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[Phantom]

((Almost everyone here lacks it.))

[Johnfalcon99977]

(( Painfully true. ))

[adwarf]

(( Hey stop thinking of me !! ))

[Taricus]

((Practice what you preach...))

[Johnfalcon99977]

(( Hey stop thinking of me !! ))

(( But its so easy to think of you when thinking of low common sense! ))

[adwarf]

(( I would like to leave the canadians as NPCs, and move to a different faction is that ok ? ))

[Johnfalcon99977]

(( Can you just leave in general? Yeah, that'd be pretty nice. ))

(( Alien gig getting old. Blarg ))

[Phantom]

"Oi. Everyone. Final solution. Send our commando's to take down that huge command ship sending out the enemy forces, my Ion Cannons can't target it."

[ggamer]

*The fight in Bologrod was heating up. The panzgrenadiers were ripping through the perybim's armor, and the dzhaggernaughts were absolutley murdering the panzgrenadiers. Stuka and MiG wreckage alike was strewn across the battlefield. A scheduled Transport Copter carrying troops and supplies was coming in when suddenly...

"Sir, What is that?"

In the sky, there was a flash. A mothership appeared, and instantaneously blew up countless aircraft.

"FUCK! GET ON THAT ASSHOLE! FUCK THAT SHIT UP!"

MiG's fired their weapons, and the few anti-air guns installed tried to take it down, but it was of no use. The mothership had wiped the entire town of bologrod off the map.

The scrin are now fucking with russia.*

*Far, Far, Far away from the Sol system, far from the milky way, in the andromeda galaxy, a lone observatory sat on a small moon.

It was a civillian instillation, with most personnel being mercanaries hired in case of Pirates. When suddenly, An Observer spots something...

"Hey john, check out these readings"

"What the fuck? What could've caused that?"

"It looks like the trails left by a ship using warp-space"

"Pssh, Frank, That's impossible. Warp space doesn't connect to anything. It's just a free-tunnel only accessible from here."

"I dunno Jo- WOAH!"

*On the small instillation On Z-R567, a flash appears above the planet. A scrin mothership begins to descend, making it clear that they are making a base here. One frantic message is sent out by observer Frank Calhoun.*

"Calling all forces garrisoned in Mount Olive, We have a Code Red Situation Here. CODE FUCKING RE- *BSH* THE FUCKING SCRIN! god dammit, the scrin found a way here! Suggest full application of force by entire mili- *BSH* -TARY, FUCK, THEY'RE BANGING ON THE DOOR! *ratatatatatat, bloosh* The merc's aren't making a single dent in them! FUCK!... Wait... the banging stopped. Oh thank god, I think we f-"

*The garrison on Mt. Olive did hear the message. In a flurry of panic, he asked his superior, Governor of the United Systems, WHat to do. The sinnians on Mt. Olive were quickly informed, and An agreement was met. The order of the 26 would handle dealing with Scrin threats outside of the A-26 galaxy, while the combined U.S. and S.O.D. forces would protect said galaxy.*


And so It begins.

[Phantom]

...Except the Scrin populate an extremely large section of the galaxy.

[ggamer]

...Except the Scrin populate an extremely large section of the galaxy.

Yet they have laid dormant on the edge of the sol system. The O26 knew of the existence of scrin, but assumed that they were peaceful beacause of said dormancy.

Plus, The A-26, Andromeda, and Sol Galaxies are all massive distances apart. The only way to travel these distances is to open a localized tunnel, thusly called a warp tunnel.

[Johnfalcon99977]

(( Neh, this game is getting too cliche'd. Making a new game that is a little less roleplay and a bit more gameplay. ))