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Post by Ria on Apr 10, 2015 18:48:46 GMT
11:14:46 Veda` had been probed to get out of the Palace for a time… Retrieve some fresh air, and perhaps visit with the Unicornsshe had been admiring earlier in the morning. –So… with some resistance, she had agreed to her Sclabhais to take the walk outside her chambers. Passing through the large scaled halls whilst whispers and stares fell upon her back as she made her presence known to the court. Most having already been aware of her arrivalto the Capital yesterday, none having been prepared for her simplistic beauty and “aura” that sent even the most highly ranked ladies of the Caledonian Empire into a bewildered, somewhat jilted array of jealousy towards her. …It had been several centuriessince a Fae born had been brought to the Capital itself, so- asfar as her appearance went, Veda was quite stunning to behold. Her blonde curls flowing over her right shoulder as she stepped out into the courtyard… and gradually made her way over to the gardens that disbanded towards the breathtaking lake nearby. ….A few of her Sclabhai spoke about the history of the gardens themselves, and also how a few of the mares in the herd were expecting today. Veda took interest-:: “They shall be born today, you say…?” ::All three Sclabhai nodded happily.:: ”Yes Princess! It isan event that only happens every several years.” ::As they smiled her way, seemingly content with the aspect that they finally got her to speak, all three guided her towards the area for which the births would be taken place. Veda paused when she spotted the few men who were there to assist the mares if need be… A small flicker of excitement catching in her chest cavity as she took in the sight of the Unicorns so close to her… How beautiful they truly were… <I>Wow. –She couldn’t believe she’d be able to witness this! ::
11:20:05 [DG_GM] .:One of the men spotted Princess Veda and her Sclabhai "Ah, Princess Veda, welcome, your just in time, the foals are about to be born" as he smiled at her. Hethen motioned her to follow him, and if she did, he would take her to a secluded glen where five mares lay in comfortable beds of straw and blankets. The man would then take Veda over to one of them and encourage to stroke the soft and silky coat of the mare, who would gently nuzzle Veda in greeting. Normally unicornsdidn't trust men, at least not human men, but the Nord around them were different, and in all the known history, no Nord had ever hunted a unicorn, and traditionally, unicorns had been safestin Nord held territory on Caledon before the Caledonian Empire branched out into the stars.:.
11:33:50 Thurrbad paced the deck, long beard twirling with each rotation as he went from lookingover the shoulder of the communications experts to over the navigator and pilot's shoulders. Great plumes of smoke followed over his head as the dwarf puffed furiously on his pipe. Turning onhis second in command, who flinched violently, he near-bellowed, "So there's nothing?! All nearby planets already scanned, the nearest battle field fully scavenged, and we're almost out of resources?" The captain stormed back into his pacing, not having to see the nod of an answer to know it. He eyeballed everyone on the command deck as he passed them. Every one of them from his Engineer clan save from his navigator and pilot, who was from theHawk. Heaving a large, smoke filled sigh, Thurrbad stomped overto a comlink. The buzzing was filled quickly with the Head Officer of his Wolfs, the assault clan under his reign. After a veryannoying, quick few snippets of orders, he whipped around to those near him. "Set course, north by northwest thirty degrees. Send messages to the Celadonians, Genlai, and Akkadians. Tell eachthat we came across that battle field, no survivors. Add that Iwish to meet with delegates of the Celadonians." He looked to the profile of his com-person,already at work for his orders. "We'll start with them, and see how much they offer. If you get a live feed, put me through. You'll reach me in the hull." The lastthe gruffly threw over his shoulder whilst leaving the deck.(e)
11:41:59 [DG_GM] .:The man smiled "Five will be born tonight, and there are other herds nearby in other parts of the Imperial Gardens that will be getting new foals as well" as he smiled. When Veda told him that the mare was about to push, he moved to a position where he could observe and correct any complications that arose. Finally after about an hour, the foal came out withoutany problems and he towled the newborn off with a soft towel before helping the young male to his feet. While he shook at first, he was soon by his mothers side, suckling, his coat golden in color, since it would be many years before he gained the silver sheen of his mother. The man smiled "A healthy young male, and it looks like the rest foaled with not complications either" as he smiled. He then looked at Veda "Go ahead and pet the foal, itsbest for them to get used to us, it makes it easier for us to protect them, they know instinctively the difference between races, and he'll identify you as a Nord, so you will be able to call... him to you at times" as he smiles. Meanwhile, when Thurrbad's second tried to contact the Caledonian Empire, all he got was static, the same with the Akkadians. The Genlai however told Thurrbad's second that they had no spare resources to give, since they were still building their society and nation. Compared to the Caledonians, Akkadians, and the Futurans, the Genlai Republic was less than a century old, and needed all their resources to build. Plus they felt fairly safe with the Caledonian Empire as allies, and while the Genlai were slowly filling their forces with their own unique weapons and ships, they were still using weapons and ships they had received from the Caledonians.:.
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Post by Ria on Apr 10, 2015 22:03:21 GMT
13:20:36 Thurrbad was arguing with a couple of Wolves when it was known about the communications attempts. Stomping off back to the helm, his mind raced. Giving an order to an aide to gather his formal battle dress, the suit without bloodstains on it, the dwarf captain went over all the information her knew of the Celadonians and Genlai. Reaching the deck, Thurrbad stood in front of the big screen comlink. "Patch me through back to the Genlai, live feed. Turn course a bit more and slow to a crawl." As one of his men came and helped him into his ceremonial armor, his thoughts strayed again. ~If the Genlai are still needing bolstering, then they either need a few things that they wouldn't dare set out for, or they have a few things we could loot...~ Such a gruesome smile crossed the dwarf's face that the aide stepped back in fear. Thurrbad turned to face the screen, waiting patiently in hopes of reaching someone.
14:13:47 [DG_GM] .:Unfortunately for Thurrbad's people, their communication was intercepted and rerouted. The figure that appeared on the screen was shrouded in shadow, and the voice altered to be mechanical in nature when they spoke "We know what your intending to do, we'll give you this one warning, do not attempt to raid the Genlai, else you will suffer severe reprucussions, especially since the Genlai are currently at war with the Futurans, and their allies the Caledonians have a heavy presence there right now in support of the Genlai, however, the Futurans have let their guard down, I would suggest hitting them, I am sending you coordinates for a Futuran supply depot, the Futurans are in need of a few blows to their arrogance" and the coordinates would arrive a few moments later.<E>
14:25:44 Thurrbad grunted with the interception. He shot a glance sideways, seeing his com experts furiously working. The dwarfs gruff voice bellowed out to the figure. "And who are ye to think ye can intercept me transmissions? It could be a trap. Plus, why Futurans? Me thinks ye have connections to the Genlai and Caledons to be paranoid that we'd attack them just from a simple communications lead." Another glance told him to stall even more time. "Ye show up in the middle of me message, giving coordinates to attack a supply depot that isn't even on me maps... Give this dwarf reasons why my men and I shall listen to this and not just attack a convoy from Caledon to Ganlai, sell it to the Futurans, and throw a centaur sized wrench in ye warplans?" His golden eyes stared into the shadowy image, and had to fight the urge to reach for his pipe.
14:33:13 [DG_GM] .:The figure chuckled "Lets just say that recently the Futurans attacked a business interest of mine, and while I bear no love for the Genlai and Caledonians, I want to make the Futurans pay for the trouble they have caused me, as for my identity, I work for a certain figure you may know, the head of the Trylis Conglomerate in the Seras System" as the transmission ended. Thurrbad would have likely knew of the Trylis Conglomerate, a rather notorious and ruthless group that lived in the Hjaalmarch Quadrant, well out of the range of the Haafingar Quadrant, but had dealings in many systems throughout Hjaalmarch Quadrant. If someone from the group was giving Thurrbad coordinates to a secret Futuran supply base, then the Futurans must have really pissed them off.:.
14:47:07 Thurrbad nodded slowly as the transmission ended. He already knew there was no tracking the signal before anything was even said. Sitting heavily into the captains seat, the deck was silent as the dwarf thumbed his pipe full. The silent was broken as he snapped a small flame between his fingers.Taking a deep draw, he stared at each man as he exhaled. The cabin burst into refined chaos as the captain started barking orders. "Open all comlinks in all areas. All hands on deck! Set course for those coordinates, fire up the hyperdrive core. Send an encrypted message to the Conglomerate, but only one word. Accepted." A pause of his gruff voice made everyone on his ship pause. That smile split his beard once more. "Get suited and booted, ladies and gentlemen. We're goin on a raid!" Sitting back to his pipe and thoughts, watching as his orders were carried out, the words of the figure echoed in his head as loudly as the hyperdrive and engine turbines heated up.
14:47:54 [Breton-Cynderheart] On Board the Litany of Purity the God-Emperor waited. For days he had stood still at the helm of the ship watching as planet after planet on the rim of his Empire was cauterized closed. Rebellion after rebellion ceased to exist as they gained half of the rim in competent members of the Imperium and half as dead bodies carbonating in space. It was not peaceful to the rest of the sentient space, but it was calming to the Akkadians as a whole. Everyone that still lived in the massive empire was awe-struck with the brilliance of the Exterminatus. They hadn't been mobilized in some time, but with the seeds of anger still laced in their hearts from the false reign of his father... The branches needed to be pruned before his glorious age could continue. Breton turned the broadcasting system on and sent a message to anyone who accepted the Akkad communications. " The Age of Enlightenment has begun. In the wake of destruction shall I bring you peace. In the wake of lies, shall I bring you clarity. Those who would sow only seeds of discord and chaos have been give their final rites. Those who would see you organized, peaceful and enlightened return home triumphant. We have protected you, my beloved children. We have brought you home your sons, and your fathers. Your mothers and your daughters. Safe and with my blessing. " He unfolded his hands and brought them to his deep shadowy hood. It was removed and for the first time in a decade the Imperium saw the face of their god. He offers a smile, and holds his arms out as the camera pans to various points around their territory. Liberated people, the debris of known trouble makers for the Akkadians. And ultimately, a well-planned shot of their Homeworld Akkadia. It faded into a shot of the new world Babylon, where the Emperor had made his throne. " Come and Embrace your father. My children. I hope to see you well and happy, Soon. " The cameras dim and all channels return to their normal broadcasts. Breton replaces his hood and steps down from his podium. He had already sent a message to the Ship's Navigation AI to make a bee-line jump towards Babylon. He had news for his people, but it would have to wait until he was home, and things had been planned appropriately. Somewhere on the ship, Praetia would be notified that her presence was requested. He had new orders for her. Wherever her inquisition had her at the moment.
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Post by Ria on Apr 10, 2015 23:23:32 GMT
15:22:57 [DG_GM] .:The supply depot that Thurrbad and his clan had been directed to was a secret one that the Futurans had set up for expanding into the Hjaalmarch Quadrant. The Trylis Conglomerate had learned about it through a spy that had infiltrated the work force that had built it. Upon arriving, THurrbad and his clan would find that the supply depot was lightly defended, since the Futurans had thought its location secret, so they hadn't bothered with heavy defenses, only a few ships and a single company of troops.:.
15:30:13 [Thurrbad] All was ready, and the dwarf captain sat in his chair, still pipe puffing. A respectful cloud had grown above his head over time. As the last words echoed and faded from the Akkad lines. A wave of his hand rewinded the feed, showing this Emperor with his hood down. Standing, he gauged the figure. With a snort of contempt, he waved the line away and sat back down. He turned to his second. "Awfully grand, aye? Maybe once a few more things come to pass, we'll get in touch with him and see if he needs any work done. Though, by the sounds of it, me thinks we'll be in battle with him." The Second just shook their head. The Captain didn't wait for a response. "That's one in this galaxy that will give me many troubles as the days come. Hmm." Thumping his pipe out, he sat straight up. Making eye contact with his pilot, Thurrbad nodded and pressed a switch for all comlinks to open. "Residents of the Starrazer! We are to enter hyperspace shortly. Once we reach our destination, the enemy shall have roughly five seconds of our arrival. I want all hands in their places and all assault ships ready. I know not what awaits us, but this I know! We bring death and despair with us! I do not wish to see a single Wolf maw nor Hawk beak covered in blood by the end of this. I shall personally strip the hide from the back o' any Engineer that lets a single ship get close to us. This time, I leave the 'Razer to join you in this fight. Ye've never let me down before, and I know you won't this time! Come, my Raiders! Let's take spoils earned in pain!" Cheers almost drowned out the horible sound of space tearing them into hyperspace. The batle was easily won, and inside this supply deopt, as his warriors scattered all around to raider and plunder the supplies, the Raider King sat atop a pile of bodies, lost in smoke and contemplation.
16:07:54 [Ai_Wataru] In a place of Gladitorial matches, there existed... something else. Something for those without the skills to get into the Gladitorial matches, but still wanted to fight. Or, perhaps, they wanted a bigger thrill than what the matches offered -- that the new focus on 'saving people's lives' were too much. Or, perhaps, they couldn't fight in the Gladitorial matches because they didn't want fame for any reason under the sun, yet still wanted to fight. There were places for these kinds of people. They had many names, but collectively would be known as the Underground Fight Clubs. Calidonia had been trying to stamp these out for a long time, but there were too many, and for every one they raided and brought more, several more seemed to take its place. Of course, these places excersized caution, trying to keep their lifespans for as long as possible before raids hit them. It was an eventuality, but steps could be taken to prolong it. They also didn't condone death, but sometimes accidents happened which is something the Gladitorial matches also tried to lessen the risk of. It took the fun out of it for some. Of course, others actively encouraged or only had death fights, but those were the ones found out quickest -- obviously a mortality rate was harder to hide. In particular, there was one such underground fight club that a specific little girl was frequently. A girl known as the "Wind Dancer." She wasn't the most famous of underground fighters, but she was climbing the ranks quickly. Why was that? It was partially because of her small size, her delicate frame... but mostly becuase of her birth defect -- blindness. Yet, she was able to keep up with many of her opponents, predicting their moves and winning all her fights. The ones she lost often were quoted as being 'complete mismatches from the start, with no chance of her winning.' Where this female came from or went to was a complete mystery, and she never stuck around long enough to answer questions. She came, she fought, she left. So you could understand why this particular club seemed more filled than normal. The very girl that many were curious of was fighting now, a white mask with red demon designs running around it, a hood behind that to hide her hair. She was fighting a spear-user, and one that seemed... to be on edge. Not scared, but he obviously knew who he was dealing with. The man had fought through many rounds, many other winners, to get to where he was, but this girl he was fighting apparently only had to fight a couple to get here. So, perhaps, his brazen attacks were justified as he tried to stab her followed by a spin that ended in another jab downwards. However, light gusts of wind edged the spears away from her, as she reached forward with her right arm and pushed him back with a gust of wind. Without wasting time, she started her 'Dance of Death,' as it became to be known in the circles. An elegant, beautiful dance befitting a noble, but each movement accented by a wind attack. It was an unseeable (by normal means) attack, and by the time most could deduct where she was attacking by her movements, they were already being hit. The man managed to dodge a few of them -- good on him -- but they kept coming too quick, too furious, to dodge forever, and while he had gained some ground on his dodges... he was eventually pushed back, and with one last, large frontal kick while he was staggered on the edge... was flung into the rocky seats. She had won, once again. The money was taken, but the belt was given back to the owner to keep. Another tournament, another win. Not a giant pot, given the small size of the club compared to some others, but that's why she chose this place -- the lowest risk of being caught. So she hoped.
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Post by Ria on Apr 11, 2015 1:43:22 GMT
17:14:36 Chimæria` The pressure locks of the Cryogenic container hissed violently as they released the frozen demonic looking popsicle, causing the ‘man’ known as Chimæria to collapse to the ground, allowing them to attatch irons that would nullify his powers, and a neutralizing collar that prevented his telepathic abilities from completely mind fucking everyone on the ship. The guard tugged upon the chains, forcing the male forward after about an hour and a half of thawing him out, it was then the Guard did as instructed escorting the ships very own deployable WMD. Of course the guards got hot headed at first when he refused to move, applying those lovely stun rods to the back of his knees, causing him to crumble to the ground. Of course after about fifteen shocks, he finally submitted and dazingly followed the guard as they escorted him to the Emperor’s presene, kicking him in the knee and causing him to submit to a bowing stance now. He didn’t speak currently, he couldn’t, he was still in the state of awak
17:36:52 [Breton-Cynderheart] " Put him in the containment pod. We're dropping him on Gideon 6. " The eyes of the guards grew wide. Breton glared in their direction. " It's in uncontested space. I want it wiped out before we claim it. Wiped out " His last words were vicious and venomous. Gideon was dangerously close to Caledonian territory. But to all records ( those on caledon as well ) the planet was neutral territory inhabited mostly by nomadic tribes that made habitual trouble for all organizations in charge of the galaxy. " Send him in a trading vessel. They won't stop him until he gets there. Use the captured Genlai one. It has no logs attached, no one has seen it in... over ... twenty years. It is untraceable to us. For that matter, wipe it's data before it's sent. The only thing that should be attached to it would be where it's going. " He'd nod. For their respects, the Akkadians were very good at their job. He'd be on a speeding bullet to a planet that was unsuspecting.
17:42:28 Thurrbad stood upon his ship, over looking the star charts, and shooting glances out at the stars themselves. They floated well outside of the Caledonian boarders, and just that single thought of being so close made his beard get goosebumps. Heaving a heavy, soul deep sigh, and of course lighting his pipe, he strolled over to the Captains Chair. A hush came over the deck, filled with just the sound of his pipe being pulled upon for a few moments. He looked at every single pair of eyes, and saw nothing but anticipation in each. Sitting in his ceremonial garb once more, he gave the motion to his coms-person. With smoke still pouring out his nose and mouth, the transmission started. "This is Chief General and King of the Clans, Reigning First of the Naer'Daedrian Armada. I request audience with the Rulers of these Lands. I have something very important to discuss, and it best if we do not do it through communication feeds. Ye have an hour, or I leave." With a motion, the feed ended, as did the rigidity
17:59:07 Chimæria` The guards blinked, they knew where that territory was near, was the Emperor off his rocker sending this guy out there? There’d be no one alive…for the most part that is. But, they followed instructions, leaving the man’s scythe there too. Of course they sent the ship on auto pilot after knocking him unconscious to save their own skins otherwise they’d end up dead. Upon their return, they knelt down sir. “It is done, he’s on his way sir.” They spoke, departing upon his command. The ship had sailed off like yes a speeding bullet heading toward the planet Gideon. The arrival was quick, labeled as a trade vessel and permitted in. By the time the ship got there, Chim was already wide away and held his staff in hand, messages sent all-around of trade goods being brought, so people would be happy to….rob it. Tsk tsk tsk…
18:18:43 Thurrbad shook his head as the Starrazer flew away from the Caledon boarder. The Captain was near growling just as all the coms went crazy with some message of trade goods. It sounded faked, a trap almost. This fact held his attention, and his curiosity won out. The others looked cautious. A ruthless roar sent them jumping and reminding who they were with. "Set course for that planet. Something doesn't feel right, and me thinks it may pay off to go look. If none of ye like it, ye can go to the waste dump gate and try out ye luck. Otherwise... Suit up Raiders!" And in that turmoil, the dwarf felt the most at home. As their course was changed, he marched through his ship, bellowing orders and such with a curious smile none had seen on their leader's face before.
18:26:57 [Breton-Cynderheart] The Armageddon was host to more than one monster. There were several " weapons " that the inquisition kept on board the Litany of Purity . One of these beings was a " man " named Chimaeria. He was held in a cryogenic vat sealed and settled alongside several others that mimiced his behavior patterns. Creatures that were more danger to themselves than others. Although the damage they would deal was incredible, when unleashed. He needed one of them for a particularly... pointed mission abroad. This man was chosen. " Wake him up, and contain him. " The emperor spoke, in a hushed embodied whisper. The guards followed suit and began to awaken the male. Two of them stood ready with stun-fields in case the male thought it wise in his... sleepy state... to try and attack any of them.
18:39:11 Chimæria` It didn't take very long before the supposed 'Trade ship' was surrounded by all kinds of nasty people with vile intents. Shame...for out stepped Chim with his scythe, everyone jaw dropping. It was then it happened, the minds were bent, twisted, and now under the assumed control, at least twenty of them were at least. With a flick of his wrist, guns turned on one another, and the violence broke out, people shooting one another as teh creature ascended into the air, wings flapping forced gale winds down to the ground. Just too bad that this planet had to be taken over, it was really a nice planet...honestly! Wait, no it wasn't... Finally people began to turn their attention with their primitive weapons upon him! HOW DARE THEY EVEN TRY! Bullets strike skin only to fall to the ground flattened with no verse effect, a hand rose forth toward a group, launching a jet stream of black fire to circle around the group, clenching his fist, the fire moved forth, trapping them in and incinerating them. Panic had struck through those whom intended this false trade ship ill will, finding it’s only inhabitant a walking danger to them…With a menacing growl, he just watched them run in panic, occasionally swooping down to pick one up and drop them a couple hundred feet to their death…[killing time waiting on fucks his face]
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Post by Ria on Apr 11, 2015 3:44:11 GMT
19:31:35 [DG_GM] .:The local police precinct had learned about the underground fighting ring and had begun quiet preparations for a sting. Several of the spectators in the crowd were actually undercover police officers, and they had given the signal and location. Now with a loud bang, police officers burst in through every entrance, surrounding the crowd, and more would pour onto the fighting ring to surround the fight participants.:.
19:41:01 Ai_Wataru was about to head out of the arena via the fighter's entrances when it seemed cops had sniffed out the place and were busting in. A small tch came from her. Most other fighters were exhausted, but were trying to put up a fight despite their injuries and tiredness from losing. Nobody wanted to go to jail, after all. The blind girl herself usually was more adept at getting out of dodge before cops showed up, and had never really been busted before -- though she's sure several of the other fighters had. "... This isn't good." Technically, on the files, she didn't exist, except to the higher royalty and nobility. Kept a secret from all but those that they were trying to wed her into. Or... other things, if the wedding stuff didn't work out. While her earth-shaping wasn't as up to snuff as her air abilities, she could do some things -- such as transport herself through stone. With a stomp of her feet, she slipped through the floor and out the back of the place, reappearing in a street. Sure, she'd get out fine, but now how to evade the guards and ships circling this place without getting caught. Without being seen at all would be a help. Just far enough away she could ditch her outfit and return to being a 'normal' person. If she could manage that, she'd be golden. The alleys could surprise with sudden turning and poof, cops, but going above wasn't good either. The patrol cars would easily see her up there. Oh well, just start moving! And so she did, running down an alley, hopefully towards the thinnest population of cops so she didn't have to blast as many.
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