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IRW Venator Stellarum
Avon, Avonite Enclave

"Subcommander!!  We have Commander Gela's team, and the surface shuttle reports cloaked and heading for open space!!" Centurion Fedral reported.

"Excellent, Centurion.  You have the bridge.  I'm going to see the Commander in the transporter bay." 

Infirmary

Dr. Rolex was working frantically.  The crucial operations had gone well, and the The damn xeno appears stable!  I just hope they're similar enough to the Devori insectoids... otherwise the bandages might be a bit uncomfortable...

"How is she, doctor?"

Rolex twirled about to find a rather aggravated Commander Gela, "Well hello Commander!  I take it your trip wasn't as productive as the Tal Shiar would have hoped?" 

"That is not our present concern, doctor.  Rather, it is your patient"  Gela replied, gesturing to Councillor Darkcloak. 

"Ahh yes.  The Avonite.  She's sedated presently, but if you really desire it I suppose I could wake her.  I'd prefer to let her rest a few hours though first." 

"Very well, doctor, you may let Darkcloak remain sedated for another hour and continue rehabilitation.  I will expect a report on the matter in my ready room in one hour."
Communications Records
IRW Pevatha
Romulan Border Zone

Commander Tovanus reached the landing bay just as the Lernaean shuttle was landing.  He strode through the column of Romulan troops at attention to greet the Lernaeans.  His voice boomed over the mechanical reverberations of the landing bay, "Welcome to the Imperial Romulan Warbird Pevatha!!  On behalf of the Senate and People of the Romulan Star Empire, welcome!!" 

The commander advanced closer to the Lernaeans disembarking, "Come right this way!!  I've ordered our chef to produce a true Romulan feast!  As I do believe you know, I'm Commander Tovanus.  I'm pleased to finally meet Lernaeans in person!" 
Orbit above Thandio 2
Thandio System
Sector (5, -6)

As he watched the carnage of the battle ensue, Admiral Relatrex read the incoming casualty reports:

IRW De'letha: Artificial Singularity Critically Damaged
IRW P'forra: Destroyed In Action
IRW Gardiae: Systems Critical
IRW Yentralia: Destroyed In Action
IRW Janerus....

Finally, he was interrupted by a transmission from Admiral Thuma, "Sir, the remants of the Wintrean Fleet are fleeing our vessels at warp.  Shall I give chase?"

"Proceed as you see fit, Admiral.  Your vessels have permission to begin seek and destroy operations in the Sector.  Begin salvage operations of the wrecks with any vessels incapable of giving chase.  Pro Imperio Romulano!  Relatrex out."  the Admiral turned to the Tal Shiar officer on the bridge.

"Colonel, I want footage of this great defeat of the armies of Wintreath broadcast from here to Frosthold!!  We shall make them pay for what they have done.  We shall make them regret the mistake that they made when they destroyed our homeland centuries ago, the mistake that continues to affect our people to this day!!" 

The Admiral paused, and regained his composure, "Lieutenant open a channel to the Fleet Engineering Office aboard IRW Diastora!"

"Fleet engineering command.  Your time has now come.  Begin technology salvage and shipyard repair operations in the Thandio System."  Admiral Relatrex waited for the response with a cold, remorseless complexion. 

"This is Fleet Engineering Command.  The work shall commence immediately, Thandicus.  Fleet Engineering out."
Ground, Planet Trilia
Romulan Occupation Command
Romulan-Occupied Wintrean Remant

The Tal Shiar Captain stepped forward and addressed the latest captured Terrans, "Attention citizens of the Remnant Empire of Wintreath.  You are now in the custody of the Romulan Star Empire Tal Shiar.  You will be interrogated for all pertinent information, and upon completion of interrogation, will be transported to the Latifundia Sector to work as agricultural labourers, or to various other Sectors in the event the Tal Shiar deems your abilities..." he paused, waiting for the fear to spread throughout the crowd, "deems your abilities sufficient for the performance of non-agricultural tasks, which I would hope will be a vast number of you.  However!  I caution you from not revealing information, for the punishment for inaccurate information and answers means not only your own death, but the torture and deaths of your family and friends as well..."

As the speech continued, a Tal Shiar Polisium hopped up onto the stage and whispered into the Captain's ear.  "Is there a Doctor Lajunen among you?"  the Captain boomed...

Ensign Keb Diden
Surface of Satryon IV
Sector (-25, 8 )Ensign Keb returned to his people.
"Well?" One of the Second Lieutenants asked, "What happened?"
"They have allowed the rescue armada to retrieve us. In exchange, I gave them my word that we will not continue the raid."
"I see. Well, I suppose we can wait."

Keb disengaged his War Mantle, causing a low hum to ring out. As he set the black folds of the machine down, he felt restraints clamp down on his hands and feet. Behind him was the Second Lieutenant.
"I'm sorry, Ensign. You know why I'm doing this."
Keb sighed. "I understand." They took him away from the loose crowd of Damli and put him in one of the partially surviving rooms, making sure he couldn't escape
Exodite Fleet Armada
In orbit around Satryon IV
Sector (-25, 8 )One week later, the armada arrived without warning. Pilot Eja and the Occultist watched them as they exited hyperspace: twenty Archer-classes supporting twenty Beast-class Gunships. Close behind them were three Winter-class Star Destroyers. Faintly visible from the high-powered telescope were seven specks, Wanderer-class Dropships. Led by Head Captain Ova Ribej, they had their shields up and were prepared for battle.

As news of the Fleet's arrival passed, Keb held his breath. Now was he moment of truth.

IRW Venator Stellarum, in orbit around Avon

Councilor Irk Flowchaser

Before a reply could so much as be though the transporter beam hit them and Irk, sending them to the Romulan Ship. Irk stood, completely stunned and silent. Nooo...

The Romulans went this way and that, working on the ship, and Irk silently stood there until Gela walked out. He followed her until she entered what he guessed was the Infirmary. There she was. Kir. On the table. She was alive, thank Spode, but how had she...

Oh no.

"Did.....did you.....teleport her here?"

Capitol Building, Industries Spirit, Avon

Councilor Jan Lightbringer

"THE ATTACK FAILED? HOW! HOW. DO YOU. FUCK THAT UP!?" Jan screamed at Lis Growler who was staring fearfully at him, one talon in a panicked defensive posture. "I'm...I'm sorry, sir! They had Alien help! S...Some Romulans where helping them!" Jan was about to scream some more when he stopped mid breath, tilting his head. His feelers where up at rapt attention. "What? The Romulans opened fire on you?" Lis nervously nodded. Jan looked down, then took a step forward and put his hand on Lis's shoulder. She was absolutely terrified now, cowering like a stuck dog. "Very well. Go back to your men, Lis." Lis took this chance and bolted like a rabbit. Jan turned to the other man in the room, Dar Malediction, and smiled. "We have a cause now. Time for you to go home, Dar. We're heading to the High Cathedral now, my friend." He laughed as he walked away.

High Cathedral Of Spode

Councilor Des Skyflyer

"What do you mean, the attack failed? Wait, you never fired on AvCom? Why? BECAUSE YOU WHERE CHASING ONE SHIP? WHAT? ITS ONE BLOODY SHIP! SO WHAT IF ITS BLASTED ROMULAN, DOES THE GSN STILL BLOODY WORK? THEN WHAT"S YOUR BLOODY EXCUSE? THAT ROMULAN SHIP IS NOT TO LEAVE AVON, UNDERSTOOD?" She ended the communication. Spodedamn, things where going downhill. First, this business at Tannhauser. Now, whole systems from the outer colonies where going dark. Reports of "horrific monsters" that looked like Avonites. And now the Romulans are working with Kir Darkcloak. Then rumors of the return of Spode's First......things where not going well, generally. At least Yul Deacon and his men where still ok. Her message unit beeped. Who could this be? If that idiot Hanover fucked something else up.....

A message from Jan Lightbringer? "Des, its Jan Lightbringer. I know you orchestrated this whole thing. I know you plotted this. But, I'm willing to move past this to make a deal. I want to meet you."

Well, this was interesting.....

Captain Gærn
AFS Volklang
Outer Reaches Of Satyron System
Sector (-25, 8 )

Days were spent thinking of what to say. It had to be quick and to the point while easily understood. A short phrase was decided upon by the Captain.

When the Damli rescue fleet arrived at the system, sensor alarms went off. Forty three ships of considerable armament exited hyperspace near Satyron IV. The Captain ordered the message sent to the Damli. It was a video recording of the Captain without her helmet on, a sign of respect, speaking the phrase in the Damli tongue without the aid of a translator.

It simply said, "You are approaching Aesir territory. Tread carefully."

Once the message was sent, the order was given to leave the system. Both ships entered hyperspace and disappeared from the system.

AES Redoubt

Captain Kli Waverider

"AFS Jörmungandr, we were wondering if it was possible for the Avonite Diplomatic Delegation to meet with Jarl Brunnhilde."

AES Class, Flagship of the 3rd Avonite Defensive Fleet, in orbit around Believe

Admiral Jac Trhpanner

As an Admiral, Jac Trhpanner had the authority and ability to ignore Penitent Rapture Protocols. He'd had his fleet, over 200 ships, just sitting here, less than 3 hours away from Avon. Believe was the second planet colonized by the Avonites, his brother Jur would know, and was a stones throw away from the Capital. There had been radio silence since then. Multiple messages to AvCom went unanswered. The time to wait was over. He opened a hail to his entire fleet. "All ships, this is Admiral Trhpanner. We're going to Avon. All ships, prepare to move." The fleet jumped and they were on their way to Avon....

Witchian Scout & Learnean Diplomatic Fleet
Somewhere around the Witchian border

"Ah, I see. In fact, we have a ship from Learnea with us to discuss the building of an embassy. Do you care to join us over in the capitol?" The scout replied.

Exodite Fleet Rescue Armada
In orbit around Satryon IV
Sector (-25, 8 )
The message was received, and not warmly. With a small delay, twenty lasers and several hypervelocity torpedoes converged on the points that the Aesir ships were seen, but where there was supposed to be a spectacle of world-shattering explosions and energetic clouds of ionized plasma, there was nothing. Those mysterious ships were ready to leave as soon as they beamed their message at the Damli. Captain Ova Ribej realized that these phantom ships and their reptilian masters must be behind the failure of the Scout ship to return. Shields up and moving slowly, the swarm of ships approached the planet, and the seven Wanderer-class dropships made a fiery yet safe descent.

Ova listened closely to the reports of her soldiers once the dropships had picked up all the surviving Damli and their technology.
"What did we get out of this, if anything?"
"Several useful plant and animal specimens, including a blue-skinned humanoid primitive. The biochemistry of much of the planet's life is similar to our own." The Occultist smiled. "This is a very important discovery, ma'am."
"Wonderful. Let's listen to the bad news now. Casualty report?"
He looked back at his screen for the story. "Wanderer-class Lockhead damaged beyond repair, ma'am.
Fifty-six dead, forty-seven severely wounded, including expedition leader Lieutenant Sih Ledif, who is in critical condition. Ensign Keb Diden, Lesser Weapons Control, has been arrested for insubordination and is currently sealed inside the brig aboard this ship, ma'am."
"Insubordination? Please elaborate."
"He initially attempted to stage a mutiny when it became clear that Lieutenant Ledif wished to continue with the raid. It is believed that his intentions were to force an immediate return to the Fleet and warn the Admiralty of these Aesir people."
"I see. I suppose there is little left to do but relay these messages to the Admiralty. They will want to see this. Engage hyperspace drive!"

All at once, the entire Armada disappeared into hyperspace. It would be a short journey before reaching the Left Fleet forces, which would inform the Council of Seven.

Scientific Imperial Fleet Observation Task Force
En route to Vivaldi
Sectors (-17, 18) to (-12, 24)

"Yes, that is good," Mott told the Ambassador Ulfír. He then left the Aesir to resume his duties as captain.

The ship quickly passed within the borders of Science, and before long they had arrived at the capital. As they entered the Clausius system, Mott notified the Ambassador of their arrival.
Diplomatic Mission to Lernaea
Protheus
Sector (-18, 1)

Rogers ordered the ships to begin landing and constructing the new embassy.
Science Institute at Frostlake
Frostlake City, Wintrean Remnant
Sector (-3, 3)

The message from the Wintrean government caused quite some disturbance in the usually quiet Science embassy. After some back-and-forth discussion with Vivaldi, the Scientists concluded that, were the Acarians and Romulans to succeed in their endeavors, they would likely not stop with Wintreath. Further, their recently negotiated and signed treaty essentially necessitated support. They thus sent a reply message, stating support for Wintreath and promising aid.
Diplomatic Mission to Aesir Empire
Drekiheimr
Sector (-23, 14)

"Thank you for the invitation to meet with the Jarl," replied Glass. "I will be heading out to the Jörmungandr as soon as possible."

Glass and a small group of aides boarded a Feynmann-class shuttle and began travelling to the Aesir flagship.
Science Expeditionary Force
Orbiting Dalton
Sector (-12, 24)

In response to the Wintrean message of attack, the Ministry of Defense began assembling a military and humanitarian Expeditionary Force to send to Wintreath. The force was not that large, as it was limited by the Science military's size, as well as by domestic peacekeeping and humanitarian operations; nevertheless, they spared what they could.

After some time, the Expeditionary Force was fully assembled, and began to head out toward Wintreath.
Vivaldi

As the Wintrean convoy arrived at the Science capital, the State Ministry sent out a welcome message with instructions on where to build their de facto embassy.
Special Task Force of the Scientific Exploration Fleet
Within Witchian Territories
Sector (-15, -14)

Bailey though about the Witchians' proposal for a moment. While a significant detour from their explorations, the journey to the Witchian capital would be helpful for gaining knowledge on Witchian society and culture.

"Yes, that would be most excellent," responded Bailey at last. "Can we have directions to your capital?"

AES Class, Flagship of the 3rd Defensive Fleet, in orbit around Avon

Admiral Jac Trhpanner

No....

Avon burned. The holy world.....

Whoever did this was going to pay.

"Sir, We've scanned the immediate area. There appears to be a fleet in orbit, preliminary scans indicate the Home Fleet. AES Murphy is leading the fleet." The diagnostics ensign spoke as he tapped his console. The Comms ensign spoke next. "I've patched into most active comms networks, sir. From what I can gather, there was an armed assault on the Capitol building, a Councilor was killed and the rest have splintered. There seems to be 3 separate factions and a lot of confusion. Wait..." the ensign froze. "Sir, there are reports of....Romulans in the system." Everyone froze. Romulans. Here? The bastards had to have a hand in whatever was going on. " Patch into the GSN. Get a reading on the Romulans, wherever they are. Open a comms link to the Murphy. Hopefully Admiral Hanover is still alive and can answer some questions."

AES Murphy, Flagship of the remnants of the Home Fleet, in orbit around Avon

Admiral Fir Hanover

"What's the Third Fleet doing here? They're supposed to be on Believe!" Fir was standing. His fleet was one of the largest in the Avonite Navy and it had been pretty hurt. He still outnumbered the Third but another bloody fight with Avonites was not what he signed up for. The Comms ensign called out. "Sir! Its the Class! They would like a sit rep and are asking if we need any help with the Romulans!" Fir turned around and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Spode. "Thank them and ask the to rendezvous with the Stamper and Western Catolina. Tell them to find the Romulans and destroy them. Also, get me Councilor Des Skyflyer. We need to wrap this up, and soon."

AvCom, Industries Spirit, Avon

Station Inspector Div Deltawader

Great. Avonman was dead. His corpse was pulled from the battlefield. Irk and Kir were just....gone. Not a trace. Same went for the Romulans. Without a command structure, Div was now the highest ranker in AvCom. A Police SI. Only one rank above Sergeant. Just great. Planets, fleets, just about everyone was asking for a sitrep and he had nothing for them. A rather harried Corporal ran up to his, shotgun in one hand. "Sir.... what do we do now? There's...there's..." Div put his hand on the Corporal's shoulder. "It's ok." It really wasnt. Even in the endless war it never got this bad. There was... nothing. No one in charge. Another Sgt running up behind him broke him from his thoughts. "Sir! We're receiving a transmission from the High Cathedral. It's Des Skyflyer!" Div turned, a look of shock on his face. "Skyflyer's ok? Wha...great! She can take charge! I'll talk to her right now. Patch me through!"

Lieutenant Kommander Kjoll
Space Station Jallr
Sector (-24, 10)

Kjoll stared good and hard at his view screen. He was having a video chat with Captain Gærn. A chat he didn't much want or like. The rise of a hostile civilization, the Exodite Dominion, was very concerning.

Once the debriefing was over, Kjoll was silent. The silence was only broken after a good fifteen minutes.

"Keep patrolling the outer sectors. I don't want any surprises."

"Aye, Lieutenant Kommander."

"And avoid anymore confrontations. You're likely to have much more than just a damaged Valkyrie the next time."

"Of course. Gærn out."

The screen changed back to a tactical layout of the space around them with the station in the middle, and Kjoll turned to his comms officer.

"Comm, get the word out about the Exodite Dominion. And order the nearby fleets to be on alert. Any unauthorized entrance into our space is to be met by all necessary force. They know we're here, and they know who we are. They won't come looking with just a single dropship next time."

"Aye, Sir."

Large fleets of 50-75 ships congregated on every system with a habitable world with scouts watching the remaining systems in all sectors along the southwestern border. Scanners were set to detect Exodite signatures, and weapons were kept hot.
Ambassador Ulfír
Scientific Observation Force Above Vivaldi
Sector (-12, 24)

"I appreciate the notice, Captain. I will make my way to your shuttle bay swiftly."

Ulfír began making his way to the shuttle bay, moving quickly but carefully so as not to trample any of the Science crew members.

Frosthold Castle
Frostlake City
Sector (-3, 3)

"Interesting that you seem so insistent on your title, when just moments earlier you did not mind," the guard shot back. "In any case, Ecstatic, our meeting with Innsmouth does not preclude a separate meeting with you later, if you go through the proper protocols."

"As for your message, the Monarch is watching our conversation at the very moment. He is, needless to say, currently being informed."
Outside the Castle

Another guard greeted Admiral Innsmouth as he approached the Castle, and escorted him inside to meet the Monarch.
Inside the Castle

Monarch Wintermoot and his cabinet were learning of Science's promise of aid just as Innsmouth arrived. They welcomed the Avonite in.
Planetary Traffic Control

Space traffic controllers contacted the Lernaean delegation with a pre-prepared message and gave them instructions to land.
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Protheus, Allied States of Lernaea
Sector (-18, 1)

A shuttle departed from the Wintrean convoy, and soon landed on Protheus for the meeting.
Wintrean Diplomatic Mission to the Aesir Empire
AFS Jörmungandr
Sector (-16, 14)

"Thank you," Lundgren responded. "We would greatly appreciate your aid." She paused a moment, and then continued. "Shall we being more formal talks now?"
Trilia Scientific Research Station
Frozen Realm of Wintreath under Romulan occupation
Sector (5, -6)

Lajunen stepped up. "Uh, hi."
Wintrean Diplomatic Convoy
Vivaldi, Democratic Empire of Rationalist Science
Sector (-12, 24)

Shuttles from the convoy began landing and building the embassy.

Pyat'sot Pervyy Journals

"What I remember about the first battle of the war... was the chaos. In seconds, the near quiet vacuum of space, would turn into a mess of lasers. It would soon become a hellish fight. Small craft were zooming all over the place, and capital ships making the best of their firepower. Our legion, the Drakonovskiye Pyat'sot Pervyy Legion, has been assigned to the esteemed Grand Admiral Aedyn Zaegun to deal with the Wintreath forces at Varno. Our legion was assigned most of the Specter starfighters. My squad would soon launch from a brand new Anastasia Capital Class Ship made in the Treon Ship Yards. Fighting in the cockpit of a Specter was a unique experience, but the battle would not compare to the simulations back home or the previous battles to occupy and annex minor worlds... All the screaming of people whose starcraft got destroyed, the confusing changing of orders and targets, the death of friends you will never see again - all created a profound effect on the mind."

Aedyn Zaegun's Fleet
Varno
Sector (6,-6)

Space soon dissolved into a dazzling mess of fire. Soon, Zaegun would realize some of the cons of his new theoretical strategy, but worrying about that will come later. Wintrean ships soon appeared out of hyperspace, and joined the fray.

However, the strategy would not be the end of them. Acarian military structure was created in order to give commanders the initiative, while high command would give a simple objective. In this case, the objective was to ensure the destruction and retreat of Wintrean ships around Varno. Capital ships and their smaller brethren were in squads. This secondary strategy was created so groups of ships could focus fire down a ship, ensuring a quicker destruction of a ship and its removal from the battle.

Already, the grouping of ships were seen, as they focused their barrages on the enemy ships. Meanwhile, Zaegun would micromanage his larger group to help out and give out overall commands about greater dangers, asking groups nearby to change their focus.

The ship Zaegun was commanding from was being fired upon too, but the particle field proved effective. Zaegun would then order the ship's starcraft to bomb the threat. Also, he would position his ship to prepare a barrage of fire upon the enemy. Zaegun hoped that the battle would be won soon.

Filipp Nakhimov's Fleet
Dara
Sector (6,-6)

Filipp was commanding his fleet as well, doing his best to deal with the incoming reinforcements. He was mainly in command of the Acarian Dvesti Dvenadtsat' Batal'ona, which was already record lowest losses so far. Filipp was often calm and collected, even in the most tense situations. His strategy was being cautious, yet aggressive at the same time. He looked for every opening and advantage he could to turn the tide of battles. Since he was fighting for a highly urbanized planet, he had much of the Remus D Frigates. He used these in space to focus its torpedo and missile fire on the enemy ships he deemed the toughest and strongest. Filipp hoped the battle will output the least losses as possible, as he cared for his troops deeply.

Diplomatic Convoy
Allied States of Lernaea Border

"That is wonderful news," replied Katarina Marianne. "We shall see to establishing a permanent embassy in your capital, and we shall inform our capital of Zuophus to set up a designated area in our Foreign Quarter"

Zuophus, United Acarian Empires
Foreign Quarter
Sector (5, -19)

The diplomat said to Bergli, "The United Acarian Empires has decided to give you diplomatic immunity. You shall stay here in the Foreign Quarter, and we will provide some comfort of living to you and your friends and also provide for your life. Acaria will discuss with Wintreath on your transfer back home."

Zuophus, United Acarian Empires
Private Home of Senator Isilian Acacius
Night Time
Sector (5, -19)

Isilian Acacius was conversing with a few other senators in his private home. His home was elaborate and well furnished, as it was in the uppermost level of the city. Droid servants served drinks and snacks to the senators. Isilian was a notable in the Senate, as he was from and leader of the planet of Efrion.

Efrion was a well known for it's peaceful ways, and it's beautiful environment. The planet was inhabited by a few billion, but most lived in the only city in the planet. The rest was all wilderness, protected by its strict environmental laws. It was very much a green planet, with no carbon emissions other than by natural means (breathing). It was powered by renewable sources of energy as well.

Isilian invited other senators to converse a meeting about the latest decisions. Another notable senator with him was Lydimiya Marcia of Poscolla, another notable beautiful planet. Although in this case, Poscolla had a diverse population of races and several smaller cities than just one. Also, Poscolla is debatedly not as pacifist.

Isilian started saying, "This is going to be harmful to Acaria... We will lose a lot of manpower."

"This militarization policy is quite questionable in my opinion. Many families and people will be affected," replied Lydimiya.

"Yes... quite. I do not like the direction the empire is going, or what Consul Nicholas Æinridisson is doing. Perhaps he is trying to increase his power with this war. Although he hasn't enacted emergency powers yet, other than the creation of a Grand Army, this is his 7th term of election."

"I see what you are saying Isilan, but what are we to do about it? It seemed most of the senators have agreed with the policies."

"Yes, but I have noticed there is some dissent. Not everything looks as good as it seems within the senate. Many want change in the empire: change in policy, change in everything."

"It is quite interesting that he got elected 7 times in a row," said another senator from Rieter.

Lydimiya answered, "It is... but it is probably due to his militarization policy that he got elected. The tides of change are coming to the empire, a new age. But how golden will this age seem?"

The other senator (from Osworia) spoke up, "This war will bring some good to Acaria, such as new innovations and cultural upbringing... But I do not believe in Nicholas. I'd support a Vote of No Confidence in the consul."

"A Vote of No Confidence?" replied the Rieter senator. "That is an interesting decision. But Emperor Zemas is friends with Nicholas is he not?"

Isilian responded, "He is on good terms with Nicholas, but his involvement in government has decreased ever since the heir got sick... No, he is too occupied to deal with government. But for now, I say we are finished with this discussion. None of us will speak of this to anyone, even your friends and family, until the time is right, agreed?"

All the other senators nodded and started to leave. The droids started to clean up the empty glasses as they left.

Senator Lydimiya was the last one to leave. "You believe this is the best course of action Isilian?"

"No, I do not... But we must do something. Good night, and lightspeed Senator Lydimiya."

Treon,
Treon Military Base
Sector (7,-16)

Dr.Khador was almost finished with his latest research project, which he called the AT-AW-7e (All Terrain Armoured Walker). But soon, he would have a new task. He would have to gather the best of his scientists and head to an uninhabited planet on the edge of the frontier facing away from the center of the galaxy. After he ensured that the AT-AW-7e was finished in its experimentation stage, and that it was in the stage of improving any final errors, he prepared to head off into the unknown reaches of the galaxy.

Donna Leonard - Diplomat Convoy to Romulans
IRW Pevatha
Romulan Border Zone

"It's a pleasure to meet some Romulans as well," Donna responded. "I'm Donna by the way. Donna Leonard." Had she heard correctly? She'd be one of the first Lernaeans to experience alien meals and culture! She tried to stay professional but her pulse quickened in excitement as she followed Commander Tovanus into the alien spaceship.
Wallace White - Diplomat to Aesir
Protheus
Sector (-18, 1)

"Alright!" replied White. "It's been a pleasure working with you, Ambassador. I hope that this agreement will bring prosperity to both our people. I'll leave you to your duties now. You can contact me anytime!"
Diplomatic Convoy to Wintreans
Sector (-3, 3)

A shuttle departed from the Lernaean convoy, and soon landed for the meeting.
Craig Smith - Diplomatic Convoy to Wintreans
Protheus
Sector (-18, 1)

Craig Smith rushed along with his ceremonial guard to meet the Wintreans that were just coming in. He couldn't believe what was happening! He would be the first to meet the original people! He arrived at the landing bay as he heard the Wintrean shuttle coming closer and awaited its arrival.
Diplomatic Convoy to Acarians
Allied States of Lernaea Border

"Thank you very much. I'll get my people over to your capital of Zuophus to set up an embassy."
Witchian Scout & Learnean Diplomatic Fleet
Somewhere around the Witchian border

"Of course," replied Jones. He reached for his comm and shouted, "Plot a course! We are heading to New Witchmond!"

Scientific Imperial Fleet Observation Task Force
Orbiting Vivaldi
Sector (-12, 24)

Mott watched as Ambassador Ulfír made his way to him in the docking bay. After being mildly amused by the Fleet crew who had to hastily get out of the way to avoid being trampled by the titanic Aesir ambassador, he greeted Ulfír once more.

"Would you like to return to your ship or proceed immediately to the planet?" Mott asked the Ambassador.
Science Expeditionary Force
Near Wintrean border
Sector (-6, 9)

Soon, the expeditionary force arrived at Wintreath, and sent out a message asking for further directions.
Special Task Force of the Scientific Exploration Fleet
Within Witchian Territories
Sector (-15, -14)

Following the Lernaeans' lead, the Scientists jumped into hyperspace, heading for the heart of New Witchmond.
Diplomatic Mission to Aesir Empire
Drekiheimr
Sector (-23, 14)

Ambassador Glass's shuttle soon arrived at the Jörmungandr, and asked to dock and meet with the new Jarl.
Embassy of Science to Lernaea
Protheus
Sector (-18, 1)

Soon, the Scientific embassy was complete. Rogers sent out messages to both the Lernaean government and his own, and the embassy quickly opened.

Bridge Communications Records
IRW Venator Stellarum
Avon, Avonite Enclave

"Subcommander!  Avonite fleet exiting hyperspace.  The Intelligence computer identifies them as elements of the 3rd Fleet.  Orders sir?"

"Jam all communications in the system.  I want all comms ranges flooded, you hear me!  No communication shall get through, you hear!?  Prepare transporters for emergency return beam to AvCom.  Additionally, appraise the Commander and Admiral Pistrix of our situation immediately." 

Infirmary

"Yes, Councilor Flowchaser.  She was beamed out as quickly as Romulan technology would allow.  Ideally it would have been mid-flight, but I'm afraid interference resulted in some ground impact before transport.  Doctor Rolex assures me that she will make a full recovery."

The Commander's wrist communicator flashed, "AVONITE 3 FLEET EXITING HYPERSPACE IN SYSTEM.  PRECAUTIONARY COMMUNICATIONS JAM HAS BEEN PUT IN PLACE.  ADM PX APPRAISED OF SITUATION ETA OF FLEET UNKNOWN.  RETURN TO BRIDGE—SEMAL"
Admiral Pistrix's Fleet
IRW D'Venorex Elysia
Southern Avonite Enclave
En Route to Avon

"Admiral!  Urgent message from the Stellarum!  Another Avonite fleet has exited hyperspace in the Avonite home system and they are requesting an update on our arrival."

"Respond secure channel, advise ETA.  Signal the fleet.  I want all vessels to give me more speed!" 

"As you wish, Admiral!"
Communications Records
IRW Pevatha
Romulan Border Zone

"Wonderful!  Good to meet you, Commander Leonard!  We are truly delighted to have you aboard today, truly!  This way!"

Commander Tovanus twirled around and led the party through a pair of viridescent semitransparent double doors etched with a variety of complex, Romulan geometric and symbolic designs.  Through this was a room with a green and white marble floor, a Trychaean table with an white, emerald and gold tablecloth, and various jade dishes emblazoned with the seal of the Romulan Star Empire. 
"Ahh, yes!  This would be the dining hall!  I have to admit, the jade dishware is hardly usual, but I thought that it would be very good to give you the entire cultural experience!  You are, after all, now within the borders of the empire, so why not get a few of the benefits?"

He beamed at his Lernaean guests as he grabbed a bottle of Romulan ale from the table. 
Ground, Planet Trilia
Romulan Occupation Command
Romulan-Occupied Wintrean Remant

The Tal Shiar Officer responded to Dr. Lajunen with what only could be described as a sickening combination of a smirk, sneer, and grin.  "I'm afraid that you have been selected for special interrogation by the Tal Shiar Special Weapons Research Bureau.  I'm sure you'll cooperate though.  It'd be a shame if you chose loyalty to your state over that to your family... this way!"

The Polisium then handcuffed the Doctor and led him through corridors and turbolifts until it became quite clear that they were no longer in any Wintrean construction, until they stopped in front of a door that read: 

DIRECTOR LEMARAK
COMMANDER, PROJECT POLLENTIA

The door opened to reveal an ivory room with a great bay window overlooking the snowy white Trilian landscape behind a black desk at which a Romulan officer sat pouring over his work.  The officer paused and looked up, "Ahh, Doctor Lajunen.  I'm pleased to finally meet you..."