Manaan's Open Orbit

*The fleet of An Tiarna Dubh remains on constant guard over Manaan*


Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x8
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1

On the edge of Manaan's orbit a bright flash of light heralded the arrival of a lone Gamma-class shuttle. It wasted no time assessing the situation- that much had been made abundantly clear in the transmission the planet's controlling faction had recently broadcasted- and instead began a measured approach toward the planet's surface. It wasn't long before it was marked by the orbiting fleet and targeted by dozens of bristling turbolaser cannons.

Within the cockpit, Lillith smiled grimly. Her hands flew over the controls, dismissing the warning klaxons announcing the multiple target locks being placed upon the vessel. Keeping her pace steady, she addressed the comm ping sent her way, opening a secure line to the officer in charge of orbital control.

This is Commander Lillith Umaya; I am here to seek an alliance with the eminent An Tiarna Dubh. Requesting permission to approach and coordinates to his location.

It was a bit of a gamble; after all any common assassin could claim whatever story they needed in order to get close to the warlord, but she had a feeling that Dubh was not the sort of man to fear the common assassin, and perhaps the sort that might relish an encounter with the uncommon kind. In any case she held no fear that she would be unceremoniously blown out of the sky. At the very least she would be granted an audience, and by its end the Echani had every confidence the man would welcome her into his fold. Arrogant, perhaps, but she felt it in her bones. For years she had wandered the space lanes, searching for a worthy cause to join. Now, finally, it seemed she might have found one.

At the very least, he had plenty of enemies to serve as cannon fodder for her and her men.

A few moments of tense silence followed, the only sound the crackle of an empty comm line, and then permission was granted.

An indulgent smile bowed the warrior's lips as she angled her craft toward the designated coordinates and increased her speed.

*IF ships were on high alert but were momentarily distracted reading Dearg’s grandiloquent manipulation of the English language. Oh the humanity! Indeed nearly half the IF fleet were overwhelmed from mental exhaustion halfway through reading the bombastic entrance from hyperspace into Manaan orbit. Several men’s brains actually ruptured and they summarily dropped to the deck, blood streaming from sensitive ears forming ghastly pools of blood on the floor bellow, which quite rapidly coagulated. Others required medical attention in order to resuscitate them. Dextroamphetamine and coffee, near thick enough to be classified as a solid were generously administered , with Lemmy singing Orgasmatron screeched at over 120 decibels in the background. Those conscious staggered desperately fighting bravely to remain in that state. And on, and on, and on, and on…. I could go on rambling for hours. Point made. Right? S’all good and back to the whole hell and brimstone don’t get to close to us or you all get destroyed blah blah blah.

Suddenly the Admiral felt the telltale itch and general uncomfortable sensitivity as his nasal passages prepared to ejaculate. Reaching deftly into his left pocket he removed a tissue and immediately applied it to his left and right nostrils, just prior to a sneeze. Mucus whooshed forward and if not for thy double ply would hath broke lose….. The looming bronchial disaster of epic proportions acquitted, said tissue was subsequently removed from the nose, smoothly folded and lastly discarded into a disposal bin. Aforementioned nasal disaster disposed of all went back to the norm of blood fire and storm*