Xiro Zean — Roleplayer Guild

Making a separate message so that all applicants will see a notification on their personal feeds. I had added posting expectations and an expected deadline for posts should you be accepted into this RP.

This is not only as a warning for those in the future who wish to apply, but also to inform those who already have. I’m going to try to run a relatively tight ship. If you can’t keep up with a two week grace period between posts, please do not apply. When the RP starts, and such deadlines come and go with players unable to keep up, I will write you temporarily or permanently out of scenes to keep the plot going.

As my first GM’d forum RP, I want to be able to finish it before I’m old and grey, and I don’t want it to die in its infancy like many others do. If you don’t like me keeping you accountable, and me kept accountable by you in turn, please do not apply. If you already have and wish to change your mind after reading this or the message on the first OOC post, please either remove the sheet from the OOC or mark it in some way to make it clear to me that you are no longer interested.

Thank you for your time, and for those still interested after all of that, good luck in this rat race of an application window.

SRX-12 Imaging Satellite
IC 286.06 // Petrichor-8 // Recording a Frontier Planet
Indeterminant Timeframe // No Accompanying Staff

Situated three thousand kilometers away from the planet it circled around, the recording device onboard the SRX-12 Imaging Satellite captured the depiction of the slowly revolving world below. Giant landmasses of brown and red covered the planet's surface, with borders of green lined along the edges next to the few and far between blots of blue. Patches of grey dotted the landscape, areas that would fill with light as they turned away from the star illuminating the planet from space, the earthy sphere one of twelve among those that orbited the heavenly body.

In the space around the planet, another device occasionally passed along the periphery of the satellite's lens, a massive circular construct with prongs perpendicular to its circumference. At certain points in the recording that seemed to be taking place over several months, pinpoints of movement left the planet's surface and grew into spacecraft, approaching the other device and disappearing with a sudden flash as they passed through the ring, other unfamiliar craft taking their place as they returned to the planet from off-screen at various angles. Then a period passed where no such craft were coming nor going, planets that were once visible in the background of various shots no longer appearing when they should have, a miniature asteroid belt appearing moments later that had been absent from previous recordings.

The attack had been sudden, as many planetary invasions were, the recording slowing to a more reasonable speed as specks far off in the distance among the stars quickly closed in within a minute of being detected. Massive freighters, Knight-Class Carrier-Type Red Whales, grew in size on the image feed as they approached the planet, bloated and large like their namesake with 'flippers' loaded with heavy space-to-surface orbital guns and hangers full of small form planet-boarding craft. A small squadron of three stalled just above the planet's exosphere while another ship crept into view from the other side of the satellite. 

Knight-Class Flagship-Type Fringehead, a sleek, more narrow vessel with a rounded bow and a ballooned stern packed with thrusters of various sizes, its carapace a pale white. Pieces of the unseen Warp Gate trailed in its wake, flowing from the tip of the ship as if it was a predator's maw leaking blood from a recent kill.

Though no sound could be heard from the vacuum of space, radio chatter picked up from the planet's surface began to play over the recording, each of the Red Whales' fins aglow with several specks of light while voices overlapped with one another.

["-re those supposed to be spacecraft? I'm sure it's just the Constellations visiting for a routine-"]

["-king News: An announcement from First Lieutenant Carinae Richie has been broadcasted to all neighboring planets within the Petrichor-8 solar system. Please proceed to the nearest Mantle-Layer Shelter for-"]

["-ee it too, how the hell did the military let those things get so close to-"]

["-ello? Yes, this is the acting chairman of Anaxes Industries, I need you to send the fastest craft you can buy as soon as-"]

["-om, I'm scared! Do you think we'll be able to get away in-"]

["-ll personnel! Activate orbital defenses! I want our guns intercepting as many of those plasma payloads as possible. Deploy the Cherrkov Interceptors, and do NOT let those damn aliens finish a second firing sequence! I repeat, DO NOT-"]

["-ord in heaven, watch over us as we ascend into your loving embrace. Please accept our sinful souls, and lead us to an eternal paradise-"]

The tip of the Fringehead slowly opened, splitting apart like a flower to reveal rows upon rows of energized weapons, all alight with the same glow just as the bombardment began. Silently, the cannons of the Red Whales fired orbs of vibrant blue light toward the defenseless world, punching holes through the thin layer of ozone that protected the planet from the radiation of stars as retaliatory blossoms of flame and metal ejected from several points on the planet's surface. 

Though more numerous than the Aberrant's salvo, it took dozens of intercepting shots and missiles to force a pre-emptive detonation of plasma, and several more of the cerulean balls of death made contact with the planet's surface than those that were stopped. The results of each impact could be seen on the satellite imaging, visible ripples forming from each civilization-ending blast, hundreds of thousands of screams overtaking the audio recording planet-side before being suddenly silenced by the telling crackle of a destroyed transmission device.

From similar locations as the orbital defense salvo, tiny specks took flight and approached the looming Aberrant ships, their shapes just barely perceptible in the form of small form spacecraft. Ascending past the mesosphere and through the thermosphere at record pace, it wouldn't have taken long for them to reach their targets and begin a counter-attack. Were it not for the Fringehead.

Having held its own discharge until the right moment, the weapons began firing as soon as the interceptors drew into range, an uncountable number of lights filling up the vastness of space as they precisely narrowed upon the human fighters' locations. Though evasive maneuvers were attempted, rolling around beams and deftly sliding through the smallest of cracks in the endless barrage, the few craft that had survived the assault were quickly overrun as the Red Whales released interceptors of their own. 

The Fringehead slowly turned its bow toward the satellite, igniting its galley of weapons once more as the Red Whales prepared their next salvo, plumes of blue and red meeting in the skies above the planet as a final transmission played over the rest.

["Energy signal confirmed. Aberrant Princess-Class D-47 aboard the enemy craft. Send in the Constellations to Frontier System Petrichor-8 Planet #7, Alora-"] 

The imaging and audio cut off simultaneously as the beam arsenal fires, the screen filled with light.

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