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Prologue - The birth of the Traders Emergency Coalition

The small vessel emerged from phase space, leaving anti-matter dust in its wake. Its ion engines flared and it banked towards the planet of Koronis. Fires could be seen even from here, thousands of kilometres above in orbit, as hundreds of buildings were burning from orbital bombardment. The Providence banked sharply to avoid a huge lump of wreckage. As they passed by it, the pilot could see that it was a piece of a refinery ship, outfitted with several laser cannons. They were cold now, more powerful weapons having torn the ship asunder. More such wrecks came in sight, cold and lifeless as the rag-tag warship they saw earlier. Denaros sighed, deep cirles seemingly engraved under his eyes. His quarters were bright and cosy, unlike his mood. The Vasari had sacked another planet, Kron, stripping it bare of any resources. The Kronian defence fleet was swept aside by an armoured wall of Kortuls and Antoraks, supported by endless torpedoes fired by Kanraks. They had barely managed to evacuate half the Kron's population when Vasari started slagging it from orbit with Karrastras. Millions of civilians died. The rest got on the over-cramped trade ships and small fighters. The 'evacuation' was a complete chaos. Many ships were shot down by Vasari fighters and bombers before they could enter phase space and escape to other planets.
His thoughts were interrupted by the comm-device's crackle "My Lord we're docking with Nevarios in a minute. The rest of the council are here already."

Nevarios was a giant of a space station, there were few of these left in Trader space. These stations served as refill and trade points, and were crucial to the infrastructure, so they were outfitted with the heaviest weapons Traders used. Lasers, missiles, autocannons and the like. The shields were immensely powerful, and as such, they could hold their own against marauding pirates with ease. These stations also served as refineries, repair stations, and also were able constructing space-faring vessels. At these times, these stations were the safest places in the gravity well. Thousands had fled to the stations, forcing them to 'grow' biodomes, and now they were truly self-sufficient cities in space, thanks to the vast hydroponics decks that supplied these stations with food. Vasari dared not to attack these vast stations, for the cost would be too great. The exploding reactors would obliterate their fleet easily. He heard a soft 'clang' as they docked with Nevarios. He stood up and tidied his robes.
The door opened with a hiss and he saw the station's commander "Great to see you, Lord Denaros. The council is impatient to see you."
He nodded. They walked over to the elevator and stepped inside. As they zoomed upwards, Denaros could see hundreds of people in space suits, flying around and collecting wreckage to be remelted and reused. A couple of them recognised Denaros for who he was and saluted him. The elevator slowed to a halt and the door slid open. Denaros was momentarily deafened by the overwhelming noise. Dozens of men and women were arguing heatedly, their voices a incoherent gaggle.
"SILENCE! SILENCE, YOU FOOLS! YOU CALL YOURSELVES DIPLOMATS?" he roared. The huge hall fell quiet instantly. He used the moment of silence to cross the hall and stepped on the podium.
"I am bearing grave news. The last of the Alexi Dinasty have died, leaving me and the Order's council to lead the Traders. I say that we need an efficient fleet of warships." Cries of protest went up from the crowd, but he continued "Would you rather watch our worlds burn, poorly equipped ships and men die for nothing? They are traders, not soldiers! This millenia of peace has made us soft! And whatever I say, goes! We need to suspend our agenda for the time being, and reorganize ourselves into a fighting force. I have a name for this alliance against Vasari." He slotted a memory chip in the computer. After a few seconds, three letters appeared on the screen, mounted in the wall.

TEC

"TEC, what does that mean, Lord Denaros?" a woman stood up, whom Denaros recognized as Waleriona, the leader of Tondam Corporation.

He smiled "Simple enough. Traders Emergency Coalition."

Waleriona quietly mouthed the words. Then she stood up and cheered "My worlds, resources and workforce are at your disposal! Long live the TEC!"

Gerron, leader of Nitheim Rebels joined her, cheering "I join the Coalition as well! All I own is Lord Denaros' now!"

More people joined in, cheering and pledging their allegiance to the newly founded alliance. He unfurled a banner. They cheered again, shaking hands with each other.


(This is Denaros, when he took command of TEC. The logo can be seen on his hat.)

The mankind finally had a hope.

The entirety of Trader leaders had joined the TEC, and were now milling over the crucial questions but one thing was sure: they had to increase the military production - on a massive scale. They also needed the crucial warships. For that they had brought the sharpest and brightest minds from all over the galaxy. They were working restlessly for days now, on new and improved warship designs, borrowing details from millenia old designs, which were used before the Golden Age, or thinking up new, innovative designs. Rumours were going about that they were already building a prototype warship already. They would not let everyone inside, telling that 'it's a surprise'. The door slid apart, and a whitecoat stumbled inside, dataslate in his hands.
Waleriona stood up, hope filling her voice "Is it done?"
Without a word, the scientist walked over to the holoprojector and plugged the dataslate in it. A rotating 3D render flickered, and the mighty warship was visible to all. Denaros gasped, taken aback by what he saw. The utilitarian desing was simple, rugged, but also fluid-like.
"What are its specifications?" The leader of Provians asked.
"Well, it's exactly 10000 metres long, has armour plating straight from Eija Foundries" this caused a murmur of impressment. Eija Atio was the founder of these massive, spacefaring foundries. The armour plating provided by them was as close to invincibility one could get. But the scientist continued "As you all may know, the Vasari use a strange missile system. It penetrates the shields of our vessels, tearing in the hull. This new warship has a special shield configuration that will negate their ability to bypass the shields. I remind you, this configuration is a PROTOTYPE, so all kinks are not worked out yet. The shields themselves are powerful enough to shrug off most space battles. Combined with the brand-new design Vernos 344-BGD Ion drive engines, it is amazingly fast. A plethora of smaller drives are placed all over the ship, making it amazingly agile for its size. A Stage-7 Grinox phase drive ensures quick, safe, efficient FTL travel. It certainly does not lack in firepower, either. We made sure of that. On the front are four linked beam cannons, and a experimental railgun. Three autocannons and two inter-linked pulse laser batteries complement them. On the starboard side there are three autocannon batteries, on the port side are another two. Even the rear section is covered by two more autocannons. It can support two squadrons of strike craft if needed. To end, this behemoth is crewed by a crew of 2500..." His monologue was interrupted by a shadow that was covering the hall. Waleriona cautiously walked over the curved windows. A massive gun slided past her, followed by three more. There was a massive warship outside. It moved upwards, and she was in level with the command bridge of this ship. Inside she saw dozens of people, crewing their stations. A faint shimmering gave away the presence of shielding. The captain greeted her and the rest of the leaders who had gone mute, completely dumbstruck.
The scientist wiped tears from his eyes "Behold the first of Kol class, The Newborn Hope."

Denaros immediately had thrown the scientists a load of work. They were now to design more ships, a task they happily accepted. Having received so much praise for the Kol, they were more than lucky to get on with this task.
"Now then, what did they ask? A basic frigate, a orbital bombardment design and more, but I think that we will need to convert some civvie designs. Erso, hand me that blueprint, please? Thank you. Now then, this one I like. A Hoshiko. Now see, this one is able to launch drones. We will replace them with repair and demolition bots. See these niches, they offer a near 360 degree launch. Just remember to give it a heavy laser. Now what's this? What do you call this? Hmm, Cobalt? I see, great job! Now this one will be great in basic combat. I have designed this one, you see. Two pods of long-range missiles to support them. I named it Javelis LRM frigate. LRM stands for 'long range missiles'. Because of the job we have to do, I haven't been able to give it what it really needs - Cyclotaurite payloads, for improved range and damage. It also could use improved ACM." The scientists' job had no visible end to it.

The room was full of celebrating people, the leaders were feeling as hopeful as never before the war with Vasari. They now had the weapon with which to retake their worlds. The news had spread throughout the Nevarios, the civilians gaping at the mighty warship moored at the station. The ship was bustling with people, everyone wanting to see it for themselves. The news had also spread to nearby planets. Reports were coming in that new fleets were being built, the scientists on Koronis having sent out copies of the brand-new warships. Now the main scientists were presenting these blueprints. Strike craft carrier, bombardment frigate, a flak frigate, a long range missile frigate, a combat frigate, you name it, they got it. Everything to make a diverse fleet. But that wasn't all. The scientists had brought up a plethora of orbital defences. Dual-cannon gauss turrets, hangars, planetary shields, repair stations, the lot. Denaros and the rest of Coalition's council listened intently, when a message came "Lord Denaros, the Vasari are massing for another attack against Koronis. They will be here in 41 minutes!"
He responded instantly "How big is the fleet?"
"The phase space probes came back several minutes. A Jarrasul, three Skarovas, supported by a pair of Junsuraks. They got a dozen of Ravastras as well."
Denaros sighed "Alert the fleet! And tell them that we're bringing The Newborn Hope along as well."
Waleriona smiled a predatory smile.

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Chapter One - The tables are turned

Hundreds of boots thudded on the floor as the civilians left The Newborn Hope. The hatches slid shut with a hiss. The walkways retracted, freeing the hulking warship. Its maneuvering engines flared, slowly spinning it a 100 degrees to the left. The entirety of Coalition's council were onboard, save for Waleriona who had taken off in her private starfighter. She was just outside the bridge, flying alongside them, six wingmen accompanying her. Everyone was wound up. The Vasari fleet was going to arrive any moment now. Gerron had been counting the seconds all the time. He reached zero. And the Vasari arrived.
Their fleet opened instantly on The Newborn Hope, but uselessly. The shields held out, plasma fire and missiles splashing against them. In return, the Kol spat a hail of shells from its autocannons. The destructive barrage tore five Ravastras apart, their wrecks becoming miniature solar systems, complete with orbiting debris as planets. The outfitted merchant ships managed to slag one of the Skarovas, before needing to hide behind the Kol. Pulse laser barrages took out the Junsuraks. Waleriona was having the time of her life. A Lasurak transport was also present and she and her wingmen were chasing the hapless Vasari bombers. The Newborn Hope's four axial beam cannons lit up, slicing through a Skarova and three Ravastras as their shields flickered and died, unable to withstand the powerful weapons. The separated halves of four warships floated apart. The Vasari fleet was down to only four Ravastras, a single Skarova and the Jarrasul flagship. The Newborn Hope surged forward, weapons blazing.

Waleriona cackled wildly as she bore down against the Vasari bomber. The twin gatling cannons spun, sending hundreds of tungsten-tipped slugs flying. They drilled through the alien metal composing the bomber's hull. It spun out of control, impacting the last remaining Skarova. Its payload of unfired phase missiles exploded, ripping a big chunk of metal from the massive cruiser. A barrage of pulse lasers from the merchant ships delivered the killing blow to the wounded Skarova. She zoomed past The Newborn Hope, her wingmen scattered around, harassing the remaining Ravastras. Suddenly she felt her fighter being attracted by the great warship. Something was wreaking havoc on her computer systems! Then she understood what was happening. The Newborn Hope was charging its railgun. It was aligning its flight path towards the Jarrasul. The electromagnetic field was intensifying, making Waleriona's maneuvering systems go haywire. The Newborn Hope shuddered and the 1000 kilogram-weighting depleted uranium, tungsten-encased slug shot forward at 100,000 kilometres per second.

Xarineq of Li Sector Remnants sat in the caverous hall, one of the many aboard the Ulstor. He was the commander of this particular Jarrasul. They had raided this planet Koronis. But now this secondary raid had gone awry. The humans had a destructive warship, the likes of which he had never seen before. He had to turn tail and run. 19,000 Vasari lives were at stake. Suddenly, the whole ship listed to the right side. The shrieking clamour of torn metal echoed throughout the whole structure. A screen lit up. Whan he saw stopped his heart for a second. A gargantuan hole had been torn in the ship, uncountable hapless Vasari flailing about, their life draining away in the cold nothinghess of space. On the other side of Ulstor, another hole had been torn by the railgun. They were venting atmosphere. Xarineq stod up to speak, but was cut short by a merciless barrage of pulse lasers, autocannons, every Trader ship was opening up all crates of FUCK YOU they had on the grievously damaged Jarrasul. He screamed in the ship-wide speakers "Everyone to escape pods! E-" He was cut short as a hail of bullets pierced the already wrecked hull and tore into his body. Green, glowing blood spattered across the screens and the console. With his last dying breaths he realized he'd failed the Exodus Fleet. As his vision and hearing faded out, the Ulstor slowly split apart, the ravaged superstructure no longer able to hold together. With an almighty shriek, the hull split apart, vacuum sucking Xarineq's lifeless body out. Last thing he saw was his blood, forming magnificent arcs of crystals, frozen in the cold expanse of space.

The whole council were silent as they watched the Jarrasul split in two. Suddely, it exploded, a nova shockwave slagging the four remaining Ravastras. Seven merchant vessels lay ruined, but even now escape pods popped clean of them and made planetfall. The comand bridge was filled with cheering, everyone having been impressed greatly by the power this new battleship wields. No Vasari had escaped - they hadn't spared any Traders, and they returned the favour now. The remaining Vasari escape pods were picked off by Waleriona's fighters. This day would live on forever in Trader's memory as the first decisive victory over the enemy. To Vasari, however, the loss of one of the oldest ships of Exodus Fleet was a heavy blow, along the other vessels lost, for Ulstor was one of the few ships left from Dark Fleet Veerr, more than ten millennia years of spacefaring on it. The main screen flickered and showed the Nevarios's commander. His uniform had gone, replaced by simple clothes "Oh, that was great! Magnificent! The people here are celebrating like crazy! This victory has really lifted their spirits!" He was pulled off-screen briefly. A struggle could be heard. He returned, a smudge of lipstick on his cheek "Oh, I'm sorry, but I have matters to attend to." A hand appeared, snatching him away again. The comm-link was terminated. Waleriona walked in, her flightsuit still on "I heard that transmission. The whole ship did." Her voice had a slight hint of amusement to it "Shall we join the celebration?" The Newborn Hope docked again with Nevarios. The Coalition's council saw behind the airlock's viewport, that dozens of people were standing there, cheering. The door slip apart with a hiss and they were overwhelmed by the cheering. Everyone wished to shake their hands. They tried to get through the croud, but uselessly. Denaros saw several hover cameras gliding about, looking at him. He stood up on a box "Everyone! May I have your attention?" The cheering fell silent, replaced by muttering and he could speak undisturbed. "This has been a grand victory! Spread the news to other Trader worlds! Tell them that Vasari will pay for what they've done! We will push them back!" After these words, the cheering grew even louder, but they parted and let the Council through. Countless handshakes and pats on backs followed. Needless to mention, the partying continued throughout the night.

The news had spread lightning-fast. Several worlds had halted the Vasari advance, others were rebelling. The Vasari had initiated lockdown on every Trader world they captured. Now they were slipping from their grasp. The tide of war was slowly turning. The warship data had been sent out, and a efficient fleet was slowly coming together. Thousands, if not millions, had volunteered to service in TDN. Countless factories were churning out munitions and weaponry. Also, a special shock force unit was developed, but it was cloudy whether it was true or just a rumour. Denaros had decided to go on a crusade of sorts to take all their worlds back and free the enslaved Traders. After weeks of relentless construction, a grand fleet was was finished and assembled, 260 frigates and cruisers, along with 20 capital ships. And to supplement it all, it turned out that the special troopers' rumour was true and they also were present. 150 battle-hardened soldiers, equipped with re-entry capable exoskeleton armour and high-end weapons, stood in neat rows. They also joined 1st Liberation Fleet. This was the day they left for war. The fleet had yet to leave the planetside of Gethesmane. Every single ship in the fleet had been built there, thousands of men and women were streaming to their designated ships, almost like a river. Denaros was waiting for Waleriona to arrive. She had also volunteered to join him, pointing out that 'no-one knows how to pilot a fighter or a bomber'. She insisted on teaching the greenhorns with the help of Crimson Teeth pilots. He heard someome running behind. He turned round and saw a breathless man run towards him. When he reached Denaros, he bent over, working his lungs like bellows.
After a minute, he stood up "We... we just intercepted a message... from Vasari. They have assaulted a world. It's off our charts, but we... we have a pinpoint location of the transmission's origin." Denaros snatched the dataslate out of the man's hand "We shall go there now. If there are any people who fight against the Vasari, we must help them. Not to mention, they may be potential trading partners."

A couple of hours later, the fleet was ready, giant booster rockets attached to them. They slowly tilted backwards, until they all pointed skywards. Swirls of nitrogen and cyclotaurite hissed from the booster rockets. The command center was filled with chatter as they cheched and re-checked the systems of the entire fleet. Denaros was strapped in the captain's seat of The Newborn Hope, the giant warship besting every other ship in height, except for the other three Kols, who stood tall, proud, magnificent and every bit uncompromising as The Newborn Hope. The grand vessels almost reached the troposhpere, even though there were hundreds of kilometres to go until they were free of Gethesmane's gravity. They were ready to launch. This was the biggest warfleet ever to leave a planet. The countdown reached zero. Hundreds of solid fuel rockets lit up, spewing out expanding clouds of smoke. Dull roaring penetrated everything. The cloud expanded, swallowing everything, even the Kols. The command center was silent, waiting for any vessels to show up. Suddenly, a couple of frigates and cruisers popped clean of the smoke, their booster rockets spewing twin stacks of flame as they burned upwards. A couple of shadows loomed within the cloud. Then the distinctive beam cannons of four Kols shot upwards, followed by the rest of the ships as they roared upwards, leaving a massive plume of smoke in their wake. The Marzas were last to leave, their massive weight weighing them down. The command center exploded in cheering, the noise almost overwhelming the leaving fleet.

Inside The Newborn Hope, it was a different story. The inertial dampeners were useless against such acceleration. The whole ship was shaking, various dials beeping, blinking and spinning. The sky slowly darkened. A vague sound reached his ears. The boosters were to be discarded. Series of explosions resonated within the hull of every warship of the 1st Fleet as explosive bolts removed the now useless boosters. And the main engines kicked in. The speed increased, sky was pitch black now. And suddenly, the shaking stopped. The Newborn Hope fell silent. The vast expanse of universe lay ahead of them. But there was no time. The coordinates given to Denaros by were quickly distributed through the fleet. The coordinated phase jump would surprise the Vasari for sure. For many, it was the first time in space and the fleet-wide channel was filled with chatter.They all watched as the crackling white lighting tore into the different space, pulling it wide enough for the whole fleet to be pulled inside. In a flash, they were gone, speeding of to an unexplored location, leaving only antimatter dust where they were only seconds ago.

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Chapter 2 - Meet the Asli

Naela Was'Sholas shuddered as she pulled the blanket tighter around her. The small campfire in front of her offered little refuge from the cold wind. Her fellow Asli were sleeping. It was her turn to guard the position. Her Lance rifle lay besides her, ready to be fired. A small glinting caught her eye. She snatched the rifle and fired a single shot. A moment later, a screeching scream reached her ears. She had hit the alien soldier in the leg. He was going to be out of comission for quite a while. She smiled for a second. But then the reality of the situation pressed down on her again. These 'Vasari' had taken most of the Hilaera, one of the few places they hadn't yet broken was this very line her outpost was a part of. The Asli were a peaceful kind, more inclined to talk their differences out than unnecessarily spill blood. But now they were pressed to fight. And even now they shot to incapacitate, not kill. Their adversaries didn't agree to such ways, indiscriminately slaying everyone in their path. The situation was grim. With no ways to run or hide, they just held the line and hoped for the best. The line stretched around their capital, the Visxora. It was one of the few places that still hadn't been overrun, so more defense lines were placed en route to the city. The one she was at, was roughly three neroks(about 500 km) away from Visxora.

The night came and went. The dawn broke. And so did the defense line.

A massive plasma artillery barrage pummeled the confused militia, sowing death everywhere, followed by thousands of Vasari shocktroopers. The untrained people fled, except for few brave souls who sacrificed themselves to save others.

Naela had relegated herself to this duty as well, to buy others time to escape. Her fear had been replaced by cold, rigid determinaton.

She raised the rifle's sights to her eye.

She aimed at an ornately dressed alien, probably an officer of sorts.

A chilling rush crept under her skin.

She pressed the trigger.

The quiet border of Hilaera's gravity well was disturbed by a single fizzle of a small lightning. Several more appeared, and they danced around, spawning more of the phenomenal lights, pulling a bright tear into space. With a crack, a warship appeared. And another. And another. On and on they came, every single one of them bearing three letters.

TEC

The 1st Liberation Fleet had arrived, and hadn't even been noticed. Unluckily, they were some distance off their target. Nevertheless, they barreled on to their target, the Vasari fleet. Aboard all the carriers, hundreds of fighters and bombers were fueled up and filled to the brim with ammo. The entire fleet vibrated with energy. Aboard The Newborn Hope, the tactical grid of the planet's gravity well was slowly rotating from the holoprojector. A swarm of green figures representated their own fleet, while another swarm of red figures sat besides the planet. The Vasari fleet. Fires were rising from the planet, every major city was laying in ruins. Suddenly, a small vessel popped out besides Silverblaze, one of the Sova carriers serving in the fleet. The newly arrived vessel wasn't theirs. It was one of Vasari. It noticed the massive fleet besides it and tried to flee. The retreat was cut short by a single missile from Ravager, a Marza dreadnought. It slammed against the small Jikara, blowing a chunk out of it. Out of control, it spiralled until it hit an asteroid, exploding spectacularly, alerting the Vasari fleet at the same time. They would have rushed to the location, if it weren't for the waiting Trader fleet. Now they were milling about, uncertain of what to do. The 'arrogance' of the Traders angered them and yet they feared to make the first move. And that helped the Traders to seize initiative. Marzas opened up with long-range missiles, followed by Javelis's. A hail of missiles smacked against the shields of 150 Vasari ships. The 1st Liberation Fleet surged forward, all guns blazing. Plasma fire and missiles slammed against their shields. Another barrage of missiles flew from the TEC vessels, extinguishing shields of several enemy vessels. A burning Stilakus scraped down the side of a Kortul and burned downwards, to the planet.

The hell went loose.

Fighters and bombers were flying everywhere, narrowly avoiding crashes. The lighter missile and torpedo frigates held back, while the heavier ships were in the thick of it. Capital ships and heavy cruisers took the brunt of the assault, but only few ships could withstand the onslaught of Kols' beam cannons and Marzas' relentless missile barrages. The combined firepower of The Newborn Hope, Old Sun, Marauder and Defiant sliced a crowded group of Skarovas apart. Packs of Cobalts were darting around, hunting the smaller ships and drawing fire away from damaged friendlies. The battle was decidedly turning awry for the Vasari. Hundreds of Vasari perished as Hoshikoes' demolition bots tore gaping holes in the hulls of Vasari capital ships. Although the small Cobalts, Javelis's and Gardas were swatted aside by bigger cruisers, the distraction proved useful as bombers rained their payload upon the hapless Vasari. The Vasari fleet was in total disarray. Many of their ships had crashed with each other.But, even though they were in chaos, the Vasari fought back, heavily damaging many ships.

Denaros saw Krosov TDN-083 get skewered by a plasma lance. A minute later, escape pods launched from them. And the frigate exploded. The numerous pods buzzed over to other ships. Denaros felt something slam against the side of The Newborn Hope. He looked at the camera and winced. The Vasari had sent a boarding party. Even now, hundreds of elitary shocktroopers poured inside the Kol. Denaros grabed the ship-wide speaker "Exo companies 1,2,4 and 5, prepare to repel boarders! Company 3, make planetfall!" A chorused roar of 150 soldiers filled the ship. The four companies spread out in the connecting halls, the ones that lead to the boarding craft, while the 3rd took a different path. They were to jump out of the hangar bay.

Among them was Lieia Grisova, a native of Linv. Linv was the first planet to fall to Vasari. She was one of the few to escape. She was only 17 then. Now, she had been given a chance to exact revenge on the aliens who had slain her family. The hangar door before her slid apart. And the sight took her breath out of her. Countless fighters and bombers zoomed around, while frigates, cruisers and capital ships slugged it out between themselves. The space was filled with all kinds of munitions shooting from ship to ship. She looked at the breathtaking sight. Her HUD just couldn't register all the explosions. She strapped her NX-61 to her back. The rest of her company had already jumped out. After re-checking her planetfall shields, she jumped out gracefully. Her exoskeleton armour provided her with amazing strength, agility and speed. The shielding would ensure she didn't burn to a crisp. The armour was also outfitted with several miniature boosters, to help maneuvre while burning in. She quickly closed up to her lieutenant. Others were spread out, their nav-systems guiding them to the designated drop zone. Suddenly, a missile struck her. Her shields held out, but the explosion pushed her off trajectory. The maneuvering boosters were all but useless. All she could do was try and counter the wild spin. She noticed a Cobalt in her path and did her best to aim for it. The highly encripted code allowed her to pass through the shielding unscathed. Unluckily, she had no way of slowing down and slammed face-first into the armoured hull. Dazed, she stood up and made her way towards the lower part of the ship. Suddenly, a plasma lance struck the Cobalt amidships. Lieia jumped off and glided past the ship. She was way off the charted course. The best she could do was try to get to the planet unharmed. She pushed of the wrecked vessel, saw it trying to ignite its engines again, but it was useless, and it was burning into the atmosphere as well. She fell head-first through the exosphere. After mere minutes, she felt the heat of thermosphere grazing against her shielding. Upon reaching the lower level of troposphere, the armour's automated systems kicked in, flipping her round. After a couple of seconds, she smashed into the ground, feeling something squishy go bust beneath her.

Oops.

Naela watched in horror as the wrecked Vasari ship plummeted from the space and smashed into the ground. Apparently, they had found an adversary. Were they friendly, or hostile as well? Her attention was drawn by a low booming. A swarm of objects were burning their way down to the surface. Suddenly, a roaring voice alerted her. One of Vasari halberders was charging at her. She raised her rifle and fired, but the alien simply shrugged the shot off. Naela almost paid the ultimate price. The tip of the halberd slashed across her stomach, digging through her skin. She fell on her back, her rifle out of the reach. The halberder raised his weapon but was interrupted by an object which landed on top of him, smashing the unfortunate bugger to pulp. Once the dust settled, Naela's mouth opened in a wide O of surprise. A silently humming figure stood before her, half-crouching. It stood up, seemingly oblivious of the Vasari fire that plinked off it. Naela watched it remove a big rifle from it's back. It unhurriedly aimed it at a group of huddled Vasari and fired the gun.

Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrrrrrrt!

The unlucky shocktroopers exploded in a fine mist of blood and gore.

Naela watched silenty, both appalled and amazed by the raw firepower the weapon posessed. A jolt of pain reminded her of her undesirable condition. The glittering blood was flowing from the open wound and she gasped. The involuntary gasp drew the warrior's attention. It bent down to her, any expression hidden behind the helmet. It reached towards her wound, as if examining it. After few seconds it stood up "Hmm, looks like you got lucky. I've seen those halberds slice through tougher things." Those words were completely incomprehensable to Naela, who looked at Lieia non-plussed. What was this 'person' saying? Lieia sighed and pulled out a medicinical plaster. Then she gave it to Naela, indicating that she should apply it to her wound. She suspiciously placed the plaster across her wound and it settled there. The sharp pain dissapeared instantly. She looked up at the immobile figure and spoke.

"Kashel."Thanks.

This in turn confused her saviour, who scratched her helmet "Ok, so we can't understand each other. Huh. Go figure." A plasma mortar shell landed nearby, and Lieia sighed irritatedly. She turned round and marched casually off towards the Vasari lines. The screaming erupted several seconds later as she picked them off one by one with single precision shots. Naela got up, and clutched her rifle. She'd make use of herself today. She knelt down and brought her weapon to bear. The scaly face of a Vasari soldier appeared in the telescopic sights of her rifle. She pulled the trigger and a lance of pure energy blew the Vasari's face to bits. She aimed at another one. Seconds later he too was dead. She stayed close to Lieia for cover, who was a favourable target, despite her ship-grade shielding not even faltering under all the firepower that was directed at her. If anyone was so much as to look weirdly at Naela, Lieia put him down for good, while Naela was popping them at distance, if anyone was carrying anything heavier than a missile launcher. Together they made it over to the wrecked Vasari ship. It was completely wrecked, not a single Vasari had survived. With the extra cover it provided, they both could hold the attacking horde off. Dozens of dead Vasaris piled up in front of them. A shadow suddenly loomed overhead, prompting Lieia to look up.

"Oh..."

The Cobalt she had kicked off from before was now burning down to the planet as well.

Naela was also watching in numb horror, before she was unceremoniously slung on Lieia's shoulder and she was legging it at nearly 150 km/h. Lieia watched the ruined warship list, and several escape pods were launched from them. Seconds later the Cobalt slammed into the ground, the escape pods having settled nearby. With a single, powerful jump, Lieia had landed besides them. She saw the crowd of seventy or so slightly dazed crew mill about the pods and waved at them "Hey, get over here! We got a battle to win!" Most of the crewmen were toting pulse carbines, while others had simple handguns. Suddenly, several big expolsions ripped through the Vasari lines. Many of their hovertanks lay ruined. Lieia squinted and saw the rest of the 3rd Exos cutting their way towards them. They had been tasked with eliminating the Vasari command structure, a task they found to be a child's play. In their arrogance, Vasari hadn't even placed sentries around their commanders. Now, the crazed Vasari elite were on their heels, followed by the rest of the Vasari troops. The jetpack-boasting Exos were first to get on the crashed Cobalt, their weapons and armour slick with blood of countless Vasari. They had slaughtered their way through the hapless Vasari. Others followed seconds later, the powerful hydraulics allowing to make the jump. The big hole in TDN-019's hull provided them with protection. The ground shook as hundreds of Vasari shocktroopers charged at the entrenched Trader soldiers. Disintegrator fire fizzled across their heads. The snipers opened up on the charging mass. They still kept running, oblivious of the fact that there was no cover at all. The rest of the Exos started firing, snapping off single, precision shots with deadly accuracy, supported by the carbines of Navy cadets. But still the Vasari kept running at them. Missiles streaked from the Exos' GN-38 missile launchers, blowing dozens of them to kibble. The superior firepower whittled their numbers away in minutes. The wind howled across the desert, the blood soaking into the sand. No Vasaris had survived their suicidal charge. Lieia ejected the spent clip and loaded a fresh one. With mechanical precision, she pulled the loading lever back and forth, chambering a round. The weight of the clip balanced the weapon perfectly. A strange whining sound erupted, and Lieia spun round, just to see her fellow soldiers vanish.

Teleportation. Damn.

They had been teleported back aboard The Newborn Hope, except Lieia and her Asli companion.

"Ni'lye, har! Diswel'o na Visxora!" Follow, friend! Let's go to Pearldome!
Naela was waving at Lieia, indicating that she should follow. Shrugging, she slotted her weapon on her back and followed Naela, towards the slightly burning city. The surrounding landscape was littered with wrecks and also was rocky, making quick travel impossible. By nightfall, they had only gone 48 km towards Visxora and even Lieia was exhausted. They both were now walking besides a forest, when Naela suddenly ran forwards one of the trees and started plucking something from it. When she returned, in her hands were several strange, purple fruits. She handed a couple to Lieia, who inspected the fruit suspiciously. Naela chuckled and took a bite from her own. Seeing this, Lieia felt her hunger rise. She keyed her helmet, making it slide back. She raised the fruit to her mouth and took a small bite. The fruit was surprisingly sweet and she devoured it instantly. Rapidly, she ate the rest. Despite their size, they were surprisingly nutritious, making her feel sated. Naela sat down and watched the orbital 'fireworks' as the two fleets kept fighting. The night surrounded them, and she slowly fell asleep. She felt exhausted, a mite hungry, but the presence of the silently humming soldier was a reassuring thing.

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Ah, a story of one of my favorit games of all times.

"Do you see them, my Brothers? Do you see how they quake and tremble with fear? Soon, they shall know that all their fears are pale compared to the terror that will grip their vile souls when they hear the choir that is our bolters for we are veterans of over a thousand campaigns, do not come before an Angel of Death and his weaponry."


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Thank you. SoaSE is my favourite game ever. How good is my writing?

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Its good. I'm going to keep reading this. The story line is good and I want to see how this turns out for the characters. The TEC start to fight well untill the advent show up if memory serves me right.
I now NEED to go and find that disk and play now after this. =)

"Do you see them, my Brothers? Do you see how they quake and tremble with fear? Soon, they shall know that all their fears are pale compared to the terror that will grip their vile souls when they hear the choir that is our bolters for we are veterans of over a thousand campaigns, do not come before an Angel of Death and his weaponry."


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Yah, Advent DO show up after a while. And I also have written a bit of background on a couple of characters and TEC ships. I will also write a bit of information on the Asli biology and the like.

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Chapter 3 - A new alliance is forged

The sparking cable slowly swinged around as the grumbling technician floated past it. He keyed his retroboosters for a few seconds and floated past a big hole in TDN-231's hull. This Garda had taken several phase missiles amidships, dealing devastating damage to its life support systems. He passed by a ringlock that connected the Garda to TDN-106, a Kodiak cruiser. The whole fleet except capital ships, had joined together, helping each other with repairs. The Dunovs were the only capitals designed for fleet support, and so they darted around, from ship to ship, helping to replenish shielding and antimatter reserves. Most of the 1st had taken a nasty beating. The Vasari had called for reinforcements and a sizeable fleet had responded. But now those ships too drifted cold and lifeless. The gears of war were turning in Traders' favour now.

Denaros observed the orbital imagery. The natives on the planet had put up a stiff resistance, that was for sure. A great black smudge represented the Vasari ground forces, blips and spots of brighter blue represented the defenders and the cities and settlements they defended, and a orange dot showed the current position of the stranded Exo trooper. She was moving towards the biggest city on the planetside. It was almost surrounded by Vasari forces. To defeat them, they would need more than the Exos. They'd have to deploy en masse.

The fleet had been stationary above the city, for days now. Dozens of retrofitted merchant ships had jumped to the planet, each of them carrying soldiers, tanks and supplies. They now eagerly waited aboard the biggest capital ships, namely Marzas and Dunovs. The Newborn Hope would also join them, since it carried the Exoskeleton troops. At exactly 1400, ship-time, the nine grand warships started the descent.

Naela sat atop Lieia's armour, clinging to her grimly as they both zoomed across the plain at 150 km/h. At this speed, they arrived at Visxora in mere minutes. The massive gates swung open, letting a small group of militia through. They all had their rifles trained on Lieia. She sighed and unslung her own weapon. In a display of power, she leisurely removed the full clip and slotted it back in, slowly pulling the charging lever back and forth. The militia winced wisibly at the loud, dry click-clack. Upon noticing Naela sitting on her back, they happily holstered their rifles. She jumped down and started hurriedly speaking to the militia soldiers. While Naela was talking to them, Lieia took the time to observe the Visxora. A giant dome covered the entire city, a pearlish glow to it. A thick, black shadow descended upon it. Instantly, she looked up. More shadows appeared through the thick clouds, slowly encircling the city. A panicked screaming erupted from the citizens, who stared at the descending masses. Lieia removed her helmet and watched one of the ships descend in front of her. The thick, stubby landing legs settled firmly in the ground, sending a cloud of dust racing from it. A slight tremor ran through the ground. Others settled around the city, in the way of Vasari army. Lieia set off calmly towards the ship.

The Warmaster Deqcoz stared open-mouthed at the grand machines of war descending from the sky. A simple relevation struck him.

We will all die.

The giant, oiled pistons hissed and the rods slid from them, lowering the massive ramp to the ground. Hundreds of armed figures marched downwards, greeted by a tall, heavily armed figure and a crowd of natives. Denaros was at the head of his troops.

"Took your sweet time, didn't ya?"

He looked at Lieia, who seemed somewhat irritated "I am sorry for that. We had enough trouble with Vasari in the space. Besides, it was only a week. But never mind that. We got a war to win, right?"

"Sure thing. What are we up against?"

"From orbital imagery, I'd say three divisions. Nothing we can't handle. Besides, we got the fleet ready to shell them."
He noticed the inquiring looks from the bystanding Asli. Clearing his throat, he strode forward to greet them "Greetings. My name is Denaros." Long silence, just the slightly unnerving eyes looking at him. Uncertainly, one of the Asli extended her hand and shook Denaros's.

"Kylieh'e na Visxora, aqelu sa Hilaera. Le'vi he Gyliel."Welcome to Pearldome, capital of Brighthaven. My name is Gyliel.

Puzzled, Denaros looked at her with an expression that could only be described as O_o. He turned to Lieia, who just shrugged. He turned back to the supposed leader and scratched his head. Neither of them understood each other. The Asli seemed a bit distressed by this turn of events, but then her face lit up as she laughed and pulled out two small earpieces from a fold in her robes. She handed one to Denaros and put her own on her ear. She spoke again.

"Does your earpiece work, friend?"

He smiled "It does indeed. This is a marvellous piece of technology."

"Not as marvellous as your warships. For long we have strived to expand into universe. But then these Vasari attacked." A twinge of bitterness slipped into her voice.

"If you wish to join us, we will help and give support to your people. But that is your decision to make."

Gyliel paused momentarily. Her eyes were gazing across the assembling army, the majestic, unforgiving warships surrounding her city. She turned around and looked at the planetary Council, who had listened to their conversation. They all nodded.
She turned back to Denaros "If I am to join, I will need to know your name."

He smiled "Denaros Wersian is the name. And yours?"

Gyliel's eyes shone brightly "Gyliel the Farsighted is my name."

"Welcome to Traders Emergency Coalition, Gyliel."
A great cheer rose from the city gates, as hundreds of citizens had assembled there, each one of them listening to what was happening.

"You should come into our city. The Pearldome has long been appraised as a marvel of construction. We also have constructed dozens of guard towers on the walls, but we lack both the materiel and soldiers to defend them properly."

"Do not worry. I have placed the ships around the city. They form an impenetrable wall. And the orbital bombardment should be arriving any minute."

"What is orb-" she asked, but was interrupted by a howling noise. From the sky, dozens of bullet-shaped objects were falling unto Vasari encampment. As soon as they hit the ground, they exploded, vast plumes of smoke rising from them. "Oh. Such destruction and power. Tell me, how long have your kind been fighting the Vasari?"

"It has been months since they attacked. We didn't stand a chance at the beginning. But now the tables are turned. But we will talk later about that. We have a battle to win."

"And we will stand by your side. To war, Asli!" Her words were responded by cheering as the joint army surged forward, to eliminate the Vasari threat. The tanks swarmed across the craterside, firing at their Vasari counterparts. The figthing went sporadic, weapons fire taking down every soldier that wasn't in cover. Exos were scattered everywhere, their shielding and armour allowing to take on Vasari heavies.

Naela was flung across the air as an shell landed behind her. Hitting the ground, she scrambled to cover behind a burning tank as another shell landed nearby. Disintegrator fire flew over her head. One of the Trader tanks rumbled past, it's smoothbore cannon barking as it ripped the Vasari squad apart. She pulled herself to feet and jumped on the tank. It rumbled again, rolling forwards, deeper in the crater. The turret swung to left, and another shell flew from the barrel, this time ripping a Vasari hovertank a new one. Spotting a group of Exos in the distance, Naela jumped off. The distinctive ringing of NX-61's was audible in the distance. She slung her rifle over her back and ran towards the embattled soldiers. She saw Lieia slam the stock of her gun in the face of a Vasari halberder, sending him sprawled on the ground. She riddled him with bullets afterwards.

(Exoskeleton troops at the battle of Pearldome. Leia is on the right side.)
Lieia was about to get another soldier, when a shout got her attention. It was her companion, the one she saved at TDN-019's crash site. She stood up from the bleeding corpse and retracted her visor. Naela stopped in front of her and handed her an earpiece, not dissimilar to the one Denaros and Gyliel was wearing and put her own on. She tapped it slightly and spoke "Can you hear me? Can you understand me?"

Lieia chuckled "I can hear you alright. But why are you givin' this thing to me now? Forgot it or something?"

"Something like that. We had no idea that you speak in a different language-okay, that sounded stupid. But anyways, we hadn't predicted this!"

*boom*

A tank shell had caught Lieia unaware and now she was sprawled on the ground. The Vasari tank crew jeered, but their joy was short-lived. A tankbuster squad was setting up nearby. Their plasma missile launchers flashed and three shrieking missiles boiled the tank apart. Naela rushed over to Lieia who was trying to get up. Lieia only managed to lift her hand before it fell back to the ground. Another Exo joined them, and took a quick scan of the armour "The shield generator is busted, but the motory fuctions have rebooted. I'll need a moment to upload the configuration." He plugged a small wire in a socket on her arm, and pressed a few keys on his own arm. In a couple of seconds, Lieia moved again, this time standing up. She jumped up and down a couple of times to test the balance.
"It's working alright, but the absence of shielding will prohibit you from fighting."
"All right, but at least let me snipe them." A fellow soldier exchanged weapons with her, taking her NX-61 and handing her his monstrous LRS-27 bolt-action rifle. Naela's jaw dropped as she observed the weapon. It was more of a hand cannon than a sniper rifle! Lieia hastily took cover behind a boulder as stray plasma fire hit the ground around her. She laid her gun down on the rock and took aim. The deafening shot ripped through a Vasari tank hunter a kilometre away. She pulled the lever bolt back and up, letting the red-hot casing out and chambering a new one. The next slug tore through the servo joint of a Vasari walker, sending it to the ground. A ragged band of Asli and Trader light infantry appeared, firing their weapons at a line of Vasari heavy troopers. They had retreated in the face of superior numbers. A crack was appearing in their lines. A pair of tanks rumbled behind them, thus widening the crack. Naela felt a wind rush and saw the Exos jump and land heavily on the tanks. They started punching and ripping the heavy armour. Three of them ripped the barrel off. One of them grabbed it and and started using it as a club, tearing into Vasari ranks with terrifying efficiency. Blood was flying everywhere. A low booming heralded the approach of Trader bombers and fighters. But they met resistance. Dozens of Vasari strike craft rose to fight. Hundreds of the small craft now thundered above the ground troops, chasing after each other, trying to get behind each other and deliver the killing blow. Bombers struck at the Vasari fortifications. All manners of anti-air artillery filled the skies. Armour squadrons clashed, their powerful guns shaking the ground itself. The heavy howitzers exchanged fire with their Vasari counterparts. Yet, despite the fierce defence Vasari put up, the outcome of the battle was already foretold. When the last Vasari flier had crashed in the ground, every single Trader bomber delivered a deadly payload of cluster bombs upon the Vasari army's rear lines, effectively silencing their artillery. Every single tank now was covered in troops, slowly rumbling towards the Vasari HQ. Asli and Trader sharpshooters took potshots at the fortified trenches, while Exos jumped their way across the desolate battlefield. High-explosive shells impacted Vasari fortifications. Suddenly, every tank stopped, turned about and left, Exos following suit. Lieia landed besides Naela with a thump "We're pulling out. The brass decided they're just gonna nuke them. Says that we've lost too much ground personnel." Her words weren't far from truth. Dead humans, Asli and considerably more Vasari littered the plain, complemented by a wide array of burning tanks. Naela's stomach bucked at the sight. It was a terrible sight to behold. Truth be told, Naela felt relieved that they weren't assaulting the fortress. But then a thought struck her "Lieia, what about the dead?" Her human friend suddenly froze and sighed "You're right. We can't just leave them here.You hear that Denaros? Delay the strike so that we may retrieve the good dead guys." Apparently she was speaking on main channel, for most of the tanks stopped and the troops cheered at Lieia. Five seconds passed and she received an answer "Couldn't agree more with you. You got one hour. I'll send in the dropships."
For the next hour every single healthy ground troop toiled and loaded the hundreds of their dead and injured on the dropships, while the fallen Asli were taken back inside Pearldome. The whine of thrusthers filled the air as the heavily laden transports lifted off, but they couldn't go too high. Their engines were already straining with the weight and were also directed towards Pearldome. A single bomber descended from the skies. Underside it was the nuclear bomb. A chaos erupted within the joint army as everyone tried to get inside the ships. Hundreds rushed inside the awaiting bays of the warships and even more flowed through the gigantic gate of Pearldome. The small, but devastating weapon tumbled through the air and everyone heard the ultra-sonic whine of the bomber that delivered it as it climbed higher and higher. The bomb hit the ground and exploded. The massive plume of light filled the skies. The last few soldiers and tanks rumbled on the platforms of the ships and with a judder, they slowly shut. The gigantic shockwave shook the mighty vessels to every joint and rivet. It lasted for several minutes. Everyone inside the city watched in awe and fear as hazy clouds encircled their stronghold.

The droning ramp hit the ground and several technicians stepped forward with radiation seekers. The low, almost lazy ticking showed that the radiation was well within the acceptable boundaries. The material used had an exceptionally short half-life, leaving almost no radiation. But the crater would remain. The Asli and Traders built a memorial later there, to honor the brave warriors who fought and died there. Various regiments and battalions had landed all across the planet. In joint operations, they managed to rid the planet free of any Vasari presence in mere weeks.

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Chapter Four - Let the celebration begin

"The recipe is very simple, really. Just cut the meat like so. Then, dip it in the dough. For added taste, just add some spices. Then, throw it in the oil and roast it for several minutes. Then pick it out with a skewer. Wait for it to cool down and ta-dah, you've got a quick and tasty meal ready. Fills a hole, that." the mess seargeant of Defiant explained to the awaiting crowd of Asli surrounding him. A sizeable mountain of chopped meat covered most of the large table, while another spot was occupied by a giant bowl of dough. A big pot of oil bubbled lazily besides him. He picked up a skewer and pulled the sizzling piece of meat out. He set it down on a nearby plate that was snatched quickly away by an eager Asli kid. He chuckled "Okay, who wants to have a go?" A dozen voices erupted around him. Lieia stepped in "Looks like you're gonna need more pots than that. Requisition some from the ships."
"Aye, girl, I'll do just that."

Nalea sat down by one of the many campfires besides Lieia. She'd brought some of that spicy meat that cook was roasting and handed it to her. Her eyes gazed across the breath-taking view before her. The monumental valley was filled with people, Traders and Asli alike, chatting the night away. Many were exchanging foods, trinkets, the like. Thousands occupied the plains, more were floating on rafts in the lake. The celebration had spread all across the planet. Lieia bit off a big chunk of her food, eliciting a fit of laughter from Naela "Don't bite more than chew, you can, Lieia." The young alien had been hard at learning human language, but it was still choppy. With some difficulties, she managed to swallow it "Euurgh. Hand me some of that drink, will ya?" Naela passed her a big jug containing a Kall fruit juice. Lieia poured herself some and drank it. Naela lay down on the soft grass "Things have really changed. Your scientists have given us plans and blueprints for those, how do you say it? Ah, yes, spacesheeps. No, wait, spessshipz. Teelah! A little help here?"
"Spaceships." Lieia responded.
"Thanks. But anyways, our people were very excited by the fact that we can join your kind. Sambe-Ar in particular is going to make a wow to stand by your side."
"Wait, what is Sambe-Ar?"
"I do not have an explanation for this word as such. But it roughly translates as, uh 'The Bright One, the Light that leads The Kin.' You know her as Gyliel. She is the Seventh Sambe-Ar. She has control across all of the planet."
"Oh, so she's like Denaros. Thanks for clearing that up."
"Denaros, he is the man who greeted her first, isn't he? He seems like a someone whom you can rely in trouble."
"Yeaah. He even held the Trade Order together through the Glass Ore crisis. It was very bad. The metal ore was meddled with by pirates before it was released on the market. It couldn't take much stress and broke easily. Hundreds of people died because of that." Naela nodded understandingly, even though she was burning to ask more questions. But those would have to wait, because Gyliel had appeared. Instead of the simple robe she was always wearing, she'd donned a grand dress that seemed to change colours. By her side walked Denaros, also donning a fresh uniform. Several hovercams orbited them, broadcasting all over the planet. The whole valley slipped into silence. Gyliel spoke in the microphone "This is a great day for the Asli. The human friends of the Trader Emergency Coalition ask us to join them. What did I answer? I said 'I agree.' With their help, our kind has been truly brought in the galaxy. The universe has opened its gates for us - we just have to make the first step. And now I publicly shall make an oath: We stand by their side! Never we leave them! Our first warships are under construction already and this is the day our enemies will forever remember!" She gained momentum with each second "With us fighting alongside them, our alliance shall bring peace and prosperity to everyone!" The valley exploded into cheering and clapping. And an real explosion. A single fighter plummeted from the sky, trailing fire and smoke, thousands of eyes following it. It crashed in the lake, luckily not hurting anyone. Lieia jumped up, Naela following her "Where are you going?" Lieia rushed over to an equipment pile, swiftly finding her Exo armour. Naela regarded it sceptically. The powerful piece of armour had collapsed into a square-ish shape, only its leg parts were sticking out. Lieia stepped in them and pressed several keys on her wrist computer. The armour twitched slightly, and, to Naela's amazement, it climbed on Lieia, wrapping around her and locking together. Lieia looked at the dumbstruck alien and bowed to her "Ta." Without a second thought, she jumped, landing close to the lake. The next jump took her in the clean waters and she dove down. Several seconds later Naela followed her.

Lieia observed the strange creatures swimming around. They hadn't ever seen the likes of her and vice versa. The HUD blinked, and she changed course, following the rapidly sinking fighter. She was past 300m depth. She could see the bottom when her armour cracked. One of the chest seals had burst and now water was pouring in. The armour was built to withstand the absolute nothing of vacuum, but not 400m of water pressing down on it. She tried desperately to surface, but to no avail. The water was weighing her down. She heard a loud sparkling and smoke filled her helmet. The reactor had gone. She heard a thud as she hit the bottom, more than 400m deep. Her armour had locked up. She fealt the water splash around her face as it filled the helmet. She drew the last desperate breath as the last air escaped from the armour. A dozen seconds passed and she had to breathe. Out of pure instinct, her brain ordered her to open mouth and the last bubbles floated away. She gagged as the water filled her lungs. Her head swam as her body tried to retch up the fluid. Suddenly, everything calmed down. She felt dizzy, but ok. She looked around in confusion when it dawned upon her.

She was breathing water.

How was this possible? She exhaled and drew another breath, feeling the water tickle her throat, filled her lungs and clearing her head a bit more. She managed to headbutt the emergency release button, popping the explosive bolts. She pushed the four front panels aside, and floated outside. She felt a low, rumbling moan and saw a monumental shadow loom nearby. It rumbled again and after a minute she saw a gigantic animal swim past her. She managed to notice three small, pin-like eyes that regarded her for a few seconds, before the massive creature swam away. Oh, how every Trader biologist and scientist would envy her about what she saw! She swam around, regarding the alien fauna. There certainly was a wide variety of creatures here. She kept swimming around, until, by pure luck, she found the wrecked fighter. Thinking she'd see the pilot freaking out in there, she was surprised to see the wreck empty. She heard a faint chattering above her and to her surprise, saw a big, four legged beast swimming to her. Her heart sunk as it closed the distance and circled around her. She noticed something detach from it and cursed mutely. As it swam closer, she noticed that it wasn't an beast that wanted to eat her. It wasn't the pilot either. It was Naela. The Asli smiled at her and gestured at the beast, showing the distressed pilot clinging to it. They both joined him, and Naela 'whispered' to it. The beast moved at once, but he ascended slowly, to avoid any complications for its human passengers. They observed the wildlife around them. It seemed that the abundance of oxygen in the water allowed the creatures and plants to grow really big. Even the smallest ones were the size of a heavy tank. The whole food chain was at the work here. Plants and animals fought, hunted, died, were hunted, Lieia even saw one of those big animals she encountered previously swarmed by a horde of small, thick worms. No matter how much it rolled around, slammed against rocks, it couldn't shake them off and was devoured in a matter of seconds. They hadn't even moved when another of the colossal beasts came out of nowhere and swallowed them whole. Just before it shut its yawning maw, she saw the unlucky worms get shredded by rows of sharp teeth. She swallowed, knowing she got lucky before. The light above her slowly got brighter, and after half an hour, they surfaced by the coast. The two humans slumped in the grass. Lieia put two fingers down her throat and retched up the water occupying her lungs. A few awkward moments and two more litres of water out from her lungs, she stood up. The breathable water was good, yes, but there was nothing better than taking a big, deep breath of fresh, clean air. She coughed up the few last drops of water and walked over to the pilot "Hey, you alright, man?" He stood up, watter dripping from him "Yeah, I think so. How'd you get down there?" "I'am an Exo. I dived for a while, but then my armour put out. To be honest, I really thought I was gonna drown there." "Yeah, me too. But let's leave that behind us. The celebration's not over yet." A few minutes later and Lieia, Naela and the flyboy each had been awarded with a medal. And the partying continued. Someone had the bright idea to bust out the liquors and spirits. Three hours later Naela giggled goofily at seeing everything melt before her, with Lieia being very excited by seeing her hands move until she passed out. An hour later the drowsy chatter had been replace by a quiet snoring.

84571 B.W.(Before war).

Millions of small and huge droids swarmed around the gigantic stellar object. Each of them carried materials for the construction, several ore-rich planets and asteroids drifted around, cracked open for their valuable riches. Nell-Tiray gazed around her. This was going good. The Nexus was nearly complete. She knew what was going to happen to the rest of her kind. There were only a few of the god-like beings still alive. They all were here, with her. Yet they knew that their enemy would find them.

The Doom Harvesters.

The Asahi cherished all life, but the Doom Harvesters seemed intent on eradicating it all. Like a great plague they rolled through the galaxy, taking life from everything. At first, they didn't even expect the Asahi striking back. But now, all but a handful of them had survived. For thousands of years they had battled and lost. Even now, as the great construct was being built, the uncountable hordes of Doom Harvesters poured forth, ever hungry. She stood upon the Core, the great sphere that kept the surface of Nexus swarming with life. Millions of alarm reports filled the air and they all could see the limitless horde pour in through the wormhole, despite the distance. A massive, black smudge filled the space. Nell-Tiray clenched her teeth. This was it. The whole Nexus shook as the Core overloaded, sending the last of Asahi to unknown locations. The massive sphere of energy grew in size, swallowing the Nexus and the construction drones, but leaving them intact as they continued on with their work. The complete silence of space was cut short momentarily as the angry and despairing screech of trillions of Doom Harvesters was overwhelmed by the soul-shattering energy surge that obliterated them. The foe of all life was annihilated, but at a cost. The Asahi were scattered throughout the universe. With no way to find their way home, they sought out whatever intelligent life was present on their planets and guided them, protected them, educated them. In time, they too had spread to other planets and later, galaxies. But the universe stretches far and wide and only three Asahi had found each other. Together they forged a mighty empire, spanning dozens of galaxies and still kept searching for the rest of their kind, and more importantly, Nell-Tiray. They searched her for ages. Unbeknownst to them, she was carrying a piece of the Core, allowing her to travel the Universe on her own accord. She kept travelling until she found a planet and she settled down. Ever now and then she scoured the planet for any intelligent beings, until she found the race she later named Asli.

9527 B.W.

The small group of the foragers dropped their gatherings and dispersed quickly at the sight of a one of the Kar. The massive beast roared and took to pursuit, brandishing its massive tusks. Though unable to choose which one to catch at first, it chose to lumber after one of them, unaware of the winged being watching from atop a tree.

Nell-Tiray watched the bloodthirsty animal chase after the helpless being. Her blood boiled in anger. The big beasts had been one of her possible choices, but now this particular one had crushed all hopes on it. Her eyes focused on the would-be meal. She'd observed these people for a long time. They were peaceful, united, strongly resembling the Asahi. Her six wings fluttered and she jumped off the branch and soared after it.

Kel'Ahar ground to a halt when she saw the dead end she had run into. Cursing her luck, she wheeled around, but saw the Kar lumbering at her. She shrunk and closed here eyes, waiting for the razor-sharp tusks to dig into her. Instead, she heard the strong flutter of wings, then the unmistakable squelch as a blade entered the beast. She opened her eyes and saw a terrifying sight. The Kar was roaring and thrashing about, gouging the ground with its tusks, blood spilling from its back. She saw a winged being clinging to its back, slashing away with a sword. Nell-Tiray leapt off and landed in front of it. The Kar shook and charged at her, but she easily swatted the beast aside. It smashed in the cliff wall, dislodging several large rocks that crashed on top of it, killing the Kar instantly. Kel'Ahar looked at the awe-inspiring figure standing there. It turned to face her and she saw the bright light shining through its eyes. Kel'Ahar heard it speak, but she didn't understand a word, so she had a go at communicating "Toro'qae he ta'hi? Wol xa ta?"What is your name? Who are you? At this, Nell-Tiray came close to her and placed a hand on Kel'Ahar's forehead. The young alien winced slightly before she was dragged into her mind. In reality, it lasted only a couple of seconds, but to her, it seemed like a thousand years had passed. When Nell-Tiray freed her from the 'mind chains', she felt the newly discovered knowledge fill her mind. Kel'Ahar heard her saviour speak again, but now she understood her clearly "Le tor wunax tel."I'm sorry about that.
Kel'Ahar shrugged "Tal qonaz. Tal qol kan. Wil diswel'o na ru doqeh?"It's fine. It's been worse. Want to come to my village?
The Asahi nodded "Kir, har. Tallah gur wal qaz."Yes, friend. Better than stay here.
Nell-Tiray followed her to the village of Ahar tribe, where Kel retold their meeting. From this moment, the Asli experienced a new age of advances in technology. With Nell-Tiray's help, they brought the various tribes under a united rule. Using her powers, she crafted monumental statues of her, in hopes of guiding the rest of her kind to this planet. The Asli prospered under her guidance. For thousands of years they lived peacefully, and not a single conflict had erupted. The piece of Core she carried brought a whole new meaning to life. Small as it was, it still held monumental power and transformed the planet into a lush paradise, a rich utopia of peace. That is, until the Vasari arrived. Nell-Tiray disappeared in the mountains. Powerful as she was, she couldn't cough up spaceships. But occasional Vasari reports told of a migty being slaying platoons of their soldiers, lifting tanks up in air and crushing them with bare hands. With these ambushes, she bought her people enough time to prepare for the coming war. Unfortunately, she couldn't help them any other way. She retreated to the highest mountain and waited for the prophecy to come true.

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Chapter Five - Finding the Nexus

Three days after Battle for Visxora. Grinlen.

Naela knocked on the wooden door and three seconds later it burst open and several younger Asli tackled her to the ground. Lieia just watched in surprise. Her attention was attracted by another, older looking Asli in the doorway, who was smiling benevolently. Naela managed to shake the kids off and stood up "These are my sisters, Lieia. They always do this. You should try it sometime. And this is my mother, Kala'Sholas." The elder alien greeted her "Welcome, friend. Come, and break bread with us. The dinner is amost ready." Gladly, Lieia accepted the invitation.

In the kitchen she was greeted by a chaos. Kala was waving around with a heavy wooden ladle to free up some space around her while her kids tried snatching bits of food from the table. After a short while she handed Lieia and Naela their bowls of freshly cooked food. Lieia couldn't even distinguish what it was, but it tasted good enough. Even though Naela's sisters had gotten the lion's share, they finished their portions twice as fast as Lieia, and when they'd finished fighting over the scraps, they tried fighting on the table. In came the cavalry, in the shape of Kala waving a knife. The startled kids leaped out through the window and had another go at each other in the grass. Kala apologized to Lieia "Sorry, they sometimes go over the top. But they're all healthy and have a good appetite. It takes forever to feed this horde, though." She smiled at Naela who fell in with her sisters. After several minutes they dispersed and Naela dragged Lieia away to see one of the gigantic statues, talking excitedly "Our guardian crafted many of these, all across the world. She did not even use any tools, just 'grew' them. I haven't seen it happen though. It was thousands of years ago, before the Age of Peace." They got on one of those weird skyboats. Naela skillfully guided it to the sky and seconds later she banked sharply to avoid one of the Trader shuttles that was bringing equipment to the planet. An hour passed while flying and Lieia could only wonder about the unity the Asli were working with to achieve a target. Vast plains of grain fell under the scythes of hundreds of Asli. Others tied the harvest up and loaded it on huge carts that were pulled away to the distant windmills. Everyone worked together in harmony. Minutes later they landed nearby the statue Naela had mentioned. The sight was truly magnificent. A six-winged being pointed a sword to the sky, dressed in long robes. The statue was intricately detailed, even portraying long, flowing hair. Naela knelt down in front of it and uttered something like a prayer of sorts. Lieia heard a distant voice and saw another skyboat land nearby. A group of Asli disembarked. All but one went to pray. The other one went up to greet Lieia "Greetings, human. I am Tolax of the Kazor tribe. I came here to apologize for almost killing you when you came to liberate our stronghold just as we were about to mount an attack. Here, accept this gift." She drew a long, ornate dagger from one of her sleeves. Its handle was finely detailed with intricate patterns and the long, curved blade shone brightly. Tolax stepped back, a look of concern in her eyes. In return, Lieia bowed "Tolax'Kazor faces her enemies with great bravery, and her allies with great wisdom." Tolax's stance visibly relaxed as she joined the prayers. A short while later Naela rejoined Lieia "Let's go." They flew back to the Grinlen when Lieia suddenly spoke "Back at the statue you told of the guardian your kind had. Can you tell me more?"
Naela beamed happily "Of course! The oldest scrolls hold the knowledge, but it's largely restricted. They tell that she came from a different place. She is old beyond years. She is the one who helped us to get to where we are now. I think I saw her once, just before the war. She despises war, cherishes peace and life. Some tell that she hides in the Kalgorn, The Sword That Pierces The Sky. It's there." She pointed behind her and Lieia only gazed silently at the monumental mountain that stretched far and high into the sky "She left an immensely powerful artifact behind. It changed Hilaera in what it is now. It's in Visxora now. Would you like to see it?" "Would I? Lead the way!" They boarded the skyboat once again and set course for the capital. Lieia still marvelled at the giant dome covering the city. Naela guided the skyboat towards the docking cradles. Lieia saw many soldiers still roam the streets, even though the joint Trader-Asli fleet was due to leave tomorrow. After taking a transport to the spire, Lieia And Naela boarded the elevator and it rapidly shot upwards. After two minutes, they arrived at the very top. Several flags fluttered wildly in the wind. In the middle, Lieia saw the artifact. A small shard of 'something' hovered in an energy field. Burning with impatience, she ran forward to touch it. An alarmed Naela shouted "No! Don't! No one knows what can might happen!" but to no avail. Lieia's fingers brushed across the shard and she was taken on a crazy trip she'd never experienced before.

Far away, at the Kalgorn, Nell-Tiray smiled. The prophecy had come true.

Back at Visxora, Naela freaked out upon seeing a hole open in the sky. A superportal of enormous size, as the scientists later called it, had opened up above the city. The few scout probes that were sent inside it soon disappeared from the radar. The last the cameras captured was a giant construct in space. After a quick decision, the freshly-baked Asli fleet joined with the newly reinforced Trader fleet and they together entered the superportal.

Naela was really on the edge, fidgeting and walking about. Lieia also was nervous, but tried to calm down by spacewalking in her refurbished armour. Leisurely, she travelled over the hull of Vanguard, one of the Dunov-class capital ships. After twenty minutes of roaming, she reached the window of Naela's bunk and knocked on it. Naela nervously waved back. Lieia suddenly saw a bright flash as they emerged from the shadow of a destroyed planet. How it had gotten here was beyond her. And then she saw the sight she'd always remember.


The Nexus.

The sight was just mind-numbing. Nothing measured up to it. The fleet-wide channel was immediately flooded with chatter. Prayers, curses, exclamations, you name it, they said it. Even as they approached it, it still grew in size. The fleet of 3854 ships was split up and each group headed for a single ward to try exploring the construct and see if there's any sentient life on it.

Naela slipped her helmet on her head. The joint effort of Asli and Trader scientists had procured a vast equipment available for everyone willing to take up a gun. She was now kitted out with light power armour, not unlike that used by Trader commandos, a brand-new sidearm, an assault rifle, but she still kept her Lance rifle. She got out of her drop pod and checked on her squad. A mix of humans and Asli, they lay inside their drop pods. She slapped one's window "You ready? The drop's in four minutes!" In response, the trooper slapped the side of her helmet and gave Naela a thumbs-up. Hastily, she checked on the other nine members of her squad. With seconds to go, she leapt in her pod. The lid slammed shut and hermetised. She felt the pod lurch as it was wheeled down the launch tube and clanging as the rest of the pods stacked up. Below her spread the construct. Even though she could distinguish seas and ground masses, she still understood that it was a long way down. The countdown ended and the heavy cruiser Xal'Heera launched the drop pods in coordinated valleys, followed by every other ship as they too launched their payload of troopers. Naela pressed a few buttons and ten vid-links popped up in front of her. Her squadmates were all present and well, as they checked in. Ten boring minutes passed before they hit the atmosphere, but the pod's systems were telling that they'd already done 2081 kilometres already, a testimony to the construct's size. A dull orange flame engulfed the pods as they thundered through the air. Naela clamped her hands around the guard rails and waited for the retroboosters to kick in and slow them down. She saw her squadmates' pods activate their boosters and they jumped away from her eyesight. A second later she felt the bone-jarring kick as her own pod slowed down and smashed in the ground. Blearily, she shook the eyes from her stars-hang on. Play that last bit again.

She shook the eyes from her stars.That landing-no, crash, was nasty. Giddily, she stood up and retrieved her weapons from the pod as the rest of her squad landed nearby. They disembarked and waited for their transport to drop. In mere minutes, a truck was dropped nearby. They boarded it and left to explore. Hundreds of thousands of troops now scoured the surface of the alien construct.

The big tyres ploughed through the soft sand as they sped by the beach. The artificial sun glowed a soft, warm light. Naela just gazed ahead of her, hoping to meet some other dropped units. A hand gently shook her "Hey, boss, what's that?" It was Skitch, the squad's comms officer. She was pointing at the sky, where a single 'something' plummeted downwards. Naela brought their ride to a stop. Skitch's radio crackled and she heard a familiar voice "Hey, you there Naela? I'm coming to visit you." Skitch opened a radio link to Naela's helmet and she quickly responded "Roger that, Lieia. Don't be a stranger."
The Exo trooper slammed in the ocean, splashing water everywhere. To the rest of Naela's squad it must have been something awe-inspiring to see; the mighty armour-clad trooper rising from the shallow water, the hot armour steaming as she strode towards the coast. Naela unmounted from her seat and stepped forwards to shake her hand "Good to see you, friend. What's the, uh, SITREP?"
Lieia gripped the Asli's hand, careful to only use a fraction of her armour's strength "The scuttlebutt's that I noticed three other squads when I was burning in. Wanna go and rendezvous with them?"
"Uh, boss, it's getting kinda dark. Methinks we should find somewhere to camp." Skitch piped up.
"Who's that?"
"That's my comms officer, Talares Korden, but everyone calls her Skitch."
"Yessir-ma'am, that's right. You need an uplink to the fleet, just tell me." the sprightly girl gave a quick salute.
"She tries to impress everyone, Lieia. But she is good, I'll give her that." Naela smiled.
"So, what's the next step?" Lieia's helmet retracted, showing her suppresing a yawn.
Naela barely managed to keep herself from snickering "Let's just camp for tonight. I don't have anywhere to put two tons of an Exo in my truck. Come on, Skid's going to cook something up."
Skid, the tech specialist of the group, was getting busy over the army-issue cooker and some military rations. Lieia knew that the rations were made in nutrition-over-taste way, so the taste was kind of... meh. But Skid had 'golden hands', so to speak. Even the suspicious Lieia devoured three portions. The warm campfire and the sating meal did its job. One by one, they fell asleep. Many a curious animal came to their campsite and sniffed around, but seeing that the strange beings were not a threat, they moved on.

Thousand of kilometres above, the fleet was ever in motion, scanning and mapping the surface. Those groundside troopers that weren't sleeping saw the intermittent flashing of their lights.

Hilaera, Kalgorn

Nell-Tiray knew that salvation was at hand. She'd rejoin the rest of her race. The rising threat that pursued the Vasari would be ground to halt and eradicated. Hope filled her heart. She exited the small home she'd built. Snow, fog and clouds whipped around her. She edged her way towards the the cliffside. Taking a deep breath, she leapt off and flew downwards. Her wings caught the air currents and she soared on them. She'd forgotten how good this felt. She closed them and shut her eyes, going into freefall. For a while she just let the gravity do its job. When she was at roughly three kilometres' she once again spread her wings, caught the wind, and thundered across the snowy plains. She hollered at the top of her lungs, and for the first time in a long while, she felt alive.

Everything's going to be okay.

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