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The universe is filled with billions of billions of different life forms. Some of these have lived in their areas with nothing but their own territory. But others have evolved and used technology to meet other races and form alliances. Some of these have formed massive empires spanning over dozens if not hundreds of worlds. One of these and one of the most powerful groups is the separatist alliance. Under the command of Count Dooku and the military leadership of the ruthless and feared General Grievous. The separatist droid army spans hundreds of worlds in as both military worlds and political allies. With seemingly countless droids to command they march on and have full control over the southern area of the galaxy and areas through out other space. There are many other empires and groups formed around the galaxy with strong armies but some are not as big but still mighty in their own right.

One of the massive droid fleets resides outside the fortune sector. A sector with asteroid belts and mineral rich worlds. This fleet however has general grievous in front of it inside the capital ship. The fleet is residing on the edge of the system fully armed and keeping a lock down on the sector while scout ships explore the asteroid belts and planets. "Keep the system under constant surveillance I don't want a single ship to pass through without clearance." Grievous command the droids on the command center. "Yes general. We have a full lock down and we will soon know if we can set up mining bases and begin construction of more larger factories." A tactical droid residing next to the generals chair over looked the operation.

"Keep your optics monitoring the Energon detectors. Aswell as the presence of any other ships. We wouldn't want our Energon taken from this sector by some organic race."Starscream ordered. The Dreadnaught had just entered a Space bridge. The technology was genius. A device that could open a portal in one end of space, and take ou to the other in a matter of minutes. The technology was discovered and modified by the scientist Shockwave, who had managed to design a space bridge small enough to store on a ship.

"Uh, Lord Starscream."A nearly identical copy of starscream said. It's wings pointed down, it had a visor in place of eyes, and had bulkier legs, certainly lacking Starscream's notable heels. Next to him was another similar, but much bulkier copy of Starscream. Decepticon leader turned. "What is it Thudnercracker?"He asked. "Not undermine your judgement but, would excavating Dark Energon be a wise decision? I mean, it brought Trypticon back online, if in an inrcedibly altered mental state, it revives the dead, and gives the living a direct connection to Unicron's anti-spark."Thundercracker explained. "I am very aware of the threats Dark Energon can pose thundercracker. But I feel it's benefits outweigh its risks."Starscream replied, turning forward and facing the screen that displayed the exterior of the ship.

A large green portal opened above General Grievous's ship. The Dreadnaught passed out of it, easily being larger than nearly all the other ships, save for the Grievous's ship. "Scrap! Someone beat us here!"Starscream said angrily. "Skywarp, Thundercracker, round up my Seekers and join me outside. I would like to seek out any possible unclaimed Energon Deposites, Dark energon or other wise."Starscream ordered. "Keep the weapons at the ready. Do not engage until I return."Starscream ordered several Vehicons.

Jeshera looked out the window of her family's house, seeing the ships from the ground. "They are huge.. Where are they from?" She shifts into an eagle and flies to the Gersha Tree, the highest tree around. Everyone else, the whole 55 of them. "What is it?"

A few kilometers away for the blockade the UCS Constantine hung in the void. it belonged to the United Coalition of Planets, a interstellar federation that consisted of a few dozen different species and spanned a fairly large portion of the galaxy. While definitely not aggressive and war-like, the Coalition maintained a large fleet of ships for combat, exploration, and diplomacy with other star-faring civilizations. All these ships fell under the jurisdiction of the Coalition Spacefleet.

At the moment, the Constantine looked nothing like a warship, it's hull smooth and with little visible weaponry. However, her armament was actually hidden underneath sliding doors on the hull, only to come out when the ship was threatened. The ship itself was quite large, holding around 2300 crew-members on board. It's hull was colored white, blue, black, and grey, with the ship's name emblazoned near the front. The front contained a large hanger bay, where the great ship stored it's squadrons of fighters, shuttles, and various other small craft, though no where near the capacity of a carrier ship.

On the ship's bridge, a large circular area with multiple monitors that reading out various information, the master of the vessel, Captain Augustus Terminus, paced about.

"Anything new on the blockade?" He asked, looking over to his communications officer, Illara Zi'Ponda Hu. Illara was a member of a species known as the Vugans, a purple-skinned, empathic race. "No, sir. I've picked up some chatter on communications channels between the ships, but..." She trailed off and squinted at the reading on her monitor. "Hang on, senors have detected a large vessel coming out of smoe sort of portal over the flagship of the fleet."

"Hm." Augustus grunted, moving behind the comm officer to see for himself. "Well then, another factor in an already unpredictable mission." He grumbled. The blockade was obstructing several trade routes, and the Space Fleet Command had dispatched him to try and get the blockade to disperse. Another reason was to make sure that these Separatists didn't attack any of the inhabited planets. At the moment, the Constantine was all alone, but the several more ship were an hour away and approaching with each second at high warp. Terminus was just suppose to open a dialogue.

The human sighed. "Alright, let's go have us a little chat. Helm, take close to the blockade, slow and steady, with a non-threatening posture." The helmsman compiled, and the quiet hum of the ship's drive system changed pitch ever so slightly as the engines flared to life. "When we get in range, send a peaceful greeting." Augustus ordered Illara.

As the Varyk Union was camping at their recently claimed base, they discussing how they were to get powerful enough to fight off for the bases. There were 2 of the strongest members, Peter and Zeke, therefore, they were the ones responsible of the other Varyk members' training. Normally, they would be hosting a Training session, if there wasn't a meeting on how they were going to maintain the bases that they currently owned.

As the Decepticon ship emerged above the separatist fleet the droids began to go into a frenzy. "What ship is that? Who does it belong to?" The general orders to his command deck as they run security scans. "General there are no organic lifeforms on board. But we are detecting heat signatures similar to organic material." A droid relays to the general. "The ships design and markings would suggest it is a cybertronian war ship." The tactical droid calmer refers to the monitor for records. "What are they doing here? Bring up all records we have on them." "Yes General." The tactical droid gets to work. "I want all cannons targeting that ship and all fighters and bombers ready." "Roger roger." The bridge replies.

The few dozen droid ships release many fighters. Over two hundred vulture droids and several dozen hyena bombers flew out and began to go above the dreadnought. The separatists had some information on the Decepticons but they were mostly unknown. In their records they refer to them as sentient machines of currently unknown origin. Cybertrons location was not in any registered space but it was believed to be on the eastern edge of the galaxy. "I want a full communication link set up with that ships bridge and all scouting teams to be on alert planet side." The general stood forward as a communication link was made to the Decepticon control deck. The video link would show the general standing there.

They were yet to notice the Coalition ships as they were still out of range but when they did they would be greeted with suspicious works and being at gun point. "Cybertronian ship this is General Grievous of the separatist alliance. You are in restricted space and must state your intent or be fired upon." As the message relayed through the general got his first glimpse of the ships crew.

"Lord Starscream, we're getting a comm request. Should I answer it?"A vehicon asked. "Yes. We might be able to get these ships away from our energon."Starscream said turning to face the screen. After a few minutes General Grievous took up the entire view space, as was common with video comms. "Cybertronian ship this is General Grievous of the separatist alliance. You are in restricted space and must state your intent or be fired upon." were heard from the cyborg. "I am Lord Starscre-AAARRRGH! WHAT IN PRIMUS'S NAME ARE YOU?!"Starscream squawked when his optics saw the cyborg. It was clear to Starscream most of grievous's body was cybernetic, but the eyes were organic, and a few organs were seen in the General's chest.

After a few moments Starscream had recaptured his composure. "As I was saying, I am Lord Starscream, the glorious leader of the Decepticons. I had plotted a course here after several of my personal guard returned with word of Energon deposits being in this sector. Energon is my kind's life-blood. We require it for our survival, and use it to fuel our technology."Starscream explained. "They also told me of it's counter part, Dark Energon."Starscream added. "Speaking from personal experience Energon and organic bodies don't mix. You would have no use for it. And I assure you that you wouldn't want Dark Energon inside your ship or powering your technology, again speaking from... eh... personal experience."Starscream said, recalling the incident with Skyquake, and the 'Energon Vampires'.

"Lord Starscream, sensors indicate that they have mobilized their troops and have targeted us with their canons."A vehicon said. Starscream growled. "And do not think that we will not retaliate."Starscream said angrily. "And it will take more than a few puny mechs to snuff a decepticon's Spark."Starscream added, having full faith that his Vehicon Drones, and the few remaining Insecticons at his disposal, would be more than enough to handle the droid army, particularly based around the clear size difference.

The people of the planet Zerveah watched the battle, remembering one similar to this that happened on their original planet.
The Lost ones used to be thousands strong, before a strange humanoid race attacked. Almost all of them died except for the 40 on the sole surviving ship. They made it to a similar planet, which they now called home. The planet was full of plains and hills in the east and west, mountainous to the north, and deserts to the south, just like their old home.
"Who is it? Is it the Death Bringers again?" a small boy, the youngest of the Ones, asked, scared.
"No, just another bot fight. You know how those crazies are." Everyone laughed. Gerald, the oldest One, and Jeshera's grandfather, was the leader. He knew anything anyone he wanted to know. "Let's keep watching, see who wins."

The Constantine flew through space towards the Separatist blockade.

"What are they doing?" Augustus said, squinting at the Deception ship and the Separatist flagship. "The Separatists seem to be deploying their forces against the newer vessel." Illara said, reading off her screen. "No weapons have been fired though." She added quickly, spotting the concerned look on the captain's face.

Augustus nodded. "I want Condition Yellow set throughout the ship with battle-stations on standby." If there was going to be a fight, he didn't want to be caught off guard.

"Yes sir." Illara hit the intercom button. "Attention all personnel. Secure stations to Condition Yellow. Battle-stations to standby." As she spoke, she changed the system readiness to correspond with the alert level. The ships shields and weapons were brought online, though they remained still and unloaded. The Constantine's weapon compliment was formidable. 6 massive rail-guns, 3 on each side, were the most noticeable as they rose out of their shelter within the hull. Along with those six were dozens of medium and small cannons activated throughout the ship. In the ship's front, 4 dual torpedo tubes went active and the anti-fighter auto-turrets as well. On the hanger deck, the ship's fighter complement was loaded into their launch tubes, to be shot out at full speed in the situation called for it.

"Illara." Augustus turned to the comm officer. "Where is Commander Taurin?"

"Um, hang on." The Vugan quickly checked her screen. "In the recreation lounge on deck 5 according the the computer's last ping, though he's probably on his way here by now."

"Alright. Take us to full speed." Augustus ordered. Within a second the Coalition cruiser had accelerated so that it would reach the blockade within a minute.

The Varyk Union had their base around Hoth, they were going to help protect it from outside invaders and such for a certain amount of credits, about 20 credits an hour.

As Starscream began his little rant about the Energon Grievous picked up on all the threats he was making and was not amused."Don't you dare threaten me you deception fool. This system is under separatist control for mining operations and droid production. Your Energon supplies could prove useful for us. If we will let you mine it we first need a 'sign' of appreciation. We will send a ambassador over to your ship to discuss terms for this trade." Grievous began to have a almost diplomatic idea for solving this. A Neimoidian ambassador aboard the capital ship stood up and with a magna guard escort began to walk to the hanger. He had 2 magna guards with him and four standard battle droids. "This would be a show of you diplomatic prowess as a way of avoiding war." The general seemed slightly smug as he gestured showing a calm expression.

While the two spoke the Constantine emerged into the boundaries of the blockade. "General we have another ship in the system. This one bears the markings of the United Coalition." The tactical droid relays to the general. "Why is everyone coming here today?" The general says in a sarcastic rhetoric manner. "Set up a second communication channel to them. I want vulture droids and cannons on that ship in case there is any retaliation." The tactical droid began to patch the general through. "Coalition ship this is General Grievous of the separatist alliance you are entering restricted space state your intent or you will be fired upon."

"I'll threaten who ever I want you disgusting almagamation of Flesh and Metal!"Starscream snapped."Lord Starscream!"A Vehicon and Thundercracker called. "What?!"Starscream asked angrily. "It may be advisable that we not make enemies with these seperatists. It would certainly help to have allies. Particularly against the now growing autobot cause."Thundercracker suggested. "Fine. We'll accept your negotiations."Starscream said. "Uh... Lord Starscream!"The Vehicon called again, receiving a glare from his leader. "Our sensors are picking up another vessel. It's not of Cybertronian or 'Separatist origin."The Vehicon said. Starscream growled. "Then keep your optics on it and be prepared if it turns hostile!"Starscream demanded.

They saw the third ship arrive. "Well, thing just got interesting. And it's a Coalition ship, too. This is going to be good." Jeshera grinned at Refert, the oldest second-generation One.
"Well, I hope none of them land here. That will be really bad." She turn serious. "They may have Death Bringers."
Silence came over them again as they watched the ships in the night sky.

"This is Captain Augustus Terminus. Our intent at the moment is to inform you that your little fleet has blocked off several trade routes that run through this sector. I'm here to see if you would be willing to reopen the sector for trade to resume peacefully."

At that moment, the lift doors at the back of the bridge slide open and a large humanoid creature stepped out. He stood 7 feet tall with orange skin. He was obviously powerful in a physical sense. Commander Taurin's face seemed stuck in a fearsome scowl as he took a seat at the tactical console and nodded respectfully at Terminus.

Augustus returned the nod, before returning his attention to Grievous. "So what will it be? Shall we talk?"

Hearing the suggestions from the Coalition the general growled in disapproval. "This system is under the control of the separatist alliance and all trading shall be done through the trade federation not third party trades. Now you can remove your combat ready ship from this system and follow trade federation protical or I will open fire and destroy your ship." The general was sick of all these negotiations and pleasantries he had to give out. He was at wits end and would have no regrets destroying the Coalition ship even if it was a civilian ship.

As the ambassador for the separatists went into a shuttle and arrived at the edge of the decepticon dreadnought they sent a message requesting access to the hanger. But the shuttle was protected by six vulture droids who would all land in the hanger and be combat ready in case of any insurgents from within. "This is separatist official Tar Lebrof requesting access to the decepticon dreadnought for negotiations." The Neimoidian asked in a calm and none threatening tone. But tensions where still high among the factions as they all waited at this time where one wrong move could lead to war.

On the planet below unknown yet to the locals three separatist carriers landed and had set up a fortress with gun emplacements and tanks inside metal walls. With a battle droid commander in charge they sent out recon droids. Eight were sent out to check for life or points of interest and one came to the location of Jeshra and her people. In it's walking mode it hid inside the canopy of a nearby tree and recorded their conversations and video recorded their actions. The droid remained quiet as it watched.

After a few moments the hangar opened. Starscream emerged, with Skywarp, Thundercracker, and several Vehicons, specifically of Starscream's Seekers. The vehicons were larger than the Vulture droids, though they weren't the smallest of cybertronians. "Welcome Tar Lebrof to the Dreadnaught."Starscream said. Thundercracker was messing around on some sort of tablet like device. "Alright, all science personnel have been alerted to the Organic Ambassador's presence. If you wish Skywarp and I can speak with Rotor directly."Thundercracker offered. "That would be best. In all honesty I want that psychopath to be confined to his laboratory."Starscream said as Thundercracker and Skywarp shifted into vehicle mode and shot off back into the ship to find Rotor.

Starscream turned his attention to the ambassador. "Come. The hangar is not the most... eh... logical place for this negotiations."Starscream said. "My primary reasons for this alliance would be access to any Energon deposits in Separatist space. I would also like back up against the Autobots, a rival faction of my Species, as well as possible future enemies as I expand Decepticon Territory."Starscream said. "In exchang efor this I offer you my Vehicon Armies, as well as technology unseen by your Separatists."Starscream said.

Jeshera sensed the droid, as did everyone else. They remained silent, not saying a word. They watched the ships, using mental telapathy to figure out which one it came from. Jeshera used her enhanced eyes to find the landing point and the other droids. She shared it with the others, as afraid as they were.

Augustus tensed slightly at Grievous's threat. "You don't seem understand.", He began, his voice taking on a harsher tone. "The Coalition's trade routes passed through here until your blockade. We did not, nor do we desire, to conduct any sort of business with your government. All we want is for any Coalition trading ships to pass through, as they did before, without harassment." He then straigtened up and glared. "And let this be a warning to you, General. Spacefleet is the diplomatic, exploratory, and military arm of the Coalition. This ship is designed for war and survivability in mind. And I am just the captain of one ship and there a thousands more. Think carefully of your next actions, General, because war with the Coalition will end badly... for you."

Without warning, the console to his right gave off a small beep, and information began to show up on the screen. Not wanting to inform the captain verbally and risk giving Grievous tactically important information, Illara had patched the info of several inbound Coalition ships, an entire battlegroup to be exact, coming in a high warp. They would reached the Constantine's position within ten minutes.

As Augustus absorbed this information, he smiled and then turned his attention back to Grievous. "So General, are you going to foolishly start a war? Or will you avert one?"

Soon, Spies of the Varyk Union came back to Hoth to confirm what they have been seeing currently. "Has there been shooting?" Zeke asked. "Not yet," one of the spies said. "Probably will soon, though." This brought the two to thinking.

Grievous heard the cockiness in the captains voice and this made his rage grow. "You think your ships will be enough to destroy us. You seem to be a little ahead of yourself. Were you do have advanced ships we outnumber them four to one." Raising his fist and moving his arms helped emphasis his point. The droid ships shifted their attention from the decepticon dreadnought to the Coalition cruiser. The general did have a point though. Even with the coalation's superior rail gun weapons and slightly faster mobility they would not be able to stand up to the large number of separatist ships. "I have given you an option to restart your trade routes with the trade federation which I know have members in your council. But you are threatening us with war. A war you can not see through." Glaring at the coalition captain the general would physically show a willingness to kill in his eyes. "General we are detecting several Coalition ships entering the system. Each one armed for combat." The tactical droid received this information and relayed it immediately.

On board the decepticon dreadnought the ambassador was negotiating with Starscream. "Yes. You will receive separatist reinforcements against the autobot cause. But in joining the separatist alliance your military would ultimately be under the control of General Grievous. He will have full command over your forces when he see's fit. You would also require a representative in the separatist council." The ambassador stood ad spoke with strength. The two magna guards and eight battle droids with him stood strong ready to attack if called for. In the hanger the vulture droids remains with the shuttle watching and examining the decepticons inside the hanger. Waiting for Starscreams response the ambassador looked out the massive windscreen of the ship to see the Coalition at a standstill in front of the droid fleet.