Aboard Crusader XI, "The Lion", a Capital-Sized ship that held the command of the combined 2nd and 3rd Fleets for the moment, reports immediately came in of a massive structure coming through a gate at the edge of the solar system.
"WHO IS IT!?" the battle-hardened Admiral of this fleet commanded, a middle aged woman with long, brownish-grey hair. She proudly wore the Admiral's Uniform of the Worlds Without Boundaries fleet. "ZARETHIANS!? MECHERANS!?"
"Negative, ma'am!" a technician replied, "The technology's unlike anything we've encountered thus far. I've searched the DAIS intelligence archives, they've got nothing! We have no earthly idea who it is!"
"I don't like the way they've positioned themselves. Prepare to send out a transmiss-"
It did not unleash a torrent of destructive energies, but it did vomit an infinitely vast swarm of mechanized hell onto the system. It was a silent god-like edifice until twenty five thousand Warden drones began pouring from it's maw; armed with diamond blades and laser cannons capable of downing a fighter they were dangerous as they were simplistic in design. They soared towards the WOB flagship as if they were a flock of living starlings; their movements unpredictable but so fluid it looked as if they were one solid mass. They were followed not soon after by a small force of a two hundred Hummingbird fighters; they could provide more tactical support to the planet below, and their firepower and agility would be a much needed addition to the Warden's attacking force.
"Ma'am!" a radar technician announced, "The structure has released unidentified crafts. Observatory's got visual, it appears that there are several drones as well as larger craft, maybe fighters, incoming. They appear to be hostile!"
"Shields to max!" the Admiral added, "Redirect our drones!"
Many of the Anti-Gravity Drones had already entered the planet of Zaned's atmosphere, but some 8000 - 10,000 changed their course towards the Warden drones. They were still some distance away from the enemy drones, but would prove to be formidable even with their significantly fewer numbers. In the meanwhile, The Lion and the nearby Crusader XVI and Crusader XVII began firing ballistic rounds at the Warden drones in an attempt to slow their onslaught.
"Ma'am!" a technician reported, "Intelligence has an ID on the drone technology, from ASF Intelligence. The drones were first encountered by the Aralangs eight years ago, during the Third Sage War, Battle of Lesh. The technology belongs to a group known as the... Archive..."
"Never heard of them," the Admiral replied, dismissively, "But if they think they're a match for my fleet, they've got another thing coming. What intel do you have on the structure that appeared?"
"It appears to be massive," the technician reported, "Three times the size of Earth. Should we direct the Conquest to attack?"
"Not yet," the Admiral replied, "Send in Warhorse. Oh, and begin Phase Two."
Elsewhere, well away from the command ship of the fleet, a small frigate exited the Crusader XXVI's docking bay and prepared to jump to Hyperspace.
The World Without Boundaries could have moved straight towards the capital, but that would have been far too easy. Instead, soldiers were deployed in smaller towns and cities around the planet, transported to the planet by Beaming Technology from some of the Crusaders in low planetary orbit. Well armored and well armed, legions of soldiers were spread throughout the planet and set to work dismantling any resistance outside of the capital itself.
It did not seem that the Sage Tower was an immediate goal of the World Without Boundaries, or even that they realized the significance that the tower held. If they did, they seemed to not be phased by the structure. Outside the Capital, several scouts set up camp and began to report findings to their superiors on other parts of the planet, through use of radio communication technology.
Meanwhile, back aboard The Lion, the Admiral awaited news from the ground forces anxiously.
"Ma'am, we have a report from the surface!" a communications officer shouted.
"Go!" the Admiral demanded.
"Scouts say that our attacks have not phased the capital. Planetary Defenses seem to be shooting down our ballistics, and what makes it past the planet's defenses seems to disintegrate just above the capital. We've caused only minimal damage, and only to areas outside the capital! A planetary shield has just been erected, and several of our AG Drones were cut off trying to enter the planet," the officer reported.
Another communications officer spoke up, in distress. "Admiral! The Third Fleet's Battlegroup reports incoming cannonfire from the Zarethian fleet! Sensors detect some magic may be active on the battlefield!"
"Tell them to raise Anti-Magic fields and respond accordingly at once!"
The WWB Third Fleet immediately raised Anti-Magic Fields. Only one or two of these massive Crusaders were within immediate range of the cannon fire, as the twenty WWB ships were spread all throughout the orbit around the planet. Those few targeted ships immediately activated tractor beams, designed to intercept and fling the incoming cannon-fire out of the path of the ships. Wait. The World Without Boundaries had tractor beams!? It seemed they did, but had they developed it themselves or received the tractor beams from some ally?
The Prometheus issued a single message to the WWB ships after firing those shots.
[Attention World-Without-Boundary vessels, this is the pride of the Zarethian Fleet Prometheus. That was your warning shot. Cease hostilities and prepare for boarding at once. Attempt to leave the system, and we will pursue. Attempt to call for backup or attack further, and we will attack without prejudice. Surrender, and you will be taken captive as prisoners-of-war and afforded with the proper rights and respect this entails. You have five minutes to make your decision before you will be considered hostile and fired upon.]
The message was patched through to The Lion, where the Admiral carefully considered the words of the Zarethians. When they insisted her men prepare to be boarded, she smirked.
"Do they take us for Narrikians?" she asked nobody in particular. "Surely, even the Zarethians know that the brave warriors of Earth will not go down without a fight. I will send a response..."
A moment later, the Admiral's response was sent to the Zarethians.
<TRANSMISSION IDENTIFICATION CODE : : G084729 TRI-AID -> ZANED -> FLEET II -> THE LION>
The World Without Boundaries laughs at your folly. Surely even the incompetent likes of the Zarethians are capable of seeing that they are outnumbered. Your ships may be larger, but mine are more numerous and my men have pledged their life to purging this universe of magic. I wonder, who shall triumph? Your meager colony, or my mighty titans? Though, perhaps I shall have mercy upon your incompetent men, should your commander beg me for permission to lick my boots.
The Admiral smirked. This was where she felt alive, in the heat of battle. The Zarethians were in for a shock.
"ORDER ALL SHIPS TO BEGIN CHARGING RAILGUNS!" she ordered, as the order was carried out.
The Old K Empire had fallen, some eight years ago, and Kaleb James "K2" Tyris I had abandoned his people, forming the New K Empire on Earth, though the empire was well removed from that planet now and had no ties with the World Without Boundaries. The empire was currently ruled by Queen Elizabeth Tyris I, granddaughter of K2, and her consort husband, King Sirius Blade. While Elizabeth's rule had proven to be much different than the harsher, authoritarian rule of her father or the imperialistic rule of her grandfather, the K Empire wasn't quite an isolationist state just yet, and the Zarethians were, after all, their oldest allies.
And thus, it was no small deal for the K Empire to send three of their Capital-Sized vessels, the KFS Disney, Reagan, and Hawaii 1, to tango with the World Without Boundaries forces. The Disney and Reagan were older ships, Hook vessels, distinguishable for the colossal-sized hook structures mounted on each hull. The Hawaii 1 was a much newer vessel, Island type, and was the command vessel for this particular mission. The three ships had come to offer whatever possible support they could to the Zarethians, and if necessary, to fight alongside the far superior Zarethian vessels.
The ships were clearly K Empire, each one decorated with a painted red K that spanned for miles alongside their hulls, Her Majesty's Imperial Signature. Each ship immediately charged their weapons as a tightbeam message was sent directly to the Prometheus from the Hawaii 1.
> Prometheus, this is Her Majesty's KFS Hawaii 1, reporting in to offer Tactical Support as needed. Please advise.
On board the Hawaii 1, the captain, a grizzly man with a manly beard and an eye patch over one eye, shouted out commands upon the bridge.
"Alright, boys, let's make ourselves useful!" he commanded, "Take out some of those drones!"
The KFS ships began firing on AG Drones returning from the trip towards the planet.
Among the many who received the call to arms, there was Zere Zero, Anrufe terrorist turned millionaire CEO turned Galactic Coalition leader all over the course of just one year. The bald headed sealist had traded in his cloak for a business suit and had gathered up quite the company under his banners as of late. However; on this particular day, he had left the army at home, coming with only a few men on a stealth ship, well cloaked and some distance away from the main battle, where he eagerly watched the war unfold.