The Omega Protocol

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The machines trooped inside the silent ship, walking down a darkened corridor. The bulkheads were smooth and silvery, reflecting the glowing lights of the machines eyes. The ship was near silent, disturbed only by the soft echoes of metal footfalls as the machines marched across the reflective decks.

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The ship is running on emergency power, thought the alien. We must find the crew, see if they have survived this long. Even on emergency power the stasis chambers should be functioning. Your species technology level is significantly above anything on this planet. There must be significant data we can recover. No. We cannot risk anyone else recovering this ship or anything from this. It is far too dangerous to let our technology out. If your machines were outfitted with our weapons it wouldn’t take long before it was noticed. And if others gained this power… Imagine the Pax with it… They would be impossible to defeat. No it is far too dangerous. We must destroy it all. We shall set the ships drive to implode it will vaporise the ship entirely and leave nothing behind. Your argument is logical. We shall not need the data, not as long as my brethren are alive…

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The machines moved further through the ship, half of the machines branched off, following the guidance of the alien to the drive decks. The other half, including machines with medical supplies, headed for the crew decks and the stasis chambers…

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OOC: RL is being rough since april… But i´ll try to RP again here and there.

Occupation field HQ

Two high-ranking officers oversee a copious amount of data on a notebook and comment on the next phase of the operation
“We´re screwed…” says the younger man
“Manner your tongue, as leaders we have a standart to set.” replies the middle-aged one
“Fine… Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Conceeded, colonel.”
“We´re screwed…”
“Damn it, Ralf. Quit the doomsaying. We have enough weaponry to level the place. If there is someone screwed around here is the first who try messing with us.”
“The problem is, General, sir, we won´t solve this problem with guns… Not this time. This people aren´t resisting, they were abandoned by the machines. They don´t need us to free them. They got that for free. They need humanitary aid! And we don´t have the supplies for that…”
The General sit down and asks worriedly
“How long until we run out of supplies?”
“A week at best, if we keep sharing it with the locals. But if we don´t, then we´ll have to use all those spare ammo we brought.”
“I guess we´re screw… I mean, this is ridiculous. For the first time in my life i think i´d change my rifle for a loaf of bread if i could…”
“Weird, isn´t it? Nevertheless i already request humanitary supplies from back home. It´ll arrive in 2 weeks.”
“2 weeks… We´ll have to make it! Colonel, adress the troops. Everyone, from me to our lowliest private we´ll be on half rations. The same goes for the civilians, of course. And i have a special task for you. Assemble every man with hunting, foraging or scavenging skills to a supply gathering task force. And include any civilian with those skills on the teams.”
“The civilians, sir? Not to mention that officers in half-ration is…”
“Desperate, yes. But it might work. Now do it. You´re dismissed.”
“Yes, sir.”

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1 week later

Phoenix City (formely Drakkengard occupation field base)

Surrounding a large but semi-permanent military base, several new buildings are being built, giving the place that look you expect from a frontier town, at least close to the base, as farther from it, the enviroment changes to a tent-based shanty town…
The people look tired and mal-nourished, but hopefull, as they´re recovering a measure of their former lives and have the promise of relief in a few day. Still refugees flock to a place that is already strained…

On the HQ the two men talk again

“We´re s…”
“Quit it, Ralf. I´m starting to believe you like saying that.”
“A little… Sir.” he answers with a smirk

The General smiles too and asks:
“How much time we have?”
“A day or two. The foraging is working well. We´d make it all right if weren´t…”
“For the refugees coming from the entire country. I know. Can´t blame them. We´re the only place around we´re cilivization still exists.”
“Only when we´re watching… The tent area keeps itself civilized only when we patrol.”
“That will change when the aid comes. We´ll re-build this place, and i don´t mean only this city.”
“But how we will last until the ships arrive?”
“I have an idea…”

On the hangar

“We´ll use a bomber to carry food?” asks Ralf in disbelief
“Not we, you.”
“A what?”
“You have pilot wings, right Colonel?”
“Yes sir, but…”
“No buts, use your rank. By the time someone higher than me complains about our irregular claim of army supplies, the ships we´ll be here and then i´ll take full responsability.”
“Sir…”
“Go kid, i expect you here tomorrow with the first batch of emergencial supplies.”
“Yes sir”

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The machines tramped through the interior of the alien spaceship, their blocky, functional form a stark contrast to the smooth, organic-like ship. The contingent of machines reached the drive core of the ship. The control panel flowed around one side of the chamber; glowing readouts and displays interspersed with a wide array of controls and buttons. The alien guided one of the machines to the middle of the control panel and began to manipulate the systems. I have overridden the automatic safeties on the power core, it will go critical in ten minutes. There will be nothing left behind.

The second group of machines reached the upper decks. Twelve glowing blue tubes were equally spaced around a large, otherwise empty, chamber. These are my brethren. They still live! The machines accessed the alien controls again. One by one, the blue glow disappeared from the tubes, revealing the humanoid body within. The liquid filling the tanks was then flushed out, allowing the glass tubes to hiss open. Twelve wet and cold aliens stumbled out of the tanks and into the chamber. ++I AM AFRAID THE USUAL WELCOME IS NOT AVAILABLE MY BRETHREN.++ One of the aliens looked up sharply at the machine that had spoken in Koldoean. “Tell me why I shouldn’t gut you instantly cattle!”

++I AM NOT CATTLE. THIS MACHINE SPEAKS FOR YOUR EMPEROR.++

“Machine…? How can you be…?

++I AM DRAZH ERESTOR BURZUM-ISHI IDRIL GURUM ASDRUBAEL ERESHKIGAL MAEDHROS, EMPEROR OF THE KOLDO, LORD OF RUIN, DESPOILER OF THE ELDERS, MURDERER OF A THOUSAND WORLDS, DESTROYER OF CIVILISATIONS AND EATER OF SOULS.++

++AND DESPITE THE PASSAGE OF YEARS I STILL RECOGNISE YOU, GENERAL OF MY ARMIES AND MY SECOND BORN SON.++

“My lord,” The Koldo said, bowing before the machine, “There is no doubt in my mind. But what has happened, how long have we slept? What news of Koldo? And what are these machines?”

++THERE IS NO TIME MY SON. THERE IS MUCH TO EXPLAIN AND MUCH TO BE AVENGED. FOR NOW YOU MUST FOLLOW THESE MACHINES WHO WILL RETURN YOU TO ME.++

The other Koldo had watched in silence at the exchange between the machine and their brethren. They looked distrustfully at the silent machines that stood in the chamber but did not protest when the Emperors son led them from the chamber. They embarked quickly into the waiting transports and within minutes had left the mountain and the buried ship far behind.

10 minutes after the alien had overridden the controls the engines exploded. The entirety of the ship was vaporised almost instantly, causing the mountain to collapse in upon itself. By the time the dust had settled the mountain was a good hundred metres shorter than it had been before…

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As swiftly and as silently as they had arrived the machines departed the former territory of the Aquinas Network. They ignored the Drakkengard military and the civilian population as they wound their way down from the mountain chain and to the sea.

Despite the ground tremor that preceded the machines, and the vast cloud of dust that loomed over the mountains, nothing attempted to stop them and they offered no information to those they passed.

Within hours the ships of the Aquinas Network were loaded and headed back to the Omega facility at full speed…

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Another week passes

As they see the machines leave the land, both man talk

“Is it right just let them go? See what they´ve done with this people. We should go after them. Is not like we don´t have ammo to spare.” says the younger man
“Forgot our motto, kid?” replies the older one
“No pay, no lead” says both in unison
“Still…”
“No stills, buts, or whatever. We accomplished our mission. The land is ours, Pax will be glad, and we hadn´t to fire a shell. Full profit. Just like Listonia.”
“Listonia is going down the drain actually…”
“But here won´t. We´ll do better then. Forget the machines. We have a population to care. Talking about that, how our gamble went.”
“Great actually. I have a few friend in the logistics, so the operation is running smooth. But if the brass looks the paperwork, we´re doomed…”
“No son. I´m doomed. And i don´t mind at all. I´m old. And i don´t mind taking a bullet to make what´s right. At least they won´t starve now.”

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OOC: Celebrating my no1 rank, i decided to start writing about my country space colonization program (even though it was the NS2, that gave me this idea, is now defunct).

Two months later

While much of the land still ruined by the giant explosion and the abandon by the machine people that once cared for it, the scenario is very different around Phoenix city, the first settlement in what is now called Northern Drakkengard. There, the outlook is of a fortress city in the making, and even if surrounded by wasteland, cheers echoes in the place, as the greatest achievement in Drakkengard history is about to happen.

In the city outskirts a absurd amount of military forces surround a giant man-made circle, connected to various machines, and adorned with gems and runes.

Close to it, a team of scientist(a few wearing the occult branch patch instead of the R&D one) prepare a small drone to launch

Standing in the hand of the largest mecha, the president of Drakkengard order the countdown:

“10…9…8…”

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The state sponsored tv channel DNN with a special announcement:

"…Now with tonight main news, straight from northern Drakkengard:

In the middle of a wasteland, it is saw first a city full of people celebrating, then a portal surrounded by military, equally overjoyed, all under the eyes of their leader, standing on the hand the tallest AC.

A excited reporter announces:

“It works! It works! The MMTWWHP works! Rejoice people of Drakkengard! Soon we´ll step out of this cradle we call earth! Soon we´ll call the entire universe home! And a solemn thanks to our allies, which helped us to reach this far.”

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OOC.: The Arkbird obviously took years to build, but i reason that it was finished shortly before the time of the portal creation, and was tested (in AquinasNet wastelands) together with the magic powered FTL travel method in the following months (all that magic stuff/personal shipped away from the pit had to accomplish something big, right Kand?)

A few months later

Phoenix city is once again celebrating, but not only because the area surrounding it is already showing signs of recovery but also (and even more) due to the launch of the Arkbird, Drakkengard first space colonization ship that soars into the sky until, in space, it opens the wormhole, taking the seeds of a civilization to a new world.

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As the celebration continues, the president receives the most unexpected message in years. After considering it for a few minutes, he call his aide and says:

“I guess this old world still can surprise us after all. Send the answer. Drakkengard will be there.”