Prologue
Their story is one of sadness and greif. They came on a mission of peace and exploration. But they would be caught up in a war that would decied the fate of the future of the galaxy. Where they went to explore they only found death. And the cost of victory would be greater than anyone imagened. This is the story of the Aeron people, and how they shaped the galaxy we know today...
Don't push unless you want to be pushed back
-Ancient Aeron saying
CH. I
Skimmer, Aeron Escort-Class Ship; En route to the Opatar System 25 lightyears outside the borders of the Milkyway Galaxy
Renar looked out the window at the blurred view of hyperspace. Any minute now they would be droping out in the Opatar system where they would refule and join the rest of the 3rd fleet. It had been almost a year since he had last seen his friend Claiem and her daughter Coama. Changing his stance he saw his view in the window. Aeron's had a distinctful blue-gray skin setting them apart from many other species. Renar snapped out of his day dreaming as the room chimed. Siganling that they would drop out of hyperspace any secound. The door whooshed open behind him just as the molten view of hyperspace transformed back into normal stars. He glanced back to see his friend Kamar step in.
"Well you coming? We do have a schedual to keep."
"Coming coming..." Renar muttered as he followed Kamar out into the hall way. They made their way to the bridge where the full 20 crew compliment was assembled. Escort-Class Ships didn't carry a lot of people but they had a lot of fire power, and they would need it he thought as his eyes opened wide in surprise. About a kilometer ahead of them a Narcothian ship dodged and menuvered away form squadrens Aeron fighters.
"Battle stations!" Renar yelled as he dashed up to the command center and droped down into the captians chair.
"Yes Sir!" they yelled as the crew rushed past him to their staions. A secound later he had comfirmation that the gunners were ready.
"Let's do this thing." Kamar siad as he brought up the sheilds next to him. Grabbing the throatle the Skimmer shot forward towered the Narchothian ship. 20 secounds later they were on their tale pumping their sheilds full of laser fire along with the fighters. With a cheer from the bridge the sheilds droped, and missles shot away form the Skimmer ripping a huge gash along side the ship. And then it was gone... cursing the dam Narchothians he commed the leader of the fighter wing.
"What the hell happened!?"
"We discovered this cloaked ship spying on our fleet and tried to stop it form escaping, the wing leader paused. We beleive he got a way with a full tactical report of the fleet. Renar sat quietly still fudeing over what just happend.
"Report back to base and report to Adrimal Vas." Then he cancled the com and shot the Skimmer towered Tar the home for the Aeron military base in the system. "Looks like they got a sneak peak at what were doing here. What do you think Kamar?"
"Looks like we'll have another large battle on our hands soon" he said. Well he's taking this better than he usually takes bad news Kamar thought to himself.
"Right, well first things first lets go see Claiem and Coma."
They walked up the the apartment door maked 1027.
"Hay its us Renar and Kamar!" Renar said loudly so they could hear over his knocking on the door. A few secounds later a Aeron dressed in a gold colored robe answered the door. "Claiem!" Renar shouted has they embraced. "It's been so long."
"Renar! Your back from the Outer Void seiges, I feared you'd not come back for another year!"
"Well I am and how's Coma?"
"She's doing fine, she's still engrossed in that book with all those ancient stories you got her last time. I don't know how she finds our history that exciting. She's right in the next room." Claiem pointed, Renar walked off. "Kamar how are you doing?"
"Good, boy have we had some close calls let me tell you about them." Renar walked into the living room and looked around. Coma was sitting on a chair and jumped up when she saw him.
"Renar you here!" she shriked and ran up to him. Coma was only seven but a brillient little kid.
"Yep i'm back, how are you doing?"
"Great, can you tell me a story?"
"Sure what one?"
"The Great Galaxy War!" Renar smiled the Galaxy War was what they were calling the war going on now.
"Sure, It all started back in our home galaxy. Many people wanted to know if there was life outside our galaxy so we created a giant fleet and came here."
"And our planet!"
"Yes we created a way to travel to another galaxy useing blackholes. We created several blackholes around our home planet Eaden Prime to use it as a giant ship. We transported our planet and our research fleet to this galaxy. As we were setting up colonies on the edge of this galaxy. We sent in many probe ships, couincedentaly we found another species the Narcothians doing the same. But they didn't want to share this galaxy so they started to attack us."
"And then when we faught back right?!"
"Yes and then was when we faught back. Since we used an old military fleet to explore the galaxy it was easy to turn them back into war ships. Soon we had a massive fleet and we faught back. But we both relized we would hurt many worlds if we brought the fighting to the galaxy. So we took worlds outside the galaxy and started building more ships and the war started to get worse over time and now here we are 3 years into it."
"But were winning right?"
"You could say that we just pushed them back to their borders now they only have 6 sectors left while we have 18."
"Awesome were going to win!"
"Yeah I wish it was that simple..."
"Renar come in here Coma you can bother him later."
"Ahhhh..." Cama grumbled. Renar walked out into her samll kitchen where Kamar sat munching on something and telling Claiem about the war effort.
"But yeah for some reason most of their fleets have been missing, so we've been able to close in on them. But there's someting up it's just not right, we think they might be trying to make another push..."
"Renar what do you think?" Claiem said cutting Kamar off.
"We'll based on their recent activity..." Kamar grunted loudly cutting him off. "What there going to release the news sometime."
"What news?" Claiem asked looked back and forth between them.
"Oh we encountered a Narcothian ship spying on this system on our way in." Claiem's face show'ed no emotion.
"They know we're here now...."
"They always new."
"But now they know everything about the fleet, our defenses, and everything else!"
"Don't worry we beleive that their fleets have been cut in half and know number around 1300 capital ships, and around 65-68 thousand fighters and smaller craft."
"And us?" her voice shown anger and frustration.
"More than them." Kamar said sternly.
"By the way this is classified information so if you could keep it quiet, you know what I mean."
"Yes of course" she said her voice heavy with sorrow.
"Don't worry your safe." Renar said reassurenly.
"Oh look at the time!" Kamar said surprised "It's time for the breifing."
"You have to go now?"
"Yeah sorry this was just a quick visit." Renar said as he and Kamar made their way to the door.
"Well good luck."
"Yeah we'll be fine."
3 years, 3 years of fighting. Trillions dead on both sides, and for what? What have we accomplished? Space tons and tons of empty vass space. Not even inside the galaxy! When do we draw the line in war where do we draw the line in war? The answer, there is none, there is no peace there is only death. It's either we win or they do.- Vas's private journal
CH. II
Blade- Adrimal Vas's Mother Ship; above the planet Tar- (Breifing Room)
Adrimal Vas stood on the platform overlooking the assembly of ship commanders.
"As you all know my now the Narcothian's now have a complete tactical report on the 3rd fleet. To throw them off balance we have decided to launch a covert strike team to move in and capture intellegence from one of their most important Space Stations... Base 32." A gasp came from everyone in the room. At the beginning of the war the Narcothian's built 60 Space Stations with so much fleet power some joked it was a max ship and couldn't get any stronger. It took over a year to destroy them and over 243 fleets, and there were still 2 left Base 32 and Base 18.
"How are we supposed to destroy something like that!" Someone shouted from the back.
"We will send in a small battle group backed by the 4th 5th, 8th fleet, Just enough firepower to destroy it. Our insertion team be sealed in almost indestructable ships with dummy shells to desquise small almost indistructable capsuls discised as wreakage. when they come to real in the materiel they'll actually be bringing in our Marines. They will then steal vital intelegence and destroy the powercore. We hope with that happening they will not be able to assemble a fleet fast and large enough to attack us here." The room filled with the murmer of approvel.
"With that we will be sending in 3 Drone fleets and the crews of our 3 best Escort ships the Skimmer, Sliver, and Quickening." Renar stood dazed as people rushed around him to give him a slap on the back and say how lucky he was to be picked for such an important mission, while everyone was rejoicing in their minds how lucky they were to not be picked.
"When do we leave?" Is all Renar could say as he stood dumbfounded.
"Immedentaly."
Drone Ship 56893127- Aeron Recon Drone Class Ship; 100 kilometers from Base 32
Renar, and Kamar held their breath as they spead towered the large Station, that was still unaware of their peresence. The only good thing was that they'd probably survive getting blown up and the Skimmer was taken to Edan Prime and put in Dock.
"70 thousand kilometers" Kamar said, the station swelled on the display screen.
"50 thousand kilometers they should be seeing us now. 30 thousand kilometers." Kamar said as lasers flashed all around them. "10 thousand kilometers", the ship shook hard as it was pummeled by fire. Kkkeeerrraaammmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The ship blew apart suddenly Renar, Kamar and the rest of the crew were sent tumbling around the small hold. It felt like it was hours before they felt the lurch of a tractor beem puling them in.
Base 32- Narcothian Battle Station-Super Class Station; Workshop
Team Skimmer raced and dodged around hundreads of work bots using the wreakage left over from battle to construct more segments for some Narcothian Warlord's mothership.
"Hey!" Renar shouted as he spotted Jen the leader of team Sliver.
"Renar! Terren and team Quickening went ahead to take out the powercore, were assigned to capture intellegence."
"Ok how far are we from the bridge?"
"Uhhh... 713 decks" she said as she stood stuiding the scamatic."
"Well lets get going" Renar said and they rushed off. They took a maintance lift they only encountered a few of the black scaley Narcothians in the lift and they were so surprised they fell within secounds by a hail of blaster fire and stab wounds.
"It only goes to deck 710" Jen said surprised as she examined the controls.
"Who the hell has a lift that only goes to 3 floors below the bridge." Renar exclaimed.
"Ah total moron." Kamar said jumping into the conversation. "But you know maby we should get going since they might now something's up by an enemy team trying to take out the powercore and these guys here not showing up for work."
"Your right lets go" Jen said as she punched in the top floor. A minute later the door swooshed open to a deserted hall.
"They don't staff this place very well do they?" Renar said as they rushed down to the hall looking for the stairs.
"Not surprising they must be taking a pretty bad toll from the war, a lot worse than we thought. Over there!" Jen said as they rushed towered the stairs. Suddenly a rattle ran threw the ship, all forty of them grabed for something or clung to the wall.
"What the hell is Quickening doing?!" One of the marines yelled as they all got back on their feet.
"I don't know but we can't find out until we get to the bridge or they could pinpoint our position or even worse listen in on our conversation." Jen said as she pushed pass Renar up the stairs.
"We'll lets just hope they don't blow this place up before we get off." Kamar said as they rushed up the steps, making it sound like a stampead.
Unforntially they were waiting for them when they rushed out of the stairwell. But they weren't exactally what "they" were. Jen, Kamar, and Renar rushed out to find at least 20 odd looking machines that resembled serpents. They stood frozen looking at them for a few secounds until they started getting shot at.
"Retreat!" Renar yelled as they dove back into the stair well, toppleing 10 mariens that were comeing up behind them falling back into the next 30.
"What happened?" One of the mariens asked as they got back on their feet.
"Some kind of robots they started shooting at us."
"Well lets shot back boys!" The marine that oridginally asked the question yelled, and they rushed up. Droping into crouches at the top of the stairs they opened fire on the machines cutting 8 of them down. They returned fire hitting 3 marines. The fight only lasted about a minute and the 20 machines were dead and 9 marines. Jen stood staring at the dead bodies as everyone rushed pass her.
"Come on lets get moving!" The oridginal Marine that lead the charge said as he walked pass her. Jen looked up to see he had an Sergent insignia. "Come on it's what they would have wanted." he said sencerly.
"Yeah I guess your right..."
Blade- Adrimal Vas's Mother Ship; Standing 300 kilometers off Base 32
"Launch fighter wings 80-320, bring up 18 Destroyers to port, reinforce our positon with 800000 more drone fighters, bring up 12000 more Escort ships, and have 12 Vanquisher's move to our forward postion!" Vas yelled out of breath as they bridge ran around crazily as if they had their heads cut off. The enemy was putting up a pretty good fight but they were no match for the 1st fleet and Adrimal Vas, the best commander in the entire Aeron Armada.
"Sir the enemy is falling back to Base 32!" an officer called from his station.
"Finally! Continue bonbardment but do not get any farther in their weapon range..." The rest was cutt off as sirens blared across the bridge as an entire secound fleet appeared from hyperspace. Vas stood surprised for about 10 secounds enougth for the Narcothian's to start battering them back. And he snapped back along with the rest of the bridge crew and started yelling orders again, and then paused for a secound looking at the huge Base 32. "Come on you guys we need your help..."
Base 32- Floor 711; En rute to the Bridge
The rest of the way to the next stair well was surprisingly empty.
"I wonder if they're resorting to robots because of soldier shortages?" Renar muttered as they crept up the stairs this time.
"The computer banks on the Bridge will have all the answers." Kamar said, comeing to a stop by the top of the stairs. Peaking around the corner he spotted a sworm of the machines. Turning around he wispered "gernade." In response the top row of marines uncliped some of there frag grenades and lobed them over, and before the explosions could end they jumped up fireing into the mass of machines cutting those down that didn't get blown up. In a few secounds it was all over with no casulaties.
Jogging they made their way down the cooridoor. Suddenly doors on both sides of the hall opend and the machines started boiling out. Jen droped to a crouch with her rifle cutting two down. Renar graped his standard issue dagger and ripped it into the machine. Kamar just grabed his duel pistols and blasted every machine he saw. In less than a minute it was over. Renar walked over to Jen holstering his pistol, his dagger broke and was half buried in a machine.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, how are the troops?"
"I don't know" looking around he saw several dead laying on the ground Kamar was administering bandadges to a wounded soldier. "Trooper what's going on?" Renar yelled by a marine running past.
"We have 8 dead sir, and 3 wounded." It was the same sergent that they talked to before.
"Get them up and going were breaching the bridge next."
"Yes Sir!"
"Good man i'll have to have him promoted." Jen said as they walked over to Kamar.
"Were ready to move out."
"Let's get going." Renar said but stoped when he saw Jen stairing at the dead. "Don't worry we'll make these bastards pay."
"We will..."
Luckly they made it the rest of the way to the 713 floor with no problems. They ran up the stairs and down the hall.
"Hault!!" Renar yelled, and they suddenly stopped. "Jen where is the bridge?" Jen looked down at the holo map exaimning it.
"Down the hall and too the right there the entrance should be." she said looking up.
"Lock and load boys were about the enter some heavy resistance! CHARGE!" Kamar said and they took off running. All 22 marines and Renar, Kamar, and Jen rounded the corner. If machines could act surprised these did a good job at it. They shot each one burining a hole threw their odd shaped head, droping all 6. Jen ran up and started punching in codes, to the terminal, suddenly it made a beeping noise and the door woshed open. Unforntally the bridge crew was ready and was already shooting back.
Renar lobed in a few frag gernades and the shooting quietened down. They rushed in there were 2 Narcothian's standing by a captians chair and 8 machines spread out around the bridge.
"Capture the Narcothian's!" Renar shouted as he hit the floor rolling, dodgeing several shots. The Marines just rushed them dropping all 8 of them, while they were transfixed on Renar. Kamar ran up body slaming the first Narcothian to the ground sending his blaster flying. The secound Narcothian pulled his blaster, but was also body slammed to the ground before he could get off a shot by Jen. The whole battle was over in a few secounds. Jen ran back to lock the bridge doors while Renar and Kamar worked on overideing the computer.
"I have visiual feed on the engineering deck!" Renar said as the display screen infront of him lit up. It showed a whole mess of blasted machines laying all over the deck with several crumpled bodies mixed in with them. And Terran and team Quickening attaching explosives all over the main powercore. "Terran do you read me?" Kamar said on his com-link.
"Yes... do you have the data?!"
"Even better the whole bridge."
"Looks like we got lucky there were hardly any people here except for those blasted machines."
"Yeah looks like they were running on a skeleten crew, this has got to be a big blow to their efforts, they only have one of these Base's left now."
"How's the battle comeing?"
"I don't know let me check on that." He punched in a few more keys, a whole tactical display appeared in the middle of the room, showing 2 Narcothian fleets closeing in around a battered Adrimal Vos's fleet.
"nuts! Not good got to go!" he exclaimed quickly closeing the link and turned to Jen and Renar.
"Take control of the guns!"
"Already working on it!" they both exclaimed at once. A few minutes went by the display kept looking worse and worse. "GOT IT!" They both yelled suddenly at once. The tactical display showed the Base slowly moveing in towored the engagement, and then the weapon's opened fire ripping therew the Narcothian ships catching them by total surprise. In 15 minutes the battle was over.
This is Adrimal Vas to Opatar Command, please come
in, I repeat this is Adrimal Vas please come in, this is urgent
we've discovered the Narcothians plans your in great danger!
Please respond this is urgent...
-Adrimal Vas to Opatar Command
Blade- Adrimal Vas's Mother Ship; Opatar System
Renar, Jen, and Kamar along with hundreds of others stood on the observation deck looking out at the wreckage. They had come, they had come without even the slighest warning. Massing a huge fleet at the middle of their territory, they launched an all out attack aginst all the already spread to thin Aeron fleets ripping them to shreads. They had even known about the planned attack aginst Base 32, it was only by a miracle that they had lived. They pushed them all they way back to 5 sectors within a day. Every military and civilian base was wiped out. Claiem and Coma were dead... their actually dead the thought still ecoued threw both Renar, and Kamar's heads.
"Come on the breifings in 5 minutes Terren there waiting for us." Jen said to them "Let's see how the fleets doing..."
"This isn't worth it, the war it, it's not worth it..." Renar said holding his head.
"Come on we got to get going, we got to stay strong." Kamar said leading Renar out of the observation deck.
"By now you all know what has transpired here today, the tragic loss of our friends and loved ones. The destruction of nearly all of our fleets. And... they now know the location of our home galaxy, Forgration. Everyone's looked up some with a blank stair some with the look of a super nova in their eyes. But the information recovered by our heros here today, Renar, Jen and Terren can spare us one more tragic loss. We've found out that we have inflicted great losses on the Narcothians forceing them to creat Reavers, droids that are replaceing the Narcothians on the front lines. We also finally know who they are and where they came from, the Narcothians came from the Galaxy Blognakeran. Their galaxy is in a serveir state they came here in order to see if this galaxy would suit their purposes for a new home. In their home galaxy they are currently fighting a greater threat and wide spread devestation has enveloped their galaxy. Meaning they used nearly all of their resources to come here.
And now the most important part we know what their next target will be, and we know where every single ship they have will be. There creating one massive armada and will be attacking Eden Prime..." A gasp sounded threwout the chamber. Were doomed! someone moaned from the front. Yes, yes I know it sounds like defeat, but we have a plan useing our black holes we can temperarly create a vortex in the middle of their armada wiping out over a quarter or more of their forces, to help even the battle feild. Whats even more important is what our heros here captured..."
The Aeron are weaklings and fools and we are
finally going to wipe them out on their own battle feild.
We are moveing in and are going to capture their home planet.
But in our attack it is very important that we do not even scratch
their Centerpoint Staion. That is the station
that controls and focuses the power of their black holes. If it is destroyed
the energy released will be strong enough to destroy the galaxy,
send us back to our own, or even transport us tens of thousands of
years into the future. We must capture that station first if we want
any chance of being victorious.
A tactical layout of the attack is being sent
to each of your ships. May the Narcothian Empire be victorious over the Aeron skum.
-Grand War Master Glenar to the Narcothian Generals
CH. III
