Galactic Legacy

An interesting month would be the way the Holy Protector would describe these recent events. With the first actual contact of an alien race as well as finding of many new valuable resources on many of the planets that have been colonized. It was all quite exciting. These 'Vurax' as they called themselves were very unique and exotic to the sentinels. All the evolution models that the sentinels had came up with had always predicted that the only species able to gain sentience would either be mammals or reptilians. Sentient insects were an oddity that they had never expected. Once word of this new species got to to the public, practically the entire species wanted to go and meet the newcomers and find out every little detail about them, some were even making plans to move to the planets of this new race despite the fact that no one really knew were they came from yet. In a way it was pandemonium. Things did quickly die down however, though the way the entire species thought was forever changed. Either way, The Holy Protector was still wary of these Vurax, he was still unsure about their intentions, and until he knew more about them, he could not let his people do anything concerning them.

In terms of research, outposts have found something termed "living metal". This name was a fitting description of the material as no matter what is done to it it will always try and retain its original forged shape. Even more interesting was the fact that the property did not activate until after it was made into a shape, meaning its original extracted form is not affected. The Holy Protector had immediately issued orders for plans to refit all of the navy's ships with a layer of this material for added protection. Another very interesting discovery was Luxio dust. This dust could turn deserts into fertile farmlands when it was being tested, and more was already being isolated and extracted for further use in the empire.

Elsewhere things were less interesting. The Navy's ships had built their respective outposts and where for the time being halted for the empire to collect itself, lest it collapse from over-expansion to quickly. A new ship was also ordered to be made. Roughly the same size as the Lookout and Shepard, this will hopefully help with the expansion and defending of the Sentinels territory. The time to make it was projected to be half a year at full production speed. Until all this finishes however, the Holy Protecter continued to gaze at the stars, he was surprised by the Vurax, and he continued to wonder what other surprises could show themselves.
 
The Artamentous sat idle behind the far moon of Sheanov IV, its crew ordered to maintain all forms of silence. None were to move about the all-but-invisible stealth destroyer, save for its captain and her bridge crew, and their personal attendance slaves. Anyone caught doing otherwise were jettisoned from airlock, and while that alone was not instant death for their kind, it was more than enough to ensure obedience. Avyka was having none of these xeno's games, and their constant pestering at communication was beginning to fray the end of her nerves, and for a female who could rip through Zorium with her bare hands, this was a dangerous game for anyone to be playing. The tap of her claws on her ship's navigation controls was punctuated by a sound of metal screeching against glass as she punched in a new heading for her darling ship. Seven degrees to port, twelve point eight seven zero seven degrees to galactic north, a new position that not only have the Keltan clan follow the orbit of the moon they were hiding behind, but also put them far enough out of the way to avoid the probe...but not by too much. Which, of course, was the Grandwraith's plan.

"Helm crew, follow the shadow closely, as closely as we can without being pulled into its gravity well. In the mean time, break the cloaking field and engage a low level tractor beam, coupled with a containment field and a sensor disruption wave. Medium frequency will serve. I want that...thing, whatever it is. I want to study it. Have it brought into cargo bay three, and have our best engineer slaves begin dismantling as soon as its brought aboard."

Quietly, the Keltans did as they were told, flitting about through the corridors with surprising grace for creatures so large and brutish. Almost as if they glided across the sleek metal flooring, rather than stomping as their gait would suggest.
 
(Skipping Arthus)

With then news of the destruction of the Manifest at the hands of an alien race known as the 'Sentinels' reaching the ears of the Vurax, Khebb now had more problems to deal with. More then half of his current council of 170 are now leaning towards an isolationist ideal, with a quarter of that half making plans to do war with the aliens. Khebb was of the opinion that the Vurax needed to have at least peaceful attitudes with the aliens, but with the pressure of the majority Khebb was nearly forced to close all talks of trade with all alien nations when he stated that the Vurax is now outnumbered on two fronts. He argued that they must not be be so hasty to make enemies, and should an alien force attacks Council space, the Vurax must be open to allies should the worst come to bare. His arguments weren't infallible but they were enough to shut down any talk of isolation from the larger galaxy. Still he must make the compromise that they must first focus on their people while making alliances with alien nations became secondary in the Vurax's list. For now they will solve their own problems, mine their own planets, and grow their own borders.

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With the Manifest in ruins, the Forge Master in charge of fixing the ship, Forge Master Drecs had much to do. He had the general engineering drones salvage and repair what they can, but they can only do so much. The finer and more complicated parts of the ship needed to be fixed by claw. Day and night he worked using an apparatus that allowed him to do delicate work on the Manifest's systems through the movement of his claws. When he would run out of metals, he would meet the Sentinals in person, escorted by a dozen Grunts and Pawns of course, to request the desired materials to fix the ship. When Drecs had the available time, he would visit the planet accompanied to see what did the planet needed to offer for the Council. It was rather difficult for him, as he needed to deal with many, many peering eyes observing him as he walked through the streets, escorted by Sentinel Guards. Still the attention was rather nice. The ship needed extensive repairs so it will take him at least 2 months to finish.
 
--K'duine System--Black site C053--
Gentle foot steps echo along the empty depths of a sickly lit hall way, rusted walls and stained floors wheeze out their abused colors in the broken light. Walking for what seemed like hours never turning off the worn thrall of worming pipes and shuffled steel plating welded to the ground without rime nor reason only to come upon a single door riddled with weapon damage, the back drop of a nasty yellowish light staining the door shakes as something behind them moves.

"ignore it, feed the slot that card they gave us" whistles out an unknown voice from the group.

"Yeahyeah" hums another as the shuffling of hands frees a glossy rectangle with some complex etching on its face.

The slot on the door eats the card and sounds out a horrid grinding as whatever was behind them goes away with a metallic clicking, it slides open after sinking into the room some fading out of sight as its drowns into the shadow of the room. Black abyss glares at them as subtle sounds of life hint to their being, A click sounds out as a hazy white light turns on to show a table surrounded by the silhouette of chairs.

"wont you sit?" A female voice ask from the darkness.

"Eh? Females?" the smaller man between the two others squawks out rudely while brushing his neck "Haven't seen one of em in a long while ehh? heh heheheh" The male to his right gives out an affirmative grunt as the one to his left ignores and sits down at the table. ". . ." The other two shrug and sit down near him as the metal on metal harmfully wounds the air as this unknown female pulls her chair out.

"why are we...here?" the male to the left ask softly as the male in the middle slams down his arm into the light showing off an arm of scars and meek alterations "Well--sugar-scales, ye'gonna speak? 'ell'us why ya brought us down to yer foken rusty tail shit show?" The male on the right once more just gives an affirmative grunt.

This unknown female slides into the light a single plain folder, opening it as a tactical overlay turns on with a fizzy electric hiss. "Hello, Welcome and thank you for coming. I take you are alert to the happenings in the past few months yes..?"

Male to the left leans in to see the over lay while petting his chin "We met with some aliens...right"

"Yes" The female snaps "These aliens are kind so far but have the power to change shape, many security problems with that alone, however, they command a lot of resources and technology we don't have right now and may need. we cant trade nor can we steal it..officially" The group sits back as the male in the middle speaks " So'tough tails sugar scales, da'hells you want us to do about it" Rattling fingers nails along the metal table.

Her hand peeks out from the shadows she sat and points to the folder as the tactical overlay changes to show the new System Zostrurn, images of the meeting of leaders and the Travel path high lights between ships and planets, plans for building an detailed info on security screening. Wire frame spheres of many colors branching out from forlan ships and Aysilian ships alike.

The females hand flees back into the shadows as she spoke "You--sirs Have been chosen due to your past pirating, you each ran a group of scum that abused the war time of the past to make a living off others. We want you to do it for us now. You will become Privateers for the Empire and...Give back to the...Our people."

The group of three men shuffle and look at each other, the man in the middle leched out of the shadows to dive into the haze white light on the table " And if we do this for ya...wha'do we get eh?"

A click sound is heard as the overlay changes to view three ships "You each will be rewarded with a highly customized ship, each made from the ones we impounded from you at the time of your capture. On the grounds you finish all mission objectives while keeping your anonymity you will be given full pardons and allowed to keep your ships."

"And the mission?" the man on the left ask

"You will go to the Zostrurn system, you will learn all trade paths, you will travel along their own systems and others then you will Capture vessels, Steal every thing you can when you can, Kidnap all aliens. Bring it all here for testing. Ensure you target both Aysilian and alien craft, you must not be linked back to official channels."

The male in the middle sits back as the two by his side looking speaking in silence, the male to the right rustles out his scratchy voice "...When ...do we start?"

--K'duine System--

Fleet en mass has marshaled at the edge of the system, New Qwyun FTL elements completed for interplanetary travel but wait on flux of goods from Forlan trade, Massing energy for Across system FTL jump.
65% repaired fleet and repainted.
Anti-alien technology, Counter Alien Technology hubs constructed within New Qwyun. Scientist and engineers in training. [Only on Forlan, Still no physical samples yet]
--Zostrurn--

LRMB Dreadnought, 600 gunships, 800 Shield craft Pull out of the system and FTL to System Sutune. Construction of trade lanes, General public shipyard contracts are now open. Trade floor, free market and other servicing platforms still under construction.
--System Gufleyturn--

Formal Mining operations starting on Gufleyturn II, Civilian contract workers inbound, RLV[Reusable launch Vehicle] orbital station and terrestrial station complete, still planning formal mining/harvesting operations.
---> Dark matter, Aphrodisiac

--System Sheanov--

"Mmm so they took it did they?...they are indeed up to something..." gleefully humming out his observation as the signal of the probe goes flat, Yui'hurt Stands and with a commanding voice tipping on amusement he speak"Remodel Our High Energy Impact Rounds! fit them with a depleted uranium rods from the beam weapons, Fit them with a cobalt coat and Aim for the edge of that moon orbiting Sheanov IV. Next time it comes around fire four rounds at the same time and give them a timed detonation!" Sitting back in his chair Yui'hurt smiles "That much radiation would give any one trouble"

Rolling his knuckles Yui'hurt commands more objectives "In hope this works, the Burst should make a heavy haze that won't allow them to get readings, could even harm the cloak they have. let us, in this shadow of radiation fire too another probe within the shell of a missile."

"What should we have it do sir?" ask the tactical helmsmen

"Why, what else? A greeting of course" Yui'hurt says with a grin. The helmsmen frills his brow some.

*The rounds are fire with extreme speeds and take less then 30 hours to hit this target however the missile takes a small while to reach the same speed meaning if the ship hiding moves out of the moons shadow could sense the missile but only for a small window as the HEIM rounds would be inbound.

They are altered to be like a RDD [Radiological dispersal devices] type weapon and make a massive field of Radiation, The nature of the weapon and the fact its going to skim just the surface of the moon means the space around the moon itself will become thick with radioactive material, the cobalt coat makes it worst. If all goes well the rounds hit and will see how force them out only to be bothered by the probe spamming fuzzy greetings through the radiation, the probe will stay close but meaningfully away so any actions on it can be observed but only if their cloak is weaken or knocked out by the attack otherwise it would just search for its target till a new command is given.*
 
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The following month since the first discovery of the Titanic life upon Sutune VI and the trade talks with the Aysilians had been short but productive. Trade deals were hammered out between the two leaders and their entourages, plans for the joint construction of a space station of unprecedented size above Zostrurn III began, with the engineering corps of both nations working together to make sure that their technology binds well with their counterparts.

However that was not the main focus of the latest month as a few startling new occurances have appeared upon Sutune VI. The first of which was the first acquisition of an alpha Olypiu, a creature of unprecedented size, even among their own kind. Studies were currently underway to identify any and all possible uses of this animal for both militarial, civilian or economic use.

The most important occurance however was the appearance of yet another alien race. Scanners first picked the ship up when it approached Sutune VI. A displayed hologram of said ship quickly identified that unless the Aysilians suddenly decided that bigger meant better that this was an entirely alien vessel. The commanding officer, rear admiral Skin of Booyan, quickly commanded that an audio transmission be sent. Hopefully this vessel also had the translation software installed.

"This is rear Admiral Skin of Booyan of the United Forla Tribes navy, aboard the Despair class carrier 'Might of a thousand'. We are here to observe, document and preserve the local wildlife of this planet. Identify yourself immediately." Was the message, broadcasted across all open signals.

It was not long until the officer in charge of communications quickly informed Skin of Booyan of an oncoming video message. Instructing him to put it on the main screen, the crew was quickly greeted by the sight of an animal that screamed 'Predator!', even to them. It was large, with ashen grey skin and a mouth so full of teeth they weren't sure if a Kolan had somehow managed to sneak aboard. No discernible nose and eyes that seemed to glow, even over the screen. And then it spoke in a voice so rough that it sounded like the recording of a landslide.

"We are of Clan Azat, all of us Warriors tried and bled. I, Luzian Azat, speak for my Kin and my King, Xeon Mali'car, only of his name, Butcher King of the Keltan Collective for almost Four Thousand solar cycles. We come on his word to explore, and if necessary, claim parts of this system in His Glorious name, and the name of our God, the Life Drinker."
 
Diplomacy
On Gaia, the sentinels allow the Vurax to work on its ship. How he could even repair it was beyond them, as the ship was so heavily damaged it would be considered scrap metal by most sentinels, however the Vurax was adamant about repair, so they let him. He was doing pretty well to. The Sentinels also discussed a ship being sent to the Vurax home system considering that it would only be fair that the Sentinels got to see their system as well. However the Vurax would not tell them the location of the system for now, and had said that when he does tell them they must send a ship with 30 men or less. Which is fair enough. So the Warden is issued an order to prepare a warp capable military ship

Research
Research wise, things were busy. Plans to refit the navy's ships with the Living metal have finally been drafted and large quantities of it were already being shipped from both civilian bulk freighters and the Navy ship that was stationed near the supply. Orders where already issued for the ships to be re-fitted with this metal, first up would be the Lookout thanks to its close proximity to a shipyard.
As for Luxio dust, this was also being shipped out to all the colonies in Sentinel space in order for them to grow their own food instead of relying on Gaia.
The third research project was for the railguns in the empire. In the small conflict inside the alien vessel, it was proven that railguns often over penetrated softly armored targets and dealt minimal, clean damage. In order to help rectify this a order was issued to make a fragmenting round similar to those already found in larger caliber railguns for infantry sized weapons. Dealing much more damage to softly armored targets. 0/2 months
The fourth thing had to do with the Vurax. After commandeering parts of the torn ship as well as the old captain. The sentinels were already beginning to understand the Vurax's anatomy and construction abilities. As well as the means of propulsion and composition of armor.

Navy
All ships are kept at their current station except for the Lookout who will undergo armor upgrades with living metal

Construction
Lookout armor upgrade 0/2 months
Construction of the Beacon 1/6 months
Orbital hydrogen collection facility - Guardian VI - complete
Experimental technologies testing facility - Gaia - 0/4 months
 
The Zorium Mining Colony outside of the Nuonerth III asteroid belt was fully operational and independent by this point. Its Laborer slaves worked the processing and purification foundry set up at the heart of the orbiting satellite, while Warriors from numerous clans volunteered for both mining operations and for general overseeing. Choosing a Warden for the colony would've slighted any of the clans not selected, so Xeon had let the Wraiths hash that out among themselves. After a lot of bickering, some of which escalated into very entertaining duels within the Throne Room, it was finally decided that not only would Clan Peth, one of the Greater Clans, would not only install the second daughter of their clan as Warden of the new colony, but that the Peth would also have sixty-five percent of all the claim to the ore and minerals pulled from the space rocks so many in the Collective coveted. After the crown claimed its share, of course.

Xeon mused over the reports sent to him by the Council, once the arguments and bloodletting had calmed down. Of course the Avyka Rialoch had not reported, but the Butcher King trusted her more than he let the other Wraiths know. Kept from public eyes and ears, the Wraith of Clan Rialoch had been one of his Prime Consorts for decades, and their intimacy besides, the female had never once failed to please her King. Still, the other two clans had yielded news that was interesting enough to sate his boredom.

While it was hardly anything excited, the prodigal heir to the N'lullun Clan had found a rather hospital planet, a small, relatively frozen world in a neighboring star system. Nothing much had been found on its surface, or in minor mining exercises, but the planet (Drolezuno IV) as well as its neighbor (Drolezuno V) were both open to claim, and operations had just begun to establish ground bases on both. Xeon was impressed. He'd expected a glory ridden Warrior like Augis to move on and seek out foes and meat and glory, but no. He'd stopped, once he realized the system was empty, and had begun setting up little...homes away from home. So practical. Boring, but practical none the less. If anything, these planetary bases could serve as future staging grounds for the Collective and its Armada. The Arctic world alone had to have some connection to the Cold God besides. The Holy Words said all worlds of ice and snow were Its, and thus, natural homes to his children.

The Azat, on the other hand, had found much more tantalizing tales to tell. Their stories started the same, an icy planet, some sort of preliminary base, yada yada, it was all well and good, but THEN! Something Xeon could sink his horrible fangs into! Contact, finally, glorious contact! With a race calling themselves the Forlans. While examining a world that seemed to house giant creatures, the Azat had been hailed by these...things! Claiming to be on the same planet for conservation and preservation efforts, whatever that meant. So far, there was nothing else to report, according to the captain of the Bleakmouth, Luzian. But it was enough! More than enough!

Rising from his throne, the Butcher called out to his slaves to send word to each of the Council members. They were to reconvene at once, by their Monarch's orders.

It did not take long. Within hours, the King had spoken and his wise Council had consented, eagerly. The entirety of the fleet, save a few smaller battleships left behind to guard the mining operation, were soon on the move, heading towards Sutune VI...

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Meanwhile, on the planet in question, the Azat continued their preliminary meeting with Admiral Skin of Booyan. Captain Luzian still waited for an answer to his hail, but already drop ships were preparing to leave the Bleakmouth, each one to be carrying an accompaniment of seventy five slaves and two hundred Warriors. All in all, roughly half of the colonization carrier's population would be heading to the surface below, with or without these being's consent. A Warrior did not ask permission from Meat. They would take what they sought, the giant life forms their sensors picked up even from orbit. Such beasts would make a fantastic prize, and no doubt that those Clans more scientifically minded within the Collective would think of greater things such monsters could be used for.

A nod off screen from his chief communication's Laborer, a slave loyal enough to have made it to a member of the bridge crew. The emergency communication they'd sent to the flagship and their King at the first sign of contact had been received. "Well then, Meat, speak quickly lest you waste my valuable time. For what purpose do you interrupt my clan's efforts to explore this world, other than your weak willed notion of preservation? Do you mean to raise arms against us, or will you willingly let us set foot on the soil below?" Luzian spat, each word dripping with venom and spittle. This particular Keltan was a nasty piece of work. Horrid scars covered most of his flesh, and a cloak of bloodied peace banners was draped around his massive shoulders. Serrated bits of metal adorned his skin, poking through flesh like crude, industrial shrapnel, yet worn in a manner one might wear ear rings or studs. He openly wore some sort of plasma fueled hand cannon from a strap around his neck, and a wickedly curved axe hung from his hip. Beyond that, he was bare, exposing even his reproductive organs for all to see. All present members of Clan Azat went sky clad, and none more fiercely than the leader of this ship.

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Colony Murraii, Planet formally recorded as Woproyzuno VI:
Engineering Overseer Phane Rochaete looked at his reports of the expansion on Colonies, Mining facilities and further propagation's. into his reading he noticed the reports and called in one of his lower engineers Cadet Chrys Orhiza, "Sir?" The Cadet saluted into the room,
"Are these Reports accurate? We have tripled in Colony size in the last month alone?" Phane asked almost rhetorically
"Yes Sir, these were filled out just this morning after all censuses were tallied, it would appear due to the extremely hospitable conditions of the planet the ecosystems seem to rebuild themselves almost if not as fast as we are building over them, our organic breakdown output has quintupled in the past few months, allowing for colonies to flourish and grow rapidly." Cadet Orhiza responded, looking up and then back to his tablet screen where he scrolled through the data files.

"Fantastic, and how are the Industrial sectors progress?" Phane staring back at his screen, now amused with himself "How much longer before we can get more ships off the ground?" the cadet's glanced back down at his tablet, tapping it a couple of times searching through the data, "With the rate in which we are repurposing the organic matter, and the rate it regrows, it's showing we are at around 86% from finishing our first Planetary Mining Cruiser i believe it is the TSS Yigoth, fitted with the newly upgraded orbital mining laser systems'" the cadet read his report with little to no inflection in his voice as he read, "reports from the Homeworld indicate that a new star ship had been stolen from an unknown faction, the TSS UGOS and all Telo are advised to destroy on sight, they are unaware of who is in current operations, but they believe it to be an underground faction, last known whereabouts was they had a ping close to the edge of Vurax space before disappearing."

Phane sighs and takes a sip of his caffeinated drink, looking at the picture of the TSS UGOS, the stolen ship, the last known sighting had a small slightly blurry picture of the ship zooming past a moon of nearby planet, it was incredibly fast, and from what he had heard through the higher ups, had some of the newer fire power of the armada, a cannon that took up a majority of the ship, and even scarier it being attached to a ship that was reported to be a Exploration/colonization ship. He would leave the worrying to another officer higher on the rung than him.

"Interesting news to say the least, and any news on other colonies progress?" Phane continues writing in his report as the conversation continues.
"None as fast as our own Sir, however, reports show that the TSS Marasmius is about to make contact with some hospitable planets in a two planet system, its on the farther reaches of Alpha sector, it is labeled Trdodov system, with Prime and II, they should be arriving within a week or so,"

"Perfect, it appears everything is still on track, continue with expansion of this planet, and i want two more ships finished within the months time, i know its a harsh deadline, but we are Murraii, and these are the things we thrive for." Phane dismissed his cadet and looked on into the expanse that was his desk screen, multiple reports and requisitions that had to go through him for approval.

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Mykol: Capital
Clavaria Pyxidata read the reports coming in from a thousand points in the cosmos, she knew she would be dealing with star expansion and space exploration, she just hadn't expected for so many ships to be ready at once, and with all the various mining and research vessels accompanying them with their own sets of orders and agendas the reports were just flooding her screen as of late.
Filling out the paperwork was something she didnt like to do, but she had begun to appreciate it all, being ruler of the Tělonian Supremacy wasn't easy, but it was satisfying knowing it was finally pushing her people into the right direction.

As she was deep into thought, a Cluvar knocked then entered her office, "Mam, new reports came in from the latest batch of star ships," he moves over to her desk and slides the reports from his wrist screen to her desk
"Ah, thank you. Anything to report from the Ship Yards?" Her tone neutral but pleasant,

"Both the Northern and Southern yards have been reclaimed and fully operational, it appears the mercenaries hired to take the yards were also ordered to delay us by squatting and defending it, we rounded the last of them a week or so ago. initial reports show that interrogations weren't very successful in finding out their employers," the Cluvar states matter-of-factly "I see," her eyes distant, deep in thought as they soon flash back into the conversation, "So back to these new reports,"
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Achm, yes, they are the basic initial scans and plans for the different systems. It would appear that trade with the Vurax has come to a very slow but steady pace, seems that allowance into their system has become rather difficult. But, none the less, it doesn't seem to have hindered expansions into systems Woproyzuno, and Wagrippea."

"Yes, i see that life was found on a few of them? any sentient?" An almost child like wonder overtook her for a brief moment at the signs of life on distant planets. "Yes Mam, life was discovered on Wagrippea V, while the planet itself is molten and we can only do orbital scans nothing is too conclusive on Sentience, but creatures of colossal nature seem to thrive and live, we are awaiting further reports with closer scans,"

Clavaria sat back in her chair pleased with how things were proceeding, "Thank you, that will be all." the Cluvar salutes then takes his leave.
As the door shut Clavaria flipped open a black folder on her screen, simply labeled Muotania Operations: detailed within was data on the planets of the Muotania system, initial and subsequent reports show the systems planets and each ones scan. Especially scans from Prime, III, V,
the entire system seemed to hold something of use. She had sent a Colonization ship The TSS Anatlan to the system with a high number of the Ophius Corps, after hearing the reports of the possible ecosystems and flora on Prime and V. Hoping they could find things of use to Re-Purpose for the Supremacy.


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In the far reaches of Sector Beta, TSS UGOS:
The ship floats over Clefonoe II, as research vessels fly in and out of the massive star ship, Spore-Pods spreading and finishing out their tasks of scanning the areas. Inside the ship was dark, only lights to be seen were the monitors and a few of the crew.

"What are my readings Lieutenant," Urnula Craterium, Black hearted, hissed out to his subordinate, his skin fading into the darkness with its black leathery complexion "Scans show systems Poprolla, and Ceflonoe have shown nothing but promise for base developments," His voice a scratchy growl "Our Science officers are currently researching the gas covering the planet below. So far initial reports show the gas has altering agents that cause organic matter to adapt to better suit its environment," The Lieutenant looked pleased, then continued "They believe it could be used to accelerate spore propagation."

The Captain stood from his seat and oozed down to the front monitors "Good, the sooner we can get ground and mining ships launched into Poprolla the better, I Don't like time being Wasted," his smile oozing with black lacquer as he stopped himself from drooling. Plans were just being laid for the Santorian Faction, as they spread their tendrils deeper into the systems.
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The compromise that Head Forge Master Khebb had placed into affect had both quelled any thoughts of wars with the two races they had since encountered, that is the Tělonians and the Sentinels. The first being located in their own sector, and have established limited trade agreements with independent for food, which had wormed it's way into the highest ring of the Forge Masters. Master Khebb, who had placed strict trade restrictions with alien races, for the first time in his life actually wished he could go back on his decision to put trade regulations. This new influx of actual tasting food, whether it tasted good or bad to the Vurax pallet, did not matter as for the first time in their lives, the Vurax could taste what they were eating. This led to some Forge Masters conflict within the Council, with some now wanting to expand trade, but they were the minority and Khebb needed to wait until they became the majority less he makes himself seem weak. Still this new influx of food trade has embolden some of the more...rebellious Vurax, and they began to illegally trade inconsequential things such as Engineering and Cleaning Drones for a couple a pounds of food to the Tělonians.

A more cunning Vurax Forge Master by the name of Forge Master Scith had horded these delicacies for the month, spending half of his fortune on a relatively large amount of food from the Tělonians, and filled his own personal ship with many curios of the Vurax, primarily small toys, art and drones before heading towards the planet of the Sentinals on an...independent trade venture for the good of Byte, bribing the border Guards with the food he had hoarded to be able to leave the system.

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Drecs was halfway done with the repairs on the Manifest. It was a standard task, but it was one that was hindered by not having a laborer or a drone brine him the required materials every hour of every day. He could ask the Sentinels but they might mix up his orders, or they might sneak in a spying device or sabotage his work. He was alone in his work, save for his drones and every day he would continue his vigilant task until the day he would be done.
 
---K'duine System---

Within the belly of New Qwyun that sat on edge of the K'duine system many officials speak in hushed calm tones, The room cold and artificial jeweled with electric lights of every nature. These shiftless bodies huddled around the large table in the middle of the room that lays out a blue-green holo grid of stars, the focus upon the Sutune system. Fighting and arguing over the value of this system as a new home, its size and local planets all able to fit easy the uprooted Aysilian empire but rebukes against such ideas pour from all sides.

"How can we build safely in this sector? we sit so close to another empire who has claimed much while the rest of the known space is less!" one voice spat out in a hateful tone. As another chimes in "Yes if we are to reclaim the glory of older days before those bastard Vedki murdered our homes."

From the back now a more cold voice spoke as the group shifts its head to see "Even now reports of hostile elements in Sheanov, Unknown aliens destoryed some of our vessels near Sheanov IV while another report says a cloaked vessel stalks the area...and thats ignoring the forlans in that space....clearly the Gamma sector will not make for a safe home to lick our wounds."

The room fills with murmurs only to have that false silence break with one last voice, it was Iffhual Ihaath who broods over them in the eye hurting white glow of a crooked screen. "You all jump to leave our home so easily, to FTL the New Qwyun just to Sutune would take two months of storing energy--"

One of the bodies step out and inject into Iffhuals speaking with a spiteful crackle "Kah! Whats your point Iffhual! we have been storing energy for this since the emperor and the declared we were to leave! we can all jump now and start buildin--"

Iffhual distorts his signal to flood the dimly lit room with a horrid high pitched static *TSSZZHEES * all within coil in pain as he would go on speaking as if nothing had happen ". . .We have but would have to expend on a jump to the edge of the sector before needing to stop and recharge for another two months...most likely three but if we rally and dock the fleet and use the larger ships as temporary power generators could keep it to two..." Speaking now as he feverishly rings his fingers into a ball of abused wires. A pause passes by before he jolts out his final thought.

"My point being, we should wait on what the fleet sent to Sutune reports on. The planet Sutune X...it..could be used for defense...if it proves to fail us I'll agree with you, we should go far..."

---System Sutune---

A large FTL signal burst into the Sutune system as the massive Long Range Missile Battery dreadnought and its fleet of 800 shield craft and 600 gunships reenter normal space, While they correct their positioning to match the orbit of the local star an assault of scans and probes accost the planets and the few other ships within the system.

The LRMB dreadnought bled out energies and gave an imposing profile hinting its grim payloads, cloaked in Umbral No.256 yet dotted with lights of nearly every hue. It was massive even for a dreadnought with its aft section being thick with armor and riddled with senors and dishes seen as towering spires thrusting out of its hull giving it a spiny image. Shield craft rally in a spherical formation around the dreadnought as the smaller craft take delta formations (forward Arrow [ > ] ) only to sit idle . The intrusive scans heavy and powerful may drown other signals out as they work, picking up the profiles for forlan crafts and an unknown profile but shows no interest in either and goes on scanning the system. The probes that sail the void are high valued elements bound with personalized AI's and the 8-way Multi-Directional Vent Engines making them frustratingly agile but rather large for a probe. Designed for wartime operations to aid in the use of long range weapons they come with light thermal lance weapons, light armor but impressive counter-hacking abilities as well as viruses of a destructive nature and lastly a self destruct protocol.

---Gufleyturn system---

Gufleyturn Prime and Gufleyturn II now both have a functioning mining outpost operations, on terrestrial, orbit and lastly system station heart has been made, Solar farming of the local star producing excess energy being shipped along with. Civilian zoning and foundation starting. Heavy focus on dark matter and atmospheric aphrodisiac on Gufleyturn II

---Zastrurn System---

Upon her carrier Etheaalia Balabuil and her work force stress over the forlan problem, over their aggressive biology while the carrier itself starts to grow out of its hull a skeletal construction frame for the station that will replace it. She naws on her pipe as eyes leech information from a data pad listing ideas to remedy the problem only to give a artful half spin to point her pipe to her staff. "Seems all we need noOow is to try it, contact them, send them the list and if they agree set up a space for the experimentation..." She turns to cross her arms "So whooo wants some Hazard pay?"

*Information about future plans to move the seat of power to either Sutune or leave sector for sector Epsilon, system Roanov.
*Information of increase of goods from Gufleyturn and focus on dark matter and aphrodisiac.
*General Chatter about High demand for forlan technology.
*Open channel chatter about rumors of unknown guarded planet in sheanvo
*Unknown signal: Military like banter about concerns about security over a shape shifting race
*Public transmissions, News and entertainment.
*Complex coded conversation between AI's at unknown points, [you'll have to decode]
*Orders to Unknown from unknown About FTL transmission operations
*Conversations between Etheaalia Balabuil and her staff, Shows her to be keen and alert. Very productive but some what unkind about how she goes about it. Very over zealous to see what forlans have to trade.


---Sheanov System---
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As the Forlan spend their time supporting their empire through various means, either decoding and recording everything they had learnt of the Aysilian (through both legal and illegal means), researching the various different resources that were found. The Neuro-Gas research was coming along splendidly. Initial reports say that the potential for such abilities was... staggering, to say the least. The only problem was that so were the risks. One particularly large dose had lead to the destruction of half a facility through lightning, telekinesis and screams so loud they ruptured physical materials.

However, none of this mattered to the crew of Might of a Thousand, who were quickly growing unnerved as they stared more at the predator alien. The various herbivorous animals they had chosen to mimic screaming a them to flee while the predators told them to stand and fight. Skin of Booyan was one of the many who were primarily predator based and he felt an instinctual rush of aggression at what his body perceived to be a threat. He would not take this sitting down, and no matter what culture you were from he was pretty sure 'Meat' was an insult. However they weren't the only predators there.

"That depends, prey. Should you wish to harm these animals in any way, then yes, we shall. We protect life and will not stand for its loss, especially for one with such low numbers that it could be called endangered. You are but a single, if large, ship amidst hundreds. You would be wise not to incur our wrath." He say, a low growl rumbling from his throat and eyes narrowing as his razor sharp teeth bear themselves, although whether in a grin or a snarl the crew could not tell.

Skin of Booyan cut the communication there before the alien could reply. "I want all Secondary scanners focused on that ship. If anything leaves it, I want to know." He orders before marching back to his seat aboard the bridge, sitting upon it and glaring out into the void.

It wouldn't take long, only about a standard hour, before activity was seen by the scanners. A large amount of dropships were seen leaving the ship and heading down towards the planet. Before Skin of Booyan could order a scan however, a shout of alarm came from the officer in charge.

Displayed on the screen was suddenly a map of the system and on that map was shown a veritable horde of ships that had just left FTL to warp in. "It's a trap!" Yells Skin of Booyan as he reaches for the comm system built into his control seat. Looking back at the alien ship, then at how far away the horde was, he made a decision.

"Forla, this is the Rear Admiral. Prepare for combat, I repeat, prepare for combat. Anger class, destroy any and all dropships still within range and get ready to protect the Piercer Pods. Despair classes 'Ebony of night' and 'Strength of the Yoorn' prepare broadside formation. The target is the local hostile ship."

At his orders the fleet suddenly mobilised, the Anger class battleships moving in the hundreds to form a screen between the planet and the Bleakmouth as a large variety of smaller guns begin to attack the various smaller shuttles trying to return or to protect the Despair class carriers.

As the Bleakmouth opens fire in return upon the Anger class, often needing only a few shots from its copious amounts of guns to destroy one, the Despair class line up around the ship, turning so that their long sides face the ship. Hundreds of ports suddenly open on the ships as Piercer Pods are forcibly ejected at a stunningly fast rate, flooding the sensors as they speed towards their target, hardened shells piercing more into the steel of the ship and flooding the local area with the vacuum of space before being re sealed and pressurised by the Pods, which then ejected the Forla soldiers into the heart of the ship.

(I wrote this half delirious with sleep so if ya'll have any problems tell me.)
 
Diplomacy
The Vurax was just about finished with his little repair project, and that meant the military transport vessel was also ready to go, all they needed were coordinates. As soon as he was done, he would be immediately asked to uphold his part of the deal and tell them where Vurax territory was.

Research
Research in the miniaturization of fragmentation rounds was going smoothly. And mass production was expected to start next month. 1/2 months

Navy
The ships were ordered to scout the rest of the sector. While there were no plans to expand territory just yet, The Holy Protector wanted to see what else the sector held. And so, the ships readied their warp engines and set off again. The Shepard would make its way to the Yualia system. The Shield would go to the Zeyhiri system. And finally the Preserver would head to the Ceflonoe system. Once they have arrived they would begin scanning all the planets and looking for any possible more alien contacts.

Construction
The Lookout was already half finished with the integration of living metal into its armor design, it would be another month before it could go back into space. 1/2 months.
The beacon 2/6 months
Orbital experimental technologies testing facility 1/4 months
 
Luzian looks up from the console just in time to jerk his upper body to the side, managing to dodge enough so that he takes the projectile in the upper shoulder instead of the skull. He'd managed to get down four of the safety protocols before getting interrupted, and that was more than the male could've prayed for. And it had come down to what? Two versus one? Growling in his guttural, snarling excuse for a language, half the words seemed to come out with an edge of mirth to them.

"Aaaaah. The invaders finally make it to their prize. How pitiful it took so many of you." If the wound on his shoulder was effecting him, the Keltan seemed to be doing quite a job at not letting it show. Rolling the inflicted joint, the massive monstrosity pierced by so many pieces of ceremonial trophy metals unslung the hefty, wide-bladed broadsword from its hip, its edge so sharp it seemed to make the air shriek as the tried and true Warrior gave it a practice swing. It had been decades since he last had to use the weapon, but the return of it to his grip felt like it had never left. It was the first weapon he'd ever forged for himself, but when he was a mining grunt of a Warrior, with no badges or piercings or glory to his name, over six hundred cycles ago. "Its a shame there aren't more of you." He'd spat before charging forward at an almost unbelievable speed for something so hulking and grotesque.

He was on top of the Axe Wielder before either of them would even get a chance to fire. His blade would sing through the crackling, smoke filled air, knocking the pistol away before a massive booted foot would slam into the Forlan's gut, knocking him through the air before he'd move on to the Elite. As he did, he began to belt out a hymn, similar in cadence to the one his Warriors had been singing when the Forla first boarded. Though the words would be impossible to understand...

"Hail, the end, the end of all things!" His metal would sing as it struck the rifle the Elite was carrying, Luzian now sporting another would, a shot to the gut that exposed his innards and caused each word to become mixed with a spray of blood, and yet, he still seemed to not be slowing down. The sword bit deep into the firearm, not quite slicing through it completely, but damaging the rifle an absurd degree. He'd raise his arm, this time cleaving through the opposing weapon and leaving a deep gash in the Forla Elite, from the base of the neck to the waist. "Hail the Butcher King, Hail the Slayer of Warmth, Hail the End! Let It take you, let It take me, Hail the end!"

The Elite, to its credit, did not succumb, and managed to unleash a flurry of unarmed blows. Breaking Luzian's jaw, several ribs, opening his abdominal would and rupturing several organs, causing the Captain of the Bleakmouth to spew a particularly large batch of tar like ichor all over the Forlan's visor. With a roar, Luzian would grab the next blow before it could land, and use his opponent's moment to pull him into a headbutt that would crack the protective face plate, and daze the soldier. And another. And another. And another, until he was beating his own skull into the fragments that had once been the Elite's frontal cranium.

Suddenly, his Warrior's instincts would flare to life, and he'd turn around, just in time to catch the edge of the Axe Wielder's stolen weapon in the side of his face. With a sputtering, final cry, the Keltan Warrior of countless conquest and wars would unleash one final verse, and one final hymn before succumbing to shock. "Let the coming Snows fall red with blood! And let It come again to End all things! Hail the Cold God! Hail OBLIVION!" The powerful Warrior would cry, sliding his own dark-metal blade deep into the Forlan's gut. A painful, near fatal wound, but if his foe's race were half as hardy as his own, he knew his opponent would survive. And Luzian was glad. Any being powerful to slay him deserved to live a longer life, and send more of his kind to meet their God. Luzian died then, a shuddering, violent death, he skull opened by an axe, his belly split open so his entrails might spill onto the metal floor, with so many broken bones it was a marvel the creature hadn't lost consciousness minutes before.

He died a Warrior's death, defeated, but bloody. If his kind ever learned what happened to him, his name would be sung for eons to come. And if not, it didn't matter. The Cold God knew the type of death he had earned. He would spend all time, til the end of time, hunting in the Frozen Wastes, reliving each and every kill he'd ever inflicted. It would be...

"Glorious..." Luzian whispered, as quiet as death, half his face, the half that could still do it, smiling like a satisfied predator.

The Bleakmouth had been lost to the invaders. But not without a cost. And not without the Keltan Collective showing what a mere two Swarms worth of their kind could do. A Swarm was nothing next to a Legion. A Legion was nothing next to a Horde. And a Horde was nothing next to the full might of the Collective...

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The rest of the Collective arrived too late to prevent the theft of the heavily damaged colony carrier, nor the heavy blow to the Clan Azat. From the Throne Room's view screen, several members of the Council, as well as the Butcher King, surveyed the carnage that remained from the battle, each one with a prayer on their lips. This had been a learning experience, as well as an opportunity. It helped cull the obsolete from the Collective, and while the Azat were still a clan, they were considerably weakened now. Eventually, some upstart or ambitious clan without a seat on the ruling body would climb up and slaughter the remnants. Especially with the loss of Luzian, one of their branches most glorified and honored Warriors. A heavy blow indeed...

"Its a shame they made off with the ship, Sire. The Bleakmouth was one of the oldest and most decorated vessels in the Collective. Its a heavier loss than the trash we see floating around us now." One of the Grandwraiths offered with a flick of her surprisingly delicate wrist.

"Still, there are survivors on the planet below. Perhaps we should..."

"Drop some of our Clan down there to clean up the trash?"

"No, leave them to their own devices, come back in a century. If any of them survive in that dry, desolate hellscape, they'll have proved strong enough to rejoin the Collective, and maybe this time they'll swear themselves to a Clan that doesn't buckle under the pressure of a single battle."

"Now thats hardly fair, we've all fought by the Azat-"
"And the Azat are weak now, when they were once stro-"
"They were never strong, they picked at the scraps of otherenwneawlae"

The pecking soon devolved into full scale bickering, enough so that it began to grate on Xeon's already frayed nerves. He'd been so eager to meet another race, but they'd stolen one of his ships, killed his distant kin, and then fled, like cowards. But effective cowards. It was more enough for the day. "We'll follow the trails left by these...creatures who attacked us." Their King spoke, his voice silencing the din with royal authority. "I mean to meet with their leader. My decision is final in this. Now, get out of my throne room so I may continue to create my heirs..."

---

The Artamentous suddenly released their grip on the probe. This area was becoming hotter than they wanted to deal with, and this ship was far too insistent for their Grand Wraith's taste. With a bark more akin to a roar, the female would bleat out a series of commands. "Get us out of here! We'll serve no purpose in a system we've already been spotted in. Having our presence known is not our method of operation! Helmsman, plot a course to the next system...no. The next quadrant! Before that incoming missile impacts whatever in the name of the Cold these creatures are aiming out! Now!"

Within seconds, they'd be gone, their slipstream drive opening a small fold in space time and disappearing into the cosmos beyond.​
 
TSS Anatlan: Muotania System

Glinting in the red light of the systems sun the TSS Anatlan hovers over Prime as numerous Spore-Pods combed through the tropical forests. Various creatures being observed and cataloged for future Orpius Corps Re-purposing. The planet still proved slightly too hostile for ground landing, however, some of the more "Elite" specimens where captured and studies were underway.
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TSS Anatlan: Weapon R & D
Officers were fast at work with various tasks and missions, while examining the new creatures from the planet, Officers Tubi Feras and Ferru Ginosa were close to completing their first prototype Spore Grenade, "The timer is set with a five second fuse, giving us enough time to get behind the blast shields," Tubi bubbly voice sang out lifting the small puff ball. Pressing down on the small green button cap on top she tossed it over to a pair of standing dummies in full armor and hurriedly scooted behind the small bubble like blast shields. The grenade emitted a faint high pitched whine before exploding in a cloud of marble sized spore shrapnel, shredding the testing dummies and their armor.

"Test one, I would say is a success, scans shows the chemical reaction within the grenade went as programmed," Tubi began writing in his report, "Anything on the sensors of the dummy and armor?" looking over to her compatriot at near the monitors

"It shows that the pressure building inside the grenade is still fairly weak compared to our spore cannons, it seems having multiple spores and ejection points severely decreases the overall pressure built. Its possible we can increase it by 20% with a harder shell, but that would take a week or so to fully produce, we just got the machine to make this one after a whole days worth of growth." Ferru reported back in a neutral and mechanic tone.

"It seems we will have to get denser materials for the machine to process, Oh well, one of these planets surely will have the materials needed,"

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TSS Narthuun: Vushiobos System


Captain Metrice Ramaria walked down the ships halls as she read her reports on her wrist screen almost oblivious to others walking past, who made way for her as she went. Heading towards the Science Lab for a briefing on a new substance discovered on the planet, apparently it had all the scientists in an uproar this past month, sending report after report of "Fantastic and Important" discoveries and possibilities, blah blah blah, Metrice thought to herself, these scientist and engineers all started to sound the same after these past new systems they have explored in the past couple months. Various reports came to her about this creature and that plant, what could be learned and created with them, all very boring in her mind, but these scientist as of late had become insufferable with their request for an audience with the captain so she finally decided to give it a look see.

Upon reaching the Lab doors she was greeted by one of the Science Officers that had been sending her the reports, "Captain, I'm so glad you could finally make it," Metrice looked up from her wrist screen to respond then realizing the Officer was a bit shorter than expected, " Ah, um, Yes, this ship does keep me busy, so what is it that you have been raving about for the past couple of weeks now?" Most likely a big waste of time, she thought, like last weeks "hippo" creature they had captured on a passing planet, "Oh, yes of course, just through here, and trust me it wont be a waste of your time," the officer responded casually to the captain throwing her off with the last part, did I say that out loud?

"The gas on the planet has shown some fantastically unusual properties as our research on it continues," The small officer led the Captain to a large testing chamber with fridge sized analysis machine whirred quietly, "At first we just found it to be a non toxic gas with no real benefits or detriments to our physiology, and after further experimenting our studies show that it may help enhance cognitive functions of the subjects," The Officer blabbered out in a sing songy voice that had Metrice slightly grated.

Looking about the lab Metrice noticed all the various scientists and officers working around her, fading back and forth from what the Officer in front of her was saying, her sing songy voice was rather annoying to her ears, suddenly the officer switched tones to a more serious and direct one, "...It appears with further testing and micro dosing subjects have shown major results, breaking down the reactions into five different categories, ah yes, not all the other scientists are currently working on this project and have other studies they are working on." Metrice was beginning to get weirded out by the Officer who seemed to respond to her when she didnt think she had said anything. "Um, Right, of course, so what benefits will this Gas provide us for in the future?" Metrice asked trying to get back to the conversation at hand, " well if subjects continue with the treatments we show possible benefits to all fields, depending on the category the abilities observed fall within." Metrice blinked, "Abilities?"

"Ah, yes like i was touching on earlier, with small dosages of the gas, subjects have begun to develop higher cognitive abilities, ranging from telepathy to various forms of kinesis," The officer responded almost matter of factly at the last part as if it didnt phase her, "And has All the subjects shown a response? Are their any side effects?" Metrice asked like a school child asking a teacher, "None that we have seen so far, however, some of the empathic subjects seemed to be getting panic attacks from over stimulation and testing of their ability, so we stopped dosing them and that seemed to help, it appears some subjects are effected by the gas more so than others,"

"We have sent reports and samples to Homeworld, but the source of the gas seems to be on the planet below, the exact source of the gas has yet to be discovered," Metrice looked at the machine in front of her then back at the officer, could Anyone be enhanced? or were there only a select few? "So far the gas has shown effectiveness in all subjects we have tested on," The officer had responded automatically then looking up to a confused captain, "Oh, my apologies, being in this lab with the other scientists i really didnt pay much mind, i didnt mean to be intrusive,"
"So you can hear my thoughts?" Metrice asked nervously "How much can you hear?" The small officer looked horrified "Oh goodness, im so sorry, im only able to pick up surface thoughts from those close by, I would never try to Dig further Captain." Metrice stood quite for a bit, trying not to overly think before asking, "How many doses before any abilities show signs of development?" "Um, it does vary from subject to subject like i stated, however, the general average is about ten doses daily within the course of a week or so," The Officer stated while writing on her screen, "We have developed about fifty doses over what we have been administering to the subjects," Metrice began to grin, "yes so Forty doses for four more subjects? I might have a list of a few Officers i would like possibly tested on," The officer looking confused, "But, Captain, we have Fift...."

"Yes, i know you said forty that you arent currently using on any subjects, correct?" Metrice spoke calmly as she began grabbing small vials from the machine and began putting them into a pouch on her side As ten are currently being used on your next subject, the Officer stood confused then blinked looking at the now smiling Captain, "O-oh yes, of course only Forty doses," the officer responded, "ill begin on the other four subjects when you send in the list of officers you had in mind Captain,"

"Sounds good, well then i will leave you to it then." Metrice began heading for the doors, "oh and one last thing, i will be sending reports of further findings over this week," This is going to be fun, she thought as she left
 
Home System

The Vurax home world has currently undergone a slight increase in crime, primarily in the form of black markets sprouting up for Forge Masters, Plebs and Laborers alike to partake in the new foods that their illegal trading has obtained. The resources spent on acquiring the food from the Tělonians have been miniscule, but enough to finally attract the attentions of Head Forge Master Khebb. The Forge Master had learned of this black market activities through his head of security, Forge Master Feeth rather early as the black market dealings were relatively public in nature. Khebb will not be under minded in this manner. He had set the laws for the limitation of trade between the Vurax Council and the Tělonians, and to know that his subjects will not only break these laws but to actively purchase these illegal goods in during the day in public markets forced him to raise his hands. The compromises he had to made had clearly made him seem weak to the people, therefore he must deal with this swiftly and brutally. Using his own personal forces, he began organizing raids with Forge Master Feeth to quell these black market activities, as well as set up heavy blockades to keep any Vurax ships from leaving the system as well as to keep any Tělonians ships from entering the system without proper searching protocols under threat of military actions. The Byte system is now a heavily militerized isolated zone where any who wish to enter must be searched, scanned and documented otherwise they shall be given three chances to leave or be destroyed.

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Sentinal Systems: Drecs

With the Manifest sufficiently repaired, at least enough to perform FTL travel, Drecs manually prepare his own ship for the travel back to the Vurax home system. His AI is stationed to the Manifest to be able to bring it to Vurax space. Forge Master Drecs, as promised, sent the Sentinel transport the coordinates for the Vurax home world, for their eyes only for now. The Sentinel transport carries 20 diplomats, as well as the Sentinel's Holy Protector and 9 of his personal honor guards. With the coordinates set, the two Vurax Ship began their escort of the Sentinel Transport to the Byte System as the ships enters FTL.

As the ships leave however, another Vurax ship enters the system a few days later. This one not piloted by Drecs, but by Forge Master Scyth, who had come to trade with this new untapped source of wealth and power.
 
---System Sutune, Outer edge of system---

Adrift beyond Sutune X the LRMB dreadnought becomes a silent observer to a sudden brust of violence between forlan forces and an unknown alien craft massive in size, while the fight itself drew the eyes and ears of the probes it was a short lived interest as their mission was else where. Scans as if a perversion of curious fingers ran the length of the planets, the ships and all open communication seeking information for judgement whilst keeping well away from the hostile aliens. Stopping at Sutune III the probes get a recall order and return to the dreadnought that only turns around and FTLs out of the system with no interaction with the Forlans, Entering the K'duine system to inform of its findings.

---Sheanov system---

Whatever the cloaked alien ship was it seemed to have left as a FTL wave forum similar to when it had entered pings upon senors, with the unknowns gone and being stuck in the shadow of this damnable planet there was nothing left to do and the order to leave was given, FTL jumping to K'duine leaving the probe spamming a repeating message of hellos.

---Gulfleyturn System---

Mining operations upon both Gulfleyturn prime and II have starting to grow and gain complexion about 1/5 of the planets are now industrialized. Gulfleyturn prime has lightning spires and enforced construction (mostly going under ground) due to extreme weather systems, has orbital weapons to debase storm systems with specialized rounds. Research on Dark matter and Atmospheric Aphrodisiac, The aphrodisiac taking front seat. A branch of technology into its weaponization is born and sees no shortage of resources.

---Eye of K'duine System---

Within that room of holograms and artificial lights upon New Qwyun a male electric voice floods into the room as the bundle of officers and political figures bend and tilt their heads to view the over head report *LRMB Dreadnought Maliris has entered local space* The crowd of persons all turn eyes dragging along their heads to pour over to a young female at the end of the room who subconsciously became alert to the eyes licking at the nape, hand cups the headset as she states "Incoming message from the Maliris" The heads once more turn in unison to the table they all hovered around as text lights up along the holograms of planets. Pale blue text types out along in the middle of the holograms of planets.

*Sutune System: Inquire for future home system prospect: Judgement: Unacceptable*

The room fills with a mixed howl as recordings of the fight between unknown aliens and Forlans play, side windows of energy readings, open communication logs and other data flood into the holoscreen. The group come to a silence as Rhylihan speaks to them from one of the countless screens, his image changes over to others and fills the room.

in a calm but worn voice he spoke as his person slacked into his chair "I take you have all seen the report..?"

Silent confirmation filled the air as the stand shiftless, Rhylihan shakes his head "Give the order to dock the fleet, operation for leaving this sector...no longer as an opponent, We leave for Roanov Sector Epsilon

All of the Aysilain empire save for what two small fractions stayed in the Gulfleyturn and Zostrurn was contained or in formation with the mega station New Qwyun, Power swelled within her belly as the FTL waveform built and built reaching critical limits after 18 days of charging expending all of it jumping across space breaching into the system of Estriostea within the Epsilon Sector. Under shot but within the right sector, ships left to probe and explore the system lead by Yui'hurt as the FTL drive cooled off and recharge to be reused. It would be a full month before New Qwyun could jump once more, larger captial ships stayed docked and hooked into the power systems aiding this, however, Dreadnought Carrier Zalzye and its keeper--Qezualia, jump to Roanov setting up FTL Jump beacon.

---System Zostrurn---

A large bulky trade vessel breaks out of FTL, its hull a rusty rainbow of browns and reds mixed with welding scars. It is wide and blocky with cargo held tight with robotic clamps while the bridge itself seems hidden somewhere inside its body, from under its shadow crept a umbral painted vessel that was abnormally clean and crisp looking. This silent craft was oddly smooth with the only hint to it being there was the light flare from engines, its inky hull perverted only by the spires of senors and glossy eye like observation hardware.

Engine flares with a blinding light before going silent pushing the vessel out into the asteroids drafting towards Forlan controlled space, the ship was dead. silent and all energy profiles drowning in the background radiation of empty space itself yet was still a physical object that drifted blocking out star light. Radar absorbed into its black skin as it stalked the shadows of asteroids waiting silently for some craft to stray to close. Out of its belly drips three probes each with a design in mind, the first was a bright white that bloomed as light from the local star hit it, the next was spiny with a broad casting system that weezed out a low bandwidth signal with changing frequency while the last one had a sharp eye and a small arm.

The white one dashed out into open space and sat drifting blistering the wash of black space with its bright shine, The second one would linger near and around non-military craft that would make use of the carrier or work on the station bathing the smaller vessels with odd signals to see how both the physical construction of the ship and the public channels handled certain frequencies. Lastly the probe with eye and arm was a tad more friendly getting closer to both Forlan and Aysilian ships landing either on the hull itself or the shield with its arm, it would open a public channel to sing and do a small dance while spamming advertisement for Tokamak coils, weapons or other goods. While its arm touched down on Forlan ships however a intense point to point probing occurs where hull or shield information is stolen. Impossible to detect as long as its "physically" touching something with its arm.

On the outer most edge of the system a small gathering of ships heavily protect and shield something, An unknown craft with long and sharp looking senors branching out giving the illusion of feathered scales. These spires of thorns all point towards the front of the craft while it bled out a powerful FTL energy profile.

---Construction upon the station moves along smoothly.

Detection roll: 94 [100]
15[20]
3[5]

*Information on Etheaalia being new figure head for the sector*
*Unknown chatter on unknown to unknown about orbit*
*Updates on operations in Gulfleyturn*
* Talk on [?] fighting aliens near unknown*
*Hazy AI chatter, seems to be about needing to change orbits*
*Test Commercial about Vyhies heat dissipation coils and high temperature super conductors aimed at Forlans, Very bad, he has a stylish over coat however.*
*Unprotected open channel from [?]broken images of a ship part and hands welding some sort of tool to fix something?*
*Banter between two engineers, female and male, over what kind of aesthetics Folrans would like on [?]
*Orders on orbit [?] for station*
*Odd fuzz, abnormal from background noise, unknown.*
 
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((Gonna take a leaf out of Kitten's book for this month as, despite various things happening off screen, nothing to write about until the Keltan and the Forla meet, or the Aysilian-Forla station is built.))

Diplomacy
When news of the Keltan attack first reached the Forlan public, outrage at the actions taken by Skin of Booyan blossomed. This outrage was quickly quelled when the full details, as well as a heavily edited video, was released. Anger quickly turned to calls of thanks towards the grave admiral, who had clearly taken matters into his own hands in order to not only escape with most of his men's lives, but also a Keltan ship and any inhabitants.

And the inhabitants were the best thing of all. The admiral wasn't stupid and had jumped away from the Jewel of the Sky the moment he had left the system with the alien craft in tow. He had then used the Forla Fortalium Dust engines to send ships conveying the message, as well as all captured resources, to the Forla government, who quickly replied with a convoy of ships appearing in the newest system that Skin of Booyan had taken the enemy ship to. It was to be analysed, then either deconstructed or replicated depending upon the scientists in charge's decision. They were particularly interested in the engines.

The reactions species found aboard the Keltan ship were... differing. Many let out what seemed to be the alien equivalent of a cheer, possible tears, but almost as many seemed to be lost, as if they were unsure what to do now. Decision is still pending as to what to do with them, but the current leading idea is to map their DNA then send them to live in habitat zones until the time is right for them to join the Forla in society.

As for the captured Keltan soldiers, of which there were very few as the aliens had a tendency to push themselves to the point of death in straining against any restraints used upon them, they were to be placed in confinement and their bodies studied. The Forla expect to begin replication of their positive atrributes within a week.

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The intel gained from the Balanuil bug has been useful in keeping an eye on the Aysilian. While most of the Forla did trust their new friends, they knew they also needed to do this until they were sure the Aysilian meant no harm and that they could live peacefully together (such is the dream). Reports of combating aliens matching the time of battle with the Keltan gave the more cautious Forla pause, and a small team was put together to try and think up ways to counter any potential counters to Forla tactics. There hasn't been much luck yet.

A small expeditionary ship is sent to Uetis.

The Forla Aysilian lookalike agents have begun to infiltrate the military. Two have entered the R&D departments, while the other two joined the navy as twins, under Admiral Qezualia.
Research
Progress on the research and development of Gaseous substance B-34, or 'Neurogas' as the scientists and reporters have dubbed it, progresses smoothly. Live animal trials are set to begin soon, much to the generals public's excitement.
Navy
A significant portion of the Forlan navy is moved to the area in which the Bleakmouth resides, to remain there until the engine of the ship can be modified to take Fortalium Dust.
Construction
The progoress of the gigantic station is coming along nicely, even as the Forla and Aysilian in charge of aesthetics argue over how it should look. The engineers get along well enough, often chatting to one another over Comms as the station slowly takes place, nearly a quarter of the done. Once finished, it will be the largest construction either factions have ever created, capable of housing many of the two species, as well as being the central trade hub between the two.
 
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Diplomacy
Two major things have happened, firstly their was the meeting of the Sanatorium factions, a splinter government of the Telo goverment. (still ongoing)

Secondly, there was a much shorter, much tenser meeting with the Vurax leader. A peace treaty was formed with the Vurax, making the Sentinel's share some of their technology with the Vurax, as well as imposing a mutual blockade on each other. There is also the mutual sharing of sector territory information. Military reaction to this was swift, the Warden had sent out many armed transports and bomber squadrons to patrol the Guardian system Many of the colonized systems have also have fighter and bomber squadrons patrolling the system from planetary bases, and each system that has a ship stationed in Sentinel space will also deploy squadrons.

Government reaction was tense, many planetary governors and high ranking military officials disliked the idea of immediately imposing a blockade, wanting instead to have gone for a more peaceful, friendly approach. The Holy Protector has made it clear that the Vurax blockade was in affect long before they met with them, and that this is just a precautionary measure to a currently aggressive species. Civilian reaction was the similar to government ones, with many protesting the idea, wanting the blockade to be lifted to show the peaceful nature of the race. Some however, did understand why it was done. Many arguments erupt in homes and businesses, but in the end, they have no idea what is really happening.

As for the Holy Protector himself. He knew that this was the right move. The Sentinels had to inch themselves closer to the Vurax, not come at them all at once. If there were to be friendly relations between the two species, careful monitoring and diplomacy but take place. It would be a slow and agonizing process, but the Holy Protector believed that one day the two species may indeed live in harmony.

Research
Research with the frag rounds have finished, and production began immediately.
In an effort to assert their power over any race that may challenge life in the galaxy, a large research project was issued. The first step of many was to create high yield railgun rails.
High yield rails - 0/2 months

Navy
The Shield moves to the Poprolla system,where the other Sanatorium system is located. The Preserver stays in the Ceflonoe system, in case negotiations between the two factions must resume. With the entire system explored, orders are to secure and fortify the entire sector the navy will stay in their current positions for now.

Construction
The lookout has finished its armor upgrade, and will take the place of the Warden for now.
The warden will begin refitting with the living metal in order to improve armor. 0/3 months
The Beacon is half way finished. 3/6 months
The orbital research station is also half finished 2/4 months
 
Exploration Reports to Capital:

TSS Marasmius
Base buildings and mining operations are at about 80% for colonization efforts. The Trodonov system shows signs of better Mining on Prime than that of II, so more Living colonies are getting built there. Further Reports show no major disturbances from local fauna or flora, resources are getting mined at about 70% efficiency. No other reports are coming through.
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TSS Anatlan
The creatures on Muotania Prime and Flora on III are currently underway for Repurposing, around 40% of the Fauna have been fully studied and Repurposed. Uses for said Fauna are still underway, evaluating each strengths and weaknesses, fields of Most Use.
Colonization to all other Subsidiary Planets and accompanied moons are in Full effect, Colonization is around 70% with a 90% Spore-Pod coverage.
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TSS Schusan
Defensive Systems are underway in Yasnougawa system. System reports show operations are at about 70% for the moon bases and Planetary bodies, Suitable planets are currently under Colonization, All Available resources are currently under Research and Development. System Wide Communications are Fully Operational, Allowing all connected systems to relay Information.
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TSS Narthuun:
Reaches into Vushiobos system had almost been completed, With various mining and base of operations were soon to be at 100%.
The Crew of the Narthuun had decided to stay in the system as they continued to study the various resources in it, particularly the Neuro-gas as it was commonly called among the Crew. So Far the 10 Subjects have been dosed with the substance over the past month or so, A detailed list will be put out with all the subjects names and abilities shown. Vials of the substance sent to HomeWorld should be arriving within the week.
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Further explorations into Alpha Sector are under way, with the rest of the system at around 68% complete, However, 100% completion will most likely never fully happen if the Telonians are to Share the Sector with the Reclusive Vurax.

Trades with the Vurax seem to have been almost Halted, unsure as to why, we will begin trading less food than in previous months.

We will also try to send an Ambassador to the system and see if we can come to any further agreements or if any further contact with them will have to be stopped all together.
 
The Vurax have been busy for the past month. The recent black market boom has prompted Khebb to start the development of a new security Drone, based on the Pawn design. The Rook as it was designated has thicker armor, armed with a Blust Rifle and Cable Harpoon Gun, with better AI and programming in place of the explosive core. These new Rooks have proven quite successful in raiding black markets and illegal trade cells with a 87% success rate. This enforced the will of the Head Forge Master, but many Forge Masters have shown secretly shown their disapproval and some have even taken to begin plotting against Khebb in secret.

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Forge Master Scyth had been selling his wares to the Sentinals for large amounts of food, giving his wares to Sentinel businesses to sell for near triple of what the Telos were buying. Hording the food, only consuming what he needed and storing the rest in sealed liquid bags. With his horde of food, Scyth noticed that the Sentinel ship that had left a month ago was just coming back in. This was good. He was running low of stock and his food stores were more then full. He could use this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and ordered his AI to contact the vessel once it arrives.

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For the past few months, the Vurax had been confined on their planet. Their only home is their home planet of Treilo, and nothing else. They were able to mine these planets but without the guiding hands of the Vurax, the Drones might as well be working with no purpose or goal. Finally a breakthrough in their research had finally given the Vurax what they wanted. Forge Master Narrs had experimented on ways to allow the Vurax to survive on other planets, as well as create domed cities as colonies. This technology is being research on more, and it should be done within the year.
 
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