Prelude to the Ages

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- Sector 259 -
The Needle ships drifted in a perfect line.
The Carrier, ten times their size put together and made of a purple Axhz Crystal and Organic mixture, where the others were mainly Crystal and metal-plated and were a gunmetal colour.
The long, jagged ships - Eslaon ships - faced the enemy boldly, energy weapons charged, bio-weapons ready to be deployed.
The Eslaon Arbiter, a charcoal shade in colour, looked at the screens around him.
"I will give you once chance to surrender. Now."

- Founder Race Homeworld, The Creator of Life's home -
The towering crystal-like building, rising almost to the clouds on this floor alone, was incredible. It had once been the hull of a battle cruiser. Thus it was fitting for her pet project.
The Kree'th floated, sleeping, in a pillar of liquid, made possible by a weak stasis field.
She checked it's pulse, brain activity... the usual. The small creature's tentacles curled and uncurled as it slept, it's large eyes closed.
The Creator, a sort of bipedal snail-like creature, as all of her kind were, wore ornate purple-and-gold decorative armour that served no real purpose. It was as light as foil, and wouldn't stop a simple punch. The energy shielding would do that.
She fiddled with her cape-like robe, hanging down her back and over her front, around her shoulders. Clamped on by the useless, sharp-pointed armour.
Now, the Founder race went to war.
With the Kree'th at their sides.

- Sector 259 -
The Kalakan ships were scattered around, but not randomly, the formation suggested they had been positioned to make it harder to hit more then one target at the time. All of the ships were perfectly symmetrical, silver with glowing blue patches. The Steamlined ships were also thin, though a very large ship existed behind the cruisers. It glistened in the light of the nearest sun, again, perfectly symmetrical streamlined, with rows of blue lights dominating the top of its hull.

- Sector 259, Silori Guardial -
The Kalakan listened to the message, the turned to a hologram.
"Kill them all." A heavily distorted voice said.
The General sent commands to all the other ships in the fleet.
"You have been declared an enemy by the Senate of Praetoria. Surrender or prepare to meet your demise."

- Praetoria, Novan Vanel -
The city was completely silver. With one structure in particular dominating it. It was located in the center of the city, a symmertical structure. A helicopter flew to it and landed on a pad. A group of soldiers exited it. Soon after, a robed Kalakan, left the helicopter, it was covered in black scales, its robes red. Its thin, long mouth opened to reveal rows of sharp, shining white teeth. He walked through a door into the structure.

- Sector 259 -
The Arbiter followed his name. The massive Carrier ship moved forwards, the Neddle cruisers fanning out.
The Carrier's bays oepened up. Some sort of dark gray substance, barely visible but very detectabe, poured out.
"Prepare for your destruction." The Eslaoni Arbiter spat.

- Sector 259 -
"How... Barbaric, like the Novantals, afterall, they blew themselves up. Greatest mistake in scientific history, they say. Alwell." The General said, cackling.
The ships fired their blue-beams towards the Needle ships.
"Furthermore, I do not have time to deal with you, since there are far more important matters in sector 23- Oh, nevermind. Still, I'll be transferring this network to Officer Gultan." He informed him suddenly.
The largest ship, the Silori Guardial, suddenly jumped out of the system, A slightly larger ship to the rest appeared to now be commanding the fleet.

- Praetoria, Fortenia -
The reptilian Kalakan marched down a hallway, and opened a door with a code. The room inside had a desk, with a strange, half-robotic monster sitting down. It was refered to as 'monster', by the few who knew of its existence, otherwise known as Talin. The robotic-creature stood up.
"Lord Kalxal, I see you have... graced me with your... presence." It commented dryly. Its one blue eye looking at him, as the other had been destroyed.
"I would simply like to request that-" Kalxal began, before being silenced by the creature.
"For more synthetic forces to be deployed. I read the reports, and I am rather unimpressed, as is N. Furthermore, we have offered you the... improvements you need for your soldiers, over and over again. Its all volunteer, as I told you, If you remember not listening, they are only carried out to soldiers who volunteer for the... Upgrades."
Lord Kalxal thought for a moment. "Fine. I'll agree, I just require mor-"
"Praetorians, Yes. I will redirect two to your forces. Now leave Kalxal." He said, sitting down and taking out a pen to sign numerous pieces of paper.
Lord Kalxal grunted and left.

- Sector 259 -
The Needle ships fired plasma torpedoes at the hostile vessels, while their viral bio-weapon, contrained in clear missiles, sped towards the ships closest to them.
They splattered into the hulls, and the Arbiter hoped they made holes.

- Sector 259 -
The 'bio-weapon' hit the nearest three ships.
The Kalakan did not give you the chance to see the results as seventeen different blue lazers pierced their own ships hulls, the three 'contaminated' ships exploded into blue specks.

- Sector 259 -
The Needles continued to fire.
The Carrier fired more pods.

The Kr'eeth dreamt of odd things about food, induced most likely by hunger from staying in this state for so long.

- Creator's Home -
The Creator' reached into the water cylinder and stroked the Kree'th's snout.

OOC: Aack... my fails will be the death of me...

IC:

The Kr'eeth "smiled" and felt content at the Creator's touch.

- Sector 259 -
The Kalakan ships suddenly fired lazers.
They flew into asteroids, turning them into numerous rocks which hurled towards both factions ships.
The Kalakan then moved into a closely-knit formation.
They all fired blue Lazers towards the Creators ships.

- Creator's Home -
The Creator' climbed up onto the wall to get a better look down at the Kree'th, sticking her hands and feet to the wall behind her.
She looked happy.

- Sector 259 -
The Needle ships fired again.

The Kr'eeth opened his eyes and looked at the creator with love and affection.

- Creator's Home -
She dropped off the wall and returned to him.
"Hello." She said, curious to see his developing sign language.

The Kr'eeth signed, "Hello, how you be?" He realized he failed at proper grammer and grumbled.

- Creator's Home -
Creator' reached into the water and offered to move him to his main tank.
"I be well, small one."

- Praetoria, Fortenia -
The robotic figure turned to a hologram, it had a figure robed in purple on the other end.
N.
"The Kalakan cannot win the battle with their inferior technology at this point." Nalverser, the Robotic Novantal, informed N.
"No matter. Order them to retreat to these coordinates. They lead to a undiscovered wormhole. Their Admiral has outlived his usefulness regardless.
"It shall be done."
N. disappeared and Nalverser sent the coordinates to the fleet.

- Sector 259 -
The weapons hit into the Kalakan ships, two exploded in two large blue flashes.
The rest of the ships engines glew red and then they entered slipspace.

"Yes, main tank is was be fine." He stomped hard as he failed again.

- Sector 259 -
The Arbiter watched. He hissed.

- Creator's home -
The Creator' picked up the young creature and held it close to herself.

The Kree'th nuzzled the Creator, signing, "Love."

- Creator's Home -
The Creator' tapped him with her 'feelers', a hug, basically.
She placed him into the large tank.

The Kree'th tapped back and sighed contentedly.

- Creator's Home -
The Creator' sighed.
"The powered ones want me to prove that you are useful to us."

The Kree'th signed, "What use I do be when only a children? I can do nothing is yet."

- Creator's Home -
"Come with me to the Gallery, and I will show you." Creator' said.