywhere else.

“Ladies and gentlebeings, “ began the Admiral, “while I hesitate to use such a clichéd phrase, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve called you here.” There were nods of assent from around the room. “You are all worldly individuals; you know what is happening to our beloved nation. We are, ladies and gentlebeings, on the brink of the abyss. Order and stability have lasted these past centuries, but that will change if we continue on our present road. This road began with the assassination of Lady Sikala, the perpetrators of which remain unknown and unpunished. You all know this, of course.

“What you do not know is that the perpetrators of this attack on all the Ascendancy stands for, while still unpunished, are not unknown any longer. Thanks to Captain Treville, we can see that the second imbalance is corrected as soon as possible.”

“Admiral, you must tell us who’s responsible! They will pay for their crimes!” The outburst came from a tall, blonde commodore, the commander of a cruiser squadron, and similar shouts were close behind it.

“Officers of the Ascendant Starfleet!” Admiral Seagrace’s cut through the rising tide of comments and questions like a hot knife through butter. “Hear me now. The criminals who killed the Lady Ascendant are highly placed, in the nobility and even, though it shames me to say, in the Starfleet. Action against them could be called treason. If anyone is not willing to do what is right, what is necessary, leave now and I shall not hold it against you. But if you feel as I feel, if you think as I think, then join me! It will be treason if we fail, but the rescue of the entire nation if we succeed. Follow me, my officers, to victory!”

A few moments’ stunned silence, stretching for what seemed like years, as each commander weighed the words of their loyalty oaths against their purpose. As the faces of more and more officers became set with resolution, Seagrace fought to hold a smile off her face - it was going to work!

The blonde commodore rose solemnly, uncomfortably aware that she was about to enter the history books. The entire group waited with baited breath, eager to hear what she would say - a negative response would break the magic of the moment and turn the Admiral from a visionary leader into a conspiracy-mad traitor, while a positive one might just sweep the others along with it. The commodore cleared her throat and said in a steady voice, “My squadron’s with you, Admiral. When do we sail?”

The reaction from the rest of the room was immediate. These men, women, and aliens trusted Admiral Seagrace; they had served together for years. It would have taken swift action to keep them from following her, and that chance was lost now. The conspiracy that had almost plunged the Ascendancy into chaos now had a real opponent.
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Part One
Part Two
Part Three

Brewstation part 4

Dharaz pulled Kispin over the mashed together safety hatch that had been welded into the wall halfway up. Kispin was cursing a little under his breathe, his hook hand being more than worthless in navigating the scrap heap the Eoghan sailor was moving through. Dharaz was grateful that since the sailor was so bruised and battered he wasn't trying to jump about or run on all fours, as his ilk usually moved about like.

The narrow passage was interspersed with old escape pod storage racks (the pods were all looted for Killa Kan bodies o' course). A rope ladder and pulley ascended up the shaft that the pods were supposed to fire out from, with the little blue and grey mongoosoid almost all the way up.

Dharaz climbed up a crate that was part of a stash of looted junk sorted long ago, and put his ear to the grate that had been nailed across a hole in the ceiling. Above, the sailor he was trailing spoke to another. Dharaz caught the trailing end of "... to board. >Permission granted."

Dharaz stepped down. Either it was an Eoghan trading ship, which was unlikely; or it was a ship of war sent out far away for some stupid reason.

His comm spike beeped,"Rhy'kir to Dharaz loading has started. We'll be short but not too much. It looks like a good batch."

"I'll be back soon enuff. I found something interesting, might be good enough to loot and scoot."

Why were the Eoghans here? To spy on da Waagh wouldn't be right if dey were walking about da lace like they owned it. Same would be true if dey were looking for a fight. Dat left talking or trading as the most likely things. Well they could be out just for repairs, but that was a doubious third.

If they was traders they wouldn't be picking as many fights, and dey'd be foolish to trade booze at a brewstation; which was what Dharaz was in need of. And gun runners would still be at BEEEF. So they would be talking most likely. And they'd likely bring a peace offering to get da tongues working freely, and nothing worked better than booze.

He smiled, just what he was looking for. He pulled up his comm-spike, "Rhy'kir dis is Dharaz. Ask Beneek if he knows about any little fuzzy Ee's at the station."

"Yes, asking around for a place to have a short term backup fleet base at. Even wit all the booze deys been offering up da Station master hates the idea, and none of his seconds are brave enough to venture anything."

Two minutes later, next to the dock for the Eoghan Heavy Frigate Drausus

The little captain of the Eoghan vessel popped open another bottle of deep grey booze that Dharaz didn't recognize, but could tell was good quality. "... so if you was da official booze courier you would allow the fleet some use of the station. And if da Station master objected he'd have to fight you? And all you need is enough booze to fill your ship."

"Yup. And I's sure I can win."

"Really? What about the knife sticking out of your shoulder?"

"Huh. Forgot about that." Dharaz pulled out the ninja-grots throwing knife out of his shoulder. "Eh doesn't matter, the station master is still a wuss. Unwilling to go out and join the Waagh or make enough good booze."

"We can start loading in five."

"Good day kaptain Aelgh." His ability to pronounce Eoghan names was good, but not that good. The captain obviously had a better turn of tongue at the moment. But that didn't matter, what mattered is that he was winning the bet.

Half hour latter

The station master was polishing a tooth when the dinner bell rang. The platter of food was promptly thrown onto the desk with a clatter that almost scattered the various teeth assembled there. He looked up ready to throttle the serving grot. Instead his gaze meet Dharaz who was smugly leaning against the door.

"Wut do you want Dharaz? Begging for me to let you off the bet. Not likely."

"Nope. Got a contract for ya."

"What do you mean. This thing here? Ya got no right to make a contract for my station!"

"Oh I got every right as da offical booze transporta for da station."

"You haven't won, there isn't enough booze on the entire station to float your ship out of dis wager."

"But da Eoghans were nice enought to lend me their booze. Look at all the nice and pretty pictures of all me holds full of rum and other nice things."

The station master lunged at him, the polishing tool used for interstellar kraken held before him. Dharaz met him halfway, going imediatly to wrestle away the sharp peice of metal. The station master kicked Dharaz away and drew a short gun.

Dharaz didn't even bother trying to out shoot him, instead he kicked a chair into the station masters gut. Dharaz smiled a cruel grimace as the shot hit the ground, "Going for the cheap win of course. To bad you only get one shot, and I don't even need to be like to win. I only need this."

Dharaz drew the Ninja-grot's little dagger, while it still dripped with his hearty blood. Dharaz waited for the Station master to stand straight again before vaulting off of the fallen chair and slaming the little dagger into the top of his head.

The station masters skull cracked open, and the original owner of the Bigga fish fell crushed as it's current master stood triumphant. "See? I win. I always win. You stupid fool even the gods won't let me lose to those perky little anoyances."
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With the subjugation of Volksland and the scattering of its citizens to the nine vectors of known space, many Volkslanders found themselves at an impasse regarding what to do with what little was left of their lives. While the overwhelming majority turned to piracy and mercenary work, a few chose simply to drift through space, traveling wherever the solar winds took them.

A lone Kriegdiskette was doing exactly that in the space just north of the hotly contested Balklands. Its crew members had all hung up their weapons long ago and were content to merely live as the equivalent of space gypsies (even though in the distant past, the Volkslanders had attempted to wipe out the actual Space Gypsies with little success). In their many travels since the fall of Volksland, several of their number had stumbled onto a particularly addictive drug and gotten the rest of the crew hooked on it. It was a particularly insidious drug, one that had remained in production more or less continually for the past 1400 years, even long before the arrival of the Straylight on Earth. In this day and age, some considered it the greatest export of the Holy Empire of Haruhi Suzumiya, apart from starfighters, Missile Massacre pods, and rifles.

Anime. (Or animu, depending on who you asked.)

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FILE PHOTO: Standartenführer Markus Steiner, circa 3377

Standartenführer Markus Steiner was the de facto leader of this particular band of ex-Volkslanders. He had renounced his former country and chosen not to accompany his fellow officers to die in Godforsaken backwaters like Pendleton, Majella, Halkeginia, and Aray, choosing instead to commandeer a Kriegdiskette and make his way among the stars doing as he pleased. When the rest of his crew introduced him to anime, he took to it with true zeal, watching and learning about as many series as his crew would provide; seeing as most people refused to do legitimate trade with Volkslanders, they had to resort to bootlegging or outright theft to get their fix.

Standartenführer Steiner also fancied himself a man of knowledge, though being a Volkslander, he had been unable to advance his studies in any meaningful way after leaving high school. Nevertheless, he was still fascinated by the history of the known galaxy, in particular the histories of Earth and Nova Terra prior to first contact with each other. He remembered reading in numerous books he had looted from Umerian freighters about the uncanny similarities between the history of Nova Terra and various works of fiction produced on Earth. Among other things, Shroomania had place names seemingly lifted from a video game series, while the Duchy of Langley appeared to be populated almost entirely by anime characters. He was also fascinated by how much stories changed over the centuries; unusually for a Volkslander, he was familiar with both the George Lucas and C.J. Motonow versions of Star Wars, and he was simultaneously shocked and amused by how the two differed from each other. Part of the reason why Standartenführer Steiner was such an enthusiastic consumer of anime was due to these, as he wanted to figure out for himself whether such similarities between Earth fiction and Nova Terran history really existed, and he wanted to see just how much a story could diverge from its original source material over time...

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FILE PHOTO: Field Marshal Madoka Kaname in her usual civilian attire, date unknown

Field Marshal Madoka Kaname of the SOS Imperial Marine Corps was obviously not the first person to bear that name. Her very distant ancestor, also named Madoka Kaname, was an Ashford Commonwealth/Langley Marine Corps 2nd Lieutenant who had served during Nova Terra's Second Great War and was awarded the Grand Order of the Crimson Lotus twice for her gallantry. Her daughter, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter, all of whom were also named Madoka, also served with the LMC, with her great-granddaughter earning one Grand Order of the Crimson Lotus for her service during the Japanistani War of 2029. Of course, there was the fictional Madoka Kaname depicted in Puella Magi Madoka Magica, a far more tragic character than either the current Madoka Kaname or the Nova Terran Madoka Kanames; her story was enduring enough, however, that it had been remade quite a few times, often using elements of the life stories of either the Nova Terran Madokas or the current Madoka.

Standartenführer Steiner and his crew had managed to obtain and watch the first two episodes of the original version of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. While some of the crew knew enough English and Japanese to watch the raw footage, most of them had to make do with German subtitles, courtesy of the ship's ad hoc translation unit. Standartenführer Steiner became an especially big fan of the show, and he had high expectations when he heard that his subordinates had managed to obtain the third episode. Unfortunately, given that he was just as culturally isolated as the rest of his Volkslander ilk, he was in for a very grim surprise...

"Wir haben einige Rohmaterial von Madoka Magica Episode 3 gestoßen," an Obersturmführer reported. "Die meisten von uns sind für die Kryptographie Abschnitt warten, um es zu übersetzen, aber einige von uns haben bereits das Rohmaterial gesehen. Wir haben auch Zugriff auf Diskussionen der Episode, einige aus so weit wie vor 1400 Jahren archiviert."

"Dann sagen Sie mir, was passiert in dieser Episode," Standartenführer Steiner said.

An Untersturmführer started, "Herr Standartenführer, in Episode 3..."

"...Mami starb, indem sie ihren Kopf abgebissen. Ihre Leiche wurde ebenfalls verschlungen," a second Untersturmführer finished.

A brief moment of silence. "Diejenigen, die noch nicht gelesen haben Episode 3 Zusammenfassung, lesen Sie die Episode 3 Diskussionen oder beobachtete Episode 3, zu verlassen," Standartenführer Steiner ordered. After a moment of hesitation, every officer present in the room apart from the Obersturmführer and several of the higher-ranked officers left the room in silence.

"Was zum Teufel ist das?!" Standartenführer Steiner suddenly cried out. "Was verdammt Teufel Shinbo besessen, so zu lenken?! Ich warte schon eine ganze Woche, dass knallhart Mami wieder zu beobachten, und sie ficken sie wie diese?! Sie hatten sie zerkaut und ausgespuckt, wie ein Stück Kaugummi, und ich habe nicht einmal die Leiche zu sehen! Was zum Teufel glaubst du, ein magische Mädchen Anime wird?! Verdammt noch mal!"

Even though the door was securely closed, the officers and other staff outside the room could hear the Standartenführer's outburst. Most of them remained silent with stoic expressions on their faces, but at least one female staffer was visibly crying.

Back inside the briefing room, the hapless Obersturmführer attempted to do damage control. "Aber als sie starb, schnellte der Empfang des Anime," the attempted to explain.

"Fick Ihren Empfang, du Schwein!" Standartenführer Steiner shot back. "Ich beobachte dieses Anime, weil Mami! Die anderen Figuren sind nicht meine verdammte Geschäft!"

"Blu-ray Vorbestellungen stieg auch die Nummer eins zurück, wenn es ausgestrahlt zuerst! Holodisketten Verkäufe der neuesten Versionen noch hoch bleiben auch heute noch!" the Obersturmführer continued.

Standartenführer Steiner would not be dissuaded so easily, though, and he continued with his tirade. "So was, wenn es nach wie vor ein Bestseller?! Warum muss ich eigentlich kaufen, wenn es nicht mehr Mami?! Dies ist eine magische Mädchen Anime! Die Themen müssen Wärme, Zufriedenheit, Liebe, Hoffnung, Träume sein! Wir sollten nicht immer ein deprimierendes Schauspiel vor einem dunklen und düsteren Hintergründen! Wenn ich zu einem sadistischen und blutigen Anime sehen wollte, würde ich einfach gucken gehen die neueste Version von Saya no Uta! Gott weiß, wie oft ich diese Scheiße gesehen! Dies ist ein verdammter Schwindel! Wenn Sie es direkte wollen, dann nur zu sagen, dass verdammt Abe, hierher zu kommen und saugen meine Hoden!"

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Standartenführer Steiner resumed ranting. "Ich will einfach nur ein fröhliches magische Mädchen Anime. Ein netter, extrem moe eine, die aufhellen könnte mein trauriges Leben auch nur ein bisschen. Warum konnten sie nicht nur das für mich tun, verdammt noch mal?" A brief pause. "Und das verdammt Urobuchi, sagte er, er würde das Publikum fühlt sich warm und zufrieden! Fick deine Wärme und Zufriedenheit! Meine Mami hatte ihren Kopf riss in Episode 3! Episode 3! Er hat sogar verspottet das Publikum und sagte, dass alles, was er vorher gesagt war eine Lüge, dass die Geschichte würde nur zu düsterer! Der Anime hat zwölf Episoden! Haben Sie die Absicht zu töten, ein Mädchen alle drei Episoden?!"

Outside the room, another female staffer was attempting to comfort her weeping comrade. "Mach dir keine Sorgen," she said. "Ich bin sicher, dass alle von ihnen in der letzten Episode werden auferstehen, wie in Mai-Hime."

Back inside, Standartenführer Steiner ended his tirade, to the barely-contained relief of his subordinates in the room. "...Ich glaube jetzt, dass sie die Quelle allen Übels sind. Shinbo, Urobuchi, auch Shaft. Sie sind alle Schweine. Ich erwartete etwas süß, aber am Ende war alles was ich bekam Gemetzel. Kaufen Sie die Holodisketten und brennt sie alle."
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