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Greater Angelus wrote:-snip-

The Kaiser stood tall and resolute on the platform, his gaze fixed upon the departing Anglean ship ascending gracefully into the heavens. Emotions welled within him, threatening to betray his stoic facade. A tear threatened to escape his eye, but he fought against the tide, determined to maintain his composure in the face of departure. With a trembling hand, he brushed away the moisture, his heart heavy with the weight of parting.

As the vessel dwindled into the vast expanse of space, the Kaiser drew a deep, steadying breath, seeking solace in the cool air that surrounded him. His eyes, once locked on the retreating ship, now wandered upwards, tracing the path it had taken. "Lord," he said "why must you test me so?"

behind him, one amongst the famed royal guard known by all as the Stellagardet, or in english, the star guards. (I have too many things referring to stars I know) He would speak up. "Mein kaiser, Dar Graueren ist engagem gladio ins Orion ceinture. (My emperor, the grays have engaged in combat at Orion's belt.)"

The Kaiser would look back to the ground as he would nod. "Preperae Libertaria vur kreig. (Prepare libertaria for war.)" he ordered.

---
first engagement in Orion's belt

a fierce battle unfolded between Order spacecraft and the enigmatic Gray aliens. The Grays, equipped with advanced technology and formidable ships, clashed against the Order's defensive fleet.

The battle raged on amidst the backdrop of twinkling stars and swirling nebulae. Order vessels maneuvered with precision, unleashing barrages of Rail canons cannons and guided missiles at the Gray ships. However, the Grays countered with cunning tactics and advanced energy weaponry, their silver ships weaving effortlessly through the chaos of battle.

Explosions blossomed in the vacuum of space as ships from both sides were engulfed in flames and debris. The battle became a deadly dance of strategy and desperation, with neither side willing to yield an inch of territory.

Despite the Order''s valiant efforts, the Grays proved to be formidable adversaries. Their technology surpassed anything humanity had encountered before, and their tactics seemed almost prescient. Wave after wave of Gray ships descended upon the human fleet, overwhelming them with sheer numbers and ferocity.

As the battle raged on, it became increasingly apparent that victory for the humans was slipping further from their grasp. With their ships battered and their forces dwindling, the Admiral Brokta made the difficult decision to retreat, regrouping to the fortress world of Masoperderm to assess their losses and devise a new strategy against this formidable foe. The first battle of the war for now known as the Order Gray war was over with the result being a unquestionable Gray victory.
---

the Gray admiral stood at the bridge, smirking with his hideous teeth visible to his crew. "this is the best humanity can muster? this is the great bulwark they can throw against us?" He scoffed. "It's as hilarious as it is insulting. Krolun, have the fleet patrol this sector until we are joined by the other two fleets. We'll see where these humans call homes. We'll have to thank them for keeping our new colonies warm for us."

Greater Angelus wrote:[The ride to Mother's Temple is quiet and laden with foreboding. Sephynne is seemingly unaware of her nails digging into her hands as she stares unseeingly at the wall of the truck with a glazed look in her eye. Only when the driver opens the canvas and curtly informs the group they have arrived does she seem to awaken with a start, nods, and heads out into the evening sunset. Standing before the gargantuan, ornate gates to the labyrinth is a young woman with short black hair, dressed in black robes with beautifully adorned golden inlays.]

Olivéa: [Inclines her head slightly towards the group before raising a hand at Sephynne] You are to wait. [She turns to Nol.] You are to follow.

Sephynne: [Eyes uncertain, she nods hesitantly to Nol before turning to stand back with the convoy.]

Olivéa: This way.

[She leads Nol through a maze of corridors; some empty, glass reflecting the orange rays of the setting sun - yet others filled with strange statues, which Nol is unable to get a closer look at due to his host's pace. He catches quick glimpes of nubile figures, some twisted and contorted into strange and grotesque positions, some displaying appendages that would never be seen on a normal human - yet others are completely unidentifiable, a mass of limbs and mandibles and wings that seem to confuse the longer one stares. Another hallway is adorned with a single massive tapestry that encompasses the entire surface - shifting reds and golds that defy logic or convention. And yet again, before Nol can process what he's seen, he suddenly finds himself in a simple tea room, across a lone figure seated across from him. A quick glance behind his shoulder, and he sees Olivéa melting back into the shadows.]

???: [In a soft, melodious voice, she beckons Nol to the table] Hello, dear acquaintance from Lorenial! Please join me for a drink. [She gestures at the various glasses and bottles spread neatly before them] Pick your poison. I'm sure you've had a long day and are dying for refreshment... [A sly smile] ...and answers, of course. I will happily respond to whatever questions you may have of me. And yet, I would like to get one little issue out of the way first. [She fixes him with a pleasant smile. Nothing about her expression or body language implies intimidation. And yet...something about this small, modestly beautiful woman is off. Something in the air, something deep within the senses. Something incomprehensibly ancient behind her eyes.] What would it take for you to convince one of your own to turn over one of ours?

Nol takes a seat, although he doesn't drink what was offered, not yet at least. His trust on them lies on a tightrope, and said tightrope is being wiggled by a crazed monkey at either end. "Thank you for the offer," He politely says, pouring one of the bottles to his glass.

"Unfortunately my role in this organization would not permit me to make decisions over such things," He replies back, taking a quick gaze at the liquid he just poured in. He's not going to deny that Lorenial has one of theirs, but even he doesn't know what Hersiliah planned for that girl. He has theories sure, but nothing concrete, nor something he wants to know. "But in my opinion, the situation here in Angelus- do forgive me if it sounds insulting, is rather...destabilizing at the moment. Lorenial wouldn't want a child like that living in such conditions, hence talks with our president and Ms. Sephynne to help with talks and de-radicalization on both sides." He concludes, gazing at the woman in question.

"Would that answer your question for now?" Nol asks, giving out a light smile.

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After days of tense anticipation, the void of space finally stirred with the emergence of the two additional gray fleets from the depths of FTL travel. The first gray admiral, his visage a mask of confidence, couldn't help but allow a smirk to dance across his lips as he beheld the arrival of his reinforcements into the sector. His eyes glittered with the assurance of impending victory, a silent testament to his unwavering belief in the might of their armada.

With a subtle yet unmistakable air of superiority, he surveyed the scene before him, his gaze lingering on the meager defenses of the Order. A low, almost derisive chuckle escaped him, echoing within the confines of his command ship as he contemplated the feeble attempts of their adversaries to resist the inevitable onslaught. To him, it was akin to watching the feeble struggles of insects against an approaching storm—futile, and ultimately destined to be crushed beneath the weight of their overwhelming force.

With a commanding presence that exuded authority, he issued orders to his subordinates, each directive imbued with the assurance of dominance. Victory, he knew, was not a mere possibility but a certainty, and with the arrival of their reinforcements, the scales of fate tipped decisively in their favor. He smiled.

"Begin the breach. have the others engage the nearby sectors" the gray admiral said as he watched his fleet approach a distinct planet, one of vital importance in the sector. The very fortress world of Masoperderm.

---

The kaiser stood in the war room in an undisclosed location with The Prime minister and several high ranking Generals and admirals. he leaned on the dashboard as he looked at the overview of the ongoing movement of fleets and the reported sightings of the gray fleets. His eyes would focus on the Orion front then to Odenava. He would take the situation in as he knew he had to make the most optimal decisions in order for the order's interior to mobilize in time to even stand a chance. he'd point to odenava.

"Odenava." the kaiser said as he looked at his generals and admirals. "Wan hast vir prepera vur es? Dar grauer sin Douslipen, ist es unum Starken Astraschiffleet? (what do we have prepared for it? the grays are splitting in two, is it a strong astra-ship fleet?)"

"Dar Sekuratii Koncel viss nikt.(the security council doesn't know.)" An order admiral spoke up. "Kependent, Dar Koncel sin Kreditis Odenava ist unum Diversion. Als dan Unumste Astraschiffleet dar Significanti nummer sin ist lesser. (however, the council are believing odenava being a diversion. the number is significantly lesser than the the first astra-ship fleet.)

The kaiser would nod. he sighed. "Dar citizenen? (the citizens?)"

"Kinder gescorte. (children escorted)" a general chimmed in, "Dar adulten sin leviedi (the adults were drafted (lit. levied.) )"

Jayden would slowly dart his eyes towards Odenava with an ounce of regret in his voice. "odenave, muss warten. Haben Ouser Fleeten zu Masoperderm Dringendste ihne kann. Sprekt mit Odenava dan ihne muss held. (Odenava must wait. Have our fleets (Go) to Masoperderm as quickly as they can. Tell Odenava that they must hold.)

"Ja mein kaiser." The staff said unanimously.

"Gott Vorgibt mir. (God forgive me.)" Jayden said as he stared at odenava on the dashboard.

---

the planetary governorship of Odenava found itself thrust into a state of emergency, the crimson hue of a code red alert casting an ominous shadow over its once tranquil landscape. Panic rippled through the streets as families were torn asunder, children forcibly wrenched from the safety of their mothers' arms and herded onto waiting transports bound for the sanctuary of distant planets nestled within the Order's inner territories.

The air crackled with tension as the relentless call of duty echoed across the city, reaching even the ears of those deemed less physically capable. Without regard for infirmity or circumstance, all able-bodied adults found themselves conscripted into service, their lives now mere pawns in the game of galactic warfare unfolding before them. Even the wheelchair-bound were not spared, their presence demanded at the recruiting stations long before the break of dawn.

Above the turmoil of the planet's surface, the Order's planetary defensive fleet danced a macabre ballet, their movements more frenetic, more purposeful than ever before. Warships prowled the skies, casting long shadows over the beleaguered populace below, a stark reminder of the impending storm set to unleash its fury upon them. In the face of such overwhelming odds, hope dwindled like a dying ember, replaced by the cold, harsh reality of survival at any cost.

Order knights of America wrote:
After days of tense anticipation, the void of space finally stirred with the emergence of the two additional gray fleets from the depths of FTL travel. The first gray admiral, his visage a mask of confidence, couldn't help but allow a smirk to dance across his lips as he beheld the arrival of his reinforcements into the sector. His eyes glittered with the assurance of impending victory, a silent testament to his unwavering belief in the might of their armada.

With a subtle yet unmistakable air of superiority, he surveyed the scene before him, his gaze lingering on the meager defenses of the Order. A low, almost derisive chuckle escaped him, echoing within the confines of his command ship as he contemplated the feeble attempts of their adversaries to resist the inevitable onslaught. To him, it was akin to watching the feeble struggles of insects against an approaching storm—futile, and ultimately destined to be crushed beneath the weight of their overwhelming force.

With a commanding presence that exuded authority, he issued orders to his subordinates, each directive imbued with the assurance of dominance. Victory, he knew, was not a mere possibility but a certainty, and with the arrival of their reinforcements, the scales of fate tipped decisively in their favor. He smiled.

"Begin the breach. have the others engage the nearby sectors" the gray admiral said as he watched his fleet approach a distinct planet, one of vital importance in the sector. The very fortress world of Masoperderm.


---

The kaiser stood in the war room in an undisclosed location with The Prime minister and several high ranking Generals and admirals. he leaned on the dashboard as he looked at the overview of the ongoing movement of fleets and the reported sightings of the gray fleets. His eyes would focus on the Orion front then to Odenava. He would take the situation in as he knew he had to make the most optimal decisions in order for the order's interior to mobilize in time to even stand a chance. he'd point to odenava.

"Odenava." the kaiser said as he looked at his generals and admirals. "Wan hast vir prepera vur es? Dar grauer sin Douslipen, ist es unum Starken Astraschiffleet? (what do we have prepared for it? the grays are splitting in two, is it a strong astra-ship fleet?)"

"Dar Sekuratii Koncel viss nikt.(the security council doesn't know.)" An order admiral spoke up. "Kependent, Dar Koncel sin Kreditis Odenava ist unum Diversion. Als dan Unumste Astraschiffleet dar Significanti nummer sin ist lesser. (however, the council are believing odenava being a diversion. the number is significantly lesser than the the first astra-ship fleet.)

The kaiser would nod. he sighed. "Dar citizenen? (the citizens?)"

"Kinder gescorte. (children escorted)" a general chimmed in, "Dar adulten sin leviedi (the adults were drafted (lit. levied.) )"

Jayden would slowly dart his eyes towards Odenava with an ounce of regret in his voice. "odenave, muss warten. Haben Ouser Fleeten zu Masoperderm Dringendste ihne kann. Sprekt mit Odenava dan ihne muss held. (Odenava must wait. Have our fleets (Go) to Masoperderm as quickly as they can. Tell Odenava that they must hold.)

"Ja mein kaiser." The staff said unanimously.

"Gott Vorgibt mir. (God forgive me.)" Jayden said as he stared at odenava on the dashboard.


---

the planetary governorship of Odenava found itself thrust into a state of emergency, the crimson hue of a code red alert casting an ominous shadow over its once tranquil landscape. Panic rippled through the streets as families were torn asunder, children forcibly wrenched from the safety of their mothers' arms and herded onto waiting transports bound for the sanctuary of distant planets nestled within the Order's inner territories.

The air crackled with tension as the relentless call of duty echoed across the city, reaching even the ears of those deemed less physically capable. Without regard for infirmity or circumstance, all able-bodied adults found themselves conscripted into service, their lives now mere pawns in the game of galactic warfare unfolding before them. Even the wheelchair-bound were not spared, their presence demanded at the recruiting stations long before the break of dawn.

Above the turmoil of the planet's surface, the Order's planetary defensive fleet danced a macabre ballet, their movements more frenetic, more purposeful than ever before. Warships prowled the skies, casting long shadows over the beleaguered populace below, a stark reminder of the impending storm set to unleash its fury upon them. In the face of such overwhelming odds, hope dwindled like a dying ember, replaced by the cold, harsh reality of survival at any cost.




"I thought they'd taken all the children away?" Mused Kai. Looking at Kreis, he wondered if the teahouse pulled some strings to get the boy to stay...

Kreis rolled his eyes. "Well, it just so happens my birthday came about and was justtt enough to let me stay." He smirks, rather proud of such. Turning around to face his old friend he grins. "What about you? Aren't you too old to be drafted?"

Karole scoffs. "Ha ha, very funny." Kai looks at the Teahouse, the once bristling place now abandoned, with only a skeleton crew and a small amount of familiar faces inside.

"How's your mission been?" Kreis looks at Kai, his eyes filled with curiosity. Earl grey's missions assigned to him was rather boring, placing objects and babysittng some vip's was mind numbing for him. "Nothing to say, nothing from our side has come up with what supposed Grey activity here. Not to say there's no evidence of infiltrators but- we really are running dry." Kai said, as he looks on the skies filled with activity.

"Well that sucks." Kreis jokes. "Thankfully, we get payed either way." Kai replies nonchalantly.

"In any case I'm just here to give my final report, stay safe Kreis." Kai waves his hands as he goes to the reception office to submit his group's report.

---


V's other self spoke within, with a hint of a playful tone to her words, as if she's teasing while expressing a longing. As eyes darted at each of the maps, each one being a different point of the planet. A cold his smile crept to his face, as he extended his arms in what seemed like a welcoming embrace. A inhumane chuckle came from them, excitement filled his hands as he felt the planet's mana within them. It has been a long time since they embraced 'it', their form shifted and ebbed as for a flicker of a moment, they felt almost like home again.

Welcome back, everyone, from the Great Universal NationStates Apocalypse of 2024! May we continue to exist and the divine Servers of our reality never fail again!

---

Lorenial wrote:-snip-

???: [She smiles back, equally pleasantly] Of course! Your concerns are well-founded, and I would not ask of you to overstep the limits of your discretion. [She takes a sip from her cup, filled with a delectably ember-hued liquid] Of course, it would be disappointing if no progress were made on this front. My request is this - to ask of your colleagues, whoever has the authority to make this decision, to allow us to meet the Maurian girl, to show her our ways and explain her options. To be a lone fleshcrafter in this world is to be isolated, hunted, misunderstood. Even the good intentions of your colleagues - which I do not doubt - would not be enough. I would hate to see such a fate befall one of our own. [She gets to her feet, slowly but deliberately, and walks over to one of the violet veils on the side of the room] I would also not ask a favor without offering one in return. It is with my deepest regret that one of my own Sisters, one of my Võlutaars no less, has troubled you so. [She lifts the veil, revealing an empty, gibbet-like cage, adorned with menacing spikes and diseased-looking rust permeating its bars...upon closer inspection, one can see it is not metal, but bone and sinew, living, twisting and turning] Let this be my apology.

[??? does not move - in fact, it seems nothing has changed. All but the most attuned would have missed the slight -blip- in reality, in the fabric of spacetime. The cage has always been filled, its spines puncturing flesh, its bars digging into the prisoner - Amatheia screams, limbs twisted at obscene angles, blood pooling on the floor, encased within the cage as it folds in on her, further distorting her agony, unbearable howls of absolute misery-]

???: [She releases the veil, and it once again obscures the sight - instantly, all sounds from beyond are hushed, and silence reigns in the tea room. She walks back to the table, takes a seat, and smiles, genuinely and pleasantly] I hope this was enough of a gesture of good faith.

Note: I have had zero time to write things. Finals and all coming up. Will be back to writing after then.

Kanna Kamui wrote:Note: I have had zero time to write things. Finals and all coming up. Will be back to writing after then.

No rush! Good luck on your finals and take care of yourself.

So much have happened, anyone mind filling me in about the current rp?

Just got back from the apocalypse haha, hoorah!

Edit: As for what happened in the rp's: The order is in a war with 'The Greys'. Lorenial and Angelus got into a skirmish which almost escalated to a full war- to which now diplomats from the lorenial side atleast is making sure it doesn't happen again.Kanna Kamui's Vitale was with one of the Angelan's fleshcrafters, during the whole entire thing. As for anything missing like the nuances and specifics, the others could explain that, hope this helps!

Hikxx wrote:So much have happened, anyone mind filling me in about the current rp?

Lorenial summed it the best. Here’s some more detail of the outbreak of the order gray war. *ahem*

Insert clone wars narrator here: Chaos amongst the stars. Peace negotiations have crumbled as the gray diplomat had walked out at the meeting at Argenlesh on the planet of Ardos. Weeks after the grey lord admiral of the grays had engaged an order patrol fleet in the sector known as Orion’s Belt. After the order defeat two planets are now currently planned to be invaded. After deliberation the order chooses to focus more recourses on the war fortress world of Masoperderm, leaving the near by sector of Trojan’s path, specifically the planet of Odenava to the local armies and planetary naval department to defend itself against until masoperderm is relieved or a change in strategy is altered!

Order knights of America wrote:Lorenial summed it the best. Here’s some more detail of the outbreak of the order gray war. *ahem*

Insert clone wars narrator here: Chaos amongst the stars. Peace negotiations have crumbled as the gray diplomat had walked out at the meeting at Argenlesh on the planet of Ardos. Weeks after the grey lord admiral of the grays had engaged an order patrol fleet in the sector known as Orion’s Belt. After the order defeat two planets are now currently planned to be invaded. After deliberation the order chooses to focus more recourses on the war fortress world of Masoperderm, leaving the near by sector of Trojan’s path, specifically the planet of Odenava to the local armies and planetary naval department to defend itself against until masoperderm is relieved or a change in strategy is altered!

I see, I read some too and The Gray fleet doctrine look similar to Hikxx (energy based weapon (not exactly the same though since Hikxx absorbed damages and return fire by damage conversion) and gray to white colour scheme). At least that I intended to do for ages in the unfinished self lore (the files are there just not properly published nor refined). Also, are the people of Hikxx will be involved as well due to their presence on Odenava?

Greater Angelus wrote:Welcome back, everyone, from the Great Universal NationStates Apocalypse of 2024! May we continue to exist and the divine Servers of our reality never fail again!

---

???: [She smiles back, equally pleasantly] Of course! Your concerns are well-founded, and I would not ask of you to overstep the limits of your discretion. [She takes a sip from her cup, filled with a delectably ember-hued liquid] Of course, it would be disappointing if no progress were made on this front. My request is this - to ask of your colleagues, whoever has the authority to make this decision, to allow us to meet the Maurian girl, to show her our ways and explain her options. To be a lone fleshcrafter in this world is to be isolated, hunted, misunderstood. Even the good intentions of your colleagues - which I do not doubt - would not be enough. I would hate to see such a fate befall one of our own. [She gets to her feet, slowly but deliberately, and walks over to one of the vio He looks at the woman and let veils on the side of the room] I would also not ask a favor without offering one in return. It is with my deepest regret that one of my own Sisters, one of my Võlutaars no less, has troubled you so. [She lifts the veil, revealing an empty, gibbet-like cage, adorned with menacing spikes and diseased-looking rust permeating its bars...upon closer inspection, one can see it is not metal, but bone and sinew, living, twisting and turning] Let this be my apology.

[??? does not move - in fact, it seems nothing has changed. All but the most attuned would have missed the slight -blip- in reality, in the fabric of spacetime. The cage has always been filled, its spines puncturing flesh, its bars digging into the prisoner - Amatheia screams, limbs twisted at obscene angles, blood pooling on the floor, encased within the cage as it folds in on her, further distorting her agony, unbearable howls of absolute misery-]

???: [She releases the veil, and it once again obscures the sight - instantly, all sounds from beyond are hushed, and silence reigns in the tea room. She walks back to the table, takes a seat, and smiles, genuinely and pleasantly] I hope this was enough of a gesture of good faith.



Nol took a moment to process what he just saw, 'What the...' His eyes narrowed at the once screaming cage and the take a gander at the words of this woman. For a moment, one could see a minuscule change in his calm demeanor as he closes his eyes and exhales deeply."I will pass on the message to my superiors then," He pauses before taking off his glasses. "Lorenial extends it's hands towards a peaceful agreement to parties that value the idea of free will, and freedom. With the cooperation of both your people and Sephynne, may we reach such peace in the future."

Taking the cup he poured himself, he raises it and says. "To the peace and cooperation between our two nations then."  

"May we find such in this turbulent time of our era." He says with a smile that shows hope and compassion, it was to be a start of an uneasy diplomatic channel with them. One that his outward appearance at the very least, shows gratitude for.

Insert ahhhhh cowboy guy screaming meme

Lorenial wrote:-snip-

(I could hear the aaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHH~~~ in my head after reading the spoiler lol)

---

[Karcist-Mother Ilaphaia raises her own cup in return, seemingly genuinely pleased.]

Ilaphaia: Excellent! Then on behalf of my role as the Eldest Sister, and as Head of State of Angelus, let this drink we share reflect a new page in our relationship, one of partnership and trust. [She lifts the cup to her lips and drinks deeply.] This concludes our negotiations. Please, if you could let the Prime Minister know I am ready to see her on your way out, that would be most appreciated.

Hikxx wrote:-SNIP-

OOC: no, not unless they get directly involved or you want the grays to have you involved. I usually don't involve other people In my catastrophic (such as terrorism or war scenarios) events UNLESS they specifically state they want to, be it in role play or OOC terms and even then i give them warnings of what COULD happen. I will Never deliberately involve other nations in things when I know my scenarios can alter plans that they were counted on without their permission. In lay man terms, unless you want to be involved and make that clear after my small warnings, i won't have you involved in my superevents.)
---

Just beyond Masoperderm's orbit the small order fleet was trying to control the massive invasion force as best as they could until reinforcing fleets could relieve it. in the mean time Admiral Brokta, having experienced a devastating lost just weeks earlier, was determined to minimize the damage to his remaining fleet which was still battered from the first engagement. however, he knew that would be easier said than done as masoperderm was a highly valued target which if it fell to the grays would open up more of the inner territories to Gray invasion. and thus over time possibly could jeopardize Libertaria.

Admiral Brokta would perform somewhat well in stalling the invasion as it was a miracle to say the very least. Despite overwhelming numbers, Brokta managed to buy time for the planet with skeleton fleet, with the planetary orbital canons to be loaded and primed, giving the planet the ability to fire onto gray ships that would enter it's orbit. as Masoperderm was a war fortress world, it was known for it's war culture and considered one of the best trained soldiers of the order. Masoperderm, unlike many other order planets, was not under the control of a planetary governor but rather a planetary war master and thus the culture there was more prepared for brutal warfare than most. Planetary General Hernado Adonai over saw its preperations.

After three weeks of intense stalling, Brokta's defensive line would inevitably faulter as was expected. Gray ships would begin to bombard the planet side indiscriminately but found itself surprised as several of the few gray fleet ships that entered orbit began to sustain significant damage from the order's planetary cannons. one of the gray ships was cleaved in half with a lucky shot as its crew was incinerated from the initial breech in it's armor. after the first engagement, the grays were not expecting the order to have any highly powerful energy or plasma weapons. due to this unforeseen mistake, the Gray commander knew orbital bombardment was out of the picture due to his fleet possibly sustaining heavy damage, and knowing the likelihood of the order possibly calling for reinforcements would ultimately spell disaster on this front. Thus he gave the order for a land invasion. Gray transports would shoot out as the gray ships that were beginning to leave the orbit of masoperderm were bombarding still as a form of suppressive fire.

on the planet side soldiers of all ranks and walks of life were begining to run for their positions and the planetary capital command bunker (or known as the Castle by the regular soldiers) had a radar team trying to detect gray movement to alert the local forces to engage them as soon as possible. the Masoperdermian campaign had begun.

---
(stay tuned for the beginning of the (soley on order?) Odenavan invasion!)

Order knights of America wrote:OOC: no, not unless they get directly involved or you want the grays to have you involved. I usually don't involve other people In my catastrophic (such as terrorism or war scenarios) events UNLESS they specifically state they want to, be it in role play or OOC terms and even then i give them warnings of what COULD happen. I will Never deliberately involve other nations in things when I know my scenarios can alter plans that they were counted on without their permission. In lay man terms, unless you want to be involved and make that clear after my small warnings, i won't have you involved in my superevents.)
---

Just beyond Masoperderm's orbit the small order fleet was trying to control the massive invasion force as best as they could until reinforcing fleets could relieve it. in the mean time Admiral Brokta, having experienced a devastating lost just weeks earlier, was determined to minimize the damage to his remaining fleet which was still battered from the first engagement. however, he knew that would be easier said than done as masoperderm was a highly valued target which if it fell to the grays would open up more of the inner territories to Gray invasion. and thus over time possibly could jeopardize Libertaria.

Admiral Brokta would perform somewhat well in stalling the invasion as it was a miracle to say the very least. Despite overwhelming numbers, Brokta managed to buy time for the planet with skeleton fleet, with the planetary orbital canons to be loaded and primed, giving the planet the ability to fire onto gray ships that would enter it's orbit. as Masoperderm was a war fortress world, it was known for it's war culture and considered one of the best trained soldiers of the order. Masoperderm, unlike many other order planets, was not under the control of a planetary governor but rather a planetary war master and thus the culture there was more prepared for brutal warfare than most. Planetary General Hernado Adonai over saw its preperations.

After three weeks of intense stalling, Brokta's defensive line would inevitably faulter as was expected. Gray ships would begin to bombard the planet side indiscriminately but found itself surprised as several of the few gray fleet ships that entered orbit began to sustain significant damage from the order's planetary cannons. one of the gray ships was cleaved in half with a lucky shot as its crew was incinerated from the initial breech in it's armor. after the first engagement, the grays were not expecting the order to have any highly powerful energy or plasma weapons. due to this unforeseen mistake, the Gray commander knew orbital bombardment was out of the picture due to his fleet possibly sustaining heavy damage, and knowing the likelihood of the order possibly calling for reinforcements would ultimately spell disaster on this front. Thus he gave the order for a land invasion. Gray transports would shoot out as the gray ships that were beginning to leave the orbit of masoperderm were bombarding still as a form of suppressive fire.

on the planet side soldiers of all ranks and walks of life were begining to run for their positions and the planetary capital command bunker (or known as the Castle by the regular soldiers) had a radar team trying to detect gray movement to alert the local forces to engage them as soon as possible. the Masoperdermian campaign had begun.

---
(stay tuned for the beginning of the (soley on order?) Odenavan invasion!)

You have my full permissions for everything within Odenava's surface because being excluded from a place that we exist feels off (for the lore). I do wish and might come up with a comeback later since the gate is still there but for now I'm too busy to construct a proper RP. To satisfy the canon I suppose we could say they joined forces with other Odenavians since the unknown contact cut-off from Hikxx main universe as the gate suddenly broken.

I'm sure I will keep tinkering with it as I always do, but it feels good to finally have the basic outline of my factbook summary finished! Rejoice at my overcoming of writer's block!!

Greater Angelus wrote:(I could hear the aaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHH~~~ in my head after reading the spoiler lol)

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[Karcist-Mother Ilaphaia raises her own cup in return, seemingly genuinely pleased.]

Ilaphaia: Excellent! Then on behalf of my role as the Eldest Sister, and as Head of State of Angelus, let this drink we share reflect a new page in our relationship, one of partnership and trust. [She lifts the cup to her lips and drinks deeply.] This concludes our negotiations. Please, if you could let the Prime Minister know I am ready to see her on your way out, that would be most appreciated.

Nol takes small sip of his drink as the sister does. The drink didn't taste bad, rather strong though he could tell. "Thank you for your time then your excellency." Standing up from his chair, he bows his head and proceeds to the exit. Lot's of things on his mind swirled as he made his way to Sephynne, the hallways of this place didn't help from unnerving him. He already had history with rather dangerous individuals even before his time spending in Lorenial, but something about that woman just screamed to him danger. Not just the usual danger....no, it was like an being allured by something so primal yet dangerous.

Stopping mid way, he took a look at his phone and sighed. "Guessing this is why we can't talk to Lia during that time." Tucking back his phone, he could see Sephynne over the distance.

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