Crystal Harvest [Horde Dominion of Aurum]

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Dagon watched through hundreds of eyes as the cloaked machine flew over the heads of a small army and forced its way past the fires of a Firebreather.

Dagon watches as the two powerful force users bent and broke reality with their willpower...
Dagon was dead to the force. As were all Vong and Vong creations. Yet Dagon could feel it.
It was like feeling the breeze on your face.
Not that Dagon had ever felt the breeze...
Nor did he truely have a face...
But Dagon had felt the sensation countless times through the young ones he connected with.

And that was how it felt to him.
Every time a Jedi used the Force...
Any time anyone used the Force...
Now that he knew what to look for, he could feel them out.

So as the flying enemy female organism disappeared into the effects of the cloaked abomination, Dagon could continue to feel the slight tingle of her passing,

Connected to thousands of minds, Dagon relayed [member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]'s commands via telepathy.
Dagon coordinated the organic crews of the metal warship abominations.
Dagon assisted them in aiming and predicting the location of the stealth craft...
And Dagon coordinated the organic symbionts of the Vong ships...
Organic plasma cannons pointed themselves in the direction of the stealth craft...
And Dovin Basal's pulsed with activity as Dagon communicated with them...

Seconds later, Dagon watched from the eyes of the young ones on the ground as a gravitational field erupted into existence in the flight path of the cloaked ship.

[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The yammosk being excessively confident as to the quality of Force-based telemetry which could be gained from connecting to Graug, and the Gypsymoth's angled flight plan taking it far away from any ground-based observation, the dovin basal grav well interdiction was seriously off target. A cloak was a cloak, and applying black hole interdiction to a wide enough area to intercept a probability cone for a ship that small, without gobbling up one's own ships, was, in Jorus' eyes, a fool's errand. Vong iinterdiction had odd limits. More to the point, the yammosk had no data to work with when calculating the flight plan. Yammosks simply didnt have that capability.

That, and Jorus Merrill didn't actually need a hyperdrive, and his brain had no safety interlocks. Interdiction field or no interdiction field, the Gypsymoth vanished into hyperspace. Doubtless the yammosk would gain useful data out of the split second of visibility between the hibridium cloak's deactivation and the hyperspace event. Useful data might likewise be gleaned from this ship's apparent ability to waltz through interdiction. Jorus didn't especially care. At 0.2 past lightspeed, he was already halfway to Confederate space, with Kerrigan and Jacobs aboard

 

[Dredge]

[member="Sokrai Ronaro"] [member="Dagon"]

"Was that so hard?! Thank you Dagon!" After feeling the Yammosk in his mind he sighed and let go of his nose. Turning to the blue dark sider Dredge smiled and spoke "You have yet to be tested, nor have you failed me yet. If you remain a loyal commander then I will see to it that you are given what you need and want. Now I have tasks to give out, it seems that our little problem might be leaving us. I need you to find who they were that way I can hire assassins and hunters to keep them quiet." Giving his orders to the chiss woman he chuckled and turned back to the table to see to it that his job was continued. "Ask Dagon I'm sure he can point you in the right direction."

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

(Wait, who do I have to find?)

Sokrai simply nodded as she walked out of the dimly lit throne room. walking down the hallway's, she wondered who this Dagon was. She once again began walking on the loose and muddy dirt, gazing at the enviorment of this... Aurum. She gazed once at the transport ship, which slowly lifted off, and sped towards the clouds of the planet.

 

[Dredge]

As the various cruisers and capital ships in orbit began to touch down on the surfaces planet mainly only the Vong and artillery class frigates remained on orbit. While there were still a few hundred ships in orbit the rest were headed down to set up factories and homes for the Gruag colony world that this would become. Dredge wanted to have the chiss warrior find the force users who were just in the thread. He couldn't say out loud who they were cause meta and stuff. But he would trust the other person to go about a good IC fashion of finding the names. As for Dredge he just continued to plan and oversee the planetary colonization [member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Sokrai hopped on to another a shuttle, as it sped by the landing invasion ships. A low hum permeated through the ship as the pilots flipped a couple of switches. The stars slowly became blurs as the ship jumped to hyperspace. Sokrai blankly stared as the shuttle window reflected the blurred objects all around her. The shuttle slowly stopped nearby the force-users ship, as the pilots primed the blasters, as everyone in the ship, mainly Sokrai, braced for combat.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Hooray, our heroes - using this term very loosely in Siobhan's case, what with force lightning and all that - had made the jump to hyperspace, thanks to instinctive astrogation, leaving Aurum behind them, which could now look afford to being turned into a suitable colony for the Horde and the Grag.

Siobhan leaned strongly against the bulkead as the Gypsymoth sped towards Confederate space. To be frank she looked like crap, what with getting burnt a couple times and all that. Her bionic leg had gotten most of the synthetic flesh burnt from it after the armour had melted, exposing the durasteel, which had likewise taken damage. With a groan she pulled the shard, which had apparently come from one of the Collector droids and struck the open palm of her hand when she had blasted it to scrape with lightning, out of her hand, face contorted in pain as she did so, despite calling on the Force to blot it out. At least the interference had stopped messing with her bionic eye after she blasted her way out of the Connor net, though the discharge had scorched her cheek, searing pain shooting through it. Another sharp object, perhaps part of one the daggers that had been shooting towards her, was simply pulled out of her leg by her will.

A bloodied hand moved up to her cheek, which was quickly removed as she felt a strong burn. "You got some whiskey here, Jorus? I could use a drink," she coughed. "Some bacta as well," she added as she slumped against the wall, leaning strongly on her flesh leg. Her fancy suit of armour was a mess, but then she had several of those. "You take me to the best parties," she said grimly, having said that her gaze flickered over to Jacobs. "Nice work with the whole crush them with vines thing, Jacobs."

"I'll be in the medbay." Doubtless once she got back home to Kaeshana there would be another stay in hospital to get repairs done again, but then by now her being there was such a tradition that they had actually named a wing after her. Or so she had been told, perhaps it was just the staff and her wife trolling her.