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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Feb 13, 2016 5:29:50 GMT
Seeing that the orbital shield deflected what they bought, the platform used its psionic lattices to communicate with the Drathians to tell them to atleast open up a hole in the shield so that the Warp Prisms and fleet could enter and then give their aid to the Seinhae.
"Not an attack...", the High Templar spoke through the psionic lattice. "Only sending down supplies."
Meanwhile, their ships didn't suffer true damage, for their own shields prevented the ships themsekves from actually hitting the shield. They always have their shields up, no matter when or where.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Feb 15, 2016 5:50:20 GMT
Jillian giggled softly, wrapping one arm around Otull and closing her eyes, still rubbing the girl's head. It hadn't occured to her that she'd become friends with one of the local, at least not so quickly. Still, it was hardly as if she could complain, Otull was about the best thing on this planet. Second only to Commander Krix's rear end wrapped in a spandex suit. Now that, Jillian had to admit, was indeed something worthwhile. However, while she was busy fantasizing, Otull's shifting snapped the Drathian back to reality. "You know.." She began. "We probably won't stay here forever.. High Command is going to pick us up eventually. When they do, would you like to come with us? With me?"
Outside, Krix closed his eyes as he got the psionic message from the Eldari in orbit. He gave the order to lower the shields, and within moments, the soft blue light surrounding Endovul II began to fade away, sucked back into the great spire. The planet was now open for a supply transfer, but at the same time, open for an attack.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Feb 15, 2016 10:55:08 GMT
The militia kept their guns trained on the ships in the sky, and wherever their pods might land, the Sein'Hae would be quick to surround them with weapons ready. They didn't look like the previous Drathians pods, and the Sein'Hae had no interest in a second attack catching them off guard.
Meanwhile, Otull spoke slowly, contemplating the question.
"I...am... am n-not cerrtain... Most Sein'Hae... probably s-stay, fix wo-wo-world... But mayb-be I come with... Jilliiian... You're n-n-nice..."
She yawned, finally drifting off into sleep against Jillian. This sleep was long overdue, and she was glad to be able to live another day, thanks to Jillian.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Feb 16, 2016 17:31:59 GMT
"Alright.." Jillian whispered, again with her soft smile as Otull began to drift off against her chest. "Then I'll take you with us, and we can travel the stars together." With the warmth fanning from the heater infront of them, and the general lack of wind indoors, combined with her fatigue of a long day of fighting and working, Jillian couldn't help but close her eyes just for a moment. That moment quickly turned into minutes, and as Jillian slumped over, became hours. The Drathian soldier had fallen asleep with Otull in her arms.
By the time Jillian awoke, it was dark out. She snorted in surprise, looking around wildly at the darkened windows. Outside, she could hear the faint blowing of a ship about to land. There was a sudden flash of light, likely to aid the vessel in landing. Jillian shifted her gaze to Otull, still asleep in her arms. "Wake up." She said, offering the Sein'Hae a gentle shake on the shoulder. "It's time."
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Feb 16, 2016 17:55:25 GMT
Otull slowly woke with a wide yawn, baring her sharp teeth at Jillian in the process. She shifted out of Jillian's lap, stretching her limbs before rising to her feet, looking drowzily over to the window to see what the commotion that was stirring outside was.
"That's... A Star-Strider...? Is it.. here to take us away at last..?" She turned her attention toward Jillian with hopeful, if still slightly groggy, eyes. She was glad to have a way off the planet and away from the cold at long last, though her smiling expression masked her disappontment that she would be leaving with nothing to her name. Though perhaps that was for the best, she'd be able to forge anew a life for herself from here on out, with Jillian's aid of course.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Feb 16, 2016 18:31:09 GMT
"Yes, it's here to take us away." Lifting Otull from her lap, Jillian stood and walked over to the bed where she had left her chestplate, gauntlet, and helmet. The Drathian slipped it on, and pressed a button on her gauntlet's datapad. The same process used to shed the plating was now initiated in reverse. Plate by plate, the metal began to envelop Jillian's body until she was battle ready. Tucking her helmet beneath her arm, she turned to Otull and smiled. "Let's go."
Outside, the darkness was illuminated by a single spotlight eminating from a landing craft sent by a Drathian Iron II in orbit. The soldiers began marching in, single file. Commander Krix stood by the entry ramp, checking off each soldier with his datapad as they passed, he did, after all, need to make sure that all of his men made it back to Drathian space. He looked up from his screen to see one of his lower ranking soldiers, Jillian 'Snow-Strider', passing along with an equally snowy Sein'Hae. He was about to speak, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked behind himself to see Axua. She nodded wordlessly, and he understood.
Once the last of his men had entered the craft, Krix turned around to the Sein'Hae chiefs. "Unfortunately, we must leave you." He began. "But with you, we have left gifts, those of technology, new languages, and ideas. We have given you the means of production for more food, for better defenses, and for easier communications, and more vibrant arts." He took a step backwards, onto the ramp. "We hope that you make good use of these gifts, and that you always strive for a better, and safer galaxy. Should there be any trouble befalling you or your people, remember, you have a friend in the Drathians." Krix smiled, and the ramp closed. Soon after, the ship began to lift off the ground, and ascended into the stars above.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Feb 16, 2016 18:56:02 GMT
The Sein'Hae watched the Drathians go with cheers and waves, thankful for everything that they had done. The Metalshell leader watched for a few moments, before turning back to his peers, gathering them. He was quick to assemble a team to recover the Metalshell's greatest creation; plans and the near complete Star-Strider that they had been creating. With it,they would fly to the stars themselves, follow the Drathians and take steps to establish themselves as a galactic nation. And now was the time to recover it.
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Feb 21, 2016 13:05:38 GMT
The Eldari fleet quickly warped in to the atmosphere, with the Purifier platform leading them. They were quick to inform the Sein'hae that are not hostiles/Invaders and have come for a supply transfer and possibly help the Sein'hae improve and build their Star-Strider better - or that is what they called starships.
The Warp Prisms landed in and around the site where the Sein'hae are building their Star-Strider, and warped in a large amount of building materials, enough for them to build several Star-Striders.
"We are here to assist you... With the Drathians leaving, we would like to extend a hand of assistance."
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