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Hey Alpha, apparently im attacking one of your trading worlds with Duck. You can involve yourself with that
STC Syren
As the Lorca left the Syren became a flurry alf activity, powering up for the voyage back to Shao IX. Ice melted and shook from the walls as the reactor spun to life, making the engines fire for the first time in over a week. This was one of the many burdens that Blackhole class crews must shoulder, stealth is not comfortable most of the time and requires a certain mental maturity. Every Blackhole crew is screened and re-screened for any emotional instability or unfavorable traits, they are truly an elite group. You need to be mentally tough to withstand the rigors of hiding in space, while being able to function like a crew.
“ Engineering, report” Velka said through the ships intercom as she settled herself in the command chair. “ No leaks and nothing is frozen, I’m purging the anti-freezing solution” the engineering officer replied as a clanking noise throughout the ship confirmed his actions. “ Pressure is green, temperature is…..acceptable, Slipspace drive is spun up and ready. We are ready to jump ma’am” he added before closing the comm channel.
Tagging the Ardent Inquisitor with a friendly FoF tag allowed for data to be freely transferred between the two vessels without having to encrypt it. This allowed for coordinates and communication to be sent much faster and clearer. The trusting nature of the Aradites may have seemed a bit odd to the Lorca, but any Aradite will tell you that they can usually judge someones character within the first few minutes. Once the tag was accepted by the system Velka transmitted a group of coordinates to the Ardent Inquisitor. One group was the jump to their first cooling stop and the second was the jump into the system itself. Guiding a ship into Shao IX would be dangerous, there was only one safe way into the system. Between the gravity given off by the binary star, quasars and asteroid fields that litter the area, there was one draw maybe a couple thousand kilometers wide to enter. That draw just happens to be in between two large gas cloud, named the Twin Giants by the Aradites.
“ Send the Ardent Inquisitor a countdown to our jump” Velka said as she entered in her own jump command before the ship made its first jump out of the system.
Falacia
Task Force Blue ( 50 ships strong)
Once Gul’s special operations team returned from the asteroid, one of the Blackhole class vessels retreated a safe distance from the planet before making a jump back to the main fleet, leaving on ship behind to continue the recon. Data from the failed raid and from the ships recon had to be analyzed for continued planning and adaptation.
Flagship CIC
“ So what you are telling me is that that asteroid is actually a military research facility?” the task force admiral said incredulously as he looked over the pictures from the site.
“ Aye sir, that is correct” Gul said flatly “ Troop strength and equipment leads me to believe that is true. Total ground strength is unknown at this moment, but there is a heavy concentration of troops on the surface itself, I doubt there are many more in the facility.”
“Why is that?” the admiral interjected
“ There asteroid isn’t big enough to sustain much more, where would they be housed? fed?. I suspect the majority of the people in that facility are research personnel.” Gul answered, pointing to the asteroid on the star chart. The admiral couldn’t hide his interest in the facility, he wanted to find out what was there. In the same breath however, was is worth risking the fleet in order to make it happen.
“ Naval strength?” the admiral asked, looking towards the captain of the recon vessel.
“ 101 ships and defense stations, traditional EU defenses” the commander said, pointing their positions out on the star chart.
101 ships versus their 50 would be a massacre in open fighting, they had to find a way to even the odds a bit. “ Activate the mine field beacons but do not activate the mines yet. If they take the bait, I want the task force to warp into the system and take down that asteroid.” the Admiral ordered before beacons activated. To EU radar it would seem like 55 Septonian vessels just warped into the system behind the EU formation.
As the Lorca left the Syren became a flurry alf activity, powering up for the voyage back to Shao IX. Ice melted and shook from the walls as the reactor spun to life, making the engines fire for the first time in over a week. This was one of the many burdens that Blackhole class crews must shoulder, stealth is not comfortable most of the time and requires a certain mental maturity. Every Blackhole crew is screened and re-screened for any emotional instability or unfavorable traits, they are truly an elite group. You need to be mentally tough to withstand the rigors of hiding in space, while being able to function like a crew.
“ Engineering, report” Velka said through the ships intercom as she settled herself in the command chair. “ No leaks and nothing is frozen, I’m purging the anti-freezing solution” the engineering officer replied as a clanking noise throughout the ship confirmed his actions. “ Pressure is green, temperature is…..acceptable, Slipspace drive is spun up and ready. We are ready to jump ma’am” he added before closing the comm channel.
Tagging the Ardent Inquisitor with a friendly FoF tag allowed for data to be freely transferred between the two vessels without having to encrypt it. This allowed for coordinates and communication to be sent much faster and clearer. The trusting nature of the Aradites may have seemed a bit odd to the Lorca, but any Aradite will tell you that they can usually judge someones character within the first few minutes. Once the tag was accepted by the system Velka transmitted a group of coordinates to the Ardent Inquisitor. One group was the jump to their first cooling stop and the second was the jump into the system itself. Guiding a ship into Shao IX would be dangerous, there was only one safe way into the system. Between the gravity given off by the binary star, quasars and asteroid fields that litter the area, there was one draw maybe a couple thousand kilometers wide to enter. That draw just happens to be in between two large gas cloud, named the Twin Giants by the Aradites.
“ Send the Ardent Inquisitor a countdown to our jump” Velka said as she entered in her own jump command before the ship made its first jump out of the system.
Falacia
Task Force Blue ( 50 ships strong)
Once Gul’s special operations team returned from the asteroid, one of the Blackhole class vessels retreated a safe distance from the planet before making a jump back to the main fleet, leaving on ship behind to continue the recon. Data from the failed raid and from the ships recon had to be analyzed for continued planning and adaptation.
Flagship CIC
“ So what you are telling me is that that asteroid is actually a military research facility?” the task force admiral said incredulously as he looked over the pictures from the site.
“ Aye sir, that is correct” Gul said flatly “ Troop strength and equipment leads me to believe that is true. Total ground strength is unknown at this moment, but there is a heavy concentration of troops on the surface itself, I doubt there are many more in the facility.”
“Why is that?” the admiral interjected
“ There asteroid isn’t big enough to sustain much more, where would they be housed? fed?. I suspect the majority of the people in that facility are research personnel.” Gul answered, pointing to the asteroid on the star chart. The admiral couldn’t hide his interest in the facility, he wanted to find out what was there. In the same breath however, was is worth risking the fleet in order to make it happen.
“ Naval strength?” the admiral asked, looking towards the captain of the recon vessel.
“ 101 ships and defense stations, traditional EU defenses” the commander said, pointing their positions out on the star chart.
101 ships versus their 50 would be a massacre in open fighting, they had to find a way to even the odds a bit. “ Activate the mine field beacons but do not activate the mines yet. If they take the bait, I want the task force to warp into the system and take down that asteroid.” the Admiral ordered before beacons activated. To EU radar it would seem like 55 Septonian vessels just warped into the system behind the EU formation.
Lol im just going to change her name to velma from velka, TextEdit does not like Velka and keeps changing it to velma
STC Syren
Velma looked surprised as the Major suggested this, as much as she hated to admit it this was a conversation for her leadership.
“ I don’t have accurate world numbers, or fleet numbers for that matter. We have seen fleets as small as three and as big as 101 ships at any given time. My estimation is that they have a decent amount of worlds to sustain a fleet of that size, assuming they have more. I will not lie to you major, your officer is hard to turn down. Our ships were not designed for space combat, rather for orbital support of ground troops. I am sure I speak for the rest of the concordant when I say we will gladly accept the assistance of your navy.
Velma chuckled and raised her glass to the Lorca at the table “ To spur of the moment meetings and unlikely allies…hear hear!”. The officer responded in kind and downed their newly refilled glasses, they were in rare form today.
“ If you would like, I would have you speak to our leadership. I can make diplomatic meetings but this is something for High command’s ears as well. We will provide you with coordinates and you can follow us back to Shao IX”
Facility A-1
Due to the immense amount of magic pumped into Kacha’s mind most of the memories were corrupted and fragmented. Most of his personal memories had been destroyed and there were no military secrets to be found, the only thing that could be pulled was the location of a planet. Whether or not that planet was a core world or a colony was unknown.
Velma looked surprised as the Major suggested this, as much as she hated to admit it this was a conversation for her leadership.
“ I don’t have accurate world numbers, or fleet numbers for that matter. We have seen fleets as small as three and as big as 101 ships at any given time. My estimation is that they have a decent amount of worlds to sustain a fleet of that size, assuming they have more. I will not lie to you major, your officer is hard to turn down. Our ships were not designed for space combat, rather for orbital support of ground troops. I am sure I speak for the rest of the concordant when I say we will gladly accept the assistance of your navy.
Velma chuckled and raised her glass to the Lorca at the table “ To spur of the moment meetings and unlikely allies…hear hear!”. The officer responded in kind and downed their newly refilled glasses, they were in rare form today.
“ If you would like, I would have you speak to our leadership. I can make diplomatic meetings but this is something for High command’s ears as well. We will provide you with coordinates and you can follow us back to Shao IX”
Facility A-1
Due to the immense amount of magic pumped into Kacha’s mind most of the memories were corrupted and fragmented. Most of his personal memories had been destroyed and there were no military secrets to be found, the only thing that could be pulled was the location of a planet. Whether or not that planet was a core world or a colony was unknown.
STC Syren
Velma took another drag on her cigarette, expelling the smoke before answering again
“ The EU has a strong defensive capability, they use shields and portable defenses to protect themselves. From what I have studied they like to set up structures around their enemy before engaging, but I have only seen them advance once. What always seems to vex me is that fact that they always seem to have people available and that they have energy, shields and propulsion based of something other then the normal sources. If anything, their mystery energy source is the only thing they have over us. Their troops are sub-par on the ground and I have seen no effective special strike units. Some of my officers describe what they do as…….magic unfortunately”
She paused for a minute as she took another drag, " In Space, they are superior. They come in numbers and their ships are quite effective, on the ground however....my troops will shred them, we just have better training and equipment."
Facility A-1
Kacha couldn’t hold out anymore and simply passed out, blood loss and his own exertion took its toll. What ever was in his head was now open to interpretation by the mages in the room.
Falacia Asteroid
It was clear that the team had stumbled into something they weren’t prepared for and, began bounding their way out. Throwing smoke and stun grenades to cover their retreat. As they bounded back towards the entrance, they made sure to keep their rate of fire up to keep the EU troops head down.
Velma took another drag on her cigarette, expelling the smoke before answering again
“ The EU has a strong defensive capability, they use shields and portable defenses to protect themselves. From what I have studied they like to set up structures around their enemy before engaging, but I have only seen them advance once. What always seems to vex me is that fact that they always seem to have people available and that they have energy, shields and propulsion based of something other then the normal sources. If anything, their mystery energy source is the only thing they have over us. Their troops are sub-par on the ground and I have seen no effective special strike units. Some of my officers describe what they do as…….magic unfortunately”
She paused for a minute as she took another drag, " In Space, they are superior. They come in numbers and their ships are quite effective, on the ground however....my troops will shred them, we just have better training and equipment."
Facility A-1
Kacha couldn’t hold out anymore and simply passed out, blood loss and his own exertion took its toll. What ever was in his head was now open to interpretation by the mages in the room.
Falacia Asteroid
It was clear that the team had stumbled into something they weren’t prepared for and, began bounding their way out. Throwing smoke and stun grenades to cover their retreat. As they bounded back towards the entrance, they made sure to keep their rate of fire up to keep the EU troops head down.
In RL duck, it requires det cord and a blasting cap. I say fuse in my post but its just detonation cord, I was hoping people would just overlook the blasting caps and assume they were there but ill type that in my posts from now on.
STC Syren
Velka listened intently, leaning against the table slightly as Voroei stepped up to her. She did not know if there was any truth behind the Terrans accusations either, although believable. She would not lie to these people just to secure an ally, honor was held in high esteem in Aradite culture as well.
“ I do not know if the accusations are true, I have received no reports of the slaughter of civilians. From reports I have received from my high command, the Terran union and the Eternal Union were once allied. There was a treaty involved but it was broken. The Terrans claim the Eternal Unions broke it but I’m sure the Eternal Union will say the opposite, personally I don’t know who to believe. I haven’t had any contact with the UTF but in my experience, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If you are asking my opinion Major……I think they are formidable but not honorable. They fired on my stranded countrymen and have nearly crippled their rescue, I the only joy I can take from the Eternal Union, is the joy of watching their people burn over Septonian fire.”
Her statement was met by a round of cheers by the officers as they all touched glasses and downed their drinks in unison. Velka smirked slightly before her ears shot up, remembering she forgot to answer one of his questions “ oh yes, civilians. They are non-military personnel, people outside of the armed forces. They are artisans, merchants, farmers….common people”
Falacia Asteroid complex
As the Iscandarians retreated the Aradite instinctively moved up to occupy their positions, just reaching the crates as the mech showed up. The charging sound of its rail-gun was unmistakable and it was quickly apparent it was going to be a problem as it fired a round at the last operator to take cover. The round zipped through his shoulder, spraying a mixture of blood and bone on the wall behind him and nearly taking off his arm. He went down with a scream as blood immediately started to pour from the wound, pooling around the writhing Aradite. The two closest operators quickly pulled him behind a crate to start medical care while the breacher had taken out a large wad of C12 explosive.
“ What are you doing!?” Gul asked as he glanced over his shoulder at the mech “ We don’t have any AT sir, this will do the trick!” the operator said, smirking a bit under his polarized faceplate. Gul stole another look over his shoulder before a rail gun round forced him to duck his head again. “ Five…no…..Three second fuse!” Gul yelled to the breacher, watching him take produce a small fuse and tear it to the desired length. This was risky, tear it to short and it blows up in his hand, killing the entire platoon. Too long and the mech would just move away or shield itself as it realizes what is coming. “ Fire in the hole!” the breacher said over the teamcom channel as he pulled the primer and tossed it at the mech.
Facility A-1
Kacha yelled as the blades were forced through his arms and legs, making blood begin to collect around his appendages. “ Don’t….quit……don’t quit…” Kacha said to himself under his breath as the Archmage casted his second round to spells. Now he was clearly in distress, sweating profusely and mumbling to himself to stay conscious and in control of his mind. In the midst of all this chaos however, he couldn’t shake the memory of his resistance training.
5 years ago
Jalag, Hubert Industrial complex
Cpl. Liam Oveaux ( Kacha)
“ Wake up worm!” a man yelled before throwing a bucket of ice cold water on Kacha “ Its time for another question and answer session”. Kacha was borderline delirious at this point, they had managed to keep him awake for days and feed him next to nothing. To add insult to injury, Kacha had been left hogtied and hanging from the ceiling since he got here. “ I….know…no-nothing…” Kacha said weakly as they roused him from whatever sleep he managed to get. His refusal to answer only made the interrogators angrier as they pulled out a knife and cut the rope holding him to the ceiling. Expecting the hard concrete floor Kacha braced himself for what was going to be a very hard landing, but was horribly surprised when he impacted more ice cold water. He let out a gasp as he smacked against the water and quickly began to sink down to the bottom of his rather glass tub. Keeping panic from his mind, Kacha focused on holding his breath before the pain of not breathing began to take effect. Looking up through the water, Kacha could see the two interrogators laughing at him drowning in the water, only adding to the despair he felt. His vision began to tunnel and get smaller until he was furiously yanked form the bottom of the tub and thrown on the concrete floor, coughing and vomiting all over himself.
“ So then…..Corporal, why don’t you tell me where the rest of your team is. The interrogator said as he squatted down to Kacha’s level. “I….I don’t know….” he nearly sobbed before the interrogator let out a loud growl and kicked him in the stomach. “ I will make your life hell, we are going to be with each other for a very long time….” another man said before picking Kacha up and placing him in a chair. What followed was the worst beating and electrical torture Kacha had ever received and by the end of the day he was too beat up to speak. Every time Kacha would drift off to sleep, men would come in and beat him or shock him with large conducting rods. Over the next couple days, Kacha would be interrogated three times a day and tortured at least five. For the seven days he was in captivity, he would only sleep for three hours. Days and hours became blurs and soon he couldn’t even remember his own name, but he didn’t break.
Velka listened intently, leaning against the table slightly as Voroei stepped up to her. She did not know if there was any truth behind the Terrans accusations either, although believable. She would not lie to these people just to secure an ally, honor was held in high esteem in Aradite culture as well.
“ I do not know if the accusations are true, I have received no reports of the slaughter of civilians. From reports I have received from my high command, the Terran union and the Eternal Union were once allied. There was a treaty involved but it was broken. The Terrans claim the Eternal Unions broke it but I’m sure the Eternal Union will say the opposite, personally I don’t know who to believe. I haven’t had any contact with the UTF but in my experience, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If you are asking my opinion Major……I think they are formidable but not honorable. They fired on my stranded countrymen and have nearly crippled their rescue, I the only joy I can take from the Eternal Union, is the joy of watching their people burn over Septonian fire.”
Her statement was met by a round of cheers by the officers as they all touched glasses and downed their drinks in unison. Velka smirked slightly before her ears shot up, remembering she forgot to answer one of his questions “ oh yes, civilians. They are non-military personnel, people outside of the armed forces. They are artisans, merchants, farmers….common people”
Falacia Asteroid complex
As the Iscandarians retreated the Aradite instinctively moved up to occupy their positions, just reaching the crates as the mech showed up. The charging sound of its rail-gun was unmistakable and it was quickly apparent it was going to be a problem as it fired a round at the last operator to take cover. The round zipped through his shoulder, spraying a mixture of blood and bone on the wall behind him and nearly taking off his arm. He went down with a scream as blood immediately started to pour from the wound, pooling around the writhing Aradite. The two closest operators quickly pulled him behind a crate to start medical care while the breacher had taken out a large wad of C12 explosive.
“ What are you doing!?” Gul asked as he glanced over his shoulder at the mech “ We don’t have any AT sir, this will do the trick!” the operator said, smirking a bit under his polarized faceplate. Gul stole another look over his shoulder before a rail gun round forced him to duck his head again. “ Five…no…..Three second fuse!” Gul yelled to the breacher, watching him take produce a small fuse and tear it to the desired length. This was risky, tear it to short and it blows up in his hand, killing the entire platoon. Too long and the mech would just move away or shield itself as it realizes what is coming. “ Fire in the hole!” the breacher said over the teamcom channel as he pulled the primer and tossed it at the mech.
Facility A-1
Kacha yelled as the blades were forced through his arms and legs, making blood begin to collect around his appendages. “ Don’t….quit……don’t quit…” Kacha said to himself under his breath as the Archmage casted his second round to spells. Now he was clearly in distress, sweating profusely and mumbling to himself to stay conscious and in control of his mind. In the midst of all this chaos however, he couldn’t shake the memory of his resistance training.
5 years ago
Jalag, Hubert Industrial complex
Cpl. Liam Oveaux ( Kacha)
“ Wake up worm!” a man yelled before throwing a bucket of ice cold water on Kacha “ Its time for another question and answer session”. Kacha was borderline delirious at this point, they had managed to keep him awake for days and feed him next to nothing. To add insult to injury, Kacha had been left hogtied and hanging from the ceiling since he got here. “ I….know…no-nothing…” Kacha said weakly as they roused him from whatever sleep he managed to get. His refusal to answer only made the interrogators angrier as they pulled out a knife and cut the rope holding him to the ceiling. Expecting the hard concrete floor Kacha braced himself for what was going to be a very hard landing, but was horribly surprised when he impacted more ice cold water. He let out a gasp as he smacked against the water and quickly began to sink down to the bottom of his rather glass tub. Keeping panic from his mind, Kacha focused on holding his breath before the pain of not breathing began to take effect. Looking up through the water, Kacha could see the two interrogators laughing at him drowning in the water, only adding to the despair he felt. His vision began to tunnel and get smaller until he was furiously yanked form the bottom of the tub and thrown on the concrete floor, coughing and vomiting all over himself.
“ So then…..Corporal, why don’t you tell me where the rest of your team is. The interrogator said as he squatted down to Kacha’s level. “I….I don’t know….” he nearly sobbed before the interrogator let out a loud growl and kicked him in the stomach. “ I will make your life hell, we are going to be with each other for a very long time….” another man said before picking Kacha up and placing him in a chair. What followed was the worst beating and electrical torture Kacha had ever received and by the end of the day he was too beat up to speak. Every time Kacha would drift off to sleep, men would come in and beat him or shock him with large conducting rods. Over the next couple days, Kacha would be interrogated three times a day and tortured at least five. For the seven days he was in captivity, he would only sleep for three hours. Days and hours became blurs and soon he couldn’t even remember his own name, but he didn’t break.
STC Syren
By the time the Lorca sat at the table Velka had procured a small cigarette and brought it to her mouth. Looking past the tip of the cigarette she could see the Lorca begin to eat, drinking down wine at alarming rates. She stared with wide eyes for a minute with her lighter in hand, surprised by how much they were actually drinking. Most Aradites didn’t even drink like that, those who did had built up a tolerance over many years. It wasn’t that she was afraid that they would run out of wine, they had more the enough to share with the population of Nouvelle. It was the effect on the Lorca she was worried about, this wine would have to kick in sooner or later. Velka finally got around to lighting her cigarette when her officers entered, more then ready to decompress after a shift. Without much more then a courteous bow and greeting the officers sat around the table and began picking pieces of meet and fruit from the table. Others either pulled out pre rolled cigarettes or began rolling their own, producing a large amount of different colored herbs.
“ Could I trouble you for some wine sir?”
a officer said towards the Lorca with the jug, holding out a glass towards him. Soon the room was hazy with sweet smelling smoke and everyone was either eating or talking amongst themselves or to the Lorca, before Velka got up to begin the informal briefing.
“ The current state of affairs in this part of the Galaxy is…..complicated to say the least. A month ago we encountered another alien race when one of our vessels crash landed on their planet. After diplomacy failed rounds were exchanged and the ship scuttled, we suffered some casualties there.”.
Velka pulled a small floating probe over to her as she finished, tapping it once to activate the holographic screen. Soon video from the just before the engagement and the following battle played
“ You can make your own decisions about what occurred there, but for us this was a cause for war. This is the Eternal Union, they seem to be a large military power in the galaxy and have their hands everywhere. Not to long ago we deployed a special reconnaissance team to the planet were orbiting, We found evidence of them there as well”.
Velka sighed as she thought of the next part, taking a long drag on her cigarette before continuing
“ As of 0440 this cycle we haven’t heard anything from the team, they were supposed to radio for extract three hours ago. We expect they may have been captured or killed with all the combat occurring around the planet and we will investigate when the situation allows. Currently, there are two other nations in orbit around the planet the Valkarians I believe and the Terran Federation, acting as protectors for the people down below”. Velka paused to pour herself a glass of wine before bringing the cigarette to her lips again, looking to see the Lorca’s response.
By the time the Lorca sat at the table Velka had procured a small cigarette and brought it to her mouth. Looking past the tip of the cigarette she could see the Lorca begin to eat, drinking down wine at alarming rates. She stared with wide eyes for a minute with her lighter in hand, surprised by how much they were actually drinking. Most Aradites didn’t even drink like that, those who did had built up a tolerance over many years. It wasn’t that she was afraid that they would run out of wine, they had more the enough to share with the population of Nouvelle. It was the effect on the Lorca she was worried about, this wine would have to kick in sooner or later. Velka finally got around to lighting her cigarette when her officers entered, more then ready to decompress after a shift. Without much more then a courteous bow and greeting the officers sat around the table and began picking pieces of meet and fruit from the table. Others either pulled out pre rolled cigarettes or began rolling their own, producing a large amount of different colored herbs.
“ Could I trouble you for some wine sir?”
a officer said towards the Lorca with the jug, holding out a glass towards him. Soon the room was hazy with sweet smelling smoke and everyone was either eating or talking amongst themselves or to the Lorca, before Velka got up to begin the informal briefing.
“ The current state of affairs in this part of the Galaxy is…..complicated to say the least. A month ago we encountered another alien race when one of our vessels crash landed on their planet. After diplomacy failed rounds were exchanged and the ship scuttled, we suffered some casualties there.”.
Velka pulled a small floating probe over to her as she finished, tapping it once to activate the holographic screen. Soon video from the just before the engagement and the following battle played
“ You can make your own decisions about what occurred there, but for us this was a cause for war. This is the Eternal Union, they seem to be a large military power in the galaxy and have their hands everywhere. Not to long ago we deployed a special reconnaissance team to the planet were orbiting, We found evidence of them there as well”.
Velka sighed as she thought of the next part, taking a long drag on her cigarette before continuing
“ As of 0440 this cycle we haven’t heard anything from the team, they were supposed to radio for extract three hours ago. We expect they may have been captured or killed with all the combat occurring around the planet and we will investigate when the situation allows. Currently, there are two other nations in orbit around the planet the Valkarians I believe and the Terran Federation, acting as protectors for the people down below”. Velka paused to pour herself a glass of wine before bringing the cigarette to her lips again, looking to see the Lorca’s response.
Those Lorca are going to be pretty drunk! Also, dont forget about me on Icarus Key!
Falacia Asteroid
Gul split the team in half so that both teams of six could cover both hallways, unlike the Iscandarians these Aradites were firing armor piercing rounds. What the Aradites needed to do was shoot, move and communicate around this force, ultimately killing them. To make matters worse was the time constraint they had to make, spend too much time fighting and another fleet would be called in no doubt. Maximum aggression and maximum speed was the only thing on Gul’s mind as he figured out how to deal with this engagement. “ Bangers out” he said over the Teamcom channel as two operators on each team pulled stun grenades off their assault webbing before throwing them down the hallway towards the EU troops. The grenades exploded, producing a blinding light followed by a loud bang that was supposed to disorient their targets. After the grenades had exploded the Aradites increased their rate of fire and shot 40mm grenades towards the open area between the crates. If successful the Aradites would move up the hallway.
Facility A-1
Kacha let out a another colloquial curse before letting out a loud scream as the magic was used on him. He felt the pain of his mind attempting to be probed but then quickly went silent as he focused his energy on keeping his mind whole. He seemed to repulse the magic, reflecting back towards the Archmage himself. This would be uncontrolled and dangerous, much like a baby snake bite, unable to control how much power he put into repulsing the dark energy. If successful the Archmage’s mages mind would be probed and ripped to shred by his own magic. Was this magic? or Psionics? no one could be sure but what was clear was that these Iscandaians were getting nothing from this Aradite.
STC Syren
The three operators left to attend to their gear while Velka led the three Lorca through the halls of the ship, stopping for a few seconds to key the intercom. “ Lt. Commander Hueschel and Lieutenants Ceaubluex, Naga and Golan to the officers mess.” she quipped before leading them towards the ship elevator. Blackhole class ships had three levels, the first level or the top floor was the bridge and weapons decks. All matter of navigation,communication, planning and weapons control were on the top floor. The second deck was cargo, mess and berthing areas for the crew, as well as weapons storage. In the event of structural damage the second deck would be insulated by the top and bottom deck, decreasing the probability of weapons detonation. The third deck was the engineering, hangar and docking area, which is where the Lorca were welcomed. Spec ops troops usually made their home here during deployments due to the proximity to the hangar and docking bridge, not to mention it is the warmest part of the ship.
The group was on their way up to the second deck as Velka heard the Lorca’s question, chuckling a bit as the device slowly translated the language. She was starting to get that honor played a huge role in their society, they might have a lot more in common after all. “ On the core worlds, I would of told you to act politely and eat in modest amounts. Here however, my crew could care less. Short of starting a food fight” (which will never happen again) she added under her breath “ There is really nothing you can do to offend our honor.” she said as the elevator reached the second deck. After another shot walk down the hallway they found their way into the officers mess and were greeted by a rather large spread of meats fruits and wines. Everything was laid out and ready to be consumed, except for the water which was still half frozen inside its synthetic glass pitcher.
Gul split the team in half so that both teams of six could cover both hallways, unlike the Iscandarians these Aradites were firing armor piercing rounds. What the Aradites needed to do was shoot, move and communicate around this force, ultimately killing them. To make matters worse was the time constraint they had to make, spend too much time fighting and another fleet would be called in no doubt. Maximum aggression and maximum speed was the only thing on Gul’s mind as he figured out how to deal with this engagement. “ Bangers out” he said over the Teamcom channel as two operators on each team pulled stun grenades off their assault webbing before throwing them down the hallway towards the EU troops. The grenades exploded, producing a blinding light followed by a loud bang that was supposed to disorient their targets. After the grenades had exploded the Aradites increased their rate of fire and shot 40mm grenades towards the open area between the crates. If successful the Aradites would move up the hallway.
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Kacha let out a another colloquial curse before letting out a loud scream as the magic was used on him. He felt the pain of his mind attempting to be probed but then quickly went silent as he focused his energy on keeping his mind whole. He seemed to repulse the magic, reflecting back towards the Archmage himself. This would be uncontrolled and dangerous, much like a baby snake bite, unable to control how much power he put into repulsing the dark energy. If successful the Archmage’s mages mind would be probed and ripped to shred by his own magic. Was this magic? or Psionics? no one could be sure but what was clear was that these Iscandaians were getting nothing from this Aradite.
STC Syren
The three operators left to attend to their gear while Velka led the three Lorca through the halls of the ship, stopping for a few seconds to key the intercom. “ Lt. Commander Hueschel and Lieutenants Ceaubluex, Naga and Golan to the officers mess.” she quipped before leading them towards the ship elevator. Blackhole class ships had three levels, the first level or the top floor was the bridge and weapons decks. All matter of navigation,communication, planning and weapons control were on the top floor. The second deck was cargo, mess and berthing areas for the crew, as well as weapons storage. In the event of structural damage the second deck would be insulated by the top and bottom deck, decreasing the probability of weapons detonation. The third deck was the engineering, hangar and docking area, which is where the Lorca were welcomed. Spec ops troops usually made their home here during deployments due to the proximity to the hangar and docking bridge, not to mention it is the warmest part of the ship.
The group was on their way up to the second deck as Velka heard the Lorca’s question, chuckling a bit as the device slowly translated the language. She was starting to get that honor played a huge role in their society, they might have a lot more in common after all. “ On the core worlds, I would of told you to act politely and eat in modest amounts. Here however, my crew could care less. Short of starting a food fight” (which will never happen again) she added under her breath “ There is really nothing you can do to offend our honor.” she said as the elevator reached the second deck. After another shot walk down the hallway they found their way into the officers mess and were greeted by a rather large spread of meats fruits and wines. Everything was laid out and ready to be consumed, except for the water which was still half frozen inside its synthetic glass pitcher.
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