Plans

Akiyama glances through paperwork, having enjoyed the dinner, but back to work, many of the sheet something only he could Sign.

Meant for the expansion and environment. Especially after the first use of a quaser, something the nobility find as extremely threatening.

Wanting him to dispatch guards to look for the person responsible for such a cataclysmic Power, unaware of him being the perpetrator.

The Ai systems working on fixing the Damage of the Quasar, something that created an entire canal split through a continent.

he ignores most of the Nobility request, seeing no point in searching for himself, or give them any advantage against him.

Mutter "I'd rather that not use that fact. I can create a quaser as an excuse to dishonour me." Before against sighing "how much Godamn Agriculture do we fucking need."

Seeing the request, he stop "oh it's a request for a greenhouse. Specialized in tropical food." he stare at the Initials for it.

"Countess Astraea, hmm, she may be like me to be requesting such a specific thing. She couldn't be part of the native population because of their lack of knowledge about tropical foods. Hmm."

He contiunes to read through it the message including Impossible mention such as banana watermelons, peaches, and oranges.

Something those of the netherworld never recalled within their history, of their ways, only really focus on combat. When they get called by a human of earth, even he never really thinking of such a luxury.

"however, it may prove useful Over Apples and the few Fruits we have here." he writes down his signature and a project date.

The current projects happening that require more attention, such as barricading the Defiled Lands that give Rise to corpses.

Without fighting, The Overseer of it proven by the corruption of the gate ruled by a tier five, having never been transported to fight it.

The God of undead realizing its presence in Indonesia has lessoned drastically on a specific Island, the disappearance of several gates in Japan weakening his presence there as well.

Rising resistances coming to be in those area's the Utter Capture of North America also an enormous blow to him, the Gates in Russia. Entirely guarded by resurrecting soldiers of unknown origin.

Akiyama smiles. "I can feel it. His power is weakening, but this foreboding feeling won't go away. He clenches his chest. "And it's just growing stronger."

He mutters, returning to paperwork as a snack is brought in for him, by Regan, back to having Some Sleep, he sets down the simplistic pork chop and potatoes.

"thank you Regan." he says, barely paying attention as he continues to work on the paperwork to get it completed, his stack having shrunk from twice his seated size.

to a quarter of his arm, Military Expansions Territory claims political gathers and Much more filling out most of it.

"hmm another fucking One My Lord." the many shitty political gathers beginning to annoy him as half if not more of the stack of papers. Comprises these things as if they aren't aware he's going to refuse them having no purpose for it.

the fortress A.I appear in front of him, "[the entity has stopped scouts send that direction thought closing has stopped being destroyed.]"

Akiyama glances at him. "Hmm, is that the case? Was there a habitable world on the way? Scanning the results, "[I believe a Tyrana nest world was within that direction.]"

He nods. "And the Mechana are holding them down or something like that?" The Ai responds "[The Mechana are in this world. We've picked up their signals from Antartica.]"

He nods. "are they aware of the Rising presence of us?" the Machine responds "The Cybran have been keeping. Then silenced by pressure with their lobotomized servitors and monstrosity, however, a trace of a warlord is prominent ."

Akiyama questioning "warlord?" The fortress display a more mech than human cyborg "[Warlords the head and leader of entire Fleets of the Splintered Cybran Faction. ruling with a tyrannical Iron Fist.]"

It shows an enormous being more akin to a tank on legs than human, the Suit of Armour entirely engulffing its body. A Massive high explosive machinegun is hoisted on its left arm.

the Right, a cybernetic brute fist holding an inflamed sword, well the shoulder above the black slick armoured Giant is home to a drone bay.

The other A folded down Anti-Tank gun. "[,this is warlord Cenk, the one responsible for most Cybran operations on Earth at the time he was supposedly killed within the last exchange of humanity. Could fight within before being pinned and forced to the netherworld. Each Cybran warlord has different Weapons.]"

He nods. "But their Armys are primarily the same." Fortress replies, "[Yes, often the zombie lowest class of cyborg is only changed to have more weapons and the monstrosity maybe more flesh and muscle.]"

He nods "alright Fortress." his comms "can you get me in contact with the Mechana. I want to know the situation with them as they seem to still supply a presence on earth.

Fortress responds "[as you wish Lord, however, it may prove more appropriate to make your way over as Drone. Support to help the Mechana stabilized on world and confirm their stance]"

He nods. "Prepare to launch the calibrations for the drones over to the Mechana." The fortress confirms "[we've also determined a small Scouge hivesyndic presence alongside the Mechana. The Cybran seems to be the only one of our enemies who pay mind to this world, yet our allies hope we return.]"

He smiles. "Block communications of the Cybran. We don't need our enemies finding out we have come back to presence."

"[The drones are complete]" he nods "[blockading Cybran network isolating Planet]" the Drones enter the atmosphere aflame on the front line of the mechana and Scouge.

The Mechana response immediate. "[Detected unidentified Aircraft Calibrating Anti Air defense detecting Projected course.]"

The drone blow apart the Cybran Forces running along the unprepared. "[high queen we've-]" the scourge responds "we are aware we've also perceived these Undetermined Aircraft."

She walks on her needle tipped six legs having a large abdomen resting outside of what can only be called a Brooder, the primary incubation structure of the Scouge hivesyndic.

"[It appears to be suppressing the Cybran Considerable. It does seem to be kept within my data banks as something once used. However Limited the matrix is here.]"

The Scouge Replies "Can you dig out the aircraft record? I'd like to know who could support us in humanity's homeworld. With their descent in to the Netherworld to avoid extermination."

"[I will attempt so, however, the Matrix Connection here is limited processing because of the ongoing conflict throughout Mechana's territory.]"