STGOD: The Phoenix Wars (Chapter IV)

[Dark Silver]

Galadrial's transporter started to work, only to malfunction at the last possible moment, and the dark echo of the Archmage's laughter was heard by all in the shuttle.

I just saved your life Elf.......Unicron is to much for you even with your shiney bauble. If you need that to reach my level of power, what hope will you have against the Devourer of Worlds?

In space, Unicron was being constantly bombarded by the combined fleets, but it's shell was merel shrugging them off as if they were nothing but flies. The A'millian shield continued to shift and sparkle under it's assault, until something appeared out of the vastness of Transwarp.

A corckscrew ship, followed by a strange looking vessal, seemingly made of junk flew into the fray, weapons and missles launching at the Guardian ships, and headed straight for Unicron.

[Ra]

*sigh*

"I... have had quite enough of this Guardian treating me like a as if I am a child. Even my father was not this pedantic."

Galadriel shakes her head.

"While I fix the transport, you may have your... demonstration of superior firepower."

Ra nodds to a crewman. The huge Goa'uld fleet opens fire with a vast barrage of energy cannon fire, backed up with a swarm of hundreds of naquada-enhanced nuke missiles.

Ra just happens to wonder if the Archmage is listening...

"Lemme ask you and your cronies something, Archmage."

"How are you, gentlemen!"

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OOC: If Lord Adam and the Lady get to fly up to Unicron, you ain't gonna stop my character!

[Destructionator XV]

"Sir, the planetary shield is buckling."

"Transfe-"

"Sir, the shield has been compromised."

"Theatre shields to maximum. Put me to all planetside personell."

"Ready"

"This is Sir Hoisler. All personell, evacuate immediatly. Repeat: all personnel evacuate the planet immediatly. This is no drill."

"Enemy ground troops have landed. Bombardment on the theatre shield has intensified. It will not hold for long."

"Get out of here."

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"Hoisler has called for an evac." The Lady telepathically says to Adam.

".... argh." He speaks into a special link: "Computer, recongize. Initiate auto-destruct sequence, code 0 authorization ***************...***** flags all, audio=30d. Set time = 5 minutes."

There is a grim look on the Lady's face as she speaks into her own special link: "Computer, recongize. Concur auto-destruct sequence, code 0 authorization ***************...***** flags all, audio=30d. Set time = 5 minutes."

Back in the control room, Elete Knight Captian Sir Hoilser and Adam's first android look solmnly at the display on their consoles. The knight also speaks "Computer, recongize. Concur auto-destruct sequence, code 0 authorization ***************...***** flags all, audio=30d. Set time = 5 minutes." And the android speaks "Computer, recongize. Execute auto-destruct sequence, code 0 authorization ***************...***** flags all, audio=30d. Set time = 5 minutes. Mark."

There is a series of 3 quick beeps then one highpitched ding from the computer and the lights that were flashing for red alert became steady and the computers voice changed saying "Warning: auto destruct sequence initated. 5 minutes to total destruction."

Hoisler and the android make for the Stargate, saying goodbye to their old offices on the way past.

Back in space, the Lord and Lady hold back their tears as they approach the Unicorn.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Meanwhile, aboard the Phoenix....

Captain McKenzie is busy directing the course of the battle. It seems Goa'uld and the A'millan ships are busy barranging the Unicron -the name of the looming giant robot above the planet.

However, the Guardian ships still pose a problem. Someone has to take care of them, as Guardian Heavy Cruisers and Battle Galleons start to flank the Goa'uld and A'millan ships. McKenzie just dispatched three Allegiance-Class Star Destroyers and four Imperator-Class to engage the Heavy Cruisers, while a Vengeance-Class Star Cruiser is launching a full broadside agianst the Battle Galleons.

Things are heating up.

[Ra]

"The A'millians need our aid, Ra. When will your ships arrive?"

Ra looks on a chronometer.

"Uh..."

Just then, hundreds of Goa'uld, Asgard, and Rebel ships emerge out of hyperspace.

"...Right now."

A hologram of Haldir shimmered into view. "M'lady, the Goa'uld forces have managed to turn back the assaults on its major worlds. I have someone here who wishes to provide his assistance."

Another hologram appeared. It was Baal, decked out in a business suit.

"Hello, Ra. I figured you would need my help."

Ra grinds his teeth, but is still glad that someone decided to help us.

"I never thought I would see this, especially back when you killed Bast."

"Things change, do they not? But it just so happens that some of my... business associates I met on Earth have given me access to a few toys. Hundreds of naquada-enhanced nukes, taken from what's left of Stargate Command.

And a few other things. I have two devices here called a Mark IX. Naquadria-enhanced nukes. They should come in handy, my friend."

Ra got a sadistic smile. "Indeed they will. Let's do this thing!"

Baal's ships then split off from Haldir's group, and begin to strike at the Guardian fleet. Meanwhile, two huge MC-80 cruisers begin to assault Unicron's shields. The volume of fire on A'millian prime quickly diminishes as the Guardians are forced to focus on this latest annoyance.

On the bridge of Baal's vessel, a man looks quietly on. However, he isn't a Goa'uld. He's one of the business associates Baal mentioned.

"These Guardians are powerful. But they apparently have yet to learn the greatest truism of the universe...

...That power shifts more quickly than some people think."

[Destructionator XV]

*beep* *beep* *beep* "Warning: auto-destruct sequence in progress. Destruction in 4 minutes." The calm voice of the computer is barely audible over the thundering sound of Guardian planetary bombardment hitting the theatre shield around the capitol.

In space, the Lord and Lady are tiny objects approaching the Unicorn, looking for a way in while avoiding the multi gigaton explosions hitting the monstrosity. The mighty 3 A'millian defense fleets break off the Unicorn and move to defend escaping evac ships, going to warp as soon as they can.

As the two people fly around the Unicorn, they are suddenly engulfed in a column of shimmering light. They reappear in a transporter room aboard a random starship. The android chief signals the bridge and the ship goes to warp. Lord Adam storms up to the bridge.

"Destructionator! What the hell are you doing!"

"Saving your ass. What the hell were you thinking flying up to that thing?"

"I was saving my homeworld!"

"You were being a fool. You would have been destroyed, along with our home. You could not have won... but we shall go back there. When the time is right."

"That time is NOW!"

"You are not thinking logically."

"They invade our home, and we fall back. They brainwash our entire population, and we fall back. The line MUST be drawn HERE! Turn this ship around!"

"I cannot do that. In time, however, we will. Now, go cool of for a while."

"I make the de-"

"Perhaps Destructionator is right. The planet shall still be there. We have lost battles before.... we'll be back."

The Lady's words end the Lord's speech and they decide to put themselves in Destructionator's hands.

[Ra]

Galadriel snaps around.

"M'lady, the Lord and Lady have been rescued. Their ship is breaking orbit."

"Move our ships to cover their escape, and prepare to go into hyperspace."

"Yes, my lord."

As the Jaffa crewman works his console, Galadriel then speaks.

"We must leave the beautiful world of A'millian Prime to its fate. Ensure that the civilians escape unharmed."

As Ra's fleet moves out to assist the cloud of evacuating A'millian ships, Baal and Kane look at each other, suddenly surprised.

"Ra! What the hell are you doing?"

Galadriel instead appears. "This is a battle that sadly cannot be won, Master Baal. Would you retreat with us, and chose to make battle on better terms, or do you wish to continue your assault against the Guardians?"

Kane leans closer. "She's right. We could fight on better terms another day. Remember what one of my planet's best strategists said? 'So in war, the way is to avoid what is strong and to strike at what is weak.' This is their strongest force now."

Baal ponders, and then sits up in his throne-like seat. "Jaffa. Move us to join with Ra's fleet. We're leaving."

The two fleets of Ha'taks and Class-II vessels all congregate around the A'millian fleet. Despite Guardian ships coming to give chase, the large Imperial ships are able to hold them down in tractor beams while they and the Goa'uld ships tear them apart. More ships are engulfed in multi-gigaton nuclear explosions as the fleet approaches its jump point.

As the transmission from Baal's ship ends, Galadriel gives Kane a glare. It's one he soon doesn't forget. Then, the holograms of Lord Adam, the Lady of A'millian, and Destructionator XIII (OOC: or whoever he intended) appear.

"We will protect your people as they escape."

"We should make for a safe haven. There is a large emission nebula seventeen lightyears from here."

"That is where we were headed. There's an outpost there we can use to get supplies, and regroup. We're transmitting the jump coordinates now."

And so the Alliance fled from A'millian Prime...

[Dartzap]

Flotsam was annoyed, he was stuck on the deathstar until one of his ships arived to pick him up. the fleet that had been here had returned to the main fleet to rearm and recrew. He was unsure as yet what Detritus had in store for the current battle.

His commwatch bleeps and Flotsam hits the accept button

Ah, Flotsam, I assume the Happy Fun Ball is living up to it's name?

You could say that, i don't suppose you have a giant fleet heading out to help this Triad of Desperation?

well, as you happen to be mentioning, Yes, i do have a rather large fleet heading to help our allies.

What?!

Indeed, seven hundred ships under the command of myself will be arriving at Lord Adams planet within the hour


Eyes glazed over... Flotsam can only think of the size of that fleet.
..Seven.. hundred.. ships?


Indeed, it is the combined forced of several of our flag fleets, However, i will need someone to lead my ground forces..

ground forces? why would you need ground forces in a space battle?

Unicron has emerged from the Maw, I intend to give him a headache.

with that, the message ends.



I swear I'm going to smack his head in one day.. make him talk some sense for once!

[Destructionator XV]

*beep* *beep* *beep* "Warning: auto-destruct sequence in progress. Destruction in 1 minute."

The computer's voice booms over the sound of Guardian ground troops entering the castle, masking the sound of a small motor turning. Suddenly, the loud sound of automatic machine guns was drowing out the screams of slaughtered Guardians under a hail of fire.

*beep* *beep* *beep* "Warning: auto-destruct sequence in progress. Destruction in 30 seconds."

Amazingly, the neither upcoming explosion nor the machine guns were scaring the Guardian scums as they marched on.

Meanwhile...

Many of the fleets from A'millian Prime reconverge at Fantistica II, the nearest major federal military base, home of the A'millian 2nd Starfleet, only 2.6 lightyears from A'millian Prime. However, the Destructionator ships were not among them.

The empire has been stretched especially thin while dealing with the Guardian threat. It takes weeks even in fast ships to transverse the great space controlled by the A'millains, and most the fleet's assets are assigned to a sector for local defense and cannot be easily converged without the threat of an opportuinistic neibhour taking advantage of a weakened border.

But now A'millian Prime has been compromised, and the defense fleets from the adjacent sectors were not enough. The fleetyards at Lander, only 6 lightyears from A'millian Prime; the major population centre at Koraellia, but 11 lightyears away, and the economic and military centres at Fantistica only 3 lightyears away. All with only local militia and what is left of the sector fleets for defense.

A'millian Prime only had about 20,000 people on the entire planet, all military or civilians with special disaster training. And most of them were in the vicinity of the capital world - evacuation was easy and took only minutes.

But Koraellia has billions of people, most just regular civilians. Evacuating them would be a logistical nightmare, even if they had the resources avaliable on call. Many people wouldn't want to go - and then where would they go? It would take weeks to prepare. But they are only minutes from a massive enemy force.

These are the problems that face the assembled officials and officers at Fantistica IIa. They can only hope the Guardian force takes its time moving on...

Aboard the Destructionator flagship, Genator II...

"Now approaching the nebula."

"This nebula is ocasionally used for training of A'millian officers and thus has a small space station on the edge. Hardly a viable base to mount a major defense, however, it does store some supplies and packs some small weapons. The real use of this nebula is that it is so dense that it interferes with sensors and communications and its emissions destablize some types of shields and weapons. Any ships inside it are invisible to the outside," the Lady explains to the others.

"Yes, this nebula is great for hiding fleets. Even when there are trainees here, we can be right under them and they will never know. If we can get the Guardians in here, we may be able to take the advantage away."

"I don't see how."

"It is simple. Guardian ships are big. Out ships are small. In there, we will be firing pretty randomly. Big targets are more likly to be hit than small targets. Also, we know phasers and photon torpdoes work in there, but biolasers may be weakened. I suggest we do a test an find out."

"Leveling the firepower would certainly be a nice thing."

"We shall attempt it, but I doubt it shall work. More important is the fact that all Destructionator ships in this galaxy are meeting here under cloak. We shall surprise the enemy with superior numbers."

"And out main forces will be being called in to Fantistica for a counterattack. It shall be a glorious battle and I shall have my revenge!"

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard Executor-Class Command Ship Phoenix....

Captain McKenzie is busy directing the course of the battle, but he is also pessimistic regarding to the fate of the planet they should protect. Darth Kreshna's ship should have engaged the Unicron since they have the most powerful firepower among the defending factions, but Guardian ships are keeping them busy; forming a protective cordon around the Unicron while launching barrages at those KDY-built ships.

Suddenly a large gravity signature appears on the sensor. Something really large is jumping out of hyperspace at the other side of the planet.

Darth Kreshna's Death Star.

Finally.

But McKenzie's hope just shatters like glass as he realizes the position of the mighty battle station; A'millan Prime just lies between the superlaser and the Unicron. The Death Star needs to travel around the planet in order to fire at the gigantic, planet-devouring robot; otherwise the planet they are supposed to protect will be destroyed as well.

It seems the Death Star Commander realizes the mistake as well, as he starts navigating the battle station to circle the planet's in order to obtain a clear firing solution without destroying A'millan Prime itself.

Would the Death Star be able to destroy Unicron in time? Everyone is holding their breath as the broadcasted message starts counting.

"Death Star in T minus twenty."










OOC: alright, this scene is like Battle of Yavin, where the Death Star needed to encircle the gas giant in order to fire at Yavin Four.

[Ra]

Meggidon Station
A'millian Space

The A'millian and Goa'uld fleets converged on Meggidon Station, a huge abandoned A'millian Spacedock in the midst of the nebula. Ra and Galadriel beamed aboard the Genator II, a vessel that had a striking resemblance to a Constitution-class starship, save the fact that the vessel was far more advanced.



The two rulers of the Goa'uld empire entered the ship's conference room, where Baal and Sandra Kuat were waiting, along with Lord Adam and the Lady of A'millian.

"Welcome aboard the Genator II," Lord Adam greeted.

"Thank you. Given the circumstances, I'd like to get down to business."

"As would we," Baal agreed.

"Where do we go from here? Our Allied fleet has been defeated on every front. In the last week, we've gone from a position to threaten the Guardian's assets, to the very brink of destruction!"

Kuat's eyes widened. "Is there something you aren't telling us, sir?"

"The defeat we have suffered is worse than any of you know. Ra's... friend, Haldir, spoke of a victory," Baal added. "A victory against total annihilation, if you can call it a victory at all. We lost many ships, and the Guardians eradicated all life on seven worlds."

"But all cannot be lost. You have the World Devastator, yes?"

"Yes, m'lady, we still have it," answered Haldir.

"All our remaining hope is in that one technological monstrocity. We've been replacing the losses of our ships with its foundries, but still cannot arm them or program the Imperial systems to produce our technology. We have to fit the incomplete ships on various worlds."

"I think we can help you there," Kuat added. "I'll have a technician team come over and help."

"We would appreciate that."

"I hope your Devastator can build our ships as well. We lost many vessels in the battle with the Guardian fleet, even ships like this one."

"It can convert raw minerals into just about anything. I'll see if we can spare a line for producing your ships."

"Now, the Guardians expect this," Galadriel said, speaking for the first time. "They have driven the Alliance to the brink of destruction. They only need extend their blade, and smite it to ruin. Yet if you are all strong, even yet there is hope. The Guardians avoid this place. Why that is, I cannot say. But will you seek to continue fighting on so many fronts? Or will you gather what remains? The decision is for this council to decide."

"She's right. We're extended on too many fronts. If we could bring our fleet to bear as one force, we would crush the enemy under our feet."

"And you propose to bring them all here?"

"This nebula is 17.6 lightyears across at its greatest point," Destructionator XIII advised. "An ample amount of space within which we can hide a strike force, and have room to avoid Guardian probes."

"Indeed... But we can't hide in here forever."

"Indeed we cannot. Eventually the Archmage would know, and have his forces gathered to prevent our escape. However, here a defense can be mounted, and here strength can be regained."

"Alright. Now; when the time comes, we will escape, and enact our revenge on the Guardians. What is our plan of attack?"

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OOC: Ignore the damn obvious registry number on that ship. It's obviously not the Enterprise! Of course, if the Genator II is of another class (Galaxy, Sovereign, etc.), I'll change the pic.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

While Ra and party are still having a meeting aboard Lord Adam's Genator II, Darth Kreshna and Captain McKenzie watch with tension from aboard the Executor-Class Command Ship Phoenix as the Death Star still encircles A'Millan Prime to get a clear shot on Unicron. Trollish, A'millan, and Goa'uld ships are still busy fighting the Guardian vessels while Darth Kreshna's ships, being the most powerful among the Army of Lights, are providing fire support with their heavy turbolasers.

Darth Kreshna hoists another glass of Vermount for himself while the countdown is still broadcasting.

"Death Star in T minus fifteen."

Still fifteen minutes. Can the Death Star destroy Unicron in time to save A'millan Prime? Fierce battle still ensues between the Army of Lights and the Ancient Guardians...



OOC: alright people, let's keep the time frame consistent again! Remember: although the Death Star vs Unicron outcome is imminent, the battle of A'millan Prime can still continue afterwards.

[Ra]

*Meanwhile, on the Death Star...*

As the Death Star inexorably orbited the planet, a lone figure stepped quietly onto the Overbridge, her black metal staff klinking on the hard deck.

"Ma'am, this is a restricted area," the station commander advised.

With a wave of her hand, the figure caused the man to look the other way, and ignore her. As she watched the planet circling below, the lady began to hum My Immortal...

Amiwen had returned.

[Ra]

Suddenly, a large detachment of the Guardian fleet broke off, heading straight for the Death Star. Despite the respectable size of some Guardian ships, they were agile enough to evade many of the shots from the battle station's turbolaser guns.

"They're breaking through the defense perimeter," a crewman announced.

"Hold them!" the station commander yelled.

All this time, Amiwen simply stood silent, watching the battle unfold.

"Deploy squadrons 198 through 277," the commander ordered.

"Aye, sir," a controller replied.

A black cloud poured up from the many hangars of the Death Star, moving right toward the dark forms of the Guardian bioships. TIE interceptors and TIE/d drone fighters, backed up by TIE bombers, attacked in vast force.

The Guardians retaliated furiously, their much larger but shockingly agile scouts taking on entire squadrons of fighters with no problem. While several Guardian scouts and frigates fell victim to the TIE barrage, and still more were caught in the battlestation's firing solution, the losses on the TIE fleet were appaling.

As a Guardian ship was torn open from the impact of dozens of concussion missiles, the Goa'uld had found a way to break out of the melee spinning and burning over A'millian Prime. Dozens of their large motherships descended on the Guardians, igniting several of their ships with the impact of their naquada-enriched nuclear missiles. Smaller scouts were dispatched by heavy concentrations of energy cannon fire, and pelting from Death Gliders.

A flight of Al'keshes set their sights on a Guardian dreadnought. It seemed to be coordinating the movements of the entire detachment.

The bombers unloaded on the dreadnought, blasting its shields with their missiles. Suddenly, it became an energetic, transparent white, vanishing entirely. It had phased away, avoiding destruction. Mere seconds later, the dreadnought appeared again closer to the battle station, right in the middle of the Goa'uld ranks. With a heavy biolaser barrage, it immediately caused two Ha'taks to erupt in gigantic explosions.

"Lock your tractor beam on that dreadnought," Amiwen spoke.

A crewman glanced at the station commander.

"Do as she says," he stated.

The Guardian ship tried phasing away, but as always happened, the ship was unable to escape under the tearing influence of the tractor beam. Goa'uld and Imperial ships then laid into the vast spaceborne beast, energy canon and turbolaser fire tearing the dreadnought apart.

A volley of missiles were then fired from a nearby Class-II Mothership. The dreadnought erupted in flame, and split in two as it was burnt inside-out by the detonations. The Guardians' line immediately began to crumble, but the ships fought on with more fervor than ever.

"Target will be in range in ten minutes," the computer announced.

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OOC: Alright, I've posted to continue this huge, epic battle. Somebody else needs to fucking post too, you know.

[Dartzap]

Well?! What the hells happining?!

"Sir! We have been told to abort the invasion plan! Lord Detrutus will be arriving with his fleet within the next five clicks!"

How many ships has he got together then? we ned to defend our terrotries as well, after all..

"Atleast 780, Commander"

Thats more than he said to me!

"He found some spares, i guess"

Indeed...




From the far side of the battle, a huge vortex opens

What in hells bells is that?

"Unknown Sir.. wait.. multiple contacts emerging.. Sir! Its Lord Detritus! Its the fleet!"

Another officer shouts: "Incoming signal"

lets hear it..

Ah, Flotsam, Im pleased your still alive, report?

Every one is getting pounded sir, Unles you happen to have a few thousand ships coming behind you....

Hmm,I don't think that will be needed, however. We have just detected that the ships relaying orders to the Guardian fleet has just been taken out, It will be our job to star hitting their larger ships, the fleets of Ra and Lord Adam will not be able to stand much longer, so we will have to releive some of the pressure.

Understood, whats our first target?

Their Carrier eqivilents, if they do not have smaller craft to defend the capital vessals, they will be forced to minor retreats along the main battle

Okay then, lets get this party started!


The newly arrived fleet joins with the small remains of Flotsams Flotilla, they spilt into multiple groups, each with a multitude of Carriers, Cruisers, Destroyers, and huge amounts of RC Aussault craft.


This was the beggining of the end


Or is it?


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OOC: Hey1 i have college to attend you know! Hot chicks all over the place! I have to oggle at them!

[Destructionator XV]

On A'millian Prime, the computer continues as the Guardian Gound troopers are being shread by the automated defenses.

"5...4...."

The Guardian wimps stare in terror at the red lights on the wall.

"3....2.. auto destruct canceled. Holographic emmiters engaged. Intruder alert, initiating lockdown procedure."

From space, the ships saw a massive explosion take down the massive A'millian headquarters and the defensive emplacements. The heavy fire from the planet stopped, and all that was seen was craters where the base once stood.

But, not was all as it seemed. The mighty castle still stood, now with forcefields in every corridor, keeping the Guardian troops from advancing, as A'millian Royal Guardsmen come out of hiding and blast them to shreads, using their personal shields to match the forcefields to move about.

The power generators use the ruse to regenerate their reserves, finally not having to fire constantly. This planet is far from falling.

Meanwhile, at the A'millian base at Fantistica IIb

General Richata stands and proudly proclaims

"It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum. And I'm all out of gum."

In space, multiple high yeild nukes have been fitted with micro FTL jump motivators. Using telemetry from the massive A'millian sensor grid, they carefully target Guardian ships from lightyears away... and fire.

In a flash of light, the nukes disappear then reappear inside Guardian ships and in a more brilliant flash obliterate the biobeasts.

"Sir, we report multiple blasts. It worked!"

"Groovy."

On the Destructionator ship, Genator II, in the nebula

"What do we do now? Is victory even a possibility on out minds?"

"I don't believe in the no win scenerio."

"If your computer followed orders, your world is long dead. We need to think into the future."

He presses a button on the comm console.

"Hoisler, its been 5 minutes."

"We are ready. Just give us the attack coordinates and we'll jump in."

"Alllright!"

A massive A'millian battlefleet waited on the other side of the nebula. All the ships went out and took attack formation.

"I don't like to lose."

"But I thought the self destruct was set?"

"A'millian regulations, I love them.

Battlestations!"

"Tactical on screen."

"They think we are gone..."

"That's it.. here. All ships prepare for FTL jump."

"Jump clock started, 10 seconds to FTL"

[Ra]

Ra and Galadriel beamed back to their own ship.

"Alright! Let's do this thing! All ships prepare to jump."

"A creative tactic on the A'millians' part," noted Galadriel.

"Yeah... I think that got even me kinda confused."

"As if that takes much," the Elf whispered.

Ra slammed a console. "Baal! Is your fleet ready?"

"We are ready," Baal answered.

"Right. Just get the ships ready to jump. Our fleet needs to be reinforced."

After the transmission ended, Queen Kar'm plopped down in Ra's lap. "You don't exactly trust Baal, do you?"

"Baal? Trust? Not that I can recall, Kar'm. Never have. But he is a useful ally, when the time is right."

The fleet then jumped, Goa'uld, Imperial, and A'millian starships all leaping away as one force, led by the Genator II...

[Dartzap]

Time until engagement?

"T-minus five minuets.."

Good

"Sir.. im detecting more ships inbound... atleast 200 more.. and they are Trollish"

Detritus grinned, He had suspected that this person would arrive soon.

Excellent. ask for their ID.

"Aye Aye, Sir"



"Sir.. Im sure this cant be true... the messege says that the new fleet is under the command of an General Jetsum..."

So? what of it?

"well, isnt that you know.."

Commander Flotsams brother? Why yes, yes it is When will they be here?

" One minuet sir.."

Eyes gleeming, Detritus sits back, This would be better than he could have ever imagined.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard the Executor-Class Command Battleship Phoenix....

Darth Kreshna sips another glass of Vermount; tensed. It's not the time for toast yet, but I really need to godamn drink.

Merely less than ten minutes has passed since the Death Star jumped out of hyperspace, but it feels like ages. The Death Star is actually traversing around A'millan Prime in record speed, covers many thousands miles in mere minutes to get a clear shot on the Unicron without destroying the planet it's supposed to protect, but it is probably the most tensing moments among the commanders of the Army of Light.

Meanwhile, the flamboyant Sith Inquisitor also notices that the A'millan royals are returning, escorted by Ra's ships while Baal's ships are reinforcing the Goa'uld forces. Trollish battleships are arriving as well. Captain Ronald McKenzie is busy directing KDY-built ships to lend their immense firepower to aid the allied ships, while the Eclipses and the Sovereigns are giving long-range altillery support with their superlaser; blowing up Guardian ships one by one.

Funny, he thinks, the Trolls and the A'millans used to be the mutual enemies of the Empire and the Goa'ulds, and now we are all allies. All of us, due to the need of mutual survive.

The Guardians are still strong, though. Although a part of their fleet were perished in their futile attempt to stop the Death Star, being shredded by swarms of Goa'uld Death Gliders, TIE Avengers, and Assault Gunboats, other Guardian ships still have the upper hand against the Alliance ships. Darth Kreshna's ships, although pretty numerous even for his self-proclaimed authority/secesion, is still nothing compared to the rest of the Imperial Navy, and they're already streched thin to protect the ships of the Army of Lights. Guardian Heavy Cruisers and Dreadnoughts start hurting the Star Destroyers, while a Star Cruiser is retreating due to the heavy damage it suffers.

The Unicron is still looming above A'millan Prime, building up its monstrous energy to devour the planet.

Will the Death Star be able to stop it in time?

Or will the A'millan Prime be destroyed anyway?



Darth Kreshna's hand shakes slightly as he pours another glass of Vermount. It is not the urgency of the situation that causes his hand to tremble.

It is his alcoholism that starts to rear its ugly head again in such wrong time.

[Ra]

"Time to target, five minutes and counting," the Overbridge computer announced.

Amiwen continued to stand calmly on the Overbridge of the Death Star, waiting for something. Not even Galadriel or Ra knew she was there, let alone why.

* * *
Ra paced on the bridge of the Vengeance, not so calmly waiting for the shooting to start.

"The Guardians?"

"They're still ignoring our force, my lord," one of the crewmen announced.

"Fine then," Ra growled. "Target the nearest Guardian ship, and kick their ass!"

"So eager to maim and kill are we?" noted Galadriel.

"As a matter of fact, yes!" Ra answered as a missile barrage ignited a Guardian scout. "Guardian scum, kneel before your GOD!"

Galadriel rolled her eyes, right in front of the Goa'uld overlord.

Meanwhile, the huge, gathered fleet of Goa'uld, A'millian, and Troll vessels descended upon the Guardian fleet like hail, assaulting ships all over the enemy flank.

[Dark Silver]

The Guardian Forces where being assaulted on all sides, Human, Go'uld and Trollish ships aided the Am'illian vessals in the attack.

The Guardians didn't give in, as the front of thier lines wilted under the renewed assaults, the rearmost ships and heavy destroyers poured thier firepower into thier opponents. Guardian vessals crumpled in the depths of space as enemy ships where pelted with the bio-lasers which were the Guardian's trademark weapons.

All this occured, and in the background, Unicron loomed closer to the planet, the prongs on the maw opening wide as it neared. It was at this point, something else occured. The two ships which had until now gone ignord, rushed at Unicron, unseen weapons opening fire upon the impossibly thick hull. the plume of energy and debris which resulted in the impact was impressive, and several Guardian ships which were flying to close to the behemoth were enveloped in moments.

The sound of Unicron's pain was echoed through every comm channel in the surronding space, the roar echoing in every mind and ear.

Something had presented a threat to it, and the two ships had flown right into the new wound....

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard the Executor-Class Command Ship Phoenix....

The occurence near Unicron doesn't escape the Imperial's notice. The Guardian fleet is still strong, despite the joint onslaught by the Goa'ulds, Trolls, A'millans, and Darth Kreshna's Sith fleet. The Guardians are simply too powerful; only Imperial-made ships can stand toe-to-toe against them, but still, Darth Kreshna's ships are sparse compared to a full-blown Imperial fleet.

What they never expects is the incoming of the two unknown ships that starts hurting the Unicron. The Imperial crews are cheering, but both Darth Kreshna and Captain McKenzie frown; yes, the two mysterious ships are helping their side, but who are they, exactly?

Meanwhile, the Death Star is still traversing around A'millan Prime; almost getting a clear shot on Unicron. The computer's announcement can be heard among the Imperials.

"Death Star in T minus three."

[Ra]

As a volley of naquada-nukes blow another Guardian frigate to ash, Galadriel walks up to the bridge's viewscreen, eyeing the two ships carefully. Who are they?

On the Overbridge, Amiwen also has taken notice. Are they why she was there? Time would tell...

Ra also restrained any positive emotion. In fact, he was angry.

"This is our fight. Who the hell are these people?"

"Unknown, m'lord," came the Jaffa crewman's reply.

"Well find out, damn it! Who else could have a grudge against the Guardians?"

"Or the enemy of him who allies himself with the Guardians," Galadriel noted.

Ra nodded. "Whatever, keep up your fire."

"Much of the other ships have long run out of nukes, sir," the crewman adviced. "Most ships that try to fall back are destroyed."

"Have the ships retreat through our line, and head back to the nebula!"

"My Lord commands me."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard the Executor-Class Command Ship Phoenix.....

"The Goa'ulds are retreating? Evacuate? In the verge of victory?"

"Might be a smart move," Captain Ronald McKenzie replies, "Unicron may be destroyed, but there are too many Guardian vessels here. We might as well as retreating as well afterwards."

"So you mean A'millan Prime is expendable?" Darth Kreshna frowns.

"I hate to imply such thing, Kresh. But take a look at what's happenning; the A'millans are evacuating and destroying their remaining assets. Yes, the Death Star's mission is to save A'millan Prime from the Unicron, but there's simply too many Guardian ships here. We are not the Empire anymore, remember? Even with our Imperial-grade firepower and shield strength, we don't enjoy the industrial capacity of the Empire. It won't be easy for us to replace destroyed ships."

"But the Death Star alone is worth millions of ships!"

"Yes. In fact, it is our most valuable asset; particularly since we don't have thousands and thousands of capital ships like the Empire has. That's why we have to use it with caution. I suggest we too retreating after destroying the Unicron."

Darth Kreshna frowns again. Ironic. Some years ago, after the Emperor's death on Endor, he spent his time hunting down the Rebel Alliance; getting used to anti-guerilla and counter-insurgency tactics in pursuing the fleeing Rebels. Now it is really ironic that he, as part of the Army of Lights, have to resort to such guerilla methods against the more powerful Guardians.

On the global scope, however, the Empire still manages to hold the Guardians into stand still. However, the Empire has persistent habit of using brute force, which is costly in terms of casualties and economy. The Army of Lights, on the other hand, despite their weak military force, strives to solve the great mystery behind the Guardians and their attack, which will hopefully end the war.

Or die trying.

Well at least the Army of Lights can perform their investigations and 'quests' while the two Titans are battling each other. That's actually Kreshna's reason of secesion. Somehow, Kreshna also believes that himself, being a Phoenix Avatar, holds the key to stop the war; although himself is still unable to see the whole picture.

Suddenly a broadcast message disrupt Kreshna's thoughts. It is the computerized voice from the Death Star.

Death Star in T-Minus One.

Only several seconds to countdown......

Suddenly Captain McKenzie remembers something, "the two ships had flown into the Unicron! If the Death Star fires, they too will be destroyed!"

He then quickly orders his comm officers, "hail those ships and warn them we will fire on the Unicron in short time! Express our gratitude as well and ask them to identify themselves, but most importantly they should be warned to clear the area immediately. Also tell the Death Star to hold fire until the two ships are cleared!"

Darth Kreshna frowns for the third time; Captain McKenzie is a great field commander, but he always lacks the 'ruthless quality' expected in an Imperial officer. However, it is the Captain's battle and the Sith Inquisitor is just not in the mood to take over the command.

The comm officer broadcasts the message, hailing the two mysterious ships that have bored their way into the Unicron.




OOC: Alright, Allen. What are those two ships, actually? Why they attacked the Unicron?

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

"Stop, stop now. Come back! I love you."
"LIAR!"
- Return of the Sith




The dreamworld....

The hooded figure contemplates with satisfaction; examining the frozen statue that was once Darth Kreshna. The blizzard has been continously expanding, and soon, it will covers the entire realm.

But from the non-corporeal plane, the hooded figure is able to watch over a battle that takes place in the physical realm; the battle that occurs on the orbit of a planet that once the capital of the race known as the A'millans. The physical Darth Kreshna is completely oblivious to the happening while his 'soul' is now nothing but a lifeless, frozen husk of coldness, grief, and pain.

The Army of Lights can try as best as they can, but everything is proceeding as the hooded figure has foreseen; the Archmagus will absorb the Phoenix entity whose perfect vessel is none other than the Sith Inquisitor named Darth Kreshna.

And From The Ashes of the Universes, a New God Shall Arise.

Darth Plagueis was correct all the time; too bad he didn't live to take the fruit of his own prophecy.

The hooded figure chuckles.




But meanwhile, on a far corner of the heavens still untouched by the freezing storm, a bearded man is having conversation with a dark-skinned woman.

"The blizzard is expanding. The soul of the Sith is the source of this freezing hatred."

"Then you should let me! It was you who prophecied that I am the only one who's able to save him!"

"But are you ready for the horror you shall face?"

"I love him!"

"Yes, and only your love may melt his freezing soul and save him from the very depth of hell. But again, are you ready?"

"I am, Gandalf. I have been ready since the first time you brought me here."

"No, Irene. You are not ready yet. Your love may save him from his frozen grief and hatred, but whether it will actually save him or not depends on your strength. Be strong, my child, for it shall need the strongest of love to save the Lost One."