Fiction:Attero Dominatus

Overview
This fiction covers the slave revolt of the Tyranny, which will bring it down to it's knees. It is open to all empires from tier 1-5, however you will have to ask GreatDestroyer12 about tier 0s.

Rules
The rules are just no belittling of any fictions unless it is agreed upon or said fiction is your own mook fiction. Superweapon use is fine, and big fleets are fine, just make sure to tell GD12 first.

Participants

 * GreatDestroyer12 (Participant, Administrator and Creator)
 * Drakodominatus Tyranny
 * United Free Peoples Coalition


 * Kesh109 (Participant)
 * Khilai Empire


 * Ghelae (Participant)
 * Apalos


 * Wormulon (Participant)
 * Delpha Coalition of Planets
 * Cephalodian Imperium


 * Ecoraptor3339 (Participant)
 * Imperium of War
 * Waptoria Alliance of Species


 * Zetabits1 (Participant)
 * NOVA Alliance


 * Zillafire101 (Participant)
 * Federation of Glory


 * Glynn Tarant (Participant)
 * Volver Empire


 * OperationMarines (Participant)
 * Drodo Empire


 * Patriot868 (Participant)
 * The Hegemony


 * TheBuldier (Participant)
 * United Federation of Species


 * Aeoneoantrix (Participant)
 * Aeoneonatrix Empire
 * Mardor Empire


 * Sporeraptor (Participant)
 * Troodontid Empire


 * TheClanden (Participant)
 * Lazeroth Unity
 * United Free Peoples Coalition


 * Jepardi (Participant)
 * Thérenian Dominion


 * Aquilo (Participant)
 * Sindar Dominion


 * MatthewMosley (Participant)
 * United Lanat Empire


 * Lord Raydon (Participant)
 * ICIS


 * OfficerJackal (Participant)
 * Confederate Union of Secton
 * United Nations of Evera


 * Monet (Participant)
 * Draconid Imperium
 * Andomredan Galactic Commonwealth


 * Zmr56 (Participant)
 * Comet Republic


 * LotG (Participant)
 * Crispy's Insurrection


 * Technobliterator (Participant)
 * Unified Nation of Otzello
 * Borealis Consortium Network


 * Captain Tybusen (Participant)
 * Tybusen Intergalactic Allied Federation
 * Levisala Confederacy


 * Needles 10 (Participant)
 * N'haoluinates


 * TheImperios (Participant)
 * New Tertamian Alliance


 * Cyrannian (Participant)
 * Antediluvian
 * Galactic Empire of Cyrannus


 * Spriggs077 (Participant)
 * Iron Systems Federation
 * Admiral Jayraan Kaios


 * Winnermillion (Participant)
 * Antein Empire


 * Dinoman82 (Participant)
 * Rambo Nation


 * Liquid Ink (Participant)
 * Greater Zarni Empire


 * Xho (Participant)
 * Dominion of the Xhodocto


 * lmTILDE (Participant)
 * RALA


 * Geomax (Participant)
 * IGA


 * Darkwarrior101 (Participant)
 * The Scientific Combine of Nakeimato

What this is
The point of the Faction Overview is for you to put your faction here, a summary of them, what they are doing with respect to the war, and their purpose. After that, add their tier level (to any level of specificity you want).

Factions
Drakodominatus Tyranny = The Drakodominatus Tyranny is the central faction in this war, and is a total totalitarian dictatorship that uses countless slaves. It is currently in the midst of a golden age; however, during this slave revolt, this will end as it is pushed to it's limits. The Tyranny is at a time like never before, with countless systems, slaves, ships and technologies, and only time will tell if this leads to even more expansion or an even more violent implosion. The Tyranny's goal in this war is to weather the slave revolt and reclaim everything they lost. Tier Level = Low Tier 1 Kilhai Empire = The Khilai Empire was one of the very first allies of the Tyranny. The Khilai wear plate battle armour made from an icredibly robust alloy called Netorium which is created by placing several of the ores found on the planet under high pressure and then imediately exposing them to focused void energy (the Khilai's main power source), Many of the battleships and verhicles are also plated with Netorium alloy. The Khilai's main strenth is in their emence forces of highly trained wariors and defence system. Tier Level = Tier 3 Imperium of War = The Imperium of War only seeks to create endless war. Their goal is to massacre as much slaves as possible. They are real warriors, trained from very young age. Anyone who is born weak in the Imperium will be killed. They have specialized squads of combatants, such as Berserkers, who get lost in a battle trance. Tier Level = High Tier 3 Waptoria Alliance of Species = The Waptoria Alliance of Species is unique because they use organic technology and have sapient ships, rare among the gigaquadrant. Why usually friendly, they believe they can now bring the Tyranny to justice. They are currently make peace between the different rebel fractions, as well as aid them through spies and infiltrators. Tier Level = High Tier 3 NOVA Alliance = The species of the NOVA Alliance were turned into a single race called Globlings. Globlings are unique, being neither organic or synthetic, but both. After this, their race became divided into a Bio-Nation and a Tech-Nation. After a civil war, they were united, however. They mainly fight in this war because the Waptoria Alliance does. Tier Level = Tier 4 Unified Federation of Glory = The Federation of Glory is a unified, honorable federation. They were originally a loose alliance between the races of the Ughandal Sector, however the Ughandorians found out it would be better if they all joined into one empire. They are known as knights and are willing to die for their allies. Their plan is to free the slaves from their oppressive masters. Tier Level = High Tier 3 Volver Empire = The Volver Empire is an monarchy run by the new King Brygon. The Volver are a sapient, amphibious species that live on planet Ascon, located in the Milky Way. Their goal is to bring peace and democracy. Like the Waptoria Alliance, they are assisting the slaves with peacekeeping operations in former warzones, as well as more direct assistence in the war effort. Tier Level = Tier 3 Drodo Empire = The Drodo Empire is a mid/late tier 3 empire that are arch enemies with the Dominatus. They plan to free the slaves of the Tyranny so they can enjoy freedom. Tier Level = 3.3 Crispy's Insurrection = Crispy's Insurrection are a political group within the which bids for more diplomatic ideals. They would rather not fight as a force themselves, they would prefer to either settle disputes with peace or truces, or use other factions to their will through their manipulating ways. They are currently working for a diplomatic stand-down between slaves and Dominatus forces in order to reduce the death toll. Tier Level = High Tier 2 Lazeroth Unity = The Lazeroth Unity is a coalition of Lazeroth tribes located in the Andromeda galaxy. They have, until recently, been disrupting the Tyranny's war machine in any way they could through guerrilla tactics. Now that the insurrection is underway, they are openly involved in aiding the slaves to rid themselves of their former masters. Tier level = 3.4 Sindar Dominion= The Sindar Dominion is a mid tier 3 nation located in the Milky Way. They are aiding slave resistance groups on key Dominatus fringe worlds in an attempt to bring in the freed worlds to the Dominion. Tier Level = Tier 3.6 The Comet Republic = The Comet Republic are here to claim revenge as the Tyranny betrayed their alliance together and attacked the AGC. They also hope to show off their new military prowess and gain a few allies from the event. Feeling a bit useless to the AGC, the Comet shall be giving the AGC aid. Tier Level = 3.3 Draconid Imperium= A potential rival of the Tyranny. The seeks to capitalise on the slave revolt in Andromeda with the eyes of its nobles and senators set squarely on the Tyranny's loosening assets. While officially they are saying nothing on the issue, beneath the surface they secretly collaborating the rebels through saboteurs, believing the Tyranny is a bad example of an empire and desire to ruin it and sieze the losses for their own gains. Tier level = Tier 2.1 ICIS= The Imperial Confederacy of Independent Systems' Admiral Kiznad had discovered slave rebels seeking a way to escape Tyranny space. After leading the slaves to the nearest ICIS colony, he made it clear with the Senate that joining the war with the Tyranny alongside the rebels would be in best interest. While the Senate disagreed, they have allowed the giving of weapons and ships to slave revolt as well as officially supporting the revolt. Tier level = Tier 4 Iron Systems Federation = The ISF is quite possibly the single most technologically advanced race in the gigaquadrant, however the full extent of their technological lore is unknown even to the High Magi, due to their policy of containing dangerous technologies to prevent irresponsible use. The Federation is a military behemoth few have witnessed, here to utterly crush the Tyranny for their abuse of technology. Tier Level = High Tier 3 IGA = The Ibis Galaxy Alliance is a large and technologically advanced advanced empire located in the Ibis Galaxy. The IGA have begun to help the rebels for several reasons. One is that their allies in the AGC have joined the war on the rebels side,and in addition, they have allways disliked the Tyranny due to being anti-slavery. Tier Level = Low Tier 2 Troodontid Empire = The Troodontid Empire is a rathr peaceful ally of The Drakodominatus Tyranny. They have big ideological and sozial differences, but work together to gain better technologis. The Troodontids tend to hoard all technologies they gain. They are very passive during the war and will mostly try to negotiate between the parties. But that doesn`t stop them from bringing in teir fleet in order to seperate militants. Tier Level = Tier U United Federation of Species = The Federation is the opposite of Tyranny in reference to his philosophy, is a democratic empire, diplomatic and technologically advanced. The USF, sworn enemy of Tyranny from their first contact, later comes to war because bizarre circumstances left in shock at the Federation during the last days of 2791. Now recovered and more powerful than ever, the march toward Tyranny Federation with its head held high, ready to fight as never done. Tier Level = Tier 2.7 RALA= The RALA is an empire that has recently encountered the Tyranny and through not knowing much about the Dominatus believe that they are good allies, and are now being used as pawns of the Tyranny. During their time of expansion they came across the Dominatus during a mission where Rogue RALA forces arrived into Dominatus-controlled space where they met each other. Several months after and diplomatic relations were underway due to the Dominatus aiding the RALA SpecOps forces in eliminating the Rogue threat.

Tier Level = Tier 3 Star Reavers = The Star Reavers are the mercenary fleet commanded by Jayraan Kaios. Based in Andromeda, the Reavers have an extensive history even before Kaios took the helm. Having seen action in Andromeda, Borealis, the Milky Way and Kraw galaxies, and taken on opponents as great as the DCP and Andromedan Grox, the Reavers have achieved what others consider impossible time and time again.

Tier Level = N'Haoluinates = The N'Haoluinates, once a rather prosperous race with an empire in the works, mysteriously disappeared when their homeworld, known as "Palaneti'Infinetum" (Planet of Dawn), was torn apart by a planemo. The stray planet eventually found itself in orbit around Dawn's parent star, which the N'Haoluinates decided to colonize due to its uncannily-similar environment. The N'Haoluinates are endoparasites, ruled by a Queen through a hive mind-like governing system. Not much else is known about these creatures, but it is possible that their new homeworld was discovered. Tier Level = Tier 5-4 The Aeoneonatrix Empire = The Aeoneonatrix Empire is a small but somewhat powerful Empire located primarily in the Delcath Subsector in the Milky Way Galaxy. They are notable for their providing free protection for the smaller empires in the region that would otherwise be destroyed by The Gargator Empire. They desire both to protect the escaped slaves and destroy the tyranny to eliminate the threat they represent. They are also notable for being in possession of Ameius, who was stolen as an egg by Lingur Wildlight. Tier Level = 3.9

The Storm Breaks Loose
=The Counterattack=

Ikeben's Warning
This address was broadcasted by Gustavus Ikeben, Coalitionary General of the United Free Peoples Coalition as an attempt to get the Gigaquadrant's superpowers to support his attack on Dominatus territory. "''People of the First Gigaquadrant, lend me your ears.

''I am Gustavus Ikeben, elected leader of the United Free Peoples Coalition. I represent hundreds of billions of freed slaves formerly held under the iron hand of the Drakodominatus Tyranny, and those trillions of souls that were not so fortunate.''

It hasn’t been long since the failure of the Domintus’ control chips––an event that set us free and brought the Tyranny to its knees––and already the aggressor is on its way back up, preparing to counter attack.

''In this moment, the Tyranny is weak. Our uprising has managed to cripple the Tyranny’s industry, to scatter its fleets and leave them stranded without the ability to refuel; but to say that it is permanently crippled is a grievous mistake. As I issue this message, thousands of Tyranny battleships are sweeping back over freed worlds like a black tide, drowning our brethren mercilessly as punishment for their defiance.''

As things currently stand, it isn’t a question of if the Tyranny will regain its former colonies, but when.'' But, these questions are irrelevant. We stand at a crossroads, and the questions everyone should be asking themselves are these:''

''Will the whole of the First Gigaquadrant stand by and let the Tyranny recover?

Will it let this window of opportunity pass, thinking that the Tyranny will eventually cease its rampage? Does it think that the Tyranny can be contained, reasoned with?!''

If the answer of any of these is yes, I will be the first to tell you that you are wrong. Dead wrong.  ''The Tyranny will not stop, it will not cease to expand when it has defeated and annexed the whole universe, it will move on to others, and others still! It is an unstoppable war machine whose thirst for bodies and territory will never be quenched.''

''There is only one way to stop it, and that is to destroy it. Right now, right here, there is a golden opportunity, a golden window that is rapidly closing as the Tyranny moves to recover its lost assets.  I ask you to intervene. '' ''I ask all of you to stop standing by as the Tyranny slaughters billions and enslaves trillions. I ask you to stop waiting until it is too late, and it’s your turn to defend yourself against an unrelenting aggressor that could have been struck down in a moment of weakness long ago, but you in your fear were unwilling to move a finger to take advantage of it.''

''With this message, I intend to be the first in a long line of nations to formally declare war on the Drakodominatus Tyranny. I intend to fight without reserve until the Tyrant lies prostrate at my feet, or until I die, cornered, helpless, and alone in some distant corner of the universe.''

I hope you do not suffer the same fate."

Masterplan
Gravius Gnissenkrassau was in charge of the Tyranny counteroffensive, and had pooled a mind boggling 50 million Tyranny ships into a force that was meant to be able to with ease take the slaves down. 100 million Mark 2s Gravius thought, supported by the Tyranny, was more than enough to be able to crush entire civilizations in a massive show of force of the Drakodominatus Tyranny. The capital ships, capable of standing to practically any ship in the First Gigauquadrant and winning, were pooled into a few strategic black holes which were to be used as launching points from which they couldn't be seen. It did not take a genius to figure out that the slaves were finally going on an offensive against Tyranny controlled worlds, and Gravius, a genius of IQ in excess of 1200, easily predicted the exact systems the slaves were going to attack, in which he made it purposefully easy for the slaves to take over.

The plan was that once the slaves had taken over the worlds, at some cost, and deployed ground troops to rescue slaves, that before they could know about conversion into biodrones, the Dominatus would arrive en force with there massive and advanced fleet that outnumbered the slaves by quite a bit, where 50 million of the Mark 2s would go on a massive path of destruction of conquest among the slave planets to turn them into biodrones and to attack the other nuisances to the Tyranny while 50 million of the other Mark 2s would go to the planets and engage the slaves in what was to be a series of incredibly one sided pitched battles where the Dominatus would utterly crush the slave forces in a display of their raw power, intimidating everybody else.

Gravius had complete and utter faith in his plan, he had never lost a battle before, and his Mark 2s were powerful enough to go toe to toe with DCP ships of the same class. He merely faced slaves, revolting worms who had to be crushed and turned into biodrones. The massive armada gathered at the black holes where they awaited the strikes, where the Tyranny would finally emerge triumphant.

Steamroller
The first attacks started in the Milky Way, where the Tyranny had lost the most amount of colonies where the slaves were attacking with what was generally commandeered Mark 1 ships, which according to an official transmission from the Draconid Imperium, they were classes as being able to go one on one with even the ships of the Draconid Imperium given their size. These slaves had the plan in which they would simultaneously attack all across a wide front on a campaign to take over the infrastructure of the Tyranny in the Milky Way, a plan they had absolute faith in. They however did not know much of the Dominatus counter plan, and had no idea what they were getting into.

The first attacks entered into a few worlds of the Tyranny only known by name to some, and unknown to most Dominatus generally, except the Dominatus knew of each planet in depth for this operation. Everything was intricately laid out, the biodrones hidden beneath the equator and the slaves would not know the consequences of invading the world. The first attacks started relatively gently, as the slaves launched probing attacks which they followed with massive strikes on Sentinel Class battlestations, where the Dominatus themselves weakened the shields in order to hasten the battle.

The slaves soon had space dominance and elated by this turn of events began landing troops onto the worlds where excited by the thrill of victory, they surged while only minimal amounts of Myrmidons and overseers were deployed against them, and soon enough, as they surged across the worlds, they knew that they were going to win, however, right as they found out the worlds infrastructure had been destroyed before and that the slaves were biodrones, the Tyranny fleet appeared over the planets and outnumbering and outclassing the slave ships, utterly and completely obliterated their forces with their system shattering firepower, as they used their baleful weaponry against less advanced and less numerous ships.

The slaves in the Milky Way were much too late to realize their folly, as Interdictor Class Dreadnaughts also prevented their hyperdrives from working to any extent, and they were trapped in one sided battles. This was accompanied by the Dominatus landing their own land forces in tandem with orbital bombardment on the slave armies, which were now forced into horrendous last stands in which they were all massacred or turned into biodrones, and the ichor and gore of their bodies fertilized the barren lands of the worlds.

The Tyranny ships also broke out across the slave colonies in a massive steamroller, completely and utterly destroying whatever resistance the slaves managed to put up with sheer brute force, and soon they were going through the slave colonies like a hot knife through butter. Gravius plan was working to his expectations, though anomalies happened in Andromeda.

Mark 2 Might
Mortrig Malevon was not in a pleasant mood, not a good one at all. He had been posted as a fleet commander in order to help support the attacks on the slaves, but he felt another urge, the genocide of a complete borderline tier 3 empire, the Federal Vilerg Council. Mortrig had under his command a million ships, and he diverted them from the slave campaign in order to completely subjugate the Federal Vilerg Council. He marshalled the ships and through a sheer display of force, marched through the Federal Vilerg Council's territory as an unstoppable wave, destroying the vastly outnumbered and vastly outclassed Vilerg ships with a massive flood of Mark 2s.

Worlds burned and fleets were destroyed as the scintillating fire of Gatling Hyperlasers went through their worlds, utterly destroying them and turning all survivors into biodrones. The massive blitzkrieg also came without warning, as the Vilerg had just been in friendly talks with the Dominatus. In minutes, the Vilerg were being wiped out by the vastly more powerful and numerous Mark 2s, and suddenly all there worlds were Dominatus.

The final world was one in the Milky Way, like all of their other colonies, and Mortrig himself led the ground assault, possessed by an inhuman rage, and he went to the palace of the Vilerg and with his bare hands killed the entire council. And with the dead who were not turned into biodrones by his order, displayed a message of gore, and across the burning planet, from space could be read a message, scrawled out in bodies, it read Ameius.

Lingur Encounters Mortrig
Lingur looked with awe at the planet below him, It was an Aeoneonatrix world like any other, and you would hardly know of its significance from the surface had you been born there and not been told. But this planet, Felrul, was significant indeed, because it was the first Aeoneonatrix colony in another galaxy. Lingur felt a deep sense of satisfaction at this accomplishment, though the look in his now girlfriend Callanni's eyes gave the impression that she was infinitely more delighted than even he.

They would not have long to enjoy this sight, however, as he was called to deal with a Dominatus attack on a nearby liberated Dominatus colony. As they hurried to the colony, he asked Ameius, who had not yet reached maturity and was thus not intended to participate in the battle, if he felt the same sense of satisfaction.

Ameius - ''It is quite exciting that we have colonies in other galaxies. However, how will we win against the Dominatus?'' Lingur - ''That is yet to be decided. I have formulated in my mind plans to, rather crudely and dropishly, return that ship Gondoo came on to their home planet, but these are in their earliest stages and in all likelihood will not manifest in reality.''

Mortrig Malevon had, stressed by his encounters with Ameius and his success in the Milky Way campaigns, been posted to the Bunsen Galaxy. His holdings still remained in the Milky Way, so he only brought 10,000 ships with him to Bunsen, leading an attack on a slave world as part of the Tyranny master plan.

As with all the other galaxies where this approach was proceeding well, the attack force steamrolled through the salves. The intimidating firepower of the Mark 2 Fleet utterly crushed everything that came into their way, using the full variety of Tyranny weaponry to blast everything that came into sight. Soon, the Dominatus started landing countless legions of Myrmidons on the Planets, supported by Steel Exterminator overseers. Mortrig himself led the charge, and soon his kill count was running into thousands of slaves. This was one of the most well defended slave planets in the galaxy, but the slaves were being utterly destroyed. Mortrig, possessed by his fury at having lost his son, eschewed long range weaponry and armor, only using biomass to utterly destroy the slaves.

The Vengeance arrived at the planet as the attack was occurring. It was all Awesh could do to get the ship to the surface where the Mark 2 fleet would not focus on it. Many Aeoneonatrix soldiers, including some Aestrom, exited the ship along with a few squads of defenders.

The Myrmidons kept on pressing forwards, surging through the lines of slaves, with Mortrig at the head. Combat Harvester Mark 2s also skimmed above, ripping slaves out and turning them into biodrones.

Normally the Aeoneonatrix's goal in these circumstances would be saving as many of the non-combatant slaves as possible. But the Shepherds had all been shot down within minutes by the Mark 2 fleet. It was clear all that could be done was to make this battle costly for the Dominatus, but even then there was no hope of rendering it not worth having fought.

Myrmidons were designed to be expendable, to be lost in the millions or billions in single battles, and they attacked all the slaves without mercy, also to be seen for the first times were the new biodrones, which were somewhat more elite than the Myrmidons.

Though the Vengeance had been landed to the East of the marching Tyranny soldiers, their modest force was not able to escape its detection as he had hoped. Upon seeing that this had occurred, Lingur ordered his force into a nearby cave that he hoped only a small part of the enemy force could enter at a time, hopefully robbing them of some of the advantage their greater numbers provided.

The Myrmidons were funneled into the cave where there numbers counted for nothing, and formed a heap of their dead.

Mortrig however, with his predatory sense, noticed Lingur, and ordered them to start using bioweapons in the cave. Soon enough, the necrosis weapons of the Tyranny were at work on the Aeoneonatrix troops.

Lingur ran towards the back of the cave, which he saw was rather large and complex, the size of a large town or small city even.

However, Mortrig wanted the kill for himself, and while many of the Aeoneonatrix were decaying, he alone entered the cave searching for Lingur.

Mortrig - Come out Lingur, slayer of my mate, and taker of my son.

Lingur had run toward the back of the cave, which he saw was rather large. He did not emerge from his hiding place as he heard Mortrig's pleas. Using his senses, Mortrig pinpointed Lingur’s location, and as Lingur turned around, he faced Mortrig.

Mortrig - There you are, little rodent! Lingur - I am not a rodent, I'm a large, grazing animal. Mortrig - All the same beneath my feet.

At that, a massive biomass spike came from Mortrig’s center, at Lingur. Lingur barely got out of the way in time.

Mortrig - I will make you lament the day you stole my son, your misery will know no bounds! Lingur - ''Hence why you tried to kill me with that biomass spike, which would have been a pretty quick death. Got it, dumdum.''

Mortrig was enraged beyond bounds by the Aeoneonatrix and this reflected itself in an increase in his sadism. Dozens of biomass tendrils broke out of his body, some ending with hooks and other tentacles and started slicing open Lingur's body. Though he tried to dodge them, he was overwhelmed by the massive flurry of them, each strike carving a stroke of Ameius name into his body. Soon enough, his body was being engulfed, as blood poured out of his wounds with the words Ameius.

Mortrig - You will regret that day for the rest of eternity!

Lingur saw a light at the end of a side-passage in the cave, he ran outside, hoping to get out and signal his ship. Mortrig followed him to the side passage as biomass tendrils continued to lacerate and eviscerate Lingur more, some of Lingur’s internal organs falling out. Lingur eventually got outside the cave. He finally collapsed onto the ground about 60 feet/18 meters away. He turned around and saw Mortrig approaching.

Mortrig - Time to end this charade.

At that, Mortrig gathered many biomass tendrils in the air and had them poised to strike at Lingur. Lingur looked up and saw a pile of rocks above the cave. Summoning all of the strength he has left, he pulled his blaster out of its holster and shot the lowest one, triggering a rock-slide. As the rocks piled on top of Mortrig, Lingur attempted to signal his ship, but was not able to press the button before blacking out. Mortrig, though he weathered the rockslide was unable to launch the final attack.

Lingur woke up later in a hospital on Felrul. He was still in intense pain. He saw Awesh and Callanni in the room, speaking to each other about him. Awesh looked over and saw him.

Awesh - ''He's awake! Look! Look! His eye is open!''

Callanni saw this and quickly dashed over to him.

Callanni - Hey there. Lingur - How long was I out? Callanni - ''A few days. They ultimately had to replace 6 organs with mechanical versions. Your blood is likewise artificial.'' Lingur - ''How did you find me? I was unable to signal the ship.'' Awesh - Ameius found you, he was able to sniff you out after hearing the rock slide near the entrance to the cave he had heard you go into. Lingur - How long until I'm expected to be fighting again? Callanni - ''The doctors are not sure, but weeks to a month. It'll likely be after Ameius' first appearance in combat.'' Lingur - I see. Callanni - ''Well, you'd best eat something. Would you like to taste some of the native plants?'' Lingur - Sure, give me a sampling of the ones you think I’ll like. Callanni - Okay.

Return of the Federation
The USF had been out of focus for weeks, no one had received no message from the December 25, which said nothing more important than "Happy will be the next year for the Gigaquadrant", which was taken as a kind of card of good wishes. What no one knew was that the Federation had experienced a moment of tension, followed by a scientific and philosophical revolution. The events of the Revolution of December 24th caused a scientific and technological growth in the Federation, enabling it to improve its capabilities in relation to hyperspace, black holes and their knowledge of the essense.

The events of the Revolution of December 24th caused a scientific and technological growth in the Federation, enabling it to improve its capabilities in relation to hyperspace, black holes and their knowledge of the essense.

Ruthem Guassali: The meeting was called.

The Senator Ruthem Guassali recently began to wield the Secretary of the Senate, the second most important position within it.

Ruthem Guassali: We are honored by the presence of the Great Triumvirate, the theme of this session is to choose to take the Federation attitude in the situation of the slave revolt of Tyranny Drakodominatus, we participate, help or remain neutral.

Senator 1: Everybody know what we must to do, Mr. Guassali, we must to destroy the Tyranny!

Senator 2: I am not sure, the Tyranny is very powerful now, we know what they could do with us...

Senator 3: The situation is difficult, we should help slaves, but remind outside of the war.

Senator 1: We know that is useless, the Tyranny will attack us if we don't destroy them first.

The discussion went on, Senators were put to one side or another, for or against the war. They spent hours in the discussion, but several floors high, sitting in their seats, the triumvirate remained inflexible, their faces were expressionless, they had taken their desision for hours.

Ruthem Guassali: Silence! The Triunvirate has the word.

Aranelia Brinal woke up from her seat.

Aranelia: The Triunvirate has taken a desision...

Three hours later, Vakalian was organizing his cabin on his new ship, the "Pride", an enhanced version of its dilapidated Misericordia. Within minutes a wounded Afnai entered his room.

Afnai: Vankalian!

Vankalian: Yes I know, we're leaving.

Afnai: But, how do you convinced the Senate to go to war?

Vankalian: There is nothing that Aranelia, Edelmut and me cannot do... Now, take a rest, you look bad.

Afnai left the room, happy to return to action, knowing that in a matter of hours or days, would killing Dominatus again.

Another Day, Another War, Another Sporebuck
There is a truth to the universe, known to many, but understood and exploited by few. This truth is that information flows like water, finding any dip or hole it can pool into. Someone simply has to know where to dip the bucket to learn anything they wish. It was from this natural, almost organic collection of information from which the Star Reavers, the legendary Andromedan mercenary outfit under the direction of Admiral Kaios, came to learn of this new war in Mirus.

The war involved dozens of factions, each vying over crumbs of the Drakodominatus Tyranny. Many of these factions were young, weak, and ripe for the picking. Like sharks to chummed waters, mercenaries and pirates were flocking to the galaxy by whatever means possible. Seizing the opportunity, Kaios piggybacked a message onto a Draconid Imperium transmission, advertising his services to the galaxy. It wasn't long before the chance to have the Reavers themselves alongside their fleets began to turn the minds of planetary governors and empire leaders alike. This war was going to be very busy, and very profitable, for the Reavers as a whole.

Ameius' First Battle
Ameius looked out the window into deep space. He was alerted to an Aeoneonatrix coming up to him. He turned and saw that this was Callanni.

Ameius - What are we needed for? Callanni - ''We just got a distress signal. You see, one or two of the liberated Dominatus slave worlds have become our clients, and one of them is being attacked by Mardor.'' Ameius - ''Very well, let us go to the world then. Can't let it fall to the Mardor.''

The ship headed over to the planet under Mardor attack. The ship landed, and Ameius emerged along with several squads of Aeoneonatrix soldiers.

Ameius - What are the orders Callanni?

The soldiers went off in another direction, under their own varying orders.

Callanni - ''Work to destroy the attacking Mardor force, while minimizing casualties on our side. Protection is prioritized over destruction.''

A squad of Mardor began firing on Ameius. Ameius, confident in his genetics as a Dominatus surged at the Mardor, although even fully matured he was only at 50% strength of a Dominatus, having not been put through the rigorous training that they had. Ameius’ body however shrugged off the lighter shells as he fired off his plasma cannon, which was quite accurate. The members of the squad that survived the blast began running away. Ameius however, felt quite hungry and started devouring the Mardor by sprinting at them. However, he noticed that the wounds he did sustain from higher caliber weaponry were not regenerating. The biomass wriggled around the wounds but did not repair them. Many more soldiers began firing as well. Ameius armor, not of Dominatus make continued to fail as he was also unable to use biomass armor. Slowly, the wounds began to mount as the pain forced him to lose grip of the plasma cannon. He tried to create a shield but was pushed back by this, until slaves with guns came to fire at the Mardor. The Mardor turned to the slaves, but they were being shot down one by one. After the Mardor were dead, one of the slaves looked up at Ameius.

Slave - ''Why... What are you doing on our side?'' Ameius - ''I am not with the Tyranny, I hate them. Lingur took me as a child.'' Slave - ''Woah... Well thanks I guess...'' Ameius - ''You are welcome ... what did the Dominatus do to you?'' Slave - Ships, I must have had a hand in 1000 of the things. Ameius - Wow. Slave - Well, we need to continue repelling these Mardor. Ameius - Ok, let’s go! Slave - Do you want us to back you up? Ameius - Sure, let’s kick these Mardor out!

At that, Ameius starts going through the opposing Mardor, firing his plasma cannon proficiently while smashing apart the ones foolish enough to get into close combat range The Slaves provide a great deal of assistance. Ameius, supported by the slaves, continued to push back the Mardor to their landing zones.

A Mardor at the zone sees Ameius coming.

Mardor - ''OH CRAP! *Tosses gun aside* I surrender! Please don't eat me!''

Ameius pondered on what to do. Ameius tried to follow the Aeoneonatrix teachings, but there was a growing hunger. It was his primal urge as a Dominatus to be the apex predator. Ameius’ kindness was taken on by his inbuilt Dominatus urges as a shadow engulfed his psyche, the shadow of Demogorgon Prime.

Ameius - You deserve this fiend!

At that, Ameius, in one giant gulp, consumes the Mardor. The Other Mardor ran away in horror. At that, Ameius rational side, his Aeoneonatrix side, returned.

Ameius - ''Oh, my Cleanser what have I done? I just killed an unarmed prisoner...''

He quickly refocused on combat to get his mind off of it. It did not work. It pried at him as he destroyed the Mardor soldiers and ships. Soon the defense had been successful. Ameius got back on board the ship. He walked straight to his room, not wanting to talk to Callanni.

Callanni - *Knocks on door* Ameius open up, we both know I couldn't punish you if I wanted to.

Ameius opened the door.

Ameius - I wasn't rational, my instincts just took over. Callanni - I see... Ameius - ''Callanni, this is a big problem. If I can't control myself in battle, such that I kill an unarmed prisoner, how can I be trusted?''

Callanni had no answer.

Ameius - ''What if both Cesterity and Gondoo are right? What if I am a monster by my nature, which can be suppressed at times, but cannot be fully made into a force for good?'' Callanni - ''We can try to train this out... Or only employ you against non-edible enemies.'' Ameius - But If I couldn't control my hunger here, what if I slip up against an ally, or Cleanser forbid, a civilian. Callanni - Don't give up, we should be able to get rid of this. Ameius - I guess so. Callanni - Now, we're going back to Ku-Rokti. Ameius - OK.

Ameius went back to his room once they arrived.

=Different Paths=

The Way of Gustavus
The liberated slaves in Andromeda knew that to engage the Tyranny head-on was suicide. The fact that they outnumbered the Dominatus ships a hundred-to-one was of little comfort, for they knew of the sheer might the Tyranny could bring to bear in a single well-aimed broadside. If the Tyranny could pin their fleets down in a single location, they would be annihilated within instants.

Although the situation looked bleak, Gustavus Ikeben knew that he could still tear victory from the gaping maw of defeat, even when faced––especially when faced––with an opponent superior to him in every single conceivable way. The Tyranny believed that the only way to fight was in set-piece battles, where two belligerents stood toe-to-toe and the best of the two won. He knew that he could not fight the honest and simple way. Instead, he was to employ strategy dictated not by brute force and sheer numbers, but by fluidity, attrition, and deception. He knew that if they were going to survive this war, he would have to do things his own way.

Illumination
The RALA fleet was beginning to exit the vast Dominatus territory and into the warzone. They were on their highest guard following their war with the Sindar, little did they know what was to come.

SpecOps Navigator - Sir, I've spotted contacts on my radar! Should we engage?!

Rhul - Well they aren't Drakodominatus, are they now? Ships; blow these pathetic ships to pieces.

A swift but brutal battle begins, as the opposing fleet begins to attack the RALA fleet, but were easily countered, leading to the enemy’s surrender.

Rhul - Cease fire men, they seemed to have ceased hostilities. Announce yourself now before I finish you.

Lingur - This is Lingur Wildlight of the Aeoneonatrix empire.

Rhul - Explain yourself. Entering Dominatus territory with the intent to kill is stupidity, and our intervention saved your puny fleet.

Lingur - We only want to stop them from slaughtering innocent people.

Rhul - Is that your excuse to wreak havoc?

Lingur - It's better than theirs.

Rhul - From what I have seen from the Dominatus, they are a very powerful empire with no reason to do so.

Lingur bursts into laughter.

Lingur - Was that a joke?

Rhul - As much as your fleet is... We must commence talks; I will come to your ship

The Malicious Intent docks at the unknown enemy's ship to meet with Lingur. Rhul enters the bridge. Rhul lunges at Lingur, whilst his SpecOps hold down his subordinates; he then raises a gun to his head.

Lingur - You're going to kill me for trying to aid in the destruction of an empire that has slaughtered and enslaved trillions?

Rhul - No, I'm just ridding this galaxy of one, pathetic, fleetmaster. Take me to your homeworld before you do die.

Lingur - So you can enslave them?

Rhul - * Rhul signals his fleet* Go into stealth mode. *turns to Lingur* We aren't slavers, but if you say the Dominatus are, I want to find out for myself.

Lingur - HAVE YOU HEARD THEIR NAME?

Rhul - Easy now...

Lingur - It's almost the word "domination" followed by outright calling themselves a Tyranny.

Rhul - Tyranny? I wasn't aware of that.

Lingur - So you haven't? Their full name is “the Drakodominatus Tyranny.”

Rhul - I see, take me to your homeworld. Now.

Lingur - I will, there's someone there I'd like you to meet actually.

Rhul - Do it.

Lingur - You'll have to let my pilot drive the ship. He's the green and orange one.

Rhul - You! Get in that seat now!

Awesh - I'm going I'm going

Awesh drove the ship back to Ku-Rokti. Rhul then orders his men to stand down and puts his gun down. Awesh lands the ship.

Lingur - Will the testimony of a former slave convince you that the Dominatus are slavers?

Rhul - Bring him in.

Lingur called Gondoo into the ship.

Gondoo - Hello.

Rhul - Why hello there.

Gondoo - I hear you need to be convinced that the Dominatus are slavers.

Rhul - I'm waiting...

Gondoo - I was one of their slaves until less than six months ago.

Rhul - Do you know of a Mortrig Malevon? Yes.

Gondoo - One of their top commanders, an Annihilator Ultima.

Rhul - ...And a friend of mine.

Lingur - You're friends with Mortrig?

Rhul - I recently met him whilst dealing with personal matters.

Lingur - Did he tell you about the species he wiped out? How he committed mass murder upon the Federal Vilerg Council?

Rhul - What the...

Lingur - He did it by the way because he was angry about matters unrelated to them.

Rhul - You're lucky. This Intel saved your empire... I'll see Mortrig.

Gondoo - I was also a slave to that empire my entire life, I was a spa worker.

Rhul - I see.

Gondoo - I was mostly a waiter. In order to be this, they had to affix a tray to my back

Rhul - Men! We're leaving, Mortrig has some questions to answer, and you... don't think yourself as our friend.

Gondoo - They had to clip my wings to fit it on by the way, Just a few feathers, just enough so I couldn't and can't fly. Not until I have the muscles working again and the feathers grow back.

Rhul - Farewell.

Rhul, in shock, left the system with his fleet.

Scorched Earth
Written by: GreatDestroyer12

After the encounter which could easily have led to the destruction of his invading fleet, Ikeben slowly heard that the Mark 2 fleet was forming a solid wave of ships in order to conquer the space of the FPC. He knew then, that the objective was although in the long term to preserve his infrastructure, that in the short term, it was imperative that he stymie the Tyranny's forces. He knew that the Tyranny expected him to engage his forces in static defense against the Tyranny fleets, something that would inevitably lead to calamity. However, he knew that the navy of the Tyranny was incredibly supply intensive, and he knew from intel reports that the rather incompetent Tyrant was still diverting some production, even at the point when their industrial capacity was weakened to their secret weapons projects rather than to having a good logistics train. Furthermore, spies had learned that the Tyranny was still broke from a project called Tiamat and was unable to expand their total production capability at a fast enough rate to accomodate their current needs.

The logical extension of this was a rather simple fact, it was that if he was able to successfully attack their outposts and harass their supply lines sufficiently, something that was rather easy given the fact that the Tyranny never expect supplies there, he would be able to starve the intimidating Mark 2 forces at the front. What this meant was that in order to win, his forces would not need to face Mark 2s at the apex of their firepower but instead attack them where it hurt, in the supply lines, and this would directly impact the main Tyranny forces. This meant that he would be able to attack the unfueled and unsupplied Mark 2s, and he knew that even the Tyranny's technology could not save them from the fact that having no supplies meant that he could not fight. He had a plan now, a plan to dethrone the Tyranny and to absolutely destroy their force, something which would help galvanize support for the FPC. It was time for battle, time for scorched earth.

As per the plan of the Dominatus, the Mark 2 fleet advanced through the space of the FPC, desperately seeking a pitched battle that would make the conquest of the remaining undefended worlds rather trivial. The other reason was that the strategic doctrine of the Tyranny meant that a fleet should always set out for a pitched set piece battle through which to fully defeat an enemy force. This was due to the he massive industrial losses of the Tyranny, the amount of funds thats had to be devoted to research and the extent of their empire, which entailed that a Tyranny fleet would want to end a war as quickly as possible lest they be brought down by logistic strain. The Tyranny tried to accomplish this, going after the armada of Ikeben, which had been split into numerous tactical taskforces that were able to wage fearsome guerrilla warfare on the Tyranny.

The Mark 2 Fleet penetrated deeper and deeper into FPC space, just as Ikeben wanted them to, in the search of a pitched battle. This led to the supply lines of the Mark 2 fleet being stretched even more and more, as guerilla detachments of FPC Marines went on suicide missions behind Tyranny lines and disrupted critical infrastructure. This asymmetrical nature of battle was something that the Tyranny could not adapt to, as they ended up fighting the shadows. This offensive continued however, as the increasingly fueled starved Tyranny ships surged more and more into FPC territory, stretching them to a breaking point.

Buchtdoshitzentyz
Written by: GreatDestroyer12

As the Mark 2's equipment wore out without hope of supply and a pitched battle was not found, the FPC continued to get pushed back as per Gustavus' predictions. However, eventually, at the last remaining lines between the planets before dark space, the Tyranny ships could eventually not move nor fire. Their shields were down, not having the fuel to be able to protect the monsters anymore and where for all intents and purposes, floating hulks. At this point, they got the pitched battle they were looking for this entire time.

At this point, the smaller ships of Gustavus task force engaged the Tyranny in all across their planets as the defenseless Mark 2s sat at the rims of their last systems doing nothing. The vaunted Mark 2 fleet, once thought of as invulnerable and unbeatable was utterly destroyed in one of the most one sided battles of the war, as they were unable to fire on the enemy ships, unable to retreat, and unable to defend themselves. One by one, across the different systems, the Mark 2s started blowing up in massive fire balls as their critical systems were damaged, and the FPC soon claimed victory.

The Dominatus were shocked at this debacle, not for the military loss in particular but as a blow to their naval prestige. Mark 2's were the vanguard of the Tyranny, fleets that had engaged everything from the Grox to the DCP to Exodium and had come out on top. It was completely unexpected that rebels would be able to destroy the fleet that represented the power of the Tyranny and this sent shockwaves throughout the Tyranny, and showed a sign of weakness of the Tyranny to the Gigaquadrant, to whom the entire final battle was broadcasted to.

It was as in the saying Buchtdoshitzentyz, ahgzev daltzcrg ubischrtiz Letzen, drigen Dominatus, or "Impossible, they have beaten us, the Dominatus

A Meeting of the Light
After the Core incident, dissent was spread among the Commonwealth member states; how could the AGC, the same alliance that once defeated the mighty Grox, allow the very heart of the galaxy to be taken by the extragalactic invaders? Indeed, many lords of the Andromedan Light started to question whether the Commonwealth was truly able to lead Andromeda into a brighter future, and it was finally decided that the entire Andromedan light should be assembled to ensure that the Core Crisis would never repeat again. As per tradition, the AGC leaders assembled in the Seat of Light, and the discussion was started by one of the Highlords - this time, it was Iovera.

Iovera- ''Citizens of the unified Andromeda, the Core Crisis was a mistake, and we admit that this mistake was our fault. But, rest assured, that was a mistake we shall never repeat again! Never again shall we tolerate those who seek to claim the galaxy we have sworn to protect as their own. Never again. Senator - And how can you make sure of this?'' Uriel *turning to Iovera* - I recently came back from a diplomatic visit, I have a suggestion. Iovera - ''I only use violence as a last resort, but in that case, it seems the for me that the Tyranny left us no choice. I believe that we have to consider an act of war.'' Uriel - Recently a new empire has joined our commonwealth, and I believe they can give us an edge over the Dominatus.

Reminocles stared at Iovera.

Reminocles - ''And how are you going to do this, Highlord? The Tyranny is powerful, and to defeat them, the combined efforts of the entire Commonwealth would be needed. And the Dominatus aren't Grox.'' Iovera - The Fordan Empire? Uriel - ''I have faith in the Fordanta. I attended a state visit a week ago and was impressed with their skills in battle.'' Fordan Councillor - ''Thank you, Hel'La'Ri. Although it is unclear how the contribution of a relatively small power such as our own can grant an edge in such a war, we shall strive to earn our place in this commonwealth.'' Reminocles - ''Hmph... Impressive. But what can a single species do against the entire Dominatus warmachine?'' Uriel - Remember that the commonwealth's power is not in the contribution of one particular species, but how multiple species work together, the whole is greater than the sum. Iovera - ''The Commonwealth is built on unity. Remember that.'' Reta'nyan - ''Your words make sense... but when should we strike? We must act fast, lest the Dominatus will prepare for our assault.'' Uriel - ''The Tyranny is already busy with political troubles of its own. In fact if memory serves, we can gain more supporters in the form of slaves rising up against them.'' Renus - Having worked in the Military Intelligence of the Tyranny, I still have the access codes to some of their files. Renus - It appears that the slaves have repulsed them in Andromeda, a so called Free People's Coalition. Renus - If there is a time to strike, it is now, lest they regain their strength. Renus - I believe the first order of business would be to test the prowess of thsese "Fordanta" Reta'nyan - ''A right decision. A warrior's prowess is tested only on the battlefield.'' Renus - The only proof of theory lies in the crucible of reality.

As the course of action was decided, the discussion was over and members of the Light returned to their homes, preparing for the upcoming campaign against the Tyranny.

Above the Carcass of a World
The vanguard of the AGC fleet gathered over a rather desolate Tyranny world, a featureless desert where the power of the Fordanta could be tested. On that planet, the Tyranny had eschewed the use of vehicles for infantry because of the positioning of their infrastructure. In addition, it was a world where a fleet had just left for another world, and thus was only defended on the ground. The AGC forces gathered on a ship behind the moon of the planet to plot their military actions.

Renus - What are the plans for assault? Larnus - ''Intelligence indicates this planet contains a moderate Tyranny garrison. They preferred using infantry due to the positioning of their infrastructure.'' Larnus - ''However this time the tyranny's preference to building big has worked in our favour. It is possible we can fit smaller vehicles between structures, but the battlefield does show a preference for infantry.'' Jahric - ''We could try to attack them from space first. I do not like to waste lives without need.'' Larnus - ''A good plan. We can soften them up before we meet them on the ground. Renus - Let fire rain from the heavens. Larnus - ''Set priority on destroying the military bases. We can then have scouts sabotage outlying infrastructure.'' Renus - I believe that the Tyranny would hide it's important infrastructure somewhere else, we may lose the element of surprise from a bombardment. Renus - It is your decision however, Lord Admiral. Larnus - ''Hmm, have our men prepare. As the bombardment dies down, we send in ground troops.'' Larnus - Even if they do emerge from shelters, they will be met with our armies upon re-emergence.

The sensors all focused on a single bastion which stood in stark contrast to the massive desert which was the planet.

Renus - Fire on that bastion, it is obviously their center of control.

Larnus nodded.

Larnus - ''All gunners to your positions. All ground soldiers prepare for assault.'' Hel'Bre'K - If I may make a request, my Lord? Larnus - Yes, blademaster? Hel'Bre'K - Excuse the impertinence, but if this bastion is the enemy's centre of command, would it not be wiser to bombard their reserve forces, and seize the bastion intact? Larnus - ''Perhaps. At the same time, decimating the bastion can send a message and boost the morale of the slaves.'' Renus - During a slave revolt, my people would have done something to replace the slaves. Renus - However, I was not involved with Installation 11, I don't know what they were up to with respect to servant races aside from the overseers. Hel'Bre'K - ''As strong a message as the banner of the Commonwealth waving high above it? I admit, I am unfamiliar to the scale of war you know well, however there may be tactical information of value within the bastion.'' Renus - This is but an outpost world, although it may facilitate a few fleet reports Larnus - ''Blademaster you have a point. Renus, where would tactical information be held in such a structure?'' Renus - At the very top of the structure, or the very bottom. Larnus - If the information is at the bottom we can aford a few shots. Renus - It is ultimately up to your jurisdiction, Lord Admiral. Jahric - If the latter is correct, then we'll have to get our troops in there. Hel'Bre'K - Is there any possibility of landing troops on top of the bastion? Jahric - ''There is. The Divinarium teleportation technology is powerful.'' Larnus - Also such a thing is a common imperial tactic. Hel'Bre'K - ''Then perhaps, if your orbital artillery can absorb some of the Tyranny reinforcements, my Fordanta can stage a landing atop the bastion. Once those inside the tower are distracted, your own troops could be teleported inside the tower at the lower levels.'' Larnus - A sound plan blademaster. Jahric - ''...This could work. But are you aware how powerful the Dominatus troppers are?'' Renus - I do not believe Dominatus would have deployed their troops to an outpost. Hel'Bre'K - The Dominatus warriors are clearly potent, and I admit I am concerned pitting my kin against them, however the ability to adapt is core to the way of the Warrior. Hel’Bre’K - ''This Commonwealth will find a way to defeat them, and my kin are ready to sacrifice everything if needed. It is merely my duty to ensure that this is not necessary.'' Renus - You have never seen a Dominatus in battle, Hel'. Larnus - Your faith is inpirational, blademaster. Renus - However, generally speaking, they administrate from the back.

Renus - Their population prohibits mass deployment of them.

Hel'Bre'K - *to Renus* ''You have not seen the Path of the Blademaster. Whatever these Dominatus are capable of, rest assured that I will not tire nor slow until the commonwealth succeeds.''

Renus - I hope you can live up to that Hel', now however, we must commence the attack.

Hel'Bre'K - ''Agreed. By your command, my Lord. My Kin are ready.''

Jahric - ''And so is the Dei'Ar. I shall stay on orbit, coordinating the bombardment.''

Tower Offense
On a Dominatus world, at the top of the bastion, two Prophet overseers stood watch over the planet. Life went along normally as biodrones operated the machinery which devoured the planet to make more ships for the Tyranny. The overseers, communicating telepathically played a game of wits to sharpen their mental faculty while going about their duty.All of a sudden however, the sky broke loose with bombardment from the AGC fleet. An encrypted transmission was sent to Tyranny high command telling of the AGC while the Tyranny troops began retreating into the bowels of the factories.

With a mix of coordination and skill, AGC troops were deployed amongst the shells and lasers of orbiting ships. A detachment of AGC forces were teleported onto the roof of the bastion. Prophets, who were posted to the top level started forming a vanguard, blasting the AGC troops with hellfire. This, however, could not stop the Divinarium troops, who teleported from place to place, dodging the Overseer psychic powers. Fordan dropships, who were already entering low orbit on the heels of the bombardment, swooped in low and fast, trying to get under the Dominatus' guns, dropping off troops along the way to seal the overseers inside the bastion. AGC troops darted for cover and fired on the Prophets.The Prophets directed Myrmidons to swarm against the AGC troops, showering them with inaccurate but massive amounts of fire.

Prophet overseers continued to blast hellfire and lightning from their staffs at the enemies as the rest of the overseers retreated deeper into the complex. The Prophets, knowing about teleportation's capabilities retreated deeper into the tower, hoping that the teleportation would be more useless there. Prophets were also confused by what they saw. Although their advanced sensors told them that the Fordanta were in certain locations, their senses told them not. Fordanta took advantage of this confusion to gang up on confused prophets and take the confused psychics out. Fordanta combat dropped, the small thrusters on their backs allowing them to safely descend from heights of ten to twenty metres, rolling as they landed to get into cover. All the while, mountains of destroyed Myrmidons were built by the AGC troops as their inaccurate and ineffective fire failed to do much damage.

AGC soldier – Hehe, someone remind me how these fools are such a threat?

Inside the Spire
The Prophets continued retreating into the cavernous confines of the base and soon the AGC had the entirety of the roof. The Commonwealth soldiers marched further into the base, watching the sunlight vanishing in the dark caverns. It appeared that the Tyranny architecture meant to horrify other races.

Fordanta - These forces are clearly a meat shield, intended to tire us before the true battle. AGC Soldier - I see.

They journeyed deeper and deeper into the tower, as a massive amount of AGC troops entered the ruined bastion.

AGC Solder 1 - These aliens have "freakshow" written all over their psyche... AGC Soldier 2 - Creepy...

The Fordanta steadily made their way to the vanguard of the force, where their short-ranged weaponry proved more useful. This also meant that they took the brunt of the wild fire from the Myrmidons. inside the tower however, sonic blasts created a massive cacophony, something the lead elements of the AGC force were familiar with. Even at the landing point at the room, astride their antigravity packs, Sons of Hedon started firing at the AGC from all angles. Inside the tower, they seemed to emerge from the walls themselves, in the endless corridors, ambushing AGC squads.

NTA Soldier - ...Draconis?

The NTA soldier's reply was a blast to the head from a sonic beam, which ripped him apart at the smallest level. Other AGC soldiers, not having seen action at Deep Core were also similarly confused. They also noticed that their enemy acted in perfect synchronicity, even though they did not emit any sounds from anything but their weapons. Reports broke out of attacks all across their flanks and positions.

Fordanta Soldier - I find that in these sorts of situations, the best course of action is to throw grenades at every corridor I do not intend to go down. *starts to do so* Son of Hedon - THINGS SHOULD GET LOUD NOW! AGC Soldiers - Ah crap, ah crap...

The Sons of Hedon began chanting insults so as to further intimidate the AGC forces.

ITN Marine - Melt these abominations!

Scattered AGC troops in some locations ran down corridors screaming only to be dragged away by Sons of Hedon. A sonic barrage was a form of warfare the Fordanta were unfamiliar with, however psychological warfare had little effect on them. Although they were disoriented, some started to climb the walls to get better shots at the Sons of Hedon, engaging in close combat if they were grabbed. It was there however, where the Fordanta began to witness the unnatural strength and melee capabilities of the Sons, whose template had been given Dominatus education. Without dedicated melee weaponry nor troops in the front lines, the Fordanta were beginning to be overpowered. At this, Hel'Bre'K immediately ordered a group of Knights to accompany him to the front, in a bid to turn the edge.

The Sons of Hedon continued firing at the Knights and AGC troops in coordination with the prophets. The main disadvantage of the Sons of Hedon however was their relative lack of experience, being clones. They did not know the Fordan ways of war, and although possessing advantage in raw natural power, they were beaten by the coordinated strikes of the knights. Some of the more psychologically stricken were the Draconis. To them, the sons reminded them of stories of certain kinds of demon from long ago. Furthermore, in the midst of battle, the abducted AGC troops were forced to listen to the sounds of torture of their own brethren who had lost in individual firefights against the Sons. Screams of agony permeated themselves across the battle and soon each blast of the Sons of Hedon sounded like a scream or plea for mercy from AGC troops.

The Knights at the frontline were beginning to push, however the Warriors behind them were beginning to be affected by the Sons' weapons. They were beginning to fight with more desperation, focusing more on the quantity of kills than the precision. One marine became panicked. He looked about as his chest pounded. He was immediately dragged away by a Son of Hedon as his agony became the sound of cannons. The Sons of hedon however, still continued to retreat deeper into the fortress.

Dei'Ar Hunter - ''Do these mutants scare you, Draconis? Hmph.''

As they went deeper and deeper underground, the architecture grew more twisted.

Warrior - ''Steady... steady... remember your training. Wait a minute... why are they retreating when they have the advantage here?''

Unbeknownst to them, the Sons of Hedon wanted to draw them deeper, to a place where they had absolutely no hope of escape. A place where they could all be destroyed, and be reduced to dust in the wind.

Dei'Ar Hunter - Usually, someone says "they have a plan" at that point and then all these creatures pop up and kill everyone. Marine - They look so..abominable.

They delve deeper into the cavernous places until they come to a place where they see a massive plaza, far underground.

Fordan Warrior - ''This is bad. This is very, very bad.''

Enter the Biodrones
There they see countless biodrones slaving away at eldritch machinery, cracking open the planet. At this point, they realize what happened to the slaves.

Marine - Drakon preserve us all.... Hunter - Now comes the "kill everyone" part. Fordan Berserk - ''Monsters... they will suffer for this... Brothers! DESTROY THEM!''

The slaves continue to operate their machinery as the AGc fores enter the endless plaza.

Marine - Deployable barriers, now!

The biodrones merely continue about working, in face of the AGC troops. They shamble towards rthe AGC troops, only to go to their next stations. Several Fordanta turned berserk, charging ahead of the main line. This disrupted the Fordan advance, and their morale. The Divinarium soldiers used their jetpacks to fly into the air, shooting the biodrones from the safest distance. The biodrones went down, their anguished souls being granted rest, but yet they continued to operate their machinery. The sheer number of them was overwhelming and the stench of their corpses filled the air.

By this time, the AGC detachment was full inside the plaza, still surrounded by biodrones. Much time went on as they got to the business of killing each and every one of them. Eventually, having lost the concept of day and night, light and darkness, and life and death, they finally finished killing the final biodrone. At this point however, the gates sealed themselves, plunging them into the night.

Hunter - Ew.

They were alone, in the center of the factory, surrounded by piles of the dead, and in total darkness.

Marine - Alternate vision modes, now. Warrior - ''This is problematic. And by problematic, I mean scary.''

Fresh biodrones came out from a biomechanical machine, filled with the organic matter of the destroyed ones as well as from other sources, and instead of working, shambled towards the AGC forces, completely silent. The biodrones grabbed at the AGC troops and began tearing off their armor, trying to grab at the flesh.

Warrior - ''This is... wrong. This is so wrong.''

Marines and officers drew close combat weapons and attacked the drones while others shot approaching ones from a distance. Biodrones went down ,but they seemed to emerge from everywhere. Troopers who clung to walls were pulled inside them by groping hands, forever lost to the light. The Warriors were mostly trained to deflect blows to set up for close quarter shots. They could defeat the biodrones in hand-to-hand, but were slowly being overwhelmed. Even worse, their weapons began to deplete or overheat, some exploding violently as the casings failed. A sea of hands came from all directions at the invading troops and was joined by the screams of AGC troops being eviscerated by hand.

Marine - Remind we why this place has not been blasted to oblivion!? Warrior - Because the Blademaster suggested that it might contain valuable information!

Divinarium soldiers flew higher, trying to burn the invading drones from the ground.

Marine - All we have found is a trap-room. Soldier - ''Our comrades died horribley.. others are being eviscerated...'' Hel'Bre'K - ''And yet you are still alive, and I see a weapon in your hands. Soldier - That didn't save the others.''

A cluster of flares were thrown into the room as a group of Praetoria pushed their way in, with Hel'Bre'K leading them.

Hunter - Fordanta? Hel'Bre'K - ''Sometimes, a warrior must make the greatest sacrifice so that others do not have to. You have seen what the enemy is capable of. Do not let them live to do this to those you left at home.''

The room was illuminated as the biodrones were pushed back and their number began to thin. The Praetoria led a relief column from the rest of the Commonwealth forces, although they too had been attacked by the many Sons of Hedon within the bastion. The room lighted up once again as they then saw a giant golden door in front of them.

Beauty in the Belly of the Beast
Soldier - ''Huh. Interesting.'' Hel'Bre'K - ''A door of this size... a trap.''

The Gate opened, inviting the AGC forces. The Imperial soldiers were hesitant.

Hel'Bre'K - ''Behind that door is death, no doubt. The forces on the surface could use reinforcement, should you decide that this assault is a waste of time and life. Hunter - Why aren't we out of this hellhole yet? The complex is ours, we can bomb it now.''

The door stood rigid in its open form, waiting for the AGC to enter it.

Soldier - Orders blademaster? Hel'Bre'K - ''If what is behind this door is not worth the lives lost, there will be a reckoning for this. My Praetoria and I will lead the charge. Any who do not wish to follow us need not follow.''

Hel'Bre'K started walking through the door, followed by his Praetoria and a solid chunk of his Warriors. Inside of the door, they saw what seemed to be interior of a palace, carved in gold and previous gemstones. It seemed to be supported by massive columns of the same material, and surrounded by a river of lava. The ITN soldiers who looked inside were awestruck by the room's appearance.

Marine - It's...beautiful.

Statues seemed to be guarding it, in a form that was somewhat familiar to the Fordanta. At the center of the room, sat a throne, on which there was what looked like a note.

Warrior - ''Those statues... have I seen this style somewhere?''

Hel' walked up to the throne, and paused to read the note. What he saw was utterly intelligible, written in an unknown language. He looked at the note, pondering on the alien and complex design of it's characters.

Soldier - What is it, blademaster? Hel'Bre'K *into comms* - ''I cannot read it. Is this language familiar to anyone?'' Renus - Yes, it is familiar. Renus - However, I will need it brought to me physically for an analysis of it.

The AGC forces turned to exit the gate, but suddenly the gate closed behind them in a similar way. But soon the statues came to life. arms split into 4 on each side. It was the Blademasters of Hag'Mar'Ah, the Fordanta overseers.

ITN - ...blademaster! Hunter - ''Oh, good. They have their own Fordans now.''

Hel'Bre'K rolled his shoulders, hefting his bastard sword.

Warrior - Blademaster...

The Blademasters, armed with their blades started wading into the ranks of the enemy forces. The 7 meter tall monsters ripped asunder those foolish enough to get into close combat range. Silent as can be, the overseers ripped into the AGC invasion force, and were supplemented by the Sons and Prophets as well. Blade combined with sonic weapons and hellfire to create a devastating battlefield. ITN marines backed away from the enemy. The abominations of nature, each sick parodies of each of the species of the AGC force pounded the enemy. The Dei'Ar hunters regrouped and teleported on the higher platforms of the plaza, targeting the corrupted Fordanta Overseers. Hel'Bre'K turned to the nearest Blademaster, and roared a challenge. The roar was picked up by dozens of other Fordanta across the Legion. Many let shoulder cloaks fall loose, bearing the Ce'So'Va rune.The Dei'Ar were met by Sons of Hedon, who flew up to meet them in aerial combat.

Hel'Bre'K - ''It is said, that if a God were to meet a Ce'So'Va in battle, then that God shall beg for mercy. I intend to prove this saying to be true.''

The most senior of all the Fordanta Overseers, took up Hel's Challenge, silently moving towards Hel’ all 8 of his swords brandished. With that, Hel'Bre'K broke into a full charge, silent except for the sound of his footsteps. The Praetoria and Knights moved to intercept the other Blademasters, while Destroyers aimed heavier weaponry at them. The hunters simply turned off the sound on their helmets and shot the Sons from the platforms.

Hunter - ''This loudness offends Spode. Things should get quieter now.'' Marine - ''Suppressive fire. Scatter pattern.''

The Sons responded by modulating the frequencies of their weapons, so that they were not heard but still did damage. Blademasters began to charge at the Fordanta as well, building up impressive speed fro their bulk.

Hunter - ...Haal'thanai'denar.

Prophets blasted hellfire but were cut down by the blank Fordanta. Fordanta warriors however, had to adjust to an enemy that had 8 blades at once. The gusts of the wings of the Sons forced many a hunter to fall into the lava or onto their comrades. Losing balance, the Dei'Ar soldiers fell unto the ground, with many breaking their bones. Meanwhile, the battle between Hel' and the Blademaster leader continued to be the centerpiece of the battle. The sons however, were being cut down, weakened from previous battles. The Prophets were eventually eliminated, at dear cost to their attackers. Soon enough, it was only the Blademasters left.

Hel'Bre'K watched the other Blademasters fight, determining where their arms could not reach. He quickly settled into a plan, intending to evade the typical initial attacks of the Blademaster, rolling under its reach, then climbing around to its back to kill it. Seeing the damage was too severe, their commander ordered the hunters to be teleported away. The Blademasters were beginning to get overwhelmed, being the only overseers left. They fought in a way not made to secure victory but instead to inflict as many casualties as possible.

The Praetoria and Knights did what they could to slow down the Blademasters, giving their comrades a chance to bring them down. The blademasters continued to go down, at grevious cost to the AGC forces, killing Fordanta, Draconis and Radeon alike. ITN marines continued firing at critical points on the blademasters. But their numbers were thinning. With the other overseers dead, many marines took to the skies. The overseers decreased in number till only one fight remained, That between Hel' and the leader of the blademasters in the base. Knights and Warriors began to lead a push back to the surface, the Praetoria staying behind to ensure Hel' returned safely.

The leader of the Blademasters and Hel' engaged in a deadly duel, the genetically engineered monster versus the Blademaster himself. Hel' was able to counteract the attacks of the Blademaster, who had not spoken a single word. Using his smaller size and maneuverability, he was able to attack points otherwise impossible to attack. After countless slashes he was able to fully dismember the Blademaster.

Hel'Bre'K - I will know your name before you die, abomination. Blademaster - I have no name, I am merely a blademaster. Blademaster - A name is pointless, I am here merely to serve my masters. Blademaster - I only serve those who sit upon the throne. Hel'Bre'K - ''Then you are meaningless. You are nothing. And history will remember you, and your masters, as nothing. And you are no Blademaster.'' Blademaster - You have not yet met my masters, you know nothing. Hel'Bre'K - Your masters have not met me.

With that, Hel' walked away. The 'Blademaster' would succumb to its wounds, but Hel' did not count it worthy of dying by his hand.

A Meeting of the Powers That Be
On one of the spires of Demogorgon Prime, the entire Dominatus High Command convened in order to asses what to do with the new situation. Holographs or the real forms of the entire Drachonian, Grand Admiralty, and Installation Directorate were seated together for a meeting called for by Supreme Admiral Gravius Gnissenkrassau.

Medusa - What is the purpose of this meeting, Grand Admiral Gravius - My Tyrant, the purpose of the meeting is to come to terms with the recent events that have transpired and figure out what to do with it. Angrus - ''It appears that from an attack on one of our Andromedan outposts, that the AGC wants war with us. It is likely the preparatory attack for a massive campaign.'' Gausivitis - My calculations suggest that if we are to war with the Andromedan Galactic Commonwealth, in the event of this coming down to a contest of industry, they will prevail, especially because of the massive loss of our infrastructure. Gravius - There is also the matter of the FPC, lead by the mongrel Ikeben, who managed to defeat a Mark 2 fleet made of a few ten thousand of them. Medusa - But we have a billion ships! Gravius - ''You seem to disregard the existence of the AGC and the fact that this is the first loss of a Mark 2 fleet, it is a vast blow to our prestige. Not to mention that spending in research and the loss of around 40% of our industry during the revolts means that only a fraction of the Mark 2 fleet can remain resupplied.'' Medusa - Hmph Gaussivits - Superweapon development at our installations may entail a quick victory over the AGC. Angrus - ''Superweapons are useless when the objective is to capture, not to destroy, something that we need to do for the AGC. A large use of subspace compression waves will not only deny us AGC industry but also starve our industry even more.'' Gaussivitis - Valid Point. Medusa - What is the warplan then, seeing that we need a quick victory. Gravius - It would make sense to launch a well supplied and well guarded fleet of a relatively large amount of Mark 2s to crush the slaves and take our industry back, then turn our forces in an attack against the places where infrastructure is harbored in the AGC. Angrus - A wise plan indeed, then once we get that infrastructure we can crush the AGC as a whole. Gaussivitis - A logical argument. Medisa - No, we need the AGC out of the war now, and our first priority should be to capture Alcanti to force a surrender. Gravius - My liege, with all due respect wouldn't it be better to defer your plan to somebody with actual military experience? Medusa - ''Silence! I am the Tyrant!'' Gravius - As you wish.

At that, the meeting was adjourned.

=A Game of Shogun=

Ameius Battles the Tyranny
On a distant outpost of the Tyranny, the Domiantus were in the process of constructing their infrastructure, and had left it unguarded with space forces. The skies burst open with the entry of Aeoneonatrix ships, which entered directly into the atmosphere. They were surprised that they had absolutely no resistance, and had almost absolute orbital superiority, although the world had already broadcasted for help.

In particular, the vengeance comes in, bearing Ameius, ready to fight directly against the tyranny, against his own race, for the first time.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Callanni asks.

"Yes," Ameius says, "I'm ready."

Awesh lands the ship and Ameius, along with several other units, is deployed. Lingur himself stays on board, however, not yet ready to face a Dominatus again. The Dominatus force on the world merely consisted of a few overseers and their units. They were in the process of creating biodrones of the world's civilians via combat harvesters. Ameius rushed up to the force, expecting a fight. However, instead of firing at Ameius, the forces in his area were made to cease fire on Ameius; however, they still continued blasting the other Aeoneonatrix forces.

Ameius doesn't notice this at first, but then realizes he's not being shot at. However, he realizes that Aeoneonatrix forces behind him are being utterly demolished.

Ameius, curious as to whether something is happening that he can use to his advantage, speaks to one of the overseers.

"Erm... Why aren't you firing at me?"

Overseer - My liege, you are a Dominatus.

Ameius - Wait, you're programmed not to fight me even if I'm fighting you? Are you also programmed to obey me?

Overseer - To obey the highest ranking Dominatus in the area? Yes.

Ameius - Alright then. I order you to stop firing.

Overseer - Cease Fire!

All the Dominatus units cease fire immediately.

Ameius - Also cease the biodroning process.

Overseer - Cease the operation of the combat harvesters.

The Combat Harvester operation ceases.

Ameius - Hmmm... Now lie down, and roll over.

The overseer does so.

Ameius - Alright then, go on over to the Aeoneonatrix and surrender yourselves as prisoners. Do anything they tell you to do and answer any question they ask truthfully. Take the orders of the Aeoneonatrix with the same weight you would give orders from me, unless and until I say otherwise.

Overseer - Very well.

The procession of overseers continues to march towards the ship.

Ameius - *turns to civilians,* I suggest you get going too.

The civilians start scurrying to the Aeoneonatrix ships. Right as they are about to enter the ships however, the sky rips open. Dominatus Mark 2 ships enter led by Warmaster Mortrig Malevon. Ameius notices the fleet.

Mortrig - Reverse the decision of my son.

The Mark 2s begin ravaging all the Aeoneonatrix ships with their massively superior firepower while Overseers start attacking Aeoneonatrix and Harvesters go after the civilians.

Ameius - Dad?

Mortrig - Doing this to the Mardor is fine, but against your own race ... that is utterly inacceptable.

Ameius turns to the Civilians "Run as fast as you can for the shepherds, those are the big round ones!"

The Mark 2s continued firing at the Aeoneonatrix, decimating them, while Mortrig beams down to the ground.

Ameius - You're all the same to me, agents attempting to destroy lives for their personal gain.

Mortrig - That is because only the gain of the Dominatus matters.

The ships continue destroying the Aeoneonatrix fleet, as the overseers fire on their ground forces. Ameius begins running from Mortrig.

Meanwhile, The Vengeance has gone into orbit, and the fleet is busy beaming the civilians into shepherds.

Lingur - Shepherds, retreat as soon as you reach full capacity!

Mortrig advances towards Ameius in full battle regalia, easily catching up as his ships continue firing at the worn down Aeoneoantrix fleet

Mortrig - Your last ships are in my sights, including the Vengeance, it is time your foolish race dies. At that Mortrig activates interdictors, making travel impossible.

Ameius discovers that a pile of grenades is right next to him, and knows he can commit suicide with them.

Ameius, summoning every ounce of his will, his strength, and his love for Lingur, Callanni, The Aeoneonatrix, and all sapient beings, wills a biomass tendril over to the grenades, and successfully gets in position to detonate them.

Ameius - Let them go.

Mortrig - Or what, those grenades won't kill me.

Ameius - I know, but they will kill me. If you want me to stay alive, let the Aeoneonatrix fleet and all of the remaining civilians go. That includes all of the Aeoneonatrix soldiers too.

Ameius has a look of determination on his face.

Mortrig was stuck in a dilemma, only 10 shepherds and the vengeance remained, but the Aeoneonatrix troops and civilians on the ground had to be biodroned as well.

Mortrig gave the signal for the interdictors to let go.

Ameius activates a communicator, "Lingur, GO!"

Lingur - Without you?

"I'd have to move away from the grenades," Ameius says, "If I do, He'll instantly resume attacking. Don't worry, he won't kill me, if he would, this wouldn't work at all."

Lingur hesitates, and then gives the order to retreat. The Aeoneonatrix ships leave.

Mortrig is possessed by complete and utter rage at this. Before Ameius can react; he uses his biomass to push Ameius away from the grenades into a nearby cliff face.

Ameius coughs and gets up. As he gets up, Mortrig begins pummeling him and utterly smashes him up, rendering him unconscious as he does not know how to regenerate fast.

Mortrig - Eternal Guardsmen, take him to my ship.

At that, in a group, the Eternal Guardsmen carry Ameius and drag him onto the ship

The Rescued Species
Lingur led his feeble remaining force of the Vengeance and 10 shepherds to Ku-Rokti. In all, he had saved 100,000 of the native species on the planet the tyranny had attacked. As the ships landed, the significant population was unloaded.

One of the Aeoneonatrix on the surface spoke to him as he left the Vengeance.

Aeon - Hello Lingur, what is this? Lingur - A new species, we just barely stopped the tyranny from conquering them, and at great cost. Aeon - Where is Ameius? Lingur - As I said, at great cost. Aeon - ''Sad news for any day. What is this species called?'' Lingur - Well I never made time to ask, the one that they have agreed to have as their representative should be getting off the first shepherd, he will be expecting you to welcome him. Aeon - Very well.

Indeed, the Alien walked out of the shepherd just as the Aeoneonatrix arrived to greet him.

Aeon - Hello Alien. Alien - ''Umm.... Hello there.'' Aeon - Tell me exactly, what was the situation like prior to Lingur saving you? Alien - Well, these huge creatures were commanding even huger robots and slave drones to make us into more slave drones. Aeon - ''Sounds like the Tyranny. Oh well, do you have any preferences for food or accommodations.'' Alien - ''Do forgive me, this is all very sudden. We knew there might be something like you, but I didn't expect... any of this. Aliens man, frikin aliens.'' Aeon - Generally, having your first contact be with the Tyranny gives you a bad impression of the universe. Alien - Well we're just thankful you saved us... Aeon - ''*Turns to Lingur* Lingur, the reports say that there was a force preventing you from leaving the area until Ameius communicated with you. Care to explain?'' Lingur - Mortrig did something, other than that I'm not sure. Aeon - I hope he’s okay. Aeon - *Turns to Alien* Does your species have a name? Alien - We call ourselves the Condalla. Aeon - Alright, is there anything other than protection you need in particular? Condalla - ''Well we rather like the water, are there any lakes around here? We prefer to live near those. Also, in case our mouths didn't give it away, we're filter feeders, so that lake need have some small plant particles in it.'' Aeon - Alright, I think our worlds can provide. Condalla - ''Thank you... This is all so much... you've been so kind. My name is Appelall.'' Aeon - Welcome Appelall. Appelall - ''It's so weird, even before the tyranny, we expected aliens to be more hostile. We didn't think benevolent empires would survive. Not in great numbers at least.'' Aeon - I see, well this region, the Delcath Subsector is ruled by those who believe in benevolence. Appelall - Thank you... Aeon - However, it's not a very friendly universe, beyond the borders of Delcath lie those who seek to destroy life as we know it. Appelall - ''I see... Well that sucks. Anyways, I'd like to do a tally of my race, see if we can account for who all survived.'' Aeon - Only 100,000 survived, Appelall. Appelall - ''I heard... This is so... I don't know. I was on my way home from buying the mobile phone, a new contraption for us; though I imagine you've had it for a while, and I see the ships come in and...'' Aeon - Such has been the fate of the worlds that have fallen to them. Appelall - ''I would guess... Can I not think about them right now actually...?'' Aeon - What should we talk about then? Appelall - ''Well... we're becoming citizens of your empire right?'' Aeon - Yes. Appelall - ''Thank... you for that. Anyways, what will that entail?'' Aeon - ''Well, you'll be bound by our laws of course, though if this is ever a problem, talk to us. Your species will get four representatives on the council of species. You'll have all of the rights any other species here has. You can serve in the military, vote, run for offices, and much else.'' Appelall - Well, okay then, Can you show is to the lake now? Aeon - Sure.

Ameius Wakes Up
Ameius wakes up in the darkness, but is soon is able to see given his Dominatus senses.

Ameius - Where am I?

A voice comes from the darkness, and it is that of one of the overseers.

Overseer - In Tagervris, the estate of Warmaster Mortrig Malevon. Ameius - Alright then, may I get going? Overseer - My master has commanded me otherwise. Ameius - So I'm a prisoner then? Overseer - Yes.

Ameius lays back and takes this in for a moment.

Ameius - Well, can we talk? Overseer - Yes, my liege. Ameius - Heh, so you still address me like your master even though I'm a prisoner? Overseer - Yes, my liege. Ameius - Heh, will you still lay down and roll over for me? Overseer - ''No, my liege. I am restricted to taking and responding to queries, my liege.'' Ameius - Alright then, tell me, do the Mark 2 ships have any weaknesses you know of? Overseer - Overseers do not know of ship design. Ameius - Do you know anything that might help the Aeoneonatrix or anyone else fight them? Overseer - ''I suggest giving up. One cannot fight my masters.'' Ameius - And yet Lingur was able to steal me. Overseer - Only for a short time, you shall soon be with the Tyranny. Ameius - So my father plans on educating me? Overseer - To my knowledge, yes, my liege. Ameius - Well that's just fantastic. Overseer - Isn't it, my liege? Ameius - I was being sarcastic. Overseer - How can one be sarcastic about such a task? Ameius - Well I used my mouth, but others might choose their own method. Overseer - I meant that it is utterly incomprehensible for one to dislike the fact of being one with the Tyranny, my liege. Ameius - Well I find the idea of causing the mass suffering of sapient beings appalling. Overseer - Their suffering does not matter, in fact it is the suffering of a being that provides the power of a biodrone. Ameius - Seriously? Overseer - Seriously, my liege. Ameius - Why do you serve the Dominatus? Overseer - Because it is my purpose. Ameius - Have you ever considered that you might have a crappy purpose? Overseer - No it is not, i have the greatest purpose in the world. Ameius - What makes you say that? Overseer - Isn't it a self-evident truth? Ameius - If it were, would people be so resistant to being enslaved? Overseer - ''It is because of that the Dominauts are willing to go through the pain of making them see the light. Isn't that a supreme benevolence?'' Ameius - I suppose it would be, if it were true. Overseer - How can you oppose the fact that it is true? Ameius - I see no reason to believe it, and it seems awfully convenient for the Dominatus that they and they alone just happen to be justified in enslaving all of these people. Overseer - Oh, how your eyes must be opened. Ameius - And I assume you will be helping me with that? Overseer - Yes, I will assist my master to my utmost. Ameius - Well I suppose I appreciate your devotion at least. Overseer - Thank you very much, my liege. Ameius - ''Say, I recognize that hissy, shrill voice that makes you want to punch whoever has it in the face. What type of overseer are you?'' Overseer - Harbinger of Agony. Ameius - Which race would that be? Overseer - Mardor. Ameius - ''I see... What is your name?'' Overseer - I am F-1F390D2A-Punisher Ameius - ''Alright then, Punisher it is. We can call each other by name if you want, perhaps you can call me "Master Wildlight?"'' Punisher - It is entirely your choice, though that is a wierd nickname, Nagatros Malevon. Ameius - ''Oh, right, that. Master Malevon will do then.'' Punisher - Very well Master Malevon. Ameius - So when will my father be coming in? Punisher - I do not know, Master Malevon. Ameius - Also, when and what will I be eating today? Punisher - I do not know when, your father surely has something planned. Ameius - ''Can you send someone out to ask? Does my father even know I've awoken?'' Punisher - He will come in due time.

Ameius' Education Begins
Ameius heard the door open as 10 Steel Reaper overseers stood in an entourage.

Steel Reaper - Your father wants to meet with you.

Ameius - Aren't you so poisonous no life can be in the same room with you?

Steel Reaper - I am only 1% organic.

Ameius - Alright then. I'm ready to see my father.

The Steel Reapers bring Ameius to the central hall of the palace, where Mortrig waits for them.

Ameius - Hello, father.

Mortrig - Hello, son.

Ameius - Why am I being held?

Mortrig - You are not a prisoner, you are a student.

Ameius - So you plan to home-school me?

Mortrig - Until I can put you into Stanbridge, yes.

Ameius - Well I'd be more than happy to receive combat training.

Mortrig - That comes in tandem with your philosophy and ethics classes.

Ameius - Right... those.

Mortrig - As well as your biomass, regeneration, and pain tolerance training. A Class is happening as of now; here is a holograph of it.

The holograph plays.

Lecture - Hello class, this is the first lecture for ethics for the Dominatus. You are expected and required to treat all other Dominatus who perform their jobs adequately with utmost respect. However, Dominatus who exhibit non Dominatus qualities are to be shunned and ostracized until they can improve their performance. This carries from this academy all the way to after your graduation. Everyone else is merely a tool for you, and can be treated accordingly.

Ameius - Out of curiosity, have the Dominatus as of yet invented a device that can twirl my mustache for me so I can go on working without having to do it myself?

Mortrig - We do not have body hair.

Ameius - It's an expression, it means you are being obviously over-the-top evil.

Mortrig - Good and Evil are merely a matter of perspective.

Ameius - But also it is objectively the place of lesser beings to be dominated by the master race.

Mortrig - The only objective thing is this, might makes right so long as the mighty can enforce it. Ubkretzhven tyzvrenz daldiztrzcht,akristz chretzitk astz drigen Ubkretzhvenitcht hirtzkwaz Paznarkricktz ritz.

Ameius - Turn your translator back on.

Mortrig - Might makes right, so long as the might can enforce it.

Ameius - Perhaps you could teach me high Demogorgon?

Mortrig - Hmph, it would allow you to understand the lectures.

Ameius - How did the split between high and low demogorgon coma about anyway?

Mortrig - With the creation of the overseers, the Dominatus shifted into High Demogorgon while the overseers were able to learn Low Demogorgon.

Ameius - Alright then. By the way, may I make a request?

Mortrig - What?

Ameius - If you do conquer the Aeoneonatrix, please keep a relatively large breeding population of them alive, so that I may have one every day as a treat.

Mortrig - The problems that would come from that will no longer arise, after we are done here.

Ameius - What do you mean?

Mortrig - You and I both know the implications of eating an Aeoneonatrix, something I've learned when I have eaten some of them.

Ameius - Oh really, why what would those be?

Mortrig - That you keep their memories.

Ameius - Well of course, but why is that a problem?

Ameius made the most innocent face he could manage without looking like he was trying to look innocent.

Mortrig - IN your current state...

He sees Ameius face and then stops.

Mortrig - Never mind.

Ameius - So, I'll tell you what, I'll watch the rest of this lecture here, whilst you prepare for my combat training?

Mortrig - Very well, I’ll have the overseers watch you while you watch this. I have other things to do.

Mortrig - F-1F390D2A-Punisher, come with me to set training up in the plaza.

Punisher - Very well.

Mortrig - Go to the main plaza when you are done.

Ameius - Alright.

The overseer entered the training ground with Mortrig.

Mortrig - Observations?

Overseer - It is excellent how eager he is to become one with the tyranny. It seems his eyes are opening very quickly.

Mortrig - Hmph, I hope that he becomes sincere in his want to join us. If not, I will have provided those mongrels with a trained Dominatus.

Punisher - I do not think there is much to worry about, my liege. He seems eager to join the tyranny.

Mortrig - His demand to eat Aeoneonatrix means that his education will never be complete so long as he considers their mongrel customs memory.

Punisher - Oh... Are you saying you think that was his intention? To constantly remind himself of their values to stave off education?

Mortrig - Exactly. Of course, by the time he is done being educated, he will learn to disregard their memories.

Punisher - Of course, my liege. He will be one with you soon enough. I am just delighted to see this all is ending so well.

Mortrig - Agreed.

With that, the lecture was finished, and Ameius came in.

Ameius - I am ready to begin.

Mortrig - Very well. Hmm, before we do anything exotic, first come here. These are prisoners of war from the previous exchange, simply practice a punch.

Ameius pauses...

Ameius - Did you consider dummies? They are usually more renewable and easier to acquire, there's also less you could be doing with them instead.

Mortrig - Just do it, lest I reconsider my niceness.

Ameius hesitated further, but got in position.

Ameius - Err, hi there, I'm sorry. I kind of have to kill you.

One of the prisoners started running away.

Prisoner - Lord Wildlight? You are an Aeoneonatrix!

Ameius punched all of the targets with non-lethal force.

Mortrig - They are all still alive, kill them.

Ameius - Oh come now, what would be the point of that? Just so we couldn't use them for anything else?

Mortrig - Obey your father. This is to promote strength of character. Of course we can turn them into biodrones.

Ameius immediately crushed all of them to death.

Ameius - By the way, speaking of the biodrones, did you ever consider something other than suffering to power them? Batteries perhaps?

Mortrig - Suffering is an intrinsic emotion, and provides a great motive power source, batteries need to be recharged. Suffering does not. Now, We will repeat this exercise until I believe you have done it well enough.

Ameius - By the way, what is the nature of this suffering?

Mortrig - It uses the biochemical energies created by the suffering of a consciousness in order to create power.

Ameius - Does being a biodrone hurt physically, or is it the metal anguish they feel over being enslaved to people they hate?

Mortrig - At the highest level, all pain is the same.

Ameius smashes the next group of prisoners that come in.

Ameius - Yes, but I'd like to know the cause of the pain.

Mortrig - It adapts to whatever causes one the most anguish. Your mother developed the concept.

Ameius - Oh... I assumed a scientist had done it.

Mortrig - All Dominatus function as scientists and warriors.

Ameius - I see. Why suffering, why not happiness instead?

Mortrig - It is much easier to cause a negative emotion than a positive one.

Ameius - I'll tell you what, a way to power them with happiness with greater efficiency will be my own project if that's okay. Can I trust it would be implemented?

Mortrig - If you can do find a way to have it produce equal power, I would be indifferent to it.

Ameius smashes another group of prisoners.

Ameius - Always keep in mind game theory, father. Gratuitous malevolence is usually unwise.

Mortrig - Good and evil are merely concepts, if one way of doing something provides a larger amount of resources than another, it should be preferred. Good and evil are irrelevant.

Ameius smashes another group.

Ameius - Yes, but do keep in mind the reason that most species have a sense of morality. It is the same reason that the entire giga-quadrant is currently trying to kill you and not us. The same things that caused the Dominatus to conform to what is usually considered evil are the reasons everyone hates you and wants to kill you.

Ameius - Kill us and not them I mean. Them being the Aeoneonatrix.

Ameius resumes his innocent look and continues smashing.

Mortrig - It matters not what they think they shall all be under our heel in due time.

Ameius - It matters what they do and what they think influences that.

Mortrig - Your point is invalid because they do not act because of morality, but out of self-interest.

Ameius smashes another group of prisoners.

Mortrig - It is pragmatism, not idealism that decides people’s actions.

Ameius - It does not matter. The functional result is the same. If we act in a way that is considered "evil," we will be hated, and I of all people can confirm, we are hated.

Mortrig - They may hate us so long as they fear us. That is something I can confirm.

Ameius – Perhaps. Then again, if being a biodrone were an orgy of bliss and happiness, maybe they'd not be so hesitant.

Ameius smashed another group of prisoners.

Mortrig - A biodrone is not hesitant, it has no will.

Ameius - I meant people would be less hesitant to become biodrones. If I were some sapient and I could have my true purpose AND happiness, I would have little reason to resist.

Mortrig - It does not matter if we have combat harvesters, which we do.

Ameius - Dad, we are not in front of people we need to impress, we do not need to pretend the tyranny is invincible right now.

Mortrig - It may take months or years, but the Tyranny will conquer. Besides, we could just lie about happiness occurring as opposed to pain.

Ameius - True.

Ameius smashes a few more prisoners.

Mortrig - Continue this until I return.

Ameius - Okay.

Ameius waits for his father to leave the room. Mortrig had left Ameius in an unmonitored room so as to give him privacy. Ameius looks around with his Dominatus senses and confirms that no one and nothing is watching. With that, Ameius falls to his knees and begins crying over the innocent blood he has shed.

"Those people," he tormentingly thinks to himself, "they all had lives, and hopes and dreams. They all had others they loved, and others who loved them. They all had aspirations, they all had strengths, and they all had flaws." Though he had only known them for a second, he knew everyone had these things.

The next group of prisoners was sent into the room. Ameius paused.

"No," Ameius thought, "I have to keep up this charade. My only chance of survival is to convince them that I have become like them. Then again, by the end of their education, I probably will have."

Ameius smashed the prisoners, and began weeping more heavily. "And even if I do get out," he thought, "for them, the story is over."

Mortrig - It is time you learn how to regenerate.

Mortrig enters the room. Ameius was smashing the prisoners like nothing was happening, but on the inside, he was being tormented horrifically by his conscience.

Mortrig - You will do this for 3 hours every day, your quota is ...

Mortrig noticed the tears on the floor. Mortrig takes this into account and knows this is natural given Ameius time with the Aeoneonatrix.

Mortrig - You will kill 600 every hour for three hours, every day.

Ameius struggles, but keeps it all inside. Mortrig notices that Ameius is struggling but tolerates this, as he believes Ameius needs time to adjust.

Ameius - So what all will I be doing besides that? I specifically have combat in mind.

Mortrig - Mathematics, Physics, High Demogorgon, Ethics, Biomass, Pain Tolerance, everything. You will also be expected to kill the people needed in a way that i teach you as to teach you skill.

"Of course..." Ameius says. He quickly catches himself slipping and puts on his game face. "I do need to learn to kill lesser beings don't I..."

Mortrig - There are two reasons for this, you know the first, you will know the second soon enough.

Ameius - Please just spoil it for me.

Mortrig - You shall learn in due time.

=Subplots=

Blood and Iron
When shepherds of technological lore, scientists, soldiers of science’s use, face the monster, which they greatly abhor, baleful technologies will be set loose. When both sides come to war and each battle, the most primal force’s fully harnessed, systems, planets, will be tossed like cattle, by weapons of war, arcane science blessed. When their eldritch technology arrives, It will be the end of one of their lives. - An Anonymous Poet

Blood and Iron

The struggle between the Dominatus Tyranny and the Iron Systems Federation, Blood and Iron centres on the Federation's ruthless campaign to eradicate the Tyranny, whom in their eyes have abused technology in the extreme, and beyond their potential to manage. They care not for slaves, or victims of the Tyranny's cruelty. They do not see the Tyranny as a threat. They see it as a cancer to be cut from the universe, and they will do so with every iota of arcane technology it takes to achieve their goal: The utter eradication of the Tyranny, to the last living being.

The Tyranny knows of the ISF and its potential for destructive power and it's protective, shepherd like nature on the destructive uses of technology. Although as of now, Tyranny ships are probably much more advanced, than the ships currently being used by the Iron Systems Federation, little do they know of the Iron System Federations's reservoir of knowledge and engineering that at the extents of their forbidden lore, put them at a level to that of Tyranny Ships. The Iron System's Federation is probably the only faction in this war with sufficient technology to challenge Tyranny fleets one on one, and only time will tell which of these Technowizards eldritch creations and weapons will prevail, whether it be the arcane lore of the Iron System's Federations, or the equally advanced prototype technology for the Tyranny. When these two titans make war with each other, only time will tell which one of these technowizards unfathomable technology will be superior, and who will be ground to dust first, in this ruthless conflict of blood and iron.

Users involved: GreatDestroyer12, Spriggs077/AdmiralPanda

Master of Puppets
There is a man not many know, a god, one wave of his hand, an empires doom. His power stems from words, empires trod, mortals are strings on his celestial loom. He does not destroy, but he dominates, entire wars are made to feed his designs. His plans are there for galaxies to sate, when it is doom for us, he is just fine. No matter how loud the battle's din. Live, Die, Antediluvian always wins. - Anonymous Poet

Master of Puppets

Users involved: GreatDestroyer12, Um2k9/Cyrannian

Alpha and Omega
Alpha and Omega

Father and Son
Father and Son

Conversations between Ameius and Mortrig.

Users involved: GreatDestroyer12, Aeoneonatrix

Pawns No Longer
"In the time of total war, amidst of the turmoil a new hope shines at the horizon and the sun sets for tyrants."

- Unknown

Pawns No Longer

The Thérenian Dominion's and its allies' campaign against Tyranny. Starting from the general distrust among Tyranny and its allies towards the Dominion, it launches numerous attacks on Tyranny in Cyrannus, Milky Way and Mirus. This also marks the rise to power for a previously unknown empire that seems to be on the Dominion's side in their war against Tyranny.

Users involved: Jepardi, GreatDestroyer12, Aquilo, Ecoraptor3339

=Alternate Histories=

The Fall of the Draconis
For two hundred thousand years, the spires of Alcanti stood testament to the might of the Draconis.Now, their stumps showed the death of the proud and noble empire.or two hundred thousand years, the might of the Imperial Talon Navy stood testament to the power of the Draconis. Now, their burnt hulls stand as an obituary to them.For two hundred thousand years, the opulence of the Imperial Palace stood testament to the Draconis stature. Now, it merely served as their final tombstone. The gates of the palace were ripped asunder, the walls torn apart by massive orbital bobmardment and by the power of Tyranny warmachines. The shields that covered the edifice were all but torn apart, the once proud ramparts reduced to rubble.

100 Dominatus Honor Guards, 10 Sovereign Executors and the Archon himself, supported by more Dominatus and by swarms of overseers pressed forwards.Rubble from the once proud city showed how mortal the eternal city was.Patriotic Draconis everywhere stood up in arms against the might of the Tyranny, their valor and their berserk rage standing staunch against the raw power of the Dominatus. However, even bravery and patriotism can only do so much in the face of sure defeat, and inch by inch, the death toll of Draconis built up. This is not to say that it stalled the Tyranny's advance in places, but soon enough, the valor of flesh gave way to the might of steel.

Marines, equipped with their particle weaponry took up defensive positions wherever they could, firing at the array of super soldiers arrayed against them. However, these shouts of defiance were met with the resounding crash of orbital bombardment and the fire of heavy war machines. Soon enough, the Dominatus, were at the gates of the Imperial Sanctum itself. Angrus Mortarius stood at the door, and sheathed his sword and took out his massive warhammer. He struck at the door multiple times, the durability of it enduring against even his mighty blows, but the cracks and dents began to show.

From inside, the last of the Draconis stood ready to make their last stand as the door grew even more fragile. Eventually, it flew open from the massive impact as Angrus, flanked only by the 10 sovereign executors entered. The palace's Dragon guard had regrouped to defend the palace. There still remained a large contingent who would give their lives for their paragon. The elite group of Dominatus, the very best of the Tyranny, the least of them an honor guard entered in a wedge, the least among them an honor guard.The overseers remained at the door as the group of Angrus pressed forwards.

Vicious fighting took place as the Dragon Guard were collectively possessed by a berserk rage.

Dragon Sergeant - Stand firm, for the paragon! Angrus - You will know oblivion fool!

The deployment of the Dominatus, something never seen in the history of their combat was the most powerful per person to date.

Sergeant - At least we die a warrior's death!

However, the Dragon Guard were possesed by a rage, an indignity, a feeling of loss of what they had worked so hard to accomplish. Valiantly, against all odds, outnumbered and outmatched, the Dragon Guard in a rage threw themselves against the They managed to strike down several honor guards, ripping apart biomass with pure rage and preventing regeneration. Eventually however, the last of the Dragon Guard, though stalling the advance relented to fate, and passed on. Fighting though the palace, the Archon had arrived at the alrge and ornately-carved doors of the throne room. A sea of blood and gore revealed the path he took.

On the other side, Uriel stood in the heart of a defensive formation of more Blood Dragons, joined by Davius. Angrus had two Sovereign Executors with thier massive hammers bash at the door while he took out his sword. He grinned at the thought of the carnage he would soon wreck. He waited in anticipation for the doors to part. The guards closer to Uriel readied their fusion rifles, some of them nervous; their imperium was shattered and now, they were the last remnants.

The only thing they could all do now, was weather the Archon's assault. The din of the hammers grew louder and louder as the door grew more and more dented. The savage might of the two Soveriengn Executors ripped apart the marvelous tapestries and architecture of the door. The wood-paneled metal doors were tough but even they began to buckle under the force. About to give way. Eventually, two simoultaenous hammer strikes broke it apart as Archon and his entourage entered.

Davius gave a nod and the assaulters were met with a barrage of plasma fire. The weathering fire bored through the shields and armor of the assaulting Sovereign Executors who made no attempt to dodge. The accurate fire, all focused on all Dominatus at once, were made in barrages that did so much damage that regeeneration was prevented.

Davius - Keep firing.

Eventually a sovereign executor fell, as did more honor guards, but the gap was closing. The dragons on the edge of the formation readied their melee weapons. The Dominatus made no attempt to teleport or use their long range weapons, merely advancing as an unstoppable tide. The Dominatus took out their massive swords, and engaged into a bloody melee with the Draconis. However, melee was not the word for this, it was a savage intertwining of blood and iron.

There was no cohesion in this monstrous slugfest as possesed by the desperation of madmen, the Blood Dragons gained abilities they had not thought possible. Uriel prepared his greatsword and took a deep breath. he was wearing his armour that had been polished for this day. Honor Guards and Blood Dragons fell, the berserk rage of the Blood Dragons multiplied by the severity of the situation and enough to take down even some Honor Guards.

Davius was personally taken on by Angrus, and in his last moments was seized in Angrus hand. Davius grunted as he struggled. There, he degenerated into a monstrous primeval state, and thrashed about, which Angrus had some trouble dealing with. However, for everyone in the palace to see, the Hand crushed Davius, the sickening crush of bone, audible to everyone.The pressure at it was done sprayed blood all across the room as resistance melted.The path was now clear to Uriel. Lifting his greatsword, he inhaled deeply for oen final stand. Angrus ordered the sovereign executors to stand apart, it was his battle. He took out the ceremonial Blade of the Archon, his profession's tool.

Angrus - And so it ends. Uriel *opening his wings" - If I am to die, I will do so in a way you shall remember.

The Archon however did not want to end this quickly, he wanted to crush each bit of Uriel's hope and honor, and to prostrate him before Medusa before killing him. Angrus took the blade out and parried Uriel, his aim to exhaust Uriel and disable him. His moves were made to sever nerves and to break bones, to literally break the former "King of Kings". Uriel parried and struck. he proved a difficult opponent to tire due to the enhancing effects of his throne and the conservative technique of Kali'Krusi.

Time passed on as Uriel saw 200,000 years of history before him, and it semed that eternities passed during their duel. However, where Uriel's technique failed was that it was designed to strike at the weak points of your enemy, how do you disable an enemy who's body has no dsicernable organs or nervous tissue?

Time progressed as Uriel grew more and more tired as ennui gripped him, however a mighty resolve possessed the man, and even Angrus started to gain a sense of admiration for his enemy. Time went on, and Uriel tired. Evnetually, even possessed by his impossible will, his sword was swatted out of his hand. Uriel staggered as he lost his own weapon. He glared through his helmet at his enemy. In a mighty display of force, in one stroke, the Dominauts severed each and everonye of Uriel's limbs, including his wings, while giving him a savage headbutt that cracked open the helmet.

Uriel lay on the floor, panting and coughing.

Uriel - ''Go on, kill me. Its why you are here isn't it?''

At that, Medusa Heimdall, the Administrator of the Andromedan Territories entered the room. Uriel saw her come in and his eyes widened.

'Medusa - Grovel to me for mercy, slave.

Dragged roughly was a mutilated Alessa, no longer recognizable.

Uriel*growling* - ''You are talking to the wrong... person...'' Alessa - F-f...father...? Uriel looked up, he could barely recognise Alessa but he knew it was her.

Uriel - ''What... what did you do to my daughter!'' Medusa - What I did to your empire, re-appropriated it to the Tyranny! Uriel - ''You... you all... shall rot in the void... for this.'' Alessa - Father, please! Uriel - ''I... will not... bow...to you...''

Immediately, a Dominatus attached her to a rather small torture implement. Alessa's face screwed up in fear. she stuggled out of being held. It was a device that attacked pain at it's most individual and base level, adaptable to any person.

Alessa - ''No, no please no.. you can't!'' Medusa - It is the decision of your father.

Uriel lowered his head.

Uriel - ''If i submit... what becoems of Alessa?'' Medusa - Something better than her fate assuming you do not submit. Medusa - If you keep on with such arrogance she will know what the essence of pain is.

Alessa's jaw trembled in fear. She shook her head, terrified. A Dominatus reached out to the dial controlling the device. Uriel looked up at her, a sad look in his eyes..

Uriel - Wait!

The Dominatus stopped.

Uriel - *mutters* forgive me... *normal tone* I do not care what happens to me. I..... *lowers his head to rest on the floor* I submit... Alessa - Father... Medusa - ''You dictate her fate ... you can kill her now or she will forever suffer by this device.''

Uriel's jaw dropped

Uriel - I...I...I can't do it!

he Dominatus finger etched ever closer to the device. The dial was turned up to the minimum setting as Alessa started screaming

Uriel *sobbing* - Why do you torment me like this! Medusa - ''For everything you did to spite my plans. Now you must pay for your sins.''

The dial was turned up even more, as a red button was presented to Uriel.

Uriel - ''Please... no more.''

The dial was turned up even more, the setting going to 3 out of 100. Alessa started spasming and bawling even more.

Uriel - ''I can't... kill... my own.. daughter!''

The setting was speedily turned up to 10 as Alessa started controting into unnatural shapes. Medusa - ''Then you damn her to an eternity of pain. This has life support.'' Uriel - '' Fine! May Drakon forgive me for this.... I will ender her torment! You all deserve to rot in the ddpest bowels of the void!''

Uriel inched over to the button and, with his lower jaw, he slammed it. Sobbing as he did so. Alessa let out a final shriek as her body exploded from pressure.

Medusa - ''I won't let you have the luxury of a swift death. Goodbye ... Paragon.''

At that, Medusa and the Dominatus left the Paragon alone to starve inside the throne room, covered in the blood of his own kin.

Uriel snarled and thrashed about.

Uriel - You will suffer for this one day!

Dominatus and Daleks
=Trivia=
 * Attero Dominatus comes fron a song by the Power Metal band Sabaton, and means "To wear down absolute authority" in a literal sense, but in this context, "to Destroy Tyranny".
 * The amount of Dominauts dead in this war can be modeled by the equation D(Dominatus Dead) = 500000 + 100000x, where x is a rational number.
 * This is currently the largest war in terms of Users in the Fiction Universe, at 30 Users.