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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 12:18:40 GMT
 The Federated ColoniesDie Föderierte Kolonien
"Einheit, Freiheit, und Glechheit!""Unity, Freedom, and Equality!" The Confederate Embassy never received an answer.. and it didn't seem that it would receive one soon. Although everything on Almarillion seemed to be perfectly fine, it seemed that something had happened down on Xalion, and for now, communications were closed. Among the Colonial soldiers guarding the embassy's entrance, one that looked as an officer requested permission to talk to whoever was in charge, although the Colonial looked pretty worried. Of course, there weren't many things which could pass through Xalion's clouds all that easily... but the Colonials had managed to get around it with their communications. So such a silence.. was highly unusual. Something must have happened. And of course.. something did happen.
Large parts of the spaceport were burning, as the fire that had encompassed the crashed ship and the collapsed control power started to spread to other platforms and to the building area.. it seemed that there wasn't any way out of this at the moment. The platforms themselves seemed to be damaged, so although the Drathian ship had survived the catastrophe pretty well.. taking off wasn't...recommended. It was dark outside, now that entire parts of Xalion were left without light.. but the fire around was more than enough to light the place a little, enough for humans to be able to see around. What seemed to be more or less still okay however, was the Colonial flag in the middle of the spaceport, the red-blue banner vaguely waving in the wind, in the middle of the fire.
"Verdamnt... ", the Frekorps officer said, holding his rifle in his left hand, as blood was dripping out from his right arm, staining the blue-gray coat of his uniform. He, and some of his men, had managed to get out of that building alive, together with those which were waiting for the Drathians before the entire thing happened. Some of the lucky ones, like the SPEKO soldiers, which had their nanosuits on, had managed to get out of the collapsed building really well. But the Freikorps soldier never got their own nanosuits. Colonial bureaucracy. Slow and cumbersome. And after all, this was supposed to be an easy mission. Escort the Confederates to the spaceport. That's why the Freikorps volunteers were wearing their usual uniforms, with the so called pike gray color that marked their corps, and the armbands with the Colonial flag. Not exactly the best uniform to be in when an entire building collapses on you.
The entire spaceport was in chaos. The crowd had mostly dissipated, and in any way, with the building area half collapsed, there wasn't any way for the Colonials or the foreign delegations to see exactly what happened to the crowd, which had been on the other side of what was now almost a pile of rubble. The front, where the volunteers were, had especially been badly damaged, while the back, where the Confederates were, had managed to hold off, mostly. Some of the workers of the airport were desperately trying to keep the flames under control, but all their efforts were in vain.. and in rest, it was quiet.. almost too quiet. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and screams... but this was bad.
The officer and his man managed to walk towards the place where the Drathian delegation had just gotten out from their ship, and where the Confederate delegation was also standing. It seemed that the Confederate ambassador had managed to get out. At least, something wasn't all that bad. But this entire situation.. the officer just couldn't understand. Maybe it was difficult for the foreigners to comprehend.. but there had been centuries ever since Xalion had lastly been hit by an earthquake.. of course, he knew what that phenomenon was.. but this was so.. surreal. And one of such magnitude.. this was a disaster. And especially for one to happen now.. this was bad. But what he failed to understand was the lack of any response from the Central Xalion High Command. And it wasn't only now, after the earthquake.. they hadn't answered before, when he had requested for help in face of the mob.. what was happening?
The young officer eventually stopped in front of the two delegations, putting his rifle on the ground and leaning on it, as blood was still slowly dripping from his arm. It wasn't anything too serious.. but it was just.. weird. The officer tried to say something, but it seemed that he had problems concentrating, due to the shock, probably.
"Hm. Drathians. What a moment they chose to arrive.", another Colonial said, stopping near the young officer. While the officer's shoulder patches identified him as an Oberleutnant, a Colonial rank which could be translated by Principal Lieutenant, the other Colonial, clearly and older man, a pretty old one by the looks of it, was a sub-officer, with the rank of Feldwebel, at least in the Freikorps. The elder soldier however had clearly been something more in his active service, as he was wearing the Colonial War Cross, 1st Class.
"It does seem that every time we meet these, they bring us bad luck.", the old man continued. Despite being higher in rank, it was clear the young officer highly respected the elderly soldier, as he didn't dare to interrupt him, even if the words of the soldier weren't exactly.. diplomatic.
"I must apologize for this.. situation..", the young officer tried to say, eventually. "We have no idea what is happening.. but we will try to contact our superiors.. we will.. protect you.. in the meantime. Then.."
But the young officer didn't manage to finish his sentence, as he heard something behind him, and he turned around just in time to see... a thing running towards him, jumping on him, and pushing him to the ground, the officer vaguely managing to keep it at bay, by using his rifle to keep the thing from biting him, and the quick reaction of the old sub-officer saved him, as the solder used his rifle to shoot the thing as quickly as possible. Shaking, the officer threw the body to the side, only now managing to take a look at it.. and noticing that it was the horribly mutated body of what seemed to be one his dead men.. a necromorph.
A necromorph in the middle of Xalion.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Oct 26, 2016 19:43:54 GMT
The Fylkja seemed to pay no mind to the chaos surrounding her. With her path illuminated only by the firelight of a crashed ship and burning debris, the beastial tapetum of her species certainly helped with vision in the dark. She strode forward with the utmost confidence in a nearly carefree sort of fashion. The first to catch her sight was the Confederate party. She recognized these men, not their faces, but their uniforms certainly. To her, they were friends, people she could trust on an otherwise hostile world. Humans who opinionated themselves based off of character rather than race. While such a quality was highly regarded by the Fylkja, it also made her a massive hypocrite.
Stepping before her entourage of guards, Fylkja Taka waved to the Confederate party, before pausing as a voice got her attention, that of a Keltaken. The alien towered over her rather short frame, but even still, she showed no signs of intimidation. The light smile upon her face, brought upon by the Confederates, grew into a wide grin. A grin that betrayed the brewing hate she felt for the Keltaken species. Having one asking for help, well, it was simply a treat that was far too good for her to pass up. Taka brought herself before the Keltaken, tilting her head and allowing the fringe of hair already half covering her face to hang off to the side. She opened her mouth to speak, but the arrival of the Colonial Friekorps interrupted her.
She didn't even get a chance to respond to the Colonials before one was struck down by some sort of figure, which she identified as a necromorph. Almost immediately, her guards raised their weapons, with the two Gothi standing side by side before her to protect their leader from any forward threats. Taka began to chuckle, as if the entire ordeal was but a funny coincidence, an afterthought. Already, those present could tell that she was a far different leader than Zlasa before her.
"Well.." She began once her chuckles had died out. "If this is what it means to partake in diplomacy, I'm more than excited to start."
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Post by The Governor on Oct 27, 2016 5:36:25 GMT
Carter was the first in the Confederate delegation to react to the necromorph. He raised his CI-28 in both hands, took aim at the thing's head, and fired two bolts. Streaks of burning white laser flew from the gun, but both missed the necromorph. Instead, they sailed off into empty space. The aim had been perfect, the necromorph had just moved too quickly.
But it didn't matter, because the necromorph was gunned down by the Colonial sub-officer. As the delegation moved forward, Jack got a better look at the Fylkja. He noticed that a new one had risen. The agent searched his memories for nearly a minute, until he finally recalled the familiar Drathian's identity. "Spymaster Taka," he said evenly. "I see that you're now Fylkja Taka. Congratulations, and it's good to see you again." He then pointed to the necromorph and said in a frustrated tone, "These things again. Haven't had to deal with them since the Astral Flame."
"Diplomacy is an exciting field, I can assure you of that," Bethany said to the Fylkja. "And it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Ambassador Bethany Rhodes, and I'm leading the Confederate delegation. I'm a cousin of Intelligence Director Silva." She then pointed to Carter and said, "This is Carter Sharp, the Governor's son and one of my personal guards. The other is Jack Markinson, who guarded the Governor aboard the Astral Flame. He says you've worked together before?"
Meanwhile, Carter noticed the wounded Colonial. From inside his uniform, he removed a small package of bandages, synthflesh, and various inject-able medications. He said in an even tone as he moved closer to the officer, "This may seem odd, but members of Intelligence have a small measure of medical training. If you'll allow, I can try to treat your wounds."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 17:31:57 GMT
The Federated ColoniesDie Föderierte Kolonien
"Einheit, Freiheit, und Glechheit!""Unity, Freedom, and Equality!"
"Yeah.. if you can.. please.", the officer said, still clearly in shock. Just minutes after witnessing one of the worst disasters in his planet's history, he was now being attacked by beings he had only heard about in stories.. beings of nightmare, that should have never been here. His wound wasn't anything too serious.. it was a rather deep and bleeding wound on his right arm, cutting almost as deep as his bone, but he wasn't going to die anytime soon.. hopefully. The entire situation was however a little too much for him.
"Come back to your senses, Herr Oberleutenant.", the old Feldwebel said. "Your men depend on you.", the soldier continued, before looking at the foreigners, especially at the Drathians. "We'll see how excited you'll be after having to face an entire infestation, Fykja or however the hell you pronounce that thing.", the old man continued, pronouncing Taka's title in an obviously exaggerated Colonial accent, clearly not having a good opinion about the foreign delegations standing in front of them. "Maybe then you won't be as thankful for your little Keltaken friends. Though I hope that if there is a necromorph infestation going around, they'll kill every one and least of the reptilian bastards on the surface of this planet."
Starting with the Feldwebel, the other Colonials reloaded their weapons, switching from the laser modes to the Veranium fragmentation bullets, much more suited for use against those necromorphs. "Under normal circumstances, the defense system of any Colonial planet or ship should be able to detect the genetic marks of the necromorph virus, and isolate the areas which are thought to be infected. Hell knows why nothing is happening..", the old man told them. "It's probably because of you bastards. Every time we meet Drathians, we are bound to have bad luck. We should have left you all die there.. damned be the day when they ordered us to land on that planet. Damned be the Keltakens too, for the matter. And the Confederates. I have no idea who was the idiot which thought that letting you on our planet was a good idea... verdamnt.", the man said, ending his Galactic Standard sentence with a clear Colonial Standard swearword. "Orders are orders though.. let's see how we can get you out of here.."
The man's words were however suddenly interrupted by what sounded as animal growls, and out of the smoke, another small group of former Colonial soldiers and civilians, now necromorphs, rushed forward towards the group of still living people, but the discipline of the Colonials kicked in. "Kompanie! Reihe bilden! Feuer!" In short and precise bursts, the Colonials followed their training, and shot for the members of the monsters. The only way to effectively kill a necromorph is to literally chop it apart, piece by piece, member by member, something the high caliber fragmentation bullets of the Colonials did extremely well. The first wave of monsters were killed pretty soon.. and then a few moments of silence .... and then nothing. The Colonials lowered their rifles, as the Feldwebel turned around to look at the foreigners again. "So, as I was saying.."
But then suddenly, gunfire was heard from the other side of the smoke, and the Colonials pulled out their weapons again.. only to see humans emerging from the smoke.. Genome users, from the look of it, armed with swords and guns, clearly more advanced than the ones the volunteers were using.. and wearing white uniforms, with black accents. Seeing each other, the two Colonial groups aimed their rifles at each other, or in the case of the some of the white coated Colonials, they unsheathed their swords. The tension quickly rose, as neither of the groups said anything.. and neither of them lowered their weapons..
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Post by Drakorphobia on Oct 27, 2016 21:39:41 GMT
Taka pondered Bethany's words for a second, trying to recount the events of the Astral Flame, and the horrid mockery of diplomacy that had taken place there. She nodded slowly, as if to answer the question in advance, before speaking. "Yes, this is true. If I remember correctly, the meeting was hijacked by some necromorphs and turned into a bloodbath." She looked to the body of the creature with disdain. Perhaps the one species she hated more than Keltakens. How they managed to get on a Colonial world, she had no idea. Whatever the reason, she was already remembering the events on the Flame, the dead bodies, the twisted figures. She was not about to relive that nightmare. At least not unarmed.
"Think as you will." She said, turning her orange eyes to the old Feldwebel. "But remember who fought by the Colonies during the last necromorph outbreak, and during your squabbles with the Invaders." She pulled a small handgun from a holster at her waist, seemingly aiming at the Colonial before firing. The bolt soared right over his shoulder, pounding into the downed Necromorph's chest. Just to make sure it was dead. "My people have suffered greatly at the hands of the Keltakens, and without Zlasa and her friendship with the Empress to get in my way, I will make sure that they get what they deserve." Her head turned towards the Keltaken delegation, tilting slightly to the right. "Sorry." She said, voice laced heavily with sarcasm.
Taka would have said more, but the arrival of more of the undead creatures quieted her. Pointing her weapon at the creatures, she fired for the most evident joints, their shoulders. Her contribution likely would not have mattered much in the long run anyway, given that the Freikorp personnel had the situation under control. Still, it was the sentiment that mattered to her. More Colonial forces followed soon after, looking to be somewhat hostile to the Freikorp. She was interested to see how this confrontation would play out, given that both parties seemed to be of different factions, given their contrast in uniforms. She took a step back, holstering her weapon and watching with a silent patience.
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Oct 27, 2016 23:31:30 GMT
Taka pondered Bethany's words for a second, trying to recount the events of the Astral Flame, and the horrid mockery of diplomacy that had taken place there. She nodded slowly, as if to answer the question in advance, before speaking. "Yes, this is true. If I remember correctly, the meeting was hijacked by some necromorphs and turned into a bloodbath." She looked to the body of the creature with disdain. Perhaps the one species she hated more than Keltakens. How they managed to get on a Colonial world, she had no idea. Whatever the reason, she was already remembering the events on the Flame, the dead bodies, the twisted figures. She was not about to relive that nightmare. At least not unarmed. "Think as you will." She said, turning her orange eyes to the old Feldwebel. "But remember who fought by the Colonies during the last necromorph outbreak, and during your squabbles with the Invaders." She pulled a small handgun from a holster at her waist, seemingly aiming at the Colonial before firing. The bolt soared right over his shoulder, pounding into the downed Necromorph's chest. Just to make sure it was dead. "My people have suffered greatly at the hands of the Keltakens, and without Zlasa and her friendship with the Empress to get in my way, I will make sure that they get what they deserve." Her head turned towards the Keltaken delegation, tilting slightly to the right. "Sorry." She said, voice laced heavily with sarcasm. Taka would have said more, but the arrival of more of the undead creatures quieted her. Pointing her weapon at the creatures, she fired for the most evident joints, their shoulders. Her contribution likely would not have mattered much in the long run anyway, given that the Freikorp personnel had the situation under control. Still, it was the sentiment that mattered to her. More Colonial forces followed soon after, looking to be somewhat hostile to the Freikorp. She was interested to see how this confrontation would play out, given that both parties seemed to be of different factions, given their contrast in uniforms. She took a step back, holstering her weapon and watching with a silent patience. "Spare your insults, my people die by the thousands every seconds to attempt to stave off the invaders..soon my race will be extinct and millenia of survival will have been for nothing..our empress is missing or dead we know not which our military in its last attempts to do right are in the heart of the swarm everyone who is of fighting age out there dieing...and I am here denied the right to die honorably with my kind...the humans have a saying, the meak shall inherit the earth...in your case half a star system just about." He looked at the Darthan, his kind was dieing and he could not deny it he had accepted it in its place it seemed the Darthans would be the strongest in the empire and as such would have the most to gain once this war was over..not even the keltakens and their many times of cheating death could outrun fate this time. Now it seemed another of their creations was after their creator sins of the past come to kill him and his men. "These creatures once the pride of keltaken bio warfare. Nothing like what we can make now, yet still deadly none the less" he said stepping and crushing in the head of one of the downed creatures looking at the genome users, today was just getting more and more interesting. |
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Post by The Governor on Oct 28, 2016 4:40:04 GMT
Carter slowly moved closer to the Colonial officer, and began to treat his wounds. Once the bleeding was stopped, he wrapped it in a tight bandage, found a vein, and gave the first of three injections. They were each a different drug, designed to aid Confederate soldiers in battle. The same kind in the distribution system of every commando's armour. The first was meant to dull the pain of the wound. The second raised the officer's focus, and helped him return to reality. The final one would help offset the physiological effects of blood loss. It wasn't as good as a real transfusion, but it was much simpler to perform in this field setting.
As he rose, Carter said to the officer, "You should start to feel better soon. If not, tell me, and I'll try something else." Now he looked over the bodies of the necromorphs, and noticed the newly arrived Colonial soldiers from both factions. While he was working, Carter had tuned all of it out.
He noticed that along with the Freikorps, Jack was pointing his ranged weapon, a modified CI-28, at the Colonials in white. "Axiom Knights," the agent began, not bothering to mask the hate in his voice. "It's the business of Intelligence to know about your kind. A bunch of seditious fanatics. I dont know what the Hell is going on on this planet, but I'm sure that somehow it all goes back to you. I dont know how the Colonials feel about you, but you're some of the most hated people in the Confederacy. And do you want to know why I personally hate the Axiom Church so much?"
Everyone was silent, waiting for the agent to continue, "It's because I see so much of us in you. You're so much like the Confederacy. I dont think you realise it, or most Confederates. Most of my countrymen think there are a lot of differences. But there really aren't. We're very alike. The Confederate Government, the Axiom Church. We both have a vision for our people, we both want the most prosperous future possible for our nations. And we both want it so much that both of us will build shadowy, questionable bodies to bring it about. You have the Axiom Knights, we have Imperial Intelligence. There's one thing that sets us apart. The Confederacy has this vision for the entire universe. I feel the Axiom Church only has prosperity in mind for humanity, and only that section of humanity that's exactly like them. If I have you figured out correctly, you're going to hurt everyone else that isn't like you, and you'll hurt everyone to help no one but yourselves. I'll admit I've done a lot of thankless, ugly deeds in my career. And the Confederacy has a few in its history books as well. But almost everything we've done, we've done to help all life. Your radicalism serves the few."
He then added in a calmer tone, "I may have reservations about how the Colonial government runs it country and the people in general, but they have..." after thinking for a bit, Jack added, "A lot of redeeming qualities. I dont see those in you." Slowly, the Intelligence member lowered his weapon. Jack then added with a cool smile, "But that's just my personal opinion. If I'm wrong, feel free to enlighten me about the true purpose of the Axiom Church." The Genome users who carried swords couldn't intimidate him. He had been trained in swordsmanship as well, the same as every Confederate soldier, and just like them, he was prepared to carry out his duty of defending the Ambassador.
Carter was quiet, hoping Jack hadn't just goaded the Axiom Knights into attacking. Bethany began to panic as well. Not completely, but what had just been said couldn't be good for relations, or the delegation's health. She stepped forward, grabbed the older man's shoulder, and said in a commanding tone, "That's enough, Jack. We dont want to start a war. Things are bad enough as they are." She then typed into a comm device, "Hello, Ensign Tracey. It's the Ambassador. Get down here as soon as you can. There's no power anywhere, so you shouldn't have to worry about orbital defences. But we need extraction. Axiom Knights have arrived on the scene. Some of them are Genome users, and I dont know what the Knights will do."
At the Embassy, Tracey read the message, and commanded his helmet's AI to send the order, "Take off in three minutes."
As he walked towards the landing platforms, he could hear the idling repulsorlifts of the Pegasus. He thought about contacting the Colonial authorities on Xalion's moon, but it would be easier to ask forgiveness later than ask permission now. Once he boarded the gunship, he and the 25 other commandos began to slowly ascend into the atmosphere. He said to his men, "Equip rocket packs. If the Colonials intercept us, Psych Ward (pilot nickname, cause Confederate pilots are crazy to fly into the high-fire situations typical for commandos) can drop us right over the Ambassador's position."
Despite his determination to rescue the delegation, Tracey really hoped the Colonial authorities wouldn't try to stop him. He didn't want to be in the middle of an intergalactic incident.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 19:40:14 GMT
The two sides remained locked in their tense situation, with neither the volunteers or the Axiom Knights seeming to be willing to back down. Yes, they were technically all Colonial, but a bitter and old rivalry existed between the Freikorps and the Knightly Order of the Axiom Church, one that was often reflected by the relations between their respective leaders, so to speak. The Hegemon, and Cardinal. This only proved how divided the Colonies were, and how over the last years, the divide had just grown deeper and deeper.
"Heh. You are right, Frau Fylkja, You Drathians have your good points. But that doesn't change what the Colonies had to suffer because of our stupid decision to help your people. And that also doesn't change the fact that your nation became good buddies with the Keltakens right when the Colonies needed the help of their allies the most. What you will do from now on depends on you, obviously.. but right now, for most of us, and your race are the enemy.", the old Feldwebel said, while keeping his rifle aimed at the Axiom Knights."And you Keltaken, stop bitching around. Colonials have also died around by billions as we were trying to stop the Invaders, back when the other nations of the known universe weren't helping us. This is just the fate turning around you and your criminal race. The universe would be blessed to see demons of your kind disappear from its face.
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The situation looked rather bad, at least for the Freikorps side. Assuming that this would have ended up with a fight, it was quite obvious that the knights would have the advantage just by comparing their new and shiny weapons and white uniforms to the battered pike gray uniforms of the volunteers which had just more or less survived a building collapsing over them, and their standard weapons. Let alone the fact that the volunteers were all either too young or too old for active service, while the knights were all strong Genome users, from the looks of it. But still, the Freikorps would never break an order. They were ordered to defend the foreigners. And that's what they were going to do.
"Thank you..", the Colonial officer said after Carter had helped him, slowly standing up, taking his rifle, and joining his comrades. The Axiom Knights remained quiet to the words of the Confederate.. before another one of them appeared from the smoke, one that looked like an officer of some sorts. A young, handsome man, a Genome user with a long purple hair and red eyes. One of the latest generations, from what it seemed like. A man that simply emanating charisma, but also a certain arrogance. If that man was leading this group of knights.. well, let's just say that the Feldwebel had already aimed his rifle at this guy.
"Fanatics? Accusing us of a natural disaster? That is quite a hostile move from some diplomats being in a foreign land, don't you think?", the man said, looking insulted. "You don't know much about us. Yes, we have a vision for our people, and yes, we want to accomplish it no matter what.. but at least, we haven't betrayed our own race, helping demons in their quest to massacre all humans. At least, we haven't turned against the one nation in the Milky Way that would have sympathized with the Confederacy and its origins. We might be somewhat radical.. but our radical views are the only things which can save the human race from the situation it is in. If not us, who will? The Federals? Those fossils? Their time has been long gone. Yes, the dream of a united, free, and equal universe, where all races could live in peace.. it's nice. But it's impossible, and outdated. What is the Federation now? Decadent, corrupt. Failing. In its endless quest to unite the races of the universe, the Federation has forgotten about us humans.. and look at where helping others has brought us. ", the knight continued, pointing at the burning city all around them. "And what does the Federation think about you? The Federal Government.. or better said, the former Federal Government, cares about you and your delegations less than it cares about its citizens. Whom did they assign to protect you? A bunch of kids which have never touched a rifle in their life before, and some old hags still dreaming about their glory days before the Intergalactic Wars. The Freikorps.. nothing more than a bad joke."
Angered, the volunteers stepped forward, but the discipline said its word, as none of them opened fire. The knight smirked. "But well, we have gone pretty far from what I was supposed to tell you from the very beginning.. her Holiness has been informed about your presence on our planet.. and ashamed by what the Feds have assigned to your protection, she has sent us here to help you get back to safety.. after all.. we're living in quite some dangerous times.."
For some time, there was no way to say whether there were other ships around them or not, as the toxic atmosphere was so thick that it effectively jammed everything. With no communications from the surface, the pilot would have had to do everything manually.. and descending through such an atmosphere wasn't an easy thing. Eventually though, the ship managed to get past the clouds. only to wake up in a dark and burning Xalion. The specter of the destruction was pretty easy to see.. and it wasn't difficult to realize what a catastrophe this was.
But not before long, two Wyvern fighters detected the Confederate ship, and stared to fly towards it, aiming their weapons. The orbital defenses might have been down, but that certainly didn't mean that the capital of the Colonies was defenseless.
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Oct 28, 2016 23:13:00 GMT
In orbit, the single Iosif Stalin battleship was still there. Silent, desolate and silent. Its sensors were trying hard tp pickup something through the thick clouds, but it was all in vain. Nothing. Nothing could be found.
Frustrated, the ship's Captain, Aleksandr Azatov, tried to contact the Colonial COmmand in Almarillion, as well as the nearby Colonial warships. He requests permission for the battleship to descend through the atmosphere and take a look.
"I hope they say yes. With our Ambassador still on the spaceport and all..."
Truly, the Ambassador was still indeed on Xalion. But he was... well, more or less alright. HE was guarded by a handful of Commonwealth Tesla Troopers and Pryziniki, both of whom had their power armor. They were waiting in the spaceport to be transported to the space station when the earthquake struck, and their transport vehicle was crushed beneath falling debris. With this, the Commonwealth Ambassador and his escorts began to wander the area, straining their ears for audible voices. Hell, they can hear only screams. Screams of agony, and torture.
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Oct 28, 2016 23:17:20 GMT
The two sides remained locked in their tense situation, with neither the volunteers or the Axiom Knights seeming to be willing to back down. Yes, they were technically all Colonial, but a bitter and old rivalry existed between the Freikorps and the Knightly Order of the Axiom Church, one that was often reflected by the relations between their respective leaders, so to speak. The Hegemon, and Cardinal. This only proved how divided the Colonies were, and how over the last years, the divide had just grown deeper and deeper. "Heh. You are right, Frau Fylkja, You Drathians have your good points. But that doesn't change what the Colonies had to suffer because of our stupid decision to help your people. And that also doesn't change the fact that your nation became good buddies with the Keltakens right when the Colonies needed the help of their allies the most. What you will do from now on depends on you, obviously.. but right now, for most of us, and your race are the enemy.", the old Feldwebel said, while keeping his rifle aimed at the Axiom Knights."And you Keltaken, stop bitching around. Colonials have also died around by billions as we were trying to stop the Invaders, back when the other nations of the known universe weren't helping us. This is just the fate turning around you and your criminal race. The universe would be blessed to see demons of your kind disappear from its face. " The situation looked rather bad, at least for the Freikorps side. Assuming that this would have ended up with a fight, it was quite obvious that the knights would have the advantage just by comparing their new and shiny weapons and white uniforms to the battered pike gray uniforms of the volunteers which had just more or less survived a building collapsing over them, and their standard weapons. Let alone the fact that the volunteers were all either too young or too old for active service, while the knights were all strong Genome users, from the looks of it. But still, the Freikorps would never break an order. They were ordered to defend the foreigners. And that's what they were going to do. "Thank you..", the Colonial officer said after Carter had helped him, slowly standing up, taking his rifle, and joining his comrades. The Axiom Knights remained quiet to the words of the Confederate.. before another one of them appeared from the smoke, one that looked like an officer of some sorts. A young, handsome man, a Genome user with a long purple hair and red eyes. One of the latest generations, from what it seemed like. A man that simply emanating charisma, but also a certain arrogance. If that man was leading this group of knights.. well, let's just say that the Feldwebel had already aimed his rifle at this guy. "Fanatics? Accusing us of a natural disaster? That is quite a hostile move from some diplomats being in a foreign land, don't you think?", the man said, looking insulted. "You don't know much about us. Yes, we have a vision for our people, and yes, we want to accomplish it no matter what.. but at least, we haven't betrayed our own race, helping demons in their quest to massacre all humans. At least, we haven't turned against the one nation in the Milky Way that would have sympathized with the Confederacy and its origins. We might be somewhat radical.. but our radical views are the only things which can save the human race from the situation it is in. If not us, who will? The Federals? Those fossils? Their time has been long gone. Yes, the dream of a united, free, and equal universe, where all races could live in peace.. it's nice. But it's impossible, and outdated. What is the Federation now? Decadent, corrupt. Failing. In its endless quest to unite the races of the universe, the Federation has forgotten about us humans.. and look at where helping others has brought us. ", the knight continued, pointing at the burning city all around them. "And what does the Federation think about you? The Federal Government.. or better said, the former Federal Government, cares about you and your delegations less than it cares about its citizens. Whom did they assign to protect you? A bunch of kids which have never touched a rifle in their life before, and some old hags still dreaming about their glory days before the Intergalactic Wars. The Freikorps.. nothing more than a bad joke." Angered, the volunteers stepped forward, but the discipline said its word, as none of them opened fire. The knight smirked. "But well, we have gone pretty far from what I was supposed to tell you from the very beginning.. her Holiness has been informed about your presence on our planet.. and ashamed by what the Feds have assigned to your protection, she has sent us here to help you get back to safety.. after all.. we're living in quite some dangerous times.."
For some time, there was no way to say whether there were other ships around them or not, as the toxic atmosphere was so thick that it effectively jammed everything. With no communications from the surface, the pilot would have had to do everything manually.. and descending through such an atmosphere wasn't an easy thing. Eventually though, the ship managed to get past the clouds. only to wake up in a dark and burning Xalion. The specter of the destruction was pretty easy to see.. and it wasn't difficult to realize what a catastrophe this was. But not before long, two Wyvern fighters detected the Confederate ship, and stared to fly towards it, aiming their weapons. The orbital defenses might have been down, but that certainly didn't mean that the capital of the Colonies was defenseless. The Keltaken ambassador watched and listened to the member of the axiom church speak keeping a hoving hand over a knife, it may not do much but he wasn't going to be the only one to die today not without a fight. One the genome user has finished speaking he looked at him, "perhaps the galexy would be better off without my species, but we will atone for it now by fighting and dieing. We do not seek redemption from you or your kind or any other. We will not die like vermin we will fight and we will die a warriors death. For now let me explain things to you so we can get along just my species and yours, think of us as a shield, to die so that you can live. We are already doing it, dieing so humans can live at the least let's stop arguing and pointing weapons at each other so we can kill the real threat, after that we can blow each others brains out all we want, yet through the approval of all of our people or not if we don't act soon it won't matter if we disagree or agree if we hate the other guts or not we will all be dead." With that said the Keltaken stood next to the Darthan attending to his own business and making mental notes of the necromorph it was interesting to see such an old relic of the first war with the colonials. About now he had almost all but forgot the engament his mind racing with other matters. |
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Post by The Governor on Oct 29, 2016 5:10:37 GMT
In the atmosphere of Xalion, the Confederate troops took in the destruction, stunned by what they saw. They knew Xalion was polluted, but they hadn't expected ruins.
When the Colonial ships established communication, George tried to remain calm. He considered a response, steadied his voice, and replied to the message, "Colonial fighters, this is a Confederate Pegasus-class gunship, and I'm Ensign George Tracey, the security chief for Ambassador Bethany Rhodes of the Dothvalian Confederacy. We tried to contact the Foreign Office and Orbital Control, both to no avail. This was after receiving notification about martial law. We have not contacted the Confederacy since the martial law began, as per the request of the current Colonial government. I was concerned by the lack of response from either Colonial office, and so prepared my team to potentially rescue the Ambassador. At the time, we had no communication with anyone on Xalion, and shortly after preparation began, we received word from the Ambassador. The spaceport she was in had collapsed, and she told us to hold position. And then a group of Genome users met with her, the Drathian delegation, and possibly another group of Colonial soldiers. I'm not sure of all the details. But she requested extraction, and my primary concern was reaching her quickly. Hence the lack of communication. That, and I didn't expect an answer on comms. I wasn't sure what to expect coming down here, actually. But the security team is human, and it consists of 25 commandos, all in full armour. Scans of our ship and analysis of Embassy comm logs will verify my statements. We are prepared to comply with any instructions you may have."
Now the Confederate officer could only wait, and see what the Colonials decided to do.
Meanwhile, Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Colonies hating the Confederacy, bad diplomacy. He was very used to hearing those things by now. But what amazed him was that the Axiom Church wasn't behind the current problems. He still hated them, but if it wasn't them...then what was going on? "I'll have you know we haven't helped the Keltakens in combat since the end of the First Intergalactic War." Jack then added in a more neutral tone, "But you're not behind the current problems? And you're here to protect us? Very strange. Not what I expected at all, actually." Finally, the agent said, "Very well. I apologise for accusing you of a natural disaster, and suspecting you had other intentions than protection. But Bethany is the only diplomat here. I'm mainly here to protect her. Any assistance you'll provide in that is appreciated."
Carter stood and watched, mystified. If the Axiom Church hadn't caused the current problems, he wasn't sure what had. Obviously the best thing to do was wait.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Oct 29, 2016 17:31:17 GMT
"Good points or not, I don't doubt my people still have much to do to prove themselves in the eyes of the Colonies." Said the Fylkja under her breath. She stiffened a bit when the Keltaken ambassador decided to stand beside her. She was clearly disgusted by his lot. Murderers she thought them, murderers and thieves. However, she made no sound of protest. At least not yet. Taka waited in patient silence as the Confederates and Aiom knights had their echange. She didn't much care for it, blatant and baseless finger pointing with no solid rhyme or reason to it. It was not, however, her place to offer her input, not until the Knights decided to address the group of ambassadors as a whole. She stepped up, brow furrowed in mild concern.
"Where exactly do you plan to take us?" She asked, her ceremonial garb fluttering in the warm winds created by the fire raging just net to her. The precession of guards that had accompanied her said nothing. Though they were evidently nervous about the Fylkja taking so bold a stance so early in her reign. Barely even introducing herself to the rest of the great powers, she was already standing brashly before a group of armed and potentially hostile Colonials. Genome users, nonetheless. Though it was possible that Taka's soft spot for the users was responsible for her irresponsibility here. "Forgive my skepticism, but our delegations have not exactly been good willed towards one another in the past." She paused for a moment, staring around the scene. So much destruction in such a short time. "Dangerous times indeed, we live in. But I do not trust that you will be the end to that danger. I will follow you, but only if I am allowed to bring my entourage with me."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 16:04:37 GMT
"No matter how much we disagree with the Bundesregierung, the last time I checked, we did not have the necessary power to summon natural disasters.", the Axiom Knight said, a little sarcastically. "And you Keltaken, do something good for everyone and shut up. We can all agree that the galaxy would be much better without your race, but we won't listen to your poisonous.. words?"
As the knight was saying his last words, the glow of a really powerful and bright golden light glowed behind him in the darkness of the planet.. and well, the Colonials quickly realized what it was. Most of them were natives of the planet.. and well, living on a ticking bomb did teach you certain things. Like what to do when the reactor of an Opilium Refinery exploded.
"Get down!", both the old Feldwebel of the Freikorps and the leader of the Axiom Knights shouted, with their men promptly following the order, while also making sure, in the few seconds that they had left, that the foreigners would also do the same, either by shouting at them, or when needed, by literally pushing them down to the ground. Many of the foreigners would probably be pretty shocked to suddenly see the Colonials forget about their conflict and drop their weapons, more so to see either a volunteer or a knight, depending on their position, jump on them to force them on the ground. But since there was no time left to get to a shelter.. well, if any of them was religious, then it was the time to pray.
The golden light suddenly grew so bright that it would have temporarily blinded anyone as stupid as to leave his eyes open, and then, a few moments of silence followed... and then hell. The shockwave hit the spaceport with an unimaginable force, crushing anything that had managed to remain up after the earthquake, throwing the poor pole with the Colonial flag up in the air, and ravaging everything so much that nobody could ever imagine that a spaceport once existed in that place. Luckily, from their position near one of the platforms, the Colonials and the foreigners were spared from being directly hit by the shockwave.. or by anything from the hell that followed.. and the wave of heat and fire passed right above them...what a luck....
Coughing, the Feldwebel was the first to stand back up, coughing because of the smoke, looking only to see a rather familiar mushroom cloud in the distance, spotting the same black-golden color that adorned the clouds in the thick polluted atmosphere of Xalion. The others slowly stood back up, waiting for their hearing to come back. "Verdamnt.", was the first thing the Feldwebel said, clearly angered by their current situation. "That was the Astral Energy, wasn't it?", the leader of the knights said, referring to one of the largest refineries on Xalion, as the old officer surprisingly extended his hand to help the knight back up, forgetting their earlier hostility. "The reactor should have automatically shut itself down once the earthquake happened, to avoid any damage.. what the hell happened?", the officer asked, also standing up. Most of the people seemed to be around, of course, except for whatever scratches they could have picked up from throwing themselves or being pushed on the ground. Luckily, at least Opilium was not radioactive. It was of course toxic as hell, but the delegations had received something against it upon arriving on the planet, except for the Drathians of course, and the natives were well, pretty much immune. But this was still bad, as an Opilium reactor exploding.. wielded a force much higher than that of an usual nuclear explosion..
"This is why we have to take you somewhere safe, I suppose.", the knight leader said. "Her Holiness told us to bring the delegations to the Hegemonic Palace, it should be the safest place around here, and it could provide a good place for you to be evacuated...", and as the man was finishing his sentence, the sounds of shooting and.. artillery fire were heard somewhere in the distance. "And yes, we will take everyone, including your entourages and these soldiers."
The discussion between the two Colonial fighters and the Confederate ship was suddenly interrupted by the explosion and by the desperate attempts of the fighters to avoid being hit by the shockwave of the nuclear explosion, but well, neither they nor the Confederate ship would have been too able to do that, all the three ships being at least a little damaged by the explosion. And then suddenly, somehow brought back to activity, the AA defense guns of Xalion started to fire at the three ships, leaving them with no other choice than to try to land in the spaceport.
The former, burning spaceport.
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Nov 1, 2016 6:55:17 GMT
Just as the knight leader finished speaking, they heard heavy, metallic footsteps. It was the Commonwealth entourage. The Pryziniki and Tesla Troopers protecting Ambassador Vasily, who also had a weapon in hand(which was something that looked like a sniper rifle), seemed to had their armor covered with dust from top to bottom. Their insignias were barely visible in their coat of dust and ash, and only the presence of the Ambassador among them indicated to the onlookers that they were indeed the Commonwealth entourage. Otherwise... weapons might have been raised again.
"That reactor of yours...", began the Ambassador, who was coughing very heavily from all the dust. "Seems to be *cough* bigger than *cough* our reactors back *cough* home." He was, of course, referring to the plutonium/uranium reactors back in Durgadon, which is where he comes from. "No radiation though."
He stopped for several moments to put a gas mask on. HE stopped coughing after that.
"Well, I heard that you will bring them to, uh, the Hege... What was it again? Anyway, would you not mind if we came along as well? We have seen some mutated creatures among the ruins, and we don't want them in our sights..."
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Post by Drakorphobia on Nov 2, 2016 2:16:52 GMT
Taka rose from the floor, eyes still sore from the sudden flash of light. Even though she had closed her eyes, the sheer intensity of it managed to glow through her lids. It was as if she had stared directly at the sun, and felt like it too. The wave of heat washed over her, and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight from her neck. After a moment of recuperation, Taka shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if she had kept her eyes open. However, now was not the time to think of such things. She turned to her two Gothi guards, draped in black, and silent as always.
"Go on, now." She said with a nonchalant wave, a mimicry of a dusting motion, as if she were sweeping them away. "You're needed at the ship more than with me. These four here will be more than enough. If any of those Necromorphic scum decide to board our vessel, put at end to them." She stood, and watched as the two guardians nodded their reply, turned, and returned to the ship. What remained with her were the four body guards, none of whom were sensetive to the Mind Flower. All they had were their rifles, and whatever equipment they brought with them. A few utility tools such as grenades, and a laser saw, most likely.
"Now then." Taka said, clapping her hands together in a childish fashion, and shifting the focus of her attention to the Axiom Knights before her with a wide, toothy smile. "After that little incident, you have my trust, and I daresay some respect as well. Lead the way, and I will follow." The guards seemed uneasy at this, even through their armour. They knew that the new Fylkja was sensitive to the Flower. Endowed, if one would. But they worried still for her safety. Should anything happen to the new Fylkja, only months after she had taken the throne, then the Fylkirate would be thrown into chaos, and perhaps even a second civil war. That was the last thing they wanted to happen, as the Drathian fleets were already depleted as was. More infighting would leave them ripe for an Invader attack.
On board the DSV Grief
"What the Flower was that!?" Captain Verak could be heard shouting in High Drathian. Several of the bridge crew couldn't see at all, given that they had no clue that the Opilium Refinery was about to destabilize. However, some did manage to spare their sight, including the captain himself. As he stood and readjusted the cap on his head, he stood bewildered at the burnt platform just outside. He saw the Fylkja stand unscathed though, for which he was ever thankful.
"An explosion, sir. A local refinery was destroyed, and the shock waves managed to reach the station. No reported casualties on our side of things." Reported Ensign Yvakvik, who paused for a moment as a light on one of the consoles lit green. "We also have a request for entry. Switching to ramp view." He frowned as the image on the surveillance monitor showed the two Gothi standing by the entrance ramp descending from the side hangar. "It's the Gothi, sir."
"Let them in." Said Verak with a sigh. "I don't want the ship to sustain any more damage on this platform. If there's another incident, we're going into orbit, understood?"
"Yes sir."
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