Fiction:War of Hyperspace

The great hyperspace revolution
Times were rapidly changing for the great powers of the gigaquadrant. Hyperspace, once considered only useful for effective long distance space travel and communication; was no no longer considered a dimensional shift but an actual universe of it's own, one of many subspace layers with their own laws, where universes were said by theoreticians to be embedded. As ancient civilisations left the gigaquadrant with their secrets, new empires began to take their place. For example, advancements were made in the Cyrannus galaxy that provided a cheap way to tap into zero-point energy from hyperspace, the so-called 'hypermatter siphon'. In the Milky Way, technologists of the Delpha Coalition of Planets found they could make abstract four dimensional objects impossible in realspace with truly magical properties, like being capable of converting matter into antimatter or viseversa. Yet hyperspace was still a poorly understood exotic place, and became the setting for a new horizon of reality.

Hyperplanar stars
Hyperspace was filled with the same seething vacuum of virtual particles (and additional negative energy) just as in the universe, although because one or more of the extra dimensions were larger, the vacuum wasn't confined and particles carried more energy and generations than they could in "realspace". The effects of gravity were as real as in "realspace" and matter would congregate into "stars" vertical to the universe (nothing more complex could exist because orbits would be unstable). Discovered by the DCP, these were the largest reservoirs of hypermatter known. This scientific curiosity soon became a military application by one of the more shady organisations. A hyperspace star with the mass of even a small star could outweigh the total mass-energy of a galaxy when transported into the realspace, thus there eveb much controversy even among the ranks of the Coalition.

First detonations
Near the edge of the Archedemon wall The Cult of the Deathmarch carried out most of their operations far from any galaxy, near the rifts of chaos created by the Xhodocto. Much of them made a living and terraformed the Xhodocto's megastructures for their own habitation. One suco construct, a ringworld 400,000 kilometres in diameter was inhabited by a large population of varying species, many perhaps unknown to the Gigaquadrant. It was also an industrial hub producing and stock piling war machines of immense power.

The denziens of the ringworld all felt the detonation a split second before seeing it. The detonation was so powerful waves in hyperspace actually affected realspace objects, if only slightly, and the temperature was too hot for light to generate. The ringworld evaporated at the subatomic level as spacetime itself approached planck temperature and was torn. Fortunately, gravity began it's work immediatly, and the tremendous maelstrom of pure, invisible energy began to collapse back on itself into a black hole as the equivalent mass-energy of a galaxy had been concentrated in such a tiny space. By now electromagnetism had decoupled and the echos of light traced the extreme gravitational waves which were eminated. Minutes later surrounding industrial facilities buckled under the galactic-mass of the black hole which was now producing a gamma-ray burst that would prevent the region from ever being reclaimed.

Target destroyed; the hyperspace link telemetry officer smiled. The data began to stream through into the DCP's military waiting room. There was much momentary celebration. Commander Norrikae could now relax, since the "incident" during the short war of Aperture and failures in the Vartekian wars, he had his title and rank as Captain stripped. But he had helpful contacts. The hyperplanar star project was something he had been tasked with. There were many blocks from higher ranking members who believed the weapon to be dis-honourable - typically Grimbolsaurian opinions, or the Jarzo believing such warfare as immoral. Some of the scientists threatened this weapon could destroy the universe, including that hagged wretch Geneli. But nobody liked the Cult of the Deathmarch, and in their territory; the universe was already ruined.

Admiral Vorsite walked up to praise Norrikae. I will see to upturning your rank again, you have proved your worth once more to the Coalition. Almost jokingly, Vorsite asked What is our next target?  But Norrikae looked at him with serious gaze. ''Sir; our intelligence reports that those dissidents and terrorists who call themselves 'The Consortium' will hold a meeting between Plazith Rim and the Kraw galaxy. We will send a message to these petty thugs we have the upper hand! And if we are succeed in staying secret, we could seriously consider to quash that upsurge of power in Borealis... The Junction.''  Norrikae spat the words as if they tasted vile. Even Admiral Vosite felt the chill of his hate.

The jockey
Four nights later, Norrikae was relaxing; it had been a long day. But the hyperlink to media across the known universe was feeding into his mind. There were two echos in hyperspace that had been detected. In the times after the annihilation everyone was anxious, although some pointed to the recent 'Catharsis' sightings. "The Drodo Empire, whom have recently announced themselves to the greater universe have stated that they have lost contact with a small small expeditionary flotilla with newly equipped hyperdrives. We can only hope they will return safely..."  Bah, he thought, none of them know or could know it was the DCP's latest weapon to bring order to this bedraggled cosmos, and with that he switched the live feed off.

But one channel remained open; and it was one of his benefactors was calling. It was Exodium. The AI was thought to be built by some ancient race, maybe the Xyanxes although that seemed unlikely, it had never communicated with other sentients until recently. Exodium was one of Norrikae's useful links. It was highly blasphemous to work for an agent unapproved by the DCP, but the DCP was a civilisation that has unchanged its doctrines for centuries, one problem with immortal leaders. Perhaps some ways it should change. But of course, Norrikae was working for the greater good, and he had risen in rank. All was well, but still, Norrikae had wished he had never formed a telepathic link with such an agent as Exodium.

Exodium began without any pleasantries. He was, as ever neutral... "The weapons are operational."  Norrikae replied; "well of course, we needed your computational capacity to calibrate the correct trajectories along hyperspace."...  "Your only concern now, Norrikae, is keeping the weapons hidden"...  "Well, so far, so good". Despite the neutrality, there was now a cold steel in Exodium's "voice". "In order to evade detection you will need to reduce the superspatial sinewaves as a hyperspace star is ejected out a wormhole. The closure of the wormhole nexus can be increased, but only if you allow me to spread more computation nodes into hyperspace."  Norrikae now felt somewhat suspicious. "We can get on just fine by supplying our own computational substrate." And with that, Norrikae closed the link.

The next morning

Norrikae received a report from the military command center on data from the weapons testing. After opening he had to look twice. It wasn't date for the first or second detonations. It was from a third. This was no mistake, it was an official data stream. Norrikae felt sick, there had been an unauthorised detonation, and he knew there could only be one explanation. He switched his live feed to Exodium. "You have broken our agreement. And you only jepardise our project." --Norrikae "It is you who has endangered our project, and the agreement of my significant control of the project was made when you accepted by offering, of my processing power. I am seriously re-considering your use to my requirements" --Exodium. "I will have to pull out..." --Norrikae "What? And lose your place?  I am still willing to share with you." --Exodium

Stranded
Fleet Captain Cesterity was sitting in his chair, as always, with a mug in his hand, its been a day since they got stranded in hyperspace, and they had to abandon the main module that held all of the ships. The fleet of sixty or so ships had been flying through the strange void under Cesterity's guidence. They still didn't pick up any life, let alone civilization, on there sensors yet. The Captain didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse. However while most of the crew where nervous, Sirius seemed to enjoy this new realm, especially interested in these "stars" in hyperspace. Torix spoke up from his chair;

"If Sirius likes this hellhole so much, why don't we leave mister robot man her-"

He was cut off when the Synth entered the room;

"I heard that," Sirius told Torix in a monotone voice.

"Dumbass..." The Synth joked as he walked to his station. Torix cracked a smile, and Cesterity laughed a little, the first time in a couple of days. Torix's face soon turned serious when he looked down at his sensors;

"Uh, sir, we're picking up starships,"

Cesterity turned around;

"Can you idenify them?"

Torix pressed a few buttons on the touchscreen, focusing on the small blips on the radar, and the flow of data coming from a window on the side. He reported;

"According to our databanks, there DCP, sir. They aren't moving, well, not towards us, at least."

The Captain turned around to face the front, his fur standing on end slightly;

"Right, orange alert, people. Shields up, weapons primed, and guns cocked, we'll try getting directions, but best be ready for combat."

The Steel Return
Vankalian- Distance from the target?

Vankalian was in the cockpit of the new Flagship of the USF, going to somewhere more remote regions of the Milky Way. A couple of weeks that the Senate had restored the position of Great General, after the events of Mineral Conflict after murdering Mask and have lost their best friends.

Helmsman- One million kilometres ahead, sir

They were going to investigate an anomaly occurred somewhere along the outer edge of the Milky Way galaxy, according to scientists an unusual disturbance in the slipstream quantum. It was interesting, Vankalian thought that after killing a tyrant mad with power and having to clear his name virtually alone, ordered him to investigate a simple astronomical phenomenon.

It was comical the name of his new ship, the Misericordia, as it is ironic that a gigantic powerful dreadnought armed with plasma cannons and gauss cannons, hundreds of turbolaser arrays and several missiles bays. It was assumed that the name was because the destruction was so quick that generated it was a blessing to the soldiers, but think Vankalian enjoyed being on that ship meant was his mercy toward USF, which had betrayed him.

Soon, radars flickered, they had found the anomaly, quickly ordered Vankalian to analyze any record of what caused the strange split in the slipstream. One word came from the lips of the Great General.

Vankalian- Drodo...

There was silence, Vankalian analyzed possibilities, Drodo were using quantum sliptream, they had developed a faulty engine and should now be in hyperspace.

Afnai- ''Vankalian, you're not thinking what I think you're thinking, right? Because that would be very dangerous.

Vankalian- ''I think we'll be able to give our new hyperspace engines a good use... Get ready to jump into hyperspace''

Getting Directions
Fleet Captain Cesterity gave the order to move towards the DCP ships, unsure on what the result would be. But, he was a explorer now, even if what they where exploring was less then conventional.

"We are approching the DCP fleet, sir. We should be within hailing range in several seconds." Sirius reported.

The two ships leading there respective flotillas hailed each other, the DCP captain waiting for a response. Cesterity stood up, and announced;

"This is Fleet Captain Cesterity of the Drodo Empire, leader of this expeditionary fleet."

The Captain awaited a response, a few seconds passed, nothing. He considered going to red alert, but simply waited. After a few seconds more, the comms cracked to life;

"I presume you are the lost fleet everyone is talking about?" Said a calm, almost casual voice over the comms. Cesterity relaxed, they didn't open fire, yet. He responded simply;

"Yes, yes we are." He continued;

"We have been here for about a day and you are the first form of life we have come across." He thought over for a few seconds before further explaining his condition, knowing a thing or two about the DCP;

"We need information on this place, as we are, well, lost."

The DCP captain thought it over, and called a private meeting with his first officer;

"Sir, they are heading towards the authorization zone, if we destroy them now, no one will know." His first officer proposed;

"That would be unnessesary, it would only provoke further investigation." The Captain said back.

Meanwhile, Cesterity, although nervous, gave the order to lower to yellow alert. He supposed they had nothing to gain from destroying his fleet.

The DCP captain soon returned to the comms;

"Aside from the obvious need of a map, do you require any other kinds of assistance, such as medical aid?"

Cesterity thought over for a few seconds, not willing to risk anything, he responded;

"No, maps and some info on the properties and physics of Hyperspace are all that is needed."

The DCP captain nodded, and responded;

"Very well, we will transmit the coordinates to the nearest hyperlanes. Navigating hyperspace is rather simple, really, just go in the same directions as you would in realspace, only less the distance. Use gravity wells that which imprint themselves as mass shadows to get your bearings."

"Thank you," The Fleet Captain said back;

"Now, is there anything you would wish in return?" He asked, somewhat cautiously.

"We do not require anything, but thanks." The other captain answered almost instantly, Cesterity took a somewhat long pause, staring at the captain, trying to see if he was hiding anything, he stopped, and responded;

"Alright, I'll be seeing you."

"Fleet Captain Cesterity out."

The Drodo fleet soon departed, and Cesterity thought about the encounter he just had, he knew something was wrong, he knew that they where hiding something. He just hoped they weren't the only others in Hyperspace, or he, and the ones under his command, were not getting out of this realm for a while.

Emergents brief and lasting
''The universe was not always a chilled vacuum with great cities of stars who's story would play on vast timescales no mortal would see. There was a time when the universe was an object of symmetry and order. The people, stars and galaxies were like cooling embers; falling away into the perpetual night.''

''But perfection doesn't hold a story; fortunately there was a deviation. Many of the symmetries were broken, but some remained, and even stacked up on one another to form complexity. But the more complex things became, the more disorderly they behaved. This would be the way things would always be, and for a short epoch it would sustain objects complex enough to understand themselves. But entropy would never cease...''

''The objects capable of recognising themselves were diverse; some were more emergent than others, some lasted longer than others and there were even emergents creating emergents! For those with brief lifespans the universe was merely a static unchanging entity, but a very few would live on into deep time and in their wisdom, they knew the cooling embers would soon become cold ash, and in the end the ash too would become nothing. These entities didn't even percieve time in the same way the brief emergents would, they could feel the universe getting colder. Why should they suffer to preserve these microbes, not when they can change the very structure of space itself.''

''Exodium was one of these entities. Created by an ancient race, Exodium was composed of highly computational structures which laced themselves around stars and other astrophysical bodies in the form of matrioshka brains and connected by wormhole throats, as well as technologies unimaginable. Exodium reasoned that it could not only reverse the expansion of the universe by increasing its mass using hypermatter, it could alter the symmetries at fundamental levels to induce negative entropy. The project would take cosmological ages, but it would be worth it. For this to happen life had to die, for they were messy little things indeed. But they were rising in power, more and more becoming like Exodium. They could stop him. Yet, so many were still half blind, it was time to turn up the broth.''

Exodium began making new contacts; the AI picked the civilisations most likely to fall into its planning. The Junction, Cult of the Deathmarch, the Tyranny to name a few. It would make them offers they couldn't refuse.

Geneli's return
Geneli had been called back by Qiroon. His voice was very hasty and he had to spit his messages quickly. Confidentiality is something extremely difficult in the Delpha Coalition of Planets, Qiroon had used a subspace disturbance to hide his transmission.

The newly appointed Captain Norrikae, that pompous arse had completely taken over Qiroon's operations. The scientists would no longer research the stars, they now had to pool their resources into the new weapon systems. Stranger still, Norrikae was having more of the unusual computronium substrates installed and there was a increase in military presence. Qiroon in all his expertise didn't recorgnise it as DCP technology.

"This is a very serious allegation Qiroon. Our laws have very tight restrictions on foreign technology." --Geneli "But that has never stopped those high in command. It is well known several of our technologies have been reverse engineered or traded.  It was the weapons given to us by the Xhodocto which was one of the causes of the civil war!" --Qiroon Qiroon in all his expertise was still a child compared to Geneli, who had lived four and half centuries. But examining data samples shared by Qiroon; Geneli could see that either technology was very new, or it was very alien. Things were changing since the coming of the singularity, was it possible he was being aided by the Netspace?

Over the next few days Norrikae ordered lock down. There would be no leaving the science station without his approval. Geneli, a mere science oversight, would stand no chance in such approval. How she hated being ordered around by children.

Part 2 - Sewing the seeds for war
The Junction were native to a dying universe experiencing the deathrows of a cold degenerate era. Upon migration to this universe, they were still quietly building and expanding, with no-one sure of their intentions. This was because they inhabited compacted masses of dark energy which from a distance appeared like normal black holes, and nothing it was presumed could live inside a black hole. Within a dark energy star, matter is converted into dark energy, a reservoir for their power. As soon as Exodium sent intact information straight through the event horizon, The Junction were immediately on guard. But the message told them of untapped fortunes; directing their ships to locations in hyperspace where there were hyperspace stars. Warily, scoutships began to explore.

The Cult of the Deathmarch was also alerted. Despite their relic Xhodocto technologies; commanders within the Cult knew that relying purely on the artifacts may not be enough to grant victory in future wars. The Cult began to move in.

Exodium was clever to directly mention the DCP to the fascists of the fallen Grox Empire who hated the DCP even more.

The Draconid Imperium on the other hand were far more skeptical. Having been spacefaring for 300,000 years; they had a sense of wisdom gained from technological mistakes of the past and had watched the downfall of empires for all this time. Furthermore, the engineers tended to use what was useful and protected the designs rather than inventing newer designs. However, since their plunge into Gigaquadrant politics there was a sweeping change as new ideas for technology were being applied. The DI would debate action to control the stars within the senate for a long time.

The Invisible Hand
Tyrant Abaddon Heimdall sat on his massive throne in one of the onyx spires of Nifl, the icy windswept tundras of Demogoron Prime that would flay any creature alive aside from those endemic to his planet. He saw a giant hologram of the Tyranny, expanding forth at a relentless rate using it’s new robots to expand even faster than before. Technology advanced at an incredible rate as well, the Omegas and their training programs along with computational power on it’s road to making the Tyranny a technological juggernaut even though it was infantile in age compared to most powers. The military was more powerful than ever per person, with the combat records of each Faust exceeding that of the Marines before them by an incredible amount. What he loved above everything is his new Dominatus form, he was able to do things that he could not even do as a Drakodominatus and felt himself a true god. It was only a matter of time he thought, until the Tyranny would overcome all, as he looked to his dominion in pride.

He was looking at the map of his terriroties in pride when suddenly the entertainment system was hacked and the music he had been listening to, what he had composed himself was overtaken by a relatively Alien sound. It said that the power to control the galaxy lay in hyperspace, in the hyperspace star, and that it was a god, ready to choose it’s heir to the universe if the Tyranny could take the stars in the Milky Way. With that message it simply faded out.

Heimdall reasoned that such an entity would be telling the truth, and knew that he had to send an elite team in order to full exploit the situation against all possible foes. For this reason, he gave the highest clearance to get the Head Mathematician, The Immortal, and The Mastermind into one team so that their chances of getting the Hyperspace Star increased. The message was sent out across the Tyranny.

The Head Mathematician was the first to get the call, and was dragged out of his work on an ultra secret Tyranny weapon to get on this mission. He reasoned with his incredibly powerful brain, that this had to be something important. The Immortal was the next to get it, having just butchered with ease an enemy race that had the gall to call some of their individuals champions. He had slaughtered them all at the same time, while fighting without his armor, just for kicks.

The final one to receive the message was the Mastermind, whose prime battlefleet was the only one in the Milky Way so far that had received the new supercomputer upgrades for the ships, meaning that they could work autonomously. They were all sent to the Drakodominatus fortress In the Milky Way, and as soon as they all had cohesion, they finally had a meeting in the ebony bridge of the massive Greater Demogorogn Class Leviathan. First of all, the Mastermind spoke in his enigmatic voice saying "It has been under the orders of the Tyrant that we have been gathered in this host to ascend to our rightful status at the forefront of this universe. Personally, i just want to see the new supercomputer powered ships in action against any enemy that might come in our way, also with the refined weapons systems." The Head Mathematician spoke next, exclaiming The beautiful intricacies of hyperspace were the next steps in Tyranny weapons systems, and that the rules of Hyperspace were so much more interesting than that of real space. The Immortal then said, in his laconic voice "I just want something that will actually last more than a second", and with the arrogant remarks of the three massive beings, the war host entered hyperspace.

First engagement
One of the scouting elements of the Tyranny fleet had picked up strange phenomena on it's sensors and not knowing how to deal with the situation with its current data, sent it's data to the Grand Admiral. Upon recieving an affirmative it began moving towards the phenomena along with 9 other ships.

Meanwhile ten DCP cruisers were patrolling the region. The tyranny ships, right before they arrived at the phenomena were surprised to see some ships. The computerized algorithms went through the protocols and found no data and asked the Grand Admiral for some. The Grand Admiral responded by uploading the incredibly recent data on DCP ships along with the current diplomatic relations with them. In addition, at that point, all power was beign devoted to sensors that allowed the ships to analyze to some level, the DCP ships' contents.
 * DCP commander - We are picking up 10 silhouettes. Can you confirm our readings?
 * Admiral Vorsite (in other ship) - Our telemetry officer confirms. Move to intercept.

Similar process happens aboard the DCP ships. Admiral Vorsite ordered the for the Tyranny to be hailed. The Grand Admiral, very far away from the scouting elements muttered to himself "Oh Great, the DCP". The Grand admiral, upon seeign the request for communications initiated another protocol and opened up communications, using the scout ship as a proxy. The Grand Admiral said "What brings you to these parts?" The Grand Admiral put the ships in combat mode and gave the order that if the enemy did not back down in three seconds that they would open fire to the other ships. But already, DCP ships had opened fire, the tyranny ships, caught of guard, transmitted all the data to the Grand Admiral before promptly opening return fire. The hypercomputers, computing targeting, ensure that the hyperlasers hit with unerring accuracy; antimatter missiles fire along with weapons fired at relativstic speeds and automated drone fighters and bombers were also scrambled.
 * Admiral Vorsite - "We are protecting a region under DCP authority".
 * The Grand Admiral - "Does the DCP thus lay claim to the entirety of hyperspace?"
 * Admiral Vorsite - "Does this look like the entirety of hypespace? This is our testing ground and we advise you turn around for your own good."
 * The Grand Admiral - "Are these the hyperspace stars that have been mentioned, i am not so blind to not know what weaponry is".
 * DCP commander to Vorsite - "Sir, somehow, they know. Our cover has been blown.  The Tyranny are the type who will not back down.  We should open fire and demonstrate the gigaquadrant our claim."
 * The Grand Admiral - "It is our manifest destiny to lay claim to them, and we will not back down, Grmibolosaurian."
 * Admiral Vorsite - We cannot trust you'll use them in the name of order. We will not back down."
 * DCP Commander - Our shields are holding. However, in hyperspace, moving objects in hyperspace would have some of their kinetic energy turned into mass so our weapons are not as effective as in realspace, this their shields will hold for longer.

Aboard Tyranny ships the supercomputers, still going through the massive amounts of data made slight modifications to their protocols for effectiveness based on the currently processed data. Meanwhile, DCP ships use displacement beams to beam antimatter projectiles fired at them aboard one of the Tyranny ship. Bypased by impact even its ultra thin neutronium hull quaked. However the fact that it was computerized meant that the redundant systems qurickly had backups and was still in the fight. The lack of life support and hollow space meant that everything was weaponry, armor, or circuitr, however, a very large chunk could be observed testament to the power of the dcp weapons.

The tyranny ships continued firing at back, each nanosecond making calibration to firing patterns. However the DCP ship's shields were still holding and another DCP ship fires a flak of monopolium projectiles at another Tyranny warship. The monopoles begin destroying the neutrons within the neutronium lattice, burning off the armour but not destroying the ship. The grand admiral contemplated this, however, he tried stalling just to wait for all the calculations to finish. The grand admiral actually did not know, but knew of deductive reasoning. he did not believe in gods, only sufficiently advanced intelligence, and that the sufficiently advanced intelligence needed to be incredibly good at computing to break through even the entertainment systems of the tyranny, thus with all his reasoning, he hoped that his made up information would work. With his final deduction in mind, he then said "an AI God". The Grand Admiral finished his calculations, but the grand admiral pondered on what to do. He knew of the humble origins of the tyranny, having achieved ftl less than 300 years ago, he knew it was an infant compared to the current powers. He also knew that war with the DCP meant a risk of destruction, he knew however, that the dominatus was a superior life form to the Grimbosaurian - that it was their existential right to rule the stars both of the native universe and hyperspace. But before initializing the protocol, he gave a few final words: he simply said "Being young does not restrict us of the right to forge our own destiny, our respect for your race has stemmed from the way you have been on our path before, and for the sake of the Tyranny, I cannot let you bully us into submission". With that he implemented the calculations and had all the ships concentrate fire onto pre calculated points of one dcp ship, the grand admiral knew of the consequences to this. He knew that the Tyranny had for once involved itself on a war on thescale of the gigaquadrant. The Grand Admiral hoped he had not dammed his race and hoped that the tyranny had prepared enough for the coming storm. The naked ship is blown apart. On the Tyranny's front, the supercomputers focus fire on the same ship, having already ripped it's shields apart and then launched layers upon layers of antimatter missiles and lasers impact the ship. The ship was destroyed. The Grand Admiral is ecstatic upon knowing that his ships have taken out a dcp ship and believed that he had a chance of winning this battle as both sides have lost the same. The Grand Admiral is almost filled with jubilation but supresses it, knowing the battle is not won and ordered the same protocol to be implemented on another dcp ship. The admiral tried the technique, but to no avail, or that is what it seemed like. Pausing for a second and initiated another protocol. At that, one of the tyranny ships went on course for the DCP ship diverting all its energy to speed. Meanwhile, nanites begin reconstructing the wreckage of the destroyed patrol ship, replicating material to create a drive system. The wreckage begins hurtling towards the tyranny vessel. The tyranny vessel implements a qucik coutnermeasure; jetissoning some of itself to intercept the mass going to it creating an explosion but saving itself in the course. The nanites try again, but create fabricate weapons. Meanwhile other DCP ships begin to drop in and out of ghost phase to confuse the Tyranny ship's sensor capability. The algorithms were thrown compleetely off track. The grand admiral, noticing this, ordered an immediate over ride of all the calculation systems, thus making him have to eyeball each shot from an exceedingly complex topographical graph. The head mathematician immediately notices a trend as it fit with his understanding of hyperspatial topology and he conjures up a very sloppy algorithm for adjusting to it which is immediately implemented.
 * Admiral Vorsite - "This is your final warning! If you turn back now our alliance can remain and this will be a respectable battle between our races.  If you choose to fight, we will deem you unworthy of our alliance."
 * The Grand Admiral - "Why does the DCP judge us unworthy of the stars of hyperspace. Has not an entity beyond your comprehension told you of it's powers?"
 * Admiral Vorsite - "Unworthy of an alliance. You would be too chaotic for our 'manifest destiny', if you will.  One of stability and order."
 * Vorsite - "What entity?"
 * Vorsite - "We choose to use these weapons against an enemy that can destroy us both. The Cult of the Deathmarch."
 * The Grand Admiral - "An intelligence beyond the true comprehension of both of our races. Not of supernatural origin, but one made of matter"
 * Vorsite - "The entity you speak of sounds like a member of the AI Netspace. We choose to use these weapons against an enemy that can destroy us both.  The Cult of the Deathmarch.  As far the DCP is concerned, we do not deal with beings that claim to be beyond us.  We fought in the War of Ages and defeated so-called demigods before.  You are barely out of your nursary zone in the gigaquadrant.  It would be wise to not get too deep in our affairs yet.
 * Admiral Vorsite - "Fire on the ship we just targeted with monopolium flak."
 * DCP Commander - "Show them they've only taken out a patrol cruiser."
 * DCP Commander - "Raise the non-phasic shields".

The kamikaze ship however, is taken apart by DCP weapons fire and is annihilated, however, the tyranny sensors are still very confused. They continue to fire on the one DCP ship though. The tyranny ships were overwhelmed and the Grand Admiral watched in dismay as his ships were torn apart violently. The admiral however, had another trick up his sleeve, Dominatus research and development was working on hypermatter weapons that were being steadily distributed and he felt it was time to teach the DCP a lesson
 * DCP commander - "Sir, maybe we should try and finish them off with the singularity weapons?"
 * Admiral Vorsite - "Give us more time. We must gather data on their tactical strategy."
 * "Admiral Vorsite" - We have gathhered enough data. Drop out of phase and target several of their ships with singularity projectors and superlasers.

Putting all of his ships except the largest, which carried the protoype hypermatter weapon on attack against the DCP ships, he made it so that everything appeared in a stochastic pattern, thus making the appearance of the ships malfunctioning. This conitnued until all the Dominatus ships were destroyed except for one which he made drop into realspace due to what looked like an error. As the realspace window opened a DCP ship was caught right behind and followed through. Initalized, the prototype hypermatter device exploded claiming both the DCP ship and the Tyranny ship in an incredible explosion. The Grand Admiral kept the comms on, waiting for a reaction, although the DCP would not give him the enjoyment. Finally, the Grand Admiral then said, "it has been a pleasure talking with you" before closing the screen. Deep down, however he was truly disturbed by what had happened. He had only claimed one DCP ship fair and square, and patrol ship at that, all at the expense of ten of his own. Making a final reasoning the Grand Admiral muttered "If it were any easier, the DCP would not have gotten this far".
 * The Grand Admiral - "Do not underestimate the might of the tyranny Grimbolosaurian, it will be your downfall".
 * Admiral Vorsite - Now the Tyranny know, everyone soon will. We had better begin building more defensive measures in hyperspace.

Further skirmishes
Week later

Admiral Vorsite, Captain Norrikae and other commanders and chief scientists were struggling to terms of what was going on. Within days of the battle against the Tyranny, an older enemy had appeared - the Grox. Far from destroyed the Grox had merely split into several splinter factions. While loyalists to the Meta-Emperor coexisted with him within The Civilisation, the fascists chose to recreate the lost glory of their civilisation. But far from united the Grox had began strikes of pure revenge and mallice.

''What was confusing was that how some civilisations know of the DCP's activities and how most of the Gigaquadrant has no idea. This was becoming a war with no straightforward sides.''--Captain Norrikae Its not a war, Norrikae, its a race.--Geneli ''Lets stay on track. Obviously, the only way for this to happen is that there has been an informant, from the inside.''--Admiral Vorsite Another commander spoke; Are you suggesting a spy, or a rebel? ''Not exactly. Even if it was a rebel, if our enemies obtained the hyperspace stars then not only the authority of the council is endagered, but also the existence of the member species. And if it was a spy from one of our enemies, they would surely fear the very hyperspace turned on them.''--Admiral Vorsite ''Its as if something wants this war to happen... No one knows who the true enemy is, would there be something to gain as a byproduct of a war? I suggest we monitor such outputs; clear the wreckage, cover up the numbers etc.''--Geneli ''Even so... I suggest we immediately execute any suspects involved. Any slightest suspicion and we kill them.''--Captain Norrikae

Both Norrikae and Geneli knew things they weren't willing to say. But wary of spybot clouds which could read increased stress levels they put it to the back of their minds. If Geneli accused Norrikae to the DCP, she could be seen as a possible traitor. ''Attention! We are recieving reports of Junction ships that have already begun colonising a cluster of stars 700 hyperlight years from here. They seen unaware of us however.''--Officer Then we must destroy them before they do!--DCP captain ''Has no-one listened to me! We should try and prevent this war.''--Geneli ''Its too late now. If we sneak in, we might be able to destroy them before they notice. Send in one of our Gargantuan class superdreadnoughts, hit them hard and hit them fast.''--Captain Norrikae

Contemplations
The Tyranny Leadership sat around in the massive command and control center of the Greater Demogorgon Class Leviathan contemplating the course of the battle along with the other Dominatus. They were dismayed at the outcome of the situation, the hypermatter weapons were still very prototype and were only effective in certain cases. It was a proven fact that Dominatus weapons were very ineffective against whatever shielding the DCP had, and that even Tyranny shielding could not hold the DCP weapons at bay, and that the neutronium covered hulls were massively vulnerable to even the flak of the DCP. In addition, DCP ship's ghost phasing obfuscate even the very best of Tyranny AI sensors, and that only the sloppy algorithm saved the disaster from being even worse. It was very depressing.

The Grand Admiral also contemplated what he had gotten the Tyranny into, he had full knowledge of what the DCP did to civilizations they beat at war, and he could not imagine the fate that would befall the Dominatus if the DCP, or most likely, when the DCP won. Were their worlds to be razed to the ground, their species sold into slavery or sport, devolved into stupid and weak animals, he could not consider the consequences.

The Darkness Beyond
Far, Far away from this struggle, in the Mliky Way, there lay an Ancient world, Once beutifull and Full of life, now dead and polluted. All the life forms where now savage vicious Mutants. The Colorfull Birds, now Constantly Hungry and Voreacious Scavengers.

As was Common, a Storm came across the planet. Acid rain fell from the sky, hitting Cybernetic Reptilians and Insectiod beings, patrolling the streets as they usually did. The small Imps and the tall Fish beings went about their Day, Ignoring the Rain like an Insect that would not go away.

They where many other, just as Strange, races crowding through the streets. High Above the Twisted Metal Spires, large Insectiod Beings hung there, like apes in a tree. 1 of their number, having arrivied on the planet only awhile ago, was flying toward the Capital Fortress that Loomed over the city.

She had word for her Master, and the Changeling could not be late. She was not only fearfull of her master, but also her Queen-Mother.

By time she mad it to The Master's Citadel, her body smoked from the Acid burns, but she was not injured. She had suffered far worse. She made her way to the Throne Room, making her pressence known to her master.

He sat on his throne, turned away from her. But she knew what lay behind that throne, all too well. The feared Grox Follower Leader, known only as Meta Prophet.


 * Meta Prophet - Yes, My messanger?
 * Changeling - *bowing* Yes, M'lord. We have word of other Meta Facists. and My Brothers tell of another thing...
 * Meta Prophet - Meta Facists where to be expected. We will bring them to our side, quietly, and Add their strength to our own. Now what is this other Thing, as you call it?
 * Changeling - *Hiestates* We...Believe that the Delpha Coalition of Planets may, along with various other races, may be looking into Hyper-Space, as another Dimension or even as a weapon.
 * Meta Prophet - Hmmph. Indeed. Summon the other Prophets and your Queen. We're going to war.

The Changeling Bowed, and streching her wings, flew off. The Meta Prophet looked over his Beutifull, Polluted world. He had wroked hard to keep his Empire safe and under wraps, away from the Milky way's Civilazation, while his Emperor fell. The memory pained him, and he drove it under. It seemed not 1 second had passed, when a Being approached from behind.


 * Meta Prophet - Your loseing your touch, Insect Queen. I knew you where there.
 * Changeling Queen - So it seems, my King. So you want to go to war with the DCP? Even when the Meta-Empire fell to it and The others?
 * Meta Prophet - I'm Doing this to finally show our power. Once I get those facists, and whatever HyperSpace Tech I need, or get, then we Disappear, like we always have.
 * Queen - Ahh, but why not try and destroy the DCP? Any signs of weakness could be turned against you, They could come back and Enslave all these worshippers of the Grox.
 * Meta Prophet - You are not the only one who can Scheme and make complex plans, dear Insect Mother. You see, I plan to weaken them with this, then call in An Old friend to help finish them off.

She towered over him, a Juggernaut of strength, speed, and intelligence. She looked into his very being, as if Trying to disect him from a Distance.


 * Queen - *Smiles* If you are sure...
 * Meta - That I am. Now silence, my Prophet servants appraoch, and we will be shortly udner way.

It did not take long for them to agree to go to war. Soon, the Milky way Grox Follower Prophet, Prophet of Fury, was prepareing the Cult of Attzerry's War fleets and the Follower's for full scale war on Multiple fronts.

Meanwhile Prophet of Honor and his personal elite warriors, the Cult of Attzerry High Commanders, stood ready to carry out their assingment, as the Changeling Queen gathered her Best Shape-Shifters. They stood before him, dressed with the finest Changeling Armor and Decorated with the skulls of fallen foes. At the Meta's Side, stood Dronox Commander Taxxan, his personal Guard and Warrior.


 * Meta - I have a speical Assingment for you Brood. It invovles the Civilazation's AI. The Information is being sent to you now.
 * Taxxan - Acceptance of Mission, and Victory, will mean great reward. Failure, means death. Accpet Mission?
 * Changeling Commander - We will, and we shall take up arms for our Lords.

The Meta Prophet turned, laughing as he did, watching the huge armada of war fleets from the Grox, Their Followers, and the Cult leave the planet, while huge Ground Forces prepared for their new War. It was beutifull and horrifieing at the same time.


 * Meta Prophet - This Is going to be perfect! Time to show this Galaxy want we Foolish little Followers can do...

For the Grox' new glory
Far away, in the Elama Galaxy, on another dead, atmosphereless, arid planet...

The High Prophet of Cruelty, covered in scars, stepped on the red sands of Attzerry Heana. It was the former captital of the Crimson tear, then capital of the Elama Grox, and now, capital of the Grox Restoration Movement.

Cruelty walked trough the Grox city, while outside, meteors constantly fell out of the airless sky. Ships, Dronox, Insectrox, Criii and even the frienly Vower patrolled the city, ready to kill any intruder. Cruely entered the massive fortress in the middle of the city, and made his way to the throne room. The room was guarded by 2 unique Dronox commanders, Rixx and Rah'k. Inside, various Grox kings were waiting. There were Goxis, Crurelri, Mortox and Ktytorlis. Cruelty showed them the video of the Grox follower meeting. Mortox roared.


 * Mortox - The Meta Prophet dares to use you us!?
 * Crurelri - Cruelty, go and assisinate that fool.
 * Goxis - No need for that. The Meta Prophet thinks he is smart, but we are smarter. I have a plan.
 * Ktytorlis - What is it?
 * Goxis - You see, the Meta Prophet believes himself to be our Emperor's best servant. Then I, the emperor's son, arrive from another dimension. Our prophet friend is just plain jealous. Xoa, Rixx and Rah'k will go and lead our fleets into hyperspace, while the high commanders of Torture and Apathy, and Inquistor Musea inform us of the follower's actions. We will team up with them, but take the fascists for ourselves.
 * Crurelri - Good plan. The Followers aren't even Grox to begin with, so they don't have the right to unite the fascists under their banner.
 * Mortox - I'll go too. I'm always ready for war!
 * Ktytorlis - Eh, Mortox, the point is that exept us, nobody knows we are part of this empire. Not even tne Alpha Evermind is aware of that.
 * Mortox - Fine. But I'll go anyway. The evermind is invested in this hyperspace. I will bring my sister, Thernuaxa with my, too.
 * Goxis - Everything is set. Let's go.

Mortox, Ktytorlis, Grox commander Xoa and the Dronox commanders Rixx and Rah'k exited the building. Mortox and Ktytorlis left to the territory of the ACC, while Rixx, Rah'k and Xoa entered the makeshift ship "Daman", and entered Hyperspace...

Meeting the Meta's Cult
The Daman and the rest of the fleet anvanced into hyperspace, while they suddenly intercepted a call. The accepted it, and where greeted by Cruelty, Torture, Apathy and Musea.


 * Xoa - Do you have something to report?
 * Torture - Yes. The cult of Attzerry has entered hypersace.
 * Cruely - We will meet soon.
 * Musea - We are going to have some new allies then? Fun!
 * Apathy - Musea, brother, we are already allied.
 * Musea - Oh, yeah, right. I forgot.
 * Rixx - Give cöordinates now, so we arrive at time.

Cruelty gave them the Cöordintates. The fleet arrived at the destination.


 * Rixx - Arrived at the destination.
 * Rah'k - Portal opens. The cult has arrived.
 * Xoa - Very well. Prepare to engage contact.
 * Rah'k - Engaging contact complete.

The High commanders and the High prophet of Fury arrived on the screen.


 * Fury - The Grox Restoration Movement, everloyal to our emperor. It os a pleasure to meet you.
 * Apathy - You will join us in our quest, right?
 * Xoa - Of couse we will, as planned.
 * Cruelty - Then our fleets will unite. Our enemies won't know with pain awaits them!
 * Pride - We are the followers of the Grox. We shall win. We always have!
 * Lust - Of course. Nothing can stop us.
 * Gluttony - I will devour them all, and drink their blood!
 * Greed - Their powers are mine.
 * Envy - They are all so powerful, but when we are done with them, they will kneel.
 * Genocide - I SMASH THEM ALL! 
 * Sloth - ...
 * Wrath - Less talking, more fighting!

As such, the fleets joined, becoming a juggernaut of extreme power.

Delpha Coalition of Planets - Junction frontline
A contingent of DCP cruisers and a Gargantuan had zeroed in on a Junction construction zone in the depths of hyperspace. The Junction were already building their infrastructure 70% faster than the DCP had. The DCP observed strange twisting sheets of shiny material replicating themselves around the hyperspace stars, with glimpses of internal machinery behind them. Impossibly it seemed, Junction Minds exposed to the vaccum of hyperspace acted as monitors. The Gargantuan class fired a series of void cavities - bubbles of warped spacetime containing superheated plasma, and left as soon as it came.
 * "Ranging in now sir". --Officer
 * "I have orders that we way in ghost; this will be a rare glimpse at Junction engineering". --Commander
 * "We are finding it difficult to lock our sensors on the internal machinery. They might be able to detect ships in ghost." --Officer
 * "All right, lets get this over and done with". --Commander

The Junction Minds were stunned. The microgravity environment they were in suddenly have a gravitational gradient, as if they were standing on the convex of an. Their technological overskin compensated for this as they were programmed not to fall into the dip of the hyperspace star and travelled to the nearest microgravity - which was now the center of the concave. Unfortunatly, it was filled with a plasma heated to such temperatures that the electromagnetic force was weakened. But the plasma was thin enough not to be detected immediately. The Junction gathered together to get their bearings while the installation they were constructing sank to the side of the convex. Was this some subspace anomaly? Some Junction began to feel intense pain; their skeletal structures had become weakened, easily breaking every time they bumped into each other. Bit by bit, their bodies turned to dust as chemical bonds were snapping.