Crux Fleet

Yellow alert, yellow alert! All hands to battle stations!

[After a somewhat peaceful rest, the fleet spooled up its FTL engines and jumped. But moments later, they were dragged out of subspace and the fleet found itself in between two other fleets! Relatively, in front of the fleet was a new planet, mostly brown and arid in appearance.

On the one side was an extremely large number of ships that seemed to be made of a beehive like material. The armor looked cheap and judging from the debris, it might be a good assessment.

On the other side was another fleet. Smaller but looking all the more ferocious with it's purple and red paint scheme. Massively over-sized guns bristled from almost every available port, leaving no uncovered surface. Despite the raggedy appearance of the other fleet, a few ships from this portion seemed out of commission to.

Both fleets paused at entrance of the new intruder and firing ceased.

Shortly after, an open message was played across all frequencies. It was voice only but it was bubbly and difficult to understand completely.]

Saviors, please rescue us from those that wish to destroy our way of life!

[Almost instantly in response was a gruff voice.]

What is there to rescue? All that is here belongs to Palguda Confederation.

[Then a third voice decided to interrupt here too with an odd tinge that sounded almost mechanical but close enough to organic to be weird.]

The Archive formally disagrees. That which lies here has belonged to our people for longer than both of your races have existed.

[The arguing continues, escalating before it cuts off, replaced by an image of the Fleet Admiral rubbing his face. The crisis seemed big enough that he would have to take charge.]

I don't think we can leave these people alone. But before we can do anything, we're going to need intel and a solid line of communication without this....bickering. Who's up to the task?

Who: Everyone!
What: Part 2 of the Event. Kicking butt mostly.
When: Anytime during the event
Where: In the rip and around it.
Warnings: Violence.

To say that demons patrolled the area would be a lie. They didn't have the mental process to actively work up something of that sort. Instead, they simply waited where they were, hoping for someone to come across their paths. For some demons, they'd happily get in fights with their own brethren if provoked into it. Their only allegiance seemed to lay in causing as much chaos as possible and straight up killing.

Occasionally, they ventured outside the hole in space but with the current incursion of others, they tended to stay inside. All the better fighting took place inside anyway. And other than the guests, there were more than a few AFLAK agents inside the hole. The demons were definitely ready for the amusement that was inevitably going to be showing its face.

[OOC: Everyone is free to start their own threads with this! Saturday, the crystal destruction thread will go up. NPCs/enemies will visit threads and feel free to request any that you want specifically.]

[For all intents and purposes, for today, all members of AFLAK can't be found. Even when contact with them was attempted, there were no answers.

It took a while for the scientists to notice but when they did, the Science Captain immediately sent a message.]

I don't know if it can be stopped but you have to-

[In mid-sentence, the power across the Teuberg goes out. It takes moment for auxiliaries to kick in but most of the lights are out. Another moment later, as connection re-establishes, the Science Captain continues his message.]

...you have to be prepared. There's a reason we hid this tech. If you have access to weapons, get them ready. If you don't, find someone who does. You won't need mysterious powers, just what you can keep on hand to face what's coming.

But don't try to reason with these creatures because it won't work. Shoot first, ask later. Shit...

[He regrets ever inventing this but he can't go back in time and change this.]

...there's only one way to stop this. Once you're prepared, some of you need to enter it...the rip in space that just appeared inside the Teuberg. Go inside and find a large red crystal. Once you do, destroy it and get the hell out of there.

The layout is going to be the same as the ship, just in a different dimension. You'll find the crystal where the main engines will be so don't screw around while you're in there.

I don't know what those AFLAK guys were up to but....just do this. We'll think about that later.

Good luck.

Who: High Priest of Kore, Prime Minister Ezo, and their four volunteers
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 26, around noon
Warnings: Crazy aliens!

The High Priest of Kore - no one gives a name for them, referring to them only by title - greets the four Fleet citizens with a solemn bow. They are dressed similarly to the lower priests and the monks in the Temple: in long, heavy robes that appear to be made of dozens of strips of cloth, sown together at odd angles, with a variety of mismatched adornments. The jagged pattern compliments the chaotic, pointy architecture of the Temple, although it isn't necessarily pleasing to look at.

The tall alien leans forward, eyes gleaming. They seem to be attempting a friendly demeanor, but something about it makes it feel predatory instead.

"Friends, your presence here honors me. When we detected your Fleet passing through our solar system, we suspected that you might be on board. It is fortunate that Prime Minister Ezo was able to contact your leader."

The Prime Minister in question stands at the edge of the gathering, nodding to each of the Fleet members repeatedly. They are clearly an old Miscun, with an unusually wrinkled face, and it makes them seem regal and imposing. The rapid nodding does dispel those notions, though, since it looks rather silly, sort of like a bobblehead. When the High Priest motions to Ezo, they step forward, the nodding becoming even more frantic before tapering off as they begin to speak.

"This may be sudden for you," they say, "but we have made all possible arrangements down here for you. There are rooms ready, and you may have anything you wish. All you have to do is remain with us, in this most sacred space. Where you belong."

Ezo's face stretches into a smile. It looks almost painful on that wide mouth.

"We are certain that your leader will understand how important this is for us. And surely your presence will allow us to prosper under the Chaotic One..."

Who: Miscun natives, OPEN
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 22-26
Warnings: Probably jail.

When you step off the shuttle to Kore, representatives from the Temple are waiting to greet you. Or at least they're waiting to inspect you; their actual greetings are short and rather unfriendly, but they do seem quite interested in you. Every single citizen visiting Miscun's surface gets looked over carefully, and some of the more unusual-looking types get questions about where they're from. The atmosphere seems like it should be welcoming, but instead it feels more like you are being judged for something.

[ooc: threads for various locations are available below. At this point, players are free to use NPCs however they wish; mod-controlled NPCs may appear in the Temple threads.]

Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker, OPEN
Where: Briefing Room
When: Early morning, Juno 3rd
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. They move with a practiced efficiency, already veterans of this kind of thing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.

The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.

Two members of Security stand at attention near the front of the room, seeming slightly unhappy to be here. Graham Baker stands at the head of the room with an easy smile.

[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]