November 15th

"We are gathered here today, to celebrate our next move. We've attached the Gywneth's Cannon from the weapons platform to one of our larger gunships. Achilles and The Sergeant will pilot the ship, Tora and Edith will be the boarding party, Hank, Philgineer, Vekna, and Vice President Heron, will stay with Captain Neetly, waiting for the cue to enter the scene and hit remaining ships with all they got, especially Anti-DATSHIT missiles. And VP2, VP3, and VP4, will stay in the comms room monitoring the plan. Understand the plan?"

Everyone nods.

"One thing, what's a Anti-DATSHIT Missile." Edith asks.

"Both a stolen and outdated meme. But they do have nuclear cores that explode when detonated. So they're pretty useful." President Goose responds.

"Where'd ya steal it from?" Edith asks.

"A badger. From russia, a russian badger." President Goose responds.

Vice President Heron steps up to the table. "One more thing. Where will you be? The comms room?"

President Goose looks at Heron, then looks at Vekna, and thinks for a second. "What... I will be doing is not of concern, just know I will be doing something important. Do not contact me while I'm gone. Understood?"

"Understood, sir!" Heron yells.

President Goose salutes, the vice presidents and Vekna follow suit, the rest of the mercenaries salute last.

Scuttles sits in the pilots seat, the windows show the void, Achilles sits in the co-pilots seat. Igris stands at the tiny actual co-pilot's console.

It's a silent journey, Scuttles sits, dreading the oncoming battle, Igris stands, dreading the same.

Achilles sits silently staring at the stretching void laying just beyond him. He dreads nothing but the fact that he isn't on the boarding party.

Scuttles flicks a few switches, and lets out a long sigh. "Approaching The Alpha Fleet." Scuttles leans into the ship intercomm. "Prepare boarding party, nearing The Alpha fleet."

"Roger." Says Tora.

"Copy, Roger." Says Emu.

"Uuse help us, we're going in." Scuttles mutters.

The windows turn red, and fade, the eye appears, blinks, and forms back into the stars, The Alpha Fleet fades into view. 

The Dreaded Crown, a battleship of battleships, uniquely designed. It looks like a battleship from earth navys, except 3 times bigger, and no one is on the deck. Oh, and below it is a coilgun longer than the Burj Khalifa is tall

An alert appears on the dashboard. A hail from The Sword Of Norman.

Achilles chuckles when he sees the name. "Seems like Norman's compensating for something."

Scuttles answers the hail. "Hi howya doing."

A video appears across the holographic dashboard, a man in full body armor, the armor is a perfect mix between medieval knight armor and tactical gear. "This is General Clubs stationed in the Alpha Fleet, riding alongside The Dreaded Crown. You are within restricted airspace. Leave immediately or be terminated."

A second hail shows up on the from The Dreaded crown itself, forcing an answer.

On the dashboard now shows a second screen, with The Aging King at the forefront, with General Cavum and General Parvathi behind him.

One look at Scuttles and that gives him all the information he needs. He quickly ends the call. And The Dreaded Crown starts powering railguns.

Scuttles looks visually stressed. Clubs, seeing The Dreaded Crown power weapons, he ends the call as well.

Achilles glances at Scuttles. "Yknow what. Fuck this."

Achilles grabs Scuttles, stands up, puts Scuttles in the co-pilot's seat, sits down in the Pilot's seat, and puts thrusters to full. Speeding past cruisers, too slow to charge their railguns.

Achilles obviously has no idea what he's doing, using all the controls at once. Stopping at The Sword Of Norman, unfortunately a standard long cone shape battleship.

Achilles leans into the comms system. "Boarding Party; You are being dropped off ahead of schedule."

Achilles pulls the ship just shy of crashing through the bridge of The Sword Of Norman, then sends the boarding party drop pod right through the reinforced glass, then speeds off. Achilles turns on comms again. "Take The Dreaded Crown's Shields down from there, and then-" 
Tora cuts Achilles off "We know the plan, just give us a bit more warning next time."

General Clubs in the bridge stands still, arms behind his back, watching the air in the bridge fly out of the hole in the glass, he presses a few buttons, and a Hardlight Screen covers the hole, stopping the exit of oxygen.

"I"ll be out here, yknow, not dying, try not to die yourself." Achilles says before speeding off.

The Boarding pod starts opening slowly, before a metal snap happens, and it stops.
A weak "Shiet" comes from inside the pod.
Before the pod shoots open, Edith pops out, and 360 no scopes the helmsman.
Clubs quickly pulls out a Pisstol (Trademark Pending). A Colt 1911 looking gun, that fires a yellow laser, that douses Edith in yellow.
"Wha-... Wh- Wat." Edith says looking at Clubs.

"It lowers defense by 15 points." Clubs says.
Edith starts to ponder that, before she's hit across the face by General Clubs' Club that he named General Clubbington the third. A club made out of pure Ebony (Obsidian Steel).

Edith is forced down to a kneel, she turns her Hardlight arm into a hardlight sword and slashes at General Clubs, General Clubs blocks with Clubbington. Tora jumps out of the pod and tries to grab Clubs with the atom fire.
Clubs moves asside, and pushes Edith into the way. Tora tries to stop herself, but ends up falling through Edith's hardlight, hitting the ground hard. She turns her glove off just after hitting the ground, and jumps back.
Edith looks down at where Tora fell, and sees a small spot growing. "Hey Tora... Why is it that Dydact doesn't mess with Atom Fire?" Edith says looking at General Clubs also backing away.

"Well, if it starts growing naturally instead of being generated, there's no way to stop it from melting everything into it's base elements... If the object isn't removed quickly, it will melt an object no matter the size." Tora responds.
"DEMONS!" Clubs yells pressing the alarm and running off the bridge.

"Shit." Tora and Edith say at the same time.

Aging King on the bridge of The Dreaded Crown watches out the huge bridge window.

Parvathi is trying to reorganize a file cabinet she accidentally knocked over.

General Cavum is standing next to Aging King.

"So these mercenaries..." Aging King begins. "You've fought them before... How are they in combat? Should General Clubs be worried? And... Is that Gniberry?" 

"Yes, it is Gniberry, and I don't believe Clubs should be worried, they just ran away from me. And Parvathi was... Well. Yknow." General Cavum responds.

"Fair enough. I wasn't expecting a boarding party. Or the Cannon on their hull. They stole it from the weapons platform, but I fully doubt they could really grasp how it works yet." Aging King says.

"Oh, I guess one thing I should mention is that the Skeletene wields an Atom fire." Cavum says.

Aging King stands there for a second, before slowly turning to Cavum. "Fucking. WHAT." 

A red light starts flashing on Aging Kings terminal, he presses the button and the speaker crackles up.

"SOS. SOS. Requ--- ---istance! At-- -ire ab--rd! SOS. SOS." The speaker says.

"Please repeat ship and message please." Aging King says.

"THIS IS THE SWORD OF NORMAN, ATOM FIRE SPREADING, SOS. SOS." The sound seems to degrade, and degrade, and degrade, like melting. Until it cuts out.

Aging King looks at General Cavum. "If... We lose this fight. I'm putting all responsibility on you."

Running back out of the bridge of the ship, Tora and Edith are trying to get to the electrical room. They barely get off the bridge in time for the doors to close and lock air tight, of course General Clubs is waiting on the other side of the door and whacks Tora with Clubbington. Edith turns her arm into a sword again and skewers Clubs.

Edith pulls her sword out and runs. Tora follows Edith rubbing her head.

"Thanks for taking care of him back there, I would've myself, but-" Tora is cut off.

"Shut it Tora." Edith says.

The two make it to the electrical room, seeing hundreds of switches to choose from. The Weavers in the room long gone to evacuate.

Edith looks around. "Lotta switches, We should each take a wall to try and find the switch faster..."

"Or turn off all the switches because we don't need to be careful! Achilles, come pick us up, larboard side, stick the boarding tube through the hull." Tora says.
"Roger" Achilles says from the radio. Tora flips down the "Fuck you and everyone you love; I'm turning off all the switches" switch, power on the ship shuts off, pitch black. Tora grabs Edith's hand and runs towards the Larboard wall of the ship, a few seconds later a boarding tube forces into the ship, Tora and Edith crawl into the ship, and into the cargo bay of the ship. The tube retracts and Achilles speeds away. Tora looks out the cargo bay windows. Escape pods flying out of it, one of them branded with The General's symbol (Pictured below), The Sword Of Norman slowly melts into the basic elements, a cloud of metals, liquids, and oxygen.

(General's Symbol above)

"Dammit, Clubs escaped." Edith muttered.

"Yeah no shit." Tora says.

"Vaffanculo." Edith responds.

"...What?" Tora asks.

In the cockpit, Achilles is talking to Scuttles.

"Why did they put the shield control of The Dreaded Crown on a ship like that anyways?" He asks.

"Well." Scuttles starts. "Speaking as a former Weaver, that was an engineering ship, the shielding of all the ships in the fleet are controlled from that ship. It was a problem with unreliable weavers a few centuries ago, so they only hire senior Weavers who are trustworthy. They haven't accounted for boarding yet. This is a monumentus day believe me."

"Great, now charge the Cannon. I'll get in position before it drains all power from the thrusters."

Scuttles starts charging the cannon, Achilles gets in positon at the starboard side of The Dreaded Crown

Aging King moves over to the starboard side of the bridge.

"General Cavum." Aging King starts.

"Y-yes sir?" Cavum responds.

"You will get escourted home by General Genom, the worst punishment I can give you without demoting you." Aging King continues.

"Yes sir..." General Cavum says.

"Cannon charged." Scuttles says.

Achilles leans into the comms device. "NRG Cruiser, Captain Neetly, please begin your way to our location. We are firing the weapon." Achilles looks at scuttles.

"Achilles heeeeelll, baby." Achilles whispers to himself, he clears his throat and speaks again. "FIRE!"

Gwyneth's Cannon lights up a bright orange, and shoots a projectile at half the speed of light. Tearing The Dreaded Crown assunder, and tearing two ships on the other side of the ship in half as well. 

Achilles lights up the engines and flies out to the front of the fleet, just as The Neetly shows up.

And at that moment, The Gannameade Runner cruiser fires all cylanders at Achille's ship, paralyzing it. The Requiem tractor beams Achille's ship into the hanger, and closes the hanger doors.

On the bridge, Captain Neetly looks at the fleet. "We can do better. Heron!"

"Yes captain my captain?" Heron says saluting.

"Fire all 100 Megaton Anti-DATSHIT missiles at the fleet, and then let's instantly leave." Neetly responds.

"Devilish, captain, on it! Charging Doowlink!" Heron yells

Hank primes the missiles with Vekna pressing the fire button.

Phil's in the engine room, and sends the ship into The Void.

Captain Neetly sits in his captain's chair. And stares out at the void. "Yknow... There could be anything out there. That we just can't see. Hell, this could be the land of the gods..."

Out in the void, staring at the ship streaming across it, The Strange Cassowary sits on the void, next to an armored woman with curly hair and a censor bar across their face.