OOC: For reference, this is occurring "below" the galactic plane, can't decide which quarter of the galaxy. It's not close enough to any person for it to make an immediate difference (assuming everyone already has matters of higher priority other than investigating nebula formations several light years off (therefore you can't see it for several years)) so I'd rather not make first contact with anyone yet... unless you want a war
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IC:"Status is Green, Rift Generator is standing by."
Lord Marshal Naer'ul paced the deck frantically, he was growing impatient. He knew his enemies were coming soon.
Three hundred systems annihilated in eighteen weeks. Five hundred billion lives, lost to the genocidal Akura... How could this have happened? He couldn't stop shaking, none of his men could. He could feel the melancholy of thousands of men without families to go back to. This was their last hope, they had entrusted him with their fates.
His EXO stood stalwart, emotionless, his eyes fixed upon the hologram of the system as it flickered. So far all that could be detected were incoming refugee ships, hundreds of citizens fleeing the slaughter. Elysium glimmered brighter than the rest as countless military vessels hurredly refueled and replenished their ammunition. Over eight thousand combat vessels were ready to make their stand over their homeworld. Several crewmen hurredly read off the myriad of ships entering the system.
A red flicker broke the tranquility of the emerald hologram, and hope seemed to escape the grasp of the men. Lord Marshal knew not what to say, these men had nothing to live for, revenge was the only fuel that kept the fire in their hearts burning. An ensign muttered under his breath "They're here.."
The screen seemed to come to life as a hundred more ships began to approach, and the military vessels around Elysium quickly moved to engage the enemy.
"Standby to activate Action Zero," the Lord Marshal muttered. A plethora of green blips approached his location, thirty billion Elysians fleeing their doomed world. A contigent of military vessels accompanied the civilian group, nearly eleven hundred military vessels assigned to escort the citizens. The number of Elysian craft seemed to increase many times over as military ships engaged the Akura, countless drones spilling from massive carriers in a futile attempt the delay the inevitable. The Akura Host seemed to be spilling into the system quicker than he had imagined. He watched as the screen was unable to clearly filter the battle.
A warning flickered on the screen, hovering above Elysium. It simply read "Multiple Warheads Inbound." Moments later the screen flickered, shimmered, and cut out.
The cold silence of space eerily taunted the servicemen, and the screen crackled back to life. It now read "Onboard Scanners Active. Elysium Destroyed. Initiate Action Zero."
"Alright, Ensign Pol, power the rift generators."
The lights dimmed, and one AU away from the enormous vessel a small naked singularity appeared, creating an intense white light. Vapours and dust seemed to be rapidly sucked into the growing orb of light, and it began to expand vigorously.
"Singularity created, powering rift generators."
The screen shimmered again, a brilliant white dot had appeared on the screen near their position, an object with infinite mass. Lord Marshal was distracted by other events on the screen however. The fleet had been overun, and Akura vessels seemed to be appearing at all edges of the system, converging on the last remnants of the Elysian State.
The brilliant white light had grown to the size of a planet within a minute, and around it were sixteen small automated stations. Their repulsors struggled to prevent them from being sucked into the light. Small burts simultaneously fired from each platform, striking the singularity in perfect unison. Sixteen small bursts disrupted the gravitic field, and the singularity collapsed. Radiation and dust swirled outwards from a newly created portal of brilliant light, and the Lord Marshal closed his eyes in a prayer.
Hundreds of civilian craft plummeted towards the rip in space, desperately hoping that it would allow them to continue their lives. The Akura Host was now a mere 100 kilometers away, and energy weapons were hurling destructive power towards the Elysians. Tentacles of energy seemed to slowly flail about the rip, and several civilian craft were sundered, but the first of many entered the ball of light. Massive amounts of red energy streamed through the Elysian Navy as they began to return fire, brilliant beams of light arcing from their decks sought out and raked the hulls of several Akura vessels, while red pulse fire ripped through the hull of an Elysian Dreadnought, it's power core rupturing in a massive explosion.
"Sir, 80% of civilians are through the portal."
"Get us out of here!" shouted the Lord Marshal as the craft shook, its shields failing to withstand the shockwave from the dreadnought.
The military vessels desperately released their fury at anything they could fire at, hundreds of short range pulse blasts ripped apart approaching squadrons of Akura fighters, and the Elysian military ventured through the rift. Within moments, the green hologram was empty, the sixteen platforms detonated, and the rift collapsed.
Hundreds of billions on light years away a small flicker appeared in space before shattering the serenity of the local system in a spectacular explosion.
The rift, visible on the right, rips through space-time just prior to the Elysian arrival.Moments later the first of a wave of battered, scarred, and damaged ships arrive through the hole. Twenty-nine billion survivors, six hundred military vessels, and enough supplies for two weeks. Naer'ul sighed, and his fellows moral seemed to triple immediately. The rift slowly began to close, and the Elysian people were free to rebuild their glorious State.
