A Plan Beginning

Verax sat in the 'twillit throne', his own name for the captain's chair in the helm aboard his trident-head shaped dreadnought, The 21st Dusk of Flame. As the meaningless scenery changed, blurring by as the ship moved, he sat, looking onward and outwards. For it was his moment to make a name for himself. He had planned, and thought long and hard about what he was to do, and he was ready. He stood from the chair, hands interlocked behind his back and paced back and forth between the chair and the thick glass barrier that blocked all but his sight to the outside world. He laughed a deep, hardy laugh as he said to the thick pane, or perhaps to his translucent reflection, "The Fifth dimension...... not my first choice.... but still, I would say..... inspired....." He suddenly took on a sour face. "HEEEEEEEELLOOOOOOO!!!" He called out. One of the various mercenary grunts hired by Verax walked into the room.
"Yes?" He asked. This soldier was featureless, bland. A generic person, nothing notable or stood out, aside from the fact he was dressed in a bizarre spiked metal black-blue armor.
"Have we spotted..... ANY civilization yet?" Verax barked.
"Uhhh.... no.... we only just arrived he-"
"Too boring." Verax waved him off. "Get to.... where ever it is you preform the menial tasks I have you people do here." The Soldier left as Verax laughed silently to himself. "Hm..... this place is so.... empty. Needs a little...." He back fliped back into his throne, and waved his hand over a holographic console, illuminating a series of red lights as turrets oppened fire, beams, waves, pulses of plasma and energy rained down upon the serene and unmmared landscape. " Flare."

An Invasion had Begun.

YOU MISSPELLED BEGINNING!

.......... Well.... thats embarassing.

Archosii, one of the lower class technicians on the 5th Dimension under Alteriia control,
Relaxed. Sitting back into his desk, he quietly sipped on Kana-Ka juice. (Similar to a mango and a prune morphed together, except without a pit, and slightly less sweet, but more sour.)

Then he looked at his instruments arrayed on his battle desk.

"KREA IDOSCUS NAOMI NAD-KA!" (Roughly, "The Sky is Dark! Sound the Alarm!") He yelled, as the hum of shield systems started gently around him, and the more dangerous "Futhr" of the weapon systems powering up.

All around him, though he could not hear it, the battle systems of the Alteriia Fleets and Planetary defense forces charged into action against the unknown and unidentified alien ship approaching their position.

Nearly impossibly, the alien forces had found a momentary break in the Alteriia line of Rolxan defense, that should have alerted the Alteriia to any alien that came nearby. They had chosen the perfect moment, as the 6th fleet powered away to an unknown location to aid The High Druid Archelaus. With the 17th, 18th, and 19th fleets already on deployment fighting off Flesher skirmishers on distant colonies, the defenses of the 5th Dimension were slightly weakened. Because the troops that replaced the fleets that traveled out were the less experienced fleets, such as the 46th or the 49th, there was always the chance of a number of small mishaps occuring that could be exploted, despite even the Alteriia's best precautions. It would be POSSIBLE, while not thinkable, that a highly trained, highly motivated, calculating adversary could momentarily slip by the net cast by these fleets toward the 5th Dimension.

However, due the the peculiar electromagnetism of the 5th dimension around the northern pole of the 5th dimension's primary planetoid "Crariosk" (Or, "The Place of Living Gold"), there was no way the invader could have anticipated the 3rd Fleet lying in wait for just such an adversary to attack... Even if the ship could break through the orbital platforms guarding the interior...

The 3rd fleet ghosted into positions defending the 5th Dimension as the orbital cannons started laying down targeting fire. (Targeting fire is light rounds spread over a huge area that do little damage, but can locate the existence of any cloaked vessel, no matter how highly advanced.)

Meanwhile, the communications array on Crarisok alerted Vertrus of the intruder, and requested additonal assitence, should it be required.

The net of Alteriia defenses had fallen...

Who is this commander, that would be so brazen as to attack an Alteriia homeworld?

A sudden tremor shook the inside of the 21st Dusk of Flame. Verax stood, a small grin on his face as the ship took targeting fire.
"It seems the Alteriia have decided to play...." He mused, then he jumped in glee. "So long! Its been so long! Well, cloakings down, good enough, but ooooh! Why not make it even MORE fun! SO LONG since a game so perfectly planned was played!"
He strut over to a metal console, lined with small chrome switches and lights, frowned at them, then hapazhardly flipped on and off switches, until all the lights turned from green or red to blue.
"THERE we go... ahem..... this is Dreadlord Verax, broadcasting on an open channel! GREETINGS 5TH DIMENSION! By this point in my introductory speech, you've probably already discovered my location! HAPPY DAY! Well, I'm here to tell you, that Alteriian blood will be spilt before I've left, and that there will be no winners today. No victors, even should my ship collapse, or be vaporized, know there will be no winners. No victory, only death. Here..... let me tell you all something...... its a secret, can you keep it? heheheHAHAHAAH! THIS,"
Slashing a hand in open air, creating a tear in space through the populated area he imagined clawing through, annihilating everything it passed through, buildings, land, air, everything rendered into nothingness.
"THIS.... witness THIS." Verax's voice was steely calm now, "This... is the power you face. Come then, send your ships, you droids, bring me down, and watch your cries of 'victory' morph violently into cries of staggering agony and pain. I dare you. Remember, blood will be spilt, and no one will come out of this victorious, but I.... I will walk away, alive, defeated, but out of reach. Think on this, as I douse the flames of life from many candles, as I blaze countless flames to oblivion. Think, watch, worry. But.... there is nowhere to run. There is nowhere to hide, for the next few hours, your fates are MINE." Closing his open hand into a fist, the spacial rip he had sundered righted itself. He turned off the intercom, and walked slowly over to his throne. Grinning to himself, he knew. This perfectly laid plan would succeed. No one would win...... not him, not anyone else. But.... no harm in..... reveling, right? That was his thoughts as he altered the attack pattern of the Dreadnought, from turrets and lasers, to his favorite, and self-designed weapon, the Zarulian wave cutter (Which is in essence a laser that fires in an expanding cresent shape, and has an EMP-like effect on almost anything it cuts through).
Verax stood, waved his hand over that holographic console, and sent his command throughout the entire ship. "Let the fun.... begin." Ground troops, small strike fleets, 100 feet tall warmechs, began descending upon the surface. He laughed, knowing this was his final act of war with this ship, but not his final act in life.

Immediately, as the sight of the warships,
Alteria's 2nd most important system launched its own defenses.
As the mechs fell, thousands of "Sticky Drones" launched onto their plating and shields, literally covering them in shield sapping metal, while emitting EMP pulses to disable hardware, and deploying small Xyro-crystal drills in order to tear apart the armor.
Even as these drones flew toward their targets, the huge planetary defense cannons locked in their targeting grids, and began hefting huge amounts of Tyranide acid-pulse at the enemy combatants.
As the mechanized defenses kicked in, the Alteriia-operated "Goliaths" pilots took to their cockpits, in stealthy, sleek, powerful 40 meter long hybrid Tank-Helicopters of the modern era; designed for maximum punch with minimum damage.

Meanwhile, in the skies,
The orbiting platforms rocket-ed back into place, erecting a plasma shield between the planet and the enemy vessel, discouraging all possible attacks on the actual system.

Meanwhile, the Alteriia Warships appeared behind their position, and hailed the enemy ship,
Even as they prepared to open fire, or dodge the enemy's mysterious death ray...
The Alteriia sensed a foreboding presence aboard the enemy vessel...

"We demand that you stop, or be destroyed.
Such is the way of honor. My name is Rajk Armanducus, and you will answer my hail or be destroyed. If you choose to parley, then you lives may be spared."

The voice sounded almost bored with the situation, as if enemy vessels floated past the highest securites of the Alteriians every day.

"But as I said," he continued, "Such is the way of honor."

Verax laughed, and answered the hail.
"Hello Rajk Armanducus, I shall make a single request, that if honored, I shall depart without firing a single round more, if denied, well, hmmm... the fun is just beginning. ALL ACTIVE UNITS, CEASE FIRE.... oh wait, you took care of that for me. Thank you oh so very much! Less soldiers to pay and what not. NOW, shall you hear my request? Also, I would suggest not getting any nearer to my lovely ship, I haven't exactly figured out how to deactivate these automatic defenses. So we will have to conduct our... well... parleying, as we communicating at the moment. Will you accept these terms, hear my one request, and then allow me to depart in peace?" He grinned. In truth, Verax had hoped to kill millions, but though insane, he was no fool. No one could withstand the military might of the Alteriians with a single ship, and he decided this would be a far more efficient way of furthering his goals. As well, no matter how this played out, he would have his carnage.

A small hum lit up, a small noise in Verax's ear. He scowled at the noise, but listened to it.
".....Yes. Are you sure this information is accurate?......... Very well." Turning back to the intercom, he announced to Rajk Armanducus, "Unfortunately, are negotiations are going to be cut short, a little bird told me something interesting is going down on Mars, and I... oh most reluctantly, must depart. Well! Nice knowing you. As this is an unexpected leave, I shall refrain from opening fire.... good bye! .................. Oh and by the way.... you may want to clean up this mess when I'm gone." He proceeded to input a string of commands into the ships on-board navigation system. "A fare-well gift! ..... 21st Dusk of Fire, activate command sequence 'SURPRISE!'."
An automated voice responded, "Acknowledged, shifting all power to engines, preparing to teleport you Dreadlord, coordinates?"
Verax simply stated, grimly, "Mars."
The automated female voice replied, "Understood. Have a nice trip!" And at that, Verax abandoned all his men and his ship, as it took a nose dive, traveling at super-light speed, barrelling downwards breaking through any barriers or attempts slow or halt it, and crashed, spraying debris and fire, into the world's surface. The 21st Dusk of Fire, along with its entire crew and all its possesions, were now a burning heap of metal and flame.

Rajk started glumly at his computer screen.
His orders said to never negotiate with terrorists, but he had not been ready for such wanton abuse of life...
There were hundreds of men upon that ship, and he had killed hundreds more Alteriia for apparently no reason, other than that it has amused him. He was unprepared for the death count when it hit his screen.
12,492.
12,492 souls had left the universe right in front of his eyes, in less than 60 seconds.
Who was this... commander... Commander Verax?
And now he was traveling to Mars...

He knew the High Druid would want to be informed of these strange events...
Had he not read a report that Archelaus was traveling to Mars in his Dossier?
Rajk attempted to hail the sixth fleet without success, and then relayed the mssage to the communication drones waiting on the edge of the dimension.

Sighing, Rajk calmly typed several orders into his communications panel, and twisted his vessel back into formation Alpha Gamma 5. Normally, he would be inclinded to help all of those who had died on the planet, which was still aflame in a curious purple fire, but there were ground crews enough on the surface. He had to make sure no one else invaded Alteriia. Such.... was his duty.
Rajk made a mental note to start each day with less Cocani. (Basically, strong Alteriian coffee)

(Cocani... totally makes me think cocaine. Same letters minus the 'e'. xD)

(Totally. Right. 'Cause Alteriians do cocaine. Where else do their mind powers come from?)

Yes naturally. Shrooms too. (The sarcasm dripping from these words is forming a puddle on the floor, I had better stop now.)

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