Kenth Berik
Disgraced Mercenary
Objective: Engage Alliance Forces
Focus: Open
Allies: Akûz the Ravager Nadja Keto Aldo Garrick Wendell Mortimer Glolmark Khione Marlon Sularen
Foes: Liedran Kathause The Arbiter Tren Chaar Kaul "Joker" Emos Qellene Tyliame Ari Naldax
Fleet:
- FDS Adjudicator | Turbulent-class Pocket Star Destroyer [100|100]
- FDS Novus Ordo | Ascendant Mark-II Pocket Star Destroyer [100|100]
- FDS Insurgent | Ascendant Mark-II Pocket Star Destroyer [100|100]
- FDS Outlaw| Ascendant Mark-II Pocket Star Destroyer [100|100]
Death.
Corruption.
The stench of dead bodies filled the nose of the man. It oozed out of that thing. He was cold, it was dark and he could barely make out the figure in front of him yet he knew exactly what it was from smell alone. Dakrul . The hulking necromancer lurched forward, its limbs moving in inhuman motions. He was frozen and soon a burning sensation rose from the scar which started at the right of his stomach and ran all the way up to his cheek. It was agony. Kenth stared into the empty sockets where the creatures eyes should've been, he was a mere few centimeters from Kenth's face now. Low chanting came from the beasts mouth and he felt as the undead cha'ta'ri enveloped him. He screamed but no noise came from his mouth.
Kenth lurched up from his bed, eyes almost bloodshot. He looked around and he was in his quarters, which slowly lit up. His heart racing and he was covered in sweat. Another nightmare. He turned and stood up out his bed and walked to the sink, covering his face in cold water. Suddenly the intercom in his room lit up. "Sir, we are nearing Foerost now. We'll be exiting hyperspace in 20 minutes." Kenth sat there before responding in a cold tone. "Very well. Get crew to action stations, notify the other ships we'll be entering combat shortly." he said before switching off the intercom. From his wardrobe he pulled out a freshly pressed and ironed uniform. Putting the uniform on, he struggled slightly, wincing as he extended his arms to get them into the sleeves. It had been long since his encounter with the heathen priest yet the scars had never fully healed. Buttoning up the uniform before fitting the rank slide neatly on the left side of his chest he walked out his own personal quarters and soon found himself on the bridge of the FDS Adjudicator.
The bridge was a flurry of action, officers and enlisted darting back and forth between stations. He walked straight past them, down the catwalk that ran between the two crew pits which housed the gunnery, sensory, stealth and all other equipment used to control the ships fighting capabilities. As he stood there a man walked up behind him, wearing a neat white uniform and a crimson red officer cap. "Communications indicate the battle has already begun. Our tardiness has set us back and could cost the Fina-"
"Quiet." Kenth interrupted him, turning to face the man. The Caridian identified him as Major Peavey, Final Dawn Advisor attached to the FDS Adjudicator. In other words, a loyalty officer. The man was the pinnacle of what the Final Dawn hoped their personnel to be, orthodox with his tactics and utterly devoted to ensuring it controlled the stars. To Kenth a rather annoying man, who paid little attention to Kenths men and often was displeased at the former mercenary's tactics and loyalties. "Rushing off to war is no use if we don't have the adequate resources. Because you prioritized getting the ship armed we had no food save for ration cubes to feed the crew. I wasn't about to deploy us for a campaign without any decent food, crew morale would be rock bottom."
The Major looked unhappy. "The crew should learn to be content with what they have. Ration cubes would've gotten us through the battle." he argued back. Kenth turned back shaking his head slightly. This argument as all others they've had would lead nowhere. As he stood there the helmsmen turned from his station to Kenth and spoke. "Sir. We are about to exit hyperspace." Kenth nodded at the man and looked out the viewport as the blue streaks of hyperspace faded into black and soon the sight of a battle around the planet of Foerost appeared. "Give me a sitrep." he ordered and a young warfare officer instantly spoke, as if he was waiting on the orders. "Sir. The Holy Crusade Fleet is engaging with the Alliance Navy. The Grand Overseer appears to have taken charge of the fleet and is coordinating an attack with Mawite forces."
Kenth looked visibly disgusted as the names of the Holy Crusade Fleets commander appeared ahead of him on hologram. "Savages, raiders and fanatics." The major quickly responded to Kenth's words. "They will help herald a new age for the galaxy, they have their purpose in the cycle of war, death and rebirth. Now Helmsman, take us in, we must join the fight as quickly as possible." Kenth turned to look at the Major with a raised eyebrow, the man commanding his own ship. "Belay that order helmsmen." he said in a calm tone. The now confused and angry Major Peavey barked at Kenth. "What do you think you're doing?! We must enter the fray and help annihilate those Alliance dogs as quickly as possible!"
Kenth turned back and looked out the viewport at the Holy Crusade fleet before responding. "It is a mess of chaos in that fleet as they fight the alliance. Raiders and savages who follow different chains of commands trying to work in unison. We'd only end up risking our ship to collisions, or even worse, friendly fire from a trigger happy Mawite." he said. Kenth believed in a professional military and while no doubt the Mawites were dangerous foes, Kenth would never bring himself to trust them and their dark beliefs. He quickly turned to the communications officer and spoke. "Notify the Grand Overseer we have arrived and are standing by for orders. Let him know we are currently waiting at the outer edge of the battle, out of range from the Alliance Fleet." The young officers nodded quickly got to work sending the transmission straight to the FDS Predator. The transmission read "SHADOW INITIATIVE HOLDING QUADRANT KILO-9. AWAITING ORDERS."