Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 19:29:40 GMT
It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.
Francois Rabelais~
==o(O)o==
As the Flux ships mad their silent jumps from the now equally silent systems of Lorenchan and Dalkani The vessels of the capital fleets no doubt going to their inevitable doom as they fell through the atmospheres of the planets they had just until recently been bombarding en mass. They could not have helped to have been oblivious to the movements of the Vessels of the Temporials as they Entered the speed of the jump in their wake. Their ships hidden from the scans and readouts of their Targeted Vessels by their state of Semi-submersion into the streams of time themselves.
A method that was, while being of a much grander scale and format, an essential Mirror to the technique that Being that their targets had come to identify as The Chaw Haust had used to make it to the inner chambers of the prime admiral Dorin herself without raising alarm of his presence, And indeed.
Although she had made immediate and Extensive efforts to rectify the situation by learning more of the Alien procedure of Temporal Suffusion was achieved. The Temporal Tech behind it was still Vastly unknown.
As such, it was Almost on a level that could have been identified as easy for the Temporian War Spires hiding in the system to follow the Flux ships Relatively undetected even by their Advanced Tracking systems as they made their way to join the rest of the Assembling fleet.
They had been tailing the movements of the Flux Vessels for some time, observing their use of wormhole Weaponry as they deployed it upon the vessels of the race known as the capitol as they attempted to ravage the system.
But as they finished their work and prepped to move out following a Transmission from the higher levels of the Flux’s Command, they had received a command of their own from their own Admiral, Stolic, immediately following the commands issued by the Admiral Dorin towards her forces to intercept The tenebrean supply lines.
“Verdict Reached.” It had said. “Execute their sentence and Deliver their form of Punishment to them without Delay.”
Without Objection or Wasted time, the captains of the War spires jumped out of the system with a silent Rippling of the stars, hot on the wake of the traveling Ascendency ships.
Across the systems of the Immortal empires fringes, other Divisions of War spires followed in suite.
==o(O)o==
As the Flux vessels Jumped out of the system, their routes set to bring them to the larger is not still vastly Scattered Bulk of their fleet to join the Full offensive. Their crews and Shipmaster's Went about the Business of Prepping their ships combativeness. Priming as well as Performing checks to their primary weapons systems and Ullers Boxes mounted on their hulls. Now closed.
An unnecessary movement in all actuality, considering that the capitol fleet had not even glimpsed them, Let alone manage to engage their ships. But protocol was still protocol, and Dresson. An aged but perpetually young and knowledged member of the Heraldic and the ascendency had always prided himself Secretly on his strict Honoring of protocols.
As the weapons systems had their overviews, the more relied on functions on the bridge of the Than-yah class vessel Received their own system checks, And it was the careful oversight of these systems that brought the eyes of one of the Heraldic temporal intelligence overseers manning the consol to the odd streams of information Registering on her Readouts.
“Shipmaster!” she reported from her station without looking up. Drawing Dressons Attention. “There are multiple confirmed Signatures of heavy concentrations of temporal radiation coming inbound”
“They could be nothing more then Stray Tachyons Clusters skimming the edge of our jump, bring up the predictions of their paths, find out if they’ll be Problems.” The Shipmaster commanded, composing a level of calmness in his domineer that betrayed the flare of Surprise that came up in him.
“Right away “ Came her response.
“Shipmaster, the anomalies are jumping from one timeline to another, and they’re doing it faster then I can keep up, with intense precision.” She brought the Readouts to a more focused Readout of one of the Anomalies. “Whatever sources these Trails are being Generated by, they’re under Directional control from something. They’re paths aren’t random, they’re being directed…”
“…They’re weapons then.” Dresson said with a tone of Expectancy in his voice, Fro while he was not one to follow the example of lesser Shipmasters by breaking the timeless rules of his race, it was hardly a Secret to him that he Longed for a chance to strike against the Demons against which they were fighting their current war. And now, he gave indirect voice to those desires. “The Tenebreans have finally discovered us. They’re attempting to make a strike against us.” He said, masking his “Prep arms… Take the demons out.”
“Sir one of them has broken off from the group, it’s converging on the Chaw'Sah'Vo man of war…” the overseer said, not raising her head.
But the Chaw'Sah'Vo needed no warning, for in the amount of time between the Trail breaking off from the rest of the group that tailed the small fleet and the crew of “” noticing its intended path, the crew of the warship had become aware of it themselves, and they had not opted to remain undefended against the unknown enemy, And had quickly rallied their systems in response to the new apparently alien presence as it bore down on them from a Sidelong path towards its flank.
Prepping its Wormhole Weaponry to converge on the same point of the trails projected path, both temporally and estimated. The two points coming in to near perfect unison…
Before the Trail of temporal radiation simply fell out of their readouts from where it was, its timeline skewing in a way that confused the flux following its path as the wormhole released tore off into Eternity.
Whatever powers that guided the odd trail shifting its timeline to one where it had not approached the vessel from its broadside in a movement to flank it, but rather one where it Had charged the vessel from behind, the Trail Reappearing between the ships Engine wings.
The Spearhead of temporal radiation dissipating with a burst of shimmering particles against its hull as it connected with the rear of the vessel, the source of the trail of Temporal radiation passing through the metal lining and into the Core of the ship. The source of the radiation flickering out and fading from their readouts.
For an instant, nothing happened, and Dresson and his crew secretly breathed short sighs of relief, something that among them admittedly was a first for many. As for many of them, they had never faced something that they could not predict the outcome of.
For perhaps the Anomalies that were trailing them, were nothing but that which they had assumed them to be at first. Simple and largely harmless Deviations in the timelines…
Then the Temporian ship Emerged from the Time streams in a furious display, and they watched the Chaw'Sah'Vo Class die as it was Torn open from the inside by the Strange Bronze metal spear like bulk of the Temporal Ship as it entered Their Time-space within the larger ships hull. Breaking free of its confines and pulling ahead of the Group.
All Around them, more of the Temporian War Spires that had trailed them Emerged into the Jump zone among the flux ships as their systems did the same. Surrounding them from multiple sides.
==o(O)o==
Shar Vasser, one of the commanders of the Dux-Centurial Force of the Temporials, rested in his command throne with a Tenseness that could have been indentified as uncertainty, For the Temporails, as Well of a combat force as they were. Had admittedly never truly entered combat with another temporal power.
Not sense the assault of the planet known as earth countless centuries ago had they been assembled in the numbers they had deployed to the odd Galaxy of ancerious. And now, after a short amount of time hiding themselves from their Target adversaries of the flux, and spreading themselves as best as they could manage with their limited numbers across the disk of the galaxy, had they been called to mobilize against them.
In truth though, Vasser was not one to feel much in the way of the Flux, for, while they had helped the cause in the battle of Neo-leng Millennia before. In a movement they had called “the Great confrontation. “ He had found them far too xenophobic and paranoid for his liking, and his thoughts on the future of their race had never shone very brightly.
What he had expected to happen was what was essentially happening now, their paranoia had grown to such a point following their Prophecy’s fulfillment, “And apparent failure” if their reaction to the battles end, and the commodores departure was any factor. That they would inevitably use their Powerful gifts of temporal manipulation in aggressive Movements against other sentient races, robbing them of futures that were not there’s to meddle with.
As he watched the first of his vessels converge on the large man of war in the center of the flux fleet, he couldn’t help but make the note that they would have attacked the Tenebrean people. Accusing them of possessing temporal abilities, something that aside from stasis fields, they truly did not posses. Mistaking their Technology and the occasional Convergence of paths that them and the Ancient Tenebrean Empire had as being one and the same.
He knew that to be untrue in many senses. The Temporians, While having held open lines of contact with the Tenebrean people in eons past. Even going so far as to construct a monastery city on the continent they had held on the Planet. They had never truly been allies to them. Nor did they leave their Tech behind when their race “Save for a few odd examples” had departed following the wars end. Stripping the designs and Aura types from the memories of most who had come into contact with them so as not to tempt them to try to challenge fate. Leaving behind only ruins and Whispered memories in their wake.
But apparently, that had been more then enough, and the flux had descended upon them and thier way of life with their accusations regardless. Determined to wipe the Younger race out for the abilities of his peoples Technology.
For that, they had called down the Center Councils judgment upon their heads. As well as upon the heads of their allies. Whom they would be forced to deal with in due time…
As he watched, the man of war was split in a monstrous Display as the war spire tore through it as it “Surfaced” back into the flow of Real-time. Pulling ahead of the flux formation.
With a sigh, he stood. Opening a link to the flux ships and their Heraldic Suit frequencies. Preparing to address them before the rest of his Force would Surface with it.
With a pause, He Stood where he was, looking at the Temporials clad in their brass colored segmented armor and Dark coats, regarding them where they stood by their posts with a Gaze that could have been Resignated. Before opening the link and beginning speaking. Addressing the Flux Commanders and their Crew onboard their Craft.
“Crewmembers of The Flux Acendency. We, Represent the Forces of the Temporian Aucitorial Powers.” he spoke to them.
“Your Species has been found “Guilty” of Abusing Temporal powers for aggressive Self Serving purposes. With multiple counts of aggressive advancements on multiple other empires and races.”
“in light of these actions, Your race has been deemed unfit to Weild Temporal powers wisely, and under order of the Temporain Elder councils shall be removed from power without delay.”
With those words, their long war with the Flux Was kindled.
==o(O)o==
Somewhere distant, a god of chaos Smiles in his state of sleep...
Francois Rabelais~
==o(O)o==
As the Flux ships mad their silent jumps from the now equally silent systems of Lorenchan and Dalkani The vessels of the capital fleets no doubt going to their inevitable doom as they fell through the atmospheres of the planets they had just until recently been bombarding en mass. They could not have helped to have been oblivious to the movements of the Vessels of the Temporials as they Entered the speed of the jump in their wake. Their ships hidden from the scans and readouts of their Targeted Vessels by their state of Semi-submersion into the streams of time themselves.
A method that was, while being of a much grander scale and format, an essential Mirror to the technique that Being that their targets had come to identify as The Chaw Haust had used to make it to the inner chambers of the prime admiral Dorin herself without raising alarm of his presence, And indeed.
Although she had made immediate and Extensive efforts to rectify the situation by learning more of the Alien procedure of Temporal Suffusion was achieved. The Temporal Tech behind it was still Vastly unknown.
As such, it was Almost on a level that could have been identified as easy for the Temporian War Spires hiding in the system to follow the Flux ships Relatively undetected even by their Advanced Tracking systems as they made their way to join the rest of the Assembling fleet.
They had been tailing the movements of the Flux Vessels for some time, observing their use of wormhole Weaponry as they deployed it upon the vessels of the race known as the capitol as they attempted to ravage the system.
But as they finished their work and prepped to move out following a Transmission from the higher levels of the Flux’s Command, they had received a command of their own from their own Admiral, Stolic, immediately following the commands issued by the Admiral Dorin towards her forces to intercept The tenebrean supply lines.
“Verdict Reached.” It had said. “Execute their sentence and Deliver their form of Punishment to them without Delay.”
Without Objection or Wasted time, the captains of the War spires jumped out of the system with a silent Rippling of the stars, hot on the wake of the traveling Ascendency ships.
Across the systems of the Immortal empires fringes, other Divisions of War spires followed in suite.
==o(O)o==
As the Flux vessels Jumped out of the system, their routes set to bring them to the larger is not still vastly Scattered Bulk of their fleet to join the Full offensive. Their crews and Shipmaster's Went about the Business of Prepping their ships combativeness. Priming as well as Performing checks to their primary weapons systems and Ullers Boxes mounted on their hulls. Now closed.
An unnecessary movement in all actuality, considering that the capitol fleet had not even glimpsed them, Let alone manage to engage their ships. But protocol was still protocol, and Dresson. An aged but perpetually young and knowledged member of the Heraldic and the ascendency had always prided himself Secretly on his strict Honoring of protocols.
As the weapons systems had their overviews, the more relied on functions on the bridge of the Than-yah class vessel Received their own system checks, And it was the careful oversight of these systems that brought the eyes of one of the Heraldic temporal intelligence overseers manning the consol to the odd streams of information Registering on her Readouts.
“Shipmaster!” she reported from her station without looking up. Drawing Dressons Attention. “There are multiple confirmed Signatures of heavy concentrations of temporal radiation coming inbound”
“They could be nothing more then Stray Tachyons Clusters skimming the edge of our jump, bring up the predictions of their paths, find out if they’ll be Problems.” The Shipmaster commanded, composing a level of calmness in his domineer that betrayed the flare of Surprise that came up in him.
“Right away “ Came her response.
“Shipmaster, the anomalies are jumping from one timeline to another, and they’re doing it faster then I can keep up, with intense precision.” She brought the Readouts to a more focused Readout of one of the Anomalies. “Whatever sources these Trails are being Generated by, they’re under Directional control from something. They’re paths aren’t random, they’re being directed…”
“…They’re weapons then.” Dresson said with a tone of Expectancy in his voice, Fro while he was not one to follow the example of lesser Shipmasters by breaking the timeless rules of his race, it was hardly a Secret to him that he Longed for a chance to strike against the Demons against which they were fighting their current war. And now, he gave indirect voice to those desires. “The Tenebreans have finally discovered us. They’re attempting to make a strike against us.” He said, masking his “Prep arms… Take the demons out.”
“Sir one of them has broken off from the group, it’s converging on the Chaw'Sah'Vo man of war…” the overseer said, not raising her head.
But the Chaw'Sah'Vo needed no warning, for in the amount of time between the Trail breaking off from the rest of the group that tailed the small fleet and the crew of “” noticing its intended path, the crew of the warship had become aware of it themselves, and they had not opted to remain undefended against the unknown enemy, And had quickly rallied their systems in response to the new apparently alien presence as it bore down on them from a Sidelong path towards its flank.
Prepping its Wormhole Weaponry to converge on the same point of the trails projected path, both temporally and estimated. The two points coming in to near perfect unison…
Before the Trail of temporal radiation simply fell out of their readouts from where it was, its timeline skewing in a way that confused the flux following its path as the wormhole released tore off into Eternity.
Whatever powers that guided the odd trail shifting its timeline to one where it had not approached the vessel from its broadside in a movement to flank it, but rather one where it Had charged the vessel from behind, the Trail Reappearing between the ships Engine wings.
The Spearhead of temporal radiation dissipating with a burst of shimmering particles against its hull as it connected with the rear of the vessel, the source of the trail of Temporal radiation passing through the metal lining and into the Core of the ship. The source of the radiation flickering out and fading from their readouts.
For an instant, nothing happened, and Dresson and his crew secretly breathed short sighs of relief, something that among them admittedly was a first for many. As for many of them, they had never faced something that they could not predict the outcome of.
For perhaps the Anomalies that were trailing them, were nothing but that which they had assumed them to be at first. Simple and largely harmless Deviations in the timelines…
Then the Temporian ship Emerged from the Time streams in a furious display, and they watched the Chaw'Sah'Vo Class die as it was Torn open from the inside by the Strange Bronze metal spear like bulk of the Temporal Ship as it entered Their Time-space within the larger ships hull. Breaking free of its confines and pulling ahead of the Group.
All Around them, more of the Temporian War Spires that had trailed them Emerged into the Jump zone among the flux ships as their systems did the same. Surrounding them from multiple sides.
==o(O)o==
Shar Vasser, one of the commanders of the Dux-Centurial Force of the Temporials, rested in his command throne with a Tenseness that could have been indentified as uncertainty, For the Temporails, as Well of a combat force as they were. Had admittedly never truly entered combat with another temporal power.
Not sense the assault of the planet known as earth countless centuries ago had they been assembled in the numbers they had deployed to the odd Galaxy of ancerious. And now, after a short amount of time hiding themselves from their Target adversaries of the flux, and spreading themselves as best as they could manage with their limited numbers across the disk of the galaxy, had they been called to mobilize against them.
In truth though, Vasser was not one to feel much in the way of the Flux, for, while they had helped the cause in the battle of Neo-leng Millennia before. In a movement they had called “the Great confrontation. “ He had found them far too xenophobic and paranoid for his liking, and his thoughts on the future of their race had never shone very brightly.
What he had expected to happen was what was essentially happening now, their paranoia had grown to such a point following their Prophecy’s fulfillment, “And apparent failure” if their reaction to the battles end, and the commodores departure was any factor. That they would inevitably use their Powerful gifts of temporal manipulation in aggressive Movements against other sentient races, robbing them of futures that were not there’s to meddle with.
As he watched the first of his vessels converge on the large man of war in the center of the flux fleet, he couldn’t help but make the note that they would have attacked the Tenebrean people. Accusing them of possessing temporal abilities, something that aside from stasis fields, they truly did not posses. Mistaking their Technology and the occasional Convergence of paths that them and the Ancient Tenebrean Empire had as being one and the same.
He knew that to be untrue in many senses. The Temporians, While having held open lines of contact with the Tenebrean people in eons past. Even going so far as to construct a monastery city on the continent they had held on the Planet. They had never truly been allies to them. Nor did they leave their Tech behind when their race “Save for a few odd examples” had departed following the wars end. Stripping the designs and Aura types from the memories of most who had come into contact with them so as not to tempt them to try to challenge fate. Leaving behind only ruins and Whispered memories in their wake.
But apparently, that had been more then enough, and the flux had descended upon them and thier way of life with their accusations regardless. Determined to wipe the Younger race out for the abilities of his peoples Technology.
For that, they had called down the Center Councils judgment upon their heads. As well as upon the heads of their allies. Whom they would be forced to deal with in due time…
As he watched, the man of war was split in a monstrous Display as the war spire tore through it as it “Surfaced” back into the flow of Real-time. Pulling ahead of the flux formation.
With a sigh, he stood. Opening a link to the flux ships and their Heraldic Suit frequencies. Preparing to address them before the rest of his Force would Surface with it.
With a pause, He Stood where he was, looking at the Temporials clad in their brass colored segmented armor and Dark coats, regarding them where they stood by their posts with a Gaze that could have been Resignated. Before opening the link and beginning speaking. Addressing the Flux Commanders and their Crew onboard their Craft.
“Crewmembers of The Flux Acendency. We, Represent the Forces of the Temporian Aucitorial Powers.” he spoke to them.
“Your Species has been found “Guilty” of Abusing Temporal powers for aggressive Self Serving purposes. With multiple counts of aggressive advancements on multiple other empires and races.”
“in light of these actions, Your race has been deemed unfit to Weild Temporal powers wisely, and under order of the Temporain Elder councils shall be removed from power without delay.”
With those words, their long war with the Flux Was kindled.
==o(O)o==
Somewhere distant, a god of chaos Smiles in his state of sleep...