Spaceship Crew RP: The End of the Journey - Games

Iska stood silent for a while. The mood was growing intense, but at this point she knew that the wrong move could trigger all sorts of trouble. She let out a muffled grunt, "Iska has promises to keep".

"Promises eh? They're important I guess. But sometimes if you break them... things go south. Fortunately it didn't happen to me but Mariahlus tried to keep one. Didn't go very well. Yikes." Folter said.

Neasha rolled while hitting the ground, narrowly avoiding being shot. By this time, Virin had reloaded and opened fire on the rangers while they were distracted, providing Neasha an opportunity to seek cover.

Pippin was quite confused as many things seemed to be happening at once. He looked at Lion, his face asking what he should do.

[ I like to take this post to honor one of the longest running characters demise. Varn Merner - Self-taught comedian and brother in arms [quote][Media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPDl9yKSnDE&ab_channel=thevideojukebox2[/media][/quote] 2355 - 2382. R.I.P]

[On that note, I guess I can post this. Final stats for Varn. Total number of rolls-79 Total failed rolls-40 Total successful rolls- 39 Top 3 most frequent rolls- 1,5,8 Number of times each: 1-13, 5-13, 8-12 Humanoid kills- 25 Robot or droid kills- 4 Non-humanoid kills-47 Fatal hits to bosses and mini-bosses-5 Ok, back to the rp.]

After all the dust had settled and the fighting had finally ended when their adversary laid dead after the Sanghvi's had successfully dealt a Coup De Grace through back and into an weaken region of his back. Despite this momentary victory, the team was met with an far greater setback. Long time comrade Varn was dead before his body could even hit the ground. His vitals flash upon the Viper's HUD during the fanatic engagement and was met with an all to familiar flat lining after the Auditor had pulled Varn's personal knife from the merc's thick skull, letting his body drop dead to the blood covered floor. As the rest of the crew gathered in haste towards their fallen comrade, the Sanghvi remained silence during this, only giving an cold stare at the his corpse before looking onto itself as the rest of the team used this moment of brief pace to recuperate. In it's 9 years endured service, the loss of an soldier under your command. No matter his personal feelings nor smart mouth, was never easy and it's petty feeling of distrust towards Varn left Viper in a utmost bitter state about itself. The damage it's shell had substantiated during the skirmish was fairly minor and was instantly repaired through the nano injectors attached under it's outer shell. However what ever power that the Auditor was able to used during the battle had left an mark on the Sanghvi's inner core, leaving Viper with an constant source of pain as it stood trying to prepare itself for the next fight before slowly turning it's eyes towards the elevator as Saw's reinforcements arrived. The soft-carbons barked out their demands to take Varn's body back to their custody, ignorant and uncaring of the crew's grief and eventual rage towards them. They most likely wanted back their property despite various damage the blood covered suit suffered during the battle. Their words begin to be back with their synths as they lurked behind them, restraining the defiant Boome marines as the two sides started aiming their weaponry at one another. Viper instantly shifted it's mind towards the potential threat and took an offensive stance. It's eyes on the neck of the Privateer captain as he stood along side his robotic enforcers and fellow Privateer troopers. This standoff was broken as both parties were surprised as unknown figure announced his presence towards them. Viper was able to quickly decipher what it was as it's voice and acts were similar to that of one of the Auditor faced before. "Sir, Auditor Designated: Death. I can't make an fix on it's exact location." Viper said over the teams comms to Lion as it look around the room, ready for the moment for his attack.

"Uh hello. I'm right here?" Folter said pointing at himself, completely visible between the two sides. "You called me Death? Oh wow, nice guess too."

Lion stopped for a moment and reached out into any nearby tech. At first glance it would seem that he was looking for Folter but he was infact reaching out to something right next to him. "Ready to fullfill your original design?" "Affirmative." "Then unleash those fists of fury." Lion smiled. "I see you." He said out loud to the empty space where Folter was. A moment later Varn's body attacked.

Mini Roll[5]: Varn's body quickly punched Folter in the face. Folter albeit silent saw the crowd seeing the event. He pretended to yell. "OHOOHH my face! My face it's butchered by the dead man!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "Someone, anyone call the doctor please? MY FACE! OOOOWWW!" Folter said. Folter then opened a quick chuckle looking at Lion. "Sorry, I know you're trying to reanimate your buddy just so you can take advantage of this situation but I can't help but feel, hurt." He gestured, pretending there was a tear. "Am I boring you? If so then I got an important story to tell."

As Dwan went upwards, he could feel as his powers got stronger. Whatever was affecting the lower area must've happened while they were down there. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had felt something like this before. Eventually, he reached the top and quickly moved out of the way and out of sight. He began activating a Universe Jumper incantation once more. It activated a few minutes later to Dwan's relief. Sighing, he went through, dragging Zane and his stuff with him. Arriving at his pad, he entered the corpse preservation room he had constructed earlier. He threw Zane and his stuff into it. "[Saw will love what I do with you.]", Dwan said to the corpses within as he closed the room, reactivating its preservation process. As he thought of returning immediately, he pondered the idea of waiting a bit and brainstorming ideas regarding the issue he's faced with. As he thought of ideas, he decided to see if he could check on his mechs now.

"Major, we've receive reports companies are already entering through underground from all directions! We should probably assist. We've done our job here." A soldier said while they were checking their corners. Kira stood for a moment, back to the same place as before. Monitoring the drones before they pack up once and for all. "Hey major I didn't know we've brought mechs down there." "Mechs?" She heard. She turned and walked over to the monitors. She eyed above all else, seeing the fiery flames and explosions. But, something didn't seemed right. She felt that she heard... screaming. The sheer thought made her widened her eyes. Those weren't factories... "My god." ... Folter coughed "You see there once was a boy named Timmy, he was bullied by a guy named Chad. Chad always bullied Timmy for years now. Timmy later thought that enough was enough and got the balls to fight Chad. Eventually both fought until the staff gave them consequences and punishments." Folter stared at all. "In the end. Both became bitter assholes and affected everyone around them. Why? Hell if I knew. But usually stories like these have a bitter taste to them." Folter clenched his hand into a fist, so tight he truly hid what he really felt. ... "Harken Saw, there's well look it for yourself." High Command gave him while he was in Termina Central. Harken Saw sat in his chair looking at the requiem of destruction all around him. "What about them? So what? Do what you need to do. We are wiping out the Crimson Son, right?" He gave the most daring question of all. Silence grew between the communications line. "Affirmative." [media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8a_Rv3zzdKw[/media] Two kids were playing together on a swing, several laughs as their dad watched them. The dad wore the standard police uniform for Sector 4. He slowly got up from the benches as he observed them. “Alright guys, your mom is going to be angry at home if we spend here too long.” He gave a smile at his loved ones. His son was 10 while his daughter was 6. “One more minute dad!” His daughter pleaded. He sighed, couldn't help but letting out a chuckle. “One minute okay? Make this your best. Your mom's going to hate it if we aren't in the house soon.” Each went silent until they gathered for a laugh. Suddenly a trace of overwhelming force shocked him. He felt the urge to cough up something but he couldn't realize the very moment. He stared at his kids, covering their own faces. He widened his eyes and slowly turned. His life was slowly coming to darkness from such a reaction. He saw a large mech scanning him as a Crimson Son soldier. His entire head flew off as the mech's turret took him out. His daughter screamed as tears flew down her red cheeks. His son pulled his sister away from the scene and immediately ran to avoid the mech. Several soldiers baring the logo of HarkArk approached them along several pirates. The pirates held slasher grins as Privateers unholstered their rifles. The kids cowered in fear as their father was killed by unknown men. The Privateer slowly walked forward, turning side to side to see the two. The son hugged his sister tightly and gave one last look at the towering figure. The Privateer stared at both and took a step back. “Kill them.” The son and sister reacted horribly and screamed at the top of their lungs. They kneed at the bottom of their legs and prayed. A Privateer Pyro was dispatched, marching slowly to its target. The son pulled his sister and ran to whatever direction was haven. The Pyro tweaked his valve as the flames grew to a cruel proportion. The flames caught on to the sister behind, her weeping cries for help echoed. The son yelled out her name as both were engulfed in flames. The shattering cries of help were no use, the smelling of burnt flesh, dying children. The few who were daring enough raised their weapons and cheered. … Large groups of Privateers and mercenaries from unknown origins stormed the Sector 4 population complexes, dozens of kinetic fire landed against many crazed citizens. Mechs that varied assisted the Privateers. A mech switched to cannon fire and spotted a building defending itself from the invaders. The mech scanned for Intel as a lone soldier and three huddling small people were behind. The mech raised its weapons and unleashed a barrage that immediately decimated the intended building, debris flew out of the apartments while wounded crawled with their fingertips, suffering from the shrapnel. A lone Privateer grabbed a woman in her twenties, hair in grip. The soldier used the back end of his rifle to put her into submission, even if it meant placing a boot against her head. Blood oozed out of her skull as the soldier began to stomp on her fragile head. Stomping repeatedly, almost hearing a cracking sound. The soldier heard her cry out but continued to kick until she went motionless. Her frail head was already caved in by the time the soldier was done. He took his boot off her face, jaw distorted while blood spilled among the sidewalk. The Privateer received the message to reroute to the nearby areas where the Crimson Son where hiding. He responded without question as the sounds of firepower struck those that fled. The fleeing figures were met with harsh gunshots and were planted on the floor instantly, leaving dozens dead on the spot. … “This is insane where is the Counter-Criminal Authority!?” A civilian yelled with hysteria, hiding behind the counter as several of his friends did the same thing. A second later the door in front of them was slammed outwards, boots marching against the floor. “Let me see your faces!” A demanding voice sprang, rushing the civilians out of hiding. They immediately raised their hands as high as possible and shook their heads. “We're unarmed we're unarmed, for fuck's sake we're innocent, there's children in here!” A man yelled to the invaders. The Privateers stood without any response, keeping the finger on their triggers. Everyone inside the building suddenly heard the gunshot ringing. The man slouched against the wall, sliding down leaving a blood trail. Utter remarks of screaming occurred in the back seeing a dead body. Traumatizing a few, experiencing the effects of invasion. “No prisoners.” The squad leader said to his unit, walking out of the door as his fellowmen discharged their weapons. … Mercenaries ran like crazed people, dispatching their drones and rocket launchers at the fleeing population. The building they were targeting looked very pristine and wasn't very tall. Nevertheless they were ordered to kill any Crimson Son, even if it meant innocent. They saw adults with kids sprinting out of the building. They didn't hesitate to plant plasma or lasers at them. The mercenaries who really wanted the piece of the action got up close, using chainsaws to go near an adult and bisect her. The adult was left with a grueling mess as blood scarred the children. The mercenaries quickly pulled both children away from each other. The screaming children were at least in their teens. One shouted at the mercenaries, pleading them to stop stop stop until the one restraining her placed his hand against her jaw, pushing down until she muffled screams. A snap. The mercenary knocked her body across the concrete. He saw the boy getting restrained by his own comrade. The one restraining the boy bought his back side of the head on the ground, blood emitted from his gums. The mercenary cheered on as the boy's head was getting pounded . The mercenary held on tight, keeping pressure as he did it again. Again. Again. The mercenary stopped for a quick second, turning the now blood ridden boy's face. Torn into mush and purple bruises. The mercenary released the body face down and shrugged to his buddy. Both headed into the building that stated an Education Center. … “This isn't what I'd signed up for!” A Privateer shouted against the killing of civilians. He was quickly taken hold of, many relieving him of his weapon. He yelled across the field as his own superior slowly marched, towering over him. The privateers struggled to tackle, held by his own men to disobey orders. His superior shook his head, acting disappointed. He pulled out a standard issued bolt gun from within his holster. He pulled the trigger as a bullet placed a golf-sized hole in his soldier. The body turned sideways, leaving the unit to continue forward. … Shelia was too busy wondering what's going on in the chatter as the battlefield left hundreds of ship wrecks and bodies in the mud. She was quickly racing, battling a dozen Crimson fighters on her tail. She pulled up a communication link and was going insane. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!” She screamed. A devastating blast from an unknown frigate, possibly friendly fire went towards the Archius's front hull. The blast collided within the entire interior, Shelia was embraced with instant death, corroding her entire body into ash. The Archius slowly descended down. … High Command at Fort Blaze watched as everything went to plan, the Crimson Son's inner sanctum was getting purged. A military leader walked across seeing everyone write up reports and plans for the phase. “Gentlemen.” The leader said to his “own” The commanders looked at him with curiosity. “There has been a change of plans. Unfortunately your operation ends here.” The leader said, the others have widened their eyes. The commanders immediately pulled out their handguns while the disguise morphed into a black Crimson Son figure. The figure sprinted across the board and unleashed a bloodbath among the room, killing one commander after commander using a blade and a gun on his hands. All in a span of 10 seconds. He turned to see the work shown, standing still as he reached for a link. “The deed is done, I am signaling others to reinforce our assault.” He said. He cloaked out as the door opened. Closing. ... Kira went silent. Motionless. There wasn't any sense of duty, justice, nor honor. She covered her pathetic mouth, eyes widened for the entire length. Devastated was an understatement to her and others. She was broken.

Iska rolled her eyes and then looked to Folter. "Buu-huu, you make Iska cry with story. I not evil, just misunderstood and not REALLY want war and power, just to left alone" she said in a mocking voice. She paused briefly, looking for a reaction in Folter, finding none. "No, you are bully we are bully but now when we come into house of you, is time to try to talk, no?" She continued with anger in her voice. "You may think Khergian stupid, like Kanad do. But let Iska tell you khergian also stubborn. You kill friends of Iska, and now Iska come kill friends of you". she concluded, now with a small grin on her face. Iska shook her had slightly to get her now hanging mohawk out of her face. "Now please, tell Iska another story" she taunted, still aiming her gun at Folter.

"Hey at least that frown is upside down. And no I don't think your race is dumb. I don't exactly underestimate." He said, staring at her gun.

"What is this story supposed to tell us, auditor?" Asked Lion just as the communications went wild. "Stay focused!" Ordered Lion.

Dwan was glad that to find that he could contact his mechs. Seems as thought whatever was affecting his powers were affecting him directly. He decided to check the numbers first. He found that around 10 to 15 of the mechs have been downed, mostly those of Lion's design. Dwan pondered about the number. "Weren't the Crimson Son fighting back?", he asked himself. He decided to use his powers to see what his mechs were seeing.... if anyone could see his eyes, they would notice their color had gone black. He remembered what Zane said. Sector 4. Now he knew why he was so pissed; that was the sector where people lived. He watched as civilians were killed and looted by Privateers and mercs alike. He felt the same feeling he felt when he thought that he could've prevented the terrorist incident years back. But that feeling slowly faded when he realized that even he couldn't stop this. War was hell and that would never change. There was nothing he could do but let the mechs continue to fight, but he knew he had to get them out of this sector. He commanded them all to leave Sector 4 and find Crimson Son soldiers similar to those he had faced. He hoped this would lower the number of civilians killed indirectly by his own hand. As he ended the connection, he realized that whatever was affecting his powers was doing so because of the fact that he was organic. Lion, with the blue coin he gave him, could possibly contact and command his mechs. At that moment, he realized why the feeling he felt whilst going upwards left familiar. He had felt it twice before, once in his youth and once in the last 10 years. He knew what it was now. It was something dimensional. Interdimensional powers always trump omniversal powers. He didn't know how, but the Crimus somehow have dimensional energy on their hands. Dwan had to figure something out. How is he supposed to combat interdimensional energy?!

"You really are blind of us aren't you? You think that sick joke of yours at Sector 4 was cute? You think killing citizens is cute? You don't think those soldiers out there have families? You believe they deserve this? You may think of them as terrorists go ahead and think that. But those people shouldn't be the ones to blame. BLAME US!" Folter yelled to the top of his lungs, admitted that the Auditors were responsible for Odenia.

Iska remained unfazed, "You know what you do and why you think people you kill not have family?" Iskas grin disappeared, replaced with a frown. "Need lot of water when fire you start come to burn your world down." she concluded.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Asked Lion. "We've only engaged armed soldiers during this entire battle. Our objectve, my objective, has always been to kill you auditors for what you did to our Captain and Terra knows whom else you've hurt."

Folter stood and simply chuckled, soon turning into laughter. "Oh please, don't act like your entire crew is independent. You're just a string pulled by the big man himself. And you don't even know it either." Folter insisted as HarkArk soldiers aimed their guns up. "Enough talking this guy is going down!" The leader yelled. "What? Are you mad because it's true? Don't test me fellas. You want prove? Okay. Let's see what you think HarkArk is doing." Folter activated a hologram showing Sector 4.

Mercury looked at the other mercs. "Pups, we just unwillingly achieved Bromun's ideal." --- One of the reapers spoke. "Executor, we detected the golden wave on the field. What would you have us do?" "Karina, be a dear and go to their commander, ask them if they want to meet to talk tactics. We have a...golden...opportunity in front of us." his wrist communicator flashed as he was receiving a transmission from one of the reapers currently storming the civilian centers. "Report." "Executor, HarkArk privateers have reached a civilian population center. They are currently slaughtering everyone indiscriminately. Soldiers, civil servants, unarmed civilians, men, women and children and are shooting anyone who refuses to do so." Beneath his helmet, all the color drained from Seth's face. Mordecai could sense his new ally becoming shaken. "Target soldiers and do the best you can to avoid execution. I need your eyes there." He turned off his comm and turned back to Seth. "I know what you're thinking, but now is not the time for moral superiority. You are not Bromun and as long as you engage the fools here you will not be like that animal. If you turn on Saw now, you risk sending your brothers to Hell." Seth looked at him and nodded. Mordecai padded him on the shoulder. "Saw wasn't honest with any of us if it makes you feel better. The only people who may be enjoying this are probably the sadistic creatures known as Star dusts and their older siblings." "Lets just get the Golden wave commander here so we can devise a plan." Seth said bitterly. Mordecai smiled. "Accomplish great things and defeat a legend, HarkArk can jump of the edge of my dick once this is done."

Dwan got an idea. Perhaps the usage of uniform n-polytopes where n>3 could assist him. As such objects would be beyond the 3rd dimension, they would have to have some countering effect towards the mysterious dimensional powers of the Son. However, as he thought about it more, he realized that he didn't really know much about dimensions. He didn't even know if his plan would work, and if it did, he wouldn't know where to get such objects. Gritting his teeth, he decided it would be more important to return. He used his powers to fix the outer layer of his armor, before activating another Universe Jumper incantation to return back to this universe. Having returned, he quickly rushed to the elevator and went downwards. He felt his powers decreasing, a very creepy feeling it was. --- The Golden Wave was reloading their weapons and gathering up more of their own. Soon, the two GW groups had increased to 5. As Lagul was watching everyone gather up, they all watched and witnessed the Archius slowly descend onto the planet intact. It made quite the racket. Aver thought about the weird smelling midget. Soon, her thoughts were broken by a messenger, asking if she would like to join in talking tactics with the other commanders. "Heh, sure, why not?", Lagul said. "Nokhea, Mavis, come with me. Olv, Hlad, watch the others.", she said, as the three followed the messenger.

Iska took a look at the carnage. "You say you smart, and know everything. And if Saw is evil, then why you good?" she asked with a frustrated tone. She continued "you think slaughter of innocent move Iska, or perhaps smart man not hear of [I]borba tsepey[/I]? [the struggle of chains, the enslavement and massacre of off-world and captured Kherigans during the Siege of Rigel] Iska tired of hearing about we are wrong. Iska want to hear smart man say why he is right!" she finished of with a loud voice.

Mordecai looked to the sky. "That your friend's ship? Looks like it's seen better days. Hopefully whoever was still on got out in time. Or maybe not. They could be burning lumps of coal right now." "How do you know so much about the crew anyway?" "The Omega brothers had information stolen from HarkArk in their databanks. Raiding them proved fruitful." "Executor, commander. The Golden wave commander is here." Seth and Mordecai turned to face Aver. "Ah, miss Lagul. Good of you to join us. I am executor Mordecai of the Death Vigil and this is commander Rollonso of the Boome marines. Welcome to the commander's "table". " He pointed towards the crudely map drawn in the dirt "As you can see, we deal only with the most cutting edge of technology."

Lagul nodded at Seth and Mordecai. She chuckled a bit when she saw the dirt map. "Truely the height of technology.", she quipped. "I doubt I need to introduce Nokhea and Mavis to you two.", she commented. "When was the last time we've encountered each other? So much has happened in the last few weeks that I've forgotten already.", she asked. --- Soon, Dwan arrived back at the room where the others were. He tinted the visor of his helmet before squeezing himself through the Privateers to get to his group. He watched as Iska yelled at a vaguely familiar looking map holding Varn's corpse, who had a hologram of the Sector 4 Massacre.

Mordecai sat on a rock. "I'm a bitter old man. Chances are that if I've seen you before, I've forgotten everything. How about you Seth?" "I recognize Mavis. He was on the Naginata 12 years ago. One of my brothers took him right beneath the Alpha sister's nose. You look familiar Aver, but I don't know from where."

"The Naginata.... ah yes, I remember.", Mavis spoke. "I still remember the reason why I was imprisoned. Conspiring with Vogons and Judoons to help them take over a solar system.", he said. "What a shithole of a prison ship that was. Whoever freed me used the age old 'guy with the gun' argument to get me and some other folks to get moving. Then you guys sent me to the Gold Dusts and got paid, isn't that right?", he stated. Lagul looked at Seth. "I think we ran into you and a few of your brothers one time during one of your major conflicts with the Gold Dusts. Nokhea and I, together with our small group, had your group pinned down somewhere, until one of your brothers threw a nade and blew most of the group into pieces, forcing us to retreat.", Lagul said, as he looked at Nokhea for confirmation. "I believe it went something along those lines.", Nokhea commented.

"The guy with the gun sounds familiar. Should probably talk to him when I get the chance. As for the grenade...you said it yourself, we were enemies then." He took off his helmet in order for her to get a better look at him. "Listen, what is in the past is in the past. Right now, were dealing with a major problem and that is that thing over there." He pointed towards the Daedalus. "If we forget any feuds between us for now, that would be great. I already shook hands with the devil twice to come all the way here and by the looks of things you did it once. We need to devise a battle plan to push the Sun back into their holes now."

"Hey, I have no issue with leaving the past in the past. I never had any personal feuds with any of you or anything. We just followed what those pompous Gold Dust bellends told us to do.", Aver replied. "Let's get to work on making a battle plan then.", Mavis said in a serious tone. Nokhea nodded in response. --- Dwan wondered what was going on, though he did realize that the guy holding Varn's corpse was an Auditor.

Viper stood in awe of the massacre that unfolded in the hologram that the Auditor held. The death of so many civilians laid at it's employers, it had stuck down deep at the Sanghvi's moral code and what it once stood for but nevertheless remained determined it's goal of protecting the crew of the Archius XI "I'm sorry for people, the murdering of innocents can never be justified in the fields of war. But that doesn't..That..." Viper said in stocked shutter towards the Auditor before abruptly stopping as it 's HUD displayed the status of the Archius at the hands of their so called "allies". Severely damaged by "friendly" fire from several vessel within Saw's own fleet. Viper stop itself dead in it's tacks as it fanatic scanned it's surroundings, it analyzed the situation that it and it's comrades was in as Saw's reinforcements standing at the elevator with guns at the ready. "Captain. We are in urgent danger, We're seeing many friendly forces taking an significant death troll at the hands at their once thought "allies". Viper spoke it's words through an couple random comm channel in a miss-mash of junk code through an method commonly known as static or machine talk towards Lion with several codes only known by the Archius XI crew in an matter of nano seconds. "Prime weapons and have the squad ready for combat in 0.8 seconds with the Privateer squad while make an distraction to buy us some time. They have already killed far anyone with doubts about their purging of innocents." Viper ready it's talons once more with smoke launchers aimed in the direction of the various crewmen in the room and at the allied SDF troops as it resumed it's eyes back onto the throat of the Privateer captain. --- As the battle across the surface raged down into depths of the inner planet, Argos forces able to force themselves deep into the Crimson Son complex known as sector 4. The Sight was unexpected to say the least to even these veterans of war. "This is Alpha-9. We're reached the target......Uploading vital visual data immediately through secured channel 7-16. Holding position at the entry point and awaiting for further orders." An Argos Ocelot operative said to her commanders as the rest of the Argos forces gathered among their drop sites. "Unethical. Meaningless. Unacceptable." One of the iron benefactors stated as it processed the incoming data. Standing with the confines of an cramped, empty bridge of the Olympian's capital ship. "Well..I guess that terminates our contact then." Alpha one commented as he watched fellow ships within Saw's ship begin to received an full 30 cementer slug of depleted uranium thrown at half of the speed of FTL for any vocal doubts or rejections for Saw's treatment of civilians and burning cities policy. Most of the so called deserters we're Privateers that once looked towards Saw but now lay in space drifting in front of the Iron star that they held with awe and amazement was the same that gave it's hash judgement on them. "Urgent Order. Have all systems begin rapid scans for any foreign warfare programs aboard any and all Olympian and SDF vessels. Relay the footage of the Privateer's and loyal contractors action unto their secondarily visual systems." The drones both barked their orders in unison as the ship shifted towards Saw's forces. "What..What are we doing! This doesn't involve, notifying the SDF of their war crimes yes. But this is suicide! And you machines know that! We're going to get slaughtered in this and for what? The board will make sure to burn and dismantle any-" Alpha one yell towards his benefactor to right before being garb on the neck from the one standing behind him. "Overview; present situation. Mr. Saw is not fighting anymore to just end his petty grudges as he has devolved past fighting for any sort of misguided justice nor that of maximizing his profits but instead to show his true colors by ordering burning of an entire civilization, making an barbaric point against anyone dares opposes him. Murdering countless non combatants for the pure satisfaction of completely crushing every possible thing related to his foes. It won't work for us in the long one and if you could see past your pitifully fears you could see that greater good is on the line here. " The towering robot said in an deep voice with sense of frustration begging to creep into it's usually monotone voice. "Addition. Besides....It's bad for business to have left running after helping an genocidal maniac run free with his fetishes of murdering several million innocent people. Plus it would hurt stocks with him running around with any of the tech they had." The other machine stated in an more relaxed tone as it oversaw the warp deployment of the Epsilon, Theta and Lambda Phalanxes. "What about the Crimus?" Alpha one say after being released from the robotic grip of his benefactor. "Anwaser . We can deal with both, and with what they are facing right now. I think they might be willing to talk about an terms of surrender or at least an cease fire while we deal with Saw's forces. This world isn't going to be here for long if things keep escalating how they are and if they have common sense left in them they could see that working with us could help their minuscule empire can rise along side of the galactic civilization instead of against it." it stated as it started overlooking the various ground forces deployed among the surface, sending out hundreds to thousands of Argos troops and drones simultaneously.