Some’d say it’s devilish, some’d say it’s necessary, but all would agree that this was truly an unethical design choice. But the first question that must be asked is, why’d the MISE colonize Damadafu? It is known that the planet barely had an atmosphere, though it had a flowing core, the utmost necessity to hold life and shield it against the radioactive storms, it surely would be a great challenge, so why? Did the planet have rich mineral deposits? Perhaps artifacts long lost from an ancient civilization, much like the olden stone facilities from the forever-gone Bureau. Maybe it was a focal point of some kind of energetic fuel or plane of existence.
Alas, all were wrong, the true answer is that it was colonized for the challenge. The Musavians aren’t stupid. They know that they are very new to the galactic scene, an easy prey for many, and that their mostly pacifistic ways would certainly prove to be a problem for them, since, so far, their armies had only been tasked with defense, and offense was something that was either impossible or very far off in the future, when future plans of them would come into fruition.
So, after all, the reason that the S.O.R.B pushed for the colonization of the planet that’d house one of its facilities known as the “Tectonic Forge”, was that they needed a very, very good bunker. And this was the case for it. The lack of atmosphere forced all initial cities to be built underground, making sure that the infrastructure was set. The planet had a slightly higher mineral density, and the rock density within it was certainly much stronger, being composed mostly of recent formations of magmatic spills, the rocks could easily be transformed into mineral-rich soil for agriculture after they had implemented an atmosphere by instituting a manufactured ice age onto the planet due to the detonation of the polar ice caps. The plan was sound and thus the cities underground started to develop.
Now, comes the other piece to complete the puzzle: When the M.I.S.E allied themselves with the Illateri, they made sure not only to take advantage of their elevated technology, trying to acquire as much as possible through trade deals and political deals (until, of course, the Illateri left the galaxy, and stopped communicating with the M.I.S.E). But they also had access to some of their data, so they read through countless logs of the history of the galaxy, and also of the history of multiple invasions, accounts of usage of chemical, biological weaponry, everything. After it was accounted for, the construction of the dual City – Bunker complexes on Damadafu’s crust had begun, a series of interconnected cities, and underneath them, military complexes.
The cities were powered by a Fusion reactor using Hypeartomic fuel imported from Musavi and kept in storage in very low ammounts in highly confidential secure vaults, shielded against direct methods through kilometers of hard rock, concrete and metal, and against indirect methods by layers of confidential energetic shielding employed only by the S.O.R.B, and some acquired by GL&M.
The cities were like huge cillinders shoved into the ground, and the reactor was at the very bottom of it, in what’d be a funnel at the end of the cillinder, thus, we come to now.
It was a large room with an elevated platform on the center where a middle-aged Musavian sat. It smoked a large cigar, which it held in its mouth, and periodically took it out of it between large puffs of the toxic exhale to reduce the cinder at the opposite end with three taps on the ash tray, three rhythmic taps with small sounds, always three.
He leaned back on the large office chair and placed his paw-like feet atop the control panel in front of him, full of numerous dials and buttons, almost twisting some, though he didn’t care that much. His eyes were absolutely fixated on the hundreds of monitors in front of him, that changed between channels. They showed quite the awful sight indeed, as swarms of the flying monsters occupied another corridor, making another victim which’d, in turn, increase the number of the monsters, one of them hits the camera and the monitor turns into static, adding to the plethora of destroyed cameras above them.
The others in the room are absolutely shook. The faint of heart had already left the room, and gone to their quarters, it wasn’t required for all the crew to be there, so the Musavian on the chair had let some of them leave. Some others had a distant stare, watching the monitors that counted decreasing police forces…
1000 to 100 to 10.
They dwindled like flies being bug-sprayed, like a forest being burnt to the ground. Active lines were kept with the surface and the Tectonic forge, they had closed off the main entrances and now all of these beings were trapped within his underground city, but some things couldn’t be closed, and the monsters were starting to break down the doors with their sheer number, they had to contain it.
Two other Musavians walked atop the platform and spoke to the one sitting down. They had come to an agreement. He took his legs off from the control panel and dialed some numbers into a pad, soon picking up head piece and communicating with the Tectonic Forge. On the surface all of the beings had been destroyed, a single group had followed a group of soldiers, but were killed by the alien ship as it discharged what seemed to be an electric charge. All that was left was their city, and the order was clear, they’d need to start the purging process.
The city, in the end, was build like a complex nozzle of a rocket. Several of the elevator shafts and other communication tunnels between places were easy places that a propellent would use to run out to the surface, and the ignition was the reactor at the bottom of the metallic funnel.
The two other Musavians, mustered up what seemed to be very complex keys that they wore as a necklace, as the third did the same. They popped open small glass coverings, and inserted the keys into the etches within, twisting. The three then put their thumbs in the fingerprint readers, and eyes on the retinal scans.
Three etches opened within the large control panel, they were three large red buttons, with red arrows pointing counterclockwise. The three nodded, with worn-out faces, as they’d agreed to sacrifice thousands to potentially save thousands. They twisted the buttons, and held them pressed down as the sirens started blaring, and a voice-over counted down from 10…
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gearshift48
The ground shook a little. Cyclone almost couldn’t feel it, likely due to the motion dampners within the bunker, but the ground definetly shook at little, what had happened?
He followed Evinstep in the end, and thus he came into a large room. Evinstep talked to two other Musavians, full-clad in military uniforms, in a language he simply didn’t understand. The room had a few, large monitors, most denotably, the one headlined “A-5” seemed to read static, as some of the Musavians within the room looked at the monitor, dazed and astonished, as if they had had the worst secret of the universe revealed to them.
The ship’s attack was successful, as all of the flying beings fell dead on the spot, and some of the soldiers fell to their knees thanking the crew of the ship.
Then, from somewhere pretty far, a large detonation noise, and what seemed to be a containement door, at least ten meters tall and three wide, flying over at enormous speeds, as it exited the planet entering into space, trailing behind it smoke, and a larger plume of smoke that accompanied it, something big definetly detonated.
Drakador_Chaos
The fleet had FTL’ed in a place where the detonation was obscured, but a place that was monitored nonetheless. Soon, the control room received the transmission, and a message was sent back to the recently-arrived Iridestin trading envoy.
The system of Damadafu is currently under attack, and under quarantine.
It is advised to evacuate the area, and head towards the system of Musavi.
Since you don’t know where it is, a coordinate package will be sent after this message.
And indeed it was, after the message, the ships received coordinates to the Musavi system. The message that was sent, however, was clearly rushed. It seemed that they weren’t kidding.
Teciro, and his small patrol fleet and crew, had examined the ship. It seemed to be deserted, but this definetly wasn’t something normal.
They started ferrying to the main system of Musavi, as this was definetly a special case. So far, no ships had been registered to be stolen or lost, all were kept track of, so this was definetly important official business.
The ship had already stopped transmitting signals, of which seemed to carry no information whatsoever, and the base on the ground remained weirdly silent, but he logged the event nonetheless and headed out, jumping to the system of Musavi, and taking the unpowered ship with him, and his small fleet.
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Soon after Teciro left the system, and another small defense fleet took his place, something weird started to happen.
The whole system of Damadafu started being… weird.
The scanners at first seemed to not be working correctly, then, the frequency of the errors, and the fact that it was all the scanners, made it a proven fact. For some reason, space started to distort, though only in the smallest quantities detectable. Both the trader’s fleet, and the Iridestin were barely caught within the range of the phenomena, but Cyclone’s ship, still on Damadafu’s surface, was caught in its very epicenter.
Communications from the outside were shut, both within Damadafu and the Tectonic forge, and within the Iridestin and the trader’s fleet.
Then, in the opposite end of where the Iridestin fleet was located, warped in the fleet that was meant to be Damadafu’s doom.
it was large, impressively large. There seemed to be two gigantic white ships, at least 500 ships smaller than that, then about 1200 ships smaller then. Sprinkled within the fleet were about 2800 small fighter-esque crafts. Curiously enough, one thing was out of place there. There seemed to be another ship, seeming larger than the two gigantic white ships, though with a completely different design. It shined a violent cyan encompassing rough edges of a generally very geometricized cone-like shape, and deep within that shell, a ship a bit smaller than the gigantic white ship, with the same shape as the cyan cloak, though it was hard to make out what it had.
The whole fleet stood there for a few seconds, and then its engines started to roar, and they headed towards the planet.
