Distress signal
In response to the new vessels arriving in system and deploying something, one of the Collective ships, 'Circumferentia', jumped forwards and let out a burst of plasma into the empty space beside them, almost like a warning shot, transmitting a single message
"Desisteret. Exploratum in profectus" The message read, in the tone of an order a police officer might give to a citizen who was tresspassing. 'Umbrae Tormentum' took up a sort of flanking possition while this was transmitted, and 'In lucem oculos' moved closer to the ancient ship, examining it's form, while 'Umbrae Intentus' just held position.
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Patrol group eight handed off the wreckage to recovery group two, and preceeded on it's patrol alone... When it picked up an odd signal.
"Hoc autem centurio, Fairlan Miklan Lakfakalle Cooperantem Interstellar vas Starfire, ut a piece of an deserta vas incurrat in tradendo ordinata! Nobis opus est auxilio immediate, navigio est graviter laedantur et vestimentum radialis est suspectus futurus; Si quis potest aliqua intelligere auditis adesto nobis!"
There was a strange looking blue being on the screen, and the Overseer frowned, tapping a few command buttons and an estimated 3d image of the being formed on the holopedestal. The Overseer tapped a few commands and then his head lit up orange as he transmitted a few commands to the communications officer, who in turn tapped several commands and nodded to him as if confirming something. The Overseer pressed one of the holographic buttons on the terminal in front of him before speaking to High Command
"Patrol group eight to Command. We have picked up a signal transmitted in Triarian Standard by an unknown exogen species. Any overriding order?"
"Negative, your course of action is discretionary." Command quickly cut the signal so he could return to directing other ships, and the Overseer transmitted back location, a course plan and that his group was breaking the patrol pattern. The four vessels, two Velites, a Venator and a Hastati, turned and transmitted a message back towards the Point of origin of the strange communication
"Hoc est Præfectus Licinius de circumitarum coetus octo de Collectivum. Vestra angustia sumus respondens ad signum. Tene." The ships then jumped into the secondary universe for FTL
They arrived near the unknown vessel a few moments later. They seemed to examine the scene and glided closer to the alien ship before an orange ray seemed to shoot out and swept through the human ship... a scanning beam of sorts, before the same beam swept through the other ancient vessel. The next act was a hailing message, an attempt to open a video feed. As that happened a sort of gravitational beam formed from the largest ship, the Cruiser, pulling the human ship away from the wreckage and separating the two. The ships were all unmarked save for the symbol of the Collective engraved on the side, small to the point one might not even see it at first glance or assume it to be minor damage. Nothing else appeared, no identifying name or numbers... all that was done through HUD's and ship commands now.
"Hoc est Præfectus Licinius de Umbra intentus, praetoria nave de circumitarum coetus octo. Ingrediatur et fama condicionem?"
"Hoc autem centurio, Fairlan Miklan Lakfakalle Cooperantem Interstellar vas Starfire, ut a piece of an deserta vas incurrat in tradendo ordinata! Nobis opus est auxilio immediate, navigio est graviter laedantur et vestimentum radialis est suspectus futurus; Si quis potest aliqua intelligere auditis adesto nobis!"
There was a strange looking blue being on the screen, and the Overseer frowned, tapping a few command buttons and an estimated 3d image of the being formed on the holopedestal. The Overseer tapped a few commands and then his head lit up orange as he transmitted a few commands to the communications officer, who in turn tapped several commands and nodded to him as if confirming something. The Overseer pressed one of the holographic buttons on the terminal in front of him before speaking to High Command
"Patrol group eight to Command. We have picked up a signal transmitted in Triarian Standard by an unknown exogen species. Any overriding order?"
"Negative, your course of action is discretionary." Command quickly cut the signal so he could return to directing other ships, and the Overseer transmitted back location, a course plan and that his group was breaking the patrol pattern. The four vessels, two Velites, a Venator and a Hastati, turned and transmitted a message back towards the Point of origin of the strange communication
"Hoc est Præfectus Licinius de circumitarum coetus octo de Collectivum. Vestra angustia sumus respondens ad signum. Tene." The ships then jumped into the secondary universe for FTL
They arrived near the unknown vessel a few moments later. They seemed to examine the scene and glided closer to the alien ship before an orange ray seemed to shoot out and swept through the human ship... a scanning beam of sorts, before the same beam swept through the other ancient vessel. The next act was a hailing message, an attempt to open a video feed. As that happened a sort of gravitational beam formed from the largest ship, the Cruiser, pulling the human ship away from the wreckage and separating the two. The ships were all unmarked save for the symbol of the Collective engraved on the side, small to the point one might not even see it at first glance or assume it to be minor damage. Nothing else appeared, no identifying name or numbers... all that was done through HUD's and ship commands now.
"Hoc est Præfectus Licinius de Umbra intentus, praetoria nave de circumitarum coetus octo. Ingrediatur et fama condicionem?"
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Space...
"Patrol group eight, anything to report?" The voice came through the comms, and the Overseer peered over the view screens, and his bridge officers head lit up bright orange, before he responded
"Just another minor tear. Hang on... biotic readings here." The Overseer looked up to the view screen displaying the tear, then the tear anomaly reading from the terminal below him... He paused "Cicuta (Poison)!" He cursed, and his fears were confirmed when a ship drifted through the tear. "Amputate!" He ordered, and the four ships that composed his patrol group sped forwards, opening fire with their plasma weapons on the Extra-universal ship, burning through several places of it's armour...
Hold on, this class had shields and weapons... yet it wasn't fighting back "Cease." He ordered, and the four ships stopped firing almost as suddenly as they had started, the flagship slowly drifting towards the Extra-universal ship. As the extra-universal ship slowly spun in space, he learnt why it hadn't fired back. Nearly half of it's other side had been torn off, including the life support systems.
"Must be a casualty of the Universal War, left floating in the secondary universe until it hit a tear" One of the bridge officers commented, and the Overseer nodded "Should I prepare an extraction?"
"Affirmative" He hit the comms terminal again and spoke to his CO again "Revise: Bringing in destroyed exogen ship for recycling"
"10-4"
Videt, Triarius
"The tears are driving the Primicerii rampant"
"Indeed, it's harder for them to focus on the Collective when there are so many conflicting energy signals being tossed around."
"Is there no way to close them?"
"The only way to do so is to cut off the energy to them, within a few years there shouldn't be any more tears within this galaxy though, so we can return to... relative normality."
"I see... Hm, I was reading in the archives about a species who referred to themselves as 'Equestrians'. It was very odd, they had four legs and no..."
"No arms, yes I know. No manner of fingers either, the ability to grasp objects would have been above them."
"So how did they become space faring, are the archives incorrect, in which case how many of the other files are incorrect?"
"I don't know, I find it best not to dwell on it. It does seem that they could not exist, there would be no way to construct the various devices to advance even partially, let alone to space faring status. Of course, it's quoted as saying they used something they referred to as 'Magic'. Maybe some other species had given them a piece of technology beyond their understanding? Maybe this 'Faust' mentioned in the file?"
"I don't know, Faust appears to be an extra-dimensional being, in which case might she not have been destroyed along with Extra-universal forces by project Severance?"
"Not necessarily, she may not have had the correct alignment of particles. It appears, from the records, that they were some how destroyed shortly after a war with the Collective, implying that they were destroyed by us, am I correct?"
"The files do seem to lean that way, in which case Faust must have been destroyed."
"Indeed, there's no logic to leaving alive a being of such power after destroying it's allies. That is, unless it fled and hid away, which is also possible."
"With the destruction of nearly all Extra-universal life, and all others being hunted, shouldn't we be focusing on the destruction of Extra-dimensional life as well?"
"As far as I am aware we are, there's just less records of it due to it's nature."
"Patrol group eight, anything to report?" The voice came through the comms, and the Overseer peered over the view screens, and his bridge officers head lit up bright orange, before he responded
"Just another minor tear. Hang on... biotic readings here." The Overseer looked up to the view screen displaying the tear, then the tear anomaly reading from the terminal below him... He paused "Cicuta (Poison)!" He cursed, and his fears were confirmed when a ship drifted through the tear. "Amputate!" He ordered, and the four ships that composed his patrol group sped forwards, opening fire with their plasma weapons on the Extra-universal ship, burning through several places of it's armour...
Hold on, this class had shields and weapons... yet it wasn't fighting back "Cease." He ordered, and the four ships stopped firing almost as suddenly as they had started, the flagship slowly drifting towards the Extra-universal ship. As the extra-universal ship slowly spun in space, he learnt why it hadn't fired back. Nearly half of it's other side had been torn off, including the life support systems.
"Must be a casualty of the Universal War, left floating in the secondary universe until it hit a tear" One of the bridge officers commented, and the Overseer nodded "Should I prepare an extraction?"
"Affirmative" He hit the comms terminal again and spoke to his CO again "Revise: Bringing in destroyed exogen ship for recycling"
"10-4"
Videt, Triarius
"The tears are driving the Primicerii rampant"
"Indeed, it's harder for them to focus on the Collective when there are so many conflicting energy signals being tossed around."
"Is there no way to close them?"
"The only way to do so is to cut off the energy to them, within a few years there shouldn't be any more tears within this galaxy though, so we can return to... relative normality."
"I see... Hm, I was reading in the archives about a species who referred to themselves as 'Equestrians'. It was very odd, they had four legs and no..."
"No arms, yes I know. No manner of fingers either, the ability to grasp objects would have been above them."
"So how did they become space faring, are the archives incorrect, in which case how many of the other files are incorrect?"
"I don't know, I find it best not to dwell on it. It does seem that they could not exist, there would be no way to construct the various devices to advance even partially, let alone to space faring status. Of course, it's quoted as saying they used something they referred to as 'Magic'. Maybe some other species had given them a piece of technology beyond their understanding? Maybe this 'Faust' mentioned in the file?"
"I don't know, Faust appears to be an extra-dimensional being, in which case might she not have been destroyed along with Extra-universal forces by project Severance?"
"Not necessarily, she may not have had the correct alignment of particles. It appears, from the records, that they were some how destroyed shortly after a war with the Collective, implying that they were destroyed by us, am I correct?"
"The files do seem to lean that way, in which case Faust must have been destroyed."
"Indeed, there's no logic to leaving alive a being of such power after destroying it's allies. That is, unless it fled and hid away, which is also possible."
"With the destruction of nearly all Extra-universal life, and all others being hunted, shouldn't we be focusing on the destruction of Extra-dimensional life as well?"
"As far as I am aware we are, there's just less records of it due to it's nature."
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duck55223 said
I think its only Key's nation, but most have been in space fir a bit now, but do keep it down please.
Yeah, it seems most have been in a while and have some fair tech, and the Collective managed to avoid full ab entire devolution from space, so I wouldn't worry too much about your ships being overly powerful, White... Unless you put them up against Keyguys faction, in which case unless they are made out of cardboard the battle is already decided xD
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I'd say yes, its been 50,000+ Years and many species were either completely destroyed or relegated several hundred years in tech. Thus, it isn't implausible someone showed up and kicked their arses
I'd say a dozen or two dozen at most and a few hundred ships, we will get to the hundreds of planets and a thousand ships later. The idea is that everything has a value, so we cant just throw away massive fleets or just abandon planets for no reason. A blow will actually hurt us instead of being "Ah! But I call up my six billion large reserve fleet and crush you!"
I'd say a dozen or two dozen at most and a few hundred ships, we will get to the hundreds of planets and a thousand ships later. The idea is that everything has a value, so we cant just throw away massive fleets or just abandon planets for no reason. A blow will actually hurt us instead of being "Ah! But I call up my six billion large reserve fleet and crush you!"
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Probably gonna need further refining, and I'm likely to find it complete crap when I wake up, but screw it I'm tired
Name of nation: The Collective
Species: http://starempiresreboot.wikia.com/wiki/TriariiTriarii[/url
Hara-Ka
Ziatri
Corruptelae Insectum
Selkath
Aru'Shumi
Human (Lance Genus)
Small number of Draconians
Various non-sentient species
Previously: Asari, Batarian, Turian (Now Extinct)
History:: The Triarii are a highly intelligent species. They managed a rather quick evolution from hunter-gather to space faring species. With their doctrine built solely around the greater good, war was almost completely unheard of, soldiers being bogeymen with which to threaten children. The greatest war in Early Triarian History was the War of Tenebris, or War of the dark times, which lasted a mere one earth day and left only 102 dead. Ethics were left in the dirt
Eager too start, the Triarii spread throughout the stars. They dreamed of meeting other species that could trade knowledge with them and indulge in creating an intelligent, peaceful alliance with these species. But this was not to be. The colony of Chron was taken from them by another empire, The Xorg. A mass genocide ensured no Triarii survived the attack on the Colony. A huge blow, given the slow reproduction rate the Triarii usually indulge in. Nonetheless, the Triarii attempted peaceful negotiations. The colony of Stret fell and the Triarii changed their tune. They build a relatively large fleet of powerful battleships (During the construction the colonies of Zils and Poi were also exterminated). The Triarii took the fight to their enemy. In the conflict that followed resulted in the victory of the Triarii... but it came at a huge cost. Many Triarii had lost their lives and it took 50 cycles before even a fraction of that population was restored.
Unable to cope with the thought of such losses again, the Triarii constructed a huge and effective millitary fleet. Their advanced technology was incorperated into each one, including their new weaponry.
After two years of the Great War, the Draconians attacked and destroyed the Aetherii Remenant as it seemed the Triarian Collective were about to enter the war and the Aetherii Remenant posed the problem that the Triarian Collective might get even more advanced technology. The Triarian Collective, filled with rage, sent a message to the Draconian Empire
"This is not war, this is pest control! You are superior in one respect, you are better at dying!"
The Collective quickly joined the fray, mobolising their entire fleets. Asteroids filled with Corruptelae Insectum were flung at Draconian Space, some managing to slip past Draconian defences and infest entire worlds, killing indiscriminately. As soon as the Triarian Collective were able to lower the defence grid of a planet, Energy Projectors were used to burn the planet to glass. Any captive Draconians were quite literally used for parts, being used to build Synths. Civilians made up the bulk of captive Draconians, men, women and children.
After the Destruction of the Draconian Empire, genocide by the Triarian Collective ensured that the Draconian race was sent into extinction and any surviving Draconians are hunted down by Triarian Ghost and Spectre forces, and any Draconian found was sentenced and summarily executed. Spectre and Ghost became the nightmares of Draconians, capture often involving undue force that would cause extreme pain. Often, execution would be performed through the most brutal means the Collective could find. Females were restrained against rocks in hive worlds and infected by Corruptelae Insectum and Males would have their minds destroyed through Psionics and their bodies then taken to be genetically repurposed. The Children were killed and turned into food to be fed to the troops. If the Draconians were lucky, they would be simply shot by their captors, but this was much rarer than the more elaborate former punishments
During the Universal War, the Collective inadvertantly collided the Primary Universe with the Secondary Universe as a result of the usage of a new piece of technology in an attempt to end the Universal War. This result in many storms erupting across the universe which have completely destroyed an unknown number of sentient species. In addition, this rendered the traditional means of Collective inter-galactic travel completely impossible, and standard travel across the galaxies implausible due to the dangers arising from 'tears', holes in space time where the Primary and Secondary universes have collided. Another effect, coupled with the effects of the Universal War, was the near complete destruction of most extra-galactic holdings across the universe. The storms disolved quickly in the milky way, but not before devastating entire planets and wiping out many different lifeforms across the galaxy. The effects of this collision are estimated to last a further 500,000 years These tears weakened not just the barrier between the primary and secondary universes, but other universes as well, and this allowed for the arrival of more extra universal entities
In short, the Collective caused a universal apocalypse in their attempts to end another universal apocalypse.
As a result of this, the Collective could not reach it's extra-Galactic holdings, and as such they fell one by one as their defences failed and no reinforcements came from other galaxies. They were picked off one by one. The Collective was locked in a losing battle for many, many years. Tens of millennia passed before the tide finally turned. Armed with a refinement of the piece of technology that caused the Universal Cataclysm Disaster, finally perfected after many Triarian Lifetimes of work (Thousands of years) they were able to destroy the extra-universal threat and finally 'reclaim' their own universe. And what was left of the Collective, drastically reduced in size, man power etcetera, stood upon an island of corpses in a sea of blood. Although brutally beaten, they had held.
For the first time in living memory the section 'The Greater Good Prevails' was played. But there was no celebration. Everywhere one looked they would see death, they would see decay. Everyone had lost multiple family members and many had known only war. As such it was branded the single most horrific war in Collective History. After the war, a recording of the traditional Umbrae Populus song, Dium'zul, became the number one played audio track within the Collective and remained so for many cycles.
"Dweade a doi e'tol
Mi dium ond zia.
Diwethaf'wym soli'un nod ywr
url'kise gaefa troi at card iar
Dweade a doi e'tol
No'l Card'aid bachk er soli'on rro nod ywr
Mi dium ond zai
Hurl'wym er pam gollais aid"
With the destruction of the homeworlds of many of their Extra-Galactic client races, the Collective was forced to reallocate former Habitat worlds for cultural reasons, and the massive terraforming attempts to make the planets seem closest to home took massive amounts of the few remaining resources. Approximately one point two cycles after the end of the Universal War and the elimination of (known) Extra-universal life from Universe 1, the Triarian Collective dropped the former part of it's title, declaring it's self merely 'The Collective'.
Having focused primarily inwards and little on locating new species as they once did, they have no idea that the other species they previously knew of have survived, and many don't even know they exist... such is what happens when you have gone without any real contact for 50,000 years. The Collective forces self-proclaimed themselves the 'Guardians' or the 'Sentinels', and the Collective it's self prides it's self on being one of the oldest known continous bodies in the Universe... as it turns out, having survived the Universal War inflated their planet sized ego to the size of a star, paticularly with the Triarii.
Name of nation: The Collective
Species: http://starempiresreboot.wikia.com/wiki/TriariiTriarii[/url
Hara-Ka
Ziatri
Corruptelae Insectum
Selkath
Aru'Shumi
Human (Lance Genus)
Small number of Draconians
Various non-sentient species
Previously: Asari, Batarian, Turian (Now Extinct)
History:: The Triarii are a highly intelligent species. They managed a rather quick evolution from hunter-gather to space faring species. With their doctrine built solely around the greater good, war was almost completely unheard of, soldiers being bogeymen with which to threaten children. The greatest war in Early Triarian History was the War of Tenebris, or War of the dark times, which lasted a mere one earth day and left only 102 dead. Ethics were left in the dirt
Eager too start, the Triarii spread throughout the stars. They dreamed of meeting other species that could trade knowledge with them and indulge in creating an intelligent, peaceful alliance with these species. But this was not to be. The colony of Chron was taken from them by another empire, The Xorg. A mass genocide ensured no Triarii survived the attack on the Colony. A huge blow, given the slow reproduction rate the Triarii usually indulge in. Nonetheless, the Triarii attempted peaceful negotiations. The colony of Stret fell and the Triarii changed their tune. They build a relatively large fleet of powerful battleships (During the construction the colonies of Zils and Poi were also exterminated). The Triarii took the fight to their enemy. In the conflict that followed resulted in the victory of the Triarii... but it came at a huge cost. Many Triarii had lost their lives and it took 50 cycles before even a fraction of that population was restored.
Unable to cope with the thought of such losses again, the Triarii constructed a huge and effective millitary fleet. Their advanced technology was incorperated into each one, including their new weaponry.
After two years of the Great War, the Draconians attacked and destroyed the Aetherii Remenant as it seemed the Triarian Collective were about to enter the war and the Aetherii Remenant posed the problem that the Triarian Collective might get even more advanced technology. The Triarian Collective, filled with rage, sent a message to the Draconian Empire
"This is not war, this is pest control! You are superior in one respect, you are better at dying!"
The Collective quickly joined the fray, mobolising their entire fleets. Asteroids filled with Corruptelae Insectum were flung at Draconian Space, some managing to slip past Draconian defences and infest entire worlds, killing indiscriminately. As soon as the Triarian Collective were able to lower the defence grid of a planet, Energy Projectors were used to burn the planet to glass. Any captive Draconians were quite literally used for parts, being used to build Synths. Civilians made up the bulk of captive Draconians, men, women and children.
After the Destruction of the Draconian Empire, genocide by the Triarian Collective ensured that the Draconian race was sent into extinction and any surviving Draconians are hunted down by Triarian Ghost and Spectre forces, and any Draconian found was sentenced and summarily executed. Spectre and Ghost became the nightmares of Draconians, capture often involving undue force that would cause extreme pain. Often, execution would be performed through the most brutal means the Collective could find. Females were restrained against rocks in hive worlds and infected by Corruptelae Insectum and Males would have their minds destroyed through Psionics and their bodies then taken to be genetically repurposed. The Children were killed and turned into food to be fed to the troops. If the Draconians were lucky, they would be simply shot by their captors, but this was much rarer than the more elaborate former punishments
During the Universal War, the Collective inadvertantly collided the Primary Universe with the Secondary Universe as a result of the usage of a new piece of technology in an attempt to end the Universal War. This result in many storms erupting across the universe which have completely destroyed an unknown number of sentient species. In addition, this rendered the traditional means of Collective inter-galactic travel completely impossible, and standard travel across the galaxies implausible due to the dangers arising from 'tears', holes in space time where the Primary and Secondary universes have collided. Another effect, coupled with the effects of the Universal War, was the near complete destruction of most extra-galactic holdings across the universe. The storms disolved quickly in the milky way, but not before devastating entire planets and wiping out many different lifeforms across the galaxy. The effects of this collision are estimated to last a further 500,000 years These tears weakened not just the barrier between the primary and secondary universes, but other universes as well, and this allowed for the arrival of more extra universal entities
In short, the Collective caused a universal apocalypse in their attempts to end another universal apocalypse.
As a result of this, the Collective could not reach it's extra-Galactic holdings, and as such they fell one by one as their defences failed and no reinforcements came from other galaxies. They were picked off one by one. The Collective was locked in a losing battle for many, many years. Tens of millennia passed before the tide finally turned. Armed with a refinement of the piece of technology that caused the Universal Cataclysm Disaster, finally perfected after many Triarian Lifetimes of work (Thousands of years) they were able to destroy the extra-universal threat and finally 'reclaim' their own universe. And what was left of the Collective, drastically reduced in size, man power etcetera, stood upon an island of corpses in a sea of blood. Although brutally beaten, they had held.
For the first time in living memory the section 'The Greater Good Prevails' was played. But there was no celebration. Everywhere one looked they would see death, they would see decay. Everyone had lost multiple family members and many had known only war. As such it was branded the single most horrific war in Collective History. After the war, a recording of the traditional Umbrae Populus song, Dium'zul, became the number one played audio track within the Collective and remained so for many cycles.
"Dweade a doi e'tol
Mi dium ond zia.
Diwethaf'wym soli'un nod ywr
url'kise gaefa troi at card iar
Dweade a doi e'tol
No'l Card'aid bachk er soli'on rro nod ywr
Mi dium ond zai
Hurl'wym er pam gollais aid"
With the destruction of the homeworlds of many of their Extra-Galactic client races, the Collective was forced to reallocate former Habitat worlds for cultural reasons, and the massive terraforming attempts to make the planets seem closest to home took massive amounts of the few remaining resources. Approximately one point two cycles after the end of the Universal War and the elimination of (known) Extra-universal life from Universe 1, the Triarian Collective dropped the former part of it's title, declaring it's self merely 'The Collective'.
Having focused primarily inwards and little on locating new species as they once did, they have no idea that the other species they previously knew of have survived, and many don't even know they exist... such is what happens when you have gone without any real contact for 50,000 years. The Collective forces self-proclaimed themselves the 'Guardians' or the 'Sentinels', and the Collective it's self prides it's self on being one of the oldest known continous bodies in the Universe... as it turns out, having survived the Universal War inflated their planet sized ego to the size of a star, paticularly with the Triarii.
Kalok exited from the Heart and surveyed the tunnels as he strode through them, counting the numbers. The Orcs had indeed been brought up to an army, and there was now 30 of them. Hardly what you would call a massive army, but adequate for the purpose required. He ordered that they assemble outside, and like any loyal minions they did, clad in their ugly but effective battle armour and wielding weapons that the local villagers had learnt to fear. There was another village on this island, with a port which he could use to launch his conquest of the isles. Ships would be an important tool given his defensive boon of being on an island. Kalok yelled, drawing a sword of his own and holding it into the air
"Follow me to glory!" He called to them, and lead a charge through the thick forest and undergrowth, batting anything in his path aside as the Orcs followed in his footsteps, keeping pace with him despite his unnatural speed. They were certainly quick, that was for sure.
They came to the village at dawn, taking the plaza by storm. With swordsmen and bowmen and Kaloks magic, they smashed through the palisade walls. The village warriors were flying and dying and crying as the Orcs brutally murdered them in cold blood. The village leader, an old and veteran warrior, took up his blade once more and came to charge Kalok head on, raising it into the air and attempting to decapitate him... but as he did the blade flew from his hand, and then he lifted off the ground before smashing into it... again... and again... and again. Kalok finally raised his hand into the air and slammed him into the floor one final time, and the warrior exploded into blood and bones and guts.
And with that display of Kaloks magical ability, the villagers routed. How could they fight against such power? They made for the docks in the hopes they could cast off in a boat, but when they arrived they found that the towns cowardly merchant had left them for dead, fleeing aboard his boat with his crew. But Kalok was not going to let his free boat escape his grasp, with a yell and a point of his sword, a group of Imps flew overhead towards the boat, and they landed upon it, engaging the pitiful crew and destroying them before turning the boat back towards the port. As they did, two of the Imps carried back the merchant, who yelled and screamed. Oh the curses he spat at them...
They dropped him before Kalok, who approached him with his sword, placing it to his throat and turning his head towards the villagers, who were now trapped at the docks with the option of either launching into the waters and risking a watery grave, or surrendering and risking being sliced and diced.
"This man would have left you all for dead! The coward!" He yelled, and then turned his head to the Orcs "He's a waste of resources, a waste of space" He turned his head back towards the crowd "You want to know what to do with him?" He tossed the man to the side, into the grasp of the Orcs "Have some meat." He spat, and the merchant looked around in fear as the Orcs set upon him, tearing his flesh from his body and laughing as they consumed him. Kalok approached the crowd "You will all serve me now, either as a servant... or as food for my marching armies!"
"Follow me to glory!" He called to them, and lead a charge through the thick forest and undergrowth, batting anything in his path aside as the Orcs followed in his footsteps, keeping pace with him despite his unnatural speed. They were certainly quick, that was for sure.
They came to the village at dawn, taking the plaza by storm. With swordsmen and bowmen and Kaloks magic, they smashed through the palisade walls. The village warriors were flying and dying and crying as the Orcs brutally murdered them in cold blood. The village leader, an old and veteran warrior, took up his blade once more and came to charge Kalok head on, raising it into the air and attempting to decapitate him... but as he did the blade flew from his hand, and then he lifted off the ground before smashing into it... again... and again... and again. Kalok finally raised his hand into the air and slammed him into the floor one final time, and the warrior exploded into blood and bones and guts.
And with that display of Kaloks magical ability, the villagers routed. How could they fight against such power? They made for the docks in the hopes they could cast off in a boat, but when they arrived they found that the towns cowardly merchant had left them for dead, fleeing aboard his boat with his crew. But Kalok was not going to let his free boat escape his grasp, with a yell and a point of his sword, a group of Imps flew overhead towards the boat, and they landed upon it, engaging the pitiful crew and destroying them before turning the boat back towards the port. As they did, two of the Imps carried back the merchant, who yelled and screamed. Oh the curses he spat at them...
They dropped him before Kalok, who approached him with his sword, placing it to his throat and turning his head towards the villagers, who were now trapped at the docks with the option of either launching into the waters and risking a watery grave, or surrendering and risking being sliced and diced.
"This man would have left you all for dead! The coward!" He yelled, and then turned his head to the Orcs "He's a waste of resources, a waste of space" He turned his head back towards the crowd "You want to know what to do with him?" He tossed the man to the side, into the grasp of the Orcs "Have some meat." He spat, and the merchant looked around in fear as the Orcs set upon him, tearing his flesh from his body and laughing as they consumed him. Kalok approached the crowd "You will all serve me now, either as a servant... or as food for my marching armies!"
She's... a bit terrible at her job, isn't she xD
Anyways, I got bored so... random story for the first time the Collective used the device, hurray! xD
VOID OF THE STARS: ASHES TO ASHES
She was young and patriotic the day she was tossed from her universe, never to pair, never to have children and never to experience all that life had to offer. When she was young, she had envisioned sitting in that spire that lay at the center of Videt, peering out over the city as the Supreme Overlord of the Milky Way galaxy. But fate had other plans, and she would die away from her kind in this endless, alien void
This was the day the Universe as all sentient life had known it ended. This was the day the Collective deployed it's newest weapon against the Extra-Universal invaders by using slipspace.
Dark Energy flew overhead towards the landing extra-universals, their weaponry burning chunks out of the planet and their ground forces, hideous mutants of innumerable species, all infused with seemingly crude cybernetics, charged forwards towards the Collective lines. Thousands of them fell, but they just continued to stream forwards, over the disintergrating bodies of their fallen and onwards towards the defensive line of Synth Soldiers that had been guarding the supposedly minor world on the now-outer rim of Collective space.
But this was no ordinary minor world. This wasn't, in fact, a minor world, even though it was designed to look like that. Underneath the sewers of it's largest town lay a Collective research facility, where the final phase of Project: Severance was underway, and deep below the chaos a team of scientists worked tirelessly. The machine was a cylindrical shape, with a single prong rising into the air and three attached 'claws' that would spin around it as part of the inter-dimensional transmission system
"There's no more time" Spectre Overseer Corvus said, clad in black armour as he turned to the lead Argutus at the scene. Corvus was a relatively tall Triarian, standing at about 5'8 with larger than average eyes. The Spectre unit was also physically imposing... at least for a Triarii, compared to even an average human adult he would be considered weak and this showed in his form. On his wrist was strapped the 'Gauntlet', resembling a metallic wrist band with a small bulge ont he underside and a large pistol-like construct attached to the top, this weapon incorporated a Dark Energy Blade and the Hardlight Pistol used prominently by Triarii officers, and it was at the ready, aimed towards the door.
"Very well, we shall activate the slipspace drive" The Lead Argutus replied, tapping a few commands onto a terminal to his side and signalling to his team as his eyes began to glow a dull orange as he used Psionics to communicate with the various team members. As the banging in the hallways grew closer as the soldiers engaged in combat across the facility, the Argutus team worked fast to open the Trans-dimensional portal.
They had to deploy Project:Severance within the Secondary Universe, the one used by the Collective for travel. This would boost it's signal to cover most of the known universe, which meant all area's the extra-universal forces were entering from. If it was deployed in this universe, they would be able to transmit the signal across the Secondary universe, then temporarily collapse the boundries that kept the two universes apart, colliding them for a short 8 second period. These 8 seconds would be enough to completely eradicate the Extra-universal invaders, while the signal was (at least believed to be) harmless to MOST other races of the Primary Universe. A secondary effect of the device was to perform the opposite of it's boundry destroying capabilities on the boundries between the Secondary/Primary and the Tertiary (Where the Extra-universals came from) universe. Failure to do so would just result in a second invasion of Extra-universals, and the device would have to be recreated... there would be no way it could survive the amount of power that was going to be put through it, which would cause it to engage it's emergency self destruct in order to prevent it from releasing a secondary charge that could be disasterous to the boundries that kept the universes apart due to it's transdimensional systems cutting a massive gap through them in order to execute it's attack. If Triarian ships using their drive was like using a precision knife to cut through, then this was the equivilant of using a planet sized anti-matter charge to blast through.
At least, that was how Corvus understood it. He wasn't exactly a scientist, and this had been the extremely basic explaintation he had been given. The rest involved too much technobabble and there wasn't enough time for a proper presentation. Besides, he was a soldier first. He raised his hand to his head, hearing a voice inside his head, telling him that a Spectre unit was retreating and the upper levels had been breached
Suddenly the door slid open, splitting down the middle to allow the entrance of another black clad figure. Officer Posthuma. A younger Spectre, Corvus had known her for only a short while but she had proven extremely competent in Psionics and tactics. She had been organising the defence for the upper levels of the complex, and her arrival confirmed what she had sent him mere minutes earlier. The defensive line had fallen.
Corvus turned around to see the Argutus as they hammered away on the controls or used their Psionics to change the circuits in order to activate the Trans-Dimensional portal. Then turned back to the door as a banging on it alerted him to a new presence... and indeed, the door exploded seconds later in a shower of fire and debris, and in charged a half dozen mutated humans, firing their weapons on handedly. One of Corvus Synth Soldier escourts was hit immediately, but his Spectre issue body armour held firm and the Soldier opened fire back on them with a shot of dark energy. The shots came to rest in the skull of one of the humans, and he slowly floated into the air as the negative mass cancelled out gravity, dissipating from the head down. The swooshes of more dark energy shots, and the other 5 mutated humans were brought down quickly. But over there corpses stepped more and more, mutated Synth Soldiers, mutated humans, even mutants he didn't realise. His Synth Soldier escourt charged into the fray, hoping to draw the hostiles into CQC to prevent stray fire from damaging the device.
They were set upon by the hopeless numbers, but their Dark Energy blades appeared from their gauntlets and they began to scythe through the mutants, slicing them in half and sending the two pieces hovering into the air before dissolving into blackness and then nothingness
Finally, there was a loud tearing noise as the portal cracked open, a swirling morass. It was a swirling puddle of black, absorbing all the light that came towards it in a similar manner to a black hole. The device began to move towards it, but the mutant forces of the extra-universals saw this happening, and a group of them charged forwards towards it, aiming to smash it apart. Corvus rolled into their path and his eyes began to glow a brilliant orange, and suddenly the four mutants burst into flames as their molecules gained more energy and retreated, yelling wildly as their skin peeled off. The device finally slipped through the portal and into slipspace and as it was the Synth Soldiers were overwhelmed and killed at last by their mutated brethren, and the three Argutus hovered down from the platform, using their mastery of Psionics to create a sort of gravity well, pulling the horde of angry mutants into the air
"Spectres! To the Emergency Teleportation device, we'll cover you." The Lead Scientist shouted as the mutants were pulled into the center and crushed by the gravity as their allies weight was added to them, agonised screams rising from the ball of bodies as they were brutally murdered. Corvus did not need to be told twice, turning and dashing to the Emergency Teleportation device
"Posthuma, over here!" He yelled, and the young Spectre unit turned to run towards him... but there was a blast from the side as a massive brute of an alien, a mutant of some species they had never encountered before, rammed into her. She screamed and was thrown straight through the closing trans-dimensional portal, and it snapped shut behind her.
By now, more mutants had poured into the room, and the Argutus could no longer maintain the gravity well due to the sheer energy required, letting the ball fall to the floor as blood flowed from it. One was hit through the shoulder by a laser shot, and he collapsed down to the floor as his concentration was broke, being set upon by a mutant who tore him limb from limb before he could even respond. The remaining two Triarii turned and made a mad dash for the portal, suddenly accelerating to several dozen MPH before stopping short and climbing into the Emergency Teleporter.
Corvus dashed from the teleporter, heading towards the Trans-Dimensional teleportation device in order to open the portal again, but in a shower of dark energy, disintergrating alloys and wires it exploded and Corvus felt himself flung back, before being stopped by the Psionics of the lead Argutus and quickly pulled into the teleporter. The other Argutus pressed one of the three buttons, and a protective blast shield closed between them and the horde, just in time to crush one of the mutants, it's cry of agony and rage rising through the air as it was crushed by the sudden weight of the door. The teleporter activated and Corvus watched the horde, helplessly.
Corvus watched the command terminal from within the Space Ship 'Tyranny' with horror. Storms erupted across the universe, reports of a crew sent into the secondary universe reported that nearly all of it was consumed by these deadly storms. He watched the playback of one, a deadly cloud of blue and white energy, dancing around and completely annihilating anything that tried to pass through, like an energy blade to butter. And Posthuma would have been trapped somewhere in that. She was completely destroyed, as were their extra-galactic holdings. Navigation to the extra-galactic regions? Now completely implausible. He was unable to talk, completely dumbstruck. They had failed.
Inside the strange void that was the Secondary Universe, Posthuma floated slowly beside the device. Her sealed Spectre suit allowed her to survive in the vaccum, and she held tightly onto the device, sobbing weakly. There was a reason all ships had been ordered to exit the secondary universe. The words flashed up on the device, detailing it's activation.
10. 9. 8. All the things she'd missed... She was only 31 cycles, the end was untimely
7. 6. 5. What if she disengaged the device, she could still do it easily, all she had to do was remove it's power source
4.3.2. But if she did, all of the universe might well be doomed... but if she didn't... then this would be the end.
1. Farewell
The device let out it's lash of energy and a bright light burst from it, consuming all she saw as she closed her eyes tightly, letting out a final cry... Or rather letting out what she thought was a final cry. It took her a few moments to realise that she was alive. She opened her eyes slowly, and peered around the void... but there were chunks of rock floating here, this wasn't the secondary universe. She could see surrounding her a nebular like void, beautiful and yet her electronics were unfazed. She slowly pushed herself forwards and down towards one of the rocks, landing upon it and peering around.
Was this the universe of the invaders? Another universe? But the device was supposed to strengthen the barriers, this made no sense, this was implausible... It meant one thing, the device had failed... She heard a sort of chanting behind her, and paused. She froze up in fear, the emotions of the situation consuming her, before she felt something touch her shoulder.
Anyways, I got bored so... random story for the first time the Collective used the device, hurray! xD
VOID OF THE STARS: ASHES TO ASHES
She was young and patriotic the day she was tossed from her universe, never to pair, never to have children and never to experience all that life had to offer. When she was young, she had envisioned sitting in that spire that lay at the center of Videt, peering out over the city as the Supreme Overlord of the Milky Way galaxy. But fate had other plans, and she would die away from her kind in this endless, alien void
This was the day the Universe as all sentient life had known it ended. This was the day the Collective deployed it's newest weapon against the Extra-Universal invaders by using slipspace.
Dark Energy flew overhead towards the landing extra-universals, their weaponry burning chunks out of the planet and their ground forces, hideous mutants of innumerable species, all infused with seemingly crude cybernetics, charged forwards towards the Collective lines. Thousands of them fell, but they just continued to stream forwards, over the disintergrating bodies of their fallen and onwards towards the defensive line of Synth Soldiers that had been guarding the supposedly minor world on the now-outer rim of Collective space.
But this was no ordinary minor world. This wasn't, in fact, a minor world, even though it was designed to look like that. Underneath the sewers of it's largest town lay a Collective research facility, where the final phase of Project: Severance was underway, and deep below the chaos a team of scientists worked tirelessly. The machine was a cylindrical shape, with a single prong rising into the air and three attached 'claws' that would spin around it as part of the inter-dimensional transmission system
"There's no more time" Spectre Overseer Corvus said, clad in black armour as he turned to the lead Argutus at the scene. Corvus was a relatively tall Triarian, standing at about 5'8 with larger than average eyes. The Spectre unit was also physically imposing... at least for a Triarii, compared to even an average human adult he would be considered weak and this showed in his form. On his wrist was strapped the 'Gauntlet', resembling a metallic wrist band with a small bulge ont he underside and a large pistol-like construct attached to the top, this weapon incorporated a Dark Energy Blade and the Hardlight Pistol used prominently by Triarii officers, and it was at the ready, aimed towards the door.
"Very well, we shall activate the slipspace drive" The Lead Argutus replied, tapping a few commands onto a terminal to his side and signalling to his team as his eyes began to glow a dull orange as he used Psionics to communicate with the various team members. As the banging in the hallways grew closer as the soldiers engaged in combat across the facility, the Argutus team worked fast to open the Trans-dimensional portal.
They had to deploy Project:Severance within the Secondary Universe, the one used by the Collective for travel. This would boost it's signal to cover most of the known universe, which meant all area's the extra-universal forces were entering from. If it was deployed in this universe, they would be able to transmit the signal across the Secondary universe, then temporarily collapse the boundries that kept the two universes apart, colliding them for a short 8 second period. These 8 seconds would be enough to completely eradicate the Extra-universal invaders, while the signal was (at least believed to be) harmless to MOST other races of the Primary Universe. A secondary effect of the device was to perform the opposite of it's boundry destroying capabilities on the boundries between the Secondary/Primary and the Tertiary (Where the Extra-universals came from) universe. Failure to do so would just result in a second invasion of Extra-universals, and the device would have to be recreated... there would be no way it could survive the amount of power that was going to be put through it, which would cause it to engage it's emergency self destruct in order to prevent it from releasing a secondary charge that could be disasterous to the boundries that kept the universes apart due to it's transdimensional systems cutting a massive gap through them in order to execute it's attack. If Triarian ships using their drive was like using a precision knife to cut through, then this was the equivilant of using a planet sized anti-matter charge to blast through.
At least, that was how Corvus understood it. He wasn't exactly a scientist, and this had been the extremely basic explaintation he had been given. The rest involved too much technobabble and there wasn't enough time for a proper presentation. Besides, he was a soldier first. He raised his hand to his head, hearing a voice inside his head, telling him that a Spectre unit was retreating and the upper levels had been breached
Suddenly the door slid open, splitting down the middle to allow the entrance of another black clad figure. Officer Posthuma. A younger Spectre, Corvus had known her for only a short while but she had proven extremely competent in Psionics and tactics. She had been organising the defence for the upper levels of the complex, and her arrival confirmed what she had sent him mere minutes earlier. The defensive line had fallen.
Corvus turned around to see the Argutus as they hammered away on the controls or used their Psionics to change the circuits in order to activate the Trans-Dimensional portal. Then turned back to the door as a banging on it alerted him to a new presence... and indeed, the door exploded seconds later in a shower of fire and debris, and in charged a half dozen mutated humans, firing their weapons on handedly. One of Corvus Synth Soldier escourts was hit immediately, but his Spectre issue body armour held firm and the Soldier opened fire back on them with a shot of dark energy. The shots came to rest in the skull of one of the humans, and he slowly floated into the air as the negative mass cancelled out gravity, dissipating from the head down. The swooshes of more dark energy shots, and the other 5 mutated humans were brought down quickly. But over there corpses stepped more and more, mutated Synth Soldiers, mutated humans, even mutants he didn't realise. His Synth Soldier escourt charged into the fray, hoping to draw the hostiles into CQC to prevent stray fire from damaging the device.
They were set upon by the hopeless numbers, but their Dark Energy blades appeared from their gauntlets and they began to scythe through the mutants, slicing them in half and sending the two pieces hovering into the air before dissolving into blackness and then nothingness
Finally, there was a loud tearing noise as the portal cracked open, a swirling morass. It was a swirling puddle of black, absorbing all the light that came towards it in a similar manner to a black hole. The device began to move towards it, but the mutant forces of the extra-universals saw this happening, and a group of them charged forwards towards it, aiming to smash it apart. Corvus rolled into their path and his eyes began to glow a brilliant orange, and suddenly the four mutants burst into flames as their molecules gained more energy and retreated, yelling wildly as their skin peeled off. The device finally slipped through the portal and into slipspace and as it was the Synth Soldiers were overwhelmed and killed at last by their mutated brethren, and the three Argutus hovered down from the platform, using their mastery of Psionics to create a sort of gravity well, pulling the horde of angry mutants into the air
"Spectres! To the Emergency Teleportation device, we'll cover you." The Lead Scientist shouted as the mutants were pulled into the center and crushed by the gravity as their allies weight was added to them, agonised screams rising from the ball of bodies as they were brutally murdered. Corvus did not need to be told twice, turning and dashing to the Emergency Teleportation device
"Posthuma, over here!" He yelled, and the young Spectre unit turned to run towards him... but there was a blast from the side as a massive brute of an alien, a mutant of some species they had never encountered before, rammed into her. She screamed and was thrown straight through the closing trans-dimensional portal, and it snapped shut behind her.
By now, more mutants had poured into the room, and the Argutus could no longer maintain the gravity well due to the sheer energy required, letting the ball fall to the floor as blood flowed from it. One was hit through the shoulder by a laser shot, and he collapsed down to the floor as his concentration was broke, being set upon by a mutant who tore him limb from limb before he could even respond. The remaining two Triarii turned and made a mad dash for the portal, suddenly accelerating to several dozen MPH before stopping short and climbing into the Emergency Teleporter.
Corvus dashed from the teleporter, heading towards the Trans-Dimensional teleportation device in order to open the portal again, but in a shower of dark energy, disintergrating alloys and wires it exploded and Corvus felt himself flung back, before being stopped by the Psionics of the lead Argutus and quickly pulled into the teleporter. The other Argutus pressed one of the three buttons, and a protective blast shield closed between them and the horde, just in time to crush one of the mutants, it's cry of agony and rage rising through the air as it was crushed by the sudden weight of the door. The teleporter activated and Corvus watched the horde, helplessly.
Corvus watched the command terminal from within the Space Ship 'Tyranny' with horror. Storms erupted across the universe, reports of a crew sent into the secondary universe reported that nearly all of it was consumed by these deadly storms. He watched the playback of one, a deadly cloud of blue and white energy, dancing around and completely annihilating anything that tried to pass through, like an energy blade to butter. And Posthuma would have been trapped somewhere in that. She was completely destroyed, as were their extra-galactic holdings. Navigation to the extra-galactic regions? Now completely implausible. He was unable to talk, completely dumbstruck. They had failed.
Inside the strange void that was the Secondary Universe, Posthuma floated slowly beside the device. Her sealed Spectre suit allowed her to survive in the vaccum, and she held tightly onto the device, sobbing weakly. There was a reason all ships had been ordered to exit the secondary universe. The words flashed up on the device, detailing it's activation.
10. 9. 8. All the things she'd missed... She was only 31 cycles, the end was untimely
7. 6. 5. What if she disengaged the device, she could still do it easily, all she had to do was remove it's power source
4.3.2. But if she did, all of the universe might well be doomed... but if she didn't... then this would be the end.
1. Farewell
The device let out it's lash of energy and a bright light burst from it, consuming all she saw as she closed her eyes tightly, letting out a final cry... Or rather letting out what she thought was a final cry. It took her a few moments to realise that she was alive. She opened her eyes slowly, and peered around the void... but there were chunks of rock floating here, this wasn't the secondary universe. She could see surrounding her a nebular like void, beautiful and yet her electronics were unfazed. She slowly pushed herself forwards and down towards one of the rocks, landing upon it and peering around.
Was this the universe of the invaders? Another universe? But the device was supposed to strengthen the barriers, this made no sense, this was implausible... It meant one thing, the device had failed... She heard a sort of chanting behind her, and paused. She froze up in fear, the emotions of the situation consuming her, before she felt something touch her shoulder.
I assume we shall start soon then?
Bridge, Shade of Tyranny
Luka Loramai watched the view screens as his fleet glided forwards through the black of space, arranging themselves into formation in order to jump to the Human World of Reach. The Covenant had uncovered it's location only recently using a strange artifact from Sigma Octanus IV, and now that they had it's location they were all to willing to get a shot at reach and cripple what was left of Humanities military. The fleet moved into position, and then opened up the slipspace portal, a purple vortex. They entered it and Luka shut off the viewscreen, turning to the others on the bridge
"Today, brothers, we shall strike a blow at the beating heart of the human forces!" He declared, to a cheer from the other bridge officers "The world i..." He was cut off mid speech by a jolt as the entire ship seemed to lurch. One of the grunts on the bridge jumped away from his console as it exploded into blue
"By the rings!" One of the Elites declared as he watched the terminal report damage to sections. Luka dashed over, reading off the damage report. The gods must be displeased, their ship was being tossed all over the place, it's energy projectors receiving damage, it's troop bays being torn apart. He pulled down the view screen again and watched as part of the ship was quite literally torn off, and one of the fins flew past and then... everything seemed to return to normal
"Disengage the drive! Quickly!" He ordered, and the navigations officer nodded and rapidly smashed several buttons. They dropped out of slip space and back into normal space... and were staring at a desert planet with two suns. Luka frowned, they must have been tossed off course, this was not how the planet had been described, nor were the other vessels here
"Where are we?" Fal asked as he approached the navigation officer, who tapped several keys in, then frowned and tried again. The terminal beeped in response and changed colour, but nothing else happened. The Officer turned his head to Fal
"I don't know, brother... we do not appear to be in any known galactic cluster..." He said slowly, almost in disbelief. But Luka was seeing bigger problems as he watched the view screens. There were other ships. Was this some kind of human experiment, had they brought the Shade of Tyranny here deliberately... no, that was far beyond their technology. Were these ships even human? Why didn't match any known patterns. He proceeded across the bridge to the Luminary, as Ripa entered the bridge to investigate. Fal frowned as he watched Luka
"What are you doing, Fleetmaster?"
"The Luminary marks all humans as artefacts due to a design imperfection" He stated. In truth, it was a design perfection rather than an imperfection, but neither Luka nor any of the Elites knew of this. He activated it and stared at it, watching as the glyphs popped up. One... then two, then dozens, then hundreds.
"Humans..." Ripa said slowly as the Glyphs appeared across several of the ships. So what was on the others?
"We must destroy them!" Fal said, watching the glyphs appear and clenching his fists
"No. They might be able to get us out of this, we can always exterminate them afterwards. Send out a communications signal, establish contact with all vessels"
Tatooine Orbit
The purple ship appeared, slowly drifting forwards through the black of space. It's shields raised to prevent the venting of atmosphere from one of it's hanger bays, that had been torn open during the transfer. It transmitted a single message to the other ships
"This is Fleet Master Luka Loramai of the CCS Battlecruiser Shade of Tyranny to all nearby ships. We have sustained damage in an unknown accident, we request knowledge on our position and on resource locations for repairs."
Luka Loramai watched the view screens as his fleet glided forwards through the black of space, arranging themselves into formation in order to jump to the Human World of Reach. The Covenant had uncovered it's location only recently using a strange artifact from Sigma Octanus IV, and now that they had it's location they were all to willing to get a shot at reach and cripple what was left of Humanities military. The fleet moved into position, and then opened up the slipspace portal, a purple vortex. They entered it and Luka shut off the viewscreen, turning to the others on the bridge
"Today, brothers, we shall strike a blow at the beating heart of the human forces!" He declared, to a cheer from the other bridge officers "The world i..." He was cut off mid speech by a jolt as the entire ship seemed to lurch. One of the grunts on the bridge jumped away from his console as it exploded into blue
"By the rings!" One of the Elites declared as he watched the terminal report damage to sections. Luka dashed over, reading off the damage report. The gods must be displeased, their ship was being tossed all over the place, it's energy projectors receiving damage, it's troop bays being torn apart. He pulled down the view screen again and watched as part of the ship was quite literally torn off, and one of the fins flew past and then... everything seemed to return to normal
"Disengage the drive! Quickly!" He ordered, and the navigations officer nodded and rapidly smashed several buttons. They dropped out of slip space and back into normal space... and were staring at a desert planet with two suns. Luka frowned, they must have been tossed off course, this was not how the planet had been described, nor were the other vessels here
"Where are we?" Fal asked as he approached the navigation officer, who tapped several keys in, then frowned and tried again. The terminal beeped in response and changed colour, but nothing else happened. The Officer turned his head to Fal
"I don't know, brother... we do not appear to be in any known galactic cluster..." He said slowly, almost in disbelief. But Luka was seeing bigger problems as he watched the view screens. There were other ships. Was this some kind of human experiment, had they brought the Shade of Tyranny here deliberately... no, that was far beyond their technology. Were these ships even human? Why didn't match any known patterns. He proceeded across the bridge to the Luminary, as Ripa entered the bridge to investigate. Fal frowned as he watched Luka
"What are you doing, Fleetmaster?"
"The Luminary marks all humans as artefacts due to a design imperfection" He stated. In truth, it was a design perfection rather than an imperfection, but neither Luka nor any of the Elites knew of this. He activated it and stared at it, watching as the glyphs popped up. One... then two, then dozens, then hundreds.
"Humans..." Ripa said slowly as the Glyphs appeared across several of the ships. So what was on the others?
"We must destroy them!" Fal said, watching the glyphs appear and clenching his fists
"No. They might be able to get us out of this, we can always exterminate them afterwards. Send out a communications signal, establish contact with all vessels"
Tatooine Orbit
The purple ship appeared, slowly drifting forwards through the black of space. It's shields raised to prevent the venting of atmosphere from one of it's hanger bays, that had been torn open during the transfer. It transmitted a single message to the other ships
"This is Fleet Master Luka Loramai of the CCS Battlecruiser Shade of Tyranny to all nearby ships. We have sustained damage in an unknown accident, we request knowledge on our position and on resource locations for repairs."
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