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Call To Arms
Thraxen spent every waking moment preparing for the upcoming summit. He invited the Exemplars, gathered his allies, and prepared himself mentally. This was it, the conference that will decide the best course of action against the Dalek threat. Earlier this cycle, he presented his case the the Xel'naga Principality Board on Kleron. After much debate and discussion by the Xel'naga Premiers, the impasse was broken by the final vote, the majority went to the supporters of the merge. Soon directly after, the Xel'naga Grand Chancellor himself approved the act and it was imposed upon the remaining Xel'naga councilors to support the plan. Thraxen smiled to himself, he only needed to convince the other Sanctum councilors to rally by his side.
As Thraxen walked through the vast halls of the Sanctum capital, he wondered about their own combat capability. The Precursors provided most of the ships with their mastery of Neural Physics. Their cruisers and capital ships were built like mighty fortresses who carry some of the most powerful weapons ever conceived. They have created a controversial kinetic force application cannon that is capable of launching 60,000 ton metal projectiles at ninety-nine percent the speed of light. Capable of being effective at any range, this capital ship standard has targeting systems honed from billions of years of refinements, allowing the slug to be guided across all the planets in the system before finally collapsing in the systems star, which sub-sequentially implodes on itself. A less potent Precursor weapon is the Gravity Well. It uses the force of gravity and intensifies it on the target area. Designed mostly for bombardment, it can be used to compress a starship to the point of flattening it. All ships carry the Sanctum standard Hyperflux batteries and the heavier, Hyperflux Model 2. The current highest executive official is the Precursor Matriarch, Telias.
The Leviathans in space combat use sealed exoskeletons due to to their immense physiology. This "battle armor" donned the standard Hyperflux models and also carried the substantially more powerful, Ultraflux battery. This weaponry, when complimented by the Leviathans powerful psychic influence, allows them to manipulate their equipment in a way that rivals or even surpasses Xel'naga and Precursor AI's. This did not stop them from developing further technology; they constructed the Leviathan Dominator, a fairly sized vessel that has a crew of ten. It's weapon systems are versatile, allowing them to respond in a plethora of situations that is supplemented by the Leviathans psychic adeptness. Their current highest executive official is the Leviathan Judicator, Girazov
The Xel'naga ships, while not as massive and imposing as the Precursor's or as specialized and fast as the Leviathan's, they had one thing that made them stand out, their durability. With shielding allowing them to survive a singularity, resist a black hole's gravity, or survive a direct hit by a comet with not so much as a scratch, their shields stood as a testament to the Xel'naga's wisdom, willpower, and sublime technological superiority. Additionally, Xel'naga vessels have enormous hanger bays letting the command ship to hide behind a swarm of fighters and interceptors. Their already formidable defenses are strengthened with the use of a variety of countermeasures which vary in function, from reflecting laser-based batteries, detonating incoming missiles before they impact, super-cooling thermal artillery, hacking attempts, and deploying time mines that substantially increases the age of any non-friendly matierial within its proximity by trillions of years. The current highest executive official is the Grand Chancellor, Lurrek
Thraxen thought as he reached the conference hall, The soldiers of the galaxy will have better use of this technology then we can ever field. The proud warriors of Sanghelios, the mighty Templar of Aiur, the sword and shield of Palaven, the Humans... Thraxen always found the Humans to be a curious race. One that rose above and beyond through the veil of insurmountable odds and prevailed nevertheless. "They will be a valuable asset", Thraxen said mostly to himself.
Thraxen entered the impressive conference hall, walking under the swooping arches. He took note of the somber and expressionless looks set on some of the councilors faces. His foot steps suddenly became heavier as he approached his seat on the councilors balcony. His seat was complex and ornate, swathed in ancient hieroglyphs of historic mystery. He sat and looked at the Exemplars, their expressions dry as a bone. The summit soon began as the remaining dignitaries arrived.
"Glorious Sanctum council", the speaker started. "First and foremost, the council courteously welcomes the presence of the wise Exemplars. Their counsel as per requested by the Xel'Naga Board of Principalities. Continuing on, the council seeks a solution to a threat that has been made against Sanctum." The speaker's speech soon darkened,"The near incursion of the Daleks." Thraxen took his cue.
"On behalf of the Xel'Naga principality board and holding the authority of our Grand Chancellor Lurrek honored be thy name, we hereby propose to the Sanctum council, a potential solution!"
The speaker turned to him skeptically, "This council recognizes the Xel'Naga plea, proceed as you will."
Threaten stood confidently, "I propose to the Sanctum, the complete merging of the Milky Way galaxy."
Those words evoked outrage. Councilors argued amongst each other, most ridiculing the idea; in his own seat R'koan cringed and sighed. The Exemplars however remained calm, yet... interested. The auditorium was in chaos."Please hold your objections!" the speaker spoke frantically.
"We also propose the distribution of all our technology with the primitives" Another Xel'Naga councilor said worriedly.
"Ludicrous!"
"Madness!"
"Outrageous!"
Again, the situation began to sour and Thraxen began to worry. If this didn't improve soon, Exemplar support or not, he could not see getting through to the councilors.
"Statement!" was yelled and the council turned its attention to the Precursor balcony. Thraxen was curious, he knew that voice. And when a council pod moved forward, he can see it was non other Shielion presenting herself. Shielion was a reclusive councilor, usually only participating in votes and the like, Thraxen had never seen this from her.
"Proceed." said the speaker.
Shielion nodded to him, "Noble councilors, long has it been since we sat together and worked toward the betterment of the universe. Now, they are alive again. If we are to have a fleeting chance of survival we must consider the most radical of solutions. If it means standing with our brothers and sisters, our... family, along the children we so swore to protect then so be it." Shielion paused, and gazed out towards the vast council before her and continued,"When we forged this Sanctum we chose to uphold an oath, a promise of guidance and honesty, of courage and willpower, to protect the meek and raise the wings of our species when the Winds call us to flight. In the face of death and threat of extinction, we spat at the muddied ground and forgot the judgement of the past. WE ROSE THEN!" Shielion yelled with all the strength she could muster. "We, all of us have faced death and stomped at the ground in which we fell, in valiance; And we flew together, do not forget that time when facing death once more." Shielion gingerly withdrew her seat. Thraxen's resolve faltered for a flicker, but he knew that Shielion would always be an outstanding diplomat.
"Clearly we mustn't spread dissent in haste." Proximius noted, still reeling. "However the fact of the matter still stands, you wish to allocate Type 4 technology to those with the likes of the Queen of Blades. Why is that Thraxen?
Thraxen steeled himself and responded to the Precursor immediately, " The Queen of Blades has changed, she is no longer as ruthless as before. Due to the Vernal artifact restoring her humanity."
Proximus eyed him suspiciously before saying, "Allow me to rephrase, you wish to simply give our technology to... humans?"
Thraxen flinched at that, "The Humans have proven themselves through trials of fire. They cannot be discounted, even if their meritocracy is not as refined as Asari per say. They have lost and sacrificed and still they defended their home to the bitter end, rising past insurmountable odds in the face of evil and injustice emerging triumphant.
A different Precursor spoke up, " So what if we agree, can we not just choose those we know whose intentions are pure?"
"Take the heroes and the villains will rise, this is the only way without disrupting the balance of the homes those heroes left to fight for." R'Koan added.
Toranor scoffed at that,"The sheer profoundness of the act, we are gods in their mind, why ask for assistance?
"Do not grow too complacent." R'Koan said warningly." You and I both know that your bluster won't produce the millions of soldiers we need to engage in conflict." Toranor glared at the Xel'Naga but said nothing.
Thraxen interjected, "We all our capable of malicious acts, as with the Humans. What makes us sentient is the capacity for change, for the better... or for worse in cases such as that of Amon." Thraxen saddened at that, the exile of the fallen Xel'Naga was necessary. He was a brilliant aristocrat, putting others before himself, working towards the greater good. He was young when is mind was deluded by evil. He corrupted the Zerg so that the Xel'Naga may take our place as the universes true ruler by overwhelming our enemies. We didn't leave the Protoss because they annoyed us, we wanted to save them from ourselves. Since his exile he has sworn to take revenge on his species, to create the universe in his image. Even today the ghosts of the past still haunt the present.
"Perhaps," Solvein, a Xel'Naga suggested. "Exemplars we seek your input, share with us your wisdom."
The council became silent and turned toward the levitating group that had said nothing so far.
Finally, the Primus spoke with a old and inspiring voice, his words carrying the incredible power and volume as befit of a billion year old being, "There is something..."
"Tell us wise one, what is it that we must do." the speaker spoke tentatively.
"We sense something... a signature we have not seen in thousands of years." The Primus spoke cryptically.
A foreboding feeling washed over Thraxen; "I have a very unfavorable premonition about this." Thraxen turned toward his friend R'koan. The other councilors were also whispering in confusion. In the Leviathan balcony, something was stirring their psychic minds as was with the Precursors. "Something is happening" Shielion thought; She unconsciously raised her guard.
The entire council froze as a presence presented itself in their minds. It was ancient, powerful, familiar... The speaker visibly tensed and muttered to the sentries behind him,"Elevate threat level, ensure that the para-universal barriers are functional." Just as he had said that a blinding light enveloped the room, before dissipating as quickly as it arrived.
"HE'S GONE!" The council gasped and looked toward the Exemplars. Thraxen could not fathom the horror he just witnessed, the Primus is gone!
"Impossible!" called out Myrael. "He can't have just vanished!"
"Can it be the Daleks?" A councilor exclaimed.
"We can't know for certain." The speaker addressed.
"Someone find~~." The councilor never finished as he was inturrupted by loud swishing sound, it sounded of groaning of machinery when put under stress. Thraxen looked to the center of the conference to see a box-like object materialize there. Its blue doors opened to reveal a tan humanoid with a bright red cylinder sitting atop its head. For a while the council just stared...
Cheerily, as if casually greeting someone the tan being said, "Hello then, I'm The Doctor!"
In a welcoming response one appropriate for calm and level-headed diplomats, the councilors balconies shielded, fifty or so Sanctum guardsmen were teleported in, and every conceivable Sanctum weapon, capable of being carried by a person was pointed at the alien.
"A Human! Do my eyes deceive me?" Myrael yelled, seemingly startling the Human. The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and performed a quick bio-scan of the conference.
"Sonic probe!" one of the guards yelled, as he tried to make a grab the device. The Doctor however side-steeped to his right while still scrutinizing his sonic.
"Really!" The Doctor muttered to himself, putting the sonic in his coat. "That can't be right; That can't be possible." He turned towards the guardsmen and pointed at him dramatically, "You should be extinct!" Behind him the Doctor's time machine, the TARDIS, was psychically levitated to a Leviathan Exemplar.
"HEY, I need that!" The Doctor yelled to the large creature.
The Leviathan however ignored him and seemed to be deep in thought, he telekinetically widened its doors and seemed surprised for a brief second. "A TARDIS? And its alive!" The Leviathan marveled. He set the blue phone box down and faced The Doctor, "That of course is preposterous for a human... unless you are something more."
"A Time Lord," A Precursor Exemplar surmised. "I should have known, how did you even find this place, for I cannot see into your mind."
The Doctor thought to himself before saying,"I was re-attaching the hand-brake in deep space when something took hold of my pho... err TARDIS. I found myself heading to this place unable to change course or even have any input!" Thraxen did not expect this from a species that demands respect. He found himself contemplating whether or not this "Doctor" was yelling at a box.
The Exemplar looked toward the speaker after hearing that. Sighing, he told the guards to stand down.
"But sir~."
"That's an order!" The speaker said firmly.
"Yes...sir." His subordinate mumbled reluctantly, as he and the rest of the guard lowered their myriad of weaponry.
"Perhaps that space-time fluctuation was the same force causing the disappearance of the Primus," A Xel'Naga councilor suggested.
"It could be the Daleks attempting to enter this universe." Proximius spoke.
With the mention of his archenemy The Doctor paled. "The Daleks? Here?"
"Of course you would know, but we are not the primitive children the Time Lords met long ago, we know war." The Exemplar who spoke earlier said.
"You can't fight the Daleks conventionally!" The Doctor shook his head in denial.
"We can try, our technology rivals theirs." Thraxen spoke up.
"But you were~." The Doctor began.
"Fighting extinction ourselves," Thraxen interrupted. "With the loss of the Primus I fear that same reckoning approaches ever closer."
The Exemplars nodded in agreement,"Let us hope that your efforts with this plan, be vindicated"
Tonraque ,a Precursor, lurched forward at that, "Exemplars! You aren't actually considering that we bring the galaxies into this!"
"I believe we can all agree that we are in need of soldiers and that it would be for the best that we seek advice from this... Doctor." The Exemplar, seeing the curious look on The Doctor's face transmitted the plan to him via psychic link.
The Doctor's eyes widened in horror, "Is that all it takes? Throwing lifeforms that have little association with you into a conflict they don't deserve to be in! There must be another solution!
The Exemplar looked at the Time Lord sadly, he remembered the battle for Gallifrey, how it fell in fire. "We have not time, the Daleks are nearly here. If we fight them alone they will defeat us, then they will exterminate every life form in the galaxy and its copies. They will cripple their militaries, their scientists completely unaware of the enemy prior to the invasion and have no way contacting the other galaxy copies." The Exemplar closed his eyes in sorrow, "They will die while we burn in Sanctum."
"There must be something I can do." The Doctor hesitated.
"You need not fight with us." The Exemplar assured him."But your guidance may decide our failure or victory."
It ached the Doctor to see more violence, to see more worlds burn under the Daleks. He mourned Gallifrey, but now he was angry; angry at the Daleks for invading his home, angry at the Gallifrey High Council for allowing their home to be lost. Above all, he was angry at himself for letting that happen. He won't let it happen again!
He looked up at the Exemplars and toward the council and spoke with a grief-stricken intensity,"I will only advise you, however you can't just collapse the barriers; panic will ensue."
"I suppose we can just transport the inhabitants to Sanctum, we can construct worlds for them to inhabit." Thraxen recommended.
"I suppose that is the best course of action." An Exemplar replied. "There is still the matter of the council's approval..."
The Speaker took his cue,"The Xel'Naga Plea has been heard, does the rest of the council consent?" The council discussed to their respective species. "We await your final decision."
"Aye!" Yelled the Precursor councilors.
"Aye!" The Leviathans followed.
"The vote has been cast, the Sanctum will pledge their support to the Xel'Naga plea. Does the Xel'Naga wish to add any further statements?" The speaker inquired.
"A request, speaker."
"How does thou wish to proceed?"
"A message to the Daleks." The Doctor winced upon hearing that. Thraxen detached his seat and moved it forward.
"Proceed with thine message"
Thraxen waited as he was recorded,"Daleks of Skaro I address you on behalf of Sanctum and the Milky Way Galaxy. You deliver your mantra of annihilation to us expecting our submission. Know this we stand unyielding, heads unbowed. And while in the conflict yet to pass, our hands will be bloodied, our armor tattered; we will fight and defend until the final tenacious soldier utters his final curse. Know that with every one of our brethren you slay, our resolve grows ever stronger. And know that your victory will not be easy to attain, attack us and you stand before the complete judgement of the Sanctum. And finally, most importantly, know that you will bear witness to the monument of your sins, the wrath of the galaxies's champions.
There 3,000 words, I really tried my best with The Doctors entry. I still need your input so review the heck out of that review button! And tell me which races's perspective you want me to capture once they initiate the merge. Also, I think i'll stick with this size. Tell me what you think of the Exemplars too(Just so you know they are nameless, but their names are stored inside the Sanctum archives)!