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Head Security Tower
Gypite, Toobek
New Witchmond
"I must accept." Ben accepted. He then turned and order Al Ser, who was still in the room,"Go, prepare the fleets. Make sure they all are ready for takeoff, make sure they are prepared for war."

Ambassador Ulfír
AFS Draþor
Sector (-17, 18)

"We had just finished our last jump through hyperspace and were recharging for the next jump when five ships appeared on scanners. Captain Borghildr of the Aesir destroyer AFS Hrothgarr ordered them to back off, but the ship's kept coming.

"Upon entering weapons range, Captain Borghildr opened fire on the ships. A fierce battle ensued which tested the limits of the Captain's abilities. The two larger enemy ships maneuvered under the frigates and launched boarding pods. But the Captain was clever. She used this as a chance to cripple the two ships with torpedoes, and it worked beautifully. One of the ship's was destroyed and the other limping away.

"But with pirates aboard the frigates, the Captain had to act quickly. She pulled her ship alongside the limping one and gave her ultimatum. And with that, the pirates stood down. Glory was hers!

"Soon after, a new Captain entered the scene; Captain Fånnr of the Aesir cruiser AFS Hel. He took charge of the situation and relieved Captain Borghildr of the task of escorting the convoy. Soon after she disappeared into hyperspace, he ordered the destruction of the remaining smaller enemy ships and the massacre of the pirate boarders. He then blew the last ship to scrap pieces. Such was a tragic event...

"Captain Fånnr took the AFS Hel east while we continued on our way. And here we are, talking to each other."

Wintrean reception committee for Avonite Enclave
Monarch's spaceport, Frosthold Planet
Sector (-3, 3)

Jensen nodded as he listened to the Avonite admiral's statements. "All of Wintreath suffered in the War," he finally responded. "Even here, at what was the political center of the galaxy, our government struggled, and often failed, to keep order.

"And despite all of this, we still attempted to help your people. Even as a hundred different wars and rebellions broke out across the galaxy, we sent mediators and diplomats to each individual conflict in an attempt to resolve them. Ultimately, we failed, and perhaps that is due to our lack of preparation after millennia of relative peace and stability. But we can recognize our mistakes and learn from them, to forge a better future for the galaxy."
Wintrean Diplomatic Mission
Zuophus, United Acarian Empires
Sector (5,-9)

"Your Imperial Majesty, we have sought out your nation to extend a hand of goodwill and peace," responded Bergli. "The Monarch of Wintreath seeks to reestablish relations with the nations of the galaxy, and given your relative proximity and our past relations, we decided to make contact with the Acarians once more."
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Lernaean Border
Sector (-14, 1)

"Very well then, we shall meet aboard our ship," Øye responded. "I will send you the proper docking instructions immediately."

She closed the connection, then gave orders to prepare the ship for the Lernaeans' arrival.
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Witchian Border
Sector (-9, -13)

The Witchians closed the connection before Magnusson even had a chance to give his farewell. How rude, he thought.

The convoy turned back, heading for home to report a failed mission.
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Aesir Border
Sector (-13, 10)

"Thank you," Lundgren told the Aesir captain. "We will leave our escort behind. And an audience with the Jarl himself would be excellent."
Personal Office of the Monarch
Frosthold Castle
Sector (-3, 3)

"Excellent," replied the Monarch to the Science ambassador's words. The two began a series of negotiations regarding Wintreath-Science relations.

High Cathedral of Spode, Industries Spirit, Avon

Yul Deacon strutted back and forth, staring at Jim Windwaver. Yul liked to think he ran the show but honestly no one listened to the preening peacock. " Why was I not informed? Malediction leading a full frontal assault on the Capital Building? When does he get there? We have to call him off!" Jim just lowered his hood and calmly responded. " Yul, please lower your voice. Dar and I agreed that this was the best course of action. Someone in the Council has betrayed the Avonite people. We must restore order and protect the faithful." Yul picked up a cup and threw it across the room. " THATS NOT OUR JOB! SPODEDAMNIT! YOU'LL TEAR THIS NATION APART! As head of the Evangelicals, I demand you call off the attack NOW!" Jim just stood up, put on his hood and softly said " As head of the Reconciliators, I deny you. Your outvoted. Now, I'm going to the Bastion of Spode. The Ecstatic's are gathering and our Ascensionists will join their numbers. We hope your Militants will join us. Good day, Yul."

BIGMT (Border and Internal Growth, Military Science Think-tank) HQ, Industries Spirit, Avon

Irk Flowchaser ran down the corridor as fast as he could, a scared scientist and panicking security officer in tow. Someone had set the androids berserk! They had already killed dozens of scientists and security personnel. They would break through the hastily erected barricades soon enough. The only thing that could save them now was the STINGER Mk2. Irk just hoped to Spode that the damn thing's targeting protocols had been fixed. The three of them reached the control module of the Stinger, the damn room was cramped and designed for 1 person, 3 was a squeeze. "Councilor Flowchaser, I keep telling you I barely know how to use this thing! I'm a scientist, not an engineer!" the scientist shouted as he wildly began to press buttons. "Right now, your the best we got! You can do this!.... whats your name?" The scientist took a deep breath and tried to calm himself "Dr Mot Larsen. Call me Larsen, please. Now how d..." He was interrupted by a laser beam striking dangerously close to the entrance of the room. "They're here!" the security guard screamed and he blasted away with his rifle, lasers filling the corridor. Irk read the nametag on the uniform, Roc Tangierson. If he wanted out of here alive, a scared and inexperienced scientist and a trigger happy security guard would be his best bet. Irk sighed as he opened fire with his laser pistol....

AgSci (Agricultural Science), Industries Spirit, Avon

Kir Darkcloak faced a different problem. It had been her brilliant idea to make AgSci an underground base. It had also been her idea to make it completely self-sufficient, so she had to make gardens that fed the base oxygen. What she did not plan on was someone overriding the security system to target the base personnel and then lock down the base and close the ventilation system. If the turrets didn't kill her then the oxygen deprivation would. She was trapped and she knew it. She had maybe a half an hour left? She opened her communicator, mercifully it still worked. She sent one last message to Irk.

"Irk... something happened in AgSci...I dont think I'll make it...." She started feeling dizzy " I dont have long.. I ..... I just want you to know..... the time I spent with you..... it was all I ever wanted to do..... I love you Irk...... good... goodbye" She hit send then closed her eyes, awating the inevitable....

The 2nd Bi-Annual meeting of AP ReC (Avonite Peoples Reconciliation Committee), Capital Building, Industries Spirit, Avon

Des raised her hand to shield herself from the man with the rifle in front of her. He was dressed in the uniform of a Conclave soldier but that should not be possible. Not that it mattered when he was the man with the gun. The Acensionists and Avon Dragoons tried to fight back but they all lay dead now. "LISTEN UP! The Conclave of the People have come back to tear down this farce of a nation! We will start with this traitor! Des Skyflyer! You are condemned to die by the rightful government to Avon! Spode have mercy on you..." the figure shouted as he picked up Skyflyer and dragged her into a room with a TV camera and a chair. Des shivered in fear, a million thoughts rushing through her head and none of them good.

Ryy Sharptalon held the shivering councilor in his hands, a wry smile on his face. Killing a Councilor on national TV? Damn, did he love his work.....

Dar Malediction raised his Dragoon Revolver, cocked the hammer and fired. The loud WHAM of air being pushed out of the way by the laser filed the entrance hall and an enemy soldier had a hole blown through his stomach. He gasped in disbelief for a second before dropping dead. Dar grabbed some energy cells from his belf and began to reload his revolver. "Charge, men! Find the Councilors! Storm the Capital!"

AES Perdition, in orbit around Avon

" FIRE!" Vice Admiral Jil Scarhealer screamed at her bridge crew. The ship shuddered as the Pendleton-class cruiser fired a full broadside. A Silent-Class Carrier received multiple hits and began listing. An Ensign called out to Scarhealer "Mam, the Vestigial just reported in! Rear Admiral Blower is dead!" Scarhealer slammed her control console. She did not need this. " Keep trying to get Admiral Hanover on Coms. And find the ringleader of this attack!" A Lieutenant called out, a look of disbelief on his face. " Mam... the lead enemy ship.... it's the Murphy" Vice Admiral Scarhealer turned to him,stunned. Then she turned to the Coms Officer. " Hail the Murphy. Tell him... tell him Scarhealer wants to talk. "

AES Blader, North of Kevarian Chain

Captain Breabbaker sent one final message to the Romulans and began the escort. As he did, a burst message from command came in.

BURST MESSAGE. END. HIGH COMMAND, AVON. END. AVON UNDER ATTACK. ENEMY UNKNOWN. END. COUNCIL STATUS UNKNOWN. END. UPDATE FORTHCOMING. END. ALL UNITS TO ASSUME PENITENT RAPTURE PROTOCOL. END.

Penitent Rapture? Damn... things must be really bad back in Avon if Penitent Rapture is in effect, thought Capitan Breabbaker...

Frosthold Planet, Avonite Diplomatic Convoy

Admiral Innsmoth nodded thoughtfully. " I see. I will refer your answer to our lead.." He was interrupted by urgent beeping from his quantum communicator. " Excuse me." He said and turned to read the burst message from high command. His face darkened as he closed it and turned back." Apologies." he said as he continued, a look of worry on his face. " There has been an attack in Avon, our capital."

Scientific Imperial Fleet Observation Task Force
AFS Draþor
Sector (-17, 18)

"Most fascinating," Mott responded to the Aesir ambassador. The punishment is rather harsh, but I suppose I see the reasoning. "When, do you think, will the convoy be ready to continue on?"

Ambassador Ulfír
AFS Draþor
Sector (-17, 18)

"Fascinating is indeed the word. How an Aesir can issue the order to massacre soldiers who stand down is beyond me. It's simply not our way." Ulfír looked down for a moment and appeared lost in thought, sadness plastered on his face.

Diplomatic Convoy to Witchians
Orbiting Protheus

"Hmm... we've never heard of the Romulans. What is your opinion of them? Should we meet them?" inquired Jones.

Wallace White - Diplomat to Aesir
Protheus

"I understand," responded White, "And thank you, ma'am. Right this way."
The honor guard led the group into the conference room, where Wallace sat at the head of the table. "Please, have a seat," he said. After everyone was settled, White said, "Now let's get to business. If you have any questions, feel free to ask anytime. What would you like to discuss first?"

Diplomatic Convoy to Science
Sector (-15, 6)

"Sir, there's a transmission coming in from Science!" shouted the comms officer. "They want to know where to go next on their galactic exploration!"
"I'll handle it!" said Chet. He quickly scrolled through ongoing diplomatic missions, and noticed New Witchmond just south of Lernaea. He replied, "Well, there is New Witchmond south of here. I personally haven't had any dealings with them, but we are undergoing negotiations with them. Now that we are on the subject, where do you recommend we go north or west of here? Happy exploring!"

Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Lernaean Border
Sector (-14, 1)

"We're receiving docking instructions!" shouted the comms officer. "Prepare for docking!" announced the captain. After a couple of minutes, the two ships were successfully docked.
David was ready. He had trained all his life to deal with the Wintreans. His honor guard was standing at attention, ready to greet the Wintreans. All he had to do was wait.

Diplomatic Convoy en route Science
Near Aesir Border
Sector (-15,   (-15, 8 )

The convoy to Science, led by Claire Knight, slowly approached the Aesir border. Wallace had told her that she just had to identify herself. She started a transmission, "This is Lernaean ambassador Claire Knight, en route to Science. I believe that Ambassador Herjall notified you that we were coming. We request permission to travel within the Aesir border to reach Science quickly and safely."

Witchian Convoy to Learnaea
"As of my knowledge we had just met them shortly before I had left Toobek, so I'm currently unsure of our relation with them."

Scientific Imperial Fleet Observation Task Force
AFS Draþor
Sector (-17, 18)

"Hmm, interesting, and perhaps tragic as well," Mott remarked. Glad to see that this isn't standard Aesir policy, he thought.

"When do you think the convoy will be ready to move again?" he asked the Aesir ambassador.
Personal Office of the Monarch
Frosthold Castle, Wintrean Remnant
Sector (-3, 3)

After some time, the negotiations were concluded. "I will stay on Frosthold, then, and begin plans for constructing a representative office," Murphy responded.
SES Actualization
Special Task Force of the Scientific Exploration Fleet
Sector (-15, 6)

"Thank you very much," Bailey transmitted to the Lernaeans. "Unfortunately, there isn't much to the northwest. However, the Laurentian Empire lies to the northeast of here. I'll send you coordinates."

After transmitting the information to the Lernaeans, the task force began preparations for continuing their southward journey.

Ambassador Ulfír
AFS Draþor
Sector (-17, 18)

Ulfír snapped out of his momentary lapse. He realized that the Science captain had been asking when they would be leaving and bowed his head.

"My apologies. I didn't mean to make you ask the same question twice. We'll be ready to make our next jump within the next two hours.

"Now, have you any questions for me?"
Captain Dagfinn
AFS Odin
Sector (-13, 10)

Dagfinn nodded and said, "This way, Ma'am." He then gave the order to have the two battlecruisers turn around and head into the Empire with the Wintreath diplomat ship and ended their transmission.

The two ships powered down their weapons and followed Dagfinn's instructions.
Jarl Aragonn
AFS Jörmungandr
Sector (-16, 14)

"I apologize, Ambassador Glass, for not having a one on one with you, but time is short with me. I'm currently busy expanding my Empire and overseeing several projects.

"I saw this meet up as a chance to get to know one another since we'll all be staying aboard the same ship. Later, I'll have one on one time with each of you. Then, we can work out details and agreements.

"So, who goes first?"

Just then, the comm device on his left forearm alerted him to a new message which he promptly read.

"It would seem that the Allfather, in his wisdom, thought it best to have us talk to the Wintreans again. A diplomat from Wintreath will be here in about a week."
Ambassador Herjall
Protheus
Sector (-18, 1)

Herjall looked at all of the chairs. All were designed for humans and humanoids. She tilted her head a bit as she thought and came up with a solution to the problem: break off the arms and turn it around.

After doing so, she took her seat and wrapped her tail loosely around her legs. The small chair creaked and groaned loudly to complain about the large weight placed upon it. The Drekrekkr squad just stood behind Herjall.

After hearing Mr. White speak, she said, "I'm interested in this gang which continues to survive and operate under such an "effective" police force. What is everything you know about them?"
Space Station Folkvang
Sector (-16, 12)

The comms officer had been notified of the developments and given her orders.

"Lernaean convoy, this is the Aesir Space Station Folkvang. You are clear to travel through the Aesir Empire. Odinspeed, friend."
Space Station Eir
Sector (-18, 14)

Similarly to on Folkvang, the comms officer gave the Science convoy permission to pass through.

Industries Spirit Police Department, Precinct 27 HQ, Industries Spirit, Avon

ISPD Sgt Kyk Avonman

Avon burned. The debris from whatever happened up top hit Industries Spirit pretty hard. Then the attack came. They pushed hard at the cops but somehow the PD held there own. Sgt Avonman crouched down behind the front desk, peeking out to look for targets. Seeing nothing, he put his shotgun down and picked up the radio. "It's clear out front, no hostiles." A response confirmed that the rest of the station was clear. The city wide emergency warning sirens blared in the background. Just then, Sgt Kyk's radio cackled to life. "All units, be advised, Army High Command is under heavy assault, they are requesting Police backup. Precinct 27, respond, over!" Kyk cursed. If the army couldn't hold them back what were street cops with handguns and shotguns supposed to do? He picked up the radio and spoke "Roger, Precinct 27 code 2 to Army High Command!"

BIGMT

Councilor Irk Flowchaser

Irk dropped his communicator. Kir....he had to save her! But how when he was trapped here? An idea popped into his head. The STINGER MK1 was not very mobile, slow and lumbering.  The prototype MK2, however, was supposed to be very agile, able to climb the sides of buildings. Supposedly. He turned to Dr Larsen and said. "Can you drive this thing outta here?" Larsen, the....plump man that he was, was sweating like a pig. " I can try, but I really... " a scream cut him short as Roc, the security guard took one in the chest. He wheezed for a second and then was still. " Go! NOW!" Irk shouted. Dr Larsen tapped the control console and the STINGER began moving, bashing a blast door open and stumbling out into a field near Industries Spirit. " Get us to AgSci, now!" Dr Larsen turned for a second, surprised, then tapped the console some more. " AgSci? I used to work there. I know the way..."

AFS Jormungandr

Captain Kli Waverider

"Oh, I am more than willing to let the Scientist go first." Captain Waverider said, letting the human go first.

AES Perdition, orbit around Avon

Admiral Jil Scarhealer

"Why, Fir. Why did you betray us?" Admiral Hanover looked sad for a split second on the screen, then turned back to Jil "It is you who betrayed the rightful government, Jil. The Conclave is and will be the rightful government. Stand down, and I will take you prisoner. Fight, and Spode will strike you down as Heathens." Admiral Scarhealer narrowed her eyes and said " You know I can't do that." And with that, the fighting resumed.

Combined Romulan-Acarian Fleet
North of Acarian Empire
3 Days From Remnant Border

Aedyn Zaegun just smiled as he was led down the corrider. "Our portion is doing well, conquering these planets on the way really helped the training of our troops. While there are a few issues back home, I do not think there will be any drastic change to our invasion."

Imperial Palace
Zuophus, United Acarian Empires
Sector (5,-9)

Zemas was notified by a servant about the well being of his heir. The servant also notified his wife.

"I'm sorry I can not attend this feast for longer. There are some important matters I have been notified of. Our diplomats will talk to you. You will see that we have kept the Wintrean embassy here on Zuophus."

Military HQ
Zuophus, United Acarian Empires
Sector (5,-9)

Due to the large army the Empire had made recently, HQ decided to create new legions within the army, each having special attributes.

Diplomatic Convoy
Allied States of Lernaea Border

"I would love some tea, and thanks for the hospitality." Katarina Marianne replied.

Wintrean reception committee for Avonite Enclave
Monarch's spaceport, Frosthold Planet
Sector (-3, 3)

"My deepest condolences," Jensen replied to Admiral Innsmoth's news. "That is terrible news. Is there anything we can do to help?"

Suddenly, his phone beeped. He took a look at it, and told the admiral, "It appears that the Monarch's meeting with the Science ambassador is approaching its end, and he will be receiving you soon."
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Lernaean Border
Sector (-14, 1)

Øye watched as the Lernaean ship docked. A Hvitt Riddaral honor guard had formed in the hangar to greet the Lernaean ambassador. As the Lernaean ambassador and his guard exited their craft, Øye walked up to them.

"Welcome aboard," she greeted the ambassador. She led them to a conference room.
Personal Office of the Monarch
Frosthold Castle
Sector (-3, 3)

"Excellent," the Monarch responded. "We will make accommodations for you. Meanwhile, the Frosthold Representative Office will send out a representative to your nation as soon as possible."

After the conclusion of their meeting, the Monarch began preparations for his meeting with the Avonite. He also gave orders for a diplomatic convoy to be sent to Science.
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Aesir Border
Sector (-13, 10)

The military escort turned back toward Wintreath, as the core diplomatic convoy followed the Aesir ships into hyperspace.
Wintrean Diplomatic Mission
Zuophus, United Acarian Empires
Sector (5,-9)

"That is a shame," replied Bergli. "I have greatly enjoyed our conversation, sir. And I thank you for so readily providing us with facilities to set up our office."

Frosthold Planet

Admiral Ark Innsmouth

Admiral Innsmouth gave a dry laugh, on without mirth. "Its a bit late for that, I think. I'll just have to hope Avon is ok. When shall we meet the Monarch?"

AgSci, Industries Spirit, Avon

Councilor Irk Flowchaser

"BASH IT AGAIN!" Irk shouted at Dr Larsen. The STINGER bashed the hanger doors again until finally it gave. Once it was smashed open, lasers from the hangers turrets and droids reflected off the STINGER as they opened fire. Irk smirked as the twin miniMAGuns made short work of them. Once it was clear the STINGER made its way into the hanger. That, however, was as deep into the base as it could go. There was still security about and Irk would never make it alone. He picked up his communicator and opened the Councilors Emergency Broadcast Frequency. " This is Councilor Irk Flowchaser. I need any reinforcements available at the AgSci HQ ASAP. Out."

Councilor Kir Darkcloak

Kir gasped at the sudden influx of oxygen. She was just about to pass out when air flowed into her room. Her communicator buzzed on the floor where she left it. Picking it up, she saw the message from Irk and smiled. Thank Spode for that man, she though....

AvCom, Avon High Command, Industries Spirit, Avon

ISPD Sgt Kyk Avonman

"They are already dead. AvCom is secure, repeat, AvCom is secure." Sgt Avonman talked into his radio. Damn soldiers calling for police help already cleared out the AvCom. Just then his radio cackled to life and a emergency message was played. " This is Councilor Irk Flowchaser. I need any reinforcements available at the AgSci HQ ASAP. Out." Kyk thought to himself. AgSci? That was near AvCom. He racked his shotgun as he gathered his officers to head to AgSci....

High Cathedral Of Spode, Industries Spirit, Avon

Head Evangelical Yul Deacon

Yul fumed. Malediction and Windwavers actions would throw a spanner into his plans. How was the Conclave supposed to rise again if the SC fought it. At least he knew where Windwaver would be. As for Malediction, he just hoped the Merc was as tough as he claimed. He opened a line to his Militants. "We have been betrayed. Heretics who seek to dilute the Message Of Spode have gone to hide in their heretical Bastion Of Spode. Wipe them out."

Capital Building, Industries Spirit, Avon

Councilor Jan Lightbringer

"So nice to see you brother Malediction. How has your day been?" "Alas, these are trying times indeed brother Lightbringer. Are you ok?" "That depends, Malediction. Are you with them?" Jan gestured to the dead Conclave soldiers. Malediction shook his head. "Good. Thank you, Dar." Jan said as he lowered the rifle he had pointed at Maledictions face. Dar did likewise with his revolver. "Where is the rest of the Council, Councilor?" Jan sighed. "As far as I know, Kir and Irk were at BIGMT and AgSci and Des was with AP ReC. Art..." he felt his throat go dry "Art is dead. We need to find Des." Dar nodded and gestured forward with his revolver.....

Diplomatic Convoy to Witchians
Orbiting Protheus

"I see. Thank you for this information. What would you like to discuss next?" inquired Jones.

Wallace White - Diplomat to Aesir
Protheus
Sector (-18, 1)

White was horrified. The ambassador broke the bloody chair! He tried not to show his horror and gave a smile. He tried to get it off his mind and turned his attention toward her question. Before answering, he asked, "Would you like us to build some chairs to accommodate the Aesir? You could send us some schematics and I'll get them under production right away."

He paused and waited for an answer also mentally preparing for his answer about the gangs.

Diplomatic Convoy to Science
Sector (-15, 6)

After the transmission ended, Chet sent word back to ISA that they would be going northeast toward the Laurentian Empire.

Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Near Lernaean Border
Sector (-14, 1)

David followed Øye toward the conference room, thanked the ambassador, and sat down in the conference room, waiting for the discussion to begin.

Diplomatic Convoy en route Science
Near Aesir Border
Sector (-15, 8 )

Claire thanked the comms officer and proceeded toward Science.

ISA Headquarters
Protheus
Sector Sector (-18, 1)

Morrow got word that Chet and his crew would be heading out toward the Laurentian Empire, and gave them the go.
Garriot began receiving a transmission and called out. "Sir, the diplomat to the Witchians just checked in and told us about the Romulans. Should we send a convoy there too?"
Morrow replied, "Sure! The more people we meet, the better."
Shortly after, a diplomatic convoy was sent out the the Romulans.