Intergalactic Warfare 2.0 IC

[Jael_Darkwood]

@Algophans

"It is a direct application of our gravitational technology, remarkable only in the magnitude of computational power required. We will provide the rough specs, the details of application are different for every system."

@Planids

"This label is acceptable."

[PlasticSoldier]

@Replicants

"Sounds simple enough."

@Name

"I have no concerns about the name. Those who don't speak this language won't be concerned that we are not technically a federation."

[Executor]

William smiled, he had waited 20 years for someone to say that. The Urheiman doom was now, too long had they been a thorn in the side of the Bruschanian Dominion, too long had Bruschanian merchantmen feared to travel the stars, too long had Bruschanian schoolchildren awaited an invasion from the skies by the Near-Humans. It would end today.

"With your leave, Lord Sanguinus, I go to the bridge. The King must lead by example. I will see you on the ground of Jutland,"

With that, the King of Bruschania turned and swept from the planning room. The Primarchs were led to their shuttle and that ferried them back to their individual Battle Barges. William returned to the bridge and took his seat upon the dais, watching his fleet through the viewing ports.

"Lieutenant, open a channel to all Bruschanian ships,"

The king cleared his throat as the younger officer obeyed the order. Then, deep within him, stirred genetic memories of a similar desperate fight. Somehow, down through ages unnumbered, William remembered a quote. He spoke it with stirring patriotism, and a few changes in words.

Forward, sons of the Bruschanians. Liberate the fatherland, liberate your children, your women, the altars of the god of your fathers and the graves of your forebears: Now is the fight for everything.

All the mighty battleships came together as the King-Emperor's voice echoed in the corridors of each and every Bruschanian ship. A great wall of battle was formed, the Battle Barges and Royal Sovereigns in the center with lighter ships around the edges. Cruisers formed a great defensive screen, an orb around the wall of battle, and behind the wall and screen were the selected Nova Cannon ships. With a great burst of energy, and a silent boom in the void of space, the entire vast fleet jumped to warp.

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In his mind, Jackie felt a strange tingling sensation. He shook his head in an attempt to dispell it before replying to the Imperial officer.

I am a Captain of the Royal Navy of the Bruschanian Dominions. My king, King-Emperor William V, would much desire to speak with the Emperor Carsus. We are an extensive empire that stretches across whole systems, as is yours. Trade and alliance between the Empire and the Dominions would be most profitable.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Great High brushed himself off and stood, waiting for the captain to shift his attention the more pressing matter of the world-dispute. The Fire Warriors fanned out slightly and stood to attention, the Vespid hovered in the trees and the Kroot leaped up to join them, squawking and buzzing ensued as they spoke to each other in their native tongues, and Grallk leapt to join them, he returned several moments later, and reported to the Great High They grow restless, they wish to report to a kroot settlement nearby settlement. Send a few of both, and the rest shall wait. Grallk nodded and leapt up again, soon some kroot and vespid left and headed north of their position.

[Talkkno]

"Stop."
The thought rippled threw out the Protoss fleet, as in prefect sync, it emerged from real space, right outside the system where the Tau homeworld was located.
"Are we changing our coordinates Executor?" A navigator asked
"No, I want a scanning of the planets in this system, whoever this being was, it is apparent that it does not want to be found and thus our little misadventure ends here."
A few moments later, the results pored threw the ships computers.
"We are detecting a highly industrialized temperate world in the system, that are technologically advanced, capable of space flight."
"Lower shields and attempt contact, prepare for recall should they prove hostile." Shen'el Khal ordered.
"That is a rather a risky tatic, Executor." Helth retorted.
"First contact situation, you may have more battle experience then I, but must i remind I am 70 years your elder and dealt more in negotiation then battle as my Khala." Shen'el Khal said sternly, as his orders where carried out as hail went out.
"This is Executor Shen'el Khal of the Protoss Empire, we are on a mission of peace and exploration and we would like to see if we can see if our peoples can coexist peacefully."
As for a moments, he waited tensely for a response.

[WhiteKnight777]

Each of the Primarchs addressed their legion in their own way. Corax and Night Haunter said little indeed, for their legions were men of swift, quiet killers. Alpharius' men, disciplined warriors all, needed no speech to rouse their lust for battle. The last-born legion, they were ever eager for battle, ever eager to prove their skill and earn the glory they knew was theres. It was angel-winged Sanguinius whose words roused the most battle-ardor in the proud hearts of the Blood Angels legion. In ranks of gleaming crimson they stood, the Battle-Brethren in serried ranks, then vast, hulking dreadnaughts and vehicles behind. Taking pride of place in the front and center was the First Company, all in bulky Terminator armor, unstoppable juggernauts even more fearsome than a normal Adeptus.

Brothers Spake Sanguinius Today, it might seem, we fight for a power other than our beloved Emperor. But rest assured, that, as in all that we do, we do our Father's work. He has determined that we should lead the charge against the degenerates and mutants that populate the world we are about to take, and aid the true sons of Humanity in reclaiming their birthright. Thus do we extend our brotherhood, so that with blade unsheathed in one hand and the other open-palmed, we forge with fire, steel and words a new Imperium of Man. A realm of glory that will endure as long as the stars burn and the worlds turn. Thus do we bring order to a universe sorely in need of such. Thus do we take our rightful place, mankind ascendant, with the Adeptus Astartes at the vanguard of a new era. Let us light the way, my brothers, that others may follow after. FOR THE EMPEROR! One fist raised high, two hundred thousand marines shouted aloud, and shook the very hull of Sanguinius' flagship with their clamour. If their enemies could hear them now, they would tremble.

And they would not have long to wait, thought Sanguinius, as the combined fleet exited the warp, and assumed their battle positions.

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As the Primarchs and their entourage strode through the gleaming halls of the Hiigaran ship, so very different from the monstrous, baroque architecture that adorned their own gothic vessels, the technomagi of the Adeptus Mechanicus who had accompanied the expedition crooned in delight and wonder at the new technologies unveiled their in, exchanging rapid bursts of machine-code, mechanical eyes whirring as they recorded all they saw, to be savored later as one might savor fine wine, and to be poured over minutely. The Primarchs strode side by side, speaking quietly to each other, save Mortarion who was silent. Angron said scarcely more, for that most brutal of Primarchs was in attendance only because it was necessary.

Nevertheless, Guilliman and Dorn made up for it. Both of them were polished, clipped, their bearings military and exquisitely professional as they discussed minor matters. Upon viewing the cryostasis chambers, Guilliman nodded, as if some question he had been pondering was answered.

I see that you utilize cryogenic technologies to keep your colonization groups alive and healthy during the long interstellar flights. The Emperor noted that Terra's earliest colonists did much the same thing, though the nascent technologies proved problematic in some cases. The Imperium generally forgoes such methods now. We've found numerous ways to retard the aging process and extend the lifespan, and in the case of Astartes such as ourselves it has been eliminated altogether.

Upon entering the Commander's chambers, Dorn nodded genteelly. Certainly... and do not expend yourself overmuch on our account. How do you mean that you are unused to your body? you have been in suspended animation?

[Lord_Asmodeus]

A Tau Earth Caste walked tersely into the Council chamber and handed the Great Abyss a data-slate and left as he had come. The Great Abyss cleared his throat in a clear indication that he desired the attention of the assembled, and waited until the conversations died out to begin. It appears we have been contacted by a fleet just outside the system, apparently they wish to make first contact. the assembled all nodded at this news, and the Great Abyss continued Let us see what it is they want and with an additional nod a large holo-display opened up in the center of the table, and the Great Abyss spoke as if speaking into the image produced itself Greetings Executor, I am the Great Abyss of the Water Caste of the Tau Empire, we would very much like to speak with you about the future of our two Empires interactions. and with that he awaited a response from the Protoss.

[The_Snark]

"Partly, yes," Captain Soban agreed. "The other reason was the logistics. Food and habitation for close to a million people, for years at a time, would have taken up more space than even this ship has in her."

In the chamber, Marai shakes her head. "Not quite. I have been linked to the mothership for a very long time. The command structure for a ship as large and varied as these was too complex for any artificial system we could devise, and human command crews are likewise unable to handle all the demands of the ship in a dangerous situation. A scientist among us devised the means of linking a human mind to the computer systems already in place, allowing the commander's mind to essentially enter the ship. While I am linked to the mothership, my mind is transferred to the ship, and my body stays largely inactive." She gestured to an oval device further back in the chamcer, resembling a half-open vertical coffin.

"The machines and my caretakers do what they can, so my muscles have not atrophied dangerously, but there is no subsitute for actual movement. The link is critical enough to the functioning of the ship that we rarely, if ever, have the time to remove ourselves from it. And I must admit, most of us do not take those opportunities even when they arise."

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The Behemoth listed in space, most of its systems unresponding. Gabel's attempts to access its computer controls were still successful, but both ion turrets had been disabled in the initial attack, and all too few of the internal systems were functional. He had caught glimpses from short-lived security cameras of the boarding action. It was enough.

"Behemoth escorts: move away from the ship. The fusion reactor has been breached and is unstable."

"All ships: Target infiltration pods with point-defense. Boarders are extremely dangerous, repeat- extremely dangerous. If boarded, execute Naar Directive." It had originally been established to combat the blend of organic material and technology known as the Beast, which had been still more virulent in its boarding actions, but he judged it necessary here.

"All ion guns: target the unknown ship." Gabel began to issue individual orders.

The first noticeable change came as several of the Hiigaran frigates launched torpedoes, which accelerated towards the still-launching boarding pods and then burst into clusters of three, which hemmed the target pods in on all sides before destroying it.

The Hiigaran fighter screens moved towards the great leviathan. Bombers dived, releasing compressed packets of blue plasma into areas that had been identified as weapon nodes. The interceptors released only a few volleys as they skimmed past the leviathan, their magnetically accelerated bursts inflicting minor casualties on the huge ship's strange living shield-organisms before joining in the dogfight.

As close to a hundred squadrons join the fight, the odd clawed organisms found themselves rapidly hemmed in as Hiigaran fighters dive in firing, then dart away to lead the pursuing enemy into more fire. Larger ships slip more slowly past the leviathan; the twenty-meter gunships, less able to evade the nimble razorfiends, stay back.

The considerably larger flak frigates took longer to move past the leviathan, losing a pair to acid sprays on their way past, but once they did, a single devastating volley all but ended the dogfight. With expert coordination, the Hiigaran fighter squadrons break off their attack runs as the flak frigates opened up, heavy shells bursting into wide sprays of metal shards that pierced even tough razorfiend carpaces and proved all but impossible to avoid entirely.

Even as the flak frigates began their move, the Hiigaran capital ships counterattacked. The remaining battlecruisers and destroyers opened fire immediately, the blue particle beams slashing straight through the organic shield-beings and carving open streaks across the ship for the space of a few seconds. The frigates and lighter capital ships took advantage of their superior maneuverability, drifting around the enemy ship to cut away at it from all sides.

In between the ion flares, a near-constant trickle of destroyer missiles and kinetic gunfire hammered at the defenses, as the bombers continued to systematically destroy the enemy's weapons systems.

Gabel watched, carefully noting the sensor readings from the ship to see which stratagems were most effective. The ion beams inflicted heavy damage, of course; with the power output they produced, they could hardly fail to do so. The kinetic guns were less effective, he judged; the organic tissue was vulnerable to the sudden impact, but it was better at sealing off the holes before it lost atmosphere, and there was no hugely volatile reactor to pierce that they knew of. It was possible the ship could function without atmosphere at all. He submitted the thought to the analysts, gave an order to target kinetic fire at critical targets only, even if it meant slower firing times, and sat back (metaphorically) to wait. The ship was of an impressive size, but no match for a fleet, fortunately. This battle was only a matter of time, but if there were more of these, they would need all the information they could to minimize further losses... especially if they moved in groups.

The sudden flare of light across the kilometers as the Behemoth's reactor destabilized punctuated his thoughts.

[pingcode20]

Steamers
Sparks flew as bolts of energy detonated against the iron clad hull of the Indomitable, causing chaos where they passed through the cannon ports, the mighty armour being of little comfort to the unfortunate gunners sent to their maker as the bolts clove through flesh and leather alike. Though there were few anti-air cannons present along the sides, the heavy armour was more than sufficient to prevent the comparitively tiny blaster bolts from causing serious damage.

Though the Gyrocopters were taking heavy losses, their powerful cannons and thick armour put them at a great advantage against the more maneuverable spitfires, and we can safely leave them with the knowledge that the brave pilots would eventually triumph. Streams of high-caliber fire flashed in the void, as the cannons blared, spitfire shields briefly flickering before the telltale detonation of their fusion engines signalled the end of yet another pilot.

Yet, it cannot be said to have been a cakewalk for the gyrocopters, for while they had far superior weaponry and armour, sooner or later a lucky spitfire would cause enough damage to destroy the boiler, sending the unfortunate soul spiralling into the void, if he was lucky. The unlucky ones evaporated in a plume of searing steam.

It was enough, though, as the cannons of the frigates erupted once again in flame, the constant barrages of cannonballs keeping the hostile shielding constantly flickering with absorbed energy.

[Talkkno]

"Greetings to you also, I am the supreme commander of the Protoss Defense fleet, we are a peaceful people, but do not mistake us for being weak. Though I am not authorized to make such any alliances with your peoples, I will contact my superiors for further negotiations, though here I am sure we can come into mutual understanding for peace, permission to come to speak in person?" Shen'el Khal responded as he telepathically sent a message to prepare a phase prism.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Great Abyss smiled, perhaps this day could yet be salvaged Indeed, would you prefer to meet us here, or do you want to meet us here? he then nodded to an adjutant who set about readying a shuttle and honor guard if their presence was requested on the foreign fleets ship.

[Nerd-o-rama]

Tu'an

Captain Fourre nods to his Bruschanian opposite number. "I believe a summit between our two leaders could be arranged quite easily. Emperor Carsus will be thrilled to find another civilized group of starfarers in this galaxy. In fact, as a preliminary suggestion, might I suggest a meeting between our leaders aboard-ship in some neutral sector of space? We can compare star charts after our business here is concluded."

He then turns to the Tau. "We would also be happy to establish communication and trade relations with your civilization, good alien. In fact, might I be so bold as to offer mediation in this minor territorial dispute you find yourselves embroiled in?"

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Above Aestafar

"Tragic, good sir, and worrisome," Admiral Fourre agrees. "Well, that's enough information I believe. I shall tender your application for a land grant immediately. If you'll excuse me..."

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Aboard the Imperial flagship Answerer

"We've received a report from the Fourth Fleet, my lord," reported Darth Noctus, bowing deferentially in the Answerer's throne room. "They've encountered and interviewed a small group of alien refugees. It seems they were fleeing a swarm of feral interstellar something-or-others and wish to apply for a home on Aestafar."
Emperor Carsus spent a long time looking over the detailed holographic report sent by Admiral Fourre. "I see our stormtroopers confiscated an amount of unknown biotechnology from their ship. What is the status on that?"
"En route to our facility on the second moon of Lirr, your majesty."
"Good," Carsus replied, "good. Keep me apprised of any information gained from that. And allow these Zoats to land. They'll be a valuable addition to Aestafar's workforce, I believe."
"Very good, my lord."

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Above Aestafar, some three or four hours later

After a long wait, Admiral Fourre reappears and informs the Zoats that they have been given permission to establish a probationary settlement on Aestafar, following a routine medical screening. The medical screening follows, and barring any unforeseen complications, the Zoats are being shuttled down to the surface and settled in within a day. They are offered standard Imperial settler aid in exchange for participating in the planet's industrial and agricultural infrastructure.

Meanwhile, all the interesting biotech from their ship is being loaded onto a shuttle, and eventually sent in guarded convoy to an isolated research facility.

(I felt we could skip ahead here. If you want to do something contrary, by all means, interrupt me.)

[Talkkno]

"I would prefer you meet me on your planet, I will be their shortly." Shen'el Khal said, as the hologram flickered and then flickered into nothingness.
"Commander, I wish you accompany me." Shen'el Khal requested as he made his way to the landing bay.
"If you wish Executor, but are you sure we should not contact Artanis or Zeratul to take place in your stead?" Helth inquired.
"They are capable warriors and great leaders, but Artanis has little patience for politics and Zeratul is working to develop a scalable version of the warp ray's unique prismatic core, which can only be used on capital ship due to its immense size." Shen'el Khal replied as they stood under a phase prism, the transport that transformed them into energy, and their unique signature imprinted into the prism's crystal lattice core, it propelling into space towards the Tau homeworld, drawfed by the Carrier that launched it.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

As the Protoss vessel neared the Tau homeworld, it was joined by a small escort which guided it into the docking bays of T'au
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The Great High smiled and nodded slightly to the Imperial officer Indeed, that would be most helpful, however I feel that there isn't much of a dispute, even if it were true and you he gestured to the Bruschanian had already laid claim to this sector of space, so have we, and while you had left the world alone and uninhabited, we have colonized the world, it belongs to us and the people who reside here.

[Talkkno]

The Phase Prism docked slowly on the docking bays of T'au, as it unfolded and with a brief brilliant flash of blue light, Shen'el Khal and Helth appeared.
"Greetings, Great abyss of the Water Caste, this is Commander Helth, leader of the ground force contingent that is attached to our fleet. We a race of spacefarers for over a millenia, our psionic gifts and technology are mostly the product of reverse engineering's Xel'Naga technology, who were a ancient and powerful race that wished to create a race that had "purity of form" and we are their result, however they left us along ago as we proved insufficient, were they continued to seek a race with purity of form, which lead to create a race known as the Zerg. Consequently it grew too independent and powerful and destroyed their creators. They still exist today, hunting us relentlessly, the purpose of my fleet is to find as many habitable worlds as possible and create outposts so that should we ever be overrun, we can regroup. I sensed a powerful physic's presence not too long ago here, which lead us to your world." Shen'el Khal said, as he began to sense if there was any hostile intent in the Aliens that surrounded him, Helth, putting on hand on his plasma pistol, in affirmation.

[ArlEammon]

@Algophans

"It is a direct application of our gravitational technology, remarkable only in the magnitude of computational power required. We will provide the rough specs, the details of application are different for every system."

@Planids

"This label is acceptable."

"I also suggest that I can trade for Algophan computer technology the secret to Yevanise metallurgy. We have such good armor, its almost as good as shields if we lose them in combat."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Great Abyss smiled, and the Great Shaper of the Kroot spoke in his squawking approximation of the Common Tongue I believe you speak of our recent guest, the God Emperor of Man, over the years I have devoured many enemies and their Genes have come to better the Kroot as a whole, some of these were psychics of various races, and through their genes I have enhanced our perception of the psychic presence, and this Emperor was indeed a powerful psychic being, more powerful than I have ever seen before, even more powerful than you. The Great Abyss nodded and spoke, directing them to the grand city If you would like we could travel to the Council Tower, or we could return with you to your ship, however you wish to proceed. And he smiled again. The Earth Caste looked impressed at the technology brought to bear by the enigmatic Protoss and the Great Core spoke We would be interested in learning of your technology if it would suit you. The Grand Flame spoke next, accompanied by the Tarellian and the two senior stingwings, who spoke for the Queen. You are warriors yes? We would like to speak to you of these "Zerg" they are clearly a threat, and we would be best served combining our forces The Tarellian warlord grunted and spoke I would also be interested in joint operations and sharing stratagems and tactics The Vespid clicked and whirred their agreement, one communicated through the Communion Helm, and the other went without one, and all 12 eyes, six red and six blue, stared at the Commanders.

[Talkkno]

Shen'el Khal nodded in agreement, with Commander Helth in tow, as the group made there ways to the aforementioned Council Tower.

"It seems to still have much to learn, for among the Terrans I have meet and dealt with, I have never heard of a being such as the "God Emperor of Mankind".Shen'el Khal muttered, as he pulled out his amulet.
"The basis of our technology is based on these Khaydarin crystals, they provide the source of power from our smallest robots to our largest of our battleships, they are psionicilly attuned to our psionic gestalt that all Protoss share increasing our combat effectiveness and reservoirs of psionic power." Shen'el Khal explained.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Tau leaders nodded excitedly as did their counterparts How do you acquire more of these crystals? Are they found only on your homeworld? I don't believe we have ever discovered anything like them said the Grizzled Tarellian warlord, interested despite himself, the Kroot Great Shaper spoke next What lead to such grand use of psionics, has your race always been talented in this way? And how are you all connected, like a hive-mind?

[Talkkno]

"I'm sorry to say that Khaydarin crystals can only found on our homeworld, leftovers of the Xel'Naga technology before they left. What little they left us is sufficient for our purposes, as they naturally replenish themselves over time when attuned to our powerful high templars. For we have never been a numerous people, we are always outnumbered in any engagement. Though this is offset by the fact that should a zealot warrior such as myself, can choose to have their consciouses implanted into a Dragoon exoskeleton, should their bodies prove crippled beyond repair and our advanced AI and Robotics. Only recently have we understood a process to replicate Khaydarin crystals, though at great cost and effort. We also have our brethren known as they Dark Templars, who use a totally different source known only as the void, the energy in the space between stars and planets. Where combine the void technology of our long separated comrades with our psionic technology in our Warp-Ray cruisers, which fire a devastating prismatic beam that only increases in lethality the longer it homes its beam on a target." Commander Helth explained as it was Shen'el Khal turn to speak.

"Our race was naturally psionic when the Xel'Naga us, though they genetically engineered us to become more psionicilly powerful. We are not exactly like a hive-mind, all Protoss learn to shield our minds from the natural telepathy that connects us all, that usually suppressed in any case, though should it be we usually open our minds however for enhanced coordination and unparalleled situational awareness on the battlefield, though this usually puts much strain on our officers and commanders. Should it be warranted however, we can pool our collective consciouses into a High Templar such as myself to act something like that a hive mind. Though it puts even greater strain on the templar, and it can be only done be short periods out of safety concerns. Khaydarin crystals also enable the use of of our highly advanced warp technology, where we can create rifts in space-time to warp in buildings and defense structures from our manufacturing centers to the battlefield in the matter of hours, where certain buildings that are warped in can form a long term warp gate where reinforcements can arrive near instantaneously on the field of the battle. Should an even more rapid response is needed; we have our Arbiters frigates that can instantaneously bring entire armies or fleets by opening up a rift in the fabric of space-time. Troops entering the warp rift are recalled to the Arbiter that formed the field. Our teleported troops or ships also benefit from the Arbiter's distortion field, from which a reality-warping field that serves to cloak all friendly units within close proximity. As a gesture of good faith, here is a specially created Khaydarin crystal amulet that is attuned to your mind, should you ever feel threatened or in danger, it will create a short lived energy shield that should protect from most attacks. Now, what of your peoples?" Shen'el Khal explained, as he presented the leaders with a plain gold colored amulets with a large crystal studded in the center.

[PlasticSoldier]

"Tensile strength is important but how is it in terms of weight? Because all current armor is about as heavy as aluminum and any weight increase would decrease the amount we could produce.

[ArlEammon]

"Tensile strength is important but how is it in terms of weight? Because all current armor is about as heavy as aluminum and any weight increase would decrease the amount we could produce.

"Well, if your interested in saving energy during crisis it shouldn't really matter all that much. You could be diverting all energy toward wiping the other ship out even if they take out your shields."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Great Abyss nodded and took the offered amulet, and responded to the question posed We are the Tau, we are a young race, only a few thousand years old in fact. Our society is based on a caste system, and as you have no doubt noticed, each caste has evolved and developed to fit their role in our society. All the other caste leaders nodded, and the Kroot leader spoke We are Kroot, our society is based on the kindreds, our tribes, which are lead by Shapers, who guide the evolution of their kindreds by having their Kindreds eat the flesh of certain animals or beings, to gain their traits and benefit from their genetics. The Tarellian delegate spoke next We Tarellians are warriors, born and bred, we were mercenaries until we became part of the Tau Empire, since then we have put our considerable talents in war and fighting to use for the Greater Good. He paused as the Vespid buzzed and the Communion Helm it wore translated it to him and he spoke for them The Vepid are insectoid, and much like many insects they developed with a Queen, though individual Vespid are sentient they are all subservient to the Queen, and they require the Communion Helms to speak to other species, though they can understand their languages.

[Talkkno]

"This "Greater Good" you speak of, what is it?" Shen'el Khal asked with interest.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

This time the Great Core responded The Greater Good, or Tau'va, in our language, is our unifying belief, it is the belief in sacrificing of ourself for the greater good of all, individual achievements are secondary to the Tau'va, and the betterment of the Tau'va is a betterment of our society as a whole, and the individual as a result, and thus it works to better all.

[Talkkno]

"Most interesting, our society is also divided in castes, The Khalai (artisans and inventors), The Templar, (warriors and explorers) and The Judicator (administrators and leaders), where our philosophy, the Khala resoles around that emphasizes inner peace and communal brotherhood and that all the Protoss castes are different but equal and working towards the same goal. Very similar in vein to how your society is structured." Shen'el Khal repiled.

"And what is of your technology? If you care to please explain." Helth asked in a abrasive tone.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Great Core shrugged Our technology is based around common concepts that are common among many races, including the humans. We perfected our anti-grav technology and work with plasma technology for both our energy and weapons, we also have advanced robotics and often employ drones and other machines to do menial tasks and to serve as crew-less weapons in times of war. We have also developed Ion technology and we are quite knowledgeable of fusion technology, both of which are also used in our warfare, as well as our linear accelerator technology, To travel between stars we travel what is known to the Gue'la, or as you called them "Terrans" or "Humans" as the Warp using lay lines.

[Callos_DeTerran]

The dogfight did all but end as the flak frigates opened up with their barrages of fast flung furious metal into the swarm of fighter-class ships that didn't have he maneuverability to avoid the veritable shower of metal. Wounded razorfiends drifted aimlessly as they died in the void with their vital fluids leaking out to the cold. But that was not the end of them and the leviathan continued to spawn more of those short-ranged fighters even as more pods were thrown towards the enemy vessel. Any competent commander was clearly able to tell that this battle was over, all that was left would be to escape or try to sell the lives of ones troops as dearly as possible but neither of those happened. Razorfiends did not draw back into a defensive screen to shield the larger ship or try to organize themselves for a coherent and deadly strike at their Hiigran counterparts. Damaged nodes targeted the closest ships much like a wounded predator lashing out at prey instead of targeting vessels that were clearly more vulnerable to the sprays of pyro-acid or bio-plasma.

Soon enough the seemingly endless stream of razorfiends slowed and dwindled as if the energy and mass used to make them was being diverted for a different use. Shield organisms were being killed off far quicker then they were being born and ion beams cut jagged wounds into the armored hull of the leviathan. And then it screamed. Not audibly in a way that humans could hear. But for those psychically sensitive or the Unbound who were seperated from their own bodies it was as real as anything. A cacophonous and piercing scream that filled the void and sent out a call, though to do what was unknown. It didn't read as a signal for aid or call for help. Not even as an attack, though those sensitive to it's call could feel their ears bleeding from the strain.

And then the leviathan died...

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Above Aestafar

The zoats turned amongst themselves once more at the news that they were going to be allowed to land and colonize, the telepathic whispers being heard again from the excess of mental activity as the zoats turned back towards their ship then paused. One of them swiveled back towards the watching Imperials and then they all shuffled off for the inspections but there was still one last message for the admiral...

Will we be allowed to take our vessel Admiral or will you ferry us down?

However the medical examination did turn up several surprising results. Some of the zoats had genetic abnormalities inherit to their code that was rather unexplained. Not anything like a virus or disease but more like a defect inherited at birth. Another larger surprise was that several Zoats actually appeared to be female and pregnant..

[PlasticSoldier]

"In that case we'd like a sample in order to run some tests with it."

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The four fleets who had been sent out earlier, sent back reply of 2 words
"Nothing Noteworthy." before going to explore other nearby stars.

[Talkkno]

"I see. The Zerg we mentioned earlier are insectoid race that is linked to a hivemind that is composed of various warrior strains. They are entirely organic, and their is the goal is to evolve and consume, they have assimilated dozens of species into their genetic code, and their base units resembles larvae that can rapidly change into various warrior templates with extreme rapidity. In any case, they are extremely virulent and numerous, where to the point where we burned off entire worlds that hinted of Zerg infestation." Shen'el Khal explained.