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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Gabag on September 13, 2010, 07:55:59 PM
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Welcome to Sigmuntum Solar, my giant Empire manager and Space game. Here the goal is to assure total domination over all others
be it through culturally and making them worship the same celebs you worhsip
or good ol fashioned conquering and imposing marshall law.
There is no wrong way to approach the goal, unless you cheat and use powers you never specified.
Good Luck
and Good Luck again.
(ok, a few ground rules
1. begin introduction posts now
2. When you go to unexplored systems, i might conjure a random event to happen, such as finding the old wreck of an extinct race or something
3. My Word is Law, for I am the Giant Universal hand, and it will come slapping if need be
4. A post order will happen, sometime
5. Dont whine if NPC factions attack, deal with it and FIGHT BACK!
6. have fun)
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"The true vastness of space, the universe and life is never truly understood, even by the greatest of us."
- Kel'ka'tai, Honourable Scholar of the Khe'val 23,356Anum
-Stardate: 24,455Anum -
-Location: Khe'val, Outer Patrol Route 12 -
-Ship: Khav'an'saar 'The almighty' -
-Crew: Minimal-
-Status: Conducting search and rescue for stricken civilian vessel -
In the inky darkness of space, a single ship sailed silently through the ether. Its sleek hull of overlapping bronzed armour glinted in the far-off sunlight, swimming through nothing as calmly and majestically as a gigantic ocean-creature. A forest of weapons studded it's flanks, accompanied by the occasional brightly-lit window or view port. The ship turned in a lazy arc, engines thrumming...
-Ksch- "Roger two delta, this is the Khav'an'saar... Anyone receiving me?" The captain looked across the bridge, a myriad tangle of command consoles and pilots. The technical-coordinator looked up from his headset to the captain, before turning back to the large touch-screen -Ksch- "This is the Khav'an'saar, is anyone out there?" The captain sighed, her horned head bowing as if in prayer. Out of the long view-window of the bridge, a veritable graveyard hung in the darkness.
The gutted remains of a ship, floated, still spewing occasional sparks. Around it swam the remains of its crew, bloodied and torn, drifting lifelessly. The captain sighed again, sitting down heavily into her padded seat "Coordinator... Mark the date... No survivors... Attacker, unaccounted for... Estimated dead..." Sighing yet again, she tapped one hand distractedly on the arm of her chair "Estimated dead... Five thousand..."
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1705 - Aboard the Battle-Cruiser Genesis
Suspect Interrogation #1 - Relating to survival of a small band of Reuqon
SuspectA - Currently sitting, handcuffed to a chair in a pitch black interrogation room with a single lamp providing only enough light to see the door handle.
Jewrnin Grefas - Walks into interrogation room with a few files, and sits in a chair on the opposite side of the table to SuspectA. "Do you know why we brought you here Sito Doridan?", he said after a few moments. (Sito = salutation equivalent to Dr.)
SuspectA - "Because I'm the prime suspect for an act of treason?", he replied.
Jewrnin Grefas - "No, I mean upon this ship. You do know you are on the Genesis, correct?", Jewrnin asked.
SuspectA - "I've no idea..."
Jewrnin Grefas - "Because we know of your ingenious mind with technology. You used to be Head of Defensive Weaponry productions for the WDCD, working directly under Derik Gensen. We brought you here, upon the strongest and most heavily defended ship inside and out, because we know how much of a dangerous man you are. Now please, take a look at this. You may recognize it.", he says as he slides to him one of the files.
SuspectA - "I do. These are the blueprints to the SDT's I developed, inside and out."
Jewrnin Grefas - "Good good, now turn to page 6 of those very blueprints, and then take a took at page 4 of these blueprints.", he says while sliding over another file. "What's the difference between the two blueprints?"
SuspectA - "Mine is called a Super Defense Turret, and is made with Genisian style of design. The other is called a Banisher, a Reuqon infantry weapon that is worn on the backs on Hellgrinders, and used to take down anything in its path."
Jewrnin Grefas - "Anything else?"
SuspectA - "My Super Defense Turret uses a total of three less parts than the Banisher. Including a Belt Buckle and shoulder straps. The third is a waste of a screw that the Reuqon put in for effect. Mine is also modified to look completely different from the Banisher."
Jewrnin - "Well its good to know that you're not hiding anything Sito, but please tell us where you obtained the blueprints for the Banisher? The war ended between us and the Reuqon long before you even started working at WDCD. So tell us, if not show us, your Reuqon contacts. We know you're in contact with them, we know you know where they're hiding. We also know if you tell us on the planet Artain, your going to get a few punches to the stomach. So tell us where they are, and that is all. If you cooperate, your sentence will be reduced. I guarantee it."
SuspectA - "Don't take the Reuqon for fools. They developed interplanetary space travel before you could even get to the moon. They're in a completely different Galaxy. I can tell you only which Galaxy, but I would be unable to produce a planet name, or even a solar system."
Jewrnin - "So why don't you tell us?"
SuspectA - "Because the Reuqon are going to find you, long before you find them."
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~BUT YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!! There are over 3 trillion people on this world!!~
"You should have thought of that when you declared war on us! We would have happily coincided on your planet but you opened fire, and now I am out an ambassador and a brother! As we speak your world now knows who has brought them to oblivion. Their beloved King has killed them all."
~Please! Have mercy!~
The Tongue snarled at the groveling king from the bridge of the Scythe.
"Harvester at full capacity, O' Tongue. Its now or never."
"Let the Feast begin" The Tongue dropped his hand and soon the Harvester was spewing its caustic payload onto the planet below. The Hyper Ooze melted metal and flesh alike, quickly turning the lush forest word into a reddish brown wasteland. The entire world was covered in 30 minutes.
Word spread quickly through the Vurakan Armada that a new planet was ready for colonization. Within the next 72 hours, hundreds of thousands of civilian ships descended upon the world to begin colonization. Many in the Dauntran Maw rejoiced at the thought of such a spectacularly large planet to colonize, but a select few remained worried. Their population was growing far too fast. Not even a hundred planets of that size would hold for long. Behind the chatter and clatter of the Maw, a small group of Teeth whispered to one another about perhaps the development of a sterililization agent. They only whispered however, for it was treason to think of defacing their DNA in such a way.
A body can be replaced but a gene cannot.
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There was static while the radio opertator turned the dials. There was not a soul left behind in the debris the floated aimlessly through space while the White Star patrolled the outskirts of the Drumar Glalaxy. "Someones got some explaining to do..." Commander Morgan thought to himself as he stood on the bridge of Icarus 9. -Ksch- "Roger two delta, this is the Khav'an'saar... Anyone receiving me?"
"SIR! I've got something!" The operator fiddled with the dials once more, trying to get a better signal. Morgan rushed over before taking hold of the receiver.
"This is Commander Morgan of the Icarus 9. Identify yourself. Over." Morgan waited for a response through the static. "Can anyone hear me? Over." He added once there was no reply. "I repeat, this is Commander Morgan of Icarus 7, identify yourself or you will be fired upon! Over!"
There was a loud beeping at the controls. "Sir, we have an identified spacecraft on radar." Morgan turned to the navigator then back at the reciever. "Is it the Vltava?" The nervous navigator asked.
Morgan looked down. "If it were, we'd be under fire by now. No, this is someone else." He turned to the bridge where bodies flew past into the abyss of space, a light in the distance shown bright. It was a ship.
"Plan of action, Sir?" The receiver asked.
"We don't fire unless fired upon, soldier." Morgan replied before returning his attention to the window.
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"Together, a Nation... Separated, an Anarchy."
- Kel'ka'tai, Honourable Scholar of the Khe'val 23,348Anum
The operator of the Khav'an'saar bridge literally jumped in his seat, stuttering madly "Captain! We have a return message!" The captain looked up, eyes suddenly hopeful again. The operator tapped fervently at his wide touch-screen, flicking expertly through the controls "The signal is not Khe'val sir... It doesnt register on any of our fleet wavelengths..."
Frowning, the captain stood up from her chair, horned head turning to the wide windows of the bridge. Silhouetted against the sun was a ship, hard to see clearly past the dazzling light. She flipped down her own headset, licking her lips "Operator... Prep starboard batteries for firing sequence one..." She flipped a small switch, staring at the ship on the horizon.
-"This is Captain Hes'tel of the Kha'van'saar. State your reason for attacking an unarmed civilian vessel... We do not want more bloodshed on this day." -
Flipping the switch off, the captain sighed, watching the opposing ship. She blinked, squinting... Something was moving amongst the wreckage, a flicker of movement for a second...
"CONTACT! Captain, we have inbound fighters!" The operator pointed, rather needlessly at the wreckage of the civilian ship. A group of at least fifty longsword bombers had swarmed from their hiding places amongst the debris, engines bursting into life. The captain quickly flipped a switch on her headset, pointing to the incoming pirates "Bring the ship around, port weapons battery open fire!"
The swarms of ship closed in, as the Kha'van'saar pivoted slowly around. The ship's armoured flank shone in the sunlight, weapons glinting. There was a flurry of muffled thuds from the massed cannons, followed a second later by the veritable hail of explosive rounds. Bombers where torn assunder, bodily fluids and fuel mixing in the ether along with flying parts of steel. The first twenty bombers exploded in a vibrant pyrotechnic display, but there where too many, swarming closer and closer to the sleek frigate. Finally they reached weapons range and let loose a volley of missiles, warheads streaking towards the Kha'van'saar.
At the bridge Hes'tel grabbed hold of her seat, shouting into the headset "BRACE FOR IMPACT!"
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LOG 1: Kalessandra
Planet Eenia
Tlckc. Tlckc. Tlckc.
The tennis ball clacked as it bounced across the pearlesque marble, and into the far corner of the court.
"Dammit! Not again!" A disgruntled President ran for her lost ball. Her voice was not at all as angry as the printed words make her seem. Instead, it was soft, and low, almost unheard. She, almost tripping over her plain one inch heels on the way, fetched it and then returned to her spot on the other side of the net. "Got it!" She served. It was a lovely court, patterned with emerald colored tiles and fancy plants to the brim. Her partner was a man she truly fancied, a dog type, regal, collie. But the question was...was whether she would ever be allowed to date him. Further, she wondered if he even liked her, what with her glasses, her awkwardness and youthful nobility and shyness....even her inability to actually hit the ball now and then. She could be a weirdo sometimes as well.
A few more back and forth turns of non-intensity and her game was interrupted again.......
"Madam! Madam President! You have a phone call!" Heaving for breath and raven hair plastered down with sweat, a jaguar-type man ran up next to her.
She used unreality to bring it the ball back into her hand...one moment it was rolling away again, the next it vanished. The next second it was in her hand. "Can whoever it is handle it themselves? I'm busy." she whispered.
"I think not....Y-you see...The Nuarline has been captured by an alien force. We don't know how or why. Also...it seems like Lssya has escaped again." He seemed scared...like he thought she would hit him. She probably would.
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As the Long swords were weakening the new target's defenses, Ten Stingray Boarding ships flew out of the wreckage, discharging ion missiles at the now swarmed ship.
The Marauders had arrived
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Jewrnin Grefas walked out of the interrogation room with his files. All was fine with his posture except for his contemplative facial expression. Frundish Crecs then walks around the corner, preparing to ask how it went when Jewrnin interrupted him with a quick, "We're in trouble."
"What's happened?", Frundish asked
"We got all the information we could. We know exactly which galaxy to go to, but that's it. The Reuqon are indeed still alive, If they even call themselves the Reuqon anymore. They way that the suspect put it, the Reuqon seem to be preparing to strike back at us."
"How's that possible? We drove them from this Galaxy via extermination!"
"Apparently not. Possibly they knew that we were preparing to strike down their newfound planet, and they sent a few ships to another Galaxy. Remember, their technology was once higher than ours. Who knows if it still higher or not, but we need to hurry."
"Hurry and do what?"
"Get a few ships over to the Galaxy and start running some sweeps. We should still have the short range sensors that detect Reuqon DNA patterns, perhaps we could intall them in our sensors for long range over solar systems."
"Great idea. I'll prepare a small fleet."
"Small?"
"Well yes. There may be other forms on intelligent life on this new Galaxy, and I shan't scare them away with a fleet large enough to possibly destroy them. You stay here with Derik and keep things going, I'm going to take the Genisis and two Arkitry class frigates with me. I won't be defenseless in case I do meet up with the Reuqon, whatever they may call themselves now."
"I'll get a few ships prepared.", Jewrnin says, ending the conversation. He then plops on his headset to issue a few commands, "Pilots, we need to make port at Arkain. Tell them that we're going to be there in a half hour and two prepare two of their best Arkitry class frigates, loaded with as much supplies as Possible, and medium level defense capabilities. That is all."
"War has always been a part of our history Jewrnin. This is simply another episode.", Frundish said before leaving to take command of the bridge. "Oh! and you may dispose of the suspect. We no longer need the traitor."
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The Kha'van'saar was listing to the starboard, tilting precariously in space as the bombers continued to swarm. Its bronzed armour was now blasted and scarred, black scorch and impact marks across its flanks. To credit the builders however, the Khe'val armour had held out against the initial attack, the defensive nature of their ships revealing its innate strength.
At the bridge of Icarus 9, a crackling and scrambled message burst through the radio. Despite the heavy static, it's meaning was still clear "This is the Kha'van'saar, we are under attack! Requesting Immediate assistance!... I repeat, we are under attack by unknown asailants, requesting immediate - ksssshhhh---
Out across the void, ion missiles impacted across the frigate's hull, blue flashes bursting in the darkness. At the bridge of the ship, Hes'tel was thrown back into her seat again. Her operator shouted from across the room, tapping frenziedly across his large touch-screen "We have multiple hull breaches levels five through six... Nothing extensive... Our Phaze hull is absorbing the ion weaponry at a sixty percent rate, so far electronics are still functioning..." He was interrupted by a flashing warning sign, blaring across his screen "Impact in level eight, armour has been compromised!"
Hes'tel slammed her fist into the arm of the seat, staring out of the bridge view window. Past the explosions and swarming bombers, hung the Icarus "Try and contact that ship again, they could be our only hope now"....
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"Well, it seems like we are in a spot of trouble here, now aren't we?" Kalessandra sipped gingerly from a plastic cup full of flavored drink in one hand, using the other hand to hold up her Lightpad so she could communicate properly, the projected miniature of a Cyigotha (possibly a past naud-phot) military leader cast upon the white marble table she sat at. She had since boxed the ears of the unfortunate jaguar who happened to get in the way of her 'lashing out,' and had made her way to a private 'viewing room,' the purpose of which was actually for watching the sunset every night, but made a very good retreat for things such as this.
"There were estimated to be around five thousand Rnar and Danarno abord at the time of the pirates' attack...the number of military personel and Cyigotha abord is still unconfirmed." He knew better than to tell her about the other races abord...she did not care.
"And?"
He jumped. "And...And I need your help to-"
The President cut him off with a sharp tone as if meant to douze fire. "To do nothing, that's what you need my help for. It's one ship, pirates. All they probably care about is money, so there is no threat of National concern. Just surround it and kill them all. You're done. No more pirates. With all we have it would be a cakewalk to destroy that entire ship and everything floating around it, eliminating trouble as easily as if I decide to press the 'delete' button after our little conversation here. Then, when it's all said and done we build a new N and up our security tenfold to prevent it fron happening again."
"But shouldn't-"
"No. If you have a problem with my suggestion, either contact my brothers for a second opinion or figure it out yourself. What makes you think I know how to help you anyway?"
"Why you would want to destroy a ship full of your own civillans to solve any problem is beyond me. But if you think it is best I have no room to judge, madam." Every word came with bitter reluctance.
"Good. Now hang up. I have a naughty naud-phot to find...again. I keep telling them to take her for walks every so often. But do they listen? Never."
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The captured Naurline is being contained in the Omega Epilson system. A system with no planets, but a single star, which shone with a bright blue hue.
Around the captured vessel Longswords swarmed around, doing perimeter patrols, or just admiring their new catch. Stringray boarding ships were busy going to and fro between a giant freighter, obviously stolen, constantly loading and unloading the loot.
Accompanying the freighter were some of the Marauders more defensive craft.
Frigate sized ships, bristling with firepower, and moderately power void shields, and decent armor. all the prisoners were gathered in the Naurline's dining hall, with Two Marauder captains keeping vigil, and ready to use their new catch to fight.
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As the Kha'van'saar was being bombarded in projectiles, two Stingray ships moved in 'capture' formation while the others continued to volley ion projectiles in a line and with different firing times, similar to the firing line of British Redcoats.
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A small fleet (200 ships...yeah, thats their small) of civilian ships found themselves off course on the way to the newly conquered planet. Having lost contact with the main fleet, they send out a vuraxin probe to see what lies nearby.
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Morgan's head twisted in the direction of the radio while the muffled message came through. "This is the Kha'van'saar, we are under attack! Requesting Immediate assistance!... I repeat, we are under attack by unknown asailants, requesting immediate - ksssshhhh---
The receiver's gaze turned to his commanding officer, his mouth open with concern. Morgan's face creased into a slight smile. "Looks like we got us some friendlies out there..." He said. "Signal ships Icarus 4 and 7 for backup and arm the cannons." The reciever immediately signaled the other ships in the area, while voices crackled over the radio in response. "Engines full speed ahead!"
Meanwhile gun crews rushed to battle stations along the deck of Icarus 9. Many manned the anti-aircraft cannons while several others took hold of assorted small arms. Icarus 9 was well on it's way to defend the unknown ship. Anti-air crews immediately began to fire into the stars in all directions, taking out many of the small ships assaulting the Kha'van'saar. Morgan noted the larger sized frigates moving in. His crew were unloading on every ship in sight. He turned to the dispatcher. "Status of Icarus 4 and 7!?" The dispatcher listened to the radio breifly before answering. "They're on their way, Sir. ETA is unknown."
Morgan looked down. "Activate the XHR-01R." From out the bridge window, the stars were lit up by gunfire and explosions. Artillary cannons were dropping payloads down on the enemy frigates only to be thwarted by the enemy's armour. Morgan clenched his teeth. The immense shelling done by Icarus 9's bombardment was slowly chipping away at the enemy's armour. It was only a matter of time.
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"Take the hand of the stranger, take no first impression on the alien... But if they prove unworthy, may they pray forgiveness from the Khe'val..."
- Hel'va'sall, Honourable Captain of the Khe'val 28,224Anum
At the bridge of the Kha'van'aar, Captain Hes'tel clutched at a long railing that ran around the edge of the room. The ship itself had only ten crewmen, with almost all the weapon systems being either automated or controlled by gunners at the bridge. The bridge itself was state of the art Khe'val technology, shielded and covered in thick armour, it sat just behind the bulk of the ship's armoured prow...
"Captain, we don't have the point-defence systems necessary to win this... Our Phaze cannons are missing with almost every shot!" Hes'tal looked across at her gunner, a young female Khe'val with braided hair, who was furiously tapping across her touch-screen, trying to gun down the fast moving pirates.
Suddenly the ship rocked again, tilting even further over to the starboard. Several stray shell had smashed into the Kha'van'saar's hull, shells that had not been launched by any pirate... "Look, Captain!" Hes'tel looked to where the operator was pointing, at the hulking form of Icarus 9, guns blazing as it manoeuvred towards them... Hes'tel punched the air, the day was not over yet... "Pilot, put all power from the weapons to the engines, and head for those ships!" She pointed towards the two stingray frigates, a plan already forming "All ahead full, ramming speed!"
The Kha'van'saar lurched, engines suddenly roaring into life. Phaze-generated ion streams pulsed and the bronze-armoured ship righted itself, now heading directly for the pirate frigates. It gained speed at a phenomenal rate, far exceeding it's appearances, armoured prow gleaming... The stingrays split formation, easily dodging aside the lumbering ship... "Now, operator... Switch all power to port and starboard weapon batteries, gunner, blow them out of the sky!" The space around the Khe'val ship burst into light and flame, hundreds of explosive rounds pumping into the surprised pirates...
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Suddenly a Battle Cruiser and two more frigates warped not long away from the scene, the first thing they see being a ship charging at some frigates. Frundish Crecs, being confused on who was who in this situation, told the Captain to shut down all power temporarily (including his two Arkitry).
"What now, sir?", asked the Captain of the Genesis.
"We wait until the battle is over. We've no idea who's friendly or not, and trying to make friends in a battle scene could be suicidal, as we could make a mistake and side with the one whom only immediately requires our aid. Therefore, we shall wait.", replied Frundish. Right now he couldn't risk anything, as it would take Jewrnin too long to reinforce the situation if anything went wrong.
"Power up relay and communications, in case they wish to contact us first." Frundish said after a few moments of thought. The only thing heard afterwards was a quick, "Yes sir!" and further commands to power up designated controls of the ship.
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There was static over the radio as Icarus 9's radio operator struggled to get a hold of their back up. Suddenly a voice crackled through the speaker and the shelling that continued to bomb the pirate's ships had suddenly intesified. The shells were coming from someone else. The voice over the radio had become clear. "This is Captain Crow of Icarus 4 here to assist, let's give em' hell, Commander." -ksssshhhhhh-
A smile crossed over Morgan's face. In the distance, a large White Star had entered the battle, guns blazing and cannons booming. The small airspace had quickly become a battlefield as the Icarus fleet was dishing it out. Soon, Icarus 7 would be at their side and this would soon be over.
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"Khe'val are strong, Khe'val are mighty... Khe'val are loyal..."
-Ne'laah, merchant and poet of the Khe'val regime 30,100Anum
The first of the stingray ships was blown into smithereens, blasted into oblivion by a fusillade of explosive rounds. The second veered sharply, diving quickly below the firing arc of the Kha'van'saar only to be cut to ribbons by the combined fire of the Icarus fleet. Around the Khe'val ship explosions rocked and boomed, buffeting the bronze armoured ship like a fly in a whirlwind.
At the bridge, Captain Hes'tel was flung back into her chair for the third time, swearing loudly "Kha'vrack! Operator, call those ships now and get them to plot their firing lanes more carefully!" The Khe'val ship rocked again, alien metal groaning under the strain as all around pirate ships burst into flames and shards of steel. Several shells impacted directly on the ship's hull, blasts blowing great chunks out of the armour. Flames poured out of a breach in the Kha'van'saars flank, smoke billowing out into the vacuum of space as explosions continued to rip through the pirates and everything else in the near vicinity...
---Ksssssh---- "This is the Kha'van'saar!... Requesting the Icarus fleet that they -Kzzzzzz- This is the -Kzzzzz- Requesting -Kzzzzzz- Do you copy?!" With each explosion that bloomed around the Khe'val ship, the message buzzed and flickered, static crackling through the Icarus radio...
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It was decided to avoid confrontation with the royal Presidents...they cut right to the heart of the matter with their claims that they did not know how to properly fight a battle...so the military took action into their own hands. No, they were not going to surround the N and blow it to smithereins. The populace would obviously begin to wonder about a government so desperate to by-pass trouble that they'd blow up their own people. Rather, they would simply employ some of their best ships...five Aroro and twenty Hafiretu, escorted by two Itixenur ready to sneak into the N and unload troops prepared to take silent action on the inside of things.
It didnt seem like too difficult of a task to smash a few pirates...
So, ready and willing, all twenty-seven ships departed in the co-ordinated direction of the N's last transmission.
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A small fleet (200 ships...yeah, thats their small) of civilian ships found themselves off course on the way to the newly conquered planet. Having lost contact with the main fleet, they send out a vuraxin probe to see what lies nearby.
The ships found themselves in a small galaxy, with two planets unsuitable for colonization, and a still functioning, but seemingly deserted space station. the space station seemed to be a large oval shape with a two rings surrounding it, presumed to be defense arrays.
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The pirates were fighting a losing battle, all the ships concentrated their firepower on the Icarus ships in a last ditch attempt to cause as much harm as possible.
(Sasha i need a post from your ppl physically getting to the ship and stuff, then the battle can begin)
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While the radio crackled on the operator's table, Morgan looked out the window on the bridge as the pirates began to concentrate their fire at them. It was a bad decision and Morgan and Crow knew it. "Commander, the XHR-01R defences are a go! I repeat, defences are a go." A voice called through the radio from the engine room. Morgan didn't have to do anything and neither did Crow. As the small ships fired the weapons, Morgan watched as the ion projectiles slowed to a stop against a nearly invisible force field. They did not move; However, Morgan simply watched as the ammount of projectiles rapidly accumulated along Icarus 9's massive hull. Finally the Commander gave a nod to his radio operator and within moments, something magical had happened. It was as if the force field around Icarus 9 and 4 had exploded into a massive reverse charge, sending all enemy ion projectiles back to their senders. The small ships were destroyed in a matter of seconds. The battle had been won.
There was static over the reciever from the Kha'van'saar but it was nothing anyone could make out. "Operator! Send out a message to their ship. Tell them to prepare for a boarding and report back to base." The operator nodded and turned back to the radio. "This is Icarus 9, requesting that you open your bay doors immediately and prepare for boarding. Do you copy? Over."
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With the probe's information the Dauntran civilians plotted a course for the abandoned station, curious as to what'd they find.
Back on Dauntra, the Maw gave the fleet's disappearance very little thought. The Maw had other things on its mind. The neighboring civilizations were in turmoil for reasons yet to be discovered, and that worried the Maw. The Tongue called for order as the meeting began. There were many accusations that the other civilizations were at war with some unknown, while others said that they were fighting with one another. Lack of diplomacy with their neighbors had left them in the dark as to the goings on around them.
One of the Teeth motioned for an alliance with a larger civilization, if only so that they'd be informed when anything strange happened. This idea spread through the Maw like a wild-fire. Only one problem arose...
...who would they ally themselves with?
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The Kha'van'saar continued to limp forwards, smoke pouring out the numerous scars in it's bronze hull. Finally the engines cut out, and the ship slowed to a listing stop.
In the bridge of the ship Hes'tel frowned, looking to her operator "Repeat the last message..." The operator nodded, flicking through his touch screen, while holding a hand to a bleeding wound across his chest "They are speaking galactic basic... But with some strange inflections on the vowels.... I do believe they are demanding we open bay doors and allow our ship to be boarded sir..."
Hes'tels frown deepened as she looked across her meagre crew. There where only four in all, herself, operator, pilot and gunner. Two of them where wounded, and their ship would barely be able to limp home as it was... There where times when having a larger crew was usefull, but the ship had been designed for service with as few crewmen as possible... She sighed, falling back into her seat "Reply with the affirmative... We are at their mercy now..."
-Kssh "This is the Kha'van'saar, powering down weapons and opening the cargo bay... We also request permission to dispatch service drones from the bay, to begin work on repairing our hull..."
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"Restart the engines. Power up everything required. Send a message to both of those ships saying congrats for winning such a fine battle. Also, tell them we've been watching for a little while. I'm going down to my quarters as there is most likely going to be a meeting as it seems one wishes to board the other.", Frundish said as he left the Bridge and proceeded to his quarters to get into his "fancy" clothes. Frundish was very impressed with these newcomer's technology. He was curious to understand how it worked, and possibly implement it into his own systems. Frundish was not looking for a battle to be fought, but simply finding one what he's been fighting his whole life.
Frundish quietly cursed and praised the Reuqon for surviving their near extinction by the hands of the Genisi, for if they haven't, he wouldn't be there. The next thought that entered his mind was which of these races were the descendants of the Reuqon, if they were. Perhaps the ship with the advanced defensive systems, or the one that had nearly been destroyed in combat. Possibly even the raiders that attacked the ship. So many questions flowed through his mind.
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As the fleet came to reclaim the Naurline jumped in system, their lage size made the raiders detect them almost immediately, with longswords and Stingray ships closing in on an intercept vector fast. New prey had arrived.
The massive freighter continued to be loaded with goodies
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The message was recieved from the Kha'van'saar. Morgan took hold of the radio. "This is Commander Morgan of Icarus 9. Request granted please prepare for docking as we will be boarding shortly. Over." -Kssshhhht- Morgan handed the radio back to the operator and turned to leave the bridge for the cargo bay. Suddenly there was cracking over the radio. The radio reciever listened for a moment through the receiever. "Sir...It's a congradulatory message from an unknown ship off our radar." Morgan stopped at stared at the radio receiver. The commander was just as confused as the operator was as his mouth hung open. "Tell Icarus 4 to look into it. Tell Captain Crow to keep a watchful eye out for us." With that, Morgan left his post for the cargo bays.
Morgan made his way down into the bottom of Icarus 9. It was like a giant storage facility were hundreds of men worked on tanks, light assault vehicles and weapons. Wraths in the Icarus fleet were usually used for this kind of transport. His men, armed to the teeth, awaited Morgans personal appearance in the loading bay. There was suddenly a loud shudder about the ship. Icarus 9 had attached itself the damaged hull of the Kah'van'saar and Icarus 9's bays were awaiting opening.
Morgan and his men had to wear suits of armour that protected them from the vaccum of space as well as the lethality of common bullets. The helmets on the suits however made it very difficult to distiguish the identity of its wearer but Morgan's name plate was easily spotted next to the gold stars indicating his rank. It took him some time to get into but policy was policy. He walked down into the bay were his men saluted him in greeting. The bay doors of the Icarus 9 had already been opened and the bay of the Kha'van'saar was already populated with Morgan's men but not that of the Kha'van'saar itself. Morgan found this to be an odd sight. As he made his way onto the cargo bays he looked up to see the drones working away on the damaged hull. He continued onto the platform. Slowly but surely, he approached the door to the Kha'van'saar and his men stepped in front of him. One of them knocked against the heavy plated metal as one would do casually on the doorstep of a friend. Tension was high, his men were at the ready with weapons all aimed at the door. Morgan held his breath. It was a moment of truth.
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The bronze hull resounded with the heavy knock, echoing loudly. A single section of the golden armour slid away with a smooth hiss, sliding down and outward like a ramp. The open doorway revealed corridors of similar bronze metal, lit by soft light that seemed to emanate from the ceiling itself.
Only five figures stepped down the ramp, clad in armoured suits of the same dull-bronze metal, made up of complex interlocking plates that slid over and under each other smoothly. They all wore helmets with no visible visor, merely a single blue sensor-strip that glowed softly. None of them carried visible weapons, as the lead figure stopped a few metres from the nearest of the Icarus' men. The lead figure glanced across at the other Khe'val beside her and there was a brief nodding of the head , the only visible or audible sign of conversation between the two. The second figure nodded once more, and all five depressed a small switch in their armoured wrist. The helmets slid back, sections of bronze metal sliding over each other and into a hidden compartment in the back of their suits.
Four of the five creatures where obviously female, with charcoal-grey furred skin and horns that swept back from just behind their long ears, almost to the back of their necks. The fifth was male, slightly shorter than the others and with smaller horns, a strip of white material covered a bleeding gash across his forehead. Hes'tel, still standing at the front of her small crew looked across at Morgan, bright amber eyes watching. Her horns where the longest of her crew, denoting her rank, and her dark hair was braided back into a long plait. She fell to one armoured knee, as did the other four behind her, tilting her head down and baring her curved horns in a Khe'val gesture of utmost respect...
She spoke, in a soft voice that was laced with authority and steel resolve "We... Are the Khe'val...."
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The two soldiers behind Morgan looked at eachother then back at the Khe'val. Morgan only took one step closer to the Hes'tel, looking down at her alien figure. He could tell the majority of them were female. Morgan was taking a massive risk but he raised his arms up to his head and places them on the locks of his helmet. He twisted once then again in the other direction before pulling his helmet off and holding it at his side, revealing his face. His left eye wore a metal patch under which a large scar had cut through his face from his cheek to his pointy ear. He was a man in his middle age as one could tell by his white hairs mixed in with his red fur who'd seen his share of battle. His golden right eye stared at the alien crew with interest and curiosity. His nose twitched at the end of his muzzel.
He extended his free hand in greeting. "I am Commander Morgan of Icarus 9. We are the Divari. Pleased to meet your aquiantance."
Morgan's men hadn't moved a muscle. Their weapons still at the ready, they awaited for the "all clear" signal from their commander. "I invite you to come aboard my ship to discuss the events that had just occured here. I believe you owe it to us." Morgan said as politely as a man in his position could be.
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Hes'tel and her crew stood up again, all watching Morgan with curiosity. Hes'tel cocked her head to one side, studying Morgan's features closely as she took another cautious step closer. She glanced down at the proffered hand, and then back up again. She nodded, reaching out ignoring his hand, instead clasping his forearm with a strong grip "As I am pleased to be meeting you... I am Hes'tel, Captain of the Kha'van'saar..."
The four Khe'val behind her shifted where they stood, apparently uneasy. Hes'tel ignored them, instead keeping her gaze locked with Morgan's "Indeed, we owe you and your crews... I accept the invitation with much open arms..." She finally glanced back over her shoulder, at the operator of her crew. He had winced at her somewhat clumsy phrasing in galactic basic, but otherwise nodded to his superior...
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The ships heading in on a route of interception were detected within seconds. Now it seemed both knew about the other. The command was given to spread out quickly. The five Arono were instructed to dive down. The others were instructed to attempt to encircle the enemy. As soon as possible, they would open fire, which involved, luckily for them, a heavy dosage of anti-matter to thrawrt the pirate's perception. If it worked, a slip in time would be projected using one of the said cannons. The enemies rushing twoards them would come across an invisible black hole, and, after entering, would end up behind everyone, including the Sanctum's fleet. Hopefully, they would be going too fast to detect it in time.
Then the Arono would swarm the Nuarline and what was around it, and the Hafiretu would simply turn around, reversing roles with the pirates.
Thank God they had brought along some of the more powerful Cyigotha soldiers. Even if the pirates evaded the black hole plan (the simplest plan to come up with)...it would still be a cakewalk to eliminate them with the Cyigotha aboard, tethered down and ready to do as they were told.
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Morgan looked down at Hes'tel's grip, somewhat surprised at her strength. "Very well. Follow me." With that, Morgan turned around and faced the men standing behing him. They stood at attention before he walked past them. His soldiers waited and looked on through their helmets at the Khe'val to follow close behind. At this point, Morgan's men in the bay were at ease, whispering comments to each other about the new comers.
One of the soldiers that waited for the Khe'val to follow said through the speaker in his helmet. "Welcome aboard Icarus 9."
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The five Khe'val followed behind Morgan, walking with their horned heads held high with defiance as the Icarus' men whispered and watched. Hes'tel sighed to herself, tapping a small touch screen set into her wrist-gauntlet. The blue screen flickered with symbols and diagnostics, reporting that the ship hull repairs where at 12%... Whether they liked it or not, they where stuck here for now.
The gunner sidled closer to Hes'tel as they walked, her own hair braided into long dreadlocks that swung as she walked. She bit her lower lip with apprehension, whispering in the Khe'val native tongue <"They are intruding on Khe'val space... We should report to the council of their sins and call in the fleet...">
Hes'tel frowned, whispering back. The language sounding rather like a mixture of hisses and guttural growls <"Do not fool yourself Jan'ra... These people could be a powerful ally to the Khe'val... We owe them our lives, where is your honour?"> The gunner blanched, clenching her fists tightly <"You dare speak to me of honour! To be an honourable Khe'val I should have opened fire on these aliens as soon as I saw them!">
Hes'tel shot Jan'ra a sharp glare, lip raising into a snarl as she did so <"Remember who is in command here gunner... The Khe'val have been too set in their ways, perhaps it is time for us to look for help...">
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The ships heading in on a route of interception were detected within seconds. Now it seemed both knew about the other. The command was given to spread out quickly. The five Arono were instructed to dive down. The others were instructed to attempt to encircle the enemy. As soon as possible, they would open fire, which involved, luckily for them, a heavy dosage of anti-matter to thrawrt the pirate's perception. If it worked, a slip in time would be projected using one of the said cannons. The enemies rushing twoards them would come across an invisible black hole, and, after entering, would end up behind everyone, including the Sanctum's fleet. Hopefully, they would be going too fast to detect it in time.
Then the Arono would swarm the Nuarline and what was around it, and the Hafiretu would simply turn around, reversing roles with the pirates.
Thank God they had brought along some of the more powerful Cyigotha soldiers. Even if the pirates evaded the black hole plan (the simplest plan to come up with)...it would still be a cakewalk to eliminate them with the Cyigotha aboard, tethered down and ready to do as they were told.
Almost immediately, the pirates opened fire with missiles, guass cannons and heavy ion projectiles. The slower, heavier defensive ships wheeled themselves into battle formation, and upon closer inspection, looked like giant railguns, and confirmed that when they launched massive slugs from their cavernous barrels. Already some of the smaller ships were being seriously damaged (sasha's ships)
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MEANWHILE
With the probe's information the Dauntran civilians plotted a course for the abandoned station, curious as to what'd they find.
Back on Dauntra, the Maw gave the fleet's disappearance very little thought. The Maw had other things on its mind. The neighboring civilizations were in turmoil for reasons yet to be discovered, and that worried the Maw. The Tongue called for order as the meeting began. There were many accusations that the other civilizations were at war with some unknown, while others said that they were fighting with one another. Lack of diplomacy with their neighbors had left them in the dark as to the goings on around them.
One of the Teeth motioned for an alliance with a larger civilization, if only so that they'd be informed when anything strange happened. This idea spread through the Maw like a wild-fire. Only one problem arose...
...who would they ally themselves with?
Upon seeing alien vessels, the station's arms started to spin n rapid sequence as if it was threatened, but then started slowing down and the multi arms opened to embrace the Dauntran fleet.
Inside the station, a small legion of mindless terminator bots prowled the decks, hunting any organic they found, now they finally found Organics, but they dont want to risk their precious Centerpoint Station.
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Intrigued by the station's reaction, 20 of the ships were sent to investigate the station. The ships attatched themselves to the station with large, sucker-covered, tendrils and the first of the Dauntrans boarded the station.
Meanwhile, the debate at the Dauntran Maw continued.
The nation of Alestorm didn't seem to be a good choice. They were too small, and seemed to be prone to disease. They also relied on a performance altering beverage which seemed to hinder them severely.
The nation of Artainai was out too. One good infestation of cags and their entire technological structure falls apart.
The Khe'val were never even mentioned as the Dauntra had never heard of the tiny race.
Then a councilman spoke up about the nation of Sanctum Limdo. While large, they lacked a decent army. Many of their trade vessels were open to attack from pirates. Also, their view on slavery was comforting...as so many people frowned upon it.
"I think we have found our ally." The council murmured in agreement. "I shall meet with their leader and propose an alliance. My guards and I sahll leave next moon-fall."
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(Sasha please post)
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(Ima save this RP pronto like. k?)
Commander Morgan lead the Khe'val to a large briefing room within the hulls of Icarus 9. The room was well put together although it lacked most high tech qualities that one would expect. The walls and table were made of elegant wood while the chairs were made of a heavy stone. On the wall across, a portrait hang of their Divari leader. Morgan ordered his men out of the room while he sat down in one of the chairs. "Please...Sit." He gesured to Hes'tel and her crew. Morgan's bulky armour made sitting in the stone chair awkward but he ignored the uncomfortable feeling. "I suppose we both have some explaining to do. I will start. I and my crew hail from the planet Alestorm, perhaps you've heard of us. Our planet is in danger and we are fighting an ongoing war with the Vltava, another race on our planet. We were patrolling out here for any enemy craft as we have known them to come out as far as here to conduct recon misissions. Instead, we came across your ship being attacked by pirates so we took action to ensure the safety and survival of your crew."
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Hes'tel ran her hand across the long wooden table, watching Morgan sit down. She sat opposite, followed a moment later by her crew. Listening to Morgan's explanation in silence, she nodded "Well, that would explain your lucky positioning... Though I am sorry to say I have neither heard of your planet, or people... The Khe'val do not normally take to approaching aliens on such non-hostile terms..." She looked across at her gunner who was sitting with her arms folded, glaring across at Morgan
"As for my explanation... We are the Khe'val, hailing from the planet of the same namesake... I was conducting a search and rescue on one of our ships, before being jumped by those pirates..." She sighed, tapping a clawed thumb on the polished wood table "I am sorry, but I do not well represent my race. Most are stubborn in their beliefs..." She glanced across at her gunner, baring her sharp teeth...
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Morgan twidled his thumbs together on the table, his eyes switing between the Khe'val while in deep thought. There was an awkward silence about the room but Morgan decided to jump to the point. "Well, I would assume we could say the same thing. We are a nation at war you see. Speaking of which, I would like to discuss terms of alliance between our races. As you seem to know what we are capable of, we were wondering if you could be of assitance to the Divari and the safe keeping of life on Alestorm, we would gladly return the favour." Morgan turned around to look at the elegant portrait hanging on the wall. "We are a strong race, living within a strong nation...but the fight cannot go on forever."
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Sighing, Hes'tel closed her eyes and waited a moment, apparently in deep thought. Finally she looked back up at Morgan, amber eyes searching his own "I... Cannot speak for my people..." She paused again, running a clawed finger down the length of her tight plait distractedly "However, I feel somebody has to take the first step. As such a small race, in such a hostile universe..." She sighed, nodding "I shall contact my superiors, ultimately the council will decide..."
With that she stood up, a thin smile creeping across her sharp lips "I thank you for your hospitality Commander... Whether or not the council agrees with my beliefs, I myself have definitely made an ally, and a friend today..." The other Khe'val watched Hes'tel with growing suspicion, as she bowed her horned head respectfully...