Faction Introducing the Meuans

[Laphisto]

Edwards

Laphisto stood at the rear of the transport as it advanced toward the unidentified vessel, the steady vibration of the engines resonating through the deck beneath his Taloned feet. The ship ahead did not conform to any recognized galactic standard. Its design bore no resemblance to Imperial, Republic, Sith, Mandalorian, or any contemporary construction doctrine. This was not a relic of a fallen power, nor a degraded survivor of an older age. Its architecture followed a logic entirely separate from the modern galaxy, suggesting a civilization that had developed in isolation or along an evolutionary path untouched by prevailing interstellar norms.

Planet-side, Commander Tarain had already begun deployment operations. Multiple Lilaste Order battalions were moving toward the largest population centers, focusing on regions with the highest concentrations of life-sign readings. In orbit, the fleet maintained a disciplined containment perimeter. Weapons remained charged but unfired, forming a silent deterrent against any attempt at escalation. The intent was not immediate conquest, but control of the operational environment while ground elements introduced themselves to the local populace and worked to identify the cause behind the sudden emergence of this system on Diarchy sensors.

The transport made contact with the vessel in a controlled docking maneuver, magnetic clamps engaging as atmospheric pressure equalized between the two hulls. When the ramp lowered, it revealed an interior that further defied expectation. The corridors were narrow and utilitarian, yet not crudely constructed. Systems were exposed in ways that suggested deliberate accessibility rather than technological limitation. The materials used throughout the structure were unfamiliar, neither primitive nor advanced by modern galactic standards, but engineered according to principles that did not align with known shipbuilding traditions.

Laphisto stepped forward into the vessel, his movement deliberate and unhurried. He paused just beyond the threshold, surveying the space with a practiced, analytical eye. His High Guard flanked him on either side, their presence filling the confined corridor with silent authority. This ship had not been built in ignorance of the wider galaxy. It had been built apart from it. That distinction carried implications Laphisto did not intend to ignore.

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'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Norbert Oro

Several LAHT gunships descended through the atmosphere toward the planet's major population centers, their silhouettes cutting cleanly through the cloud cover as they bled off speed. Repulsorlifts flared as they approached their designated landing zones, careful to avoid the densest clusters of civilian habitation while still asserting an unmistakable presence. The operation was deliberate. Visibility mattered.

Commander Tarain's gunship set down between two shanty towns separated by little more than a stone's throw of open ground. The terrain was uneven and scarred by improvised structures, narrow paths winding between stacked dwellings of salvaged material. As the gunship's side doors slid open, Tarain locked his helmet into place, the seals engaging with a muted hiss. He stepped down the ramp without pause, rifle held at a low ready, and oriented himself toward the larger of the two settlements. The gravity here was heavier than most standard planets and he felt it on his shoulders.

Five Lilaste Order soldiers fell in behind him, their spacing tight and purposeful. Their movements were controlled, weapons angled down but ready, optics sweeping rooftops, alleys, and access points as they advanced. Moments later, two additional gunships made landfall nearby, their ramps lowering as infantry squads deployed to establish a defensive perimeter. Troopers spread outward in practiced arcs, securing high ground and key approaches while maintaining clear lanes back to the landing zone.

Tarain advanced toward the settlement's main entry route, boots crunching against packed soil and debris. He did not rush. His posture was calm, deliberate, and unyielding, the bearing of a commander who understood that first contact was as much about restraint as it was about strength. The rifle remained steady in his hands as he closed the distance, every step measured, every movement signaling that the Lilaste Order had arrived not in panic, but in control.

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn leaned against the bulkhead of the transport, staring at Laphisto's armored back as he zoned out. He had seen the unidentified vessel from the bridge, noting its structural patterns; its strengths and weaknesses. It was clear to him that the owners of this vessel had never been introduced to the wider galaxy. Especially not in a combat setting. The engine and bridge locations were far too unorthodox to have not been exploited in a previous engagement. And if these people had any sense, they would have changed their ship design following a loss due to their vessel's weaknesses. That led the Chiss to believe that these people had truly never been encountered before. Exciting.

The transport jolted slightly as it came to dock. The hatch opened and Zinayn came off the bulkhead, following Laphisto and his guard. The corridors were neat, almost normal. His eyes immediately landed on the various machine systems completely uncovered on the walls, open to access easily. The designers were a people who valued efficiency, even if it came at the cost of beauty or even safety, he noted as he realized this exposure could open vital systems to damage more often.

The corridor was silent at the moment, and Zinayn started to wonder if anyone was aboard. Or if they'd take the time to meet the Lilaste boarders. He glanced to Laphisto to gauge his reaction to the interior of the ship. Clearly, the High Commander was analyzing as well. Good. To avoid missing an important detail, all of them needed to keep their heads swiveling and noting things.

Laphisto Edwards

 

[Edwards]

Darkness.

Had it not been for the backlight from the transport vessel and the backdrop of the stars in space, the hangar would have been pitch black. No sirens or horns. No red flashing lights to accompany a ship-wide emergency alert. The hangar? More of a room with access to the outside world. It was so cramped one would barely be able to land a gunship in there, let alone more than half a dozen starfighters. In its corners sat a few large metal crates. On there side a logo was plastered, displaying an analog clock striking noon... or midnight. The clock itself was a deep orange over the nearly void-black material of the stacked boxes. And the boxes were making noises, no the indent in the wall next to it was. They were footsteps, and plenty of them.

The indent in the wall would reveal itself to be a door, and on the other side were the ships owners. Fourteen bipeds would exit the hallway past the crates, entering the hangar bay. They wore an odd type of armor, reminiscent of plastoid but simply... off. Their faces were covered by a helmet, and these people began to attempt to form a semi circle around the transport. They held their rifles in a prepared position, Laphisto , Zinayn , and the guards having no less than two guns pointed at them each.

"Lǣt þīn wǣpen adūn! Lǣt þīn handa on þǣm lyfte."

The men were clearly uneasy, visible simply by the way their heads swung slowly between each individual who had left the transport.

 

[Norbert Oro]

The Angels of Meu
Manpower - 20
Equipment -Basic kinetic weaponry (primitive semi-automatic rifles), Exo-suits, under clothing.
Ammunition - Basic kinetic ammunition
Current Element Status - 15 on mission, 5 returning.

Norbert and a group of Angels were returning from a scouting mission during these events. The rest of the Angels were helping a town far away with repairs. At first, Norbert and his Angels didn't see the ships descending. The dreary and foggy landscape hid a lot from view, even to their trained eyes. Their grey suits made it nigh impossible to see them in the weather.

The Angels were walking through a muddy landscape, leading to the harder soil on which the towns were. They heard the whirring of engines and stopped and crouched. A few silhouettes of the ships were just barely visible through the fog. This frightened them at first; Norbert quickly called for them to hide behind a berm and watched.

Sandalphon crawled through the mud and up to Norbert; the three others followed, forming a line with just their heads peering over the ridge. The soft rain pittered and pattered on their armor and added to the wet soil, which they bizarrely allowed themselves to comfortably sink into. Sandalphon spoke:

"Num dei nuntii sunt? An machina quam barbari fecerunt?"

Norbert replied:

"Si deus nos creavit, tum repudiati sumus atque hic positi. Credo in discrimine est."

Sandalphon didn't reply, they continued to watch.

Tag: Laphisto 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Zinayn

 

['Sentinel' Janius Everwall]

Laphisto
With Lilaste Order Troops beginning to enter into the territory of Steel Mill. The Iron Creed's response would be simple, 'Remove the Raiders'.

Twenty members, suited into T-6 armor would walk from the nearest open street, All of them carrying primitive Slugthrowers compared to the Empire that had just landed. And before any talk, 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall would rapidly approach the group, and attempt to throw a haymaker into the face of Commander Tarain.

 

[Laphisto]

Edwards Zinayn

Laphisto's brow lifted slightly as he and his escort were encircled. The movement was subtle, almost academic rather than alarmed. Armored figures tightened the perimeter, weapons raised and leveled with disciplined precision. The High Guard shifted half a step forward in reflex, but at a single minute gesture from Laphisto's hand, they held their ground.

The language barked at them was sharp and unfamiliar to the ear. Harsh consonants, clipped syllables, a cadence that suggested structure but not one he had studied. He did not understand it naturally.

He did not need to. The Force flowed outward from him in a controlled, measured ripple. It brushed against the minds surrounding him, not violently, the intent of their words unraveling as thought patterns rather than sound. Then he spoke.

When his voice left his lips, it carried more than air. The words rode the current of the Force, shaped to their understanding, resonating within their own linguistic framework. Þu wilt lætan þine wæpnu. Þu wilt us forðfaran to þære brycge þisse scip. Wē sindon þine æþelinga gæst. he used the force to force there compliance

Laphisto turned his gaze briefly toward Zinayn, eyes narrowing with intellectual interest rather than tension. "Fascinating, I recognize fragments of Old Galactic Basic embedded in their syntax. Root structures, primarily. And yet it is entirely derivative. The morphology has drifted. The annotations have been repurposed." His head tilted slightly again, studying the armed figures as though they were living artifacts rather than immediate threats. "It is not a separate language, It is a descendant something that's evolved naturally."

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'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Norbert Oro
Commander Tarain lifted a hand in greeting as the man approached him. Before he could even get a word out, he was suddenly struck across the face. The impact cracked against his helmet. His personal shield flared briefly, a sharp pulse of light dispersing the force of the blow as he stumbled back a step. His head spun for a moment as his balance reset. The surrounding men reacted instantly, rifles snapping up and sights leveling on the figures moving in around them.

Tarain's hand shot upward "Hold fire. Hold your damn fire." The command was sharp and immediate. His soldiers froze in place, weapons trained but fingers disciplined on the triggers. No one fired. Tarain straightened himself, rolling his shoulders once as he steadied his footing. He reached up and unsealed his helmet. With a short hiss of pressure release, he removed it and lowered it to his side, exposing his face to the man in front of him.

"We're not here for conflict." . He moved slowly and deliberately, making sure every action was visible. Reaching into the pouch at his side, he pulled out a ration bar and held it up. He unwrapped it, took a bite, chewed, then swallowed.

He then motioned to his men. Two soldiers stepped forward carrying a secured crate and set it down between the groups. Tarain stepped beside it and, using his cybernetic arm, pulled the latch free and lifted the lid. Inside were thousands more ration bars, packed tightly and stacked in rows. He stepped back slightly, keeping his hands visible. "Food For your people."

 

['Sentinel' Janius Everwall]

The Sentinel's helmet tilts in slight confusion. The words of the commander flick off of the armor of the Old Meuan, with a slower speed than expected of a soldier, Janius pulls a Pistol from his thigh, bringing it up to Commander Tarain's head. All Nineteen men behind the Sentinel do finally raise their arms aswell, slowly surrounding the troops with superior numbers...

"Hoc dolum non profuit proximo tempore, Servile. In caelo manere debuisti postquam in nos ignem aperuisti. Dic mihi, credidistine nos post paucas horas oblituros esse? An simpliciter putasti nos genua flectere momento quo te obtulisti... Illa Stercora."

Stomping would be heard behind the formation of the Creed, loud and approaching fast..

Laphisto

 

[Norbert Oro]

The Angels of Meu
Manpower - 20
Equipment -Basic kinetic weaponry (primitive semi-automatic rifles), Exo-suits, under clothing.
Ammunition - Basic kinetic ammunition
Current Element Status - 15 on mission, 5 investigating.

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The group watched as the Lilaste men offloaded; they could barely see them, but once they watched Janius walk up to them, they began to slowly advance, sneaking their way through the mud as their capes drifted across the wet soil. Ramiel spotted the trunk of a tree and moved up to it. She placed her rifle in between two branches that created a V-shape, and looked down her scopeless weapon. Norbert motioned for Sariel and Sandalphon to sneak up to them while he and Uriel crawled through a small ditch that led towards the Lilsate men. They were silent, and almost moved like the fog that surrounded them.

The two men sneaking up to the ship waited until there was a break in the group of troops offloading food and other supplies. Sandalphon is notably smaller than Sariel; in fact, Sariel is considered the largest man in the Angels, yet he always managed to stay quiet. Sandalphon signed to Sariel with his hands, he told him to cover while advancing towards the ship.

Sandalphon crawled towards the ship before silently getting up and moving swiftly towards the loading bay. He entered the ship and hid behind a box, waiting for a moment to enter the pilot's cabin.

Tags: 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Laphisto

 

[Cora]

Cora was right behind her commander as he took the strike to the face. The hit was hard enough to falter his shields and stagger him back. That was enough to make her jumpy. These creatures' first resort was going to be violence? She would happily meet it. Without thought, as if on instinct, her weapon snapped up quickly, pointed directly at the head of the man who struck Tarain, her finger poised and ready on the trigger. But before she could squeeze it, he hissed at the squad to hold their fire.

Cora relaxed her finger off the trigger, reluctantly, with a loud and deliberate exhale that surely came through their helmet coms. Her posture remained fixed, however, locked onto her target, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. They had been on many missions together now, and she was not going to let another superior perish, not on her watch! Not after her Master...

She observed closely as the two squad mates placed the supply crate gently down as an offering to these monsters. Watched Tarain open the box and presented its contents to the beings. Then their leader raised a gun at Tarain. She tensed, finger back on the trigger about to pull it. Then she noticed the other 19 threats attempting to surround her squad. Blast! It was obvious they were outnumbered. But they hadn't opened fire yet.

Tarain would continue his failing attempt at negotiating with these people, she was sure of it. This was their response to an offering of food, a universal plea for peace no matter the language barrier between? That's it, I've had it with these primitives! Before Tarain could hold her back, she was committed. Calling upon the Force and allowing it to surge through her muscles as she extended her arms out, Cora expelled a radial blast of kinetic energy out toward the approaching targets. Intending to disarm the approaching targets without causing unnecessary harm, if only to avoid a harsher reprimand from her commander.

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Tags: Laphisto 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall

 

[Edwards]

The crowd of soldiers took a moment to react to Laphisto . Eventually they lowered the rifles a bit, at least away from the boarding party's heads.

One of the men didn't lower his gun, still aiming it squarely at Laphisto. He turned towards his head to one of the others before he spoke.

"Hwæt dydst þu? Hie hæfdon just æt us áscoten!"

The reply to him came from the man on the far left, swift and stern:

"Hīe sind ūre gæst! Lǣt þīn gǣn dūn. NŌW!"

The first man to speak reluctantly lowered his rifle, seemingly a bit confused as to what just happened. The crowd then dispersed slightly, allowing for Laphisto and his entourage to enter down the hallway they had just come from. As they were escorted to the bridge, the boarding party would notice that despite utilitarianism taking primacy of the vessels design, there was still great care taken to make the interior look nice. Orange designs were painted on the walls to contrast with the black background and even the utility panels had their wiring connected in roundabout ways to prevent them from looking overtly ugly. Certainly no masterpiece of architecture, but it was clear at least some thought went into making the interior look palatable.

That is, if it could all be seen very well. The ship was still exceptionally dark due to the ion blast, no lights to be seen anywhere, and no emergency power kicking on. As the group made it to the final door of their journey, it was clear that an ion shot what not really seen as a possibility during the design. The door opened, and through it the bridge. The first noticeable thing would be the control systems. No holotables and no massive walls of sensors, only around 8 people in crisp orange and black uniforms stood around frantically hammering away at severely antiquated consoles. The viewport wasn't a massive window like would be typical either. It was simple slit going 180 degrees around the front half of the room, not even looking at the Lilaste Fleet.

Tension filled the room as the entourage stepped into the bridge. Everyone inside was confused, a handful reaching for pistols on their hips, but not yet fully drawing them.

"Hrosa, hwæt dest þu? Forhwæt þu brohte þa þeowas to þære brycge? Hæfaþ hi come to forlætenne?" The questions met with more confusing stares from the men who had escorted them there. A few of the armed soldiers had begun to turn towards their leader by now with inquisitive body language. The leader himself looked at the bridge crew, then back to Laphisto, obviously very confused as to why he let these intruders into the vessel's heart.


Tags: Laphisto Zinayn

 

[Aknoby]

Aknoby was with the troops on the ground, riding at the rear on his basilisk Stomper. He is quiet for now, watching the basilisk droid's scanners for movement or any other sign of danger.

He also concentrates on the Force to detect life forms.

(OOC: Sorry te short entrace)


Cora Norbert Oro 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn did not react as he and Laphisto were encircled. He knew that he draw his katana and slice them up before they even knew what was happening, if he so pleased. Instead, he merely inspected the barrel of the weapon closest to him, noting the differences between the blasters of the larger galaxy and these. They spoke a language he didn't understand, but it sounded familiar. Some branch descending from Old Galactic Basic, Laphisto revealed.

The High Commander spoke the same language back to them, and the soldiers reluctantly lowered their weapons. Zinayn could feel Laphisto's influence through the Force, making gentle suggestions in their heads, which they heeded. The encirclement split, allowing the Lilaste Order through.

The walk through the corridors revealed more of the ship to Zinayn, and he saw that not all of the bulkheads were like those he saw further back. Now, there was some attempt at designing the walls. The darkness also stuck out to him as a detail that could not be ignored. Most vessels had some form of backup power or countermeasures for an ion barrage. Despite the time since the initial attack, the ship still lacked power. Had they never encountered such a thing as an ion cannon before?

The door to the bridge opened, and immediately the Chiss noted the difference between here and on the Tracyn. The viewport was slim, barely allowing a view of the outside space. There was no holotable for a military commander to analyze the battlefield. As confused as Zinayn was by the design here, the bridge crew seemed even more so. Their bewilderment was plain as day even without the Force, and even without understanding their language.

While the crew was talking amonst themselves, Zinayn stepped away from their escort, taking a few steps to the nearest of the bridge consoles which was not being worked on. The buttons did not match any kind of systems he was aware of. Nothing like he'd seen on the ships he'd been on in his life. He turned partially towards one of the workers. The lady was hitting away at the console, as if she was begging it to work. He sighed. This place looked like a mess.

Edwards Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

Edwards Zinayn
Laphisto stepped onto the bridge and slowed his pace, his boots echoing softly against the unfamiliar deck plating. His heterochromatic eyes moved steadily across the chamber, taking in every detail of the vessel's design. The consoles were angular and mechanical in a way that felt almost archaic. No smooth holoprojections. No seamless galactic-standard interfaces. Everything was tactile. Physical switches. Layered metalwork. Visible seams.

"Fascinating," he muttered, the word carrying a quiet note of approval. He had never been an engineer. That had never been his discipline. But he respected evolution in all forms, especially technological. Civilizations left their history in their machines. In truth, it was rare for him to see something that predated even his own frame of reference.

He turned toward the man who had begun asking questions, studying him for a long moment. When Laphisto spoke again, his tone was calm and direct. The Force threaded through his words, not theatrically, not violently, but deliberately, shaping the meaning so that it would be understood. þu wilt me secgan hwæt forþon þu þisne eorþan onfōn wilt and hwǣr þu comest fram.

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'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Cora Aknoby Norbert Oro


Tarain kept his eyes fixed on the figure in front of him, a deep frown forming as the muzzle of a weapon remained leveled directly at his face. He did not step back, but there was no mistaking the tension in his posture. The old lizard would have had choice words for him standing there without his helmet. Even so, Tarain trusted the Combat Force Specialists under his command. He trusted Cora.

The reaction came almost immediately. A concussive wave burst outward from behind him, ripping through the air in a sharp kinetic pulse. Dust and loose fragments skittered across the ground as the force rolled toward the surrounding figures. The escalation was instant and dangerous. Weapons shifted. Stances tightened. The atmosphere grew volatile in seconds.

Tarain felt control slipping from his grasp. He raised both hands high and open, palms visible, signaling restraint. His movements were deliberate and slow. He attempted to calm those in front of him not with words, knowing they would not understand, but through posture and body language. He squared his shoulders without aggression and kept his breathing steady, projecting compliance rather than challenge.

Carefully, he reached for his sidearm. He drew the pistol slowly from its holster and, without flourish or hesitation, tossed it to the ground at his feet. It struck the earth wand kicked up dirt as it slid away from him. He then reached back and removed his sword, lowering it before releasing it beside the pistol. Finally, he unslung his rifle, bringing it forward and placing it on the ground in front of him. He nudged it away slightly to make the gesture unmistakable.

Tarain raised his hands again, empty. He kept his gaze steady, attempting to deescalate the situation before it crossed a line that could not be undone. he exhaled through his nose, tension still evident in his posture as the standoff held by a thread. Heavy boots pounded against the deck behind him. A younger soldier skidded to a stop at his side and snapped to attention. "Private Jaerin, sir. You asked for a CFS with some comprehension speech skills, sir?"

Tarain glanced at him briefly, then shifted his focus back to the armored figures across from them. Weapons were still raised. The situation had not improved. "Aye, I need you to try and speak to these men. I cannot understand a lick of what they are saying." He cast another look toward the power-armored soldiers, measuring distances, angles, and the readiness in their stances. The air felt ready to ignite. "And you need to do it fast Before this turns into a shootout."

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Norbert Oro

Aboard the LAHT gunship, between the troop bay and the cockpit, two men sat on supply crates bolted to the deck. The compartment hummed with low engine resonance and the distant whine of repulsors idling in standby. A battered deck of cards was spread between them atop an overturned ration tin, the two clearly in the middle of some improvised game.

Both had their helmets off.

One was human, dark hair damp with sweat from the heat trapped inside the hull. The other was distinctly not. He had a narrow, beaklike nose that curved slightly downward, giving his profile a sharp, avian cast. His hair stood wild and upright in uneven strands, as if permanently caught in a static charge. What set him apart most, however, was the long, flexible tail that coiled and swayed behind him, occasionally thumping lightly against the deck plating as he shifted his weight. The movement was restless but controlled, betraying focus rather than agitation. His features and posture marked him clearly as a Ryn.

The cockpit door to the two copilots stood open, helmeted silhouettes visible as they moved between controls and readouts. The atmosphere inside the gunship was relaxed, almost routine. That changed in an instant. A sudden blast rocked the air outside, the shock reverberating through the hull with a sharp metallic tremor. The cards were scattered across the deck. Both men looked up at the same time.

No words were exchanged. They moved in unison, grabbing their helmets and snapping them into place with practiced efficiency. The Ryn's tail flicked once as he rose, then stilled as discipline took over. They rushed out of the gunship and down the ramp as they moved toward the source of the disturbance.

Inside the cockpit, only the pilots remained. One of them reached up immediately, gloved fingers flying across the console. Switches flipped. Systems spooled. The idle hum of the LAHT deepened into a rising mechanical growl as the engines powered back up, ready to lift at a moment's notice.

 

['Sentinel' Janius Everwall]

Laphisto Cora Aknoby

At least half of the twenty's weaponry would fly out of their hands and to the ground a few feet away, including Janius, of whom would become incredibly confused. Finally beginning to look over the Orders' soldiers and commander.

The ones that lost their rifles would pull once again, Primitive sidearms. Behind the Sentinel, likely a housing block away, another twenty suited men would turn the corner, some would hold genuine Swords and Maces, paired alongside Shields. Then, something a bit scary, heavy weaponry, primitive, but a large slug is a large slug. Though, few would have these weapons.

Just before the Reinforcements would reach any closer, Everwall holds up a fist, within that instant, the stomping would stop, replaced by light screeching as the Heavy Teams slid across the concrete. Then, flattening out his hand, every member of the Creed would lower their weaponry. (With a few going to retrieve their thrown rifles.)

The Sentinel would once again stare at the Commander through his helmet, then retrieve his own rifle off his back, then slowly lower it into the pile of weapons made by Tarain. One armed with a Shield and Sword would speak..

"Custos, custos e-"

"Non, credo exploratores nostros errasse. Hi alias armaturas gerunt, neque sibi urinam commiserunt. Non sunt venditores servilium."

 

[Edwards]

As Zinayn turned towards the woman, she made eye contact with him before her expression shifted from frustration and panic, to one of pure fear. She turned her whole body to face him, backing away while maintaining a 'run-at-any-moment' posture in her legs. The console she was messing with before, now on her left, flashed red lights on tiny screens. It was clear she was unable to complete whatever task she attempted to accomplish. The woman opened her mouth to speak, but nothing was expressed other than a gasp of terror.

Laphisto 's situation wasn't too dissimilar. The man he spoke with was a tad more confused rather than fearful, especially at the first word Laphisto had said.

"Þa þeowas, hi on us forðfiredon þa hwile þe we sprecen," The man swallowed in an attempt to regain his composure. "Dōst þū- dōst þū nāt wyrcean mid him?"

The tone of his voice was one of concern, it was evident they had thought Laphisto and his fleet working with the primitives on the planet below.

"Gif þu ne eart, hwā- Hwæt eart þu?"

 

[Diarch Rellik]

A transmission came in from the Lilaste Order while Rellik was aboard his flagship. It covered the basics without much flourish: an unknown civilization had appeared on sensors, first contact protocols were already underway, and Laphisto was on one of their vessels now. Ground teams had made contact but things were tense. The language they'd picked up so far carried traces of very old Galactic Basic.

Rellik acknowledged the report, thanked them, and ended the call. There wasn't anything in it that could be sorted out from a chair. He preferred to see situations like this for himself.

He gave a few quiet instructions to the bridge, hold position once they reached the edge of the system, don't crowd the perimeter, keep channels open with the Lilaste ships already on site, then left them to it and headed for the hangar. By the time he got there, his shuttle was already being readied. Onyx stood near the ramp, exactly where it usually waited when Rellik traveled.

From the cockpit, the unfamiliar ship slowly filled the forward view. "strange construction" - It appeared Onyx believed the same thing. The Diarch able to hear his camera sensors flaring as it catalogued anything that might be of use.

Clearance came through from the fleet and the shuttle moved in. When they docked, Rellik stood, checked his gloves out of habit, and stepped down the ramp into the dim corridor beyond. Onyx followed, optics adjusting to the low light, already recording and parsing whatever language it could pick up.

Immediately another set of guards were there weapons raised. Commands given for the Diarch and the droid in some unknown language to the man.

But it was for that very reason Rellik brought his litigation droid. Its primary function once again showing its value.

Without missing a beat the droid responded; the Diarch dumbfounded. It appeared after a few moments of deliberation they were being taken to the bridge, un-armed.

Zinayn Laphisto Edwards

 

[Norbert Oro]

The Angels of Meu
Manpower - 20
Equipment -Basic kinetic weaponry (primitive semi-automatic rifles), Exo-suits, under clothing.
Ammunition - Basic kinetic ammunition
Current Element Status - 15 on mission, 5 investigating.

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Sandalphon crept into the ship and hid in the shadows. He was quiet and as noticeable as a rat. He had slung his rifle onto his back and held a pistol close to his chest. After watching the men inside the bay run out, he crept into the pilots bay. He snuck into the cabin and watched as the pilots messed with the controls. After observing them, he walked up and pistol whipped one of them in the side of the head. He quickly placed the barrel of his gun on the side of the others head, and spoke in a language that the pilots didn't understand.

"Duc me ad locum unde ortus es!"

The man he bashed in the side of the head was most likely dead, or is going to suffer from some serious brain damage. The suit Sandalphon wore enhanced the blow by a considerable amount. Aknoby could sense the soldier inside the ship and the surrounding Angels watching.

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[Laphisto]

Edwards Zinayn Diarch Rellik

[This document has been translated for galactic historical Purposes]

Laphisto raised a brow, his head tilting slightly to the side as he considered the man's accusation. His posture remained composed, hands folding neatly behind his back as he responded. "Slavers? No. We are not slavers, We have no record of you or your people in any galactic chart or archive available to us. No trade lanes. No territorial claims. No historical entries."

"By our estimate, you were preparing to launch a planetary assault on the population below. That is why we boarded your vessel. To determine your intent. To learn who you are. And to understand your purpose here." He paused, studying the man's expression, the tension in his stance, the way his crew positioned themselves along the bridge.

The sound of metallic footsteps interrupted the moment. Measured. Heavy. Deliberate. Laphisto turned his head slightly as the droid entered the bridge. His eyes settled briefly on Diarch Rellik . He gave a small nod of acknowledgment before turning back to the man before him.

"Your star sytem falls within Diarchal jurisdiction, We detected multiple anomalous signatures within this sector and deployed to investigate. Upon arrival, we were met with weapons fire." There was no anger in his voice, though there was a tinge of disappointment laced in his words. "You are fortunate it was our fleet that found you first,Other galactic factions would not have boarded to ask questions that is if they didnt decide to simply blast your ships to debris." He held the man's gaze steadily, waiting for a response. " so who are you and why are you planning to attack th epeople below"

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'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Cora

Tarain let out a slow breath of relief. He still had no idea what the man was saying, but the posture, the tone, the lack of immediate violence suggested at least one thing. This was not an execution. He turned slightly toward Jaerin, lowering his voice but keeping it firm.

"Alright, Forcie, Use that mystic power of yours. Translate what he's saying and give him the message. We're not here to fight. We're here to help him and his people. All of them."

Jaerin gave a short nod. There was no pride in the gesture, no theatrics. He stepped forward carefully, making sure his hands were visible and empty. The rifles remained lowered but ready behind him. He focused for a brief moment, brow tightening as he reached for comprehension rather than control. The unfamiliar structure of the language felt rough and partially formed in his mind, but he pieced together what he could.

Then he addressed Janius directly in the man's own tongue, the pronunciation imperfect but understandable. "Friends. Peace. We help. Not fight. Aprehended invador." Jaerin held his ground after speaking, posture neutral. Behind him, Tarain remained still, hands lowered but open, watching closely to see whether the fragile line between diplomacy and violence would hold.

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Norbert Oro
The pilots had been quiet for the most part, exchanging only the occasional idle comment as the engines spooled and systems cycled back online. The cockpit lighting flickered softly against the canopy, instrument panels humming with a steady operational rhythm.

That calm ended abruptly. The copilot jerked violently in his seat, struck before he could even turn fully toward the source. His body slumped sideways against the console, controls rattling from the sudden impact.

The main pilot reacted on instinct. His hand darted toward the sidearm holstered at his hip, fingers brushing the grip. He did not make it that far. The cold press of a barrel dug hard into the side of his head, forcing a low groan from his throat as he froze mid-motion. The weapon shifted slightly, a silent warning.

His arms rose immediately. But not before his thumb discreetly tapped the comm panel. The channel opened with a faint click. "Easy now, easy, There's no need to shoot me in my own gunship."

He kept his tone casual, almost irritated rather than afraid. His eyes flicked briefly toward the control board, then forward again. He was gambling that whoever stood behind him either did not understand his words or would not catch on to the open channel transmitting his voice beyond the cockpit. His hands remained raised. The engines continued their low mechanical rumble beneath them.

 

[Aknoby]

Aknoby drummed his fingers on Stompper's ainel, which made the Basilisk beep in protest and caused the young half-chiss to stop drumming and pay more attention to what his communication was picking up.

The basilisk moved, taking one or two heavy steps with some concern for the soldier who had entered the ship, and moved its large head toward the other soldiers.

"Calm down, Stompper, he's fine for now."


Laphisto

 

['Sentinel' Janius Everwall]

Laphisto Cora Aknoby

For a few moments, the Sentinel simply seemed..Baffled in a way..And then..

"HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! O, quasi pueri loqui discunt! HAHAHAHA! O di... Hahaha... Bene, bene sum."

"Bene, Bellatores, hanc turmam in urbem admitte, reliqui foris exspectare debebunt. Paladinus, habenas cape dum ego hos populos tracto, Ferrei Muri mecum. Oh, et aliquis Fratres nostros Minores contactet."

With that order, all but Eight of the Iron Creed would move to hold up a makeshift border aligned with the city streets, the others, all of them swords and shield wielders, form up on the Sentinel as he grabs his rifle, places into his back and turns to walk further into the city itself...