"The NAC has continued to mine our warp transit bubbles with their primitive and savage nuclear weapons. News continues to stream in from survivors at what is being called the Bagmare Massacre. Apparently the foreign humans who call themselves the Coalition of Ordered Governments have destroyed those brave UEC forces who retreated from the battle. Thoughts of friendship and hope go out to the families of the brave stallions and mares who gave their lives to defend the UEC citizens from the aggressive COG forces. After leading the attack on the NAC, Princess Twilight's flagship, the Element of Magic was crippled by a terrorist attack and was forced to retreat. It is unknown just how many brave UEC soldiers died during the unprovoked and savage initial orbital bombardment, and subsequent siege of the planet before UEC forces arrived driving off the NAC in orbit. Yet we still don't have a confirmed figure to the death toll during the final battle for Bagmare. It has been confirmed that what is presumed to be the primary NAC force on the ground had help from a traitorous slave an unknown female Tymerian. If you have any information that might lead to her capture please approach the nearest military post. On a better note for her masterful planning of the attack and near defeat of the COG forces on Bagmare, during the campaign, Element of Generosity Rarity Belle has been promoted and given command of the Seventh Joint Attack Fleet after which Life commander Rarity had this to say.

"Though we have lost many mentors, good friends and loved ones this day, let us not forget why they have given their lives. So that the UEC may live on and grow stronger from this trial, and together through the magic of friendship we will strike back at the NAC and its allies. We will make them pay for what they have done on Bagmare, but let us not forget that treachery lives among us. This ACM has lived on for too long and we have renewed our efforts in finding their leaders and make them pay for corrupting our youth. We have located a new Celestial system that our scans show is ripe with life. It might be hostile, but we of the UEC prosper in adversity! After Eighth Fleet has been repaired and refitted, we will go forth and continue exploring Lunas night in hopes of finding future friendships. If this life is like the NAC's humans or the new enemy and their black ships, we will prevail. In the princess's name let friendship be magic."

Truly inspirational, Well for one I am sure glad we have Life Commander Rarity on our side, and with that, our time is over this has been White Rose UEC news reporting."

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"WAR!"

"Crisis for humankind. NAC officials admit they underestimated the UECs defencive and offensive capabilities. For the loss of one of the most important and irreplaceable ships in the fleet, the General in charge of the battle has been relieved of his command. Major Packers has been placed in command of COG Fleet Twenty Six. He has hopes that after his fleet returns from Bagmare and the losses are recouped we can continue our offensive against the UEC or the Lankies. Two new Battleships christened Nostromo and Sulaco have just left the fleet yard on Luna, bringing a combined count of NAC and SRA Siegebreaker class ships up to Thirty. The NAC has extended its sorrow to the SRA for the loss of its flagship."

"Recruits"

"Just twelve hours ago, we have received information that the first batch of former slaves will be attending the next NAC military recruitment cycle. Our hopes go out to them and we send with them our strength to go on and fight the enemy be it Lankie or Pony."

"Death"

"The death toll from the battle with the UEC from our engagements around Camelot, Bagmare, SRA archanghosk, UEC Pony, UEC Galimare, and the recent colony of LV-426, reaches into the tens of thousands. Casualty reports can be found on the network."

"Lankies"

"It is still unknown what the Lankies intentions are in this new war, but in good faith whenever we have run into them engaged with the UEC we have aided them in battle. However, this does not mean that our war with them has ceased. We continue to battle them for contested space and they continue to push some of our borders."

"War machines"

"Here we see the NAC's newest Anti-Lankie Vehicle, the All terrain Land Assault System. This particular unit and its Heroic pilot held off a series of UEC attacks during the Bagmare Campaign. Its pilot, SFC Avery Fallon says that "If it wasn't for the ATLAS' the battle on the ground would have been lost." Due to the overwhelming success of the ATLAS, the NAC has decided to go into full production. An act that SFC Fallon has already accomplished allowing the ground team one of whom happening to be a Tymerian to deactivate the shield. The military has plans in the coming months to create a new force of ATLAS, details of which are closely classified. Do you have what it takes to pilot an ATLAS? Join the NAC defence corps and see."

"Heros of Bagmare"

"There were many heroes in the battle for bagmare, but the actions of a few have stood out. The Aforementioned Avery Fallon and the ATLAS pilot who stood beside him, Andrew Grayson are rumored to be receiving the Congressional Medal of Honor for multiple counts of bravery. The Silver Star will be awarded to LT Nathaniel Fick of the Fighting Ninth but that is just the tip of the iceberg. For more information please check the listings on the Network. Do you want to be a hero? Join the NAC defence corps and do your part."

"Freedom!"

"Former slaves from the UEC are joining up to fight for their future. They’re doing their part, are you? Join your local Defence force and save your new world. Remember, service guarantees citizenship!"

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(Miiora)

I am now allowed to roam freely but oddly, I haven't seen Avery Fallon since after I dragged him out of the rubble of the building. I have found however, that after the business on Bagmare, the humans who had been treating me like an outsider, have welcomed me like a sister in their tight brotherhood and have given one of their personal data pads or PDPs.

I am in the one of the reck rooms onboard the Manitoba. And I have found that most of the gestures are definitely male, as is much of the vernacular of much the NAC defence corps itself. Not only do the officers and enlisted men take pride in their profanity, the first time I met Fallon's battalion commander he tells me that the other Liaison who dropped out probably did so because he was a "fucking queer pussy". The technical jargon of the corps is rich with off color lingo, the term "Donkie Dick" for example is used to describe at least three different pieces of marine equipment.

In front of me, two people are sparing on the mat with ropes strung between unused ammo crates. The private in the ring is attempting to spar with a kleese, needless to say, it is quite one sided. The Zaltule Durge picks her up and relatively softly tosses the marine into one of the ropes before scuttling forward. The Kleese are much faster than their size which lets them move and in a blink, Durge is on her pinning her beneath his bulk.

"What did we learn?" Master Sergeant Perkins asks after Durge lifts himself from the marine.

"Not to let a Kleese pick you up." the private says taking off the gel gloves and handing them to someone else.

"If this situation were real, a Kleese would have fanged you. You are much more maneuverable than a Kleese due to your size. Instead of aiming for my plates before you lost your knife, aim for the joints. This is a weak spot on all planted species." Durge says helping his opponent up. It has become a kind of sport to see who can last the longest against Durge. And he is all too willing to let us train against him, giving tips and advice on how to properly takedown UEC soldiers. Stating that while most slave races hated the UEC, there still were sympathisers to watch out for.

"If he picks you up, you could always stab em in the mouth." Snafu drawls before another podhead jumps him and tries to fleck his neck with his knife.

At what passes for night inside of a windowless starship in deep space, they fight constantly. They flip each other headfirst into the metal deck of the ship, they string their friends into headlocks and punch bruises into each others ribs. They lie in wait for one another in the shadows and leap out swinging combat knives, flecking their friends ribcages with little knicks from the knifes tips or dragging their blades lightly across a victims. They do it to keep each other in shape, and for fun. Just like every male ever to establish dominance. The top mare-dogs in the platoon are the team leaders. You can immediately pick out these guys just by the way they move. They have a magnetism that draws people to them like the princesses in the UEC.

I spend my time on my PDP researching human culture and find that it is eerily similar to... My thought is cut off when the door slides open and turn to see Avery Fallon enter the room. The room erupts with a chorus of greetings as my team leader enters the room. I notice a slight shimmer and my heart skips a beat as i ghasp in horror as the I see the prosthetic in place of his right forearm. The UEC has the magic to usually grow another, but the NAC apparently instead of discharging Fallon, instead fit him with a strangely beautiful mixture of metal and black fibers.

"Well look who's out of bed." Forbes says walking up to Fallon.

"That thing looks fucking cool Sarge." Trombley comments

"Ya I think I might replace the other one too. It's a lot better than the old one." Fallon laughs. This is what confuses me about the Humans from Earth, almost any other species would be repulsed by the grievous wound but instead they act like nothing has happened and joke about it.

"So what's the deal?" Parkins asks

"They have me on ZD for a while, and I was confined to med wing for a few days for rehab." Fallon responds. I was about to say something when a set of gel gloves hit me. One hanges from my horn and the other simply hits me on the breast and falls into my lap. I look up and see Perkins gesturing to the ring. I look and see the mixture of NAC fleet and Marines pointing to the ring or taking steps back. Perkins must have read my body language.

"You have been moping on your PDP since we got back. Get in there while I find you an opponent." To this I sigh and with some assistance figured out how to put on the gloves that form to fit my hands. After a second, I stepped into the ring and was surprised to see Fallon with an apologetic look.

"Sorry Miiora. Think of it as a hazing. Or training on how to fight Humans properly." The Human who rescued me from an attempted rape says while shaking his own gloved hands and putting a mouthpiece in.

"Well at least I still have both hands."

"Ooh! Miiora's got some fight in her!" one of the marines says as I crouch before springing forward.

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(Fallon)

"Jesus! Thats fast!" I exclaim as I narrowly dodge the reptilian missile that is the female Tymerian known as Miiora. She kicks her leg out in an arc claws extended I duck under the blow pushing the leg away to move in. Then she springs her hands to the deck using her momentum to turn the failed kick into a reverse scissor kick and lands a solid blow to the side of my head.

"Oooh! Damn!" Trombley yells.

"Yeah! Get him" Parkins yells

I turn back around and see Miiora facing me almost prone on the ground. She is standing on all fours in a feet of flexibility that is completely unattainable to humans, hands flat on the padded deck and standing on her toes. Her tail hovers inches from the ground in a way that I guess her species evolved to sense vibrations or something. Her horns frame her head which, from this angle, resembles a snake's. Her chest heaves in anticipation like a predator observing its prey. Well Humans are the top of the food chain on Earth and i’m not going to back down. I pull the training knife and fake a surge forward prompting her to flinch back.

After this she opens her maw and lets out a hiss as she begins pacing around me and I can see the joints in her knees shifting unnaturally to my Human mind. Seeing her like this, I was reminded just how alien Miiora really is. Miiora's tail twitches and she bursts forward. I was about to counter when a low level arch surges through my body. She sensed the ship was about to enter Alcubierre, I think to myself as I throw a right hook catching her in the ribs, followed by a series of jabs catching her in the chest and lower abdomen as she stands back up.

"Watch the tail!" Grayson yells

I drop to my knees and duck under the blow twisting to the right with my arms in front of me. Miiora is so close to me I can feel her breathing on my neck and I dropped the knife from its reverse grip in my right hand to a reverse grip in my left and snap back to the left. I felt the numbing knife strike before my left hand is slapped with a scaly mass of muscle making me drop the knife. Next thing I know, Miiora has me in a weird kind of chokehold, I can feel her breast pressing into my back and her breathing on my neck as I start to black out.

"Who knows how to fight Humans?" Miiora whispers into my ear, bad mistake because now i know exactly where her head is. I reach my right arm up grab her right horn tight earning a gasp bordering on a moan. Swiveling my weight I grab her clothes with my left hand, flipped her over my shoulder, and throwing her down. She gets back into what I assume is a ready stance when the timer bell rings.

"Draw!" Fick says.

"Damn that looked tough."

"Remind me never to fight a Tymerian"

Six hours later I was lying in my bed smoking a cigarette on my DPD running diagnostics on my ATLAS SD. Forbes is sleeping with the sound proof curtain drawn, and Trombley is cleaning his SAW while talking to Miiora who is much more engrossed in eating what looks like a soy baloney sandwich while stripping an M-66C. She lets out a hiss of frustration and I glance around my PDP and see her tail slapping the deck. At the same time the low level aich goes away and I pull up the telemetry data and a smile creeps across my face. Miiora must have seen it because as she slaps the receiver on the now reassembled M-66c. She gives me a tilt of the head.

"Good news gents." I say

"What do you mean?" Miiora asks as I transfer the telemetry to the holo panel.

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(Miiora)

"Where are we?" I ask as I gaze at the hologram. The celestial system we are in is very diverse but ordinary. Eight planets orbiting around a single star. I was about to question it when the picture quickly flickers and dozens then hundreds of signatures suddenly appear. Most of the ships are highlighted in either Green(SRA) or blue(NAC) but there are still quite a few other colors around the system.

There is a strange gap and slowing in activity around the fourth planet like an egging ceremony. The asteroid belt is alight with activity, as well as the moons of the outer gas giants. Then the foggy third planet appears and my eyes have to focus for a moment because it looks like the fog is moving. After I focused, I see that it is more space traffic than i have ever seen outside of Eques.

"What is this place?"

"This is the cradle of Humanity Miiora, where we took our first steps. Welcome to Sol."