This story takes place just before and during the events of the upcoming Cold War event. ^^
Mega Ships. The most powerful floating weapons of war mankind has developed. With the first appearance of these giant ships, the warring factions of the world have been working nonstop to develop their own Mega Ships to tip the scales of power in their favor. First with the Draconians. Then with the Legion. And now with the Forsaken. However, the Draconians are building a new breed of Mega Ship. A breed which they have aptly named "Superweapons." Weapons born to conquer all that dared to stand against them. They have made significant progress with their research with complete secrecy, to the point where only the Admiral and the Elite Commanders know of the project. None of the other factions have any idea that this new breed of weapon will be unleashed on them as well. Soon, the Legion will be the first victims of the Superweapons.
Chapter 1: Surprise Attack
June 9th, 2089
Draconian High Command, Wyndraea, Quarter 1
Twelve hours before the events of the Cold War
The Admiral stands in front of a window, looking outward in the sky, thinking about the events in the war that have yet to occur. Soon, the communications panel on his desk beeps and lights up, and he goes to accept the transmission. It was from High Officer Melatech of the Survey Division. He presses a button and a hologram of Melatech appears on the desk.
"What news do you have for me, Melatech?" the Admiral asked upon opening the channel.
"Master Wyvern. The Legion have sustained some losses, and they are pulling out of the outpost," Melatech informed. "Additionally, the commander known as Gridiron has been critically injured."
"And what of the access codes?" the Admiral inquired.
"Unfortunately, they were able to extract a portion of the code needed to crack our databanks. The map codes among them," Melatech added.
"As I expected," the Admiral replied calmly. "They seem to be ****-bent on finding the continent. Thankfully, they have no idea of the Superweapon project."
"Sir?" Melatech inquired. "I don't believe I follow your words."
"Patience, Melatech. The time to unveil them is near," the Admiral assures Melatech. "Have Vassago's 'negotiations' begun yet?"
"In twelve hours, High Admiral," Melatech informed.
"Good. Right on schedule," the Admiral replied. "Now, Melatech, you are to continue operations on Project Nine, while Vassago 'negotiates' a cease-fire with the Legion," he ordered.
"And what will you do, Admiral?" Melatech questioned.
"I will deal a decisive blow to the Legion, the likes of which they have never felt before," he replied. "The attack on the Legion Mission Command, the center of all their operations in the world."
"A daring plan, Sir," Melatech commented. "Very well. I shall continue my operations on Project Nine, High Admiral. Draconis Aeterna, Evangel." Melatech concluded with a salute.
"Draconis Aeterna, Melatech." Wyvern responded in kind, as the transmission ended. He made his way to the shipyards to his newest Mega Ship, the first of the four currently-existing Superweapons that have been built by the Draconians. He had a plan, and enough time to do it.
Thirteen hours later, somewhere in Sector 56...
Zoe was with her tech division attempting to crack the codes they had swiped from the Draconian outpost. She knew this was a race against time, as they do not have long before the cease-fire negotiations took place. Even more worrying was the fact that her second in command, Axi Gridiron, was rendered out of commission after her encounter with Melatech. She looks on as the techs continue trying to crack the codes, but she didn't have to wait much longer as they have finally succeeded in doing so, giving them coordinates and details of the rumored continent.
"We've done it, ma'am!" One of the techs exclaimed.
"About **** time," Zoe replied. She can rest easy knowing Gridiron's sacrifice was not all in vain should she have perished. "Now, when we're ready, we'll be able to let everyone in the Legion council know of our findings." Zoe took her leave to check on her lieutenant, wondering if she survived her injuries. She walks in surprised to see Axi has regained her consciousness, sitting on the bed and moving her hands around to make sure they're working properly. "Guess nap time's over, huh?" she commented.
"I guess so, ma'am," Axi replied. She chuckled at Zoe's attempt at humor.
"So how are you feeling?" Zoe inquired.
"Hurting like a ****," Axi replied. "but I'll manage."
"Good enough. It's time to talk to the Council, let them know of our findings," Zoe concluded.
"**** yeah, ma'am," Axi agreed, and they both proceeded to the bridge, with Zoe helping Gridiron get there.
"We're ready to make the call, ma'am," the communications officer reported.
"All right, get to it." Zoe ordered. The comms officer nodded and attempted to open a transmission to the Legion Mission Command. However, they were soon surprised by an unsuccessful attempt at the transmission. " What the ****?"
"That's weird... They should be responding by now..." Axi commented the strange turn of events. The comms officer tried again, only to meet the same result.
"Did our comms dish get shot at or something?" Zoe questioned, growing impatient at the unsuccessful attempt.
"No ma'am. Everything checks out as normal," the comms officer replied. She soon notices a fast-blinking red light indicating a priority one transmission. "Hold on... There's an urgent transmission on the emergency channel!"
"Open it, now!" Zoe ordered, her patience run its course by now. The transmission came from one of her captains, known only by the codename "Jericho." The comms officer complied and opened the transmission
"To any and all Legion captains, this is Captain Jericho!" the message starts off as panicked, with some static, but not enough to interfere with the transmission. "Do not attempt to contact Mission Command! The Legion Mission Command has been destroyed! Repeat, the Legion Mission Command, has been destroyed!"
"What!?" Zoe lost her cool when the news broke out about the Mission Command's destruction. The message continues.
"A huge enemy vessel leading a fleet of Draconian ships was spotted engaging the Defense Fleet, and nothing could even make a dent in it! This must be the work of a new Draconian Mega Ship! The Diplomat is in danger! We have been set up!" Zoe slammed her fist into the command chair in anger at the worst possible scenario, which their Mission Command, and almost all of the high-ranking Legion captains, have been wiped out in a fatal strike. She quickly regained her composure and sat in the command chair as they were about to undertake their new mission: to rescue the diplomat in charge of the negotiations.
"Set a course to Sector 62, full speed!" Zoe ordered. The helm does so and the fleet goes on their way.
"This is going to be one **** of a cold war..." Gridiron commented, referring to the upcoming conflict.
To be continued...
Screw the rules, I'm Pinkie Pie. =3