Fiction:Dark Times/Year Three

"My plan is far from complete."

As the 's growth began to slow down and stabilise, the three year old hyperpower has been established as one of the largest and most powerful civilisations in the Gigaquadrant. However, as the Empire grows so does its enemies with the and it's allies declaring war in the Outer Rim while problems only increase for the Rambo Imperial Province in the. However, the Empire's victory over the at the end of the last year spelt an end to one of Cyrannus' greatest hopes against the Empire. Despite this, 's story is far from over.

Meanwhile, the newly reformed begins to emerge as a relentless superpower in its own right with it's evil eyes set on the  and it's new leader while the  continue their snooping into the smaller nations of the. The new year is sure to bring many surprises to the inhabitants of the Cluster, which is once again plunged into conflict...

Participants

 * Cyrannian - Administrator
 * OluapPlayer - Administrator
 * Dinoman82 - Administrator
 * Bio21
 * Monet47
 * Sporeraptor

Subplots

 * Hunt for the Zevian Skull
 * Carindes Campaign
 * Antiquity Pursual

Orbispira Bound
Overview= Once in orbit over Shaorá, Apollo was brought aboard the, Allecto. He was escorted by a group of Imperial troopers to the detention area, where he remained while the ship jumped into hyperspace. After a while, the Allecto arrived over and preceded to dock at a  in orbit. Apollo was escorted to an Imperial Shuttle and brought down to the surface of the planet. Despite the Empire's power grab, Orbispira remained much the same, though many of it's endless spires were now adorned with the Imperial Flag while statues of Antediluvian lined many famous avenues.

Apollo, with guards in toe, was brought to the office tower belonging to, the Potentate of the Empire. When Apollo arrived, he was surprised that Aeresius ordered the guards to leave them alone. Apollo initally believed that he was sent to the galactic capital in order to be publicly executed, though Aeresius assured him that both Apollo and his followers were now free, so long as they didn't do anything to provoke the Empire's wrath. Apollo was confused, though he accepted the Potentate's decree.

As he left the office, both Apollo and Aeresius smiled to themselves, each having ulterior motives. Apollo then travelled to his homeworld of, where he met with his family who were sent there by the Empire. However, the former President didn't intend on staying long...

Dialogue= Apollo is led out of an Imperial Shuttle by a group of guards, who guide him toward a large spire, the main office of the Potentate of the Empire. He steps onto an elevator and is brought to a huge chamber decorated with statues and paintings from all across the Gigaquadrant. A lone figure stands at the end of the Chamber, looking out over the endless city scape. He is Potenate Aeresius.


 * Aeresius - Guards. Leave us.

The guards enter the elevator, leaving Aeresius alone with Apollo.


 * Aeresius - Welcome back to Orbispira, Apollo.
 * Apollo - Hmph. Why have you summoned me here? Do you plan on publicly executing me?
 * Aeresius - Dear boy, of course not. I will get straight to the point. The Empire has bigger things on it's mind than your band of outcasts.
 * Apollo - You plan on letting us go? I don't know why you are negotiating with me. I'm no longer their leader.
 * Aeresius - Yes, well. The Emperor doesn't see it that way.
 * Apollo - So, what do you plan to do?
 * Aeresius - Nothing. You are free to do what you wish. With one condition.
 * Apollo - I think I can guess...
 * Aeresius - I would ask you not to conduct any anti-Imperial activities. If you do, we will not be so forgiving. Do you understand.

Apollo thought about for a moment.


 * Apollo - Hmph. Very well.
 * Aeresius - Good. Now, you will board a transport to Caprica City. Behave yourself.

Apollo turned to leave the room. He stopped for a moment.


 * Apollo - Don't I always?

He leaves the room.

Punishment
Overview= After being struck by the Licent's translocational laser at the end of the last year, was transported directly to 's Throne Room on. The Emperor knew of his follower's failure and reacted very negatively when he claimed that the AI that ousted him was in origin. Antediluvian punished his acolyte by subjecting him to torrents of lightning, but relented when Moranonúngur claimed that the AI was known as the Licent.

Antediluvian appeared to be very surprised with this revelation and made a reference to an ancient enemy from the past. Moranonúngur recovered from his injuries and asked his master what it meant for the Apocalypta and their plans. Antediluvian simply stated that Moranonúngur was exonerated and with a wave of his hand, his acolyte vanished, leaving the Emperor to contemplate his next move.

Dialogue= suddenly appears before in a bright flash of light. He sinks into a forced bow, clutching his heart. He is still seriously injured after his encounter with the Licent. Antediluvian turns around, appearing surprised.


 * Antediluvian - Moranonúngur. You survived. I am most impressed.

Moranonúngur pants, but manages to stand up straight.


 * Moranonúngur - I had no choice but to flee, master. The Oikoumene AI was too strong.
 * Antediluvian - An "Oikoumene AI"? You are a fool who has compromised your mission!

Antediluvian lifts up his hand, and telekinetically pushes Moranonúngur to the far side of the Throne Room, where he slams against the opposite wall.


 * Moranonúngur - Please... please have mercy!
 * Antediluvian - There is no mercy.

Before Moranonúngur can recover, Antediluvian pulls his acolyte toward him and shoots blindingly hot lightning out of his fingers, torturing Moranonúngur with agonising pain. After five seconds of what seemed like an eternity for Moranonúngur, Antediluvian relinquishes.


 * Moranonúngur - Master... I searched it's... mind. It's called the... Licent.

Antediluvian's eyes widen.


 * Antediluvian - The Licent... That means that... he can retur-

Moranonúngur gathers himself and bows.


 * Moranonúngur - What does this mean, master?
 * Antediluvian - Be silent. You have been exonerated.

Antediluvian waves his hand and Moranonúngur vanishes, leaving the Emperor with much to think about.

Hail the Aedile
Overview= Geleriva had been called from Delsacria to visit the shipyards of Orsolmera some thirty light-years away. It was here, in orbit, that a new project was underway. Upon arrival she was guided around the docks by the foreman and was given a tour of one of the more complete versions of the cruiser.

She was impressed at how the newly-dubbed Aedile-class had combined both Cyrannian and Draconid design aspects. As she was guided to the bridge she had many questions, due ot her status the foreman was obliged to tell her what he could. Geleriva felt proud at the combination; chief of which was the Oligarchy's use of modular components and fittings, these new ships could last a thousand years and still compete gainst the most modern designs simply because every square inch was designed to be easily-replaceable.

After a few hours, Geleriva approached the foreeman and demanded for an increase in production in order to be ready for involvement with the Carindes campaign. Not wanting to dissapoint her, the foreman nodded. PLeased with the results however, she whispered to her aide about the possibility of other designs. Feeling confident that the design features she had brought over would revolutionise the Imperial war machine.

Dialogue= Gelariva arrived at the shipyards orbiting over Orsolmera, she is approached by the shipyard's foreman.

Foreman - ''Mandator! This is an unexpected surprise.'' Geleriva - ''I am here on official state business. I gave your shipwrights a few plans, I sincerely hope they deliver!'' Foreman - ''Yes magistrate. We have worked hard but, would you care to see the fruits of our labour?'' Geleriva - Get on with it.

The foreman nodded and he led her through one of the mroe complete designs.

Foreman - ''...Ceramic nanotube-tungsten alloy given regenerative qualities through in-house nanotechnology, fully modular component systems, redundant drive sytems, lateral thrusters, and my personal favourite: Gold trim on the bulkheads for that little touch of class. We call this project the "Aedile".'' Geleriva - ''Very impressive. Very impressiv indeed, what did these cyrannians provide?'' Foreman - Turbolasers, nano-alloyed framework, thruster designs and a wormhole drive. Geleriva - You mean, this ship doesn't need stationary wormholes? Foreman - ''A beautiful idea isn't it? Such designs would sell for a fortune on Dranvaman markets.'' Geleriva - Yes yes, are you sure it is not too much of a drain? Foreman - These Cyrannians are advanced, certainly, but we gave their technicians a little kick when it came to efficiency. Geleriva - I commend your shipwrights foreman, I can see imperial tradition has rubbed off on you well. Foreman - The best is yet to come, my lady.

The foreman guided Geleriva onto the bridge. Unlike most ships, this one was deep inside the ship. Her eyes widened, impressed with what she saw.

Foreman - I despised the way these imperials figured it was a good idea to--

He was grabbed by Geleriva's escort and forced up to her snout, she was rather unimpressed with his comment.

Geleriva - Watch your tongue on our hosts, foreman, or I shall redact your commendation, perhaps even your career! Foreman - ''I'm sorry mandator! I was only pointing out how much of a flaw it was to build the command centre on a section seperate and exposed from the core of the ship.'' Geleriva - ''Differrent ideals, different philosophies foreman. I hope that is all the disrespect you will dish out!'' Foreman - ''Shipbuilding is an art... mandator. I was merely expressing my opinion!'' Geleriva - Let him go.

The foreman fell to his knees and thanked Geleriva. He stood up afterwards and looked at the guards.

Geleriva - ''I have a request for you, foreman. I want you to upscale your production. We have an influx of eager new recruits, we need ships to contain them on.'' Foreman - We are already focusing three-quarters of our capacity on this one project... Geleriva - ''Then you have room for a little more building work. If you are so afraid of your workload I can always request other shipyards to do some work.'' Foreman - That would be helpful but, please, leave this to me.

Geleriva nodded. Se paid her respect to the foreman and left the bridge, leaning to one of her aides as they went down the hall.

Geleriva - ''Keep a note, if this new ship class succeeds, then we may as well prepare to make other designs. Perhaps something even more intimidating than this.'' Aide - I will keep note, mandator.

Glory for the Basileus
Overview= Several months before the beginning of the Outer Rim War, Grand Mandator of the Core Worlds was appointed the Empire's first potentate by Emperor Antediluvian himself. This act infuriated the former second in command of the Empire, Grand Mandator Tyranus of the Outer Rim to no small extent. Secretly, Tyranus plotted to end Aeresius' life and regain his lost power, however, he soon realised that such an act was not good enough. He wanted to be Galactic Emperor. And was the only being standing in his way.

As the second week of the new year began, Tyranus began preparing for his coup d'état in a secret office deep in the reaches of, away from Antediluvian's spies. He summoned his ally, the demon in the hope of enlisting his powerful demonic powers against the Emperor. Mar-Júun immediately agreed that the should be the masters of the galaxy but was unsure about what his master  would think of the destruction of Antediluvian. Tyranus convinced him that his master would surely reward him for destroying a potential rival. Ultimately, Mar-Júun agreed to help Tyranus overthrow the Emperor, proclaiming that the Basileus would finally reign supreme.

Dialogue= Tyranus sits in his hidden office in the low regions of the city. Mar-Júun enters his office and approaches Tyranus.


 * Tyranus - Greetings, Mar-Júun.
 * Mar-Júun - Greetings, Imperator. Have you summoned me?
 * Tyranus - Yes. I notice that you refer to me as Imperator, rather than my Imperial title. I believe our people are at a crossroads.
 * Mar-Júun - I'm sorry. I'm used to calling you by your Basileus title.
 * Tyranus - Do not apologise. When I joined this Empire, I thought our people would finally be this galaxy's rulers. It appears I was wrong.

Tyranus stands up.


 * Mar-Júun - Well, if you want my opinion, it looks like the Libertus scum are taking over. What's up with that Aeresius guy? Why did he take your place?
 * Tyranus - Antediluvian... has betrayed my trust. I want him removed from power. He is the one thing who stands in our way to glory!
 * Mar-Júun - Are you saying...we should overthrow him?
 * Tyranus - Yes. And I know I can bring other Mandators to my side. I am quite sure your master would reward you for ending a potential rival.

Mar-Júun looks surprised.


 * Mar-Júun - ...You know of my master?
 * Tyranus - I know you are allied with demons. I can guess your true affiliation.
 * Mar-Júun - Well...this has become extremely awkward. But I assure you, I am still fully loyal to our race...And maybe you are right. Getting rid of Antediluvian would surely please master Shu'owkerama.
 * Tyranus - So, you are with me?
 * Mar-Júun - I am.
 * Tyranus - Good, my friend. In the coming weeks, I'll convince more to join my cause. Antediluvian's reign will end soon enough...
 * Mar-Júun - The Basileus will finally reign supreme, as they have been destined to!

Bounty
Overview= Deep within the, the massive Dreadnought Executor hung in orbit over the Rambo Capital. Its commander, the fearsome began pacing the command platform before finally stopping. He scratched his chin for a moment and walked over to a holo-table. Typing some information into the holoscreen, an image of appeared.

Zillum greeted the infamous bounty hunter and told him that he needed somebody dead. Gausia accepted the bounty upon hearing that the credits rewarded for the successful elimination of the target were nothing of extreme, with Zillum having a great deal of money locked away in hidden vaults across Imperial space. As soon as Zillum pressed a tab on the holoscreen, details of the bounty appeared before Éaltar. The deadly assassin was momentarily shocked at who Zillum wanted dead, but agreed to carry it out.

Dialogue= Zillum is on the bridge of the Executor, overlooking the Rambo capital. He walks over to a holotable and contacts Éaltar Gauisa.


 * Zillum - I am in need of your services, bounty hunter.
 * Éaltar Gauisa - Well. Not often I have a Supreme Commander contacting me. What do you wish from me?
 * Zillum - I need someone dead.
 * Éaltar Gauisa - And who would that be?
 * Zillum - Oh, I am sure you know of my target.

He presses a tab and the details are sent to Gauisa. Gauisa looked at his screen, scrathing his chin.


 * Éaltar Gauisa - I see...It should be done quickly and easily, but a target like this requires a substantial bounty...
 * Zillum - Credits are of no concern. You'll get your money when the job is done.
 * Éaltar Gauisa - In that case, consider it done.
 * Zillum - Good. I'll contact you when I hear that the target is neutralised.



Long Live the Republic
Overview= A few days later, the Imperial Senate met to discuss the ongoing conflict with the and the possibility of an open war against the. After three hours of endless discussion, Senator took to her platform, which floated in the centre of the chamber. Many of the senators watched intently while others, such as rolled their eyes when the known Republic sympathiser took to the stage. Despite that the other senators agreed to limit speaking out against the Emperor, Mirea gave a rousing speech, criticising the Empire's policies and reiterating her support of the Republic.

looked on with shock, Mirea had basically just outed herself as a rebel in front of the Imperial government. Mirea however, was clever and told the Senate that she was not a rebel and would use senatorial privilege to continue speaking out against the Emperor. Many of the senators were shocked, but none more so then Magalen, who confronted Mirea outside the Chamber when the session was completed. The senators discussed at great length about the future, with Magalen urging Mirea to go into hiding, knowing that the Empire would not accept such blatant criticism be heard.

To his surprise, Mirea agreed, though simply stated that the time for peace and discussion was over and that the Republic would rise again. Before leaving, she placed her hand on her heart and declared, "Long live the Republic". Smiling warmly, Magalen returned the gesture and wished her well.

Dialogue= Senator Mirea and Senator Magalen meet each other near a private senatorial landing pad. Magalen stops several metres behind his colleague.


 * Magalen - Have you gone insane?! We agreed we wouldn't speak out against the Emperor until the time is right!

Mirea turned around, her eyes flaring.


 * Mirea - That, Baloa, has led us nowhere. The time for discussion has past, and I shall not be apart of this despicable Empire any longer!
 * Magalen - But think of your world! Do you think Cruandai will fare well against the Imperial Navy?
 * Mirea - My people are of the same mind as myself. We have weapons and if the Empire refuses to acknowledge our sovereignty, we will not hesitate to use them.

Magalen sighed.


 * Magalen - Please, do not use violence yet. Go into hiding. Our movement is not ready to emerge yet.

Mirea contemplated her friend's words for a moment.


 * Mirea - Alright, fine. I will try to find like-minded allies in the Outer Rim. Who knows? Perhaps the Republic we dream of will be realised sooner then we think.

Magalen approached Mirea and placed his hand on her soldier.


 * Magalen - I wish you well my friend. Keep your eyes open.

Mirea smiled and walked away. For a moment she stopped, turned to face her friend and placed her hand on her heart.


 * Mirea - Long live the Republic.

Magalen smiled and returned the gesture. As he watched Mirea's shuttle take off, bound for locations unknown, he muttered to himself.


 * Magalen - Until we meet again.

The Licent's Decree
Overview= Deep in space, the greatest Tabornok (General) of the Dominion sat on his command chair on his flagship. Naticodoga was a military leader of the highest possible caliber and was primarily responsible for destroying species that failed to be fooled by the insidious infiltrations of the Bisistar. It was a quiet day for the Tabornok until a flashing display indicated that they were receiving a hologram from their new allies, the. Naticodoga pressed a key on his holoscreen and a hologram of sprung up. 'Adama was brief, insisting that the Tabornok join him on the Cognatus capital world of Cognalorilos. Naticodoga remembered his Queen's demand that any and all attempts to win favour from the Cognatus were paramount, and so he agreed to travel to Cognalorilos.

When Naticodoga arrived at the Cognatus Capital, he was escorted by a dozen guards to the Palace of the Gods, where 'Adama was waiting outside. 'Adama dismissed the guards and led Naticodoga into the Palace's throne room, where the new leader of the Cognatus awaited him. The Licent activated as soon as 'Adama and Naticodoga entered the room, his single eye gleaming. The Tabornok was shocked that an AI now led the Cognatus, but listened nonetheless to the construct's decree. The Licent spoke of a being of great power that was exiled long ago. It ensured the duo that should this being awaken, it would mark a new age for Cognatus and Bisistar alike and ultimately spell the defeat of their great rivals deeper in the Cyrannian Core.

The Licent spoke for a further two hours and when 'Adama and Naticodoga left the Palace, they had a feverous conviction to find the being lost long ago.



A New Acolyte
Overview= After convincing to leave Arvaad company behind,  had translocated the two of them to the grounds of the Imperial Palace on Orbispira. Tytho was awestruck by the scale of the planet she was on and Mezzadriel directed her attention to the palace, telling her Antediluvian was waiting at the very top. Tytho became nervous as they travelled towards an elevator to the top. She was nervous at the possibility that Antediluvian might decide to turn her down, send her back to the life she rejected. Mezzadriel reassured her that he was waiting for her arrival and would not have sent her if he had not been impressed by her abilities.

When the elevator stopped, Tytho was guided to Antediluvian's presence. He had his back to them when they entred, looking down into the city below. Both Tytho and Mezzadriel bowed in his prescence, he asked Tytho if she would renounce her old life in exchange for becoming one of the Apocolypta and, lothing her old life, she agreed. Upon agreeing, Antediluvian instructed for Mezzadriel ot act as Tytho's mentor. This pleased the young Ryketian hybrid as Mezzadriel had been one of her closest companions. The Miluiel approached Tytho and, placing a finger on the girl's forhead, sent a rush of energy that signified her rebirth into one of Antediluvian's acolytes.

With satisfaction, he told Tytho she no longer needed to feal fear and should no longer show mercy. He dismissed the two of them and they headed for the elevator.

In Depth= Mezzadriel and Tytho arrived in the grounds of the Imperial Palace on Orbispira.

Mezzadriel - Welcome to Orbispira, my sister. Tytho - It's....Its enormous.... Mezzadriel - It is but a symbol of Antediluvian's majesty.

Tytho looked about the skyline with her jaw wide open.

Tytho - Well...it looks like there are more than plenty of hiding places

Mezzadriel smiled and pointed to the looming Imperial Palace.

Mezzadriel - ''That is our destination, my sister. The seat of Antediluvian's power.''

A cold flush ran down Tytho's spine, the tall tower reminded her a little of the large corporate offices in the cities she visited as a mercenary.

Tytho - At the top? Mezzadriel - ''The very top. That is where Antediluvian dwells.''

Tytho gulped at the height of the tower, shuffling towards Mezzadriel.

Mezzadriel - ''Have no fear, sister. He is expecting us.'' Tytho - ''Right. I-i'll stay close...''

Mezzadriel and Tytho travel to the massive, opulent entrance to the Imperial Palace, its walls gleaming in the midday sun. Tytho was both impressed and frightened with the opulence of the palace. As they walked, she found herself huddling closer and closer to Mezzadriel. Mezzadriel placed her hand on Tytho's soldier and directed her to an elevator to the Imperial Throne Room.

Tytho - So...is this where I will be living now? Mezzadriel - ''If you so wish. You shall be surrounded by those who love and respect you for who you are.'' Tytho - ''I...feel like i'm dreaming. I'm going to wake up strapped to a lab table aren't i?'' Mezzadriel - ''That life is over, sister. Things are only going to get better from now onwards.'' Tytho - Well...You seem okay so far

While in the lift, the pressure got to Tytho and she hugged Mezzadriel's side tightly.

Mezzadriel - Do not fear my sister. Tytho - ''What if he doesn't approve of me? S-sure i've met with powerful men before but back then I knew there was always another about. A-and I had my brothers from Arvaad with me...'' Mezzadriel - ''I am with you now. And my master wouldn't have sent me to find you if he was not impressed.'' Tytho - Then...I guess he's different from the others I have met.

Tytho lowered her head, resting it against Mezzadriel's thigh and she smiled a little. The elevator suddenly stopped and its doors opened onto the Imperial Throne Room. Tytho kept behind Mezzadriel. She kept close, a little intimidated by the sheer scale of the room. Mezzadriel walked purposefully toward a tall, dark figure standing at the far side of the room. The figure had his back turned as he looked out onto the cityscape below. When Mezzadriel came close enough, she bowed and indicated to Tytho to do the same. She bowed, still standing close to mezzadriel for comfort's sake.

Mezzadriel - I have brought her, my master.

Antediluvian turned toward the new arrivals. Tytho stood straight, a chill rushed down her spine; she had never encountered someone so tall or so powerful before.

Antediluvian - ''Ah yes. Excellent. Your new life is about to begin, young one.'' Tytho - ''I am-- Honoured. Sir.'' Antediluvian - ''Do you accept that your old life is now forfeit? You will embark on a new journey.'' Tytho - ''My old life was terrible. Abuse, experimentation, a life I never wanted. Anything is surely better than that sir.'' Antediluvian - ''Excellent. Excellent. Now, you are a Warrior of the Revelation. An Apocalypta. I congratulate you.'' Tytho - Thank you sir. I am not entirely sure what this means for me but I will not dissapoint you. Antediluvian - Mezzadriel shall be your mentor.

Mezzadriel held up her hand and placed a single finger on Tytho's forehead. A rush of energy filled Tytho's body. She felt uneasy at the feeling.

Mezzadriel - You are reborn, Tytho. Tytho - ''it feels-- It feels good. Like I don't have to be afraid anymore.'' Antediluvian - ''You will know no fear. You will know no mercy. You are now Apocalypta.'' Tytho - ''I sahll nto hold back, my lord. For I have no reason to. I feel extremely grateful for this.'' Antediluvian - ''Good. Take your leave.''

Mezzadriel bowed again and walked with Tytho toward the elevator. Tytho's new life had begun.

Fall of Dhyrma
Overview= During a patrol of the Dhyrma Collective fortress world Omnyx, their Defense Fleet encountered three unusual energy signatures approaching the planet, which were identified as ships. Upon their arrival a transmission was received from one of the ships, claiming that they were from the, and that the Dhyrma would be assimilated and that resistance is futile.

Understanding that there was little to no chance of surviving a fight with the Neraida, Minister Anavar, the present leader of the Collective ordered an evacuation of every Dhyrma colony through a nearby spacetime anomaly in the form of a wormhole. Not know ing where it led, the entire surviving population of the Collective plunged into the unknown, clinging to the hope that it might be safer on the other side...

In Depth= The Dhyrma Collective Defense Fleet patrolled above the Dhyrma fortress world Omnyx when they picked up some unidentified readings coming from orbit. An image of a Neraida drone appeared on the screen. The transmission ended, the entire fleet was in shock. The trio of Neraida ships manage to destroy a majority of trhe hundreds of ships in the defense fleet. The entire Dhyrma Collective simultaneously evacuated through a predetermined spacetime anomaly. But they did not yet know where it went...
 * Captain Tanax - Minister! We're receiving readings from an unidentified energy signature in orbit!
 * Minister Anavar - I want those readings identified as soon as possible. We can't take the chance that they might be some of the  unidentified infiltrators.
 * Captain Tanax - Yes sir. Wait, we're receiving a transmission from a ship approaching our position.
 * Minister Anavar - Put it on the screen.
 * Drone 8821 - We are the Neraida Gigamatrix. Prepare to be assimilated.  Resistance is irrelevant.  You will be subjugated.
 * Captain Tanax - All ships! Take evasive action!  They're preparing to fire weapons!
 * Minister Anavar - ''Begin the evacuation! Signal every colony to initiate contingency plan Zeta-14!  We're leaving through the wormhole!



Concurrent Events

 * Lacrima a Vinyar: Near the end of the month Ramashe escapes Carnthedain Fortress with aid of an Elven Princess named Lourdes, together with aid of Riordan Rambertan they plan their escape from Carnthedain.
 * Hunt for the Zevian Skull: With aid of vice-admiral Ramtainus, Claire Rambo onboard the Suiliagothrond II defeat the Quadrantia Federation blockade of the Q82-Q21 wormhole.

The Treasonous Imperator
Overview= While the rest of the Empire was going as usual, and  were getting allies for their strike on the Emperor. They both knew attacking Antediluvian by themselves would be suicidal, so they spent their time gathering more Basileus to join their cause. The duo eventually found potential allies on two Basileus mandators, Santanan and Rachalia, and proposed the plan for them.

The two mandators, proud followers of the Basileus' speciesist culture, agreed on helping Tyranus and Mar-Júun, providing them with a significant number of Basileus Justiciars to aid them. The plan was to infiltrate on the Imperial Palace, ambush Antediluvian and strike him down. Tyranus smirked, he could not wait for a chance to show that Emperor who was really in charge of this galaxy...



No Longer in Exile
Overview= After her departure from the Empire, travelled across the galaxy in search for possible allies that could aid her allies in the seemingly inevitable rebellion against the Empire. After several weeks of constant searching, she landed on the planet Condooine. While there she overheard rumours of a large remnant of the original Republic deep in the. Suddenly, she remembered that the URC settled in the Quadrants many years ago, she just always assumed that the colonies became loyal to the Empire when it was formed. Excited about this development, she immediately hired a ship to take her to these hidden colonies. She approached a lone Cyrannian Serindia sitting in a bar known as and asked him if he could transport her to these rebel colonies. After she agreed to pay a hefty price, Mirea was on her way to the Quadrants aboard Rambertan's personal starship, the Eagle. Luckily for Mirea, Rambertan knew about ways to get into the Quadrants without attracting the Empire's attention by using secretive hyperspace lanes in the "Space in Between". When they arrived near the, Mirea sent a transmission asking for an audience with the current "Praesator", , but was instead directed to the small planet of Apatalore, where Count expected her.

When she landed on Apatalore, she paid Rambertan and thanked him for the transport. She then set out of Apaltar's beautiful, but imposing palace. When she arrived, she was escorted by a trio of guards to Apaltar's audience chamber on a large and richly decorated balcony. She approached the Count and shook his hand. The two discussed a possible resistance against the Empire, but the Count made it clear that he didn't support an armed rebellion, but rather, a peaceful struggle to restore the Republic with the aim of co-existing with the Empire. Mirea eventually saw Apaltar eye-to-eye and agreed with his staunch opinions on the matter. When she left the Count's Palace, she did so with a powerful ally.

Dialogue= landed on Apatalore and headed toward the beautiful, but imposing palace of the planet's Count,. When she arrived at the Palace, she was escorted by a trio of guards to Apaltar's audience chamber on a large and richly decorated balcony. She approached the Count and shook his hand.


 * Mirea - Count Apaltar. It's a pleasure.
 * Apaltar - The pleasure is all mine, Senator. I'm surprised you could locate us in these uncharted regions of the .
 * Mirea - ''I'm afraid I'm no longer a Senator, Count. I resigned because of the Empire's tactics of late.
 * Apaltar - I am sorry to hear that, Ms. Mirea. How can I help you?

Mirea rested her hands behind her back.


 * Mirea - I'll skip right to the chase, Count. I am a member of a movement that includes some of my former colleagues in the Imperial Senate that wish to see the restoration of the Republic. As one of the leaders of the largest remnant of the Republic, I was hoping I could count you as an ally in this crusade to restore democracy to Cyrannus.

Apaltar took all of this in and sighed.


 * Apaltar - If you are looking for the leader of our Exiled Republic, I'm afraid you have the wrong person.
 * Mirea - I was told about Praesator Adelheidis. She was unavailable.
 * Apaltar - Gallivanting with Andromedans, no doubt.
 * Mirea - Regardless of your position within this Remnant, your aid would be appreciated and would go a long way to restore the Republic.

Apaltar's reply was brisk and to the point.


 * Apaltar - I have no interest in starting a war. Yes, I want to restore democracy, but not if it means the deaths of millions. I will help you achieve your goals with peace not armed rebellion.
 * Mirea - Armed rebellion might be the only way.
 * Apaltar - No madam, there is always an alternative. It is my goal to coexist peacefully with the Empire and forgive me, but that should be your goal too.

Mirea thought about Apaltar's statements for a few moments.


 * Mirea - Heh. You remind me of Apollo. Fine, Count. We will play it your way. I will need to report back to my allies in Cyrannus, but can I tell them we have your support.
 * Apaltar - Yes you can. I shall remain in contact.



Caprican Turmoil
Overview= The weather was dreadful in Caprica City. It had rained for several days without any end in sight. In Apollo's apartment, watched over her children while reading the latest news stories from across the Gigaquadrant via the HoloDomain. With her husband off on some adventures in the, she remained on Caprica with her very unusual family. In the living room, (complete with a new appearance) threw sticks out of the window at passersbys on the streets below, while in the kitchen, the  was trying his hand at "cooking" by materialising meals out of thin air. Gianne walked to the kitchen and asked the Adjunct to watch over the teenagers while she went for a short walk. The ancient AI happily agreed.

As Gianne left the house, she was unaware that she was being watched. Perched atop a nearby building was who watched as the young  walked through the rain. Suddenly, he pulled a trigger and a shot rang out.

The streets below were left in chaos. The Imperial Guards of Caprica City were quick to cordon off the street and tried to look for the assassin, but Gauisa was long gone. High above, Kara and Laoi waited in the apartment for several hours waiting for their mother to return, ignorant to the reality that their mother was gone. Within four hours, an Imperial Stormtrooper clad in red armour (with his helmet removed as a sign of respect) arrived at the apartment. When Kara answered the door her eyes widened, she automatically knew that her mother was dead, but refused to believe it. Her brother meanwhile didn't say a word, paralysed with grief. Both the Adjunct and Gorf remained solemn.

The next day, Laoi, Kara, Gorf, the Adjunct and Tigarlu were brought to 's condo a couple of miles away. He promised the unorthodox family that he would stop at nothing to find the perpetrators behind the murder of Gianne Inviá. However, now he had the uncomfortable task of informing ...

The Infiltrator Discovered
Overview= had been watching Senator Daleigh closely for a while now. He was not acting the same since the New Ermitant Republic had arrived in Cyranai. He was being so seclusive, so secretive about everything, which was very not unlike him. President Milinitt was too busy with presidential affairs to notice, but Nondarrrt decided to settle his suspicious once and for all.

Nondarrrt spied on Daleigh for an entire week until he noticed the Senator leaving the government palace and going to the forest near it. To Nondarrrt's surprised, a spaceship appeared in the forest, apparently cloaked from view before, and Daleigh entered it. Nondarrrt followed, trying to not make any noises, and watched the senator from behind a wall. It was then that Daleigh's form changed entirely, becoming a tall, skinny, reptilian creature. . Nondarrrt watched in terror as the worked on a computer terminal, having a conversation with what apeared to be his superior. However, Nondarrt fell over, causing a loud slam.

Catulus sharply turned around, and his face turned into a shocking expression as he saw Nondarrrt. As Catulus let out a loud "Frak.", Nondarrrt got up and ran the fastest he could. Catulus roared and chased after Nondarrrt, but could not get to him before he escaped the spaceship. Nondarrrt ran off to Milinitt, and Catulus ran off to his terminal. He had to escape and warn the Queen immediately.



A Sad Reunion
Overview= When Ramashe returned from her captivity at Carnthedain she was informed of the death of Gianne Inviá. Saddened and shocked she tried to contact the late Gianne her children. Ramashe was unable to reach them however and she grew worried.

Two days later, both Laoi and Kara had travelled on their own to the Rambo Capital where they arrived on a special section of the Royal Palace- only designated as arrival place for the closest of the Royal Family. When Ramashe met them, Laoi bursted out in tears. Kara looked up to Ramashe, who for a moment was stunned and not sure what to do. Ramashe soon re-gained herself and comforted both Laoi and Kara and brought them within the palace. Showing them their bedrooms she told the two children that the Royal Palace was their home as long as they wanted- and that she would try to contact Apollo who was gone on some adventure in Andromeda.

Ramashe also contacted Senator Magalen that the two children were safe at the Royal Palace, much to his delight. Magalen asked if both Gorf and the Adjunct were also allowed to live with them at the Rambo Capital, as the children were very close to them. Ramashe agreed and dispatched a ship to retrieve them from Caprica. Later that night she checked upon both Laoi and Kara, while Kara was a sleep Laoi had difficulties sleeping. Sitting at his bed, Ramashe cuddled him until he fell a sleep too, though Ramashe couldn't wonder where Apollo was.........



New Political Allies?
Overview= A few days after Laoi and Kara settled themselves at the Royal Palace, Ramashe returned her attention back to politics. The Rambo Senate was happy she was back, and kept the peace and stability of the nation while she was gone. Yet the politics with Grand Mandator Garlboz also had to be continued, something she loathed and disliked.

Overthinking some perchments- Ramashe was informed of the arrival of a high official from Cyrannus who wished to have an audience with her. Surprised Ramashe made all preperations and granted the official' wish. To her surprise it was the Corthrinus emperor, Savra XII.

He talked with Ramashe about signing a treaty of trade, which would benefit both their species. Knowing Ramashe couldn't refuse such an offer, Savra continued to tell how the Rambo had a weak position within Cyrannus and that they only had trade and commerce with Caprica. He also asked her if they could become politician allies, to help eachother against the dirty politics at Orbispira.

Ramashe raised her eyebrows and smiled. It seemed Savra was well aware and was telling the truth. The Rambo had a weak position at Orbispira and little trade and commerce in Cyrannus. Perhaps aiding eachother was benefital at all. Ramashe nodded and told Savra they could sign the trade contract at once. Savra, pleased that it went this easy made a remark how beautiful Ramashe was for avian species- something Ramashe had to blush for and that he shouldn't flatter her. Yet she had to admit for a Capricornian he is quite charming and gentle.

Afterwards Savra returned for Rinus, pleased that the first stage of his plan against the Mortalitas had succeeded. With this trade treaty he was now the only one besides Caprica who had trade and commerce with the Rambo, opening new trade for his people in Cyrannus who could sell Rambo products for high prices to other species who weren't so fortunate with allies within the Senate, this way those species became independant of the Corhtrinus and would give him his support in decisions he could claim could lower his trade prices. This way Savra could show the Corthrinus might and nobility of his race- giving him more influance and respect amongst the Senate and Mandator Council. And with Ramashe as a possible politician ally, he gained an advance over Moch-Na who didn't had mighty allies.

while Ramashe and Savra had their conversation, unaware to both- Kara had overhead them and feared the Corthrinus as her father told her stories about them. Whenever her father was to return, she had to tell him so he could Ramashe about the dangers of the Corthrinus.

Dialogue=
 * Savra: "Goodmorning your grace. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
 * Ramashe: "The pleasure is all mine your highness. To what honour do I have to welcome you to my palace?"
 * Savra: "Politics my dear, urgent politics I need to discuss with you."

Ramashe looked surprised, she wasn't really familiar with the Corthrinus Emperor and unsure of his intentions. Noticing the look on Ramashe her face, Savra replied with kindness.


 * Savra: "No need to worry Empress Ramashe. I come here to discuss a possible trade treaty with you. My people need a boost of economy, as well as yours I presume and it would be benefital for both of us."
 * Ramashe: "I agree noble Savra, but I feel there is something more to this visit than a treaty of trade?"

Savra chuckled, his informants were right that this Serindia empress was clever enough to notice things and replied in a whisper.


 * Savra: "Indeed, not only for trade I come here. I think you are aware that there are dirty politics being played on Orbispira."
 * Ramashe: What would that matter for my Nation?"
 * Savra: "Well, first of all you are a "protectorate" of the Empire and as such our races both fall under the authority of the Emperor. And I am well aware that the Rambo have a weak position at Orbispira due to their Grand Mandator protection. Ever since you signed the Concordat you Rambo have little trade and commerce in Cyrannus, except perhaps with your colonial sector and Capria. I am here to open new trade ways, and perhaps we could become friends in politics. We could help eachother."



End of a Tyrant
Overview= After months of preparation, of the, as well as the demon  and two other Basileus Mandators, Santanan and Rachalia were ready to launch their ultimate plot; the overthrow of , emperor of the , thus bringing about Basileus rule. Meeting in Tyranus' office deep in the caverns of the Imperial Capital, the four traitorous Basileus had no idea that they were being watched.

Just as Tyranus had finished explaining the chain of events that would need to transpire if they had any hope of toppling the Emperor, the sky began to darken. Rachalia dismissed it as a coming storm, but it soon became clear that this wasn't the case. Suddenly, the door to Tyranus' office disintegrated. Before the Basileus could have time to react, a towering dark figure translocated directly outside the office and stepped inside. The Basileus' eyes widened, and Mar-Júun pulled out his blades. Tyranus' guards moved to apprehend the figure steeped in darkness, but were flung across the room by a surge of energy.

The Emperor had arrived.

Rachalia and Santaran stepped back, but Mar-Júun kept with his blades on his hands. Without a single gesture or movement, Antediluvian lifted Rachalia and Santanan into the air and slammed them together at a tremendous speed. All that was left was dust. The Dark Lord took two steps toward Tyranus, who appeared calm and collected, sipping a cup of Basileus tea while instructing Mar-Júun to kill him. Mar-Júun extended tentacles out of his back and charged at Antediluvian's back in an attempt to stab him. Antediluvian turned and physically grabbed the demon by the neck, crushing it slowly. Torrents of excruciatingly hot lightning coursed through Mar-Júun before Antediluvian blasted him through the window. Mar-Júun let out a pained roar as he fell through it, crashing down into the endless city below.

Tyranus had fear in his eyes for the first time in his life, but remained defiant. He claimed that nothing Antediluvian could do would stop the Basileus from gaining control over Cyrannus, but the Emperor disagreed and ended the Grand Mandator's life.

Dialogue= Tyranus gathered Mar-Júun, Santanan and Rachalia to his office hidden deep on Orbispira for their final meeting.


 * Tyranus - Thank you for coming, my friends. Our people's moment is at hand.
 * Santanan - Finally. Is everything prepared for the strike?
 * Tyranus - Mar-Júun?
 * Mar-Júun - Everything should be set by now. Just give me the order, I'm eager for this!

The sky darkened.


 * Rachalia - Hmm. It appears a storm is coming.
 * Mar-Júun - The only storm that matters is us storming on this "Emperor"!
 * Tyranus - Antediluvian shall fall this day and the Galactic Empire shall be replaced by a Basileus Galactic Order!
 * Santanan - Glory to the Basileus!

The door to the meeting place suddenly disintegrated. Faster than the blink of an eye, a towering dark figure appeared at the doorway. The Basileus' eyes widened, and Mar-Júun pulled out his blades. Tyranus' guards moved to apprehend the figure steeped in darkness, but were flung across the room by a surge of energy.


 * Rachalia - What is the meaning of this?!

The figure stepped into the light, revealing the Galactic Emperor.


 * Antediluvian - Am I interrupting?

Rachalia and Santaran stepped back, but Mar-Júun kept with his blades on his hands. Without a single gesture or movement, Antediluvian lifted Rachalia and Santanan into the air and slammed them together at a tremendous speed. All that was left was dust. The Dark Lord took two steps toward Tyranus.


 * Mar-Júun - Damnit...!
 * Tyranus - Ah. Your majesty. So kind of you to join us on this fine evening.

Antediluvian tilted his head slightly. Tyranus took a sip from his Basileus tea.


 * Tyranus - You may have found out how to levitate individuals, but as you shall soon see. You are no match for a warrior of the black fog. Mar-Júun, kill him.

Mar-Júun extended tentacles out of his back and charged at Antediluvian's back in an attempt to stab him. Antediluvian turned and physically grabbed the demon by the neck, crushing it slowly. Torrents of excruciatingly hot lightning coursed through Mar-Júun before Antediluvian blasted him through the window. Mar-Júun let out a pained roar as he fell through it.


 * Antediluvian - The demon will return to his master, Basileus. There is much you fail to see
 * Tyranus - You can kill me, but you will never destroy the natural born right of all Basileus to rule the cosmos!

Antediluvian smiled as he used his powers to lift the Grand Mandator into the air.


 * Antediluvian - Primitive kirus... Of course I will. Now... die.

With a loud snap, Tyranus' neck snapped under the pressure. The Grand Mandator was dead.



Family Reunion
Overview= After being defeated by Antediluvian,, unconscious, fell out of the meeting building. As Orbispira lacks a mantle and a crust, it took several hours until Mar-Júun came down crashing on a parked speeder, completely destroying it. Due to his demonic nature, the fall was not fathal, and Mar-Júun woke up, holding his head in pain and leaving the debris of the speeder. Before he could leave the area, however, a familiar figure appeared behind him: his brother.

Nirndal confronted Mar-Júun over his participation in the conspiracy, which Mar-Júun replied to with an air of arrogance and sarcasm. The two confronted each other over their family and the values of being a true Basileus, with Nirndal being disgusted by Mar-Júun's growing power-hungry attitude and his affiliation with. Irritated, Mar-Júun shifted into his demon form and attempted to attack Nirndal, who was too ashamed of his brother to tr to counterattack. However, he was stopped on his tracks by the Apocalyptan acolyte, who claimed his treason would not be tolerated. Mar-Júun scowled at the sight of the Marinox, who appeared eager to resolve the previous tie from their previous battle. Meketanor charged at Mar-Júun and slashed at him with his blades. Mar-Júun retaliated by attacking Meketanor with his own blades, which could not penetrate the Marinox's skin. He tried to use his Entropic Energy on him, but Meketanor's Apocalyptan energies suppressed Mar-Júun's powers. Meketanor delivered a kick into Mar-Júun's chest which stunned hiim, and then stabbed him on his back, causing him to fall on his knees.

Mar-Júun shouted in anger at both Meketanor and Nirndal. The acolyte exclaimed that Mar-Júun was banished from ever returning to the Cyrandia Cluster, and finished him off by decapitating him, his body disappearing in a black fog. Nirndal saluted Meketanor, but the Marinox looked back to him for a moment, and then walked up to him. A bright light shined out of Meketanor's eyes, which blinded Nirndal. When he regained his sight, Meketanor was gone, and he could no longer remember having seen him at all.

Dialogue= was falling for hours, the force of Antediluvian's throw knocking him unconscious. Finally, with an earth-shattering shud he landed on top of a parked speeder. Mar-Júun slowly woke up, holding his head in pain and made his way out of the crumbed sleeder.


 *  - Brother.

Nirndal was standing behind him. Mar-Júun turned back and glared at Nirndal.


 * Mar-Júun - Oh, good. You. This day is going on perfectly.
 * Nirndal - I assume from the tone of your voice that you are being sarcastic. I'm touched. Sometimes you act exactly like our idiot of a father.
 * Mar-Júun - Father was a great man, you disrespectful brat. He strived for what was true for the Basileus, unlike you, who goes around, working with these "lesser" species as if they were your kin.
 * Nirndal - Whatever. What were you doing falling from that height? Trying to fly?
 * Mar-Júun - It's none of your business.

Nirndal raised his brow.


 * Nirndal - Tell me you weren't part of that foolish conspiracy.
 * Mar-Júun - Heheheh...so you know of it?
 * Nirndal - The entire galaxy knows of it! That traitor Tyranus has shamed our people. He got what was coming to him.
 * Mar-Júun - Shamed? If anything, he has shown what a Basileus strives for more than anyone has ever done! Our people are not to be ruled, we are to rule over others!
 * Nirndal - ''And yet you are ruled by those... things. You are no Basileus!"
 * Mar-Júun - How dare you contest me? These powers are means to an end. They have given me unbelievable power! Power which I could share with all Basileus, but no, you decide to follow the orders of...whatever this "Emperor" is supposed to be.
 * Nirndal - Power!? At what cost? Culture, distinction, respect. These are the qualities that make the Basileus great. That is why you will never earn my respect, or mothers. You betrayed us!

Mar-Júun let out a roar and was engulfed in purple fire, before emerging as his true demonic form. Nirndal took a step back, a single tear rolling down his face.

Mar-Júun charged at Nirndal to attack him, but before he could touch him, a black sillhouette appeared in front of Nirndal, shielding him and sending Mar-Júun flying back. The sillhoette revealed itself to be the Marinox acolyte. Mar-Júun scowled at the sight of him.
 * Mar-Júun - I have become more than you will ever be. More than you've ever dreamed of! And if I must destroy you to prove it, so be it!
 * Nirndal - ...Monster. You are not my brother.


 * Meketanor - Your treason will not be tolerated, demon. At last, we shall resolve our previous draw.
 * Mar-Júun - Stand out of my way, fiend!
 * Nirndal - What in the...

Meketanor charged at Mar-Júun and slashed at him with his blades. Mar-Júun retaliated by attacking Meketanor with his own blades, which could not penetrate the Marinox's skin. He tried to use his Entropic Energy on him, but Meketanor's Apocalyptan energies suppressed Mar-Júun's powers. Meketanor delivered a kick into Mar-Juun's chest which stunned hiim, and then stabbed him on his back, causing him to fall on his knees.


 * Mar-Júun - Devourer curse you all!
 * Meketanor - Tell your master your kind is no longer welcome in my master's galaxy. You are to be banished, and never return!

Meketanor delivered a slash which decapitated Mar-Júun, causing his head and body to disappear in a black fog.

Nirndal performs an Imperial salute toward Meketanor.


 * Nirndal - Thank you, Warrior of the Emperor.

Meketanor looked back to Nirndal for a moment, and then walked up to him. A bright light shined out of Meketanor's eyes, which blinded Nirndal. When he regained his sight, Meketanor was gone, and he could no longer remember having seen him at all.


 * Nirndal - Ugh... What happened..

The Senator and the Mandator
Overview= Elsewhere on orbispira, Guolivian was finishing a meeting in the senate regarding more Neraida attacks within the Outer Rim. As he walked, called out his name. She approached him and, acting friendly and polite, peeked his interest in matters relating to the Draconis' social standing in Cyrannus.

Despite mentioning her opinions on Potentate 's attitude towards, Guolivian agreed that the prejudices against her species needed to be crushed.

In a naive manner, Gelariva asked him if there was any way standings could be improved. Secretly disappointed that she was expected to be nothing less than a fully-commited servant of the Emperor in the eyes of her detractors, and learning that many of her opponents ignored the 's order-bringing efforts in Andromeda in favour of the Empire's own actions. She nonetheless formulated a plan of action, thanking Guolivian for his time. Before she left she asked Guolivian to pass on the good word of the Oligarchy's efforts. To wich he understanably accepted. Once agreed both travelled their separate ways. Once clear of Guolivian, she formulated how to earn the respect of her peers and called for an attendant of hers to organise a meeting with Mandator Nenabie of Nex.

Dialogue= Further near the surface of Orbispira. The Senate had just finished a session regarding recent Neraida attacks in the Outer Rim. After the meeting finished, Guolivian walked out of the Senate Chamber. Taking a few paces down the corridor he heard someone behind him calling his name.


 * Gelariva - Senator Guolivian? May I have a word?

Guolivian turned around sharply and raised his brow. he saw walking up with a friendly smile on her face. She stepped up to Guolivian and nodded her head in respect.


 *  - Of course. Can I help you?
 * Gelariva - I am Gelariva Delsacrian, senator. A mandator from the Mid Rim. As I understand it you hold a certain degree of respect for my species. Is this true?
 * Guolivian - Yes indeed Mandator. I have enjoyed my visits to the Imperium and have made some rather close friends there. Is there something I can help you with?
 * Gelariva - I worry that to some, I will not point out names, do not fully appreciate my peoples' efforts. It has been three years since some of us joined th empire but it is a little upsetting that there are those who do not see us as equals.
 * Guolivian - Unfortunately, this behaviour does not surprise me. Nevertheless, I have noticed the Empire becoming gradually more cosmopolitan as the months have gone on. No doubt you wish to quicken this process.

Gelariva smiled in anticipation, masking it as a nod of approval.


 * Gelariva - You read me like a book, senator. I'm impressed.

Guolivian returned the smile and bowed slightly.


 * Guolivian - And I agree with you. That attitude needs to be removed from the equation.
 * Gelariva - I know it is difficult at times to change the minds of others. In fact I had heard of what the emperor's new Potentate thinks of the Paragon and while I have only met his majesty once, the potentate's behavior regarding all the highlords was...disgusting.

Gelariva cringed as she spoke her final words. As though the very sentence sickened her. However Guolivian scowled, his calm voice rose sharply as he commandingly responded to her.


 * Guolivian - You would be wise to show more respect to the Potentate. You may disagree with him as I have, in that particular case, but speaking against him will not improve your stance.
 * Gelariva - True, true. Not every politician is perfect but among my people, respect is highly prized. To show respect is just as important as to earn respect. The Draconis of the may be a race of warriors but we are not savage brutes.
 * Guolivian - Of course. What precisely do you ask of me?
 * Gelariva - I wish to ask if you think of anything that can be done to improve how others see my species?
 * Guolivian - ''Respect cannot be asked of someone, it must be earned. The first thing you could do that could improve your peoples standing is to develop friendships with your fellow officials, Mandators and Senators.
 * Gelariva - Which is why I came to you, senator. But my concern is that certain politicians may be blind to the efforts the Draconis have made to civilise Cirith Beleg.
 * Guolivian - They will not care for what your race have done in Cirith Beleg, however virtuous. Cyrannus is your new home, and they will expect you to show it.

Gelariva frowned at this news. Selfish politicians were something she detested as much as outright insulting authority figures.


 * Gelariva - So the politicans expect me to start fresh? How droll.

Gelriva sighed and rested her hand on her snout. Looking a little frustrated.


 * Guolivian - They will expect you to serve the Empire absolutely. Nothing else.
 * Gelariva - Fine. At least Karamus has been coordinating at several peacekeeping operations in the Mid and Outer rims. And I trust the senate approves of the nwely-launched Aedile-class Star Destroyer despite the outcome of its maiden conflict?
 * Guolivian - Oh, yes. If you are looking for potential allies, I recommend Mandator Nenabie of Nex. He is a friendly fellow, who is respected in the Mandator Council.
 * Gelariva - I will arrange a meeting with him when I can. I will keep in touch, Senator.
 * Guolivian - Good luck, Mandator.
 * Gelariva - Thank you senator. By the way is it too much to ask if you to put in a good word for the Oligarchy's efforts?.
 * Guolivian - I suppose I can see what I can do.
 * Gelariva - Thank you senator. I greatly appreciate it

The two of them bowed to each other and went their separate ways, as Gelariva returned to the Senate entrance she muttered to herself. A sly smile on her face as she walked, keeping it relatively concealed from passing senators.


 * Gelariva - So my detractors desire me to play the role of "good little pawn" do they? Hm, I suppose i'll entertain them with such a quaint little act.

As Gelariva exited the senate house she activated her communicator with an attendant on the other end.


 * Gelariva - Loricus, see if you can book an appointment with Mandator Nenabie and I transport to Nex. And be prompt, time is precious.

The Revelation
Overview= It was a stormy night in Caprica City. The ferocious waves in the bay masked the sound of a transport ship descending into the city’s primary spaceport. On board the ship was Apollo, who had just returned from the front lines of the Dominion War in Andromeda. The former President's mind was filled with thoughts of rejoining his family after a truly harrowing experience. Gianne herself was opposed to Apollo leaving to fight against the resurgent Xhodocto, but he remained adamant that he should fight for the greater good. Nevertheless, as the adventure went on, Apollo began to agree with his wife's assessment. After all, he was a politician, not a warrior.

When the final landing procedures were completed, Apollo donned his hood and made his way to his parked speeder. Upon entering the speeder, Apollo attempted to contact his apartment, only to receive no response. On his second attempt, to his surprise, it was not Gianne who answered, but a male voice, a voice he recognised. It was Senator Baloa Magalen, one of his former allies during his tenure as President. The Senator sounded heartbroken, simply asking Apollo to go to his condo instead. Immediately, Apollo knew what happened.

When Apollo arrived he met with Senator Magalen, who recounted how Gianne died. Apollo turned away and watched as the rain continued to pour relentlessly. Tears gathered in his eyes. Like the tumultuous clouds above, his mind became a chaotic mess while an overwhelming feeling of guilt descended upon him. Suddenly, his mind became clear. He turned on his feet, interrupting Magalen. “Where are my children?” Baloa walked over to Apollo and placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him that he sent them, along with Gorf, Tigarlu and the Adjunct to the Rambo Capital, where they now lived with their godmother, Empress Ramashe. A small smile broke on Apollo’s face, at least they were with someone who he trusted completely. Apollo cleared his eyes with a cloth, bowed slightly toward Magalen and rushed out the door. He was bound for the Quadrants once again.

A new player enters the game
Overview= The Regellis began exploring the Cluster with their cloacked vessels and their newfound allies the Bisistar. The Regellis soon found themselves in Quadrant 82, realising that expanding in this Quadrant would be very dangerous without allies and staging ground.

Soon, with aid of the Bisistar the Regellis found a perfect staging area, an area known in Q82 as the Unclaimed Territories where all kind of planet and species were living independant of eachother without interferance of Rambo Nation.

By mere luck they encountered the Icolian, who were also venturing beyond their borders in search rumors of temporal weapons of the Nation. The Regellis offered aid to the Icolian to provide them information, in return for a staging ground. The Icolian were capable of creating artificial wormholes and constructed one for the Regellis to stage their invasion and exploration of Q82 in the Unclaimed Territories.

Their first staging area was a station constructed at an astroid, embedded with a ai-wormhole to let ships travel between Regellis territory in Q89 and Q82.

Dialogue= Onboard the station captain Dralath looked amazed at the rate Regellis ships were pouring from the AI-worhole created by the Icolian. One Icolian was onboard to monitor the opening and safety of the wormhole. Satisfied the AI-wormhole was stable the Icolian prepared to leave.


 * Dralath: "Thank you Icolian Commander, for providing the Regellis with this new way of travel and entering point into Quadrant 82!".

The Icolian simply looked bored to the Regellis and turned his back to Dralath as the creature wished to leave the Regellis space station.


 * Dralath: "Wait, please! I could invite you for diner to express more grattitude. This wormhole gives us new oppertunities to enter the games of the higher powers! You aided us a lot, and in return we will search for these temporal weapons of Rambo Nation".

The Icolian turned at the notion of the temporal weapons. The Icolian stared at Dralath who feeled unsure, the Icolian simply spoke one sentence before departing, the words haunted Dralath as they were both his answer and a threat!


 * Icolian: "Be aware, deceit is intolarble".

Reunion
Overview= Apollo's shuttle flew down to the surface of the Rambo Capital. It was the first time he visited Rambo Nation since before the Great Cyrannus War and he was amazed with how much the planet has changed since then. Apollo's shuttle was given clearance to land on one of the Royal Palace' docking ports. Exiting his shuttle he was greeted by two Royal Guards who instructed him to follow them. Apollo nodded and followed the guards as they escorted Apollo into the Royal Palace- where he was brought before the throne of Empress Ramashe. To his suprise the throne room was empty and Apollo looked around while the guards left him. Seconds later a door opened and Ramashe approached Apollo. Apollo rushed over to Ramashe and hugged her warmly.

Ramashe looked into Apollo's eyes, a sad smile formed upon her beak. Apollo noticed the Serindia Empress' wings twitched nervously. Ramashe placed her hand at the side of Apollo face and stroked it. Apollo placed his head on Ramashe's shoulder and began to weep. Ramashe comforted her friend, telling him that a certain group of people wanted to see him. Apollo's eyes lit up as he followed Ramashe down one of the Palace's many corridors. Walking across a hallway, decorated with curtains, carpets, paintings and statues Ramashe stopped for a single door. She knocked on the door and spoke, telling the occupants that a special visitor arrived. When the door opened, Apollo was delighted to see that his children (as well as, Tigarlu and the were safe.

Apollo rushed into the room and hugged his children warmly while the Adjunct and Gorf jumped up and down in excitement. Ramashe leaned against the doorpost and smiled. She was happy Apollo had returned, as the children badly needed him. Ramashe turned around and left. While walking away she instructed a Royal Guard to aid Apollo and his children with whatever they wanted. The Guard nodded, though the Empress reminded him they were free to walk around the palace.

As Ramashe looked back, she saw that Apollo was smiling warmly. It was many months since he was this happy.

Dialogue= Apollo's shuttle flew down to the surface of the Rambo Capital. It was the first time he visited Rambo Nation since before the Great Cyrannus War and he was amazed with how much the planet has changed since then. Apollo's shuttle was given clearance to land on one of the Royal Palace' docking ports. Exiting his shuttle he was greeted by two Royal Guards who instructed him to follow them. Apollo nodded and followed the guards as they escorted Apollo into the Royal Palace- where he was brought before the throne of Empress Ramashe. To his surprise the throne room was empty and Apollo looked around while the guards left him. Seconds later a door opened and Ramashe approached Apollo. Apollo rushed over to Ramashe and hugged her warmly.


 * Apollo - I have missed you so much, Ramashe! So much has changed...

Ramashe looked into Apollo's eyes, a sad smile formed upon her beak. Apollo noticed the Serindia Empress' wings twitched nervously. Ramashe placed her hand at the side of Apollo face and stroked it.


 * Ramashe: I am so sorry Apollo.

Apollo placed his head on Ramashe's shoulder and began to weep.


 * Apollo: Thank you, my friend.

Ramashe comforted Apollo and whispered in his ear.


 * Ramashe: There are two children who really wish to see and need their father

Ramashe released herself from Apollo's hug and beckoned Apollo to follow her. Apollo smiled and followed her. Entering a side room she took Apollo up a flight of stair which elevated at least three floors. Walking across a hallway, decorated with curtains, carpets, paintings and statues Ramashe stopped for a single door. She knocked on the door and spoke.


 * Ramashe Children, you have a special visitor!

Ramashe opened the door and Apollo looked inside. In the room he saw his family.


 * Apollo - Children!

Apollo rushed into the room and hugged his children warmly. The Adjunct and Gorf jumped up and down in excitement.


 * Kara - Dad! We missed you so much!
 * Apollo - Likewise Kara! Did you behave yourself for your godmother?

Ramashe leaned against the doorpost and smiled. Ramashe was happy Apollo had returned, as athey needed him badly. Ramashe turned around and left, knowing Apollo and the children needed some private time. While walking away she instructed a Royal Guard to aid Apollo and his children with whatever needs they wanted. The Guard nodded, though the Empress reminded him they were free to walk around the palace, except in the restricted undergrounds.

As Ramashe looked back, she saw that Apollo was smiling warmly. It was many months since he was this happy.

Ousting Adelheidis
Overview= It was several weeks since last visited her new lover, leader of. During their last meeting, Adelheidis invited Crispy to her flagship in a secret area of space near the centre of the. After much thought, Crispy decided to accept her invitation. When his shuttle landed on Adelheidis' flagship, he was escorted by three guards to her command centre. When walking along a corridor on the way, he passed Count, who looked at Crispy with extreme suspicion. However, Crispy didn't seem to notice and continued along his path to Adelheidis. When he entered her office, Adelheidis sent the guards out and gave Crispy a warm hug. The two soon got down to business, discussing their plans to be the creators of a new universal Republic, one in which tyrants such as Tyraz Breek and Antediluvian would fall. However, as the conversation went on, Adelheidis revealed that before any such plan could go ahead, she would need to remove her political enemies from within the Exiled Republic, chief among them, Count Apaltar.

Little did she know however, their conversation was being recorded. After Crispy departed back to the Andromeda Galaxy, Adelheidis sat alone in her office completing some paperwork. Suddenly, she heard someone at the door forcefully. Before she could even react, three guards came charging into the room, surrounding the Praesator's desk. Count Apaltar casually walked into her office and placed a device on her desk. Adelheidis demanded to know what was going on, but she soon realised that her plan was foiled. Apaltar activated the device, which placed a recording of the meeting with Crispy, during which she plotted to assassinate the Count. Apaltar commanded the guards to take Adelheidis to a holding cell, where she would remain until her fate was decided. Adelheidis was dragged out of the room, screaming that she would have her revenge, however Apaltar simply ignored her and sat at his new desk.

The next day, Apaltar summoned the Republic's news service to the new capital on Apatalore where he announced Adelheidis' plot and her arrest. He also announced plans to contact and to seek recognition from the, thus ending hostilities between the two civilisations.

Home of the Gods
Overview= It was several months since the ancient AI known as the Licent assumed control over the. One of the Licent's first orders was directed toward the feared Shipmaster and the Tabernok of the, Naticodoga. The ancient AI ordered 'Adama to search the galaxy for the resting place of "an individual exiled long ago", who would supposedly lead the Cognatus to a new golden age. The Licent implied to the zealot that this individual was a living god, giving him a fervent passion to find the lost god.

'Adama searched the Unknown Regions of the galaxy for two months before finally arriving at one of the coordinates supplied by the Licent. 'Adama and his fleet arrived in orbit of a mysterious planet that was teeming with life forms. 'Adama slammed his fist on the side of his captain's chair; the fact that the planet was populated complicated their mission. Suddenly, an alarm began to flash on the bridge, fifteen small fighter-craft were heading toward the Cognatus Fleet on an intercept course. 'Adama stood to his feet and growled.

'Adama clenched and unclenched his mandibles. His concentration was broken by one of the nearby bridge officers, informing him that the approaching fighters just entered visual range. 'Adama nodded to the officer, indicating that he wanted to see his adversary. The viewscreen in front of the shipmaster activated, showing the approaching vessels. They were a sleek, small design with dark purple colouration while small lights winked on and off their hulls. Clearly an unknown class of vessel. Space around the two fleets lit up as the alien vessels began to swarm the larger Cognatus battlecruisers. However, the alien's polaron beam arrays were unable to cause any lasting damage to the Cognatus shields. Smiling to himself, 'Adama unleashed the full firepower of his massive flagship, eventually shooting down all fifteen vessels. Just as he was about to bombard the planet's population centres, he received a transmission from the surface. The aliens identified themselves as belonging to the "Pact", made up of two species, the administrative Draiocht and the warrior Hadran-Ari. 'Adama demanded that the Pact surrender unconditionally, a term the Draiocht agreed to.

Vos 'Adama soon made up way to the planet's surface, where he accepted the surrender of the Pact. The agreement stated that the Draiocht and the Hadran'Ari would surrender all their systems to the Cognatus in exchange for a comfortable standing in the Theocracy. However, the politics of the event did not interest the shipmaster, who began to scour the planet's surface for any signs of the ancient god. With the help of the natives, the location was soon discovered, but it would take some time before it could be accessed...



Children of Science
Overview= Samrrak had planned every detail of the attack. it would be the first strike to prevent the CyraEmp from invading the Troodontid Empire. From his base at the border of the Troodontid space he ordered eight Ai controlled ships to a near asteroid field where he had already put jamming systems that would prevent the Imperial Patrol calling for help.

As they did every day the Imperial Patrol moved through the asteroid field. The captains noticed the jamming, but mistook it for the natural jamming sometimes happening in asteroid fields. But this time two Ares ships approached them in the asteroid field. The Troodontid spaceships started firing, but the Imperial ships had already their shields up. Though both empires were not too far away from each other technology wise, the CyraEmp had the advantage of having much more advanced generators, giving them a fatal advantage over the Troodontids. While the Imperial shields took hardly any damage, the Troodontid shields soon grew weaker and weaker. By concentrating the entire fire on the left Ares, the patrol managed to destroy one of their attackers.

But unknown to them this was Samrrak's plan. He had never expected to manage to bring the Imperial shields down on his own. Instead he waited for the ships to do so on their own. Now that one ship was destroyed the Imperial officers concentrated on the remaining attacker and didn't expect any more ships to join the battle. Because of that they put their shield power on the frontal shields. This was the moment the remaining spaceships that had hovered over the battle and been hidden from the Imperial sensors waited for. Heavy laser fire and torpedoes hit the bridges of the Imperial ships. Only a few moments later the Imperial Ships were defeated.

After the victory, Samrrak ordered the androids to search inside the spaceship for any useable technology and weakness. As soon as the analyses were done, both the Imperial ships and the Ares were fully destroyed to cover up the attack.

Meeting of Mandators
Overview= 's private cruiser approached to orbit over. One of her assistants had arranged for a formal meeting with mandator and she had dressed herself in one of her Praetoral-style gowns in order to impress the mandator. She was translocated in front of her home and put on a smile as she approached the door. As she waited by the door, a Trucinex butler showed her inside, smiling as she walked into the hall. Nenabie, wearing a formal green suit, walked down the main flight of stairs and approached Gelariva. He smiled and with a gesture of his hand, motioned her into his office. Gelariva nodded and walked with Nenabie up into his office. Holding her dress so as not to snag it while walking up the stairs.

Before the meeting began, Gelariva attempted to appeal to Nenabie's vanity by complementing the majesty of his home. However, she was surprised by Nenabie's comment that in his opinion, it is the people inside a house that is important, not the material possessions within. As they entered the office, Nenabie made his way to his seat across a large desk, filled with pictures of his young nephews and nieces, while the walls surrounding them were filled with art pieces depicting historical events.

Gelariva sat down on a chair opposite Nanabie, looking out of the window in a somewhat dreamy-eyed fashion. The Mandators began to discuss their similarities based on how a minority of those in the Core look upon both their people with contempt, Nenabie because of his people's involvement in the and Gelariva due to her status as an extragalactic. The two discussed their common plight for several minutes before Nenabie began to imply that he would support Gelariva.

By the time the meeting ended, Gelariva stood up and bowed respectfully as she backed towards the door. Nenabie nodded and began reading his book. Gelariva gracefully left the estate, a sly smile spreading across her face after she made a few paces down from the front door. Meanwhile in Nenabie's office, the Mandator scoffed.

Dialogue= Gelariva's private cruiser approached to orbit over Nex. One of her assistants had arranged for a formal meeting with mandator Nenabie and she had dressed herself in one of her Praetoral-style gowns in order to impress the mandator. She was translocated in front of her home and put on a smile as she approached the door. As she waited by the door, a Trucinex butler showed her inside, smiling as she walked into the hall.


 * Butler - Welcome to Nex, Mandator. Mr. Nenabie will be with you shortly.
 * Gelariva - Your welcome is much appreciated. I thank you.

Nenabie, wearing a formal green suit, walked down the main flight of stairs and approached Gelariva. He smiled and with a gesture of his hand, motioned her into his office. Gelariva nodded and walked with Nenabie up into his office. Holding her derss os as not to snag it while walking up the stairs.


 * Gelariva - I can see you are a man of exquisite taste, mandator.
 * Nenabie - Oh, that's very kind. This home has quite a history, but I'm afraid I have only experienced a small portion of it for myself.
 * Gelariva - I have a slight passion for history. I've seen estates as expansive if not more back in the Imperium. Of course that's not why I am here, this world is indeed beautiful nonetheless. It's a shame when the grudges people bear of past events in history tarnish the beauty and worth even the most promising individuals possess.
 * Nenabie - Ah, I care not about the size of a home. It is the people inside that counts.

As they entered the office, Nenabie made his way to his seat across a large desk, filled with pictures of his young nephews and nieces, while the walls surrounding them were filled with art pieces depicting historical events.


 * Gelariva - Are you a man of history Mr. Nenabie?
 * Nenabie - I am a man of the present, Mandator. I learn from the mistakes of history and act based on my findings.

Gelariva sat down on a chair opposite Nanabie, looking out of the window in a somewhat dreamy-eyed fashion.


 * Gelariva - A smart man I see. To learn from history, to know how to and how to not judge. We are not entirely like our parents after all.

Nenabie chuckled and offered Gelariva some Trucinex Ale.

Nenabie shakes his head.
 * Nenabie - Tell me, why have you honoured me with a visit?
 * Gelariva - We are both in a similar predicament, our species have glorious histories, we share grand tales and we are proud of our heritages...something where some in this galaxy seem to ignore. Your people are distrusted for the actions of one politician, a mere spot on your nation's history. Whereas' mine ,despite the work we have done in Cirith Beleg, are looked down upon as barbaric outsiders.
 * Nenabie - The insolence! Rest assured Mandator, the majority of my people and indeed most of those in the Empire welcome your kind. Alas, an elitist few seem to work against the path of progress.
 * Gelariva - And an empire divided is an empire on the path to ruin. The desires of self-serving polticians is what caused the former "United" Republic to become bloated, fat and useless. I do not want that to happen to our glorious empire! Which is why I came to you.

Gelariva delicately grasped the glass of Trucinex ale and passed the rim of the glass under her top lip before sipping some of it down.


 * Nenabie - The Republic had its flaws, Mandator, but I grew to love it. It saved my people and I look back on it fondly. However, I agree with you. The Empire cannot fall under the watch of these so-called politicians.
 * Gelariva - We need to show the more ignorant politicians that cooperation is the best way forward for the Empire. Even with former enemies. You grew to forgive the acts of the Republic so why can a few politicians not reciprocate for your peoples' transactions?
 * Nenabie - A question I often ask myself Mandator. If you require my aid in ending this shameful attitude, then you have it.
 * Gelariva - May the Lifefather bless you for your compassion, Mandator.
 * Nenabie - May the One watch over you, Mandator. I hope to be in contact again with you soon.
 * Gelariva - Thank you. It gladdens me that not everyone here has discarded their sense of faith. it does have its benefits don't you agree?
 * Nenabie - I follow the One's teachings in all things. Without a doubt, it has benefitted me.

Gelariva stood up, taking a few more sips of the Trucinex Ale before placing it on the table. She bowed respectfully as she backed towards the door. Nenabie nodded and continued reading reading his book. Gelariva gracefully left the estate, a sly smile spreading across her face after she made a few paces down from the front door. Back in Nenabie's office, the Mandator scoffed.



Prisoner Release
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Consilium Rei Publicae
Overview= In the days after Count of the  contacted, Empress Ramashe decided to ask her friend  for a favour; to travel to the Exiled Republic and meet with Apaltar, thus ascertaining whether or not he was genuinely seeking peace. As Apollo's shuttle landed, he was greeted by Apaltar, who led him to a dining table. The two leaders began to discuss their grievances, with Apaltar claiming that the Nation didn't trust the Exiled Republic. Apollo however, managed to convince him that because of his friendship with Ramashe and the Rambo people, trust would be gained in time. Apollo also announced his plans to create a New Republic, but stated that it would be impossible without Apaltar's help.

The Count smiled and thanked Apollo in advance for his aid. He admitted he was glad that Apollo survived the Empire's pursuit of him but wondered how it could have happened. Apaltar admitted that in his eyes the Republic lost the on the day the Empire rose. For a new Republic they would need the loyal planets in Quadrant 82 to start.

As the two continued to talk about the future, Apaltar raised his glass and once again expressed his thanks to Apollo for helping his people. The former President promised Apaltar that he would try to organise a conference between the powers of the in order to fully reintegrate those loyal to the Republic with the political affairs of the entire Cluster for the first time in many years. Apollo stood up and shook Apaltar's hand, promising that they would remain in touch. As he began to leave, Apollo promised Apaltar that the Cyrannian Republic, or "Republica Cyrannica" would soon rise again!

Dialogue= travelled to the new capital of the, Apatalore. As his shuttle landed, he was greeted on the landing platform by Count, the new leader of the civilisation.


 * Apaltar: It is an honor to meet you sir! I have heard great stories about the famous President Apollo!

Apollo smiled and shook Apaltar's hand.


 * Apollo: It's a pleasure to meet you Count Apaltar!

Apaltar returned the smile and gestured Apollo to follow him into his residence. Upon entering Apaltar and Apollo were guided towards the dinner room and both the Count and Apollo were placed upon a table filled with delicious food and drinks.


 * Apaltar: I am pleased you have decided to visit us Mr. President. As you know our position isn't that strong, due to the Battle of Angforst and Adelheidis' politics. As such I am glad that such a foremost person, like yourself decided to honor us with your visit. I know for sure, that with your aid we could have peace with both the Empire and the Nation"

Meanwhile Apaltar brought out a toast to Apollo's health while awaiting his reply. Apollo smiled and took a sip of some wine, returning Apaltar's gesture.


 * Apollo: I'm glad you share my point of view, Count. I too see peace with the Empire possible. Perhaps together with the help of our Rambo friends, and our former allies of the Cyrandia Alliance, we can end this dark time for the galaxies and create a New Republic.

Apaltar nodded, but his face suddenly turned grim and he sighed.


 * Apaltar: There lies our greatest challenge. Both the Empire and the Nation are not really fond of us. Not to mention that we have heard terrible reports of other dangers looming within Quadrant 82's unclaimed territories. Like an presence, we hear many rumors about them. As well as rumors of the . According to our database they aren't really republic loving. As well as my recent contact with the Empress, recently, it was far from trusting. I really need your help in this Mr. President. I cannot do this alone. And we have to act fast before others will learn of our excistence. As for "our" Rambo allies, I believe only Senator Chuinaylia still is an ally of mine. "

Apollo took another sip of wine and pondered Apaltar's words.


 * Apollo - I understand your worries, Count. The Empress is a close, personal friend and I'm sure she'll see that you are genuine in your pursuit for a new Republic. As for the Empire, I have some contacts within it that will help our cause greatly.

Apaltar smiled.


 * Apaltar - Thank you for your aid, Mister President. I'm so glad that the Empire failed in capturing you. You really must tell me how when we next meet. However, I fear that I have a confession. I believe any hope of starting a New Republic in Cyrannus would be very dangerous. We need to start here, in Quadrant 82.

Apollo nodded and took a sip of wine.


 * Apollo - We will need to regain the trust of the natives of the Quadrants. It will no doubt be difficult, but not impossible. I will endevour to work closely with Empress Ramashe and the Rambo people in order to restore a sense of trust between the Nation and any new Republic.

Apaltar raised his glass in appreciation.


 * Apollo - I am going to organise a conference between the powers of the . Hopefully the Empire will agree to attend. We both want the same time, a Republic without a war, and it is through this conference that we shall achieve it.

Apaltar smiled broadly.


 * Apaltar - What an excellent idea! It will be the start of a new beginning for our people. You have my complete support.

Apollo stood up and bowed to Apaltar.


 * Apollo - Rest assured my friend, the New Cyrannian Republic is not just a fantasy. Before this year is out, Nova Republica Cyrannica will rise.

Apaltar beamed with excitement and promised Apollo that with his help, it was only a matter of time.



Cyranai Contact
Overview= After wandering in the Unknown Regions for two months, the remnants of the Dhyrma Collective who had survived the Neraida attack, encountered an Imperial fleet led by Mandator Moch-Na. Upon encountering the unidentified Dhyrma ships, Moch-Na sent a transmission, identifying herself as part of the, the largest civilization of the. The Dhyrma Head Minister Anavar was immediately intrigued by the existence of a large hyperpower and saw the potential protection it could offer against outside threats, like the Neraida. Moch-Na also quickly saw use for the large number of Dhyrma ships, which revealed that they held high potential if they were to enter the Imperial shipbuilding industry. She decided to invite the Head Minister and his advisor to land on the nearest colony to discuss terms of supply for the Dhyrma fleet, who's provisions were low after months of wandering. Upon arrival, the Mandator greeted the Head Minister and they began to talk. Early in on the conversation, the Head Minister asked about Imperial fleets and then proposed that the Dhyrma live in Imperial space. Moch-Na agreed, but she also told the Minister that their safety came at a price, and that the Imperial leaders had come up with a task for them...

Dialogue= The Dhyrma fleet was making it's way through Cyrannus at an agonizingly slow rate, to conserve fuel, but their supplies were running low and Head Minister Anavar became concerned about their few remaining supplies. However, he was interrupted mid-thought by his advisor, who spoke. The bridge officers and government officials on the Dhyrma Flagship became tense as the signatures neared. Once the ships came into visual range, the Dhyrma received a transmission, which the Minister answered. Moch-Na immediately saw a use for the Dhyrma, as they were obviously shipbuilders, and in their current state, they would hardly be able to refuse any offer she made. She decided to invite the Minister and his advisor to the Mortalitas planet a short distance from their location. There the three of them discussed details of the DHyrma's situation, but the conversation quickly turned towards questions about the Empire. The Mandator smiled, and decided it was the right time to allow the Dhyrma to join the Empire, which would give her more political power than the Corthrinus Emperor, and possibly get her closer to replacing the Saurornithanta as the Grand Mandator of the Unknown Regions.
 * Advisor - Minister, we're getting an alien signature on our short-range sensors.
 * Minister Anavar - Are they Neraida?
 * Advisor - No, they don't match any known signatures.
 * Alien - I am Queen Moch-Na of the Mortalitas. You have entered the space of the Cyrannian Empire, sovereign nation of the Cyrannus Galaxy.  State your intentions.
 * Minister Anavar - We migrated here from one of the satellite galaxies after we were attacked by the, and we have been migrating here for months. Our supplies are running low and we hope that you may be able to spare some food rations.
 * Advisor - So, would you say that the Empire holds the largest fleet in this galaxy?
 * Minister Anavar - Forgive the intrusiveness of my advisor's question. What he means by that is, could we count on the support of the Empire if we were in need to defend ourselves?
 * Moch-Na - If you were to live in Imperial space, under Imperial rule, you would be quite safe from the Neraida, and we could negotiate an agreement that befits both parties.
 * Minister Anavar - And what would you require as payment for this service.
 * Moch-Na - I'm sure Imperial command will be able to come up with a task for you...

Diplomatic Encounter
Overview= After Apollo met with, he decided to meet with former members of the in the hopes of gaining their blessing to reform the Republic and to invite them to a huge conference to discuss the rebirth of democracy in the. As Ramashe gave her blessing to Apollo, she commanded Captain Apanoida of the newly launched USS Excelsior to escort Apollo to wherever he needed to go. Ramashe also told her to respect Apollo's advice. Apanoida was delighted to escort Apollo, but didn't really want to await Apollo's "advice" in a combat situation.

To further her uneasy feeling, Apollo "advised" Apanoida and her crew to take him toward the border. After travelling through the wormhole connecting Quadrant 82 and 89, passing the colonial sector and the K-7 outpost the USS Excelsior approached the Hutter border. Apanoida was on the edge, she didn't like to visit the Hutters- due to the tensions that grew due to the Rambo's "protectorate" status of the.

As they neared the Hutter border, two Hutter ships decloaked, followed by a massive Veno'Cha-class, an adversary they couldn't hope to face alone. Just as Apanoida was about to open fire, Apollo interrupted her command and told her to signal the Hutter ship that they were on a peaceful mission and that he wished to speak to the Hutter ambassador. Apanoida looked with at Apollo with annoyance, but remembering Ramashe's orders, she complied and signaled her communication officer to signal the lead Hutter ship. The Hutter ambassador was annoyed that outsiders attempted to cross into their space, but agreed to listen to what Apollo had to say. Apollo managed to convince the ambassador that he came in peace and invited him to represent the Hutter Kingdom at a great Conference of the future of the. The Ambassador looked surprised and nodded, quickly ending the conversation.

His mission complete, Apollo and the crew of the Excelsior returned to Rambo space.

Dialogue= The USS Excelsior under the command of Captain Apanoida with on board nears  space.
 * Dialogue


 * Ensign: Captain, two Hutter ships; Raptor class decloaking at our port side!

Captain Apanoida looked surprised. At the same time she was informed that two ships decloaked at the starboard and one straight ahead!


 * Apanoida: By the Gods, that is a Veno'Cha class. Red alert, raise the shields! Target the ......

Suddenly, Apollo interrupts her.

Apollo: ''Belay that order captain! We are not here to wage a battle. We are here to wage diplomacy. Signal the ship that we are on a diplomatic mission and that we mean no harm. I would like to meet with their captain.''

Apanoida looked with great disgust at Apollo, but remembering Ramashe's orders, she complied and signaled her communication officer to signal the lead Hutter ship. With shields still down the four raptor classes advanced and locked on to the Excelsior with torpedoes at standby.


 * Apollo - No aggressive moves. The Hutters will be suspicious, but we mustn't provoke them.

Suddenly, a gruff voice sounded throughout the bridge and the Hutter captain appeared on the viewscreen.


 * Hutter captain: This is Hutter space, you are not welcome here Ramboidaes! We will let you turn around and let you live in honor of our old alliance.

Apollo steps in front of the viewscreen and bows to the Hutter captain.


 * Apollo - Greetings. I am Apollo of the Cyrannus Galaxy. I come in peace.

Much to Apollo's surprise the Hutters looked surprised as well. Suddenly the transmission was stopped with the Hutter captain and a new image appeared. That of the infamous Hutter ambassador.


 * Ambassador: Greetings Apollo, we will heed your words. Speak swiftly!
 * Apollo - Thank you Ambassador. I understand that many of your people hold ill feelings toward the natives of my galaxy when Emperor Antediluvian usurped power, conquered one of your strongest allies and devastating one of your innocent worlds. I seek a new beginning between our people the likes of which are similar to that of the Cyrandia Alliance of old.
 * 'Ambassador: Ill feelings? He betrayed the entire Cyrannia Cluster with it! Our resistance resulted in the devastation of Tigma IV- billions were lost in a single day by the General Zillum. For a new beginning much have to be done. But in honor of our old alliance, we will meet you in new discussion but we are not sure if we wish to be part of another Cyrandia Alliance. 
 * Apollo - Zillum is a sinister, evil man. He has long haunted my family and has scared the face of my home galaxy. I hope you realise that the evil actions of the Imperial Cyrannians do not represent those who want to rebuild peace and unity in the Cluster.
 * 'Ambassador  Hmph, very well. We will meet you when required- but no promises given. Now turn around before you are fired upon!
 * Apollo - One more thing Ambassador, when the time is right, could you attend a conference of the Cyrannia Cluster at these coordinates?

Apollo pressed a button one of the Rambo bridge stations and a series of coordinates were sent to the Hutter ship. The Ambassador looked surprised and nodded. With it the transmission ended and the four Raptor classes cloaked again.

Apollo turned to Apanoida and breathed a sigh of relief.


 * Apollo - That went well.