Bah, Barely accepted as my apprentice an hour ago and already he forgets that I do my own killing. My Wife raised a good point though. Without Optimus Prime's unconditional surrender, this war is not over. The only limitation is that we will hold our war on THIS thread, not his. I would not be surprised if Optimus Prime were to accept my offer of war, but until he returns, there is no such guarantee...

Darth Empyrean stood on the bridge of her flag ship, the Indiscriminating Wisdom when a chuckle floated to her, inches from her ear.

"Beloved." The woman's lips curled into a calm smile. "You are needed at my side. Bring your fleet to me." Without turning Empyrean allows her fingers to trail acrossed the cheek of the phantom standing beside her.

"Yes Master." There is a moment of warm pressure against her neck, and then the air is still and quiet once more. Her crew is staring at her expectantly. They hadn't been able to hear the Phantom, but they could see it. And they had saw it vanish just as suddenly.

Turning finally to face the navagation pilot, Darth Empyrean gives him the coordinates to take her fleet to Darth Mobius' side. As one, all ten of her Crimson Super Star Destroyers leap into hyper space, and it is only a matter of time before they appear once more, exiting perfectly, in tight formation, to appear in front of Darth Mobius' golden fleet.

You wasted no time Beloved. Good to see your fleet is well trained. Darth Mobius voice sounded cheerful enough, but she knew it was because he was looking forward to a fight.

"I had no reason to dally my Lord."

The sound of amused laughter came again, and from one of the Golden Super Star Destroyers hanger bays, a shuttle launched. Knowing it was coming for her, Darth Empyrean met it just as it was landing, climbing aboard and taking it back to Darth Mobius Flag Ship.

Once she had landed, and once she had found her former master, Darth Empyrean waited patiently for orders to send to her fleet. They did not need her aboard. She had them trained well enough they could fight on their own. But in some instances, special drills would need her clearance. And now it was only a matter of time.

Bling Cat:

Qayin:

Forget silly, this is downright awful.

I would disagree, but then I realized that A) This is true and B) I don't care right now. See, I'm not in it to attack Optimus Prime. I don't care about his country, I don't care about the war. I do care, however, about this...

HL Plague666:

Bling Cat:

HL Plague666:

Bling Cat:
Except that I have a fleet bristling with high energy lasers, a sword that transforms into a lightning bolt that gives me godlike powers, an the support of more than three major Greek pantheon gods. Execution will not be an option. Especially since Darth Mobius wants you head.

well scince weve all been genticly enhanced and r invunerable to all puny weapons such as yours...and now we bitch slap you with our god like dick your now pinned to a metalic croos for the rest of escapias existance...

side note it has also come to my attention that there is a force sheild protecting all of escapia from any attack so i declare this day in the name of our king optimus prime all escapians hail lord of all optimus

Do I really have to respond to this? Really? Bitch slapped by a god like dick... Even Ultrajoe couldn't respond to that without lapsing into a fury. A fury I say!

umm no one cares your dead and it was ment as an wait wait wait your nothing i have no reason to explain shit to scum such as you

... I don't like HL Plague 666. At all. He's the only reason I take part. Yes, I'm singling out a user, but only after he has given me good reason.

Holy Shit! That.... was... Gaaaa! My grammar circuits just imploded, and my "Faith-that-not-all-humanity-are-dickheads" ideal just took a serious beating too. Can I... disembowel him with a giant fucking meat cleaver?

Sure.

Edit due to ninja'ed: That was meant for Fish Food Carl. Disembowel him for me, and I'll feed him to my pet who I left on my Flag Ship.

Let the battle begin. Since I have been banned from actually fighting due to my... condition, I will be making sure a feast is ready when all you blockheads decide you are done trying to maul each other.

Following his partner's beacon, Carl attempted to get a feel for these new ships. As his Jotun Fighter pulled up into Docking Bay - Y79E, he wandered why he even bought the confounded contraptions.

"However, they do look (and sound) awesome."

He marched purposefully up the ramp to his personally customised Fighter - Loki's Cunning.

From there he jettisoned the spare parts, slowly ramped up the thrusters, and ejected into the depths of space. From his outer viewpoint, he surveyed his quite pretty fleet. It was also surprisingly big.

2 Tyr Super-Battleships, that acted as mobile ports and command centres.
12 Fenris Wolf Destroyers, that slowly brought up the rear, moving behind cautiously.

Interspersed amongst the larger ships were innumerable smaller models, he glanced down and saw a squadron of Freya Bombers perform a perfectly timed strafing run, twist, and return to their starting positions.

I have trained them well...

He descended in Loki's Cunning , and halted sharply next to his good friend and colleague, Mr. B. Cat.

"Good morrow sirrah. Who or what are we mercilessly and brutally murdering today?"

Update to follow: Right now I am awaiting word on where Mr. Prime wants his battle. Until we know for sure, I will update you all with my current position... All that has transpired up to this point:

Darth Mobius:

A Formal Declaration of War

Darth Mobius' Personal Fleet of 24 golden Star Destroyers, 3 Super Star Destroyers, and 2 Interdictor Cruisers coalesced around the planet Escapia. As powerful as Darth Mobius' fleet was, when combined with the power of Darth Empyrean's ten Crimson Star Destroyers and Darth Corruptus' ten Black Star Destroyers, he had more than enough power to interdict the entire system.

Darth Mobius began issuing orders as soon as his fleet had confirmed operational status.

"Disperse the fleet. I want the Super Star Destroyer Fallacious Reasoning over the North Pole, the Misleading Statistic over the South Pole, and use the Ragnarok with her superior speed and maneuvering for intercepting incoming enemy ships. I want Corruptus' Encroaching Darkness in Geo-synchronous orbit over the Capital. The rest of the fleet is to be assigned a sector over the planet and maintain position. This siege is merely the first stage. Once our ships are in position, I want the Army to begin landing it's troops outside of the major towns and cities, but it is to hold position until I give the order. The Force Grip and Grasping Hand are to power up their Gravity Well projectors along the most common entry and exit vectors so that no shipping can enter or exit the system."

He turned to his the commander of his ground forces.

"General, Begin landing your troops. I want all units in position within three hours. I will be leading the ground assault personally. remember, the goal of this operation is to take Optimus Prime alive so I can accept his surrender personally."

the Admiral and general both snapped off a perfect salute and begin issuing orders.

As one, 40 Star destroyers broke out of formation and began surrounding the planet. As they maneuvered into position, their belly hangars began disgorging landing craft carrying over 15 million ground troops into battle. Among the immense landing craft carrying over 500 AT-AT Walkers and 10,000 AT-ST walkers to the ground, a single Gold shuttle could be seen carrying the Dark Lords Darth Mobius, Darth Empyrean, and Darth Corruptus to the planetary capital.

Optimus Prime:
Oh golly gosh, I spend one day, ONE DAY, going to the cinema and THIS happens to my country? Well, fight fire with fire. Martial Law is declared and also our WMDs (courtesy of own weapons management division) have all been unleashed upon Darth Mobius (or whatever that dirty biggamist calls himself).

UNLEASH THE CANNONS!

I declare war! All citizens of Escapia, UNITE! And a medal for all loyal subjects!

Darth Mobius:
As the first Ballistic Missile began it's flight, Darth Mobius' new pet project was released. The Star destroyer Test Platform XD-01 moved within range of the incoming weapons. A single round, a three pound projectile, burst forth from one barrel of the experimental Rail-Gun system. It hit the first missile at 6 times the speed of sound, creating an impact speed of over 10,000 kilometers per hour. The missile disintegrated.

As more and more missiles launched, more and more Rail-guns began plucking them from the sky.

"So be it, OPTIMUS PRIME, you have just signed your death warrant."

"Initiate Attack plan Delta 6-5."

Suddenly, a fleet of Giant walkers appeared around the city and began firing their turbolasers into the throngs of civilians who were standing around, attempting to rally against the mighty Army Darth Mobius had summoned.

Alright, we simply need for Optimus Prime to return and begin his brave yet foolhardy defense of his home planet.

Darth Mobius turns to the so-called "King."

"I will give you this one opportunity to surrender and die peacefully. If not," A snap-hiss announces the ignition of both of Darth Mobius lightsabers. "You can die violently. Your choice."

Carl took the piece, examined it closely, before he realised that he needed to sleep. He was unsure if he would miss any festivities slaughter, but he hoped that tomorrow, he might kill something for his leader.

Darth Empyrean glances at the newcomer, and a slender brow arches in amusement. "Minister of the Imperial Secret Police? Eternum... Did I miss a Memo or am I seeing things? Who is this guy?"