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Region: New World Union

The Unified American Federation wrote:The Shield of Secrecy Broken

When the Meneldor breached the 1st Perimeter Boundary, The American Defense system went into absolute overdrive as Ships across the system began to rush towards the perimeter Breach. 3 Infinity class supercarriers, The Armstrong, Ouroboros, and Ragnarok, all began to deploy their 11 Stalwart class Frigate escorts which they housed within themselves.

On the Ark itself, a General alert was sounded as Civilians and Military personnel were being tasked with evacuating to their bunkers or a safe location as the Perimeter was breached. The President himself was present in New Columbia when he was briefed about the situation. As the ships approached the Meneldor, a general message was broadcasted to the large ship. "Unknown vessel, Identify yourself! You are in violation of the American Perimeter Defense network. Please Identify yourself or we will be forced to defend out home!" The voice over the communication stated. Though the ships were still a few hundred miles away in sight range, the Infinity class ships and Stalwart class frigates were equipped with weapons capable of attacking from such a distance.

On Mars, the scene was absolute chaos as Mothball fleets were ad hoc assembled with some ships deploying towards the Boreal ocean where a slipspace gate was soon activated by Martian Federal Forces to help aid in taking the American Martian Defense fleet and sending them to the Washington System. Though the trip normally took 2 weeks by Slipspace, it would only take 12 hours via the Martian Gate. It would only be online for an hour before needing to recharge over the course of an entire month...if all went smoothly which it sometimes often didn't with such an energy hungry device on such a large scale. With the slipspace portal opened, it was a bit hard to keep under wraps that something was going on with the American Federation. With a vast swath of their Solar defense fleets being redeployed through the portal to the Washington System, every other nation in the solar system would just see it as nothing more than an American withdrawl, though wherever the fleets went, the Government wasn't going to say as the location of the Washington System was never publicly shown on any Galactic map of the country.

There was no response.. though with the three Infinity class's taking 'hostile measures' the rest of the fleet was given the green light.
The Meneldor suddenly was not alone, a crescent shaped formation began to form, surrounding half the system.. at first it seemed like space itself was ripping apart but that light surrounded by darkness was replaced by ships, so many ships. In total there was about 650 ranging from dreadnoughts to frigates, all present all in an hour. and now all of them began to close in, moving further, though rather slowly as the crescent seemed to to expand, trying to form a circle around the Ark and by extension New Columbia.

Aboard the Throne room in the Meneldor, Emperor Tar-Ñaltanáre sat upon his throne, joined by his court, including his children, all seemingly ready for combat.
"My ships are beginning the encirclement as we speak. Though it'd be preferable if we could take care of their pitiful ships first. We have the numbers.", Tar-Caranor spoke, his arms crossed and his red hair flowing from his helm.
"I agree with my brother, if were to attack now we can have this entire system under our grip in days, we're losing valuable time.", Tar-Carniangodîr then added, pacing back and forth slowly as he held his helmet in one of his hands.

Standing close to the throne and observing was the third prince, Rîn.. and one of the only Prince's who was not a king, but a keeper of the tree Silpion. He admired his brothers.

Tar-Ñaltanáre smiled, he then gave a chuckle before speaking.
"Nonsense.. we are not here to invade, only show a glimpse of our strength. For now they will see us as aggressors, they will hate us but it will pass."

Rîn looked up at his father, his silver-hair shining as his head turned.
"But father.. they're.. Calcanos. They know nothing of peace."

Tar-Ñaltanáre then chuckled again.
"That's because they're not Calcanos.. they're Humans."

Everyone looked up confused
"What?!", they questioned.

Tar-Ñaltanáre then pressed a button on the arm of his throne.
"Bridge, open up communications."

Lord-Admiral Oialëon sitting in his seat in the bridge acknowledged his Emperor's orders and began to return to the American's hail, using real time translation software taken from another first contact.

ATTENTION AMERICANS, THIS IS LORD-ADMIRAL OIALËON OF THE MENELDOR, SPEAKING ON BEHALF OF HIS MOST HOLY IMPERIAL MAJESTY, TAR-ÑALTANÁRE. LET IT BE KNOWN WE COME IN PEACE AND HIS MOST HOLY IMPERIAL MAJESTY SEEKS CORRESPONDENCE WITH YOUR KING OR CHIEFTAIN.

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