[center]Theme [youtube]https://youtu.be/s01Ddfp14l4[/youtube][/center] [hr] [hr] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8e/22/09/8e22096132511d46b63ea9412e7decb2.jpg]Reavers...[/url] Assimilators. These techno-organic monsters were once a blight on Elysia, attempting a massive campaign to destroy free will and forcibly unite sentience under their collective assembly. They were defeated thousands of years ago. They should have been purged. But like cockroaches, they apparently survived. Raiding, taking, sometimes at the forefront of other fleets. Apparently the collective mind of these soulless monstrosities took a more mercenary pursuit. Their price, new lives to swell their ranks. Who in their right mind would ever hire such a force? They always attack first, never bothering to coordinate with others. That way they can pick the best of their spoils. [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9a/7e/e3/9a7ee31ceafc8eadf3097afa53fc28db.jpg[/img] (star wars) [/center] There is the first ship, the only reaver ship it seems. Its countless [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/6c/44/1f6c4464326d7e083f9881c50d1880df.jpg]Gunships, Dropcraft, and Fighters[/url] already dropping from the main cruiser to flood the spaceport below with Reavers and their white green plasma weaponry. The ship was activated by the proximity of threats... of life that dared to defy their inevitability. Even though it was only a single ship, the Reavers were known to be mindless, fearless, pitiless. They would fire on anything they saw as a threat the moment it would come within range. Thankfully or not, they needed to take prisoners, and bombardment didn't leave much materials for them to claim. They were just the vanguard, other ships were coming up behind it, using the fearless walking husks as a shield to provide them with the ability to land without being shot at, just in case the port had the capability to. [hr] [center][img]https://vgy.me/9fEoUl.png[/img] [@baraquiel][/center] From his craft on the approach vector to the planet he'd see the fleet silhouetted against the yellow tan of the planet, all of them glowing bright as they entered the planet's atmosphere. A few however, noticeably didn't, an odd opitical illusion as they appeared larger, only because they were closer. And it appeared they had seen his ship, and they could not have that, regardless of that being his intention or not. The Dominion had planned for additional ships to come to the moderately busy planet admidst their invasion. Again, the rules remained the same. Nothing, in or out. No witnesses. Still atleast they were polite about it. The Urune's comm system would be assailed with a number of transmissions as several ships began to break off from the main fleet and was quickly heading in his direction. One [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/e4/de/14e4deb0e5a5b6be6a7ebc3caaedd3bb.jpg]Dominion carrier class[/url] was already spewing out fighters as part of this little message. With some spark of static from their arguably primitive systems[color=yellow]"--Attention pilot of unknown ship, you are in restricted air space! You will power down engines and prepare to be boarded. Resist and you will be neutralized. I repeat, you are in restricted air space. Try to flee and you will be neutralized."[/color] The Urune still had some time to react. If they were making a blockade, it wasn't fully set up. [hr] [center][img]https://vgy.me/LxvStu.png[/img] [@Claw2k11] [@Delta44][/center] It would be the two pilots that would get a birds eye view of the encroaching ship, as it was entering the atmosphere just on their starboard side. Almost in response to them taking flight in their planes, is when the sky opened up into dozens, maybe a hundred of little dots. They spread out before the massive triangular ship like a swarm of bees, and being the first ships with guns hot, they were the first to be attacked. The fighters were dive bombing them now, already the black dots became scattered with bright ones. All of them getting inevitably bigger and brighter as the first shots of burning white green plasma smattered from on high against the sands of the ground beside them, casting great plumes of dust where they struck. At this distance, it appeared their targeting was off, but considered how some of the bolts of plasma were now striking and breaking the ship wrecks and structures on the outer edge of town, aiming didn't seem to be their priority. If the city wasn't sure of the attack, the explosions just at the edge of the city would remove all doubt. [hr] [center][img]https://vgy.me/Iiy8QK.png[/img] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/07/4e/ac/074eacf651d582a50819adb6d51871a4.jpg[/img][/center] The Seeg high priest was continuing leading the chants as they went through the glorious holiness of Maintenance Day. The voices sang of their praise from a hundred squeaky Seeg voices. They were loud, filled with jubilation and glee, and for a moment they were almost considered beautiful even by alien ears. But then a shriek, a speeder horn, the squeaking of breaks. Utter chaos ruining the beautiful moment. And most damning of all it just seemed to be getting louder, almost enough for the priest to turn from his pedastle and shout [color=olive]"What in the hells is going-"[/color] That is when he noticed it, the triangle in the sky, the looming shadow of an invasion fleet, so many that if they were together they would blot out the sun. Then the horizon erupted with thumps, bangs, booms. Sand and fire ripping up above the forest of buildings. The High Priest dropped his staff, never in all of his days has he seen so many. [color=olive]"Get... Inside. Everyone get inside the Life Ship!"[/color] He shouted for his congregation. Joy because horror and thus from this point on did the echoes of fear and panic truly ripple throughout the city. [center][@Anders][@Uncle Spanky][@Godlikeblade][/center] As the square of the ciy in a moment turned from riotous to pandemonium, those that were there would find scared people running into them, finding cover and safety where ever they could. While most went indoors, under carts, behind stalls, others ran to homes, families, ships, the gods know what else all for the sake of safety. However at random points in the city, at intersections, at courtyards, at places left open for ships, even on roof tops, the black ships of the reavers flew down, swooping like massive graceful crows, their harsh organic angles an eyesore against the calm stability of the buildings. Each opened like a mockery of a flower blossom in spring, odd points casting blue light on the openings below, even from over a hundred feet up. Appearing in that light, phasing from nothing were the hulking masses of the Reaver Warriors. Each looked like some horrible deep sea fish had swallowed someone and merged its scaly body with them. And within each of their hands had been a rifle that also seemed to be growing out of them. Immediately upon their appearance, they shouted, their gutteral language indecipherable to the UTIs. Sharp and nauseating. They would fire at anything, anyone that was standing still for too long or had even considered running in their direction carelessly. The air riddled with the sounds of screaming were cut by hallow [i]Vwwoosh Vwoosh[/i] as plasma ripped through the air, causing small concussions of burning liquids that cooled to charring black scorch marks. Still, some resisted, anyone with a weapon dove for cover and tried to fight back, making sure that there were plenty of targets for the Reavers to fight, but their armor was thick. Most took the bullets as bits of metal against metal, and merely turned firing their blasts in the assailant's direction. At'lat would lose his Garuda in the chaos, but that seemed to be something to be expected from the stranger... But regardless the six Reavers that appeared and were firing on the crowd would be a bigger issue. Sir Kindle would see the children scatter as one of those creatures appeared right where they played, its hoofed foot crushing the ball they were just playing on. Ripley's crew would find their answer as they needed only look up the street, a speeder taking a number of blasts as the warriors came into view. The man they snagged, seeing death behind him wriggled out of the crewman's grasp to leg it. [hr] [center][@nohbdies][@Etranger][@Avant][/center] Any ship that was available, anything that even looked like it had a sail was a target for scared civilians. Some of them even attacked each other for a chance to get off planet or just protect their own. Not that it would do any good, any ship that got airborne was immediately swarmed by Reaver Gunships, their plasma lancing over the city to start tearing into the transports. Picking targets were easy. It seemed the ships were trying to take off one at a time randomly. The Gunships didn't give any of them a fighting chance. Malkan would even see a cargo ship take off right over the buildings across the street she was on, then see it get pummeled by plasma, explode and then crashland taking out a building nearby. Their ships, any ships however would receive a transmission over the public channel. A direct line broadcast to any receiver. [b][center][color=Orange]"This is Captain Sardis of the Cerebrus Gate to anyone on this channel. There's a blockade forming around Teresg as we speak! We'll need to work together to get off planet! To anyone reading this that can get to air! Get to the Cerebrus Gate on the Southeastern side! We are setting up anti-air to cover any pursuit! I say again! If you can get off the ground, get behind the Cereberus Gate! We can only get out of this if we have as many ships as we can get!"[/color][/center][/b] The transmission repeated, and the line stayed open. [hr] [center][@Voltus_Ventus][/center] Inside the ice factory would be mildly boring for the time the Maintenance Day festivities started, and it seemed that her merchant Jeets would not be coming back any time soon. The commotion outside would only be considered a dull roar for a while, before the explosions across the city would be muffled against the insulated walls. The only indication that there was a disturbance would be the bangs, and the overhead lights that swayed slightly, casting golden light over the giant walk in freezers that were stacked atop eachother like massive bronze tan blocks, each with a door similar to a ship's airlock. There was a sound that would appear to be much closer than what was going on outside. It sounded like clanging, banging, the sound of metal being cut away and landing. And then cursing. There were two individuals in the backroom, one [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/b6/66/44b66681cbe9f044ff53ed8177187801.jpg]female in a suit[/url] and one [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/77/d0/d3/77d0d33af16aade61a509195dd48e68d.jpg]Ziharin[/url]. Obviously the Ziharin was doing all the work. [color=gray]"Watch it with that! We need that cooling coil to work!"[/color] shouted the one in the suite [color=silver]"Whats wrong with the one on the ship?"[/color] spoke the Ziharin in a dignified voice, the arc torch glimmering at the end of its claws. [Color=gray]"Blew last month. We're behind on maintenance."[/color] [color=silver]"That explains the lack of air conditioning. Hell of a time to go shopping. There got it."[/color] This was immediately sounding by a massive bang as the coil hit the ground. [color=gray]"Good, now all we have to do is survive getting across the damn city."[/color] The factory was hit with another bang, enough to actually causing the light to fall off the ceiling somewhere and crashing to the ground with the bulb shattering. [color=silver]"That's not looking to likely."[/color] They each took opposite ends of the a pipe looking contraption and were making their way out the back of the factory.