Jeslore...the birthplace of the immortals that had beautifull varied landscapes, blue seas and everything. The whole planet was dedicated to rebuilding the old glory times in a modern polish. The planet was not under rule but was under protection of the immortals and was off limits to anyone not native or not registered as immortal citizens, an admin of the immortals responded to the message of the vigilance. "Vigilance-8809, this is apex admin-83. Access to Jeslore is restricted to those not native or not registered as immortal citizens. Please turn back and head to our primary base of operation, Apex-122 or any viral battleship nearby. Please bear in mind, any planetary scanning equipment, armed weaponry and emps are highly restricted and thus urged to be turned off. Once in orbit of Apex-122 or in a docking station of a viral battleship you will be given further instruction. Thanks and have a nice day."

The ship's crew was now confused. They had just been berated with many terms they had not yet been accustomed to. Most of them did not expect an actual response. The Admiral coughed for a moment, before speaking into his Comms array. "Affirmative. Location of 'Apex-122' is unknown, please give coordinates via data stream. Vigilance-8809 and accompanying fleet will stay in current position until coordinates to planet designation 'Apex-122' have been acquired by Vigilance-8809. Please respond as soon as possible." Admiral Mar finished his transmission, before ordering his gunners to be on the ready. They were not sure what they would find in these uncharted spaces......

"Vigilance-8809, Apex-122 is 4.5 million hunts away from your signal. The coordinates are 2.9.778 west east, 4.3.689 north south and 6.5.211 height and depth. Sending coordinates now, keep a translator handy. And remember, all ship weapons and scanners are to be turned off, this will be verified. Any other questions? if not, have a nice day!" The admin says, it was obviously not an automated as other admins could be heard in the background.

The Admiral Lon Mar nodded to his navigator, who set the coordinates into every one of the fleet's mighty starships. The Vigilance's engines hummed, before the fleet disappeared, reappearing near the shield world of Apex-122. 

Admiral Mar gasped at the disgusting atmosphere of the planet below, disbelief that this planet could be Apex rang through his mind. This world was on the surface dead, by the looks of the metal sheet that covered it. Why would anyone set up shop on a world that can't see it's own sunlight?

The Admiral once again hailed for communications. "This is Vigilance-8809. Requesting Communications and landing on Apex-122. If anyone of authority hears this, please respond to this immediately. This message will repeat." He said, as his fleet refused to move away. They stayed close together, worried of what was to come.

"vigiilance 8809. We have sent one of our employees to come help you. You are in luck as you will be assisted by one of the immortal legends. Expect her soon."  After several minutes a small ship circled around the Vigilance. "This is Keya Gildas from the immortals. Please follow me and i will take you to the landing spot. There is very little traffic today so you can land flawlessly." The fighter flew ahead and led the vigilance to the planet of apex 122. Upon entering the one entrance to the planet it was revealed the inside of the shell was displaying a day and night cycle to mainain the ilusion of a true sky. Soon the fighter led the vigilance to a ship restraint that they could land in. "Land there, stranger. Have a nice day!" The ship said before flying away.

Admiral Lon Mar, slightly shocked by the display, slowly descended, his fleet landing in the docks of Apex-122. He motioned for a communications line, before spurting some orders into it. "This is Admiral Lon Mar of Expedition Fleet 0008. I will require assistance soon, please send ships to rally 10 LY out from our current coordinates. Come to our aid when I send the signal." He ordered, before shutting the link.  The Admiral and his troops marched down to the armory, arming themselves with light weapons, such as pistols, knives and other blades. They had to make sure they would not be caught completely off guard.

Slowly, Lon Mar, followed by a troop of 15 soldiers armed with pistols, exited the starship. They entered into the hub, where their dark attire far differed from the bright colors of the Immortal docking station. "Who are these people?" Lon Mar asked himself, the sunlight of the artificial dome blasting through a large atrium of glass. This artistry, Mon thought, made these 'immortals' seem like quite the weak ones.

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Meanwhile, ten light-years out from the mighty Apex-122, a small fleet was emerging from the void of space. Two cruisers, followed by a plethora of corvettes, gunships, and frigates. One of these ships held one of the two leaders of the Reich itself. Krieg had heard the call, picking up a young fellow by the name of Mershor for assassin work, and quickly bounded to the call of action. Not knowing the extent of the threat, Krieg ordered the ships to stay in their positions, far out of any scanning technology, awaiting the order to either come peacefully, or appear with fire in their eyes.

Meanwhile, Tower and Blaze were walking through the hub as they usually did as Tower noticed the more official looking uniforms they wore as they walked through the hub. Discreetly and out of the audible distance of the reich soldiers they went over it. "Who are those guys?" "I dont know, man. Looks military by the looks of their clothing." "I dont like the looks of it, should we go welcome them?" "Nah, it's cool. I got this. I'll just go chat them up." "Be carefull though, they look like they mean bussines."

Shortly after that the knight left the side of his buddy and went over to the reichstroopers who by now have gone up in the crowd. But with him being quite tall and the reich wearing pretty colorfull and extravagent uniforms it didnt take long for Tower to find them. Suddenly he apeared beside the admiral. "Heyy you dont look like you're from around here. Need some pointers or information around my faction?"

Lon Mar turned to the sound of the voice, adjusting his cap. Their dark armor seemed a pale difference to the Immortal leader's armor. He bowed, taking his hat off. "A good day to you sir. I am Admiral Lon Mar of the Reich. I came on an exploration mission and was routed here by someone in your world of Jeslore to here. I do say, did you say you are the leader of this group. I would love to hear what this group is about," Mar finished, taking a step back from the hulking knight, as did the Reich troopers, wiping fog from the goggles of their gas masks in fear of this massive man.

Tower backed off a little bit seeing how the reich troopers wiped the fog off their goggles. The helmet of him reflected his mood through the vizors on it changing shape and with the strong blue backlight it almost seemed as if he was a robot. "Yes, leader and founder of the immortals. Our faction has been founded 3000 years ago and seeks to put an end to slavery. We had some nasty occurences with it in our past. Though we rather seek to end cruelty rather than slavery, both often go together though so targetting slavery is a step in the right direction. As of now though we're still building up to become significant."

Lon Mar stifled a chuckle. "That, my good sir, is just an odd way of policy. Our policies are much more simple, for the most part. You see, the Reich cares little about your background. It only cares if you are aligned with the dark arts. Then it will take action against anyone who uses the hereticalitly that is magic," Mar explained, before a thought came to his mind. "Say... Tower, was it? Do your people... allow the usage of the dark arts? I'm not trying to be prying for answers, it's just that with everything so bright and grand it seems... off to me."

He already noticed that there was a strong 'dislike' towards the arcane arts. Wich was bad because Tower couldnt help but finding intense hates like this kind of funny. "Yes, we do have several classes in our ranks that use magic. I cant say at the top of my head wich ones because healers and pathfinders arent my terrain usually. But yes, magic is a common thing here, especially during researches." Being open with it seemed like the best course of action, if they went on to look around it would only be a matter of time for them to come across arcania where spectre was seated.

The Admiral twitched at the confirmation of his fears. He began to back away from Tower, towards where the fleet had docked. "If you will excuse me, sir..." He muttered, "I must attend to something back aboard the cruiser.. stay right there, I'll be right back!" He began to speed-walk back to the ships, followed hastily by his troopers.

As soon as he entered the ship, Lon Mar ordered, "Get the engines primed on all ships now. We're leaving at once." The shipworkers nodded and obeyed his every will, as he ran to the bridge, taking his seat. Quickly, the Vigilance-cruiser, the frigates, and the corvettes had all left their docks, and were jumping into faster-than-light speed inside the metal shell, barely making it through.

"This is Lon Mar. All extra forces retreat back to Guer-"

"This is Grand Inquisitor Krieg aboard Auxillary Cruiser 09. Please come to my ship and explain."

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