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Hello? Can anybody hear this?! This is a distress signal from Officer Jamison Keyes of the New Legion! We have been slaughtered by the Remnant Empire and their allies. Our antimatter has been detonated, our ships destroyed, and our worlds rendered unhabitable. The few hundred that survived have fled to a nearby moon. Without help, we will starve and/or will be found by the Remnant Empire. We need all the help we static This static
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Quarantine (As per protocol)

A small Lightning MK 2 jumps into the sector

    Quarantine

    A single R-UPA Probe with two combat drones in storage picks up the distress call. The probe is programmed to classify messages in order of urgency based on the content in the message.

    The probe mistakenly categorizes the message as "Moderate Urgency" and instead focuses on other messages

    It will be hours before the message is recategorized by a R-UPA Communications Unit.

      /Transmission Start/
      This is Supreme Leader Buchanan of the Remnant Empire. Good job. You exposed yourself to your enemy. Your transmission will be tracked, and your last bastion of hope annihilated. Farewell, Officer Keyes.
      /Transmission End/

      Quarantine

      A small extraction fleet FTL's in the area, attempting to pick up Officer Keyes and any others...

        Boiled_Cabbage

        When the ships come in range of sight, all that they see are the cold bodies of naval officers, and the fragments of a destroyed moon. A weak distress beacon flashes SOS intermittently. A Remnant Flag is among the rubble. A small piece of paper is recovered in the hand of a dead officer. "To whoever eventually finds this, our haven has been destroyed. Remnant ships jumped in and annihilated the moon itself. The couple dozen who made it out are heading to a nearby Terran planet." The rest is illegible.

        Quarantine

        The extraction fleet goes to the terran planet, deciding that they must save these men from oppression.

        Quarantine

        This time, a R-UPA Outpost station picked up the transmission and reacted to it immediately

        A small squadron of Cyclone Heavy Fighters that had docked with the station to refuel took off on a reconnaissance mission to intercept and find the transmission source

        They are not equipped properly for this mission, but there are no Probes or Scouts ready to do the job

          Quarantine A Scavanger lightning jumps to the terran planet in hopes of finding the survivors. It would only hold about 6 survivors however.

          Quarantine
          A single GSR Vernichter received the message a few hours ago, but being on a blackout mission, it did not interfere. It hovered over the moon as the extraction fleet found the bodies and with long range telescopes read the paper. The officers argued for a while over whether to help or not, but finally agreed to get the survivors out of there. Right now they are heading over to the planet at quick sublight speeds, still on blackout.
          image https://i.imgur.com/AMtMD80.jpg

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            When the Lightning, the Vernichter, and the squadron arrive at Fisaticte XII, what they see is shocking. Swaths of Remnant Bristlers and Quarantine IVs send volleys of missiles and cannon fire against long dreadnoughts with New Legion symbols. The New Legion ships look like nothing they have ever made before. In the center of it all, a machine has created a gigantic bubble shield which cannot be breached by any means. Encrypted communications rapidly come and go. The Remnant Empire seems to have an upper hand.

            Ships engaged

            image https://i.imgur.com/INLrxkI.png
            Quarantine IV (Remnant)

            image https://i.imgur.com/PkyKlh8.png
            Bristler (Remnant)

            image https://i.imgur.com/9Y3HKHk.png
            Skiff (New Legion)

            image https://i.imgur.com/wYzyPga.png
            Dreadnought (New Legion)

            image https://i.imgur.com/rmIYMAQ.png
            Pike (New Legion)

            image https://i.imgur.com/TMSuxrI.png
            Bullet (New Legion)

            Quarantine
            All scanners of the ships, New Legion and Remnant, first flicker, then fall out. As the chaos ensues, Remnant ships explode from time to time, unknowing what had struck them. Then a message comes through on all channels, it is encrypted and cannot be backtraced:
            Back off now.
            The New Legion gets a different transmission, no words, just coordinates.
            //{Inner Circle} Sector: 546 Lat: 35 Long: 74 LatAlt: 21 LongAlt: 05\\

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              Facing defeat, Remnant ships jump away, but not before releasing bombs that create a devastating shockwave that collapse the structure creating the shield, and annihilate most of the remaining New Legion ships, and the Lightning, and the Vernichter. The only remains are a couple dozen New Legion ships and the fighter squadron.

              The remaining New Legion ships attempt to jump to the transmitted coordinates, but their FTL units are severely damaged after the shockwave. They are able to get a weak lock on the source of the message, and send a reply.
              /Transmis$@n St#$%/
              This is Officer Jam17%n of the N$? Legion. Thank Static. for saving us. Our people Static. thank you enough. However, our FTLs are broken. We cannot follow your coordinates, but we can send this }@#ge. The rest is unintelligable.
              /Transmission End/

              Quarantine
              "Wait here, wir will protect you. Reinforcements will arrive soon. Do not fire at us, wir will come out now, but your scanners will still be down."
              The massive ships emerges from the shadows, and comes closer to the survivors.It docks and soldiers run in with medical aid supplies and food, they dont know how long the survivors hadnt eaten. The commanding officer slowly comes over, he is over two and a half meters high, like all the soldiers, but seems to be a normal human otherwise, just a bit beefier. He is blonde and has blue eyes, and walks right over to a survivor to ask who is in charge here.

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                The survivor looks up and responds, but most likely out of fear.
                "Officer Jamison Keyes. He-he's on the bridge."

                Quarantine
                The officer looks friendlier than before, looks like he has dealt with far more... resisting survivors to rescue.
                "Hey, its alright, you're safe now. Thanks and take care."
                he pats the survivor on the head and gets moving towards the bridge. Asking for directions now and then, around every corner he can see GSR soldiers treating the wounds of injured, giving out food supplies, or securing eplosive matter to stabilize the ship. When he gets on the bridge he greets Keyes:
                "Guten Tag, my Name is Kommandant Wolfgang von Richthofen, from zhe German Space Regime. Received your distress call and thought zhat you may have needed help."
                he looks around...
                "Guess we were right zhis time..."

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                  Keyes appears extremely relieved.
                  "Thank you. All of-"
                  Keyes is cut off as more shockwaves come out of the reassembled bombs. They appear to have repaired themselves. Reports start coming on all channels, claiming massive casualties. Cracks appear in the windows of the bridge.
                  "Get out of here," Keyes says. "Don't waste your resources on us. We're doomed. Thank you."

                  Quarantine
                  "Bullscheisse."
                  Richthofen grabs Keyes and gestures his men to do the same with other crew members:
                  "Keep your eyes and mouth closed if you wanna live. Oh, and breathe out. Now."
                  As the glass breaks the soldiers activate their jetpacks and head in a straight line back towards the Vernichter, where they drop into the open hangar. As long as the survivors had followed the instructions, they should have survived the short space trip.

                  Quarantine Shite!

                  The Lightning unit charges it’s FTL drives to GTFO. It was clearly to weak for a battle this scale.

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                  The squadron launches fighters to protect the Vernichter.