Scepter of Darkness Chapter 26 Omake, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 26

Scepter of Darkness

Summary: Part II: Time has been traversed, the aversion to the damage of the future has changed history. The Empire has risen under the Dragon's wings. The Alliance has been formed riding on Eagle's watchful gaze. The Union is strengthening with the Bear holding vigil.

Helltanz's notes: SAU aggression I starts towards the end, more than likely more magic related stuff will also come up during the next few chapters yeah probably.

Since someone asked I figured I'd go on ahead and state here so I don't have to answer more than once Dracaena is Romanized from Greek it's the feminine form for dragon. So thus sorta like Russia is referred as the motherland, least that was my original inspiration, ok then moving on.

Chapter Begin

Europe, Empire, Dracaena Federal States, Turkey, Istanbul, Center of Life Science Research

Advances had progressed; such examples included the Project Genesis the mission of the order of the Dragon to make the arid desert lands of the Southern Region of the Riech bloom with life and increase the fertility of those lands.

Science had indeed advanced quite a bit, and that was merely analyzing the progress of the other powers. The danger encouraged the rapid development, though some technologies had lagged behind the development of others.

If there was one thing the death eyed knight had learned science was a key part of the modern warfare, magic was only one advantage, and in many cases high levels of technology crossed over into the realm of magic.

The drachenorden master was aware of the strains of the future hence why Dracaena produced highly efficient weapons, oil in the previous time line had been a key problem with the refined petrol products or the lack of the ability to get them had all but crippled the armored divisions during the Damnation.

It wasn't simply energy production most fields of science had military applications in some form or fashion.

"Essex I assume this has some point?" Inquired the Duke of Kiev, as he glanced at the display of information. He understood quite well what was on the screen, and as such did not think this was simply the usual briefing that Sinister frequently gave him. "This is saying what I think it is implying,"

The nineteenth century born scientist nodded amiably, "Yes your eminence that is exactly what is implying,"
If the Americans were able, or any of the Allies powers for that matter, to get their super soldier program operational it could be a severe problem. "Adimantium is poisonous in most cases is it not?"
"Also correct, though this does explain where certain shipments of the materials needed to create the substance was going." Remarked the Englishman.

The Death eyed knight nodded; that had been a minor issue in the intelligence report, of course this meant a problem.

"What do we do? If this they get the program's bugs worked out it will be a problem, and they have deployed one such soldier to Vietnam… also that subject seems to exhibit the healing factor."

Asran said nothing for a few moments before he drew a chair, and interlaced his fingers in front of him. The last time the allies had had functioning super soldiers had caused problems, admittedly one of those soldiers had retired to the Japanese Countryside, and the other was presumed dead during the closing days of the Second World War after an attack on a covert SS facility.

This was most certainly a problem, and it was not simply the Allies operating super soldiers programs that was an issue, since the Axis likewise had such programs these were primarily operated by the SS, the Thule Society or the Drachenorden sponsored programs obviously they all had some risk of causing an incident, there was also the matter of the ongoing Soviet Union's programs.

Overall the Thule Society and the Drachenorden programs had been the most successful in getting results.

In the prior it wasn't just Zero and Ein but other super soldiers and other projects.

The Order of the Dragon on the other hand had taken a slightly different approach. All knights for this timeline underwent a process known as Conditioning over all it was mix of gene therapy, physical enhancements, magic, and encoding information directly into the memory.

The by product of this typically extended the life span of the average knight, assuming they weren't slain in battle, by forty years and allowed it also slowed down the aging process extending the age of which knights could continue to operate in battle, it was effective and the culmination of the former Drachenorden's research in the previous timeline during the Damnation war.

"Was it confirmed, rather did you confirm the psychic in the US military force in the Indochina Theater," The time traveler pressed a Cyrillic emblem on the panel, an Ouroboros flashed across the screen.
A frown crossed Essex's face. "Yes unfortunately, should I dispatch Special Forces to eliminate him?" Inquired the other immortal.

"No, I'll leave that to your discretion," A window opened on the screen, "Though I would prefer you coordinate your actions with the others, Pytor I want you to coordinate with the Avalon projects assets."
In the window was a member of the high council of the order of the dragon, though ethnically Russian the Ukrainian born commander and Count of Donetsk he was well trusted by the Order. "Yes Lord Asran."

The Duke of Kiev watched as the future knights went about their studies. Unlike the SS and other more 'traditional' German organizations the Drachenorden encouraged the women's participation in the military, or jobs in general. This was mainly due to the fact Asran had experienced a very debilitating war.

Well that whole conflict had started early and dragged on for several years and obliterated man and woman alike. Swords and guns each had their field where they were the better weapon to use. In the case of swords rune blades, and advanced techniques in forging, including Alchemy, as well as other advances had allowed the heavy swords to be actually capable of sheering through tank armor. Likewise guns gave range in battle but in some cases that range while a benefit lacked penetration power when they were facing certain threats.

These schools prepared the next members of the elite military forces from everything to anti personnel combat, to the use of advanced weapon systems. These were the places where the next generation of soldiers were prepared for the wars of tomorrow.

He turned death toned eyes glowing, the time traveler expected humanity to, given the status of world's politics, have at least one more major war prior to the time when the Damnation had started in the previous timeline.

It didn't mean that he would not simply stand by and allow the conflict to occur no that would be troublesome and would strain resources. It would better to try and avert such a conflict.

"You shouldn't be so concerned with the past, we stomped that scourge into dust of history after everything was said and done." Arzachel remarked appearing through the doorway.

The duke of Moldova's killing curse green eyes met the senior's own deathly green colored eyes.

"A Pyrrhic victory does not constitute an actual victory, Arzachel," Snapped the duke of Kiev caustically. "I was also under the impression you had no interest in the schooling of the next generation."

The younger time traveler smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, "At the time I didn't, and for the most part still don't."
He sighed exasperated and turned. "Right of course why does that not me surprise," The elder duke remarked. "If you pull another stunt like the one you did in South America I will ground you."

Arzachel blanched, causing the death eyed knight to smirk he had been counting on his son's pride to keep him in line, "Your kidding, you wouldn't, you would."
"Yes I would what you did was reckless and stupid given the situation in that particular region. Do something like that again, and you won't leave Moldova for the next quarter of a century."

The duke of Moldova sulked leaning against the wall. "Yes Father." Between conflicts in a parallel magical world, his experiments and studies, and then finally the Damnation war yes it was quite safe to say the two time travelers did not have a normal Father Son relationship.

His, Arzachel's, actions had been completely without greater purpose other than a display of force and ability and really had probably only served to truly worry the United States and Soviet Union and possibly cause them to exasperate the already troublesome situation in the region.

Asran walked through the corridors of the Academy passing by a gaggle of students on break, as he made his way to the Commandant's office.

The door swung open, "Lord Asran," The veteran of the Second World War snapped to attention bolting up from his seat.
The grandmaster of the order smiled, "I don't really care if you sit down, more your preference on the sitting or standing." He responded taking a seat in front of the cherry wood desk, "Nice choice by the way. The graduating class will be ready I assume that can be handled, send them to Switzerland for winter break, my treat."

With tensions as they were a vacation would do everyone some good, the forces of the orden had been worried after the encounter with the unknown race. That attack had been repulsed of course but it made them no less worried about the chance of an interstellar exchange of firepower.

Hell's Citadel, as well as the other facilities where such work were being done, were going about building up the yards. Likewise across the immense void of space so to were infrastructure for industry and shipyards being built amongst the developing colonies both those belonging to the Reich and those created by the Orden.

Europe, Axis Empire, Federal States of Dracaena, Ukraine, Imperial Duchy of Kiev

Asran swung his coat over his shoulder, the alarm klaxon had sounded shortly after three in the morning.

The satellite relays and long range scanners had started screaming about that time, so far it appeared the so called SAU, the 'superpower' based in the southern portion of the African Continent, were attacking starting with a fairly stealthy nighttime bombing had this been the second world war it might have worked.

In any case they had severely underestimated the detections capabilities of the Drachenorden, however as for the ground on their side of the border had open and for a moment he feared they had constructed a pseudo geofront.

It wasn't an unheard of idea, by now the Soviet Union had likely completed at least two excavations of real geofronts, and that was without the tunneling technology that the Drachenorden used.

The Duke of Kiev noted the immense bustle. Hundreds of Dracaena and Drachenorden personnel had already moved to emergency positions to address the situation that had arisen.

If anything the SAU had done it now, at least they had waited for Hitler to die, they had been ignored up unto this point despite its economic resources invading would more than likely spark a third world war.

Had Southern Africa not attained independence in '34 the United Kingdom would have likely cracked down, but the reeling damage done in the Second World War had prevented that from occurring.

As the Northern Hemisphere nations had been busy tussling about and then watching their rivals like hawks, a civil war had erupted well multiple civil wars communist had brought the AK and then it got worse. The industries that were present in the region, which had been few but steadily developing as time progressed onwards produced the assault rifle design en masse.

"How are we on intercept," Asran demanded, as he walked forward.

A major saluted, "Rommel is up," He announced gesturing to one of the large screens that was situated around the CIC.

Indeed the aging desert fox was sitting on the dais of the UNIT his image projected on one of the massive plasma screens. The man was only mortal and his tiredness was apparent, this night time attack was hardly fair for him, but such was war.

The Reich's Retribution would be swift and without mercy. Such was the way the Empire dealt with slights much less ones like this.
"Sir we lack the ability to stop a clash between the armies."

He had expected this, but at least it wasn't an ambush. "Destroy those planes," The death eyed knight commanded, "Show them the dragon is supreme in the sky and none will pass with out our approval."
"Yes Lord Asran," Intoned the Air Marshal saluting. "It shall be known."
Why did people have such a fascination with his words, admittedly his words had been a bit on the theatrical side, then again that wasn't uncommon.

Within minutes hypersonic fighters, ah the wonders of the solenoid engine and inertial dampeners they were quite marvelous, pity though that even after a hundred and twenty years a viable solenoid reactor on a much large scale he had yet to develop; then again he did have other things to occupy his attention.

"Brno squadron you are clear to engage." Declared the general who was in charge of the air operations.

The timer was counting down, the UAS and Carthage Militaries, in addition to Egypt's forces, had been alerted, roused from their bunks and mobilized to prepare to face the foe that was approaching.
By noon, and that was being completely absurd in dragging their feet, the Axis would be at war. Madagascar, Asran turned, the island nation would be threatened, it would be best to move preemptively.

"Contact the Indian Fifth Fleet," He ordered, "They are hereby ordered to begin sailing for Madagascar."

The young woman nodded in surprise, and moved to comply with the order.

Wolf pack subs, missiles and Dinars aside could only do so much to deter a focused adversary, but they could stall, Asran smirked, besides Madagascar's fleet was Dracaena sphere.

Likely the press would have been alerted they were a propaganda tool of the Interior Ministry would be able to control the release of information, still the paparazzi would be flourishing with questions.

Hitler was dead; however the hardliners would push for much the same course of action Himmler and the SS would be gearing up for action as well.

As expected the initial clash in the sky had been a total and complete slaughter of African forces in the sky by the Drachenorden forces.

The Reich was being was being roused into a furious storm by Himmler and others of like mind. Grindelwald was currently attempting to insure a coherent and solid magical defense and in a few hours the first set of armor and infantry would clash between the two sides.

IN the meantime the luftwaffe had been launched to commence targeting the armor column, which was unfortunately defended by anti air vehicle platforms. Crude missiles and guns mostly, but it was true the US had the Luftwaffe beat when it came to wild weasel maneuvers.

Asran expected some casualties in the meantime, their had been an attempt to blockade Madagascar, that hadn't gone well for the SAU.

From that they had gotten a bloody nose, the Elysium class Logress while the Prussia class super carrier Babylon, a Alexandria subclass, had supplied air support and ripped into the SAU's nascent naval force.

Of course they had little choice but to stay put, being out numbered they were still at risk even against the technologically inferior ships.

There were other issues to deal with the Desert Fox had moved the UNIT out of Suez, and an ADORE was also enroot, Arzachel had seen to that.

The Duke of Kiev entered the war room of the Reich, Zero and Grindelwald joined him matching his stride. Communicating from the field was Rommel.

Hitler, now dead, 's influence could still be felt. Asran noted as the European lords commenced in suggesting wholesale extermination. The subscribants of the philosophy from the UAS agreed.

"Excellency," The Emir inclined his head respectfully.

A second screen flicked on drawing everyone's attention the data stream showed tank columns, "It would seem Arzachel got impatient."

The Baron of Luxor nodded, "So it would seem Tovares."

Indeed the younger time traveler appeared to have used the ADORE to great effect. Aria and Leopard IIs were arrayed and the destroyed hulks of steel, which were the enemies remains smoked nothing more than burning hulks.

"We must retaliate," Groused a noble of Germanicus's Baravarian region. The heavy set man was easily six feet tall, and a veteran of the weremacht.

"The allies territory hasn't been attacked," added some one from the left side.

"Donitz, concerning the blockade attempt against Madagascar," Another shouted inquiring a response to the aggression.

This was absurd, Asran thought annoyed, it was perhaps the Reich's most profound flaw, thankfully military service was mandatory, so thus most of the nobles had some form of military experience. This did not mean they were capable leaders.

Concerning the Allies well 'their' portion of Africa was the western region. Nigeria, Cote D'Ivoire and such former colonies had been almost haphazardly thrown together only Liberia was a separate country, it being a protectorate or commonwealth or whatever it was this week of the United States.

While unlikely there was still the possibility the Allies might try and capitalize on the distraction, of course the very idea of them allying with the African supremacists was absurd.

Then again so was this war in his opinion.

Considered the least technological of the 'super nations' it was the most radical, which was partially debatable.

Whatever the case they were in any event had been quite busy, he'd have to see about getting detailed scans taken from orbit. None the less the redirection of resources would delay the buildings and other projects.

Chapter conclusion

Helltanz's notes: Next Skirmish has begun. The 'First SAU conflict' will be off on as far as action goes there will be things which get in the way of persecuting the conflict, mainly the way the fights will be.

OMAKE: SINEW III Adventure

Lord Commander Velken was not happy, not in the slightest. Overall this whole accursed test had been initiated without proper plan. The complementary vessel was of course space worthy and indeed well suited to exploration but not this far from home.

The Drachenorden were meant to be the best of the best, to facilitate such a thing all knights underwent the conditioning process which among other things, besides basically being born again and being extremely painful, involved varying chemical and magical procedures.

As of late more and more the newer knights had taken to calling it the gift of life whatever the case conditioning addressed a number of issues going so far as to not only slow telomere degeneration but outright affect changes to other genes. Additionally the process was continually evolving in the knights as they continued to be exposed. Because of these changes it allowed the knights to move much faster, and more than that with rune blades destroy tanks and other heavy targets.

Velken was nearly seventy years, by the Earth Calendar, and even so was an adolescents compared to those of the previous timeline. Even so he was a veteran of the Second Elysium Crusade, so he was older than what the Earth Calendar labeled him due to the reverse time dilation of the magical world.

The energy surge in the prototype hyperdrive system had catapulted them far away and had moderately damaged the vessel.

While there had only been a few casualties, still to many for the tastes of the order given the fact of their being 'small' based, and the damage was only minimal the drive was more or less burned out, and the conventional drive would take far to long to return back to friendly space with the damage to it.

It would take time for the Xeno Draco to reach them even with access to the internal facilities, which allowed them to produce their own ammunition and food they still were not fully self sufficient. Food production would be a critical problem while the internal pods allowed the growth of fruits and vegetables as well as simple MREs and supplements it wasn't meant to be a permanent solution. Weapons wise they were much better off though.

"My lord we have confirmed EM spectrum signals as indeed being radio waves, its in for the majority of it of the Indo European language family by and far Greek." Reported one of the knights who manned a console upon the CIC.

A key difference from the ADORE was the set up of the ship. Though both vessels were capable of operating with in the void and each defended not only by dense metal hulls wrought by and enhanced by the ancient science of alchemy and the techno sorcery of the order but also by power energy barriers.

The first Airbourne battleships were like immense birds, albeit with semi retractable wings of metal, which housed numerous weapons in themselves. The observation deck could easily been seen by the eye.

In contrast to the immense airbourne battleships the SINEW was an almost flattened sphere symmetrical in design and accommodations made for much greater numbers of fighters. Indeed the vessels complement was much higher than the ADORE's own fighter complement, which greatly contributed to the higher crew count.

Even though the SINEW's primary offensive power relied on guided munitions and its aerocraft to fight its battles or in the event of emergencies the large scale Ion particles cannons, which could easily destroy heavily fortified bunkers, they did posses more standard armaments.

Regular guns and Dinars were spaces symmetrically across in bands around the hull of the vessel all contained within, much as with fighters, armored sheathes.

Concealing the weapons made the large craft appear quite innocuous, tame even when the vessel simply floated closed off at least at first look and if one were to of course ignore its large size.

Velken did not bother asking if the other knight was sure, conditioning was not simply physical it had mental effects knowledge imparted into the mind among them.

It had been suspected that it was alien civilization, but for them to speak a human tongue for such a thing to be the case well it left little doubt what was going on. Long ago humanity had been seeded across the stars by the race known as the Goa'uld many cultures placed amongst the stars this was obviously the answer.

Lord Asran, he thought, would likely command they investigate after all though at the moment their FTL was likely inferior than the Goa'uld's, their weapons and shields were vastly more potent.

Shields on the early UNITs had been flawed due to the lack of dedicated infrastructure to produce the necessary parts and the belief that the shields were not likely to be overcome by the Allies. Of course such had been proven incorrect when the US had produced en masse their nuclear shells for their Montana class battleships so thus once the Declaration of Peace had been signed completed shields had been installed.

In the years following shields on mobile assets had been improved vastly and thus the state of present technology, though of course the knowledge gathered both from the recesses of the Ancient Computers and the Tacitus had been most helpful in the order's task.

Even though this was so the SINEW was not meant as a dedicated space asset, no it was not like the Xeno Draco or the other vessels being built, or those that were already built and which even now sailed the stars.

While Asran might well authorize the exploration and surveillance of these humans who had clearly made some advancements, there was also the chance he would disapprove of such actions given the state of affairs. It was always a delicate balance. Difficult did not correctly summarize predicting what their lord would approve.

He allowed his mind to clear as he thought of the situation, supplies of more powerful weapons was of course limited. Such arms obviously included Red Water Alchemically purified nuclear weapons.

Rising from his dais, he stared at the central screen, which projected the space around them, other similar screens displayed charts of space. "Set a course I would have us explore so that we may relay our findings to Terra."

The Drachenorden vessel dropped from the realm of sub space silently all its emissions carefully hidden. Right now all were on alert the system was strange, most certainly it would seem an artificially crafted one in all likelihood.

Certainly binary systems were not uncommon, indeed Sol could have well become one and there were also such systems which had been terraformed to sustain life, but for a trinary system which sustained more than fifteen habitable worlds. Well such a fact was clearly a suspicious occurrence.

Asran and the Senior Lords would be alerted of this, and then all hell was wrought upon the knights as klaxons began to screech.

While they were undetected and it seemed that it remained that way, clearly there was something in this system possessing FTL. For a moment Velken cursed in his native tongue. Even so the new crafts did not seem to have spied them, so he allowed himself to relax in to a quiet calm. "What is it?" He asked of his bridge crew.

The new vessels appeared to flattened cones connected by a central pylon, and had appeared directly over the sparsely inhabited jungle world. Indeed they appeared to at least in regards to length, height wise the SINEW outstripped the newcomers. Length was not an issue though large enough to house four full runways and still have plenty of room. No the engineering behind it while complex was no real problem for the drachenorden who had begun space colonization.

"Confirming high powered nuclear weapons, estimated yield of design thirty megatons equivalent of TNT." Announced the officer.

While it might have been true that such weapons were inferior to even some of the weapons of powers on earth, such weapons in the hands of the other powers, the devices were merely ones being tested or to be used as last resort. The Drachenorden's variable yield Red Water, or alchemically enhanced weapons could if need be destroy continents whole but such was to be expected given the enhancements.

To have nuclear weapons that were of the so called 'normal', i.e. unmodified, in such quantity was worrisome. Of course their shields would easily absorb the damage their was no doubt about that however still…. "Raise shields," Valken ordered, as he observed the transport of smaller craft from the unknown vessels until another klaxon burst erupted piercing the CIC. More ships arrived two this time and that was when things began to get interesting.

"It would seem they are hostile to one another,"
Hostile seemed to be a gross understatement considering the flurry of nuclear missiles that had just been exchanged or the number of fighters that were launched.

Most of the missiles had been dealt with either by the point defense weapons on the new comers, or the fighters of the firsties.

Sensors relayed pictures of the battle, screens displaying each of the craft types and what they emitted from aboard them. Velken gritted his teeth as did many among the bridge as fighters belonging to the first group were displayed.

A number of aforementioned fighters managed to crash land on the newcomer vessels an exploit that instantly spiked communications between the new ships.

Translating the communications was easy for the quantum computers and powerful sensors aboard the drachenorden vessel. "Centurions?" A tinge of outrage coated the knight's repetition of the word.

Few things could succeed in enraging a drachenorden unfortunately the applied memories included data concerning the races created by the senior knights who had been scattered across the seas of time and space. Among the things, which could invoke such anger was of course the imitation of one of those races.

While it was in some circles said that imitation was the highest form of flattery the order did not share the sentiment in regards to the pseudo replication of Janissary, being that these appeared to be pure robots.

Asran would need to be made aware of this and as soon as possible, that was the conclusion that was reached.

Velken activated the ship wide intercom system and began the task of having everyone ready for battle.

Perhaps it was presumptuous to right these iron men off as copies of the Janissary, since indeed though while both were humanoid the armored bodies were quite different in design.

The orden vessel began to slowly shift forms its hangars opened compression maintained by luminescent energy fields. Armored sheathes retracted revealing missile cells and in addition to gun batteries. In the case of the latter certain armaments also extended locking into firing position. Sublight drives came on line and powered up to full combat speed in under a matter of seconds.

Dedicated killing fields opened up purging fighters with lightning precision, earth combat as of late had evolved to the point that large targets like fighters and missiles were such a danger research and development of superior anti aircraft weapons were a necessity. Due to this the guns were able to swat the fighters from space with some relative ease.

Magnetically accelerated fighters made their way from the shielded hangars and moved to join the fray.

"Python leader weapons free," Announced one of the fighter control officers as the first squadron that had sortied unleashed a flurry of micro missiles. The F 9 Zu were dedicated purpose fighter crafts meant to engage either in the upper atmosphere or in space, while excellent aircraft they were much to specialized to see wide spread use.

Named for the Dragon Zu of Sumerian mythology the space superiority fighter accommodated mainly weapons of longer range particularly two Dinar rail guns, in conjunction with internal weapons bays.

Given the number of enemy fighters it seemed wise to rely on micro missiles to start off with. At the moment the battlefield was immersed in confusion.

Six of the model nines demonstrated the capacity of their s2 engine powered inertial drives and with complete control weaved in and about the fighters missiles streaked from their central masses in all directions.

Each of the missiles smashed a robot controlled wing like craft with white explosions radiating outward from the individual blasts.

As it stood most of the fighters of the SINEW's offensive wings were housed in the central equatorial band of hangars. Secondary hangars did of course exist mainly at the poles these were mainly used to house the variants of the F 3 due to their small area, because of this fact defensive and offensive wings could be launched almost simultaneously.

Of course all that was in theory the SINEW III had been scheduled to test the new faster than light system not outfitted for a combat mission so unlike its brothers it was not loaded to maximum capacity.

Whatever the case the SINEW was still in better shape than the ADORE it was after meant more as a carrier than a battleship.

Velken none the less was prepared to authorize the use of the main directed energy armament if it came to requiring such a thing. While powerful even a dragon could be felled by a strike to its vulnerable regions. As they were lacking full fighter wings it would be arrogance to not use all available tools.

Capable of obliterating a reinforced bunker the cannons could be combined if need be into a wave dispersion or even used as a defensive system of course both of the later would require recalling fighters. However there were issues the damage done by the faster than light drive had more or less been minimal and had been repaired however even so damage had been done to the structure of the ship and its outer armor on one side. So while it was likely they could fire the cannons it might from the shockwave cause damage to the vessel.

There were of course other worries the vessels they were engaged with had sent forces down to the surface.

Behind the Romanian born commander of the vessel an armored figure approached, at the moment in question Ulric was among the highest ranking officer knights aboard the vessel outside of Velken. Even so the commander of the SINEW did not wish to consult with the Dragoon it was a bit of a rivalry.

Ulric however had other ideas, "These shoddy imitations of the Grandmaster's creation should not be allowed to live," He hissed angrily.

Velken did not consider himself a radical, indeed he thought himself quite logical and calm, at least in comparison to some of his brothers. The Dragoon contingent leader on the other hand…. Well that would be another story entirely.

Confident, proud, and utterly assured that Asran's commands were absolute, among other matters formed the core of Ulric's beliefs. In his opinion it was the duty of the drachenorden to enforce the will of the duke of Kiev by their superior firepower and insure the safety of the rest of the Axis, and that any even the tiniest slights against the orden be obliterated immediately if not sooner. To him these things must be tantamount to heresy or blasphemy, as Velken himself was even infuriated by their existence, so clearly he would wish to move. "The rest of the contingent are prepared to move out we merely need be transported either to the surface or to the boarded vessel,"

"You will go nowhere," Even as he said so the previous remarks did explain why the other senior commander was in full war gear. "We," At this point the enemy seemed to recovering and a volley of missiles streaked towards the SINEW from the nearest of the imitator craft.

The actions of the robots proved foolish as not only were the superior computer and fire control systems able to pick each and every nuke out with ease the conventional warheads didn't even warrant a flicker on the shields.

In reply to the attack of the 'immitators' the batteries mounted on the SINEW's equator returned fire. This proved only slightly effective as the SINEW's batteries around its equator were mainly for point defense however all this changed as the weapons north and south of them opened up. Four missiles tore from emplacements each of the large guided munitions split into four half way through forming exactly sixteen killer weapons, even though the imitator's managed to intercept a fair number it failed to be enough to stop the missiles from impacting.

For a split second the imitator vessel was hit with splendid white fire, and then nothing after another second however this changed as more radiant fire erupted and consumed the entire craft.

Aboard the CIC the knights smirked at the superior display of firepower. Ulric was however not finished it was the duty of them all, as was plainly stated, to destroy the enemies of the order where ever they might be found.

The battle was still not done; there were still four of the enemy vessels in orbit over the world who needed to be dealt with.

The poor cylons and colonials had no frakking idea what had happened, at first the colonials had worried that the new craft might have been some kind of new Cylon basestar, but that fear was quickly debunked.

Whatever the newcomers were they apparently were no friends of the cylons, unfortunately that was not the least of their worries.

Right now the biggest worry was the frakking toasters who had boarded the colonial battle star.

Colonial marines were making a valiant effort in their defense of the flight pod, sadly it seemed to not being doing much as they were already being pushed back to the main airlock.

A young Corporal by the name of Tiberius cursed as the Cylons fired at him and his buddies crouched positions behind the bulkhead.

It was then that they heard it. At first they were afraid it was more cylons but the foot steps resonated louder throughout the Pod.

Disembarking from the unknown vehicle were massive armored figures in sealed armor, though he was not normally a religious man Tiberius saw what the marks adorning the armor were these automatons, the supposed inspirations behind the Cylons.

Tracer fire tore outward from heavy squad grade weapons, "FOR LORD ASRAN!" were the words intoned projected through external speakers.

Heavy rune swords were drawn and the powered armors accelerated forward boosting the strength of the Knights within.

The Cylons were cleaved in half by the enchanted blades most not even having a chance at even turning to face their new human foes.

Analysis by the electronics with in their armor confirmed exactly where the enemy was in the pod.

Beneath his helmet the tanned face of one of the knights grinned as he swept his heavy rune sword through the wing like form of the imitator craft. His breast plate like all those of his unit were adorned with their colors.

Son of one of those volunteers who had fought against the British occupiers of what had been at the time the British Mandate of Palestine. His father had fought along side the Axis liberators of the Middle East. Baqir had grown up hearing of the tales of the knights of the orden and now was one.

To many it would seem insane to fight in modern combat with a sword, but the enhancements rendered by conditioning made it practical as did the weapons themselves obviously they would never run out of ammunition.

He swung the blade down and thrust into the torso of one of the imitations. Ulric, his commander had been quite clear, these things were worse than the English who had occupied the lands of his forefathers. Direct insults to the leader of the Orden himself if such was indeed the case then they would need to be destroyed immediately. Baqir like all of his fellow knights of the drachenorden were aware of the Janissary.

While he did not take as great offense as his commander did the older knight was correct in regards to what they should do. He was aware that the Orden had ancient enemies beings who were terrifying demons by the information that was available the Janissary had been created by Asran and had fought against this great enemy. These imitators were insulting the Order's prized history just by existing.

The Dragoon surged forward his armor's weight, mostly due to his, like all other knights of the Order's, enhanced musculature was nothing it was like a second skin almost, well a second skin that could survive missiles. His automatic rifle spat bullets into another of the imitations, these Centurions.

Colonial marines stared at his power armored form just as another centurion charged at him. His strength boosted by myomer fibers allowed him to grip the robot with his forearm of his sword arm and break it's back. Baqir dropped the machine and slammed his armored foot onto its head crushing it.

"A report from Commander Ulric," Announced their communications and heavy weapons officer, which in this case meant he was hauling a bloody chaingun, which he carried with ease in part thanks to his power armor.

Ulric's commands were noticeably brief eliminate the imitators and then all would deploy to the ground.

It would seem that the imitators had managed to deploy a number of forces ground side before they had succumbed to dragon fire.

Apparently this world that was below them was lightly populated with only a single major city. That would be a problem.

"Gods above," Breathed the newly arrived Colonial marine reinforcements. It was quite clear to the Colonials they were not Cylons.

Bariq restrained his urge to crush the newcomers for pointing their weapons at him and his comrades.

"Who the Frak are you?" Demanded one of said newcomers with a bravado that was hardly supported by his men.

Colonial Marine Captain Julio found himself staring up at Captain Jeremiah who had just crushed the colonial officer's weapon with one hand. It was a distinct lack of subtlety that was common in many of those of Prussian blood.

Jeremiah was tall, fair skinned and broad at the shoulders, though most of this was at least partially obscured by his full armor.

His colonial counterpart in fear dropped his weapon and stumbled back falling against the bulkhead near corporal Tiberius and his fellow marines. The knights stepped into the ship and let the sealed airlock close behind them.

With one hand Jeremiah removed his mask, "I am captain Jeremiah of the order of the dragon," Stated the knight it was true that Ulric had relayed that they were to prepare for battle on the surface but at the moment it would be wise to determine what was going on in this system.

Ulric was extremely dedicated and indeed correct about destroying the imitators, but they couldn't simply ignore the others.

Besides a message had been transmitted from the SINEW from Lord Commander Velken indicating he wanted contact established.

"Order of the What?"

It was unsurprising that such people who had been separated from the mother world for so long would not be aware of their noble order, thought Jeremiah sympathetically of the colonials, poor fools. "Order of the Dragon," He repeated patiently. "Our vessel observed the initial exchange before the decision was made to intervene." The colonial seemed to understand the Greek this time. Jeremiah preferred his native German but Asran required of them that they know the major tongues of the Axis and so he did, since clearly their leader had a good reason for it.

"Your ship?"

Ah they seemed to grasp their identity, with out a major issue at least. Lord Commander Velken would likely wish to speak with their leaders, thought Jeremiah as he and his squad exchanged Q & A with these humans.

Commander Claudius of the Battlestar Erasmus was currently in a conundrum those damned Cylon bastards had managed to land a number of frakking toasters on the planet below, but more than that these apparent new comers were humans.

They called themselves Draconists, and were apparently from the thirteenth colony of Kobol. Normally this would be wonderful news but frankly he didn't know how much help the earthers would be.

From what all he had seen it seemed that they must have been the thirteenth tribe, since not only were they humans, they spoke Colonial tongues, and indeed from what he observed practiced the same hand to hand combat as the Colonies, if an much more violent form, understatement of the year, in addition he had to take in the reports from the flight pod.

These reports however had begun to convince him that the Earthers may prove to be of help against the Cylons. Even so he was greatly concerned. The Cylons rebellion had made many in the colonies fearful of technology.

Even now he watched as this Lord Commander Velken opened the door with his hand and spoke a phrase that was almost surely ancient. Claudius watched as the massive form of armor of which was the other officer, Ulric stepped through the now open portal. The room in question was located on the deck below the CIC.

Colonial intelligence, thought Claudius as he entered after the two knights, will be very interested in this.

The two Commanders had not informed them that sub space communication was at the moment likely to be difficult due to interference. While they could send and receive signals real time communication would require a synchronization of the communication devices something, which would be difficult.

Whatever the case the one who had been called Ulric did not seem pleased. The officer in question settled into one of the chairs as the door slid shut with a pneumatic hiss. Slowly the lights dimmed.

From the center of the room an image of what Claudius presumed was space, given that he recognized the colonial home system. Pennants appeared in three dimensions as the map zoomed out.

Most of the worlds, noted the Colonial Naval officer bore identical marks to that which adorned the shoulder of the Draconists.

Apparently Ulric noticed this, "You are correct the world marked with the crest are those belonging under the dominion of our Lord Asran," Stated the armored warrior, "those that carry the Aquila are held by the Reich as a whole and so on and so forth." He remarked indicating the other markings.

Claudius could not seem to make any sense of the method of colonization, more so it would seem that the thirteenth tribe had been fruitful in their endeavors. Though he was curious as to the eight worlds marked with the double lightning bolts, perhaps a sect of Zeus controlled them it was an interesting thought.

Of course the SS had claimed those eight worlds for future colonization and training endeavors among other things.

"Would it be possible to receive aid from Earth?" Inquired Claudius with a tint of hope, though even he recognized the distance between the Worlds held by the 13th tribe and the other Colonies of Kobol.

Ulric grimaced, "It is not likely though our standard FTL is better suited for long journeys it would still be a far ways to travel." He remarked, "Though perhaps we could petition Lord Asran to commit Forces, you are besieged by Imitators after all rallying volunteers would not be difficult."
"Imitators?" Questioned the surprised Colonial Naval officer, "The Cylons." He stated after a moment grasping.

Velken nodded, "I believe that is what you call them, they seem to attempt to mimic the form of the Janissary creations of Lord Asran, which fought along our ancient brothers in the Damnation War of long ago," The Romanian commented.

"I do not follow, the Damnation War?"
The commander of the dragoons laughed, "Before even our time, many, many years ago the great Senior lords and our battle brothers of the time were engaged in a war that nearly sent humanity to extinction. The Enemy were foul,"
"We have no time for a history lesson Ulric," Snapped Velken annoyed, there was a reason the Orden choose not to share its knowledge freely, and while the Romanian did not know the exact reasons behind Asran and the Senior Lords command he had seen the facilities that dated back thousands of years which belonged to the Orden, so he knew that the Damnation War must have a while before.

Said facilities were of course from the original time travel preparations of the Order prior to the Great Journey into the past from the previous timeline.

Ulric's lips curled into a snarl. "I see no reason why he should not be told of how our lord created the Janissary and the other races prior to the Great War."
"Then you are a fool," Velken remarked, "The Great Enemy is not yet vanquished and we know that they will one day return so our Lord has commanded we be vigilant it is not for us to question why."

Claudius glanced between the two commanders, from what he had gathered apparently the establishment of the thirteenth colony had required at least one the Lords of Kobol to intervene, or perhaps something had been admitted from the scriptures. Perhaps this great enemy the earthers spoke of were agents of the Jealous God.

Ulric's armor moved as his shoulders straightened, almost as if the great knight was preparing to pounce. "Fool?" He hissed, "I serve our Lord, these imitations are insult to those beings who died facing the Great Enemy! We should purge them from space, and all of creation!" The knight growled.

The door opened allowing the last of the command staff to enter, "I am sure milady will be positively delighted to report to his grace that your bickering like children," Remarked a haughty voice. A native, and indeed a member of the nobility, of the Federal State of Cyprus Damian was the last member of the SINEW Triumvirate.

No what particularly would be annoying the other two members is that of the nobility meant he had an attitude but that could be excused, what really irked the other two was his remark about reporting to anyone who would of course tell the grandmaster.

Ulric in particular seemed to be ready to throttle the ethnic Greek, this whole affair had been an affront to his personal pride and honor, but even so it had dawned on him they had been arguing in front of a guest something that was utterly ridiculous, Asran would be disappointed in them he was sure.

"Ah forgive us Commander Claudius this is our most esteemed colleague Damian, he is like ourselves a member of Drachenorden," Velken remarked somewhat annoyed at the interruption, "You will find he has a bit of foppish tendencies." The Romanian disliked the Greek more on a personal note than anything else. "Ulric someone must watch the front you wanted to take your Dragoons to the surface perhaps now would be a good time."

Rising the dragoon contingent leader nodded, "Indeed I will be pleased to show our estranged cousins the ways of war." He would be glad to get away from this needless political foolishness. They were knights after all the only lord they served was their liege lord the great duke of Kiev Asran. His armored form swept past the three other men and he departed.

"Now then commander Claudius," Began the newest knight to enter the room, "I am Lord commander Damian," He took a seat and activated the controls again re igniting the projection system. "Your war against the Imitators would no doubt spark some number of volunteers even so the journey would take time,"

The Jungle world was a minor planet colonized by the Twelve Colonies of Kobol named as Medra by their apparent Cousins it was fairly green.

Dragoons descended but they were not the only one there were other knights eager to have their mettle tested in battle.

Colonial Marines blinked as the war cries tore the air. While the SINEW had been mostly unloaded it had been carrying a few vehicles.

No Arias, whatever those were, would bemoan the knights but they had access to their own APCs. While termed APCs they really lived up to it the heavy armor shrugged off explosive rounds with ease and their firepower was impressive especially to people who had never even heard of Combined Arms Doctrine.

Several knights were milling about near the Colonial landing when the Centurions deemed it wise to attack. The hand cannons carried by the marines did the job quite nicely it would seem. Even so they were out numbered.

"Shoddy Imitations!" Roared one of the knights, rather than resort to drawing his sword he had decided a much more dubious honor to be bestowed on the mockeries. Lightning crackled from his gloves, "Lightning and Tempest Deliver Us. Shield of Winds Obscure my brothers. Thunder Child!" He decreed the aether molded to his invocation of the incantation sorcery and sent bolts of lightning ripping through the nearest of these centurions. "All Hail Asran!" The knight declared. Idly he noted after a moment that his glove was smoking, which greatly depressed him due to the fact his control clearly hadn't been perfect.

Bariq shook his head in distaste at the gaping Colonials as he and his squad disembarked form their transport. To think they would be so impressed by something so simple even if they had been taken from earth thousands of years ago.

The young Dragoon pressed passed clutching his machine gun in armored hand. Jeremiah likewise agreed with him he noted if that had been a scoff he had heard to his left. His father had spoken of the duke of Moldova's powers in the battles against the British occupiers, they had been vastly more impressive than the simple attacks of the Orden's basic magical arsenal, and that was if his father had not been exaggerating.

F 4s roared overhead looking for enemy positions, to which, due to the lack of true purebred ground attack fighters being carried aboard the SINEW, they would then direct the knights to attack. Overall however the Colonials were ill suited to facing the Cylons, oh yes they seemed to be more competent but they simple were not able to match the firepower of the imitators.

Medra's primary city was a mess apparently while they had been engulfed in exchanging gunfire, this due to orders from Velken to conserve missiles, of which were in limited supply, the Cylon Raiders had strafed the city center and deployed more of these Centurions.

Currently most of the knights were now ground side, again the fact that the SINEW had not been prepared for engaging in war came into play.

A group of the humanoid machines advanced marching onto the main street. "Hah more of the Imitator bastards come to meet us, onward brothers let us show them the Dragon's might!" Shouted a knight bandying his rune sword. "For Kiev! For Blessed Earth!" He bellowed before leaping towards the centurions.

His blade tore deep in the matte black metal, demonstrating exactly how shoddy the armor techniques of the Colonials were when it came to making armor for their land based forces. Then again Rune blades by their nature, and their namesake, were rated and proven to sheer through proper tanks.

Okay I'm stopping there okay, I might do a part 2 later on or if somebody thinks they could take over I'll pass along what specs I have drawn up for forces of this Earth.

And that concludes that Omake maybe there will be part II maybe not, and that was FYI a pain in the Ass to write, anyway how was it?