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**BACKGROUND DEVELOPMENT
The Return to Mira**
Carnotaur looked at the latest report. As work proceeded on repairing the damage caused by the Edien Battlecruiser which crashed, the Red October was ready. Carnotaur sent out a message to Rima and Admiral Nahar and told them to head towards Mira immediately.
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The Voinian/Miranu fleet jumped into the Mira system. Seconds after looking over the scene, however, Fleet Admiral Nahar ordered the Miranu and Voinian fleets back to the edge of the system immediately. Rima was forced to comply, and once they had gotten to the edge of the system, Nahar explained on a comlink to the Savior, Rimas personal SilverHawk Warship. Why did you do that? Rima asked him.
This system is littered with dangers. Sub-space ruptures are the main threat, caused by heavy weapons fire. Theres also gas clouds, also caused by heavy weapons fire and exploding ships, as well as over 40,000 tons of debris and wreckage, and 21 damaged and disabled vessels. Scattered radiation fields also dot the system.
Rima was saddened at what had happened to Mirava. She wondered whether or not Mirava, or any of the other coreworld systems. She also felt anger towards the Ediens for what they had done. If she could, she would make them pay for it. To add to all these emotions, she felt guilt, as if she could have done something to stop all this. She didnt know what she could have done, but she couldnt help but feel the guilt. How do we get past them?
Nahar looked over a report. Well, the radiation we dont really have to worry about. Our armor can stop it, and so can your shields. The wreckage can be avoided, but the gas clouds must be avoided as much as possible. When we do go in, we must go in fast or else well get destroyed. As for the sub-space ruptures, well have to do some tricky maneuvering and scanner work to make sure our ships dont get destroyed. But, on the whole, I think we can do it.
Rima nodded and turned towards her helm operator. Move 2/3 of the fleet forward, keeping as far away from the gas clouds as possible. Follow the Voinian fleet and keep a constant look out for sub-space ruptures.
The Voinian fleet slowly moved forward cautiously, with the Miranu fleet in tow. The lead Voinian ships pushed wreckage out of the way to make way for the rest of the fleet. Larger chunks were pushed out of the way, while smaller chunks simply bounced off the hulls of the Voinian warships, making an eiree clunking and thuding sound throughout the ship. The lead captain Vernek Darknen, in his Voinian Cruiser V.E.S. Hellbound, looked around nervously at his crew as the eiree thunking sound reverberated through the ship. He could sense the nervousness and tenseness of his crew. This was a dangerous yet extremely important mission.
Sir! Sub-space rupture dead ahead! an ensign yelled.
Turn to starboard sharp! Full emergency turn! Darknen yelled.
The helmsman clutched his controls as he struggled to maneuver the behemoth of a ship out of the way as other ships in back of it scattered outwards to avoid the danger. One frigate, unfortunately, went a little too close, and had its shields and weapons systems overloaded. This forced a Voinian Cruiser to move forward and tow the frigate away and back to the edge of the system while the rest of the fleet moved ahead.
Suddenly, out of a light gas cloud (non-hazardous, only the larger and thicker clouds are), loomed the scorched and blasted remains of the mainframe of a Miranu Courier. However, instead of evading it, Darknen turned to the helmsman. Ahead full!
The Hellbound shot forward, crashing into the large chunk of debris. However, due to the old age of the vessel, the fact that it was just the inner structure, and that it had been heavily damaged, it just broke up upon impact. The Hellbound shuddered, but its thick hull held easily.
Soon, the Voinian and Miranu fleet was nearing the planet, but they still had one obstacle to go; a large gas cloud which they couldnt get around safely. Darknen looked at the large, intimidating looking gas cloud as electrostatic discharges exploded throughout it and tons upon tons of tons of wreckage floated inside. The Voinian commander gripped his chair, gulped, and gave the order. Ahead full. All availible power to shields. Emergency power to engines.
The Hellbound shot forward, followed by the rest of the Voinian fleet. Darknen gripped his chair even tighter as the Hellbound shuddered as it entered the gas cloud then began to shake as debris bounced off its hull, and electrostatic discharges hammered at it and the rest of the fleet. The helmsman had to maneuver carefully around larger chunks of debris while at the same time trying to evade the discharges. Suddenly the Hellbound shook and a consol in the back blew out as a discharge hit the cruiser head on, severely damaging its shields.
Finally, the Hellbound exited the cloud with its shields nearly gone and its structural integrity holding but slightly down. The rest of the fleet soon followed, with several ships getting disabled. But overral, both fleets got out okay.
Rima gasped at what she saw as the Miranu fleet cleared the cloud; Mira.
But it was not the same Mira that she had left 6 years ago.
Instead of being beautiful, with large and majestic oceans and wonderful forests; it was covered in a thick, grey and black clouds which obscured the surface entirely. In several areas the atmosphere glowed red due to the heat given off by the large pits of molten magma, exposed by large scale bombardment in a small area. Wreckage still dotted the area as the Voinian and Miranu fleets moved into orbit.
Suddenly, one of the Voinian sensor operators looked at the long range sensor scans. Sir, im detecting the Federation fleet entering the system. Approximately 900 vessels, with 700 of them are breaking off and heading in our direction.
Very good. Once they arrive, we can begin the landing. Nahar turned to his lieutenant. Move the 22nd and 23rd Fleet Divisions in position.
Two sections of the Voinian fleet moved away from the main section and got set up in their positions. The 23rd was to work on salvaging all the debris, while the 22nd moved into a lower orbit and began to fire off small atmospheric converters in a 20 mile radius around the main Miranu city of Kenra, which in an ancient Miranu dialect means Joy. These converters were a simple filtering device that the Voinians and Federation needed if they were ever going to be able to land on Mira without an enviromental suit.
Several hours later, the Federation fleet finally moved into orbit and began to fire off their own atmospheric converters in a 5 mile radius around Kenra. Carnotaur, on the Red October, hailed Nahar. We should be ready in a few days for the away mission. We have to wait till the atmosphere around Kenra is breathable enough to land there without dying within 5 minutes. And once we do get ready to land, well have to fire off some thermolicic pulse charges to heat up the atmosphere to a suitable level. With the sun being blocked out its much colder than normal.
Nahar nodded. Ill relay the information to Rima. My ships will continue work on the atmospheric converters and picking up as much debris as they can.
Carnotaur nodded and switched off the comlink. Sensors, scan the city of Kenra, as well as its four outlying sub-cities. What condition are they in?
The sensor lieutenant looked at the display for a moment. Three of the outlying sub-cities are gone, completed blasted apart and flattened. The other one is heavily bombarded, though not totally flattened. The lieutenant looked closer at the screen. Kenra has been heavily bombarded. Several sections of the city have been completely flattened, but the rest of it is pretty much the same; over 25% of the buildings have been destroyed. Another 25% of the buildings have been severely damaged, and only 10% of all the buildings have survived well. Im detecting firebombing damage, standard weapons fire damage, and a lot of other damage caused by natural wear and tear.
Can you figure out the status of the main capitol palace? Carnotaur asked.
Hmmmmm... the lieutenant adjusted his scanners. I cant tell precisely, but at least some of it has survived.
Carnotaur nodded and sat back in his captains chair. He looked back at the big, grey ball of Mira which used to be a paradise. If we ever get this planet cleaned up, its going to be the largest terraforming project in history.
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ThetaCon 5, we are approaching the upper atmosphere, the Azdara pilot reported to his command ship as the fighter approached the upper atmosphere of Mira. The Azdara, along with two wingmen, were making a test descent through the atmosphere to make sure that it was completely safe.
The forward shields began to glow red as Azdara screamed forward. The pilot reduced speed then continued on, keeping a constant lookout for any possible dangers. As the three Azdaras were jolted around by some wind currents, the pilot reported back to his base ship. ThetaCon 5, we are entering the inner atmosphere. Encountering some turbulence. So far, nothing to be afraid of.
The Azdaras continued along, until finally they exited the black and grey clouds which obscured the planet itself and emerged into the lower atmosphere. The piloted just stared at the landscape. No longer did wild and graceful animals roam across the surface, nor majest trees and grass cover the surface. Instead, this place was a wasteland. Wreckage dotted the surface, acompanied by masses of craters and blast holes, and large fields of garbage dumped there by Edien warships. The seas had been turned a greyish, black color, filled with oil, wreckage, dead bodies, and garbage. Every single living creature had been annihilated except for the most resistent bacteria and micro-organisms. What were once rivers, were now tried up river beds, clogged with all kinds of junk and debris. The sun barely shone through the thick, black clouds. In some areas there had been so much bombardment that it now was just a pit of red hot magma, stemmed by a tide of ever present magma, rising from the surface, which had been released by the planetary bombardment. Flying over some spaceports, the Azdara pilots could seek the burt out hulks of wrecked spacecraft. He could see massive Miranu frieghters which had crashed right there six years ago and had been untouched since. Once awed by all, Miranu couriers and aradas littered the area, filled with dead Miranu who had been trying to escape, and almost untouched by time. Entire mountains had been flattened, and entire cities had been decimated. What remained of Mira was a burt out, blasted, polluted planet, totally incapable of supporting any kind of life or settlement. The lead pilot almost felt like he could hear the sounds and terror that had happened on this very landscape six years ago, as the massive Edien armada moved into orbit and began to unleash their incredible firepower. He could almost hear the screams of millons of Miranu as they tried desperately to escape their doomed planet. He could almost hear the massive explosions as quantum torpedoes streaked down from above and destroy building after building, ship after ship, life after life. He could almost see how the sky turned red and black, as explosions raged through the atmosphere, and smoke clogged the sky. The scene was overwhelming.
Azdara Omega 05 what is your status? the command ship asked twice. Finally the pilot responded. Azdara Omega 05 here. All ready for you, you can land as soon as your ready.
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Rima walked through the halls of the Savior on the way to the bridge. It had been three days since the converters had been deployed, and now the atmosphere was finally good enough to land and walk around the main city.
The plan called for 7 Voinian, 21 Federation, and 9 Miranu vessels to land. Carnotaur and Rima would then try to figure out the status of the main Miranu palace and see if they could get in. The mission would only take about 2 and a half hours at the most due to the fact that the atmosphere was still not that clean, and there was also a dangerous level of radiation in the area. That would be more of a problem if the Federation hadnt devised a method using the shields from starships to set up a protective perimeter to defend against most of the radiation. That was why they were landing a lot more ships than the others.
As Rima entered the turbolift to the bridge, she felt overwhelmed by emotion. Last time she had seen Mira was six years ago as she barely escaped the Edien onslaught. When she left, it was a jungle paradise. When she had last looked at it, it was under heavy planetary bombardment. Six years later, it was a blasted, cratered, uninhabitable world of debris, wreckage, garbage, and waste.
The Miranu walked out onto the bridge of the Savior and looked at the viewscreen. All of the ships were in position, and awaiting the final clearence from Rima. Taking a deep breath, she gave the order. Ahead full. Lets see our home again. The helmsman smiled and then started to move the Savior forward, followed by the rest of the Miranu fleet.
The large fleet moved ahead, starting to streak through the atmosphere. As the vessels were tossed around a bit by the turbulence, the crews tried to see through the thick black smoke which clogged the atmospheres of Mira. Suddenly, it all cleared as the fleet entered the lower atmosphere, and the hundreds of Miranu stared at their homeworld. Or what was left of it.
Rima just stared. She didnt think anything, she just stared at the blasted remnants of a once great and reveered planet. It was hard to think that this chunk of blasted rock was once the center of trade in the Milky Way galaxy. As tears welled up in her eyes, Rima looked around at the pale faces of her crew. Her sensor officer, a young Miranu named Kirok, looked quite afraid as he looked across the landscape. Rima put her hand on his shoulder and smiled, trying to reassure him. Kirok faintly smiled as the fleet continued on through the atmosphere.
The Voinian ships, which went in first, began to move ahead and began to circle Kenra, scanning for a place to set down. After a moment, the fleet dispersed as some ships moved around the city to form a perimeter while two frigates and a cruiser landed down closer to the city and began to deploy their troops. Admiral Nahar was staying up in orbit on his command ship, the Dreadnaught V.E.S. Dark Templar.
Next came in the Federation fleet, who immediately set up a perimeter with their ships and activated the radiation shield. Meanwhile, four other ships (two frigates, one battlecruiser, and Carnotaurs flagship the Red October) landed near the Voinian vessels and also unloaded their troops. Next came the Miranu fleet, which also landed their ships near the Voinians and Federation. Rima walked down the loading ramp, and set foot on the scorched soil of Mira for the first time in six years.
As Rima walked around, overwhelmed by the scene and emotions, Carnotaur walked towards her, followed by over three dozen Voinian and Federate troops. The Federation president showed Rima a map of the city. Some areas were greyed out, showing that they had been destroyed. The main capitol building was circled, and Carnotaur pointed this out. We still arent sure of the overral status of the capitol building, but we know it hasnt been completely destroyed. So theres only one way to figure out the status of it, is just to go over there and take a look for ourselves. The Serasota, a battlecruiser, is now offloading some equipment which should allow us to get there quickly, which includes a hovercraft.
Within a few minutes, several hovercraft had been offloaded. Carnotaur, Rima, and a few soldiers got in one and headed off through the broken, blasted, and twisted remnants of Kenra, followed by several other hovercrafted loaded with equipment and more soldiers.
As Rima looked around, she began to remember old buildings that she had visited frequently. She saw the Department of Biological Scientific Research building, now only a burnt out hulk. She saw other buildings, restaurants, and places which she used to visit before the war. Before the battles which tore the Miranu people and this galaxy apart. All of them had been heavily damaged, others had been almost totalled, and still others had been completely annihilated. The roads had also changed. Instead of sleek pathways through which hundreds of hovercars used to travel through, now it was littered with debris, garbage, junk, wrecked hovercars, and the remnants of bodies left over from the bombardment. It was also covered with craters which the hovercars had to avoid, and some roads were just completely blocked by fallen structures and buildings.
After several minutes travelling along, the hovercars finally approached the scorched and blasted remnants of the palace. Carnotaur got out and surveyed the palace. Well, though the west wing has been flattened, the rest of it seems to be pretty much intact.
Rima and the other soldiers got out and walked towards the main gate. Carnotaur walked ahead and kicked open the door and cautiously entered. His feet crunched on broken glass and chunks of metal and wreckage. The rest of the Voinian, Federate, and Miranu soldiers spread throughout the building, examining the area. Carnotaur and Rima walked through the palace, looking at burnt out offices and hallways. Carnotaur was able to find and open some emergency hatches, allowing him and Rima to get up to the 11th floor, the target floor.
Carnotaur kicked through several doors as the two of them worked their way towards Rimas old office. Coming up to the silver-plated doors which lead into the office, Carnotaur was spared the task of kicking open the doors because they had been designed differently than the others, and could be opened fairly easily even after six years and a heavy planetary bombardment.
Rima walked in first, and looked around the room. All of the glass except for the extra-strength glass through which you could look out at the city and the horizon. Her desk had somehow survived, if not badly scorched. The safe in which held many military and top secret documents had survived. The same could not be said for the furniture and carpet, all of which had been badly burnt, and both of the sofas had been destroyed. On the far side of the room, near the meeting desk, the ceiling had collapsed and a lot of wreckage from the upper floor had come down.
Rima suddenly noticed something on her desk. She walked over to it. A picture frame? Yes, it was. Rima picked it up, and began to cry as she looked at it; it showed a picture of her, six years earlier, along with a picture of Kenra, glistening in the setting sun. It was so beautiful, and now it was completely ravaged.
Carnotaur, which had been working on trying to open the safe, turned around and looked at Rima. He moved over to Rima and put his arm around her. She looked up at him as he smiled. Dont worry. Well get this all fixed up someday, and itll be just as beautiful as it was six years ago. Trust me.
------------------ If at first you don't succeed...Hit it harder! - Me -------------- Millennium. Its coming, prepare for it. Coming to the (url="http://"http://www.ambrosiaSW.com/games/ev/chronicles.html")EV Chronicles(/url).
(This message has been edited by Captain Carnotaur (edited 09-21-2001).)
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The Dark Voyager III and the rest of Grunadulaters fleet shot through hyperspace,toward the planet of Kirrim to clean up the Vonian mess that had taken some of their space.Grunadulater was talking to the head of the Dreadnaught station, Feidan12. "I want 10 new dreadnaughts at the system of Tmidor in (15 posts)." "Yes sir, your fleet will soon be expanded we will prevail." ------- "Fire at that largest ship, all edien warships, now!"All warships and fighters that had any kind of beam weapon powered it up and they all shot at the largest commonwealth ship. The ships started to vibrate extreamly fast as fire spewed out of its hull. Hundreds of escape modules shot out and headed toward the planet. ------- A foolish young fed pilot was hyperjumping around when he was send into an edien system.he quickly set the corrdenent to just out but there were no ships in the system and a glint on the planet caught his eye so he dicided to go investigate. he spun his ship around put the glint became a beam, that was shot strait toward him.he send a quick message that was garbled by the beams radiation right before it struck.the ship decentigrated(sp?). -------- OOC:well, i guess its not classified anymore.
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oh and SD, are you happy that i made a long posts now? :rolleyes:
------------------ You know your to stressed when your hearing mimes.
(This message has been edited by grunadulater (edited 09-22-2001).)
ASW MODERATION: nananana; do you have a death wish? /goes off to IP ban nananana...
GH MODERATION: Uhhh, grundy, all of your ships in the Akreyhek system were destroyed. Not to mention that those ships barely got through. Scorcher will be coming back into Akreyhek with the Federation 7th Fleet, so an attack would be almost completely impossible.
Rima looked wistfully around the office. She had started to clean it up and it looked only a little bit more clean. Her eyes avoided the windows at all costs. She wasn't going to look out there if she didn't have too. She had enough to do here without looking out at the painful scene outside.
She brushed out some more the dust and ashes. It would take a long while to restore Kenra too it's former beauty if they ever could.Many of the Miranu who had come down usually had red eyes from crying on seeeing the once beautiful city ruined. She sighed.
She looked at the burnt furniture and, instead of asking some one to take it out, she pulled it all out into the hall and considered if any of it could be kept. She shook her head and put it all on the carpet and puled it down to wear a very large junk pile was being stocked up in front. Some of it they could clean off and use some parts to make new furniture.
She sighed as she looked at the ever increasing pile and put her stuff in it and went back to her office. She had one clean old chair that she had put at the desk to be used. She took the piocture of Kenra and stared at it for awhile. Then with no hesitation, she hung it on the wall, so anyone coming in here would see that picture. Her ships were still ferrying down people who could clean and the scientists that could help with the atmosphere. She stopped for a second to think. Carnotaur had done a great thing in trying to restore Mira. She would have to thank him soon, perhaps after she was done with cleaning.
She stepped outside and looked around at all the grey buildings burnt and destroyed. "We have a lot of work to do," was her only comment. All the Miranu around her just glanced up and nodded, going back to work.
------------------ Of course Women don't work as hard as men....They do it right the first time. My AIM is Rima17456
(This message has been edited by Rima (edited 09-23-2001).)
Dran overlooked the work of the carrier from a rise. The massive vessel had taken a good deal to a part of the midsection, but the loss of life had been minimul, with only a half-dozen people killed. Many were injured, but nano-tech was repairing this as the Kisani was wacthing. He had taken the time to learn the history of the galaxy and overseeing that his new command was well looked after. He had taken the first fighter avalible to this place to make sure it would be looked after. In another port, the colony ships had been repaired of what little structle damage had been delt. Oh well...
Arik Kael wandered down the corridors of his ship, currently on Kayia. The ship had surprisingly taken little damage and was being rerouted by Commonwealth techs. No matter how well knowledged the Federation was, they simply could not understand the workings of Commonwealth slipstream drive or other technologies. The major had briefed his crew on the situation and had decided to call a meeting of the top officers of the small fleet. Currently however, his thoughts were elsewhere.
He had no worry should the Ediens find a way to the Homeguard Galaxy as it was called by Commonwealth people. The Commonwealth was the second largest force of the five governments, and the Vron were another story altogether. That enigmatic and hostile alien race was capable of massive damage and would likely attack any Edien warship that entered their space. The Kisani Kingdoms would as well be on any hostile force as they were the most powerful force aside from the Vron in the known Homeguard galaxy, and were many decades advanced.
Arik wandered through the Gardens of the ship, his pulse blaster at his side. He was in alien space and if anyone should even try to force their way aboard, every crewer would be ready. What concerned the major most was the fact that he would be only three ships against millions in the Commonwealths stance. He could provide trade of technologies with the Federation and the Voinian Empire and the Kiran, but it would be all that could be done. He looked at his comlink. With a sigh, he tapped it and said, To Admiral Scorcher, this is Major Kael. It would seem we need to meet and discuss trade of technoligies between the Commonwealth and the Federation. Could you meet me on my ship in two arns?
------------------ (url="http://"http://pub51.ezboard.com/fquillzfrm4.showMessage?topicID=10.topic")A Pilot's memory(/url) "Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of congress. But I repeat myself." -- Mark Twain
BACKGROUND DEVELOPMENT
As Rima looked around the city of Kenra, as Federation Azdaras and Frigates flew overhead, as over 10,000 Federation soldiers, engineers, construction workers, specialists, pilots and operators of heavy machinery, even some news journalists walked and ran throughout the streets doing their jobs. Some were working on just securing the area. Others were surveying damaged buildings and deciding whether or not they were to be either destroyed or repaired.
Suddenly, Rima noticed an old Miranu standing in a burnt out wreck of a building, his back to the street. Walking towards him, Rima noticed he had the rank of Squadron Commander, though another pin showed that he was retired. Approaching him, Rima spoke. Hello? What are you doing here?
The old Miranu turned and smiled at her. Reminicing, mostly. Rima suddenly realized that he was in tears. Whats wrong? she asked.
The commander looked away. All the emotions, the sights, the feelings. My name is Risarshgi. I was the squadron commander for one of the many militia fighter wings that protected Mira six years ago. My squadron had been sent away to protect the refugees, but I was still on Mira when the Ediens attacked. Hoards of them. The sky was filled with Edien Interceptors and Destroyers, which reigned down fire on the city. They were met by dozens of Crescent Fighters in their vain attempt to protect the fleeing frieghters carrying thousands of refugees. It was horrible. As I ran down this very street, debris filled the sky and air. Buildings and ships were exploding left and right, millions of Miranu were screaming and running, the sky was red. It looked like total armageddon.
Some buildings which were on fire had people jumping from them. Dozens of them. Dead bodies littered the street. There were pieces of people everywhere. Fire raged through the area. It was total panic as I struggled to make it to my crescent warship; my only choice of escape. As I passed by this house, which was a burning inferno, I realized that my youngest son had been inside. He was obviously dead. My wife was also inside, also dead. The only person left was my oldest son which was in my CW.
I just stood there, overcome with emotion. I fell to my knees, crying. I stayed there for 10 minutes as the chaos of the massive seige continued. I dont know how I ever survived. I finally built up enough courage to get up and finally get to my warship. From there I took off, flying low above Kenra and then zooming up into space. As I saw fires, explosions, and destruction rage across the city, I felt like I had to do something. But, I was a coward. I decided to flee and save myself while millions died.
I know there was nothing that my own outgunned and outmanned warship could do nothing against the hoard of Ediens. I knew I would just have died and done nothing to really help. But, I still felt guilty. My wife and son were dead, and if I hadnt asked them to wait for me at our house before leaving, they could have been saved.
This place was the old living room of my house.
Now, six years later, I feel overcome with the emotion of this place, this city. I saw places where I saw people die in front of me. Those images still haunt me, and theyve haunted me ever since I set foot on my warship.
But what affected me most was the sight of those Federation ships, flying overhead above the battered and blasted remnants of Kenra. My mind flashed back to those horrifying moments which will haunt me till the day I die, as Edien fighters and destroyers filled the sky like a swarm of locust. You know Ive never really been able to look at a large swarm of ships, friend or foe? Thats why Im in here, I cant look outside.
As Risarshgis voice began to choke up with tears, he looked at Rima. But I am glad that Emporer Carnotaur is helping rebuild this city, but... he looked back at the burnt out room. It will never, ever be the same, and it will never ever bring back the people who died.
Mirava system
At the inner edge of a refuse and wreckage-strewn system, a single light appeared. Soon it exploded to open a jump point from slipstream and from it came a fighter. The jump point couldnt be detected by any of the ships in the system due to the shear rubble and junk. The crescent fighter was remarkably familar, but no variat of it had been seen until recently; her hull was a silver sheen against the light of the star, graced by emerald lines streaking across it. It was a Kiran fighter, completly rearmed with new prototype cannons, totaling four in number. A thin coat of armour had been placed on it to offer what meager protection should her shields fail. A federation sensor cloak covered the fighter to protect against sensors and discovery.
The fighter was the Calan, which meant Protector in an old Miranu dialect dating back to before that races space travel. There had been only one other fighter that had borne the name Calan and that had been more then twenty years prior. That ships pilot had been a defender of Miranus northern borders against renegades; his name had been Sisay. That was who flew the Kiran fighter, which was installed with a certain slipstream drive.
The commander had heard after the funeral of Hawk Kael from sources that Mira, his homeworld, was undergoing terraforming. He had not entered Miravar since the homeworld of his fathers race had been bombarded and left for dead. He had heard reports from those few ships that were able to make it in and out in the following years, but he had never imagined the space looked like this. Sisay put aside emotions for now and decided to pilot through the hazards. In his day he had been an exellent pilot, and had even been considered for Zacha recruitment before he was brought into the Kiran. He still flew quite well and had even gotten better despite his aging years. He grasped the manual controls of the Calan and threw into them.
Afterburners glowed as the fighter blazed through the system in a graceful style not seen in decades. The fighter narrowly avoided the wreckage of aging vessels and twisted past the wreckage of derelicts. Gas clouds were avoided as well as the fighter was brought up and around them; sub-space rips were as well equaly passed by. The weaving pattern was akin to a dance of deadly grace, swirling in and out and hurtling towards a destination. When the fighter passed the last gas cloud and blocked Mira from veiw.
Sensors picked up the state of the planet though Sisay could see the world from the cockpit window and the small veiw screen to his side. It was beyond all damage. Once the world had been a paradise from spaceside, full of lush forests and great boundless oceans. Mira had once pulsed with life, undamaged by pollution as the Miranu race never damaged the beauty of their world in their race for the stars. Once the trading capital of the galaxy, it was no more. Instead, the waters were darkened by debris and garbage and the world full of craters and ash and garbage and dead bodies. Once he had lived here, had had a family, a wife and daughter whom he loved very much. They had gone with the rest of the refugees to the New Galaxy and he had never heard word from them since. Yet sensors picked up a small portion of atmosphere somewhat reworked to allow some survivalabilty.
Sisay headed for the planet, his sensor cloak keeping the Calan from veiw. The thrusters were at maximum speed, glowing purple as they went did so. In one great burst of speed, the Calan passed any starship in orbit too quickly to be seen; if anyone could cacth a peak they would only see a flash of silver and emerald. Down into the polluted atmosphere and thick black clouds went the fighter to see the land of Mira. Once great cities and townships had dotted the world, and starships had patroled the orbit and stratofighters the skies. Now it was barren and devoid of all life except for those who had just arrived.
The fighter burst across Miras surface towards the city of Kenra, or what remained of the once bustling metropolis. The fighter was but a streak of light, though dull as it was as the Mirava star was blocked from shedding much light on this barren world. Sisay picked up a protective shielding surronding the city as ship shields generated to protect it for some reason. With a quick tap to a small console, Sisay recalibrated his fighters shield grid to macth the frequency of the field. The fighter hurtled harmlessly through the shield barrier and landed not far from his destination. Grabing a small device, one that had once belonged to Hawk Kael when he returned from Kisa with the Saer, he went to the hacthway of the small fighter. As he left the cockpit he also grabbed an old phase pistol and a Kiran blast scepter, which he holstered. Hitting the console to the entryway, the hacth lowered and Sisay walked down the small ramp and onto the surface of Mira.
He made his way to the city and capital building, which in times past had served as home to the Miranu Royal family and Miran, one-time leader of the Miranu race. Miran was but a title, and the leaders birth name had been lost in the history books. As Sisay did so, he tapped his wristlink and opened a channel to Carnotaur. President Carnotaur, this is Commander Sisay. You wont believe where Im at...
(This message has been edited by Captain Whitehawk (edited 09-24-2001).)
Admiral Firebird, a good friend of Carnotaur and Scorcher, sat down in the breifing room of the U.F.S. Serasota along with several other captains, engineers, terraforming specialists, and one Admiral; Admiral Curtis Lemay, commander of most forces in the upper-left section of Federate space. Hello gentlemen, Firebird started, glancing outside the window at the surface of Mira. As you know, weve been assembled here to work out an overral plan for the terraforming operation on Mira. To start us off, our lead terraforming specialist, Jack Smith, will point out the first steps that well need to take.
Smith looked over his notes for a moment before speaking. Well, first off, were looking at a very expensive pricetag for this all; well be sending about 40 million credits on this, which I would suggest both the Federation, Voinians, and Miranu all help pay for. This is also gonna take a while; two weeks just to clean up part of the atmosphere. Another 2 weeks to work on the atmosphere. Another week to work on cleaning up this system, and another 3 weeks to clean up the oceans, land area, and work on putting back life organisms on Mira, most of which were completely annihilated.
I would say that our first concern would be the space surrounding Mira. Well have to get rid of those sub-space ruptures and gas clouds, because with them around, this is gonna take a lot longer and its gonna cost a lot more. However, quite frankly, this part of it isnt my specialty; Im a planetary terraformist, not a spacial one. I guess the Federation is gonna have to figure that part out on their own, sorry.
Firebird turned to Daniel Terris, an expert on sub-space mechanics. The sub-space ruptures are one of our main obstacles. How can we get rid of them?
Daniel thought hard on the problem. He was well known for thinking over the subject for a bit before giving his answer. Finally he replied. Well, the ruptures are caused by heavy weapons fire tearing apart sub-space. I would suggest using six heavily modified, high powered sub-space stabilizers placed in a ring around the rupture. They should be able to seal the ruptures if we combine them with an low power ion field protected into the rupture. That should work excellently.
Firebird then looked at Don Plaugher, an engineer who had the most experience of all of them working on getting rid of stuff like large wreckage fields and gas clouds. How can we get rid of the gas clouds?
Well, actually, thats fairly simple; we either disperse the clouds which specially charged warheads or just suck up the gas clouds with specially modified ramscoops on large frieghters retrofitted with storage tanks for the gas. The gas can then be destroyed at special gas refining facilities. Of course, I would suggest that the frieghters be outfitted with heavy, military grade hull plating and extra shield generators. Of course, we could also just use old Federate Battlecruisers and Voinian cruisers that we were going to scrap instead of frieghters. They could probably stand up to the beating that they will take when they go into the clouds than the frieghters could.
Smith nodded in agreement. That sounds good. Once the surrounding space is cleaned up, we can begin work on the actual planetary part of this operation. I heard that the Kayans are working on some new filters for the oceans. However, that still doesnt take care of all the garbage and junk that clogs them all. That can be slowly cleaned up by dredging and special filtering methods.
Then, of course, were going to have to totally rebuild the entire ecosystem and food chain on Mira. Everythings been killed, even all the animals. Though we can rebuild some of it, considering the fact that a large portion of the animals were preserved in one way or another. But its going to be very, very tricky. Plants and microrganisms will be introduced first. Animals will come later. Only once the ENTIRE terraforming operation has been completed will we actually be able to start the recolonization effort.
Admiral Curtis Lemay then spoke up. Ive also begun the cleanup operation for Kenra. The plan calls first for the surveying of the entire city and every single building that exists. Next, the buildings will be marked as either unfit for repair, or undamaged enough so that construction workers can move in and repair the buildings. However, those buildings unfit for repair will either be scrapped, brought down by demolitions teams, or destroyed by military ships - as in firing a quantum torpedo from a Federate Battlecruiser to destroy a building.
Weve borrowed an idea from the Voinians in using fusion generators to use up a lot of the garbage that well be getting as the cleanup operation continues. The rest will be either sent to scrap yards, or destroyed.
At that moment a Federate lieutenant was called in and given the report from all the people in the meeting. It was to be delivered to dozens of people in the Federation, Voinians, and Miranu that were coordinating the cleanup effort. However, the first person that it was to be delivered to was Rima.
"Sir you wont belive this!"Grunadulaters fleet was halfwayt to Krimm."Theres a huge blockade of warships actually in the Miranu Destruction Field.I estamate at least 3,000 ships." "Hmmm, when the gates finished, do this.for now we will stay here.we must follow the plan.send only this dreadnaught to the fleet without hazards, send the rest of our fleet back to Agrazi.we will stay in the system for only about 1 minute.they hyper to the warpgate and go past it ------- Warpgate=18 posts Dreadnaughts=13 posts
Rima looked out at the City of Kenra, and then quickly looked down. Alone whenever she looked up at the city, she too, like anyone else who had seen Kenra in it's former glory, started to cry. She gulped down her tears at the wreckage of the city and went along the hallways touching the walls every once in awhile, as if looking for half forgotten memories, or things that had been there before.
She paused and went to check to see if their were any messages. She read the report and for a few minutes stared blankly at it. Poor Mira. So many things had happened to it. And now... It would be cleaned up. Eventually. The homeworld of the Miranu would be back.
She sighed and sank down into a chair. Tears srung up into her eyes, whether of sadness that Mira looked like it did, or happiness that it would be restored, not even she knew. But she felt emotionally exhausted and she struggled up to find her ship. She could do as well in space as down here. Everyone who needed to be down here was.
She found her ship and traveled up to one of the Heavy Freighters they were using as a place for all the high ranking officers to meet,talk, and where they had quarters. She went to her quarters and put her handhelp computer in front of her for reports from the researchers. the ship building and researching was going good. how nice.
She sighed, and sat down on her bed. She read through the rest of her messages and reports, and then she put her head on a pillow and slept while she still had time.
Miranu Fighter-2 posts
Ships are continually being built and uptades on how many ships the Miranu have will come periodically.
The Sladerei fleet entered Grenit system. Citizens were blaming their superiors for this back and forth in the deep vaccum. Psack comforted them by saying to them that he was going to meet Nova6 in a few hours. He was in his room, reviewing his arguments, his demands, his offers. Mister, said an officer, the Voinians are entering the system. Tell them that the Sladerei are ready to meet their emperor. Allright.
------------------ Salutations ŕ la vie
The Coming of the Rarkyl**
The Rarkyl Destroyer flew through the ChegNak system as the three Edien destroyers pursued the fleeing vessel. The Rarkyl had been on a commando mission, were discovered, and were now fleeing in an unknown direction.
Where are we going? asked the fearful helm lieutenant.
The Rarkyl captain just looked ahead as he ship was battered by the pursuing Ediens. I dont know, someplace safe. How soon till the cloaking device is back online?
The grime covered and exhausted engineer looked at his readouts. Soon, its still charging.
The Rarkyl Destroyer jumped out and into another star system. The Rarkyl crew just stared.
An Edien Jumpgate lay before them.
Well well, it seems that were essentially dead, the captain said grimly. Ahead full, divert all power to the shields and engines. Fire at any pursuing ships.
As dozens of weapons slammed into the destroyer, numerous Edien ships closed in for the kill. When all seemed lost, the destroyer suddenly disappeared from sight; cloaked. The Ediens were startled and an Edien destroyer actually collided with another Battlecruiser accidentally.
The Edien base commander looked around frantically. Where did they go?!
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Excellent work Seregi, The captain said, smiling, as the Rarkyl destroyer flew cloaked alongside an Edien battlecruiser. They were following it through the jumpgate to wherever it led. Once they exited the jumpgate, they found someselves in a strange and brilliant world which looked nothing like the world they had just come from. The captain, named Ragus, assumed that this place was the Alternate Dimensions that the jumpgates led to, and where the exit jumpgates branched off from. The battlecruiser continued on to another jumpgate, and entered it, the destroyer following close behind.
Once they had exited, the Rarkyl crew was once again amazed by the sights they saw. It was a new world, a galaxy far far away. No Rarkyl had ever been here before. It was an historic event. Where are we? the captain asked.
According to our star charts, over 1,000 million light years away from Andromeda. The, the Milky Way, at least thats what the Ediens seem to call it.
Very well. Where is the battlecruiser heading now?
The com officer then played a short transmission that the Edien Battlecruiser had sent to its HQ; Battlecruiser Krogoth under way towards border system of Gadzair.
Follow it, the captain ordered, and the cloaked destroyer continued on.
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Several days later, the Rarkyl destroyer had made it all the way to Gadzair, however, at that point the cloak failed and the destroyer barely escaped. The destroyer recloaked later and headed on a south-west course. Finally, it came to a familiar system...
What was the name of this system? Akreyhek? the com officer asked.
Yes, the captain replied. Rarkyl intellegence thinks that this is a major Federation port, weve picked up a lot of talk about this system on Edien com transmissions. Sensors, scan the area for all enemy...
The destroyer was rocked as a torpedo slammed into the hull. What was that?! the captain asked, stumbling back to his feet.
Torpedo sir! Enemy ship approaching at Mark 5! Our cloaks failed again!
A consol blew out as the destroyer was hit again. The engines were hit, and exploded, sending the destroyer spiraling towards the planet; Kayia.
U.F.S. Seratoga, this is the U.F.S. Ruban James. Weve just encountered a cloaked enemy vessel. Weve disabled the vessel, but its now spinning towards the ground. Report this to all ships in the system and to all border outposts. Tell them to be on the alert for any unusual vessels. Also inform Kayia Command and Carnotaur, as well as the security force. Theyll want to get their hands on that ship once it lands.
In a wheat field on Kayia, smoke rose from the scattered debris of the downed Rarkyl destroyer. Most of it had been destroyed on impact, but the bridge section was intact, allowing the captain, his engineer Seregi, and his helm officer Brasak to escape. As the engineer and lieutenant ran one way, however, captain Ragus ran the other way. Moving stealthily, the Rarkyl suddenly became aware of three security officers standing on the edge of the wheat field talking with the farmer. The captain stood perfectly still, totally unnoticed. This was the way of the Rarkyl, to hunt and kill, and to be hunted and evade your pursuers. Over many generations the Rarkyl had grown more adept at hunting and fighting, and over the generations the warrior and hunter spirit of the Rarkyl had been preserved.
Finally, the men moved off, and the Rarkyl continued on. Without warning, however, he heard someone shout something. The Rarkyl spun around, and confronted two Federate security officers, pointing guns at him. Freeze! they shouted.
The Rarkyl understood them, but didnt listen to them. He jumped forward and crashed into the first officer. With one swift punch, he knocked him out, and turned to get the other one.
But instead, Ragus felt a searing pain tear through his chest as the security officer fired his weapon. The Rarkyl flung backwards on the ground 5 feet away, unconscious.
Commander sir!! the soldier yelled, Youd better come look at this!!
Carnotaur looked at the news which had just been brought to him. Though the Federation had no idea who this new race really was, they thought that it might be the rumored Rarkyl, a race of incredibly powerful and violent warriors from the Ediens galaxy.
Well, whoever they were, there probably wasnt a lot of them. This one could have been a scout. Carnotaur decided that he wouldnt go back just yet, Scorcher could handle it. In the meantime, the cleanup on Mira would continue, and messages would be sent to all major government leaders about what had happened.
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The Rarkyl was rushed through the Federate HQ on Kayia to a special room for just this type of happening. After making sure he was sedated and three guards were posted inside the containment lab, the scientists began to study this new creature. Whatever it was, it was powerful. More powerful and half a foot shorter than a Voinian, infrared vision, top speed of approximately 20 mph easily, these aliens were built to kill. They also had the unusual ability to change somewhat the color of their grey and dark red skin, giving them a slight edge in combat. They also had large, incredibly sharp claws on their hands and legs, and jaws and teeth like a shark.
OOC: I would like it that, if anybody would wish to see the Rarkyl, that he or she would just ask to see it. I will take over the post from there.
The Horoth representative in the Milky Way, upon hearing about the Rarkyl, contacted the Federation, hoping that he would be able to talk to the Rarkyl, and ask how well the Horosk has survived the Ediens.
A message was sent to the Sladerei, asking if they would be willing to talk to a Horoth representative. -------- In the Horoths galaxy, the Horoth had been getting another fleet ready to pass through the portal, in the hopes that it would be able to talk to the Sladerei, and convince them to open a wormhole back to the Horosks galaxy.
The Akrahd had been silent for some time. What they where doing was unknown.
The Gateway was filled with activity. This was normal for the Gateway, but today the level of activity was extreme. Fifteen Izars had recently been produced, all of which were now at the Gateway for their rights of combat ceremony, in which all the pilots and crew of the military vessels would be prepared for combat and given their double claw badge that marked them as Igadzra.
It was rumoured throughout the Gateway, and indeed all of Cerberus, that Emperor SilverDragon himself would attend tonight's ceremony, as well as several high ranking officers.
Tonight's ceremony was slightly more than most, as it was also a night of mourning for the losses of the recent battle - hundreds had died in that battle, if not thousands. Death rates were only just coming in, and the Igadzra were saddened to realise few of their kind had made it out on escape pods.
The surviving ships, all thirty of them, were instantly upgraded in rank to a new position, and given the title "The Dragon's Claw". Their badge was replaced by one of pure silver, a material hard to come by in the refugee worlds, and one that was almost as rare as human's sought diamond even back in their homeworld, of Igadzra.
They had been greeted at the Gateway by the twenty ships that had remained to defend Igadzra space, and the thirty Azdgari vessels that had come to the Igadzra's aid only too late.
Everything centred around the fantastic structure of the Gateway.
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A lone Izar appeared through the purple clouds of Cerberus as tens of thousands gathered to watch the ceremony. SAD modules swept down through the clouds, exploding on specially prepared platforms that went up in a spectacular show of light.
The Izar swiftly came downwards, to land on a huge landing pad at the very centre of the Gateway. Emperor SilverDragon stepped out.
Meanwhile, fifteen Izars appeared from the clouds in the same way, their yellow hull breaking out from the vivid purple of the sky, and they came down slowly.
SilverDragon's words were redirected to various speakers at every place where people gathered.
"Today we mourn the loss of our many brave captains and crew who went into battle against the pirates, and then the Akrahd, and died, " he began.
"However, those who died took with them ten times as many Akrahd lives, and made such an impact on the Akrahd that they shall not recover for perhaps years. We have shown the Akrahd our might, and altough we have suffered greatly for it, know that our navy is far from gone. Our navy may be lessened, but our hearts are strengthened."
"The Akrahd shall fall. From this day on, the Akrahd our are mortal enemies."
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The ceremony went on for many more hours, after which SilverDragon disappeared out a hatch in the ground, and sweeping sweat from his forehead, he stumbled off to the reality of the Igadzra.
"Nice speech there," an aged female Igadzra pointed out.
SilverDragon turned to her, and smiled back. "After the first two minutes it was all the same old crap. Once I'd said we were really at war with the Akrahd, that was it. Everyone should have gone then."
"Nonsense. I little ceremony never hurts!" she argued.
"Karshi, ceremony is more dangerous than politics and warfare," SilverDragon replied. "Ceremony can tear an empire apart, and can prevent change. Ceremony is the worst enemy of the Igadzra, not the Akrahd."
"Really?" Karshi raised her eyebrows. "I thought it was the other Strands."
SilverDragon frowned. "Better quit that thinking."
Karshi shrugged at SilverDragon's comment. "We are still the Igadzra."
"Yeah, but there's a marked difference between being Igadzra and being alive."
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Work on the first Igazrada, the I.S.S Templar, was moving on swiftly, and would be completed in three weeks (posts).
The designs seemed more than "formidable". When the I.S.S Templar was operational, it would change the Igadzra, and in a slightly different way, the Akrahd.
Meanwhile, work on turbophase was also progressing, but scientists declared they could not have it ready for the Igazradas completion date, two weeks later at the best.
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Commodore Laiors of the Igadzra presence in Akrayhek, looked shocked at the news from the Federation officer.
"How dare you!" he shouted. "Stronger than an Igadzra? Pah!"
He paled, however, when the Federation officer went into detail, and also mentioned the damage the hurt Rarkyl had done when he was even half awake.
Laiors was shaking.
"Would you like to see him?" the officer replied.
"...no...No thank you," Laiors replied, still shaken. Could it be that Igadzra superiority had been challenged?
"Commodore!" Laiors turned to see one soldier had overheard. "Will you be fighting the Rarkyl?"
"...wah...what?" Laiors stumbled. "Haar, what is wrong with you?!" Laiors knew the Igadzra soldier, quite well, actually. Haar was the fastest and strongest Igadzra Laiors knew, and most definately the most zealous.
Haar looked to the ground. "I'm sorry, Commodore, I just thought..."
"Haar, the Rarkyl are simply beasts. Do not worry about our honour," Laiors replied.
With those words, for some reason, Haar raised his face, which looked almost angry. "I shall worry about my honour, Commodore, for it is my duty. Not only that, but I shall fight that Rarkyl, and I shall show to you that the Igadzra do still have honour, and they do still care!"
Haar was gone, leaving Laiors standing there.
"Damn kids 'gonna get himself killed," Laiors muttered.
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We are more than shells, we are more than minds. We are the Igadzra.
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Rima reads the report about the 'Rarkyl' and then goes over it again. An interesting race, though a bit too warlike by the report. Then again, some races were forced to be warlike from experiences. She shrugged. It might bbe nice to see the new race. She needed to be away from Mira for a bit anyway.
So much to do. See the new race or stay and help the Federation and the few of her people down there clean up? She sighed. They couldn't do any better or worse without her. She might as well go see the new alien. She sent that she would like to see the alien and then she boarded her own ship from the freighter and set a course to go and see the alien.
Scorcher, Rima, Haar, and the Horoth representative, along with Admiral Johnson and nine other Federate officers walked into the containment lab observation area, separate from the lab by a large pane of glass.
What the heck?! one of the officers exclaimed as he looked into the lab. There was thick, grey smoke which filled the entire lab. Broken glass and equipment covered the floor, most of the lights in the room had been broken and were flashing on and off, Scorcher could see several dead bodies on the floor, presumably the scientists which were studying the Rarkyl.
One of the officers, Lt. Commander Marshall, pressed the intercom button. Dr. Socker?
Suddenly, a body was flug against the window and fell down onto the floor. Marshall recognized the body as Dr. Socker, who was leading the other scientists. At the same time, a massive alien jumped down from the ceiling and onto the floor.
Everyone jumped as the alien jumped and one of the female officers screamed, while two other officers drew their firearms. Marshall held up his hand for them to not fire, while Scorcher stepped forward and looked at the creature. It just stood their, eyeing them, its eyes glowing a devilish red.
The Rarkyl suddenly moved its head a little, and Scorcher and all the others heard an unusual voice. It wasnt a real voice as in a vocal voice, it was more of an unusual thought that just appeared.
Release me.
The voice was evil, and Scorcher assumed that the Rarkyl was speaking to them telepathically. The voice repeated itself.
Release me, now!
The Rarkyl walked forward a few steps forward, growling. It looked like a deamon, an evil creature from a place far far away. It's claws, its skin, his breath, its voice. All of these contributed to the impression of a devilish monster in front of him. Scorcher stepped forward. Despite all his feelings against the Rarkyl, he had to try and make peace with them. At the least, just make a temporary peace with the alien standing in front of him. We know who you are, we know about your fight against the Ediens. We are fighting them as well. If we can negotiate, we can learn to to be friends. Can there be a peace?
Peace? the Rarkyl responded telepathically, moving its head. No peace.
What do you want us to do? Scorcher asked.
Die, the Rarkyl said, slowly. DIE!!!
Scorcher, Haar, and Rima suddenly felt a piercing pain inside their heads, which spread throughout their whole bodies, as a high-tone piercing sound seemed to eminate from inside them. The Rarkyl was using its telepathic and psionic powers as weapons. As Scorcher and Rima collapsed and Haar barely kept standing, the officers rushed over to them. Johnson turned to Marshall. Is that glass blast proof?
No sir, Marshall said, drawing his sidearm. Marshall and two other officers pointed their quantum pistols at the Rarkyl, and fired. The glass shattered, and the Rarkyl was flung backwards by the blast. Marshall ran over to Dr. Socker and the others, checking for pulses. Two doctors and five more heavily armed guards were rushed in to move the Rarkyl, which Scorcher had ordered not to be killed, to another secure location to be healed and studied, but this time under much more heavy guard.
Scorcher looked over the destroyed laboratory. I saw its thoughts, its intentions. These Rarkyl, theyre xenophobic creatures, inhabiting a nebula over twice the size of the Ji Nebula. Theyre conquerers, like the Ediens, they cant make peace. Theyre paranoid, dangerous, and evil. More evil than the Ediens almost. If we ever do destroy the Ediens, well have to worry about the Rarkyl as well.
Grunadulater was angry. "they went through the warpgate????WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM?"Grunadulater bellowed. "they cloaked, we couldnt find the-" "I DON"T CARE!find them before i kill you Fron'dra." "Errrm.Theenemysawem."Fron'dra said in a timid, small voice. "What."Grunadulater was deadly soft. "They, ummm, they were seen.The feds got them.at least thats what the spys said.It really wasn't my fault.....Th-"grunadulater got up and started to leave. 'what if thats a good thing,'he suddenly thought,'that occupies the foes untill....' "Wait." "yes sir......." "find all Rarkyl ships that weve captured and set them to autopilot strait to the main enemy systems.Put many Rarkyl slaves in them.send one back to The beasts main system.only one." "Yessir!" --------- Warpgate=17 posts Dreadnaughts=12 posts
Sisay looked at the barren wasteland that was now Kenra. Some buildings had survived while others were wiped from existence. In that the commander was sorrowed to see, but in time Mira would become glourius once more. He passed many places and work crews until he came upon a high ranking Federation officer. When the Kayan looked up to see Sisay, she grew suspicious of this one and demanded to know who he was.
At attention soldier! Im High Commander Sisay of the Kiran. Name and rank now soldier. The Kayan fairly paled at the mention of Sisays name, for the rank of High Commander was equivlant to High Admiral or President amongst the Kiran ranks, and Sisay was the leader of the Kiran.
The officer stood at attention and saluted, Sir, sorry sir! I am Colonel Jerek, Federation Navy. Request permission ask of your prescense here, sir! Sisay looked at the Kayan up and down before telling him to ease up before straining something.
I am here to see President Carnotaur on top priorty. My mission is only for his ears, Colonel, so dont bother asking. Take me to him now. The Kayan was about to object but the glare in Sisays eyes were dead serious.
This way sir. Although I would think that he would be ang..."
Sisay cut him off before he could speak. "Colonel, your place is not to think but to follow orders. As well you are on my homeworld, where the rank of Admiral is assigned to me. It would be rather wise to be quiet and take me there." The Kayan nodded and remained silent, leading Sisay through the rubble. It was a while before they reached the President and Sisay took the time to look at the damage.
After a bit, they reached President Carnotaur. The colonel stood at attention and said, "Mr. President, sir. Commander Sisay of the Kiran is here to see you, sir."
Arik looked over the report from one of his sensor officers and from one of his security officers. He had been briefed on the new race called Rarkyl, though only their very basic description had been given. With his cuiosty piped up, the Kisani Major left his quarters and walked down the lenght of his ship, taking port holes and transport lifts as quickly as possible. At his hips were twin pulse pistols and a Kiran rod. He had figured out what it had been and decided to gain one from a Kiran warship. It was a by product of an less advanced model some seven thousand years ago.
The major walked down the massive gangway of his ship and into the compound of Kayia's HQ. He passed many officers and was soon directed to the postion of Admiral Scorcher. As he made his way, someone dropped in besides him. Arik looked over to see a Kisani Kiran, one that Arik had become familar with. He was Colonel Jaen, a former member of the warrior caste and current head of the Kiran fleet here on Kayia. He was also a major pain, despite all his knowledge of Kisani history and Kiran history, he was inexperinced as an officer, prone to go off at the slightest mistake. Odd considering his Kisani heritage.
"Colonel, I trust you heard about the new alien race. What intrest would you have in them?" Arik's voice was even edged to reveal nothing of the distrust of the man.
"Simple, Major. If they pose a threat, my forces will have to do everything posible to kill it and send a warning back to its' race. We already have one problem called the Ediens, so we don't need another. Why do you have an intrest in them, Major? Surely the politics of this galaxy are of little meaning to your government." Jaen's voice was full of bigotry and hatred for Arik and apparently for other races as well. This sickened the major but he held his calm.
"Simple Colonel. First off my ships were attacked by what you call Ediens so it makes it my business with them. Second, I am here to see if this new race can be bargained with and if not see how hostile it is. Also a reminder, Colonel; I've fought in many military engagements since I flew a fighter as an ensign. I have learned that it is not always wise to kill a threat and send the corpse back as a warning. The Vron were a fine example there. As for your bigotry, it is uncalled for that an officer and a Kisani noless; it dishonors you in more then one way." Before Jaen could retort, Arik was already walking, having caught sight of Scorcher. Jaen just muttered something and tried to cacth up to the major.
Arik reached Scorcher and called, "Admiral, I've heard from my officers and from rumors that you just found and apprehended someone called a Rarkyl. I've also heard that you've never before encountered the race and was intrested in observing it, perhaps even talk to it."
At that point, Jaen came up to them and immeaditly spoke, having no regard for the Admiral's rank and postion as part of the command chain of the Federation. "Admiral, you have apprehanded a dangerous alien and I have heard that it is hostile. Your men should have killed it immeadiatly or it should be dead by now. Why didn't you despose of the beast when you had the chance. If I had been in your place, I would've shot it personally. At any rate, I demand to see it now!"
(This message has been edited by Captain Whitehawk (edited 09-29-2001).)