Finally the the craft came out of hyperspace. The pilot had been concerned the entire trip, he'd suffered a mighty hit to his engines just before the jump and was certain he wouldn't make it.

At the same instant as his fellow who had jumped to the unknown regions in another civilian craft, barely escaping the blockade by the Serasians, he set off the signal ordered by the president. A signal that was sent both to the Core and Outer Rim. The signal was audio only.

This is President Kilam Black of the Federal States of Kiyar. As of this moment I am issuing a martial request from my sovereign planet of Kiyar, begging, nay pleading with any who hear this to come to my aid.

He listed a series of coordinates before speaking further.

At these coordinates is my home system of Andrega, where at this very moment a superior war force with devastating weapons is attempting to finish off my meager forces. I have naught the time to discuss the politics of the situation, but I must state that we are being brutally murdered, my women and children starving on the streets, and my military, or what is left of it, can no longer survive.

In one week's time we are expecting a full attack of both warships and weapons of mass destruction.

My men have risked their lives to get this message out to any. I beg of any who hear this to assist us at the given coordinates. I am willing to discuss any terms that any sovereign government is willing to address.

But please...help us before what is left of our culture and lives is obliterated in a flash of radiation.

President Kilam Blackh...out.

Succumbing to his exhaustion, blackness took in the pilot as he drifted into the Averam system, his small civilian craft out of control.

Patrol group Alpha-seven, Anthos sector rim

The transmission was being replayed, now that the captain and the rest of the bridge crew had arrived at their stations.

<blockquote> I must state that we are being brutally murdered, my women and children starving on the streets, and my military, or what is left of it, can no longer survive.

In one week's time we are expecting a full attack of both warships and weapons of mass destruction.

My men have risked their lives to get this message out...</blockquote>

After the recording stopped, Captain Fischer asked his communications officer for details on the transmission itself.

"Fairly strong sir, was broadcasted with the standard SOS system codes, picked up on the holo-net, and in general, spread just about everywhere."

Turning to the science station, Fischer spoke again, "And those coordinates?"

"Secluded spot, Sir, secluded enough that our databank doesn't even include these cords. Pretty close to us, four hour jump."

Captain Fischer tapped his chin with his index finger in thought. It was a quandary, yes. He didn't have the authority to break from patrol and go aid an unknown government, yet he certainly didn't want to appear to be callous..

"Open a channel to the MC, let's get an official order on this," he said to his coms officer.

Minutes later, Fischer was nodding his head as he listened to his superior.

"I'm authorizing you to investigate, and I'm sending Alpha-eight to aid you. You are not to engage unless you are absoulty sure that this government is truly the oppressed - and not a rebellion. We don't want to get mixed up in something like that."

"Yes, Sir."

"HC, out."

Turning, Fischer looked at his bridge crew. Their faces were filled with varying expressions, the dominant being expectation.

"Put those coordinates in, prepare the task force for hyperspace and possible combat," he said at last.

On Tholatin

"Incoming public transmission."

Kamon looked up.

"Put it on my screen."

"Yes, sir."

Kamon wtached the transmission and listened to the words of this president of an unknown party. He had never heard of Kiyar before but the galaxy was big and that meant it might not be a publically known planet. He listened to the whole thing.

"Mobilize a fleet. Get the RPGC ready. And bring the Demonite Knights."

"Yes, sir."

In the Office of Azguard Affairs, Coalition High Command

Karff read the file. They too had recieved the transmission.

"Damn, why now? All of our vessels are tied up in the battles with the Empire."

He cursed his misfortune, and turned to his assisstant.

"Mark the planet. When High Lord Regrad returns, tell him of the situation and we can dispatch a team as soon as possible."

[i]Sitting on his Golden Throne, stylized to bare him as a Sun God if nothing more. A mere temperance of Faith his people had been enlightened to in their cuases. A smooth calm passed over his faith as the Sun itself passed behind his persona, the flash of light it cuased to those who came to worship would blind the normal man, alas Dameo had nothing normal anymore.

Raising a brow he grabed the message from the rest of his peoples notice, listening momentairily he blocked the signal completely, beyond contempt for him or his people. Maybe some other time perhaps, but not this century...

(OOC: Heh, looks like i'm in too Kilam.



Office of the Chume'Dai, Per'Agthra, Hapes.



As a result of the blatant and brutal agression against the Kiyar, the Queen Mother has deigned that the Consortium Navy be used in the assistance of the Kiyar people. As such a 5 ship detachment has been ordered to said coordinates in the hopes that peace can be brought to the region.

ooc:What the hell it's PR
Office of the Vice-President of the Outer-Rim Sovereignty

We have decided to send a force, under the command of Commodore Bannax to the aid of the Kiyar.

From the office of Vice-Admiral Kraken of the New Order.......

After much negotiations with the leaders of the Empire, I have been authorized to send a small force to help with the peacekeeping efforts. The force will be under my personal command.