Sophrus

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

your move @6slyboy6

Sorry it was kinda short, i was going to combine this with the Colab but i figured i would keep things rolling.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Gargan Diplotatic cruiser

_{Mekhar space}

The cruiser makes a final jump from the borders of mekhar space, firing its jump drives at full power to push as deep into their territory as possible. The moment he drops from FTL he bigins broadcasting a long range message in hope that a Mekhar ship or station is listening.

This is Gargan Diplomatic Cruiser Wanderer
We come in peace
We seek an audience with the Mekhar
Please respond

The message repeates every few minutes, The cruiser sits with its weapons and drones powered down, although it has its FTL drive powered and ready to make an emergency jump if need be. The cruiser sits near a lonely star devoid of planets, although several ancient wrecks orbit the star frome battles long past. A small team of engineers and scientists are dispatched to one of the nearest wrecks to pick through the bones, but each of the wrecks where old Imperial designs, not worth salvaging and several designs out of date.

The cruiser waited for several days, the captain began to ponder if they should make another jump deeper into Mekhar space but he grew concerned with their safety if they encroached too deeply into their territory. Before the desision was made sensors picked up several FTL signatures. The captain called for battle stations, and the crew prepared to battle but the guns where never powered up so as to appear non-threatening to the Mekhar.

"Are the signatures Mekhar?" asked the captain
"I dont know sir. I believe so." said engineering
"what?"
"the FTL signature is coming from Mekhar territory, but i can not identify the signatures so they could be mekhar or Imperial designs we have not seen around the home world."
"that is not very informative... we will assume they are Mekhar and keep weapons offline, but spin up the FTL drive if we need to make a quick get away."

After only a few more moments of anticipation the ships Dropped from FTL.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

No, it's happening at my place. I doubt it will spill over there. But who knows.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Oh, @6slyboy6 ill be getting an IC post up soon about the Mekhar. The colab with pyro is dealing with your post.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

@Pyromaniacwolf

Just harassing you for more of the colab ;)

The Forgotten Heroes

Alright!! @Utrax

lets keep this rolling, terribly sorry for the delay.

The Forgotten Heroes

Ordam

^{Location: Outer Palisades - Interior}

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Ordam opened his eyes and glanced around, he studied the room and realized that he had no memory of this place. He was leaning against the stone wall of a small room that seemed to be an armory, or was an armory at one point. There where weapon and armor racks along the walls but the weapons where long gone or damaged to the point of uselessness. He looked down to examine the bandages stained with blood and rusted armor. He was in a sad state he knew and there didnt seem to be an immediate fix for his shoddy equipment. He rubbed at his eyes trying to remember where he was or why he was here.

When his gaze came back up he noticed a floor to celing Banner that bore a mark he did not recognize. He was sure it was not the mark of his kingdom, although what his own mark was he couldnt remember. He followed the logic, if he was not in his home and he was not in a cell, and he was armed... he must be an invader. The logic seemed sound, but the battle must be long over if he was alone and couldnt hear the battle raging around him. Finally he decided he needed to get his bearings. Scraping himself off the floor he stood and took a couple shaky steps towards the door near him. The moment he touched the door something on the other side slammed into it like a battering ram and sounded like a rabid beast trying to get at him. He stumbled back and raised his sword, noticing then that it ended much shorter than he expected. He looked down at his bandages again to notice that several where stained by long gashes that ran along his arms, maybe that was why he had hidden in this room. to escape from a slavering monster, and he was to exhausted to contine so he collapsed in this room.

The other door he decided was his best bet. As he had tangled with whatever was behind this door and lost already, best to take his chances elsewhere. With the remains of his sword in hand he shoved the door open and prepared for anything to leap out. When nothing did he examined the passage closer. The hall was smooth stone with several archer slits along its length. The archer slit nearest him was damaged, the opening broken open wide. He looked out to the grounds, and could see an ancient battle long forgotten. Siege towers sat in ruin with moss and creepers running up their sides. he studied the scene in awe, This must have been a great battle with many thousands of soldiers.

While he took in the grand scene he heard a raspy voice holler "Cterian will never fall!" Ordam turned suprised by the creatures sudden apperance. What he could see was a simple soldier, a man at arms with a light breast plate and tattered chainmail, wielding the haft of a spear without the steel tip. It still seemed sharp but not as dangerous. "I am Odam of..." his sentence died in his throat as he realized he couldnt name his home, he cleared his throat trying to gloss over the blunder of his memory.

"Stand aside, i have no wish to harm you" he said with a tight grip on his blade. The creature simply started chanting, "cterian" again and again like an insane mantra while stepping forward and charging Ordam with the spear out streched. Ordam tried to turn the blow with his armor, the dull wooden spear should have easily glanced off the armor but it found a weakend dent and punched through. Ordam grunted, it was still a superficial wound but it hurt none the less. Ordam slashed his blade still coming to terms that it was much too short, the broken blade merely scrached the crazed soldier across the chest rather than cleaving him in half. Grunting Ordam took hold of the spear and shoved back, proving to be much stronger than the one attacking him. The crazed soldier tumbled back to the ground and Ordam was on him quickly leaping into the air while bringing the blade down onto his opponent. Ordam impaled the wretch to the stone and it let out its last groan of "Cterian"

Ordam reached up and felt the wound in his chest, a flesh wound, little more. it would heal on its own soon enough. He sighs marching on through the walls looking for a way up, od down to the ground so he could get his bearings. he continued lost and alone.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

@Pyromaniacwolf

Well, consider me breathing down your neck (not creepy)

And your building a colab will probably get me trying harder to find time lol.

Like right now i should really be writing about the research on blood tests ive been doing all week, but i would rather be poking around here

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

@6slyboy6

Sorry! i have been swamped with school, really eating into my RP time, ill be catching up soon as i can.

The Forgotten Heroes

Good stuff!

I'll work on a IC soon as I have a chance.