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"This is sufficient." The Witch-King remarked simply, and tapped the air once, drawing an eldritch symbol which began to burn with a purple energy. He drew forth the Daraz Khron, a massive Arcalite axe and simply struck the symbol with it, a purple mist spreading through the air now. Quickly, it seemed to rapidly expand like a bomb propelled it forth, and if it hit Zether, he'd feel a reason of why the Witch-King's title was well earned. The Mist of the Bogs, as the spell was called, quickly dulled its victim's senses and drained them of energy, redirecting it to a spot of the caster's choice.
Elzi nodded and the two departed with Mateva. First, Helka would undergo compability training in a basic frame in order to test her aptitude. It was a basic Phalanx frame, going up against the Vindicator frame, Mateva's, the second Arcalite frame, one of two in existence for the Confederacy. It simply brandishes its blade forward, the runes on it activating. Helka's goal was simple: She had to land a hit on the far more superior model, much like Mateva did to the Seraph frame before its...decommision.
Faeryl would meet the investigation team personally, awaiting to see who they sent. Unlike heavy Vok armor, she wore a lighter variant, wielding a staff made of wood, arching around a white crystal. Facial appearances were unknown, but she was indeed the Vok Witch-King's court sorceress.
And so the Union would be informed of the Delmah Confederacy's mission into Craski Prime. DNI would arrange for a black market organization, smaller than the Consortium, to ship a willing group of 'volunteers' towards Craski in order to assess its defense system, while an Eanisk and Phantom-class ship respectively monitored the situation from afar. The Fleetmaster would reveal their prescence with the Vok Temple Guards if the shuttle made landfall on Craski, the gangers simply aiming to make a profit, not knowing that they were but part of a larger hunt.
Markway likes cleanliness, he was a little less stressed about basically being kidnapped by it. His Astrosuit's air filters keep any smell from entering his nose, so unfortunately, he can't have a sniff of the place..He was sure it smelled good, however. He was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the apparent leader of this vessel, some blue guy with red eyes. He thought the guy looked funny, fortunately, his face of amusement couldn't be seen behind his sunvisor..otherwise he's probably be in some deep trouble. The guy asked his question, and Markway would answer.
"I'm Markway, Geologist, From the Dilberta Scientific Division. I came here on an expedition to study the haunted moon. You decided it would be a great idea to shoot at us, and we explored some cave. Found Xedia..who is kind of cute..And a buncha other stuff before you said "Oh hey lets destroy this completely peaceful ship". I had to bury my comrades, and then you came, I ran, You shot stuff, I did a thing, and here we are. God..atleast give us a warning you-"
Markway then said something in his own language..which sounded like garbled blackspeech to anyone not tuned to Dilbertuese accents. It could be safe to assume that it was some sort of insult, which it was. He called the guy a "big dumb." Markway then continued.
"Anyways..Dilberta..We're like..right next to you guys. About 5 light weeks east of here...God I miss VR..Anyways..If you want the full story, go talk to the Dictator..he does control basically everything, so he'll fill you in on the details."
Speaking of. Markway would stifle through his left pocket, taking out some small device..which turned out to be a portable gaming console, Turning it on, he waits for a connection, before realizing that he is 5 lightweeks away from the nearest Dilbertuese Satellite. Sighing, he puts it away, and simply fidgets with one of his devices.
The blood mages were surprised. All of them started shouting.
“Tresmaswr! Mae gennym dresmaswr!” One shouted. These blood mages didn’t seem powerful at all... as thet kept running away from the hidden soldiers or the teleporting man.
He simply smiles with the embrace, it feels nice, it just is."Of course im ready for anything. Assimilate to your culture, something i am incapable of doing to you besides telling you a bunch of information and trivia about my country." Oh boy oh boy, he really is commited. Literally sacrificing your identity as a Nesorite to be one with the person you yearn for? truly devoted and committed to the point that assimilation is an option he would go as far as to consider.
Then suddenly over a dozen soldiers would suddenly come out of the shadows, they've had enough they might as well find out what the hell is going on here. Obviously these blood mages are seemingly petty so they wouldn't do anything drastic. First problem is the obvious langauge barrier so one of the units would ask if they speak Basic. "Basic?" Straightforward question it is. The former blood cultist on the team would check the bookshelves if anything runic or esoteric is on it just incase they try something stupid.
Kasri Almer Vulinov raised an eyebrow in bemusement, before, with a gesture, the combined fleet was on its way to Nova Terra, not as conquerors, but as evidently unneeded aid.
Nyra slowly inhaled, eyes closed, letting the air wind through her, and exhaled forcefully, eyes snapping open behind her black shades. She took up a spot against a wall and idly ran through her inventory, checking to make sure everything she had brought was in place, including some of her more eccentric items. Those she carefully kept out of sight and stashed away upon her body. With a last minute check, Nyra finally allowed herself to wander further into the crowds, mingling and absorbing information as she went.
Before the Scientist could retort back, his face already starting to visibly glow in anger, he would be stopped by a Voice shouting from one of the entrances, Looking back it would reveal yet again another Soldier still within full armor, and his weapon primed, speaking as he would approach the both of them not only talking to the Male who was about to burst in a fit of rage and fury but also towards his own troops; "Get him Out of here, Who the Hell Allowed him here! Get Him out of here out of already!, GET!... Bloody blueskins".
As he would finish two of the Soldiers that seemed to be guarding him would seem to move from his sides, leaving him to the seat where Markway was upon as the Shuttle would begin to Ascend, with the noticeable feeling of being lifted from the Moon's already weak gravity, and as the Two Soldiers would begin to escort the lone Scientist away from the area, once more that same Male from before would begin to approach him, his weapon slung on his shoulder as he would finally take of his helmet.
Revealing his face to him, a rather "Normal" Looking one of a Tan Skintone with noticeable faint red eyes, and as he would finally reveal his face once more he would start to speak; "Sorry for that.... the "Scientific Personnel" aren't the most "Friendliest" of people on the Defiant... Regardless, you likely have questions for me, as I do for you..."
"And Along with that Wreck of metal, likely being your former ship, For the record I am not responsible for that incident, that was by the Orbital Command, not the Contingency, despite that.. I am Colonel Varisntium Karic.. of this ship, and of my men, now who exactly are you? and what were you doing down there"
At first she couldn't Believe what she had heard, falling silent shortly afterwards to comprehend what had been spoken, eventually though she would look at him with eyes of Curiosity and astonishment, for someone to say that to her was something of a very Bold statement, and it would almost immediately warrant her responce, taking a short breath before finally speaking towards him once more;
"I'm not exactly sure.. that is Required.. besides you can still be Apart of your kind, and well so can I.. it'll be a way to have ties to both of our friends and nation.. besides, I'm more than Certain the both of us can find a common ground"
As she were to begin to immerse herself within the crowds of people and activity, she would find herself to be assailed by various noises, smells and languages all of which were foreign to her, from the Robotic sounding voice Originating from the Station's PA system, or the Various smells of exotic foods, sights and sounds around her, and slowly she would find herself within the more larger part of the Enormous station.
However it would seem to be short lived, as over the Intercom she would hear the same voice and announcement once more this time as a Warning; "Be Advised, the Lift to Jenian Planetary Port Alpha has Arrived.. at Gate D-87, Lift to V-61 and J-86 shall arrive within the next few Minutes.. Please Arrive at your Gate for entry and Transference onto the Planetary Body below.". While this to her seemed to be meaningless words and announcements.
Should she even consider to look at her Ticket infront of her, it would reveal the Gate's Number and Estimated time of arrival J-86 | Est Time: 4:41, This was.. her Gate, and the time around her was close to when it would arrive, with most if not all of the Analog clocks, and Digital clocks around her, displaying the time; 4:29
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The Mando'ade fired at both in quick succession, aiming to simply shatter them with the rifle's ammunition. If it was close to needing to be reloaded, they quickly did that however.
The Dilbertuese got defensive upon seeing the man glow with anger. Was it something he said? He would twitch slightly, moving his body back in preparation for whatever this guy was going to do. He was, however, relieved when the blue man was removed from the area. The person that did the removing, however, surprised him.
A human? How? They were his ancestors..they should be extinct..He was simply too astonished to ask as the man spoke to him. You could see by his body actions that he was quite surprised. To the point where he basically ignored the questions, and simply spoke his mind.
"Woah Woah Woah Woah..Human?! Why is there a human here?! I though you *expletive*'s died out, You're my *expletive* ancestor! Tell me, Tell me now, Do you guys actually have appendixes?! Knuckles? Wisdom teeth?!"
The rest of what Markway said was a blur of expletives and sounds of total amazement at the sight of what he believed was an ancestor, if he could take a picture, he would, but unfortunately, that device he pulled out was only good for playing videogames. He giggles in sheer childish excitement as he sees, what he believes to be, his great great great x1000 grandfather.
Nyra staggered against a wall, breathing heavily at the barrage of sensations overwhelmed her. Swearing lowly, but virulently, she regained her breath and promptly lost it with a glance at her watch, exhaling explosively, before spinning about and trying to find her way to the gate.
Once the fleet arrived they were guided to land a docking bay, where numerous of the political establishment. Politicians, several Governors and even the towering figure of Chairman Edwin were waiting for President Katona. Figures ranged from some members of the Conservative party to the libsevs and even several Unionist. They waited for her to get out as many were wishing to speak to her and some were interested in how she became friends with a Vulstrian especially the Nationalist Conservatives who looked at the ships, with both suspicion and moderate disgust.
Iammelonian Union Advisers were pleased they were actually being taken seriously finally, and so looked over the plan before it was implemented to give their take on it. They were pleased that this operation was far more realistic and understanding of the nature of the enemy than the former plan drawn up by Bezi officers, and found it to be generally functional for securing and claiming the Northern Corridor. The only thing they added was to be a bit more hasty. Omnipo's power was in power over time, so things got harder the longer one waited. But speed would be helpful. So they could take less emphasis off hiding and instead, once close enough, use force of mass to rush through as a spearhead, and then sure the route behind them with the Carrier groups as quickly as possible. Omnipo's calm and collected organizational structure wouldn't be prepared for that sense of recklessness from the Bezi navy, since it wouldn't be what they'd expect the Bez to do. Otherwise, sticking to the Etherlane was all that was needed to be done. Omnipo would almost certainly attempt to lure Bezi ships away into traps, using their harassment and even fake damaged ships or faked distress signals. What was ultimately suggested was that if a Bezi ship that wasn't too important foolishly broke off, they should be simply left to their fate instead of being supported, and seeing more ships fall into traps. Besides, it would make captains less likely to run off chasing a seemingly damaged ship on their own if they knew nobody would save them if they got caught in a deadly ruse, and further stick to safe etherlane where they could count on support. It was also added that the Fuel Stations were not as important as they seemed or Omnipo would try and make the Bez believe. Most of them were actually competitors with the others, in overlapping fields of coverage. As for the operations on Free Forest itself, the advisers felt Chelmsby's plam was just fine, and they could adjust the plan for unforeseen circumstances, such as hidden bases, when the time came.
The Anubite investigation team consisted of a small group of Anubites and their assistants. Archivists came to record the findings, bringing both dataslate and actual writing utensils, since Anubites liked their notes being in both forms for the archives, just in case one or the other was compromised. Their assistants were mostly technicians and apprentices to the archivists in question. Next of course were the Spirit Mystics, who were here to do the proper work. But while some of these mystics were the standard sort of trained Anubite, they were led by an interesting group of Elder Mystics. These Mystics were Rehka'det in service to the Rehka Noble House, who were a sort of techno-mystic group meant to oversee technological development within the Anubite Empire, and ensure it was in line with tradition and the will of the Ancestors. So the Investigation was even led by a Rehka personally, Lord Caluzemere Rehka, indicating that the Empire was very much taking this seriously.
Craski Prime was a minor outpost world in Iammelon's north. Its economy relied on exporting food and cattle from its limited farms and ore from its mines, and the only thing that made it noteworthy was the presence of a few military bases on the planet, and one fortified waystation in orbit that could resupply warships. Its defense system focused on those military bases, each of which were built within the range of the others, with the most important one holding an extended underground armory. The military presence here was actually primarily Confederate in nature, newly raised Confederate Militias and Planetary Guard who could perform the simple tasks needed of doing garrison duty. Only the main base, as well as the armored space station up in orbit above, had OMNI Security forces present, since these locations required a more professional garrison. Though due to this being the nature of the planet, there was only one place for a shuttle to land, that being a small trading town with a small starport that handled the actual exporting of the planet's few resources.
None of the mages seemed too interested in what any of the soldiers had to say. They were more focused on alerting their comrades. So they kept running and trying to yell into the rest of the cave.
The rifle only had five bullets, clearly designed this way so when the fifth target was thrown, if the person had missed, it would be a punishment. The marines were all thoroughly impressed.
“Right,” the captain said, “target count is all five pigeons.” The captain pulled aside the mando and handed them the coins before the rest of the marines finished firing.
One of the units would simply fire a warning shot from his pistol onto the ceiling of the cave in an attempt to quiet and scare them down. One of the units would leave the cave in order to ease tensions one way or another. Multohula would then begin reading one of the books on the bookshelves in an attempt to find anything esoteric and anything regarding ritual processes. "Are you sure about this Multohula? What if you do the ritual wrong or something stupid happens since you're not one of them?" Yosgel would ask. Multohula would simply chuckle, seemingly confident. "Captain, i've been in a cult for like the rest of my childhood to my young adult life, i know what im doing if im ever gonna do it." It seems like some sort of red flag waiting to be erected.
A shuttle carrying Almer, Katona and his bodyguard, Zigna, arrive at the docking bay. It lands with a thud and when the ramp slams into the floor, Almer and Zigna come walking out, Katona presumably ahead of them while they hanged back.
As he would witness the Alien's reaction to his appearance it would seem to Startle him and either out of a reaction or from his training, he would act without thinking, Managing in a Split second to upholster his pistol and start to aim it at him, his face was once that of Surprise and bemusement, now became that of aggression and Hostility, however before he could do anything it would seem his mind would take back control of his body, and he would begin to lower the Pistol.
Breathing hard, as he were to speak, his voice now in a state of shock as he were to finally speak; "you Startle me again.. and I might blow your head of... Jesus, at least warn me first before you start to explode like that.. And for your Information, what the hell is a "Human" if your referring to my Species, were called "Narrati"
The mages had all fled by this point, vanishing into the caves many paths. Seemingly scared off. As the member inspected the book on the ritual, it was fairly clear on its instructions. The blood gathered was to be poured into a vat and mixed with a large amount of ink. Once the ink was mixed, incantations were to be cited. Once those were finished, the instructions grew vague on what would actually happen.
The die was cast. What navy was here on Heord was packing up. They would be dispatched to w secret location to meet up with expedition ii and rear admiral ohren. These ships would enter into their formation... and off to free forest they would be. The castle at Heord was... near empty at this time. Many of the officers had left to go and survey the operation personally, but they’d be back in a few weeks. The Iammelonian advisors could have gone if they would have liked to. The Bez was driving after all. Regardless, many technicians and lower officers stayed behind. Somebody had to run the war. But it would be much to everybody’s surprise when Princess Elfriede and ImpSec agents, coming home from Barragesang showed up at the castle only to do a sweep of the communications centre, then deliver a case to Chelmsby’s office before departing. They restricted their interactions with everyone to a minimum. Elfriede on the other hand, was happy. She was home on Heord. During all of this, Elfriede had been back on Bezembay and had been traveling a lot between Bezembay and Barragesang Palace. Between her duties as Crown Princess and Head of ImpSec... her job was demanding. But finally, with all the paperwork settled, and the bureaucracy in full swing, she could relax for four weeks before needing to be called back.
Elfriede arrived at the mountain by way of automobile. A black limousine of course, she had a small squad of the Vampire Guard with her. Elfriede entered the golden mountain and headed straight for the apartment. She knew the mountain wouldn’t be the prime place for relaxation, all things considering, but... a special someone was there.
Sieg watches as the beast just taunts her all the more as it dodged the shots and continues to saunter away. Sieg, watching the beast try to lure her so obviously into a chase she was both insulted and amused that it would think that it would work. She just crossed her arms over her chest as she stared back to the beast. If she had a more human face she would be looking rather smug as she watches it try to coux anger from her eve if her efforts had been for naught so far. "Well aren't you just adorable. But wait, I have a retort." She says raising her hand above her head, red energy filling her hand, red arcs flashing along her arm before an array of bolts into the air above her, it went up high for a moment before all of the bolts came back down, raining down on the enemy forces randomly. If h would keep dodging, then the forces that required his power will suffer instead.
Xernus was able to see through one of the Overseers that actually made it through the ongoing fighting to see that Omnipo did manage to land a craft under all the chaos. And now they really were in trouble, Yajana bit her lthumb softly as the enemy forces were essentially slaughtering their forces. "We're at a really bad disadvantage now. We can't pin down those hovertanks with anything and those mechs just crumple all our armoured troops... If we don't get some reinforcements we're done for."
Shrinking herself back down again, Melyphus climbs back up onto the admirals back so they can return.With a quick telepathic check with Yajana, Melphus looks to Tamour "Omnipo have brought in battlemechs and hovertanks. The Joint Zerg attack was working, and they even slew a Psi-Revenant. But they took advantage of the chaos to land more troops."
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Knowing nothing about this kind of stuff, since she's been without a ship for a long ass time now, Piper just slowly brought her gaze over to Rovin after hearing that they would need a legit licence "So... How much of a pain in the ass is this going to be?"
In her Attempts to find the Destination gate to get onto the world below, she would notice several Signs and Displays containing information on where the gates exactly were, one of these Displays had a map upon it, Listing out the Various gates, and to her surprise she was near her destination gate, should she continue further she would find herself once more within a large room with what seemed to be Doors in a Circular fashion and within the middle of the room, was similar to that of a waiting room.
Already filled and packed to the brim with people wishing to get their way onto the surface below once more, most of these people however seemed to know where and what they were doing, only a Minority of them seemed to be confused and lost on what they were doing, Despite the few lost souls, seeming to be confused and uncertain of their actions.
Should she look around above the various Doors she would see Signs above them, and once of these signs had her gate's Number, this was her Destination and where she was meant to be, all she now had to do was wait
"Oh, okay. Hope he was okay for you. I can't imagine what being stuck on a big planet like this would be like during a space battle..."
In the rather empty building that made up the apartment complex, the distant sound of footsteps can be heard, a pair of them. Ishben and Vayln on the return.
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