Topic: They Who Cannot Be Named: The Battle for Origin

[Yuu]

Meanwhile, on Olosis proper...

Sekira stood in front of the clear glass wall which, in its sheer immensity, presented the bustling street and skyscrapers of surrounding Silesa City, Olosis' central metropolis. As agreed upon during the previously held summit between the SU and SPA, the small, and relatively unknown homeworld of the Os would serve as the backdrop for the current meeting of the two organizations. As one of the many inconspicuous members of the Agency, it was only natural for the Os to suspect a meeting or two to be held at their nation's capital. However, to think that such a high-profile moment will be conducted on their soil, was truly a pleasant surprise to everyone who considered worlds such as Tanariadne, Shudariadne, Aguilaria or even the extra-dimensional FLRX as to be more fitting to the large occasion.

Turning around him, the colonel turned general scanned the plethora of peoples which were now standing before him. He was always quite fond of meeting with other cultures, which was probably why he opted joining the military in the first place. Still, to foresee the many trans-cultural functions which he has experienced since that one fateful day on a certain Arcadian anomaly...

"And to think I would be in the helm of it.", he chuckled at the thought, before giving a slight frown as he remembered what transpired during the previous galactic incident. Donning a more solemn, yet still somewhat cheerful face, he slowly approached the others as he, like everyone else, waited for the other participants to arrive from their respective places amongst the sea of stars.

[Gnoll]

The Lone Gazer had arrived at Olosis, and Drukl was ready to start the talks.
//This is the K.B.S. Lone Gazer requesting permission to land on Olosis. Please respond.//

[Galactic-Warrior]

A massive time space anomaly was suddenly detected next to Olosis' single moon. It shifted into the visible spectrum of most races, what they saw was a massive swirling vortex. The hundreds of ships that makes up Task Force Alpha appeared out of it, and when the last destroyer accelerated out, the wormhole disappeared.

Ten standard minutes later, two shuttles along with four escort fighters appeared out of two of the largest ships and flew toward toward Olosis.

"This is the transport shuttles carrying Fleet Commander Kem representing the Hell-An Empire and Admiral Turov representing the Stellar Republic to Olosis Flight Control, requesting landing coordinates. Over." A computerized voice said over the subspace comm channel.

[Yuu]

//K.B.S. Lone Gazer, this is Tower One.

Permission granted.

Proceed to coordinates...//

The operator carried on while another officer catered to the shuttles from Task Force Alpha.


Back on the meeting hall, Sekira, along with some of the other representatives, looked out the window once again, seeing the whirl of distorted space just above the planet's lone moon.

"Everyone's almost here, I see...", said Professor Salisarius from behind the orealyianis. Walking towards him, the Choro stood beside the officer while soliciting a drink from one of the nearby waiters. "Looks like this is going to be a lively one, eh general?"

"Seems so, professor.", the orealyianis turned to face him. "Seems so."

[Kitkat]

//This is the Head of the Valtarendai Institutes of Mathematics, contacting for the Ni'Callss Technology Union.// Sails a transmission to the control center on Olosis. //It has come to our attention that there is a summit occuring on Olosis at this time. While we have limited oportunity at the moment for our Heads of Office to appear in person, we may be sending a few representatives to observe the conference. For those whocare engaged in other activities, but would otherwise very much desire to come, would you be so kind as to open a video and audio feed to and from the line? Thank you for your time, and good bye.//

[GroxGlitch]

Several Photos ships dropped out of warp in orbit of Olosis, and proceeded to land on the planet. Val'ones made his way to the conference hall and took the seat with PHOTOS labeled on it, waiting. Not even the Orealyanis were here yet.
"Must be on the formalities..." Val'ones said to himself.

[Galactic-Warrior]

Commander Kem and Admiral Turov entered the hall, taking the seats labeled HELL-AN and GALDEEN respectfully.

[Gnoll]

It was then that S.C.O.T.A.O.K. Drukl entered the hall. His stature, being 15 feet long, but no more than three feet tall, made finding his seat a challenge. He finally found the seat marked, "PENTEKONTERUS" and sat down.

[Yuu]

//Valtarendai Institutes of Mathematics, this is Silesa City.// came an answer from one of the city's communications officers while a bright flash of light enveloped the window just beside his station, revealing an Atomna flying over the city as the giant sphere made its way to the coming summit's venue. The operator was stunned for a moment after seeing such a colossal being floating right beside the comms tower. Snapping back to work, it carried on with its recently interrupted reply.

//Thank you for informing us of your representatives' arrival. We will relay the data to the organizers and request a live stream to be patched onto the Institute's line. Again, thank you for your time. Over and out...//


Back at the hall, everyone was starting to fall in to their respective seats.

Just behind the plethora of representatives which physically attended the summit, a vast array of sensors and holographic projections consumed what seemed to be an entire section of the relatively massive hall. The extremely vivid images which sprang from the devices accurately depicted the form of officials and representatives from all across the sector, and beyond.

One of those projections was that of the Atomna from before, who was simply unable to attend the summit in person due to the sheer size of its massive spherical frame.

General Sekira of the Orealyianis Monarchy, along with Professor Salisarius of the Choro Deidalus Technocracy and Sir Zaelious of the Luzonian Knighthood, synchronously sat down on their respectively labeled line of consecutive seats, waiting for the officiator to officially start the summit.

[GroxGlitch]

"What's the status of our little followers, Captain?" Val'ones said, his words getting transmitted through the comm link.
"They're still tailing us, sir. Sitting on the outskirts of the system, Mark 218.6 from our position in orbit."
"Again, keep an eye on them. Should they begin acting in a hostile or suspicious manner, you have clearance to open fire." Val'ones said, cutting the link. He shifted in his seat. He sat for a moment, than unsealed his helmet, removing it. He opened the compartment on the bottom of the chair and slid the helmet in, shutting it with his foot. He reached into the pack he had brought and removed a portable comms earset, just for safety's sake. He slid it onto his ear, turning it on.

After a few minutes, the rest of the delagates arrived, and a GPA-employed Photos official came.
"Alright, the talks are clear to begin on the subject of the potentially pending Nameless Empire invasion. May a positive ending be reached." She said, leaving the room as abruptly as she came.

[Lush City]

"Thank you anouncer" spoke the small silver toad-like hobbit that was the Chairman of Os. "I belive it is time for the issue at hand." "Greetings, greetings members of the various races of the galaxy! Ever since the great Wolf-Father sated himself upon the warm bosom of the universe and spawned the galaxy, the ravages of War have marked us all." He paused, adding a bit of religion in the opener always worked on large crowds. "From the records gleamed from the SPA Archives, we have witnessed what horrors a sparse milineum can bring, a thousand years of blood." As he spoke a slideshow detailing the most gruseum battles of various galactic wars apeared, changing to a new image at each juncture in the speach. "Tangled alliances bringing entire arms to conflict, mad machines waging assualts, marruading mostera gutting innocents, a virus corrupting the eldest of races, an unprovoked invasion spiraling into the crippling of a once great nation, a political philosphy heralded by a madman sweeping entire races like a plauge, interdimensional demi-gods creating near-apocolypses, geentic barbarians enslaving innocents and what may have been the horror of life itself." He said the last one with an air of utmost solemnity. "Our scientists have postulated that all of the casualties of the past thousand years could create an entire planet of corpses, complete with massive oceans of blood." The image shown puntuacted this. "Truly, war is a spectre of utmost hate." And Truly!" He spoke with a booming voice, "It hangs upun us like a guilotine of pure evil." Finally the main object fo malaise apeared on the slideshow. "The Nameless Empire!" The gasps of the visiers of several minor races was audible. "First alerted to the common galaxy some years ago with the reemergence of the now Imperial Wexxians these are beings of near omnipotent power scene only twice before in this realm." "The only way to ensure that they are not the ones to consume us like so many others we must FORGE!" With an almost religous fervor usually reserved to over zealosu ministers, the chairman began a speil to his multi-special ministry of martial matters. " We must come here and create a unilateral military defense treaty so that this! "He gestured to a much larger holo image, now showing the destruction of a planet, the recorded largest yield death act known to the galaxy. "Does not happen again." He shed a single tear, drank an entire glass of methane in a single gulp, and sat down. "Thank you." The applause was defening.

[Galactic-Warrior]

"He is right," Commander Kem said, standing up. "If we don't come together as allies, 'They' will slaughter us all one by one." He sat down.

[GroxGlitch]

Val'ones sighed. It was about time to reveal his trumph card.
"Guards, leave the room. I want all non-necessary vid feeds turned off, and the necessary ones routed to a high security channel." He said. The guards did as they were told.
"You'll see why I did that in a second." He said, reaching into his pack. He fumbled about in it for a second, then found what he was looking for: a flash drive. He leaned back up, sliding it into the proper slot on the table's input. A small panel slid back to reveal a monitor and keyboard. He ran the contents of the flash drive. The holographic display in the middle of the table kicked on, whirring while it warmed up. Within a couple seconds, a perfect holographic 3D blueprint was up. The contents were mind bendingly titanic. More than one person gasped, or made variations thereof.
"My fellow GPA representatives...meet Project Endgame. Mind you, all of this is top secret. It does not leave this room. Project Endgame is our work on what is perhaps the biggest ship ever built. This thing packs an unimaginable amount of firepower. And it's due to be complete, to my utter excitement, within the hour. If these "Them"-or any other cocky upstarts- feel like waging war on us, let them come. Let them come." Val'ones said, leaning back in his chair.
"I show you this as but a reminder of what can be done. This has been a project that we Photos have done on our own, in total secret. Not even GPA Command knows about it. If my race can do this on our own, imagine what we can accomplish together!" Val'ones said, hinting back at that old Talsenreave Station project.

[Lush City]

"By Al-Akhair! It would take at least seventy  SARAF-Classes to take down that thing!" Gasped the Nymedian diplomat. "Surely it is to be handed over to common militray authority. A weapon of this power should not be in the hands of one race."

[GroxGlitch]

"No disrespect intended, but this was made with our time, our money, our resources. It would be wrong if we spent all that building the ship, just to hand it over, would it not?"