The Lord of Fate
Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
I went on vacation to the beach today, so... my response time will be likewise extended. I’ll make sure to respond by tomorrow afternoon!
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Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
I went on vacation to the beach today, so... my response time will be likewise extended. I’ll make sure to respond by tomorrow afternoon!
The Lord of Fate
Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
(Real Response here!)
Detailed scouting reports, seen on screens inside of the command center showed privy to what was chasing them. Ragtag Militia, clad in both peasant garbs, and medieval plate and chainmaille. Alongside far more modern, and advanced garments such as armorweave jackets and jacks. All of them were equipped with some sort of single-shot beam weapon. Cobbled together cheaply by the Red-Robed Priests the escapees have seen earlier.
They swarmed the ground above, attempting to literally tunnel their way to the entrance and burrow through the concrete walls with pickaxes and hammers. They were relentless in their assault, proximity sensors screaming that they were indeed trampling eachother to death just to get into the complex.
It seems that their looting and pillaging came to an abrubt end as the thunder of bootsteps above ground vibrated the base's very frame.
Titus was nowhere to be found, and Aravae was looking up at the ceiling in fear as she held this mastercrafted vibrating rapier. What use would this have against soldiers who had no fear of death?
But salvation came, oh did salvation come. Westenra's quick thinking produced a small platoon of identical clones. Each produced through a form of mitosis seen in cells. They went to work, grabbing weapons off the walls. Flame throwers, Plasma Guns, Heavy Slug Throwers. Anything that could carve through massive swaths of enemy and buy time for the original and her impromptu friends to escape.
Things were looking very bleak indeed...
Out of nowhere, Titus suddenly burst through the door directly adjacent to the hangar bay, The disgraced Shock Marine dressed in the panoply of battle for one of the Battlegroup's Finest Heroes. Master-crafted Power Armor covered the aging Marine from head to toe, his cold, sad features concealed by the screaming eagle he had for a helmet. In his hands, a massive sparking maul, that looked to be able to smash its way through main battle tanks with ease. He gestured to the doorway with urgency, while shouting. The vocabulator making his yell reverberate across the walls like some demented cacophony of sound.
"Come now! They are upon us! I have an escape! A Ship!"
Aravae lead the rout, running ahead of everyone first and foremost and following behind Titus. Her arms were swinging, and her wings beating to give her just that little bit of speed to give her the edge among her friends. She hovered deftly behind Titus as she passed through the doorway. Everyone was promptly greeted with a modest looking ship, sitting amongst other ships of the exact same design, in various states of disrepair. This one, before them, appeared to be of a modest size. No larger than a LAAT Tank Carrier, but equipped like a Cruiser! An Archeotech Gunship for use in orbit, and planetary combat... even at the quick glance they had. While scrambling up the gunship's boarding ramp. It was equipped with four heavy-turbo lasers in turrets mounted on the sides. And a huge reciprocating twin-blaster cannon mounted in the chin. With hardpoints for chaff launchers and miniaturized point defence rotary guns.
As they boarded, Titus went to work with bringing the ships engines online. He shouted to Zachariel and Westenra, the voice within the helmet still gurgled and hoarse from the musket shot to the cheek:
"Move for the port and starboard cannons! We might have company in orbit!"
Meanwhile... perculiarly. Aravae made her way to the cockpick and promtly sat down. A live video feed began as she came to see Titus, Westenra and Zachariel on ship cameras. Why in the force, was the Dame supposed to fly something that was like magic to her? In a brief panic, she jammed her thumbs against the triggers on the joystick, and in an instant. A rapid flurry of automatic blaster cannon shots crunched through the concrete as the ship was being leveled upward for takeoff. Which was QUICKLY rectified by Aravae who promptly let go of the Joystick.
As the ship leveled upward toward the sky, and the hangar blastdoors opening and allowing the horrible flesh mounds of mind controlled murderers fall through and hit the ground nearby the ship, and scramble for the opened boarding ramp.
Thankfully, Titus was there to slow their assault as he leveled his Hammer, and brought it down in sickening wet smashes which sent viscera and blood soaring across the flight deck and splattering across the ancient walls. He kept them at bay, if for a moment.
Aravae, who was visibly having an "significant emotional event" was seen on the video feeds randomly clicking buttons on the dash in a seemingly random order. Praying that whatever she hit would do something good.
In the cockpit, she was promptly interrupted by a soothing voice, emanating from the computer.
"Autopilot Active. Moving to launch vector, priming navi-computer to sector 12-J."
In but an instant, the loading bay door shut, sealing the ships occupants inside. Before the engines suddenly ignited and sent the Gunship hurtling into the stratosphere at a speed that could of damn near been 0-100 in ten nano-seconds. Fortunately, the inertial dampeners onboard prevented their organs from instantly turning into mince pie the second the thrusters ignited....
They escaped. At last....
It was peace for a time. A few moments to catch ones breath from the over-excitement from earlier.... It was all but fleeting when the saw a large carrier sized vessel in the distance. Its massive belly pregnant with fighters....
They soon caught sight of Aravae's ship, and deployed everything. They. Had.
Hundreds of fighters, all Archeotech were seen screaming toward them as the hyperdrive started its coundown. Two Minutes till escape. The fighters on the otherhand, were well within thirty-seconds of flight time before they would be on the dinky Gunship... And, the chance of survival or dying in orbit layed in the hands of Zachariel, Titus, Aravae, and Westenra.... what they would do next would decide the fate of billions, and their own as well.
The Carrier soon turned broadside on, and began firing blast after blast of full broadsides in an attempt of bringing down the ship... The shields held against everything that Carrier had in regards to Secondary Batteries. But not even this prototype ship could withstand the punishment of a capitol class ship for long...
(OOC, I hope you guys like this last action segment before we begin PT 2 on our merry suicide adventure!)
KILL, MAIM, BURN!!
Zachariel had plundered to his non existent hearts content, taking all he could carry and then some. Hidden deep within the base, Zachariel had found himself a heavy assault canon, a jetpack for enhanced beings such as himself and Titus, and a whole new set of armor. He was armed to the teeth, more so than he had been before. Emerging from the shadows like a horrifying specter, Zachariel chuckled darkly upon seeing the clone army and hearing the base was under attack.
Hefting his regular weapon in his right hand, Zachariel made sure the jetpack and assault canon were well attached to his back, along with numerous, non-descript weapons and explosives. Lastly he checked that the large bag by his side was closed off. Satisfied, he turned to face his companions when Titus emerged, having them move to escape. Zachariel followed without a word, and as much as he wanted to fight, he had seen just how many beings there were, and knew that it would be nigh impossible to kill them all. It frustrated him, but he knew they couldn't survive and live to keep fighting properly. As it was, he also knew that these androids would buy them some time, but he still stopped one and spoke to it quickly.
"When you're overrun, or about to be, blow it all up. Destroy everything and deny the Queen Mother this prize."
Waiting for some sort of assent, Zachariel then made his way to the ship with the rest of the group. Though it pained him to have to destroy such a place as this, he knew it was better in the long run. Besides, he had what he needed and more. Entering the escape ship behind the others, Zachariel immediately made his way for the port side gun, taking everything with him. Dropping his items just outside the gun port, Zachariel slid into the position smoothly, surprised somewhat that he fit relatively well. This gunship must've been designed so that enhanced beings could fit easily inside. Sitting comfortably, Zachariel sent a message to the ship that had ferried him to this planet, hoping for some extra data to be had when they returned.
Monitor the planet and all the activities from the masses, report back to me every solar day.
With that done, Zachariel activated the heavy gun with the flick of a switch. Turning the weapon towards the masses as they shot past, Zachariel opened fire, scoring numerous clean hits. Each blast destroyed large chunks of the enemy everywhere he hit, sadly however, there were too many to kill, and they were gone before Zachariel could shoot more than a dozen shots. Sighing with frustration, he turned the weapon forward, ready for anything. He wasn't disappointed as the capital ship appeared before them. Growling at the sight, Zachariel opened fire immediately. At first he shot at the ship itself, aiming at any obvious weapons he could see, and when the fighters emerged, Zachariel switched his fire to them after a handful of seconds still firing at the cruiser.
Shouting out to his companions, Zachariel fired at every ship in sight, simply spraying and praying.
"Fire everything! These dogs can't hold us, now or ever!"
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
OOC- Like? Nah, I love it! Can't wait for more.
Hefting his regular weapon in his right hand, Zachariel made sure the jetpack and assault canon were well attached to his back, along with numerous, non-descript weapons and explosives. Lastly he checked that the large bag by his side was closed off. Satisfied, he turned to face his companions when Titus emerged, having them move to escape. Zachariel followed without a word, and as much as he wanted to fight, he had seen just how many beings there were, and knew that it would be nigh impossible to kill them all. It frustrated him, but he knew they couldn't survive and live to keep fighting properly. As it was, he also knew that these androids would buy them some time, but he still stopped one and spoke to it quickly.
"When you're overrun, or about to be, blow it all up. Destroy everything and deny the Queen Mother this prize."
Waiting for some sort of assent, Zachariel then made his way to the ship with the rest of the group. Though it pained him to have to destroy such a place as this, he knew it was better in the long run. Besides, he had what he needed and more. Entering the escape ship behind the others, Zachariel immediately made his way for the port side gun, taking everything with him. Dropping his items just outside the gun port, Zachariel slid into the position smoothly, surprised somewhat that he fit relatively well. This gunship must've been designed so that enhanced beings could fit easily inside. Sitting comfortably, Zachariel sent a message to the ship that had ferried him to this planet, hoping for some extra data to be had when they returned.
Monitor the planet and all the activities from the masses, report back to me every solar day.
With that done, Zachariel activated the heavy gun with the flick of a switch. Turning the weapon towards the masses as they shot past, Zachariel opened fire, scoring numerous clean hits. Each blast destroyed large chunks of the enemy everywhere he hit, sadly however, there were too many to kill, and they were gone before Zachariel could shoot more than a dozen shots. Sighing with frustration, he turned the weapon forward, ready for anything. He wasn't disappointed as the capital ship appeared before them. Growling at the sight, Zachariel opened fire immediately. At first he shot at the ship itself, aiming at any obvious weapons he could see, and when the fighters emerged, Zachariel switched his fire to them after a handful of seconds still firing at the cruiser.
Shouting out to his companions, Zachariel fired at every ship in sight, simply spraying and praying.
"Fire everything! These dogs can't hold us, now or ever!"
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
OOC- Like? Nah, I love it! Can't wait for more.
The Lord of Fate
The ship hilted straight into the thick of it. Aravae's ship suddenly burst from a dead sleep and woke up. Its onboard AI switching on all defensive batteries. Automated Laser Turrets soon popped from hidden gun-ports, chaff launchers began fireing off decoys, and missiles were being launched. The cloud of fighters closed. Even though the forward turrets and cannons blew many of the unshielded snub fighters apart, and sending their pilots hilting off into deep space in pieces or ejected shortly before total structural failure.
The sensor readouts showed what class of ship they were indeed battling against. The one pregnant with these endless hordes of Star Fighters. The flagship of the ancient Catharian Hegemony. The Cathay Rahtai. A massive super-star destroyer sized vessel that could annihilate entire fleets on its lonesone. It seemed to be operating at a reduced state, judging by exterior damage done to it by some unknown cause. It was ancient, but wholly alien in design. Though it did bear scant resemblance to the old Galactic Empire Executor Class SSDs. It had other, far more ancient design elements. There was no fighting it in a single gunship. Scant chance.
It was thankfully alone. Perhaps it was the only functional Catharian Ship that had survived the millennia. But, one got the inclination that it was here for a purpose.
But then something extraordinary happened. The ships that were once swarming them, and about to overwhelm what scant defenses Aravae's ship could muster up. Stopped in their tracks and stopped fireing. The Gunship's AI was suddenly compelled to stop aswell. As if under a spell. The force was heavy... cold and unforgiving at this moment. It was heavy, like lead. The air still, and quiet save for the beeps of the onboard computers.
Titus's voice called out from the center of the ship. Loud enough for everyone aboard to hear.
"What? They stopped firing... then that means... /She's here.../"
Aravae didn't know who /she/ was. She had no idea who was here for her. Who was here to drag her off and end her existence just because she was distantly related? It was crazy talk for the primitive mind who had never seen a ship fly before. Even then, the comprehension of such a fact was something unheard of.
Titus came to the center of the ship, the common room. Where he had hoped to meet everyone to discuss their next move. Aravae, too. Was there. Cowering in a booth and babbling to herself incoherently. It seems that the day had weighted heavily on the Winged Fool's shoulders. What happens now, was completely beyond her.
As they all entered, the air began to swirl, and a black mist appeared in the center of the room. Followed by the crackling of lightning... after but a few moments. A figure stepped forth from the darkness.
A woman, clad in robes of Blood Red and Royal Purple. Average in height, and visibly. Completely unremarkable. A purple furred Cathar, with distinctly human-like features. An early evolution of the modern day Cathar perhaps. Her face, stern in complexion and visibly, not over the age of 20. Shown itself after the figure reached her gloved hands upward, to pull down her hood. A face, of almost troubling symmetry and grace. Unnatural to the core. Royal Purple fur, matched darker markings on her face. But her eyes... blazed. Bright Red in its entirety.
One could physically feel the power, and the fear she gave off at a mere glance. Oozing confidence and power. But yet, she appeared physically smaller, even moreso than the short Aravae, whos eyes were now glued at the figure before them. Unblinking.
The figure spoke. Her voice rattling the ship with pure projected force energy. If what Titus said was true. She was an Anathema to the Jedi's Chosen one. A creation of evil itself. But, the voice was somehow comforting. Like a Mother, to a child. It perhaps was.... given the enduring age of the figure before them. Immortal. Soft Spoken as well, with each word carefully thought out before being spoken in quiet contemplation.
"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Friends of Aravae."
She spoke Aravae's name no louder than a whisper. But yet, it still seemed to be as potent as a shout.
"You must know who I am, as I look at the Traitor among your ranks. Shield Captain Titus..."
The Woman glanced upward to Titus, whose blazing red eyes focusing on him briefly. Titus, however. Was unable to meet her gaze.
"You must know what I am here for. Aravae. The Daughter, of my own blood and creation."
That statement, thoroughly terrified Aravae. Who only slinked further behind the sabaac table behind them.
The figure then paused. Allowing time for everyone to speak and ask of their own questions. A polite gesture to be sure...
Westenra Mina
Zachariel SteelbloodKILL, MAIM, BURN!!
Opening fire with a roar of fury, Zachariel shot down dozens of fires, hoping that his companions would do the same. Despite this, it wasn't enough, as that massive ship in the background was no doubt stocked to the brim with more fighters. Thankfully enough, the ship activated in full and began to fight back as well. However, Zachariel knew that if they wanted to defeat this SSD, they could only do so by boarding it, and even then they would most likely fall. Growling in frustration, Zachariel kept firing, knowing that even a moment of hesitation would kill them all.
It was then that everything froze, their enemies, the ship, everything. Trying to keep firing, Zachariel found that the firing studs wouldn't respond, he found that the gun wouldn't turn either. Roaring in frustration, and knowing that something big was coming, Zachariel readied himself. He was proven correct when Titus informed them that the Queen Mother would be coming. Eyes widening and narrowing in an instant, Zachariel rushed out of the turret he was in. Rushing through the common room, Zachariel barreled past Titus, practically shoving the man aside in his haste to the cockpit.
Gazing about frantically, Zachariel finally found a port. Quickly pulling out an override chip, Zachariel inserted the device. This device was made so that it would override any other control and give it to whoever had command of the device. Sadly for Zachariel, it would take several minutes to break whatever hold the Queen Mother had on the ship, and even if it was broken, there was no telling what would happen afterwards. Regardless, they all had to prepare. Rushing back to the common room, Zachariel quickly looked over his weapons even as he spoke in a rushed voice.
"Potential override coming, might free us and allow us to escape. We need a few minutes before it works." Staring around the room at his fellows, Zachariel grimaced. "We need to prepare to repel boarders, who knows what the Queen Mother will do next."
It was at that moment that the Queen Mother made her entrance, the smoke swirling in one place. In a flash, Zachariel had his heavy blaster pointed squarely at the swirl, while his free hand pulled out the sword on his hip. While he had the assault canon attached to his back, there was no time to pull it, much less to spin it up. Snarling in rage at that thought, Zachariel adjusted his aim so that he was pointing his blaster directly at her skull. Though he refrained from firing for now, Zachariel only did so because of the sheer power emanating from her. Alone he could never hope to kill her, he'd need the rest of his companions working together for this to succeed.
Zachariels eyes narrowed as she spoke, grip tightening unconsciously on his weapons. Snarling out a response, Zachariel was ready for anything, with even the slightest twitch having the possibility of sending him into a frenzied attack.
"You're here to take or kill her, for some over complicated plan that you've been planning for centuries if not millennia." Sneering further, Zachariels tone was dark, evil. "You've got something in the works, so why don't you enlighten us as to what it is."
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
OOC- Also an FYI, this'll be the last post till Sunday-Monday most likely. Busy until then, and most likely won't have much time to post. If I get time, I'll try to, but no promises.
It was then that everything froze, their enemies, the ship, everything. Trying to keep firing, Zachariel found that the firing studs wouldn't respond, he found that the gun wouldn't turn either. Roaring in frustration, and knowing that something big was coming, Zachariel readied himself. He was proven correct when Titus informed them that the Queen Mother would be coming. Eyes widening and narrowing in an instant, Zachariel rushed out of the turret he was in. Rushing through the common room, Zachariel barreled past Titus, practically shoving the man aside in his haste to the cockpit.
Gazing about frantically, Zachariel finally found a port. Quickly pulling out an override chip, Zachariel inserted the device. This device was made so that it would override any other control and give it to whoever had command of the device. Sadly for Zachariel, it would take several minutes to break whatever hold the Queen Mother had on the ship, and even if it was broken, there was no telling what would happen afterwards. Regardless, they all had to prepare. Rushing back to the common room, Zachariel quickly looked over his weapons even as he spoke in a rushed voice.
"Potential override coming, might free us and allow us to escape. We need a few minutes before it works." Staring around the room at his fellows, Zachariel grimaced. "We need to prepare to repel boarders, who knows what the Queen Mother will do next."
It was at that moment that the Queen Mother made her entrance, the smoke swirling in one place. In a flash, Zachariel had his heavy blaster pointed squarely at the swirl, while his free hand pulled out the sword on his hip. While he had the assault canon attached to his back, there was no time to pull it, much less to spin it up. Snarling in rage at that thought, Zachariel adjusted his aim so that he was pointing his blaster directly at her skull. Though he refrained from firing for now, Zachariel only did so because of the sheer power emanating from her. Alone he could never hope to kill her, he'd need the rest of his companions working together for this to succeed.
Zachariels eyes narrowed as she spoke, grip tightening unconsciously on his weapons. Snarling out a response, Zachariel was ready for anything, with even the slightest twitch having the possibility of sending him into a frenzied attack.
"You're here to take or kill her, for some over complicated plan that you've been planning for centuries if not millennia." Sneering further, Zachariels tone was dark, evil. "You've got something in the works, so why don't you enlighten us as to what it is."
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
OOC- Also an FYI, this'll be the last post till Sunday-Monday most likely. Busy until then, and most likely won't have much time to post. If I get time, I'll try to, but no promises.
The Demon of Jedha
(Klendathu Drop from Starship Troopers Plays)
The Westenras had wasted no time in cloning themselves to defend the base as it was breached. It had required some creative reprogramming to bypass their no firearms programming (the stipulation being that any copy that picked up and used a firearm would self destruct at the cellular level in three days or if killed while wielding one.) No copy of Melissa would allow themselves to be captured in any case, intending to fight to the death using whatever was available.
Melissa-Prime (Rollout!: 80 XP) felt terrible sending so many newly created copies to their death but there was little choice except to make a break for it as the soldiers burst through, shooting. She managed to chop some in half as she boarded the vessel with
Xzeench
and
Zachariel Steelblood
and Titus.
Why did all of this turn so horribly pear shaped.
Mother once told her the story of how she had struggled to save Atrisia from The Sacred Ancestor, one of The Galaxy's earliest Star Destroyers. She got the horrible feeling she was about to help Aravae attempt something similar as she got on the turrets. She knew they were screwed. That many starfighters? They weren't beating that. No way.
She did what she could, shooting down a few dozen through high accuracy targeting programs but in the end she knew it was hopeless. Suddenly however, the fighters pulled back. Titus called everyone to the common room, where the Queen Mother appeared. Melissa definitely had a few questions, though she shivered when the Queen addressed Aravae as Daughter. Karlie and Her Mother. Poor Laertia. Poor Maple. And now poor Aravae.
Such a terrible curse, daughters constantly set against mothers. Melissa found herself thankful that as morally questionable as Nine was, they still had a somewhat stable relationship. They loved each other.
Perhaps Nine would not mind another daughter...
"Was their any other way you could have gotten what you want without bloodshed? So much you have, yet still you want the bread of People's hands. Still you want shackles. It's a waste of great power frankly. It always ends poorly for your type. Only then, at the end, will you understand this."
The Westenras had wasted no time in cloning themselves to defend the base as it was breached. It had required some creative reprogramming to bypass their no firearms programming (the stipulation being that any copy that picked up and used a firearm would self destruct at the cellular level in three days or if killed while wielding one.) No copy of Melissa would allow themselves to be captured in any case, intending to fight to the death using whatever was available.
Melissa-Prime (Rollout!: 80 XP) felt terrible sending so many newly created copies to their death but there was little choice except to make a break for it as the soldiers burst through, shooting. She managed to chop some in half as she boarded the vessel with
Xzeench
and
Zachariel Steelblood
and Titus.Why did all of this turn so horribly pear shaped.
Mother once told her the story of how she had struggled to save Atrisia from The Sacred Ancestor, one of The Galaxy's earliest Star Destroyers. She got the horrible feeling she was about to help Aravae attempt something similar as she got on the turrets. She knew they were screwed. That many starfighters? They weren't beating that. No way.
She did what she could, shooting down a few dozen through high accuracy targeting programs but in the end she knew it was hopeless. Suddenly however, the fighters pulled back. Titus called everyone to the common room, where the Queen Mother appeared. Melissa definitely had a few questions, though she shivered when the Queen addressed Aravae as Daughter. Karlie and Her Mother. Poor Laertia. Poor Maple. And now poor Aravae.
Such a terrible curse, daughters constantly set against mothers. Melissa found herself thankful that as morally questionable as Nine was, they still had a somewhat stable relationship. They loved each other.
Perhaps Nine would not mind another daughter...
"Was their any other way you could have gotten what you want without bloodshed? So much you have, yet still you want the bread of People's hands. Still you want shackles. It's a waste of great power frankly. It always ends poorly for your type. Only then, at the end, will you understand this."
The Lord of Fate
The Queen Mother made no change to her face. Pure discipline while staring down the barrel of a Blaster was enough to cause even the most battle hardened warrior to wet himself at the sight of a mutated, and horrible warlord. The Queen Mother only brought a slight smirk to her face. Though it seemed oddly cordial despite the situation they were in. She spoke, as her body language relaxed.
"I seek not of her destruction, for I am not a familial kin-slayer like many throughout this wretched and wicked galaxy. I seek to bring all of my offspring under the banner of Unity, again after twenty-thousand years. Return what was once mine, and see the banner of Unity fly across the Galaxy like it had during the early days... but now. I see how resistant everyone is to unity. Fallen down to primal instincts, human nature. The only way to cure the Galaxy of this Galactic Cancer, is to annihilate all but the unfaithful and bring about a new age of Unity and power. I say this, for now you stand in the way of this goal. Which is why I have given my undivided attention to all of you."
Titus wasn't having any of this. He had seen first hand what the so called "Banner of Unity" did. Tens of trillions of lives lost in wars against extra-galactic powers, billions killed during worldwide genocides. Soldiers, simply torn from existence at a mere whim of its ruler. He had seen how much damage brothers against brothers could do. Some serving Dark Gods of their own creation, while he served the Queen Mother. What damage could she bring to bear across the Galaxy if she were to get loose. How many would die to serve a galaxy sized ego. Titus wrenched himself from the spell of complacency and charged the Queen Mother. Seemingly in a primal rage. Shouting loudly so all could hear.
" I WONT LET YOU DESTROY THE GALAXY A SECOND TIME RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
He jumped upward toward the Queen Mother, fully intent on grabbing her by the waist and pulling her apart with no more effort than a mortal tear a piece of paper. Then... she extended a hand toward him. Her palm touching the side of his helmet as he suddenly stopped as if frozen in place. The sounds of straining was heard as his hand edged closer and closer to the clean, and untouched face of the Queen Mother before stopping a inch from grabbing her cheek.
He froze into solid stone, creeping upward from his feet and soon coming to surround his neck. He strained hard now, moving a free hand toward the navi-computer and letting out a pained growl toward Aravae. Who, perked her ears up and heard the whisper. To which it was inaudible across the room. She nodded at him, as she appeared to grow slightly smaller while hiding behind the table.
Titus was gone. In all but a moments notice. Frozen solid within a prison of stone and Ceramite. Imprisoned in a unyielding stone statue.
The Queen Mother smirked slightly, though one could see a hint of pain in her blood red eye. It might of brought on something to think. She could have easily fried him in lightning, or literally delete him from reality. But she chose imprisonment over death... She lowered her hand, before stepping directly abreast of the Petrified Shock Marine, and running a gloved finger over the rank insignia over his left pauldron.
"A shame... he chose defiance..."
The Queen Mother then directed her attention to Westenra, listening to her questioning before giving her answers.
"What I want, is a Galaxy free of all of this disunity. I want to see a United Galaxy. I have forseen, an ever greater enemy closing upon our Galaxy. Our own little safe haven. This enemy, will show no mercy, and will purge the Galaxy forever of all life. It had been my lifes work to make sure, that. Didnt. Happen. I cannot conjure natural loyalty. To them, I am no one. For it had been millennia since I walked the Galaxy. No one will follow the truth. I use my power, to make them loyal. Others, smarter perhaps. Joined me of their own free volition, wheras others... must be persuaded. The Galaxys peoples have fallen from grace, so backward and stunted are they. That eternal servitude and enslavement is a gift to them."
She twisted her head to Aravae slowly, making direct eye contact.
"Join your friends to fight me. It is the noble thing for you to do. Save the Galaxy from a Tyrannical Government. I know you were born in my likeness. But what is better Aravae? To be born good, or overcome your evil nature through great effort."
Aravae thought about this. She had been increasingly cruel to her underlings. Barely giving them the time of day, or even the hand of friendship. She had sat there, doing nothing while the King ruled over his subjects with an iron fist. She enjoyed it, gaining from it wealth, power, and influence. Was this manipulation? Or was it the truth?"
"Fight me if you dare, but resistance is a fools goal. You will surely perish, and your friends will become my servants. And the Galaxy will fall under the Banner of Unity."
Aravae looked toward Zachariel for Guidance, then to Westenra. What should she do? This decision could end the lives of billions and cause the entire Galaxy to view her as the messiah of evil... Aravae only gripped the hair on her head as she tried to think of something on her own... hindered by her own inexperience and inborn nature... now was the time to make a choice.
Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
"I seek not of her destruction, for I am not a familial kin-slayer like many throughout this wretched and wicked galaxy. I seek to bring all of my offspring under the banner of Unity, again after twenty-thousand years. Return what was once mine, and see the banner of Unity fly across the Galaxy like it had during the early days... but now. I see how resistant everyone is to unity. Fallen down to primal instincts, human nature. The only way to cure the Galaxy of this Galactic Cancer, is to annihilate all but the unfaithful and bring about a new age of Unity and power. I say this, for now you stand in the way of this goal. Which is why I have given my undivided attention to all of you."
Titus wasn't having any of this. He had seen first hand what the so called "Banner of Unity" did. Tens of trillions of lives lost in wars against extra-galactic powers, billions killed during worldwide genocides. Soldiers, simply torn from existence at a mere whim of its ruler. He had seen how much damage brothers against brothers could do. Some serving Dark Gods of their own creation, while he served the Queen Mother. What damage could she bring to bear across the Galaxy if she were to get loose. How many would die to serve a galaxy sized ego. Titus wrenched himself from the spell of complacency and charged the Queen Mother. Seemingly in a primal rage. Shouting loudly so all could hear.
" I WONT LET YOU DESTROY THE GALAXY A SECOND TIME RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
He jumped upward toward the Queen Mother, fully intent on grabbing her by the waist and pulling her apart with no more effort than a mortal tear a piece of paper. Then... she extended a hand toward him. Her palm touching the side of his helmet as he suddenly stopped as if frozen in place. The sounds of straining was heard as his hand edged closer and closer to the clean, and untouched face of the Queen Mother before stopping a inch from grabbing her cheek.
He froze into solid stone, creeping upward from his feet and soon coming to surround his neck. He strained hard now, moving a free hand toward the navi-computer and letting out a pained growl toward Aravae. Who, perked her ears up and heard the whisper. To which it was inaudible across the room. She nodded at him, as she appeared to grow slightly smaller while hiding behind the table.
Titus was gone. In all but a moments notice. Frozen solid within a prison of stone and Ceramite. Imprisoned in a unyielding stone statue.
The Queen Mother smirked slightly, though one could see a hint of pain in her blood red eye. It might of brought on something to think. She could have easily fried him in lightning, or literally delete him from reality. But she chose imprisonment over death... She lowered her hand, before stepping directly abreast of the Petrified Shock Marine, and running a gloved finger over the rank insignia over his left pauldron.
"A shame... he chose defiance..."
The Queen Mother then directed her attention to Westenra, listening to her questioning before giving her answers.
"What I want, is a Galaxy free of all of this disunity. I want to see a United Galaxy. I have forseen, an ever greater enemy closing upon our Galaxy. Our own little safe haven. This enemy, will show no mercy, and will purge the Galaxy forever of all life. It had been my lifes work to make sure, that. Didnt. Happen. I cannot conjure natural loyalty. To them, I am no one. For it had been millennia since I walked the Galaxy. No one will follow the truth. I use my power, to make them loyal. Others, smarter perhaps. Joined me of their own free volition, wheras others... must be persuaded. The Galaxys peoples have fallen from grace, so backward and stunted are they. That eternal servitude and enslavement is a gift to them."
She twisted her head to Aravae slowly, making direct eye contact.
"Join your friends to fight me. It is the noble thing for you to do. Save the Galaxy from a Tyrannical Government. I know you were born in my likeness. But what is better Aravae? To be born good, or overcome your evil nature through great effort."
Aravae thought about this. She had been increasingly cruel to her underlings. Barely giving them the time of day, or even the hand of friendship. She had sat there, doing nothing while the King ruled over his subjects with an iron fist. She enjoyed it, gaining from it wealth, power, and influence. Was this manipulation? Or was it the truth?"
"Fight me if you dare, but resistance is a fools goal. You will surely perish, and your friends will become my servants. And the Galaxy will fall under the Banner of Unity."
Aravae looked toward Zachariel for Guidance, then to Westenra. What should she do? This decision could end the lives of billions and cause the entire Galaxy to view her as the messiah of evil... Aravae only gripped the hair on her head as she tried to think of something on her own... hindered by her own inexperience and inborn nature... now was the time to make a choice.
Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
KILL, MAIM, BURN!!
Though the Queen Mother didn't even flinch from the blaster pointed at her, Zachariel didn't expect her too. If she truly was as ancient as Titus lead them to believe, then she'd seen and done things worse than have a blaster near her. However, as she spoke, Zachariels grimace of anger and pain turned to one of amusement. Even when Titus so foolishly attacked, with no one to support him, that grin of hilarity didn't leave Zachariel's face. Shaking his head somewhat at Titus' stone body, Zachariel also noted the pain in the Queen Mothers eye, whether from actual pain or emotional, Zachariel neither knew nor cared, it would be useful later.
Keeping his blaster trained on her skull, Zachariel somewhat calmly listened to the Queen Mother explain herself and her actions. He listened as she spoke about Unity and why she did what she did. When she was done speaking, Zachariel was silent for a moment, giving a confident nod to Aravae. Turning to the Queen Mother, Zachariel at last lowered his weapons, even as the grin on his face turned to a full blown smile. Then he began to chuckle, a chuckle which soon turned into full blown laughter. Eventually, Zachariel had to support himself on his legs, so hard did he laugh at the Queen Mother and what she said.
After a few moments of this loud, nigh on psychotic laughter, Zachariel finally straightened, still chuckling loudly. When he eventually spoke, responding to all the Queen Mother had said, his voice was full of mirth, having lost all of its edge, but none of its truthfulness.
"The best part about all that, it's that you actually believe the crap you spout! Hahahaha! ah You actually believe that the people of this galaxy are only primal beings, that they are weak and your help, your protection." Chuckling, Zachariel pointed at her, his chuckle turning into laughter once more. "After twenty thousand years you have returned, trying to rebuild what you failed to create the first time around. Not only that, but you try to play the role of a savior. You want to be the savior to a galaxy that doesn't need it, be the savior to an enemy that was defeated nigh on a millennia ago."
Letting out more laughter, Zachariel easily held his weapons by his side, not afraid of the Queen Mother anymore, not even slightly.
"You lived in a weak galaxy, one ruined by those within it. The galaxy you have now found is a hundred times stronger, despite not being united. You say this galaxy's populace has fallen from grace? They have risen to greater heights than ever before!" Taking a step closer to the Queen Mother, Zachariel gestured widely, encompassing the entire galaxy with his next words. "To the East we have three or four Empires of warriors with unparalleled skill, warriors that have conquered the Eastern Galaxy. In the South of the galaxy, we have three groups in prime control of the Core Worlds, each in impenetrable bastion to those outside of their groups. Further South, we have two technological giants with soldiers numbering in the billions, ones that can move with impunity wherever they please, whenever they please. And to the West we have an Empire that has been reborn from the ashes of the old, with more warrior spies further West of them."
"The galaxy hasn't fallen from grace, we've risen above the failures of those who came before. Nigh on a millenia ago we defeated the most dangerous foe we've ever encountered. And that was when the galaxy was in shambles, when the galaxy was split in twain by a Rebellion, when nothing was certain. Now.. now?! Any single faction in this galaxy is the match of the galaxy of old, much less the barbarians your Empire once was." Shaking his head in disappointment of the Queen Mother, Zachariel continued on, eyes boring into hers. "You claim the galaxy will fall under the banner of your 'Unity'. I know that will never happen. It's you who will fall, it's you who will fail once again. Resistance is foolish, especially when you're the one resisting the fact that you aren't needed, or wanted in this galaxy."
Sneering once again, Zachariel motioned towards the SSD the Queen Mother was in control of.
"I give you this one chance to leave us be, return to your planet and rule it however you will. You failed to unite the galaxy twenty thousand years ago, if you try again now, you will fail again. Leave us be now, and we won't hinder your return to Cathay. Continue on your foolish path, and I guarantee you will fail, you will die, and I will be there, laughing as all your hopes and dreams crumble into ash."
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
OOC- Thanks for waiting!
Keeping his blaster trained on her skull, Zachariel somewhat calmly listened to the Queen Mother explain herself and her actions. He listened as she spoke about Unity and why she did what she did. When she was done speaking, Zachariel was silent for a moment, giving a confident nod to Aravae. Turning to the Queen Mother, Zachariel at last lowered his weapons, even as the grin on his face turned to a full blown smile. Then he began to chuckle, a chuckle which soon turned into full blown laughter. Eventually, Zachariel had to support himself on his legs, so hard did he laugh at the Queen Mother and what she said.
After a few moments of this loud, nigh on psychotic laughter, Zachariel finally straightened, still chuckling loudly. When he eventually spoke, responding to all the Queen Mother had said, his voice was full of mirth, having lost all of its edge, but none of its truthfulness.
"The best part about all that, it's that you actually believe the crap you spout! Hahahaha! ah You actually believe that the people of this galaxy are only primal beings, that they are weak and your help, your protection." Chuckling, Zachariel pointed at her, his chuckle turning into laughter once more. "After twenty thousand years you have returned, trying to rebuild what you failed to create the first time around. Not only that, but you try to play the role of a savior. You want to be the savior to a galaxy that doesn't need it, be the savior to an enemy that was defeated nigh on a millennia ago."
Letting out more laughter, Zachariel easily held his weapons by his side, not afraid of the Queen Mother anymore, not even slightly.
"You lived in a weak galaxy, one ruined by those within it. The galaxy you have now found is a hundred times stronger, despite not being united. You say this galaxy's populace has fallen from grace? They have risen to greater heights than ever before!" Taking a step closer to the Queen Mother, Zachariel gestured widely, encompassing the entire galaxy with his next words. "To the East we have three or four Empires of warriors with unparalleled skill, warriors that have conquered the Eastern Galaxy. In the South of the galaxy, we have three groups in prime control of the Core Worlds, each in impenetrable bastion to those outside of their groups. Further South, we have two technological giants with soldiers numbering in the billions, ones that can move with impunity wherever they please, whenever they please. And to the West we have an Empire that has been reborn from the ashes of the old, with more warrior spies further West of them."
"The galaxy hasn't fallen from grace, we've risen above the failures of those who came before. Nigh on a millenia ago we defeated the most dangerous foe we've ever encountered. And that was when the galaxy was in shambles, when the galaxy was split in twain by a Rebellion, when nothing was certain. Now.. now?! Any single faction in this galaxy is the match of the galaxy of old, much less the barbarians your Empire once was." Shaking his head in disappointment of the Queen Mother, Zachariel continued on, eyes boring into hers. "You claim the galaxy will fall under the banner of your 'Unity'. I know that will never happen. It's you who will fall, it's you who will fail once again. Resistance is foolish, especially when you're the one resisting the fact that you aren't needed, or wanted in this galaxy."
Sneering once again, Zachariel motioned towards the SSD the Queen Mother was in control of.
"I give you this one chance to leave us be, return to your planet and rule it however you will. You failed to unite the galaxy twenty thousand years ago, if you try again now, you will fail again. Leave us be now, and we won't hinder your return to Cathay. Continue on your foolish path, and I guarantee you will fail, you will die, and I will be there, laughing as all your hopes and dreams crumble into ash."
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
OOC- Thanks for waiting!
The Lord of Fate
The Queen Mother only looked back with this look of incredulity. Maybe of Zachariel's blatant disrespect, maybe because of his drilling at the dark. He was wrong in almost everything he said. She in turn, let him speak. Before she herself returned a few statements.
"Now, onto your statement... I seek not to control the Galaxy through usage of arms. I had tried, and succeeded before. Which is why I look to the statue before us. The Shield Captain. His soul will fuel the merging. And as I sit here, and hear his cries of anguish echo across the void. I understand. That eternal servitude is preferable to subjugation."
Aravae stood agape. Really? She wanted to mind control the entire Galaxy!? Of course this million year-old Force Sensitive could damn well pull that off without a hitch. But there was a hint of something hidden. In the Queen Mother's Agenda... Aravae managed to sqeak out a question, a question toward her "Mother".
"What is the Merging? And what do I have to do with it?"
The Queen Mother looked over smiling at Aravae briefly. It was a cruel, calloused smile. Not one of love, nor amusement.
"The creation of a new Galaxy. The destruction of this universe, and the creation of the next. You have many to do with it, but that is to be seen. I do hope, that answers your question."
The destruction of the Universe, the death of the Force, and the creation of a new one through a Ritual? Why that would be the death of Quadrillions of people, not only in this galaxy. But across the Universe. Just to serve the vanity and ego of a perpetual seeking godhood. If she would succeed, she would be a God. Aravae's thoughts were quickly put to rest however. The Queen Mother spoke yet again.
"It is inevitable. That the cycle must end, and a new one. Created from its ashes... though it pains me to end what I have become so attached to."
She glanced through the transparasteel, looking toward Cathay below. Before she slowly redirected her gaze toward Aravae.
"Do not worry... I will spare your lives, and allow you to tell your story to all before then. Otherwise, farewell dearest friends."
A cloud of fire and smoke appeared below the Queen Mother's Feet, Slowly beginning to engulf her body. Before she altogether, dissipated in a veil of smoke and hellfire. Vanishing from thin air, and leaving behind. Only the statue of the betrayer. Of Titus, forever suspended in stone.
Aravae was quick to take charge after she vanished. She lept up from behind the Sabacc table, and sprinted toward the Navi Computer in hopes of interpreting what was on it. Hyperspace Coordinates to a world nearby. Raxis Prima. Still within this corner of space, and certainly under the control of the Queen Mother's Mind Controlled Legions. But it was a place that Titus, in his dying moments pointed out to Aravae. A place of safety, where potential allies can be located. It was worth a shot at least. There was no escaping this region of space thanks to subspace anomalies created by the Queen Mother...
"Westenra, Zachariel. We might yet still have something of a chance... A place named: "Raxis Prime." The uhhh- display. Says that it was a Militarized Fortress World. Whatever that means. Perhaps there are others like Titus, located there. I pray that there is... as I believe even as the galaxy is doomed, we may yet win... Its a gamble..."
The ship rumbled as it was suddenly taken out of the Tractor Beam arrays of the Rahtai. The fighters, soon turned, and flew back to their mothership. Leaving the Gunship alone for the foreseeable future. Thankfully, they have been gifted another day to fight. As it could have very easily been the end. All it would have taken was for the Queen Mother to forcefully tear out their souls, or allow the fighters to blast them into space dust. But for some reason. They had been allowed to live...
Westenra Mina
Zachariel SteelbloodThe Demon of Jedha
There was nothing West could do except stand there and watch, frozen in horror as the mere attempt to attack the Queen Mother ended in Titus being turned to stone.
Zachariel Steelblood
oddly enough, laughed her away entirely.
What could an android, however advanced, do to hurt The Queen Mother?
The Biot unfroze herself after The Queen Mother vanished. Fat load of good she had turned out to be.
"We're gonna need a really sharp sword or a really big gun. Maybe both. We'll likely need magic to kill her..."
Melissa approached, having observed the entire incident, her eyes recording it on multiple spectrums. She was forced to make a direct analysis of the stone, straining her processing power and telescope mode to their limit. She saw traces of the magical particles, summoned from the aether, that warped all the stone around Titus. How it forced the stone to exist, violating quantum physics. Or perhaps showing quantum physics for what it was.
She reached out, feeling the stone, bodily cells coming into contact with the molecular structure of the magical stone.
Her cells analyzed the particles, unconsciously working out the complex data. She could mimic the effects but not perfectly.
But her current Platform was not meant to use the newly absorbed data. It had to be designated to a new type of configuration. With the enemy decided they were not worth killing, they had a chance to think, and her, a chance to work.
She removed her hand from the frozen Titus.
"I have no idea how to free him." Melissa admitted. She turned to
Xzeench
"We should flee before they change their mind. The Queen Mother has made a critical error."
Westenra then began self programming her new configuration, pulling the basic facial design from hundreds of examples in her memory banks, until she had something most would not assume to be a threat at first glance.
Something that could be devastatingly effective in the right circumstances. But not a true witch with true magic, merely capable of mimicking some of their effects.
Melissa went to the front of the ship, setting it for hyperspace. They needed to hide. She punched coordinates to a random destination in this sector and the ship disappeared into the blue white of hyperspace.
Melissa got back to the Main Hold.
"My Mother knows something of magic. He's in some sort of Petrification Spell. We just have to figure out how to undo it. Her power cannot be insurmountable. She was stopped the first time. I'm not sure how to undo it myself. But I do have a detailed analysis of the signature that lingers around the stone...might be a lead. I'm not sure."
Zachariel Steelblood
oddly enough, laughed her away entirely.What could an android, however advanced, do to hurt The Queen Mother?
The Biot unfroze herself after The Queen Mother vanished. Fat load of good she had turned out to be.
"We're gonna need a really sharp sword or a really big gun. Maybe both. We'll likely need magic to kill her..."
Melissa approached, having observed the entire incident, her eyes recording it on multiple spectrums. She was forced to make a direct analysis of the stone, straining her processing power and telescope mode to their limit. She saw traces of the magical particles, summoned from the aether, that warped all the stone around Titus. How it forced the stone to exist, violating quantum physics. Or perhaps showing quantum physics for what it was.
She reached out, feeling the stone, bodily cells coming into contact with the molecular structure of the magical stone.
Her cells analyzed the particles, unconsciously working out the complex data. She could mimic the effects but not perfectly.
But her current Platform was not meant to use the newly absorbed data. It had to be designated to a new type of configuration. With the enemy decided they were not worth killing, they had a chance to think, and her, a chance to work.
She removed her hand from the frozen Titus.
"I have no idea how to free him." Melissa admitted. She turned to
Xzeench
"We should flee before they change their mind. The Queen Mother has made a critical error."
Westenra then began self programming her new configuration, pulling the basic facial design from hundreds of examples in her memory banks, until she had something most would not assume to be a threat at first glance.
Something that could be devastatingly effective in the right circumstances. But not a true witch with true magic, merely capable of mimicking some of their effects.
Melissa went to the front of the ship, setting it for hyperspace. They needed to hide. She punched coordinates to a random destination in this sector and the ship disappeared into the blue white of hyperspace.
Melissa got back to the Main Hold.
"My Mother knows something of magic. He's in some sort of Petrification Spell. We just have to figure out how to undo it. Her power cannot be insurmountable. She was stopped the first time. I'm not sure how to undo it myself. But I do have a detailed analysis of the signature that lingers around the stone...might be a lead. I'm not sure."
KILL, MAIM, BURN!!
Seeing the disbelieving look of the Queen Mother, Zachariel knew that she wouldn't believe him, or do as he'd asked. Frowning at that, Zachariel shook his head slowly as she spoke. She spoke of controlling the galaxy, of controlling billions of people, and if it was the galaxy, it would be trillions if not quintillions. And on top of that, she wanted to destroy this universe and make a new one. This prompted Zachariel to simply laugh even harder.
Sneering as the Queen Mother disappeared, Zachariel gave one swing at her smoky form. When she was gone completely, Zachariel holstered his weapons once more. It was around then that Zachariel received the notification that his hack was finished, too late as always. Sneering at it, Zachariel turned to observe his companions. Growling in frustration, Zachariel spoke, his voice angered by the Queen Mother.
"Do as you will, Raxis Prime or this other planet will both be useful. Regardless of what we do, or where we go, we will kill this Queen Mother." Pulling out a communication device, Zachariel keyed up a list of contacts for himself. "I may be able to pull in some favors, maybe. If I do, they will help us kill the Queen Mother. Regardless though, we need weapons, allies, and the chance to strike at her directly."
Motioning towards the SSD in the distance, Zachariel shrugged.
"Either way, we will need to board that ship and find her. Together we can kill her, and we most certainly will." Smashing his hands together in a crushing motion, Zachariel sneered darkly. "Prepare yourself's, for the battle ahead will be long and hard."
His part said, Zachariel turned to the table, pulling his bag to sit on top. There he opened up the bag and pulled out his various goods, choosing to ensure their full operational efficiency.
Xzeench
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Westenra Mina
Sneering as the Queen Mother disappeared, Zachariel gave one swing at her smoky form. When she was gone completely, Zachariel holstered his weapons once more. It was around then that Zachariel received the notification that his hack was finished, too late as always. Sneering at it, Zachariel turned to observe his companions. Growling in frustration, Zachariel spoke, his voice angered by the Queen Mother.
"Do as you will, Raxis Prime or this other planet will both be useful. Regardless of what we do, or where we go, we will kill this Queen Mother." Pulling out a communication device, Zachariel keyed up a list of contacts for himself. "I may be able to pull in some favors, maybe. If I do, they will help us kill the Queen Mother. Regardless though, we need weapons, allies, and the chance to strike at her directly."
Motioning towards the SSD in the distance, Zachariel shrugged.
"Either way, we will need to board that ship and find her. Together we can kill her, and we most certainly will." Smashing his hands together in a crushing motion, Zachariel sneered darkly. "Prepare yourself's, for the battle ahead will be long and hard."
His part said, Zachariel turned to the table, pulling his bag to sit on top. There he opened up the bag and pulled out his various goods, choosing to ensure their full operational efficiency.
Xzeench
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Westenra MinaThe Lord of Fate
Swiftly left to their own devices, Aravae wrestled with the computing system. Making little progress, that is. Until Westenra hopped up and executed a few commands for the Navi'Computer. Which sent the ship shuddering forward as its hyper-drive came to life. Before shooting it swiftly off into hyperspace in a seemingly randomized direction. Luckily within this sector of space.
Westenra's scanning seemed to bring some light upon what material Titus was imprisoned in. It seemed to defy the laws of this Universe, being made of a material utterly alien in composition. Hard as steel, but visibly stone. It seemed to vibrate at varying degrees of frequency. Which seemed to keep the molecules together, and the occupant inside. Alive, but in a comatose state. It seems as if it were simply conjured up from another dimensional plane, something akin to hyperspace but where the laws of nature did not apply. It was... extraordinary.
Aravae looked toward Westenra, then to Zachariel.
"We're... lucky. That could of ended far worse than it did. I believe that if we were to simply attack her, and claw through millions of mind-controlled... crazies. We'll be overwhelmed and killed. I think there might be a way to get some help. As what the "Queen Mother" said. There is no escaping this sector of space while she is alive. Therefor- why don't we try to look at the other worlds in this "Sector" as you put it. There has to be more untouched by the Queen Mother's evil."
Meanwhile, the Ship shuddered again, as it arrived to its guesstimated destination. A few thousand miles away from the closest inhabited planet in this new system. A system, consisting of four planetary bodies orbiting a Blue Giant. The planet before them, named "Raxis Prime" after some long-forgotten hero of the Hegemony, appeared to once carry the fruits of the finest military academies, and harbored the best scientific minds dedicated to producing the most terrifying weapons of war. However, in the ancient records aboard the gunship. The planet was classified as: "Verdant" meaning that there was plenty of native life on planet. But, just by looking at it. It was the exact opposite.
Sooty atmosphere, with aerosolized radioactive material of the cobalt variety. Alongside a multitude of massive unnatural dust storms across its surface. Native life, minimal. With signs of large scale conflict across its surface by two very large factions of unknown make and origin. It seems the natives, during the fall of the Hegemony. Squabbled among themselves for the corpse of their world, and employed every single weapon of mass destruction they could just to snuff each-other out.
The remains of a circular shipyard was seen circling around the world like some sort of ring. But parts and large segments have been blown off the main structure and left in the planet's gravitational field. Minimal signs of life, and all subsystems destroyed.
Aravae, and Westenra's ponderings were quickly shut off by the sudden shuddering of the ship. It quickly becoming uncontrollable, and flying of its own volition toward the surface. Despite commands from the cockpit, there was no stopping its descent.
After a few minutes, the ship descended into atmosphere, and all quickly went gray as visibility dropped to zero. Nothing but flowing storms of a gray dust. Then it with a quick thump, the ship landed onto something. A landing platform perhaps. Then, through the cockpit. A whole surrounding of floodlights illuminated the general area as the platform the Gunship was landed upon began to move downwards, bringing the gunship with it underground.
After a few moments, a door above could be heard slamming shut. Blast doors by the sound of it.
Then the lift stopped, and the loading ramp to the gunship was heard opening. Aravae was first to turn her head toward the sound, before standing up and walking toward the exit ramp.
"Lets go... I'm pretty sure this place is abandoned... I hope."
As they exited into the open room before them. There was a sound coming from the blast doors to their front. The sounds of locks disengaging and magnetic seals tearing themselves free. Before they knew it. A man stepped through it. Followed by several unremarkable footsoldiers dressed in some sort of advanced combat armor, and wielding some sort of advanced energy weapon.
The man who stood ahead of his followers stepped forth, while dusting off his shoulder with a black gloved hand. He wore a type of Field Cap, with a golden Eagle pinned to it, underneath a symbol of a dragon gripping a ship in its talons. He looked to be middle aged, and fair skinned. His face could attest to years of warfare, with a plethera of scars and several large pockmarks from dust storms. Clean shaven, with short blond-brown hair in a buzzcut. He had a serious expression on his face, stern. He stepped forth and spoke, his voice gravelly and damaged.
He seemed to slightly smirk, barely. But in their hearts, the crew knew that this was another chapter beginning in their lives, and their actions would likely change the fate of this world, and the fight against evil as they would know it.
Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
(OOC) And with that! We conclude Chapter 1! Thank you both for staying alongside during this story! Here the gang meet a new Ally, a remnant of many wars against a foe far more dangerous than meets the eye. Now as for this thread, feel free to respond and ask a few questions to our new friend! I will carry it onto a new thread! Stay tuned, its coming this Friday!
Westenra's scanning seemed to bring some light upon what material Titus was imprisoned in. It seemed to defy the laws of this Universe, being made of a material utterly alien in composition. Hard as steel, but visibly stone. It seemed to vibrate at varying degrees of frequency. Which seemed to keep the molecules together, and the occupant inside. Alive, but in a comatose state. It seems as if it were simply conjured up from another dimensional plane, something akin to hyperspace but where the laws of nature did not apply. It was... extraordinary.
Aravae looked toward Westenra, then to Zachariel.
"We're... lucky. That could of ended far worse than it did. I believe that if we were to simply attack her, and claw through millions of mind-controlled... crazies. We'll be overwhelmed and killed. I think there might be a way to get some help. As what the "Queen Mother" said. There is no escaping this sector of space while she is alive. Therefor- why don't we try to look at the other worlds in this "Sector" as you put it. There has to be more untouched by the Queen Mother's evil."
Meanwhile, the Ship shuddered again, as it arrived to its guesstimated destination. A few thousand miles away from the closest inhabited planet in this new system. A system, consisting of four planetary bodies orbiting a Blue Giant. The planet before them, named "Raxis Prime" after some long-forgotten hero of the Hegemony, appeared to once carry the fruits of the finest military academies, and harbored the best scientific minds dedicated to producing the most terrifying weapons of war. However, in the ancient records aboard the gunship. The planet was classified as: "Verdant" meaning that there was plenty of native life on planet. But, just by looking at it. It was the exact opposite.
Sooty atmosphere, with aerosolized radioactive material of the cobalt variety. Alongside a multitude of massive unnatural dust storms across its surface. Native life, minimal. With signs of large scale conflict across its surface by two very large factions of unknown make and origin. It seems the natives, during the fall of the Hegemony. Squabbled among themselves for the corpse of their world, and employed every single weapon of mass destruction they could just to snuff each-other out.
The remains of a circular shipyard was seen circling around the world like some sort of ring. But parts and large segments have been blown off the main structure and left in the planet's gravitational field. Minimal signs of life, and all subsystems destroyed.
Aravae, and Westenra's ponderings were quickly shut off by the sudden shuddering of the ship. It quickly becoming uncontrollable, and flying of its own volition toward the surface. Despite commands from the cockpit, there was no stopping its descent.
After a few minutes, the ship descended into atmosphere, and all quickly went gray as visibility dropped to zero. Nothing but flowing storms of a gray dust. Then it with a quick thump, the ship landed onto something. A landing platform perhaps. Then, through the cockpit. A whole surrounding of floodlights illuminated the general area as the platform the Gunship was landed upon began to move downwards, bringing the gunship with it underground.
After a few moments, a door above could be heard slamming shut. Blast doors by the sound of it.
Then the lift stopped, and the loading ramp to the gunship was heard opening. Aravae was first to turn her head toward the sound, before standing up and walking toward the exit ramp.
"Lets go... I'm pretty sure this place is abandoned... I hope."
The man who stood ahead of his followers stepped forth, while dusting off his shoulder with a black gloved hand. He wore a type of Field Cap, with a golden Eagle pinned to it, underneath a symbol of a dragon gripping a ship in its talons. He looked to be middle aged, and fair skinned. His face could attest to years of warfare, with a plethera of scars and several large pockmarks from dust storms. Clean shaven, with short blond-brown hair in a buzzcut. He had a serious expression on his face, stern. He stepped forth and spoke, his voice gravelly and damaged.
"You all must be new around here."
He seemed to slightly smirk, barely. But in their hearts, the crew knew that this was another chapter beginning in their lives, and their actions would likely change the fate of this world, and the fight against evil as they would know it.
Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood
(OOC) And with that! We conclude Chapter 1! Thank you both for staying alongside during this story! Here the gang meet a new Ally, a remnant of many wars against a foe far more dangerous than meets the eye. Now as for this thread, feel free to respond and ask a few questions to our new friend! I will carry it onto a new thread! Stay tuned, its coming this Friday!
