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Post by The Governor on Mar 13, 2016 6:10:21 GMT
"Yes, and thank you for your quick response. For Master Daga, it's good to be working with him again. I'm glad that cleansing the Fylkirate of treason is in his hands. He respects the value of Imperial worlds, and does as little damage to them as possible. I appreciate that. And I may be seeing him aboard the ship soon. I've also requested to board the Colonial ship. We've come to provide support for Loyalist forces, and support for our agents on the ground in Drathia. If you require our assistance, you need only ask."
With that, Wood thought back to the Terror Wars. It was the last time he had worked with Daga, and he looked forward to doing so again. He also waited for word from the Colonial ship.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 6:22:55 GMT
As the Keltaken arrived on the main hangar deck of the Hindenburg, he was quickly surrounded by both male and female Colonial Star Guards, who were wearing the newest types of Colonial military uniform, although not with the usual blue-red War Fleet color scheme, but with the black-gold scheme reserved for the personal troops of the Hegemon.
Even if they were clearly hostile, the guards escorted the Keltaken without being too rough, eventually bringing him to the Command and Information Center of the ship. There, the crew members tried to ignore him as much as possible, although some of them continued to look at him with hostility. In rest, the CIC was just a normal Colonial CIC, even if most of the information displayed all around seemed to be hidden, so that the Keltaken wouldn't be able to find anything. On the back wall, there was a battered and torn Colonial flag, pretty ripped apart and with blood stains and bullet holes, in a glass box, probably a part of an old battle.
As soon as he entered, the Keltaken was met by a certain Colonial officer girl, who seemed to be somewhere around the Hegemon's age. She wasn’t exactly tall, only something like five feet seven inches(~173cm), but this Colonial female officer seemed to exude a sort of charisma that seems twice her height and almost seems to make her long, waist-length bright blonde hair sparkle. It was no wonder that despite her age, she seemed to be perfect for a command post.With blue eyes of the purest Colonial kind, a black Colonial female officer's tailcoat-style uniform, complete with a black skirt, a white with gold necktie and golden buttons, thigh-high military boots that expose a portion of the thighs in a fashion the Colonials started to borrow from other human militaries, black gloves, a downsized Colonial military officer peaked hat that appears to be riding on top of her head rather than actually situated firmly around her scalp, and a holster by her right hip that contains, what seemed to be a .50cal pistol, and the mandatory Colonial officer sword in a sheathe by her left hip.
The blue eyed girl looked at the Keltaken for a few moments, a pale look of disgust on her face. “So now you reptiles are starting to look more us? Damn. I know that looking like an oversized reptile is bad, but weren't the Keltakens proud of what they looked like or something?”, the girl said, speaking in the same way as she spoke on the radio, clearly identifing her.
“Once again, I am Retia Wedelkind, Executive Office of the Colonial Military Ship Hindenburg. I would tell you welcome or something.. but I think it's clear for everyone that you're not.”
Meanwhile, the radio operator speaking with the respective Confederate agent remained quiet for a while. The rivalry between the KOLSI and the Colonial Military was well known, so maybe that wasn't the best way to introduce himself, but eventually, he received an answer.
Permission granted, please land in the main hangar deck of the Hindenburg.
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Post by The Governor on Mar 13, 2016 6:55:31 GMT
Wood smiled, happy to receive permission to board. The brief radio silence hadn't given him any red flags. As an Imperial agent, he was completely unaware of rivalries between Colonial security forces. He answered the message, "Excellent, and thank you for providing permission to board. I'll be arriving shortly, alone and unarmed. The ship I use will be unarmed."
The Intelligence commander felt no qualms as he laid his vibroknife, laser carbine, and extensive palette of toxins on a table, into a box, and finally a locker. He went to the Hangar, and found a small shuttle. It had no weapons, and neither did he, but the agent was unafraid. If anything happened, he was a hand to hand specialist on par with most Naval Commandos. He was a weapon. With that thought, the agent climbed into the shuttle, and made for the Colonial ship.
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Mar 13, 2016 6:57:36 GMT
As the Keltaken arrived on the main hangar deck of the Hindenburg, he was quickly surrounded by both male and female Colonial Star Guards, who were wearing the newest types of Colonial military uniform, although not with the usual blue-red War Fleet color scheme, but with the black-gold scheme reserved for the personal troops of the Hegemon. Even if they were clearly hostile, the guards escorted the Keltaken without being too rough, eventually bringing him to the Command and Information Center of the ship. There, the crew members tried to ignore him as much as possible, although some of them continued to look at him with hostility. In rest, the CIC was just a normal Colonial CIC, even if most of the information displayed all around seemed to be hidden, so that the Keltaken wouldn't be able to find anything. On the back wall, there was a battered and torn Colonial flag, pretty ripped apart and with blood stains and bullet holes, in a glass box, probably a part of an old battle. As soon as he entered, the Keltaken was met by a certain Colonial officer girl, who seemed to be somewhere around the Hegemon's age. She wasn’t exactly tall, only something like five feet seven inches(~173cm), but this Colonial female officer seemed to exude a sort of charisma that seems twice her height and almost seems to make her long, waist-length bright blonde hair sparkle. It was no wonder that despite her age, she seemed to be perfect for a command post.With blue eyes of the purest Colonial kind, a black Colonial female officer's tailcoat-style uniform, complete with a black skirt, a white with gold necktie and golden buttons, thigh-high military boots that expose a portion of the thighs in a fashion the Colonials started to borrow from other human militaries, black gloves, a downsized Colonial military officer peaked hat that appears to be riding on top of her head rather than actually situated firmly around her scalp, and a holster by her right hip that contains, what seemed to be a .50cal pistol, and the mandatory Colonial officer sword in a sheathe by her left hip. The blue eyed girl looked at the Keltaken for a few moments, a pale look of disgust on her face. “So now you reptiles are starting to look more us? Damn. I know that looking like an oversized reptile is bad, but weren't the Keltakens proud of what they looked like or something?”, the girl said, speaking in the same way as she spoke on the radio, clearly identifing her. “Once again, I am Retia Wedelkind, Executive Office of the Colonial Military Ship Hindenburg. I would tell you welcome or something.. but I think it's clear for everyone that you're not.” Meanwhile, the radio operator speaking with the respective Confederate agent remained quiet for a while. The rivalry between the KOLSI and the Colonial Military was well known, so maybe that wasn't the best way to introduce himself, but eventually, he received an answer. Permission granted, please land in the main hangar deck of the Hindenburg. Daga chuckled and shook his head looking at the girl, "Of all races humans should know well about Adaptation, Keltakens are bred and changed to meet a specific threat. We adapt, we learn, we integrate, the form before you know was integrated from a species known as the Avai, sadly long destroyed by Keltaken advancement. Humanoid in physical structure and appearance they too fought against the empire and lost, their ideals and culture still live on however I am living proof of this. I am Chapter Master Daga the Lover of the Inquisition 7th chapter. I am the leader of the Hoods and your humble guest for at long as time permits." The large human like Keltaken gave a bow and looked around at the different faces studying them "Their is so much anger here, and it is rightly placed with all that has been done, I am sorry all of you, my heart aches to see such anger and pain in the faces of another species as much as it would hurt me to see the pain of my own species. My words may be only words but their is little more I can offer, I cannot bring back the loved ones that you have lost...or the comrades that have lost their lives in the conflicts of our people...but i can assure you me and my troops had no part in these senseless nonsense of our leaders...I would never allow my troops to commit the madness that has occured, you all have my sympathy and my regret...regret that I could do nothing to stop it." Their was a true look of sadness on the Keltakens face, like he felt true remorse for acts that he could not have even dreamed of committing. "My apologies, it is a pleasure to meet you Ms.Retia" the long stalky Keltaken reached his long pale hand out to shake the officers hand, after reviewing some old military footage of the humans he had learned that this was how they showed friendship. He was hoping to try it and see if it was true or just a hox. This was as much a field trip for Daga as it was a dipolmatic mission. 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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 12:18:53 GMT
Although clearly not wanting to do this, Retia sighed and shook the Keltaken's hand as quickly as possible, without taking off her gloves, of course. While the simple thought of having to touch a Keltaken was disgusting, it was true that right now, the Keltaken had to be considered as a diplomat, so despite all she was saying, she couldn't necessarily insult him or anything. Still, that didn't mean that she had to act all polite. She was in the military, in the Officer Corps, not in the Diplomatic Corps after all.
"I would say that it's a pleasure to meet you too, but I would be lying.", the blue eyed Colonial officer said, as blunt as always. "Though, it's interesting that by adapting, some people in your race are trying to look like us, humans. Weren't we all humans an inferior. traitorous race?". Retia than made a short pause, before she continued. "It doesn't matter if you regret what happened, it doesn't matter if you pretend to be sad about it. Without provocation, the Keltakens did all those things to the human race.. so there is no wonder that there is so much anger and hate here. If there is one thing most humans agree on, is that eventually, the Keltakens will pay for their crimes. And if we live to see that day... trust me, we aren't going to show any mercy to that filthy race."
As she spoke, Retia became gradually more and more angry, although that was fairly hard to see, since she maintained a calm composure, even if it was clear from her words that she really disliked the Keltakens.
"As you might have already realized, many of the crew members on this ship have personally suffered because of the Keltakens and the Second Intergalactic War.. so don't expect us to be friendly."
Eventually, the Confederate agent landed on the main hanger deck of the Hindenburg, in the other side of the deck, opposed to where the Keltaken had landed. As he left his shuttle, he was met by three Colonials. In the left and the right, there were two Colonial Guards, armed with MP-70's, the modular laser-ballistic Colonial assault rifles. The Guards, a man a a woman, were clearly the usual disciplined Colonial soldiers.
In between them, there was a girl that looked pretty much very similar to another officer on board the Hindenburg, From the looks, a largely similar age, a largely similar height a similar waist-long blonde hair, although maybe a little more light colored. She was wearing an overall large similar tailcoat like black with gold Colonial uniform, with a black with gold necktie though, and black buttons. A similar skirt, and the same kind of military boots that exposed just a portion of the thighs beneath the skirt. Her officer hat was also kept more to one side, in a little careless style. And what was different were her eyes, who had a light purple color, different from the blue eyes of her sister. On her left hip there was a similar 50cal Colonial officer pistol, with a sheathe for a Colonial officer sword on her right hip. She also seemed to emanate the same kind of charisma, the guards next to her, even if they were older, clearly respected their younger superior officer.
"Charles Wood of the Imperial Intelligence, I suppose?", the purple eyed Colonial girl said, looking at the Confederate... maybe with a little bit of disgust. Among the Colonies, the Confederates were still largely considered traitors, humans who ended up fighting for the aliens against their own race. "Welcome aboard the Hindenburg... I suppose. I am Lise Wedelkind, Lieutenant of the Colonial War Fleet."
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 13, 2016 23:09:45 GMT
Orbit of Drathia
The rebels lay in wait as the Keltaken ships began to charge straight into their scattered formation. Some dispatched their fighters to began swarming around the Keltaken ships offering cover fire, and hoping to disable their batteries. They simply could not afford to let the Keltakens set up their maneuver, especially since the majority of the rebel ships were unable to use their main thrusters. A majority of them were, however, able to use their weapons.
Much how the Keltaken ships had the ability to smash through shields with the sheer size of their projectiles, in this case, a ship, the Drathians had also developed a similar tactic in their torpedos. A fast moving physical projectile with increased size would have a very easy time piercing shields. It was these weapons that the rebel ships fired, again focusing specifically on the butcher's ship, and and his main guard. The idea behind this was to take out the Keltaken commander with the sheer amount of fire power, while also preventing at least some of the casualties.
Those rebel ships that were rammed, though, were mostly punctured and open for boarding. Though, accommodations on the ships were meant for Drathians, andnot Keltaken mechs. Boarding with such would be nigh impossible, as the mechanical suits wouldn't be able to maneveur at all in the small hallways. The other downside is that the Keltaken ships ramming the rebels would also be in point blank of every battery the Drathian ships had. If they didn't manage to completely disable their foes through ramming, the Keltakens would be in a very tight spot.
Drathian Surface
Reponses were made to the Colonial request, which, were perhaps a bit disappointing.
Meanwhile, at the Drathian spaceport, Radford was met by two Drathian guards, armed like any standard soldier. The city had been put under a state of marshal law, with the military taking control of essentially every aspect of its governance. Similar situations were happening around the planet, with nearly every citizen on Drathia in a state of panic. The rebel attack, while it failed to capture the planet, did manage to strike fear into the hearts of every loyalist on its surface.
"Agent Radforth, was it?" Asked the guard through the opaque visor of his helmet. "If you would, come with us to the capitol building. As an agent of Intelligence, arrangements have been made for a meeting with you and Spymaster Taka." He paused for a moment, lowering his weapon. "I hope whatever it is you find out will prevent this from ever happening again."
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Mar 14, 2016 0:14:16 GMT
Orbit of DrathiaThe rebels lay in wait as the Keltaken ships began to charge straight into their scattered formation. Some dispatched their fighters to began swarming around the Keltaken ships offering cover fire, and hoping to disable their batteries. They simply could not afford to let the Keltakens set up their maneuver, especially since the majority of the rebel ships were unable to use their main thrusters. A majority of them were, however, able to use their weapons. Much how the Keltaken ships had the ability to smash through shields with the sheer size of their projectiles, in this case, a ship, the Drathians had also developed a similar tactic in their torpedos. A fast moving physical projectile with increased size would have a very easy time piercing shields. It was these weapons that the rebel ships fired, again focusing specifically on the butcher's ship, and and his main guard. The idea behind this was to take out the Keltaken commander with the sheer amount of fire power, while also preventing at least some of the casualties. Those rebel ships that were rammed, though, were mostly punctured and open for boarding. Though, accommodations on the ships were meant for Drathians, andnot Keltaken mechs. Boarding with such would be nigh impossible, as the mechanical suits wouldn't be able to maneveur at all in the small hallways. The other downside is that the Keltaken ships ramming the rebels would also be in point blank of every battery the Drathian ships had. If they didn't manage to completely disable their foes through ramming, the Keltakens would be in a very tight spot. Drathian SurfaceReponses were made to the Colonial request, which, were perhaps a bit disappointing. Meanwhile, at the Drathian spaceport, Radford was met by two Drathian guards, armed like any standard soldier. The city had been put under a state of marshal law, with the military taking control of essentially every aspect of its governance. Similar situations were happening around the planet, with nearly every citizen on Drathia in a state of panic. The rebel attack, while it failed to capture the planet, did manage to strike fear into the hearts of every loyalist on its surface. "Agent Radforth, was it?" Asked the guard through the opaque visor of his helmet. "If you would, come with us to the capitol building. As an agent of Intelligence, arrangements have been made for a meeting with you and Spymaster Taka." He paused for a moment, lowering his weapon. "I hope whatever it is you find out will prevent this from ever happening again." Karraka was hardly phased by the attack and ordered the heavy sides of any ship close enough to turn and take the full on impact of the shot, to sacrifice themselves in the name of the Empire to which many soldiers eagerly did. Using themselves as shields the Reapers under Karrak's command did everything they could to block the incoming fire. Those ships that had managed to ram into the Darthian traitor vessels opened up their bays and instead of the normal procedure began to open fire with heavy weapons such as a specialized MK-523 rocket launcher. A massively sized rocket launcher designed to bypass shields meant to deflect lasers and hit their targets with a hardpoint shot the mech troops began to tear the ships apart from the ramp of their own vessel in an attempt to completely disable it, the ones being fired on while this was going on stood a chance for a small time before their shields overloaded from the sherr stress of the fighting, in total the keltakens had lost about 5 heavy cruisers in the attack so far due to the maneuver and another 7 to the torpedoes. "Open fire and continue the attack aim for the center of the ship and cut them in half." Colonial vesselMeanwhile with Daga and his new acquaintance, "I understand you all must be hurting rather badly, war is a terrible thing and lives will be lost their is no changing it, however the Keltaken people have been around for longer then you can possibly remember. Your people may not teach the ancient history, but once the human race and the Keltakens worked side by side. An example of this would be in the race you know as the Egyptians or should know i should say. We helped along your people once long long ago, But something changed, our races grew distant and you all turned on us shortly after you defeated the invaders the first time...I know, I lived through it all those many centuries ago. Your people are a proud race and you are quick to forget. Your people chased my kind from the milky way despite all that we had given you, it was sudden and it was devastating." Daga stopped a moment and flicked a few buttons on a rather old looking wrist brace. Shortly after a video of ancient Egypt translated to English so that the humans on the ship could understand it, showed a rather primitive race of Keltaken in a very early stage of their development. The one that seemed to be leading them looked more of a bird then a reptile. "Our leader, our Emperor at this time was know as Ka to which your humans would rename him Ra, a god of the sun as he was the god of many suns to a lot of races. He helped to build one of your races greatest empires. We left shortly after this video was taken and in a short span of time to us the Egyptians had been taken over by a group known as the Romans and so on so forth. From that point onward Keltakens would move in the background of your society for quiet some time." He took a deep breath flipping through old pictures of the massacres that had come before and sighed before finishing. "Your people where the first to draw blood, after a time of peace between our nations after you had discovered FTL technology your people had us slaughtered. We stood no chance against your tide of sudden aggression and by the time we could reestablish ourselves enough the invaders had come for the first time. We left you to face your own demons as we had pressing concerns of our own, vengeance it seemed to my people had slipped through their fingers. That was until the clergy discovered that your race survived, I spoke against it but they wanted blood. Blood for your survival and blood for what your people had done to ours in an unprovoked act of war. Any diplomatic measures where thrown out of the window and you know the rest of history. I tell you this because you need to understand, Bloodshed will only lead to more bloodshed it all must stop from both sides, we must put aside the hate and grivances of the past or the cycle of death and hatred will only continue.." |
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 14, 2016 22:31:40 GMT
Orbit above Drathia
Only a meager amount of rebel ships remained. Without mobility, their desperate struggles for survival were rather pointless. Indeed, it was almost cruel how absolutely the Keltakens managed to slaughter them, tearing apart their ships from the inside out. It was a gross display of war was, not some honourable battlefield where men and women of all species and nationalities got to fight for their honour. No, it wasa slaughterhouse, where millions could die, all for some obscure objective that not even those on top were sure about. This was war. This was murder.
One by one, rebel ships were sunk or destroyed. But that didn't mean they wouldn't put up a fight. Those that were successfully rammed began firing their weapon in turn at the Keltaken ships stabbing their hulls. As their rounds exploded in the vacuum of space, it wouldn't be surprising if both Keltaken and Drathian went down in a brilliant blaze of glory. A blaze that was meaningless in the scale of things. No ship, no matter how grand its destruction, would ever be remembered on this battlefield. There were simply too many willing to replace the dead.
However, whether or not they managed to take down the Keltaken ships with them, it was evidently clear for anyone at all, the trapped rebels would never be able to win this fight. With the last few explosions brightening up the blackness of empty space, the final resistance of the rebels over Drathia died. All that remained of the previously intimidating rebel forces were the floating wrecks of cruisers, and escape pods hurtling desperately away from the scene.
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"M-my lord. The invasion over Drathia was a failure. All three of the Federated Colonies, the Keltaken Empire, and the Dothvalian Confederacy hindered our attack. A great deal of our forces were lost." Stuttered General Krix, the previous hero of the battle against the Invaders on the Sein'Hae homeworld, now a blasted traitor to the Fylkirate. He had left not out of agreement with Lord Serratus' ideals, but out of loyalty to his tribe and bloodline. He was resentful of the Skraeling dominance over the Drathian Fylkirate, the Thrill-Kills ruling everything would be much better. However, he spoke no more as he felt the hard knuckles of Serratus 'Shred-Freak' Thrill-Kill's metallic hand smash into his face, causing him to topple over onto the black stone floor. He felt pain in his chest as the rebel leader's clawed foot stepped on his torso, further pressing him against the ground.
"Your excuses do not amuse me, general." Rasped Serratus, his voice holding a dreaded metallic echo, as if he were talking through some sort of film. "Nor do I need them. The assault on the Drathian capital went much better than expected. I have, had, an agent meant to assassinate the Fylkja during the chaos. He did not kill her, but she is severely wounded." Lifting his foot off of Krix's chest, the hunchbacked Fylkir turned away to look out the window. The sapphire canopy of thick forests met his eyes. "The Fylkirate is without a leader, and the owner of one of my artifacts has been revealed to me."
Krix looked shocked. "You mean..?"
"Yes." Shred-Freak cut him off. "One of the ancient swords. The same kind that Sigma tried to kill you with in battle. The same kind that I used to grant me my power." That last statement didn't seem like much. Serratus was hardly something to look at, a crippled Drathian with robotic limbs and a hunched back, hiding his form with the use of a brown cloak and hood. He was almost pathetic, given the stature of some of the other leaders in the IIA.
"Fetch me Admiral Xikcha. I want him to conduct a special mission for me." Serratus' voice lowered. "I will have that sword."
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Mar 14, 2016 23:46:52 GMT
Orbit above DrathiaOnly a meager amount of rebel ships remained. Without mobility, their desperate struggles for survival were rather pointless. Indeed, it was almost cruel how absolutely the Keltakens managed to slaughter them, tearing apart their ships from the inside out. It was a gross display of war was, not some honourable battlefield where men and women of all species and nationalities got to fight for their honour. No, it wasa slaughterhouse, where millions could die, all for some obscure objective that not even those on top were sure about. This was war. This was murder. One by one, rebel ships were sunk or destroyed. But that didn't mean they wouldn't put up a fight. Those that were successfully rammed began firing their weapon in turn at the Keltaken ships stabbing their hulls. As their rounds exploded in the vacuum of space, it wouldn't be surprising if both Keltaken and Drathian went down in a brilliant blaze of glory. A blaze that was meaningless in the scale of things. No ship, no matter how grand its destruction, would ever be remembered on this battlefield. There were simply too many willing to replace the dead. However, whether or not they managed to take down the Keltaken ships with them, it was evidently clear for anyone at all, the trapped rebels would never be able to win this fight. With the last few explosions brightening up the blackness of empty space, the final resistance of the rebels over Drathia died. All that remained of the previously intimidating rebel forces were the floating wrecks of cruisers, and escape pods hurtling desperately away from the scene. Planet Svartsol"M-my lord. The invasion over Drathia was a failure. All three of the Federated Colonies, the Keltaken Empire, and the Dothvalian Confederacy hindered our attack. A great deal of our forces were lost." Stuttered General Krix, the previous hero of the battle against the Invaders on the Sein'Hae homeworld, now a blasted traitor to the Fylkirate. He had left not out of agreement with Lord Serratus' ideals, but out of loyalty to his tribe and bloodline. He was resentful of the Skraeling dominance over the Drathian Fylkirate, the Thrill-Kills ruling everything would be much better. However, he spoke no more as he felt the hard knuckles of Serratus 'Shred-Freak' Thrill-Kill's metallic hand smash into his face, causing him to topple over onto the black stone floor. He felt pain in his chest as the rebel leader's clawed foot stepped on his torso, further pressing him against the ground. "Your excuses do not amuse me, general." Rasped Serratus, his voice holding a dreaded metallic echo, as if he were talking through some sort of film. "Nor do I need them. The assault on the Drathian capital went much better than expected. I have, had, an agent meant to assassinate the Fylkja during the chaos. He did not kill her, but she is severely wounded." Lifting his foot off of Krix's chest, the hunchbacked Fylkir turned away to look out the window. The sapphire canopy of thick forests met his eyes. "The Fylkirate is without a leader, and the owner of one of my artifacts has been revealed to me."Krix looked shocked. "You mean..?""Yes." Shred-Freak cut him off. "One of the ancient swords. The same kind that Sigma tried to kill you with in battle. The same kind that I used to grant me my power." That last statement didn't seem like much. Serratus was hardly something to look at, a crippled Drathian with robotic limbs and a hunched back, hiding his form with the use of a brown cloak and hood. He was almost pathetic, given the stature of some of the other leaders in the IIA. "Fetch me Admiral Xikcha. I want him to conduct a special mission for me." Serratus' voice lowered. "I will have that sword." "Send out a Harbinger, kill or capture the escape pods, their will be no place to hide from the Butcher." The Harbinger, a creation of the Keltakens to ensure fear and death even in deep space. This circular drone was created by the reapers to hunt down and capture escape pods crushing them in a vice like grip venting those inside into the cold depths of space for a gruesome slow and painful death. To those who where lucky they where captured, soon to regret it by being taken directly to the Reapers capital ship to be tortured and made a sick example of. Mercy was not a word in Karraka's vocabulary, he a sick and twisted Keltaken the true worth of the worst side of the species. Harbingers where sent out to search the wreckage and eliminate or capture any survivers, the worst part of all had to be that the harbingers took video...Karraka saved every moment of the murder of each of the escape pods and would send later send it to the traitor forces. They would be shown what they where up against and what they had done would be punished by the Empire, their would be no forgiveness. |
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Post by The Governor on Mar 14, 2016 23:55:45 GMT
“Thank you for arranging a meeting,” Radford said to the guard. “Rest assured, the Fylkja will be rescued and the traitors dealt with. I’m only sorry that Intelligence didn’t see this coming before. And I apologise for the Inquisition’s bombardment of Drathia. You’ll see nothing of the sort from us. Intelligence has more respect for IIA territories. Please, lead the way.”
As he said this, Radford was trying to figure out how best to complete the mission. One half, investigating the treason, was simple enough. But the other, saving the Fylkja, would prove difficult.
Meanwhile in orbit, his eyes hidden by dark glasses, Wood replied, “Thank you for the reception, Lieutenant.” He noticed he hostility in her tone, but didn't say much about it. The persistent disdain for the Confederacy was something that infuriated most of its citizens, especially since they hadn't done anything against the Colonies since the end of the First Intergalactic War. They also hadn't performed atrocities against the Colonies as the Keltakens had. But Wood didn't mention any of this. It would only be counterproductive. Instead, he said in a calm tone, “I’m unarmed. If you’ll accept it, I’ve come to offer help in rescuing both our leaders.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 19:28:46 GMT
C.M.S. Hindenburg, Hangar Deck A.
"Well, those Drathian bastards are only allowing us to send one transport fighter down there. And that after their moronic civil war has put our Hegemon's life in danger...", Lieutenant Lise Wedelkind said, clearly not happy about the decision of the Drathians. "If a war with the Drathians wouldn't have been the last thing we need now, I would happily sent down an entire regiment and a fighter squadron... but we'll have to do this with what we can. Me and my team here will get down on Drathia to secure the Hegemon. If there is any way you can prove that we can trust you... you can come too."
C.M.S Hindenburg, Command and Information Center
"The human attacks on the Keltakens in the past were made by the Human Colonial Alliance. Earth is who slaughtered the Keltakens, not the Colonies. At the time, the people of the Colonies had no rights in making this decisions. That was a mistake the Colonies tried to fix, by allying with the Keltakens against the Terran expansion in the galaxy of the Andromeda. But it was obvious from the beginning that the alliance between an idealistic nation like the Colonies and an aggressive, warmongering nation like the Keltaken Empire couldn't last. And the last drop, the spark of the war was when you attacked a race that couldn't defend itself, a race you knew that was under Federal protection. You started it. You started the Intergalactic Wars.", Retia said, defending her points of view as calm as ever. "Bloodshed will only lead to more bloodshed? Put aside the hate? That could never happen. Too much blood has been shed between our races. Too much hate exists. To much anger is present. There is only one way that this cycle could be broken. By one of the races being wiped out from the face of the universe. And even if it will take millennia, eventually, the humans will surpass you, like we surpassed every other race who faced us. The Keltakens are the ones that have to change, not the humans. Unless you give up on what makes us hate you, peace will never exist."
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Post by The Governor on Mar 17, 2016 4:44:42 GMT
“My agent is already below,” Wood said. He then continued as he handed over a data pad, “I’ve already come unarmed, and here’s everything we know about the situation on Drathia. We don't want the Invaders pressing into the Confederacy any harder than they are, so there’s no reason why we would want the Colonies to be leaderless. The capital was raided, and two other crucial worlds are being fought over. The goal of Intelligence is to prevent another intergalactic war from breaking out. An uprising in Drathia means an uprising in the Confederacy, and possibly in the Milky Way. The IIA does not want the Allied war effort undermined.” After some thought, Wood added, “Lastly, one of our best units was massacred and our Navy was castrated rescuing the Hegemon on Tau Volantis. I think that answers your reservations.”
“Besides, the Drathians will remember me. They’ll be more cooperative if I’m with you.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 15:23:14 GMT
"I'm unsure if we can trust a Confederate... but alright, you can come with us. We'll leave now.", the purple eyed Colonial officer said, as she started to head for a nearby Fafnir Transport Fighter, the heavy transporter fighter of the Colonial War Fleet. There were about 100 Colonial Star Guards on board, led by an already fairly known Colonial officer. Angelo.
"I know you're unarmed, but if you decide that going on a planet in the middle of a civil war unarmed is suicidal, you can take a weapon from one of my men.", the Colonial girl said, before she turned around and looked at her men."Guards! We'll go and take back our Hegemon! God bless the Federated Colonies!"
With that the ship left the Hindenburg, and headed for the capital city of Drathia.
"To the Drathian loyalist forces in the capital of Drathia, this is a fighter from the 7th Transport Fighter Squadron of the Colonial Military Ship Hindenburg. Requesting permission to land."
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 19, 2016 23:53:57 GMT
In Orbit over Drathia
The escape pods were easily captured, with only two or three managing to escape the death grip of the Keltakens. The destruction of the pods marked the end of rebel involvement over the Drathian homeworld, and a final victory for the allied forces defending the planet.
Drathian Surface
"Permission granted." Replied a voice over the transmitter. The landing pad just next to that which was occupied by the ship of Confederate agent Radford was prepared for landing. The Drathian attendee guiding Radford looked up to see the Colonial fighter moving closer. He scowled. He wasn't very fond of the Colonials, their snobbish attitude towards non-humans, and their assumption that anything in the Milky Way explicitly belonged to them. To him, the Colonies were a disgusting aristocracy with their heads too far up their own asses to see beyond what lay immediately infront of them.
"Let us wait." He said slowly to Radford. "I'd rather meet our guests and guide them to the Citadel here, rather than make two trips."
Meanwhile, high command was in an uproar. Grand General Cronar had returned, tired and bloodied, only to find out that the Keltakens had committed war crimes in destroying unarmed escape pods. Yes, the Keltakens had aided in destroying the rebel attack force, but killing defenseless escapees was a different matter entirely, especially considering tha they were Drathians. It simply could not stand. Not in Drathian territory.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 6:26:52 GMT
After the Fafnir landed, the Colonial Guards left the transport fighter, with the Colonial officer and the Confederate agent in front of them. The Colonials quickly noticed the Drathian guards and the other Confederate agent, and they approached them. As they started to walk, the Colonial girl whispered something to her soldiers."If something happens, you have permission to fire." Not much time later, they reached the others.
"Greetings.", the purple eyed Colonial officer said, looking as calm as ever." My name is Lise Wedelkind, Lieutenant on board the Colonial Military Ship Hindenburg. We've come here with our new Confederate friend in order to secure the Hegemon of the Colonies."
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