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0121.10.14

Alien System - Alien World Orbit

Batarian Hegemony 65th Pirate Fleet

High Admiral Octab'noel

Cast on the Shackles - Batarian Warbird Dreadnaught-Class

High Admiral Octab'noel was not having a good day. Even as his dreadnought took fire from the newly arrived alien forces. He couldn't help but watch as the aliens, despite being numerically inferior and lacking mass effect technology, battered his fleet.

The alien forces had not only kept them from pushing through the defenses of their city but put up a proper resistance compared to most Council species or Independent Nations.

At least they weren't the Mon'tario, Loc'turns, or the damn Tel'dor. Despite the age of those species, they had never seemed to shake their propensity for brutality which had left them banned from the Council Space. At least other species weren't as bloody as they.

However, this new alien species was starting to gain traction on his own list. They had repelled any and all attempts to breach into their major population centers through a mixture of alien technology unknown to Octab and what he knew to be primitive tactics such as trench warfare. Something the majority of the Citadel Races and most of the Independent Species had abandoned long ago.

Besides those stubborn reptiles out of the Helixia Cluster. Still had nightmares the last time he had pushed into that sector of space to get Krogan Slaves.

As he watched, a beam of bright green energy punched through one of the battleships from stem to engine, splitting it in half before its ammo belts detonated and it tore itself apart. Enough was enough. Motioning for the communications officer, he would grab his comm system before speaking.

"Attention all Vessels. Our cargo sectors are filled as much as we can. This new race has proved resistant enough to our efforts before their fleet arrived. As of this moment, we are leaving. All forces, turn and begin retreating through the Relay. No point in loosing anymore forces. We will have to fill the rest of our quota on Council races."

Already he could feel the eyes of his crew on him even as the more pathetic captains were starting to turn their vessels around at record speed. Swerving as best they could to avoid incoming blasts of energy from the aliens and their asarian like mobile weapons. What they had lost in terms of pirates and scum, they had managed to fill cargo bays full of alien technology that would in itself provide a proper selling price.

Even as he felt his dreadnought turn, he quickly turned off his communications array after the last time one of the aliens started to scream into it while it tore apart the Apathetic God's engines with its strange energy lance. These primitives may have bested them now, but it was clear that this would not be the end.

"Nearly two hundred thousand lost. Most were scum and pirates, but many good Batarians died today…there will be retribution. Helm, set a course for Omega. I need to make another contact with the Collectors again. The Hegemony will need to prepare for war once we return."


0121.10.14

Shanxi System - Shanxi Capital: Auttobenid

Ground Side

Planetary Resistance Forces

Duo Maxwell

Duo grinned as he brought Deathscyth's Scythe down atop a pair of Alien fighters as they flew two close to his position near the wall of Shanxi. After the destroyer had been brought down and the Argo had been forced to leave the area lest its weakened state leave it open for attack, the Deathscythe had opted to land and help defend the breach that had opened up.

When news of the arrival of relief forces started to circulate through the ground side forces, most of them being exhausted from the month of continuous fighting due to the Alien. Already space bound forces were breaking through the alien blockade due to some idiot rushing and disrupting them. He could see multiple dropships break towards the few still standing places of Resistance, mainly to Auttobenid itself.

Then the singing started and any good mood that he had was increased a hundredfold. He knew that voice had gone to a few of her concerts when she and Lacus would both sing together or even Nero joined them for a show.

If she was here, then that meant that one or more of the Minor Houses had joined up. Like the Gremory House had. They did owe the Knight Lord for holding the breach long enough for them to shore up the defenses. That aside, he could see flashes of missile detonations from gunships breaching the atmosphere and multiple detonations in space.

"Well boys and girls, looks like the party crashers are finally here. So it seems like the fun is over."

Even as he huffed, Deathscythe would detect other forces from across the planet that had begun to approach their location when a scream echoed overhead. Tilting his Gundam's head up, he watched as one of the new Mk3 Orbital Insertion Dropships broke through the cloud cover and fired its ventral thrusters to slow its incoming landing.

"This is the Jacob's Messenger, to Gundam Pilot, we are coming in for a landing to drop off supplies. Month long without resupplies would drain even your machine, My Lord."

Ah, that crap. Since the reunion of Humanity, most saw Gundam Pilots as some kind of symbol like the Nobility, and as such, he, like the others who use gundams, constantly got called that now. With a thrust, the long boxy dropship touched down. Pads extending from the bottom to hold it on the sands as thrusters on the pads turned the sand to glass to properly support it.

Fifty meters long, twenty-five wide, and fifteen high, the thing was literally a brick with wings and engines strapped to it. Yet the arrival of several boxes of 75mm shells, being unloaded out of the sides by robots, were a sight for sore eyes. As one, he and the other machines currently present would slowly lower their machines to a knee as multiple mechanics and combat engineers emerged from the dropship to start repairs.

The wings jutting from the back near the engines sported a series of missile pods while the sloped armored cockpit at the front had side mounted scaled down beam pods from which swept the area as Engineers worked rapidly to begin refilling mecha with standard 75mm rounds. They have been long depleted.

As he watched, the aliens in the distance seemed to be gathering around one location, the seeming cease fire between both sides merely there for the aliens to consolidate and prepare for their final push. It was nearly five minutes since the OID arrived that more signatures would start to collect around him as well. The few surviving Tanks from the 3rd PDF Tankery Division arrived, two of the 105mm heavy smooth bore cannoned tanks rolling up to either side of the remaining mobile suits.

PDF as well started trickling in from the city, seeing as all other areas of conflict had otherwise stopped, leaving this the last location it would seem. Nearly a hundred and fifty of the original thousand PDF troopers remained from the city, now clustered behind sandbags.

The cough of thrusters echoed in his ears as he turned towards the north as Mikazuki and his allies in Tekkadon arrived, that monster of a Gundam touching down beside him along with six STH-20 Hekija which landed around him. A comm opening even as his systems registered that the crews which were scrambling around the various machines and soldiers had started to refill his Head Vulcans.

"Was wondering when you'd show up. Seems the aliens are gearing up for one final push since their fleet is in disarray."

The image of the young black-haired man that was the muscle of Tekkadon flashed beside him as he merely nodded.

"Like Chryse Guard Security, they use Alien Debris…don't like them."

Duo frowned as Deathscythe seemed to understand his own views, a hand raising and coming down upon the shoulder of Barbatos. The much larger gundam would shift its head towards its smaller counterpart before the head dipped alongside Mikazuki's own.

"I am guessing you didn't kill as many as we did…hey. Once this is all over maybe we can see about helping those we captured. Doubt a lot of them wanted any part in this."

Another pat on the shoulder of Barbatos would follow before the Deathscythe's own systems registered its head mounted weapons had reached capacity and it stepped up slowly. The ground shuddering as it walked alongside the massive OID as it began to take off, heading for the space port even as alien fire started to rake its side. Fighters flying low as to escort slower bombers.

Though before he could actually fire at the incoming alien aircraft, a blaze of bright green lances speared through most while a body smashed into the lead bomber before banking towards them.

His system finally registered the incoming IFFs. Six in total, two Ashtrays, two Muramasas, one custom Gundam, and the final was a true monster, reminding him more of the Devil Gundam in scale and size, rather chunky given all its armor. However, it would twist, and then come down beside the Deathscythe. A smirk growing on his face as he opened up the comms to the new arrivals.

"I thought I heard Belligerent incarnate."


0121.10.14

Shanxi Capital: Auttobenid

Ground Side

Planetary Resistance Forces

Lunamaria Hawke

Lunamaria banked the ZGMF-X56S/γ Blast Impulse Gundam around a barrage of Flak from one of the alien cruisers before she shifted the Impulse's shoulder Missile Launchers into position, firing a barrage keyed to the weapon emplacements scattered across the bulk of the vessel. Mainly their intercept weapons and larger cannons.

With locks primed, the barrel like missile launchers would expend nearly thirty small missiles which detonated if they struck their targets or were intercepted. However enough were put out that they managed to wipe out a good half of the cruiser's weapon systems on the outside of the ship.

The Godzorlas would supplement additional missile barrage with beam weaponry from their beam rifles. Spearing through turret bases or through barrels to cause the metal to warp and block any additional firing from them.

"Alright, let's go for the primary gun."

Even as she says this, one of the Godzorlas would take a round to the head, causing it to detonate and collapse back towards the earth as the pilot no longer had means of fighting without the visual sensors located in the mobile suit's head. The other three however redoubled their efforts while the Impulse Gundam shifted its focus up towards the main spiral cannon of the ship.

Switching the Firefly Missile Launchers out for the Deluge Rail Cannon, the Gundam would put two hyper-velocity rounds into the top of the ship, though given the weak armor that most of the aliens seemed to favor, the rounds would easily punch through and out the other side. This would actually cause fires to erupt from multiple holes before a blast near the top sent it crashing bow first into the earth for nearly thirty miles.

"Well…that was anticlimactic. Signal the PDF to start entering the vessel and try to recover some of ours from it. God only knows what they managed to take from us after all."

Eyes shifting from the downed Cruiser and towards the other as the Bloody Countess swarmed across it, tearing a long gash across its side with the use of her Mouth Positron Cannon before darting away as the crippled vessel's own AA tried to swat her and others out of the sky around it. Then the Muramasas would sweep behind it and fire a barrage into its engines, tearing through the metal and sending it crashing to the earth, crushing several hundred aliens, both slaves and combatants.

A curse slipped from her lips as she banked her Gundam down and towards the ground itself where the fighting was much more intense, though halfway down, a rain of mass effect effected rounds struck the back of her gundam. Thankfully Phase Shift Armor easily absorbed the incoming fire from the alien fighters as they rocketed past at Mach 2.

The Impulse swiftly turned, bringing its Fireflies back around and a barrage of quad missiles left their sockets mere moments before one of the Alien bombers smashed into the side of her Gundam, the weaker alien machine collapsing down on itself and then detonated, its cargo sending the Impulse crashing into the side of the second alien ship as another two dozen fighters seemed to converge on her.

They seemed to be of a desire to crash into her Gundam, before a beam of reds and whites swept through the fighters from above. A very distinct gundam rocketing down between the fighters and the Impulse. Destiny would put itself between the fighters before throwing up a Beam Shield to allow them to crash into. Lunamaria beamed from her cockpit as she pushed off the side of the ship and joined her husband.

"And here I was thinking you'd miss the fun Shinn. Where have you been?"

The image of the dark-haired man appeared to her side, grinning at her as he hefted his beam sword in one hand before firing his head mounted CIWS, shredding two other fighters as they tried to go around the beam shield.

"Well, I had my own problems thank you very much Princess. Not all of us could pal around with the Old Man you know. Anyway, dealt with a second force trying to close on the city from the west."

She would smile however, a hand placed on the Destiny's shoulder as Wife and Husband boosted forward behind the shield, heading back into the furrow above as mobile suits, NEXTS, and PDF fighters fought with Alien fighters and bombers. Their wrecks falling back towards the fighting on the ground.


0121.10.14

Alien System - Alien Capital

Citadel Alliance: SPECTER

Saren Arterius

Saren watched from the shadows of a building as the aliens fought with the Batarians. His own animosity towards them didn't quite leave but it had otherwise subsided. Though there were now some amounts of self-loathing even as he turned and began walking back towards the inner section of the city. His body shimmering for a few seconds before turning into a strange gelatinous state. Golden in coordination, it lasted but a few seconds before in his place stood a human man in his late thirties. Darkened skin.

"So much destruction…"

His plans however were clear after all, despite being a Founder, his mission was to ascertain the abilities of this new existence, to prepare for their arrival and their mission to bring Order to the Chaos.

Yet these humans showed such strange means of warfare, their own may need to adapt if they wished to properly conquer both the humans and this other coalition of aliens. The Founder shifted through debris as he listened to the righting outside of the city. He had been at this for nearly three hundred years, since finding himself in this reality following the end of the War.

With a huff, he would grab hold of a communicator and begin to tap into subspace and then to a satellite in the "Terminus" as this reality called a section of both the Damma and Delta Quadrants. Thankfully the communication devices were well hidden in space and these species had not yet developed the ability to track Subspace Transmissions.

"This is Agent Jos in the Churion Reality. Reporting that we have discovered Humanity. Though they are far from our realities Federation. Technologically speaking they appear stunted, culturally they still have yet to reach our own enemies' dedication. They however have a military that matches our own I believe. With technologies that may prove interesting. I will be returning to the supposed Council Race to goad them to war with Humanity. It is in my opinion they should not be allowed to be strong when we begin our expansion into this reality. Jos out."

Turning, he would resume the same form as before, through with arms held over his head as he rounds a corner in the city and finds himself face to face with a member of their local planetary defense forces. The Turian he posed as dropping to his knees as the humans approached, directing their primitive slug throwing weapons at him as one moved behind him. Then to his surprise, liquid metal extended from the man's arm and locked around his own.

Perhaps he was premature in his opinion of these humans. Liquid Metal was not an easy accomplishment.

"On your feet Xeno. You're coming with us. Judging by your cloths you were a slave soldier? You'll be given some limited medical treatment and cloths till we can get in contact with your original species and return you to them."

Then to surprise them, he spoke in perfect English, causing the humans to stop as they began to move him.

"No need for that. I am Saren Arterius, a member of the Species Turian, and a SPECTAR of the Citadel Alliance of Species. If you could, please, take me to your leaders."


0121.10.14

Shanxi System - Shanxi Capital: Auttobenid

Southern Desert

Tekkadan

Planetary Resistance Forces

Mikazuki Augus

OST: THUNDER FORCE IV『Lightning Strikes Again - Metal Squad』

Mikazuki huffed as he drove Barbatos'es Wrench Mace down atop one of the Alien tanks as it tried to utilize its speed against the PDF's older Model Tiger 6s and Brushbreaker Siege Tanks. Older models meant to retire in outer colony garrisons or defective machines that their crews had to find use for still.

Though they were old, nearly sixty years since their last deployment against the Devil Gundam forces by the marks of Devil Mobile Suit Heads painted on the sides of the hulls. One of the Tiger 6s would align its 105mm cannon with an alien tank before firing. The round found some resistance before striking the sloped armor and glancing off. However, this drew its attention to an AT Crew which planted a round into its track.

The Tank rendered immobile, but Mikazuki rushed into the breach, jumping off the ground before driving the blade like "toes" on both feet into the top of an alien tank and tearing it in half as a result. The Wrench mace swept up and through an alien assault team pushing forward through the PDF. Scattering dozens of broken and mangled bodies before the Gundam. However, the crashing of both Cruisers proved a chance.

He could already see PDF forces pushing towards the cruisers while from orbit, pods began to descend towards the field of war at the back of the PDF lines, likely reinforcements.

With thrusters primed, Barbatos would launch towards one of the nearer Cruisers before driving a fist into its hulk. Sharp claws that had replaced fingers would easily drive down towards the ground, slicing the hull open and begin to allow the PDF to push inside.

Sensors would bark as it detected a lock-on before turning the head of his Gundam towards a squadron of bombers which had just released nearly a hundred missiles meant for cracking bunkers.

With an almost dancer's grace, the Gundam began to shift, opting for one foot on the ground while the other kicked off as thrusters would ignite and thrust it towards the sky. One thing he had found when fighting the United Earth Alliance during the End War, was their rapid use of missiles to overcompensate for lacking Coordinator or New Type aiming ability and primitive AI systems.

Right shoulder shifted as a series of missiles curved past, contrails of smoke following behind them as their systems tried to turn them around before colliding with the earth and tearing the sandy dunes apart. Others managed and swept along the ground before banking up and sweeping back towards the semi-flying gundam. However, a long beam of purple would pierce the clouds, tearing through the fighter formation.

"ARETHA has entered the field."

The NEXT would line up another shot, though with such a high-powered primary weapon, the heavy fire would shear through one side of the Cruiser as it struck a cluster of weapon emplacements which had been keeping the PDF from entering into it.

Barbatos would burn to the right to avoid the rest of the missiles, using them to smash into the ground, the alien armor still active groundside, or just shooting them down those that remained.

"Enemies…Eliminating."

Barbatos screamed through incoming flak from the bombers as he swung his Autocannon into place, cracking off half a dozen shots. One tore the wing from the lead bomber as the fighters scrambled to move towards the ATHENA. Underside pills on the alien bombers directed a rather impressive rain of rounds on towards the Gundam, however with ease they were deflected by the armor.

The second round struck the center mass of another bomber, causing it to tear itself apart as its bombs and missiles cooked off following the impact. The third and fourth rounds gutted another bomber while Barbatos finally reached the scattering formation, right hand punching into the cockpit of a third Bomber and then firing the autocannon attached to that arm into the body.

Sweeping the wrench mace around, he would drive it down on the wing of a fourth bomber while the rest actually turned on a dime. If there was something to be said about the aliens, it was their speed at which they could coax from their weapons. Seven bombers would fly back towards him as they redirected every weapon system towards the Gundam.

However rather than let them repeat what they had done against the Impulse, he cut his boosters and fell back, even as the Bombers moved to follow him. Another burp of his autocannon saw two more burst into flames before he twisted in midair and rocketed towards the ground.

Fire starting to rake the ground and sand beneath him as the bombers tried to keep their heavier weapon systems on him. A pair of PDF fighters even attempted to break off and fire upon the bomber squadron, however increasing Flak forced them back, though their missiles, those that weren't intercepted, managed to detonate another two. Leaving three of the alien vehicles.

"Die Wretched Primitives!"

One of the Aliens yelled over the comms as ganged on the descending Gundam, only for a green beam to pierce through its central mass and cause it to detonate in a ball of fire and shrapnel. Allowing for the Barbatos to twist again, feet colliding with the side of the right cruiser before altering its position, flying off to the side and heading for the left cruiser. The two remaining Bombers however became pray for AA on the ground, retaliatory flak from a pair of Anti-Air Leos would shred their undersides and cockpits, causing them to crash.


0121.10.14

Shanxi System - Shanxi Capital: Auttobenid

Shanxi - Relief Fleet

High Admiral Reinhard von Lohengramm

Reinhard signaled for the supporting fleet to move ahead even as the forces under his command had jumped another fifty ships in the past thirty minutes. Seems that many ships had been pulled from defensive positions in the inner colonies to bulk up what was clearly becoming an issue in the outer colonies.

Zeon ships streamed in, their distinct solid Red, Greens, and Blues breaking up the multi-colored ships of the United Earth Alliance or the drab Greys, Whites, and Blacks of the Federation Alliance. They formed up behind his ship as they continued to pursue the Aliens as they fled for the God Gate.

As Reinhard was about to give orders to focus their Positron Cannon on another of the fleeing Alien Ships, sensors would begin to come back from additional sweeps. His eyes grew wide as he grabbed his Weapon's Operator and barked.

"Call off all additional fire on alien ships! Fleet wide now!"

His teeth grated against one another as he grabbed the railing next to his command seat. His eyes rapidly shifted through lines of information the Ship's AI was directing across the fleet now. The Aliens, having deactivated some kind of block on their ships, revealed the government mandated tracking chip of citizens and military personnel.

"They are using our own as shields."

He shifted his line of sight as the last twenty alien ships passed through the God Gate, forcing the High Admiral to collapse back into his chair even as one of his comm officers turned around in her seat to address him.

"Sir! Sensors are reporting a new mass arriving, no Life signs. IFF reads it as "Transcendence Unto Life"! My Lord, the ELS sent one of their Nexuses."

All conversation likely across the fleet ceased as the largest Quartex Vortex ruptured into existence behind the fleet. A yawning purple swirling vortex from which a mass of silver liquid poured forth. Nearly as large as Ceres back in the Sol System. Nearly 850 Kilometers, the strange moving silver liquid swept from the entrance into Quartex Space. Like the yawning tendrils of some horrific creature, the Nexus would emerge into real space after nearly five minutes. It's very presence creates a gravimetric pull on the ships in the vicinity.

From the seemingly endless ocean of silver metal, tentacles would begin to extend out and wrap about the various wrecks, pulling them in towards Transcendence Unto Life to begin study and replication. Reinhard would shudder at the sight, memories of their first encounter with the ELS still fresh in his mind.

"Enough. Attention all vessels! Form up near the God Gate at ten thousand kilometers away and prepare for interception of alien vessels that may pass through. I want all new ships to be shifted towards resume and retrieval of crew from crippled ships while Transcendence Unto Life is busy analyzing these ships and their crew."

The High Admiral leaned back in his seat even as the fleet of nearly two hundred assorted and mixed vessels moved towards the God Gate, forming up into a wedge formation to prepare for any uninvited guests.


Information

Fendr Continent: The Fendra Continent is the equivalent to earth's Africa in size and importance to Quarian History. As it acted as their Species Cradle and allowed them to prosper.

Borg Cube: For those unfamiliar with Star Trek. Borg Cubes range from simple in size. Half a kilometer. To over six. They are the primary combat vessels and assimilation vessels the Borg Navy utilizes in direct combat. Combined with a rapid adaptive matrix their shields can rapidly nullify any incoming fire once they've gotten enough hits on and studied the fire. They are packed with multiple phaser banks, neutron Torpedoes, and assimilation beams meant for either destroying or outright assimilating other vessels. Their primary tactic is to beam soldiers into unshielded ships and take them by force using Drones.

House Bathory: A formally dead lineage, with the changes to the way humanity ran itself, the surviving members returned to the spotlight. These men and women could trace their ancestry back to the very Bloody Countess Elizabeth Bathory, said to bath in the blood of young girls in an effort to retain her beauty. In an ironic twist of fate, it is led by another Elizabeth, named after her Great, Great, ect Grandmother. Her own mobile suit being a variant of the MBF-P01-Re2AMATU Gundam Astray Gold Frame Amatsu Mina. The House has deep ties to ORB as well and as such does most of their own ship building and weapon production with their ties to the nation.


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