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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Mar 25, 2019 9:10:17 GMT -8
Standing on the bridge of the Infinitium, Vice Admiral Hargrave of the Alliance Fifth Fleet, watched in horror, as the destruction of the Galactic Alliance unfolded around him. Maintaining a tight formation with overlapping fields of fire and overlapping shield envelops had allowed the Fifth Fleet to hold out this long. But all across the board, shields were being depleted and starfighters were being knocked out of service or being destroyed outright. The scene on the bridge of the MC140 Sycthe-Class Main Battle Cruiser was of utter chaos. Officers ran to and fro, trying desperately to coax a little more out of the ship's already overtaxed systems. Standing next to the holo-table, Hargrave grimaced as he viewed the faltering formations of the other Alliance fleets. They had expected an Imperial attack, but of this magnitude? Blindsided by the Imperials and tremendously overpowered, the Alliance was hemorrhaging ships, pilots and people faster than they could destroy any of the Imperials. Any longer here and they would be lost. As Commodore Hu's message played through, Hargrave identified the vessel in question.
"Launch the One-Oh-One. It seems that holding them back in reserve has paid off. Have them converge on that ship...-"
An officer piped up from his station.
"Sir! Three Resurgent-Class Battle Cruisers bearing down on us. Oh-Oh-Two carom Seven-Niner-Three. It appears they are on an intercept course."
Frowning, swiping the holo-map to the spoken coordinates, Hargrave scowled. He recognized the lead ship as the Resurgent he had encountered over Adumar. High Admiral Petrovsky's ship. Regaining his composure, or what was left of it, given the situation, Hargrave barked orders.
"Time to intercept?"
"ETA, two minutes."
"Stand by to engage. Let's give this bastard something to think about, shall we?"
Several cheers erupted from the crew around him, despite the chaos. Many on this ship in particular, were itching for a bit of payback against the enemy Resurgent. Provided they lived long enough to engage Petrovsky, Hargrave planned on giving the First Order High Admiral a good show.
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 25, 2019 11:16:41 GMT -8
Lynne stumbled back onto the bridge of Endless Salvation as yet another explosion rocked the ship. It was pretty clear what had happened from the view port. The last ship covering the medical frigate had just exploded a little to close to the ship. Thank the maker for the increased shields and armor that was installed. But that wouldn't save the ship from ultimate destruction under sustained fire from the First Order fleet.
The captain was covered in the blood of patients that had just been brought onto the ship. But she had heard Commador Hu's transmission. No doubt meant to be only to his battle group, but that was not important. It simply confirmed what Lynne had suspected. The Galactic Alliance was through. Another explosion rocked the ship as a turbolaser seemed to find its range on them.
"Helmsmen! Find me a way out of here! Get our fighters back aboard and have medical staff, secure our patients for hyperspace, STAT."
Lynne made her way over to the holo-projector after barking out her orders. Looking at the layout of the battlefield, she noticed the Fifth Fleet moving to engage the closest cluster of Star Destroyers. And Hu's forces were about to move against an Intredictor. That was the ticket out of this slaughter. As much as she didn't want to flee the battle when there were still countless escape-pods that needed to be collected, she had many injured already on bored, and couldn't risk them for some ill-conceived duty.
"Follow Commador Hu's battle group and secure as many pods as possible on the way, but we must get out of here while we have the cover of the battle groups."
=Helmsman=
"Aye, course laid in. Hold on tight!"
With that the Endless Salvation pressed foreword. But not before securing two more GA escape pods.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Apr 10, 2019 0:12:08 GMT -8
As Kasalle was watching the scenery unfold, Captain Thax already informed her about the newest major movements.
"Their main fleet attempts to break through Grand Admiral Petrovsky's flank", she informs her strict away,"Maybe if we get there in time-"
Her suggestion was interrupted by the sight of an approaching MonCalamari cruiser, who opened fire on the seemingly weaker Holocron - yet with the fire support of Grand Admiral Needa's fleet it would be a pointless escapade. Jenia already knew that the Alliance threw their best ships into the meat grinder in order to sacrifice them for the smaller ships to escape. The gravity well was large and the MonCalamari were known for designing large, defensive ships - in the end it didn't matter, as destroying their capital ships was in Jenia's eyes more preferable than chasing after countless space ships, which hardly meant anything for the big picture.
Only seconds passed, as she thought over Thax' suggestion, while her crew handled the attack with a counterattack.
For sure, it was probably delightful to just act straight away in order to give the enemy a surprise, as Needa's flank had hardly any troubles with keeping the enemy in check... and yet, she wouldn't dare to attempt a reckless move. From her talk with the Admiral, she knew, that he wouldn't appreciate an unauthorized change of strategy just in order to hunt some glory on her own for impressing Petrovsky. Therefore the answer was obvious.
"Grand Admiral Petrovsky and the Emperor will deal with it, while we stick to the plan", she merely stated cold, while the MonCal cruiser to their side already showed several hull breaches as it tried to shield its ally ships, "If we know about this movement, Grand Admiral Needa will already know as well - contact the flagship about the enemy movements, but do nothing more."
"Understood!"
"And focus fire on those incoming frigates, which the MonCal shielded", she added, "2'o clock, 2 vessels. Send
one bomber wing over there, our reserves can handle the cruiser. "
"Of course!"
Eventually the turbo laser cannons focused fire upon the approaching rebell frigates, as they had probably hoped that the MonCalamari cruiser was distraction enough for the Imperial II's captain in order for them to sneak up. One of the ships already had to turn away, when it realized that its sister ship was going to perish within the combined focus fire of the Imperial II and the Pellaeon Star destroyer in range. The flank under Needa's command was still harassed by the Galactic Alliance's naval forces in hopes that they could somehow break through - yet it held, as the Imperial Navy could keep up the arrowhead on this side for the moment.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Apr 10, 2019 20:35:39 GMT -8
Standing on the bridge of the Infinitium, Vice Admiral Hargrave of the Alliance Fifth Fleet, watched in horror, as the destruction of the Galactic Alliance unfolded around him. Maintaining a tight formation with overlapping fields of fire and overlapping shield envelops had allowed the Fifth Fleet to hold out this long. But all across the board, shields were being depleted and starfighters were being knocked out of service or being destroyed outright. The scene on the bridge of the MC140 Sycthe-Class Main Battle Cruiser was of utter chaos. Officers ran to and fro, trying desperately to coax a little more out of the ship's already overtaxed systems. Standing next to the holo-table, Hargrave grimaced as he viewed the faltering formations of the other Alliance fleets. They had expected an Imperial attack, but of this magnitude? Blindsided by the Imperials and tremendously overpowered, the Alliance was hemorrhaging ships, pilots and people faster than they could destroy any of the Imperials. Any longer here and they would be lost. As Commodore Hu's message played through, Hargrave identified the vessel in question."Launch the One-Oh-One. It seems that holding them back in reserve has paid off. Have them converge on that ship...-"An officer piped up from his station."Sir! Three Resurgent-Class Battle Cruisers bearing down on us. Oh-Oh-Two carom Seven-Niner-Three. It appears they are on an intercept course."Frowning, swiping the holo-map to the spoken coordinates, Hargrave scowled. He recognized the lead ship as the Resurgent he had encountered over Adumar. High Admiral Petrovsky's ship. Regaining his composure, or what was left of it, given the situation, Hargrave barked orders."Time to intercept?""ETA, two minutes.""Stand by to engage. Let's give this bastard something to think about, shall we?"Several cheers erupted from the crew around him, despite the chaos. Many on this ship in particular, were itching for a bit of payback against the enemy Resurgent. Provided they lived long enough to engage Petrovsky, Hargrave planned on giving the First Order High Admiral a good show. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2019 23:22:36 GMT -8
Ishild pauses in her restless pacing around the holoprojected tactical display on the bridge of her flagship, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, the Ursel, when she observes that a trio of Alliance vessels, a Nebula-class Star Destroyer flanked by a pair of Bothan Assault Cruisers, have begun to maneuver towards the Interdictor-class cruiser she had ordered to activate its gravity well projectors. Watching the response of the Interdictor and the pair of Turbulent-class Star Destroyers that flank it to the looming Alliance attack to gauge whether or not she will need to issue any orders, Ishild sees no immediate need to do so, and instead contacts the captain of the Imperious-class Star Destroyer under her command to instruct him to begin maneuvering into a position above the Interdictor so that it can provide additional support in battle with the trio of Alliance ships or any others that join the fray.
The captain of the Interdictor-class cruiser, as the Nebula and Bothans begin closing the distance between them, orders his point-defense light laser battery gunners prepare to engage the E-wings that are fast approaching his vessel, and has the gunners manning the forward turbolaser batteries begin laying down a withering hail of fire to greet the E-wings as they approach, and then has his starfighter compliment begin launching, with one squadron acting as defense for his ship while the others begin an attack run on the enemy Nebula.
The captain of the Turbulent positioned to the starboard and slightly aft of the Interdictor, after instructing his starfighter squadrons to begin launching to make an attack run on the enemy Bothan to the port of the Nebula it accompanies, orders his forward gunners to begin firing at the enemy trio of ships, focusing their fire primarily on the Nebula that appears to be leading the attack. The captain of the Turbulent to the port and slightly aft of the Interdictor, acting in concert with her counterpart on the second Turbulent, also has her starfighters launch to engage the enemy vessels closing on the Interdictor, while her gunners open fire on the ships so that the trio of approaching enemy ships are caught in fields of fire coming at them from the front as well as from both sides.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 22, 2019 20:13:47 GMT -8
As the opposing fleets met in battle, The loading ramp of the transport raised up and sealed itself shut. Harnan reached up and grabbed hold of the overhead bar as the craft lifted up and its thrusters flared to life. Launching the craft out of the hangar bay of the Assertor-class Star Dreadnought and through the void toward the Golan III Space Defense NovaGun.
It was a scene of chaos as capital ships fired volley's at one another, while starfighters were locked in dogfights. But in the midst of it all, the shuttle slipped through almost entirely undetected. Harnan let go of the handhold and fastened his shield to his forearm. He nodded toward Captain Blaze to get ready as he ignited his saberstaff blade.
Not even a few moments later, there was the sound of metal on metal as the shuttle dove into the surface of the hangar bay. The craft skidded across the ground for several meters before finally coming to a stop. The ramp dropping down in a blast of gas, allowing Harnan to rush free of the vehicle and start cutting down the closest Galactic Alliance soldiers
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Post by Captain Blaze on Apr 29, 2019 13:23:06 GMT -8
Leaping out of the transport, Vermeil knocked a soldier to the floor before crushing his skull with the butt of his blaster rifle. Leveling the weapon against the left side of the room, he let loose a volley of blaster fire, the red bolts cutting through the thin armor of the Galactic Alliance men. Smirking under his helmet, he drew a sonic grenade and hurled it at the remaining soldiers on his side of the hangar. Panicking, the inexperienced men scattered from the black frustum on the floor... straight into the path of his blaster. The light blue wave of energy collapsed in on the grenade momentarily, rendering the hangar silent for a few precious milliseconds, before exploding out over the floor, dismembering the corpses of the soldiers on the floor and sending their bodies flying into the thin blue force field that served as the hangar's small barrier against the void outside. As Vermeil dispatched the few remaining soldiers with his dual vibro-abirs, he turned to the right side of the hangar to see Harnan impale the final soldier on his saberstaff and looking at him through the thin eye slit of his helmet, before slicing him in half and nonchalantly casting his remains onto the floor. As the hangar sealed up, alarms blared, and the lights in the hangar shut off. Activating the lights built in the viewports of his helmet, he slung his blade across his back and walked up to Harnan.
"Sir. Doors are sealed, though it looks like they are flimsy enough that any blade could cut through them. Furthermore, there are probably some soldiers on the other side of the door who will be crushed when it opens. You want to do the honors?"
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Post by Harnan Ren on May 19, 2019 8:00:52 GMT -8
Harnan's HUD switched over to a low light mode as the Hangar Bay went into lock down. The remnants of the Galactic Alliance would fall today, and this was only the start. He sheathed his saber staff across his back and unclipped his gladius saber as Vermeil came over and gave a report of the situation
These fools... When will they learn...
He made his way toward the closest door then. The red blade snapping to life before Harnan plunged it into the durasteel plating of the door. He tore the blade through the metal in a massive oval shape to allow for an easier egress. He pulled the blade free of the metal then, and focused a wave of Force energy into the now free standing chunk of metal, the entire piece went flying down the corridor beyond. With the distraction created, Harnan stepped through the hole and started slicing through the Alliance soldiers closest to him.
His shield and armour absorbed most of the incoming blaster fire, but he sent the occasional bolt flying back toward its owner with his Saber. He did not let up as he pushed deeper and deeper into the NovaGun platform, inciting chaos and fear with nothing but his lightsaber
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Post by Captain Blaze on May 19, 2019 9:31:35 GMT -8
Switching on the infrared scope attached to his blaster, he fired single blaster shots into the hallway, picking off enemies at long range before they had a chance to fire at Harnan. Even though his commander was moving forward down the long corridor, for now, Vermeil stayed back in a sniper position, as he did not want to get inadvertently caught in Harnan's path and end up sliced to bits. As the gyrating red blades disappeared down the hallway, Vermiel threw a grapple line into a nearby corridor above the one Harnan was in, kicking in the window as he rappelled into the maintenance catwalk. Running through the deserted area, he broke into a large chamber on a balcony overlooking the main floor, just as Harnan burst into the room, filled with soldiers. Switching to full auto, he began raining fire and grenades into the cluster of soldiers, making sure to attack the far end of the room, in order to leave the soldiers near to the entrance to Harnan.
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Post by Harnan Ren on May 19, 2019 10:55:04 GMT -8
Things had progressed well so far. Vermeil had adapted to his role well and was staying well out of the way while delivering covering fire. Perhaps the Stromtrooper Captain might actually survive longer than his predecessors. Harnan slashed his way across the chamber, as he rushed toward the bridge, his lightsaber cutting a hole through another blaster door as the crew sought to slow his approach. But no matter how hard they tried, there was little they could do to stop the Knight of Ren. Many had referred to Harnan as a walking talk, and for good reason.
As the door to the bridge buckled, an Alliance Soldier grabbed a data stick and rushed off the bridge in the opposite direction. Harnan strode onto the bridge of the defence station, catching the agent as he ran away out of the corner of his vision. The Alliance truly were fools to believe they might be able to out run him. He waited for Vermeil to begin providing covering fire as he crossed the open area. Swinging his shield into soldiers to knock them out of the way, while cutting through Soldiers and various control stations with his Lightsaber. Crippling the station from the inside
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Post by Captain Blaze on May 19, 2019 11:20:44 GMT -8
Vermeil broke down the other entrance to the bridge, pistol drawn and dispatched a few survivors in his corner of the room. Holstering the weapon, he turned to face Harnan.
"Sir, it appears they left the weapon operational. That datastick likely has the activation code to the gun..."
Hopping down from his catwalk, Vermeil analyzed the control panel laid out before him. The flashing instruments and open data receptacle seemed to confirm his suspicion that the weapon was still operational and waiting for an activation code. Ducking under the device, he pulled out the transponder code and inserted a First Order device in its place, marking the gun platform as a friendly asset on any ships in the area. Turning to Harnan, he took off his helmet with a smirk on his face.
"We've got ourselves a NovaGun."
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Post by Harnan Ren on May 19, 2019 12:36:16 GMT -8
Harnan came to a stop as Vermeil made his way off the catwalks, proclaiming that they had a NovaGun station. He remained as stone cold as he was before, his blade extinguishing for a moment as he stared long and hard at the man
That datastick has something far more valuable on it than simple activation codes and is the reason we're here... If you want those codes, you'll probably find them on one of the bodies laying around here...
He turned around then and headed off into the hallway through which the agent had disappeared. A blast rocked the NovaGun then, knocking out power to several sections. Harnan's HUD adapted as the lighting changed, allowing him to see his way into a darkened corridor where several Alliance soldiers were trying to get through a door that was almost closed over. His blade ignited then, casting an ominous red glow as he strode forward, striking at the resistance. His focus upon the agent trying to force his way through the crack.
His mission was almost complete as he finally arrived, his blade penetrating the man's chest just as someone on the other side grabbed the datachip and rushed into an escape craft. Harnan slashed the blade to the side then, before arcing it around to make a new hole in the now door. He stepped through just as the craft hastily launched, moving just out of reach in time to make an escape
Next time...
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 22, 2019 14:06:28 GMT -8
Real space returned to the gaze of Darth Malvus as his personal vessel exited hyperspace over the planet of Mon Calamari. Even in the sea of chaos and warfare, the Sith Lord had detected a strange occurrence on the planet within the far reaches of the Outer Rim. His eyes check the stealth devices on the X-70B Phantom-Class Prototype, a newly acquired acquisition that proved to be useful in his travels. The Jen'ari sees that all systems were nominal and nothing out of the ordinary... that was except his radar detecting the still lurking hulks of Imperial and Galactic Alliance warships that drifted over the watery world. The fires within them had died off, leaving blackened metal and twisted remains, a graveyard left by the First Order's war machine.
Slowly, his gaze turns to the homeworld of the Mon Calamari and the Quarrens. How strange that a such a blue world was tainted. It did not seem different from this place in orbit, but the dark side was starting to fester and grow on the world. Malvus had detected these strange echoes within the Force not long after word came of the Galactic Alliance's demise by the invading Imperials. Something, or rather someone, was taking advantage of the lawlessness left by the defunct democratic predecessor... utilizing the chaotic and unbalanced nature of the galaxy to thrive and build. Nothing could escape his eyes nor force sensitivity. Curiosity brought him here and now the Sith wondered what lurked below.
With the stealth system still active, the starship dives towards the planet. Its course directed by the Sith Lord that wanted to see what lurked beneath its waters.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 11, 2019 5:41:29 GMT -8
 Due to the combined efforts of the Mon Calamari Shipyards and Pammant Dockyards, the Triarchy manages to build up a worthy homefleet within Dac's orbit. Lead by the Zatarus, a Providence-class cruiser under the command of C'Thyl's chosen commander Elre Zhir, the first two MC90s protect the orbit of Dac as other ships are in production. With a majority of the crew consisting mostly of scum, brought from the deep sea colonies of Mon Calamari and cultists under the command of the sorceror, the Triarchy's power over the homefleet gets even more diminished as the gouvernment acted solely as a pawn to its advisor.
With most defenses secured, Mon Calamari's Shipyards are fully functional again, even though larger ships are under construction to satisfy the Dominion's hunger for expansion in the future... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2019 13:27:42 GMT -8
Ripping itself out from the realm of hyperspace in a quick and violent manner, the Chaotic Revelation made its approach towards the watery world on Mon Calamari. Not once did the ship slow, the order granted to the small crew to make their way towards the planet post haste. From his seat of command, Kelam sat, leaning slightly to his right, his right hand up to brought his head as his gaze settled upon the orb before him.
It had been a few years since his team and others had taken down the slavering that covered the galaxy. What should have brought him satisfaction for taking a great leap forward in his mission to purge the evil of the galaxy only darkened his mind. From that point, he began to feel that perhaps he had been too hopeful in that with evil gone, good would flourish. In the end, it seemed as if none could truly escape the darkness within their hearts and in order to allow the light to fully envelop the galaxy, all had to be extinguished. All life, meaning none could be spared.
The moment he had made his choice on the matter, he had to twist the minds of the four within his crew further so as to not meet resistance in his plans. But as he became more certain of the decision, visions began to run throughout his mind. He saw the world of Mon Calamari, the distorted image of a Quarren, and all descending into darkness. At first, he ignored them, but doing so only made the visions come on harder. Then he began to believe that it was where he needed to start in his purge, so he began making plans with his crew to remove this being. But as the visions played, more seemed to open up to him and before long, he realized this was indeed where his purges needed to start, but in joining this being, not destroying him. At least not yet.
As they grew closer, Kelam nudged the mind of the pilot, prompting him to open a channel to the few ships that hung in orbit.
This is the Chaotic Revelation. My Lord Kelam has come seeking the one of the dark.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Oct 14, 2019 2:39:28 GMT -8
At first the Chaotic Revelation recieved no response at all, as the orbital fleet in front of them didn't react at all, a Providence-Class destroyer, accompanied by two MC90s, followed by few frigates. They patrolled around an area, where the skeleton of a much larger ship could be spotted, exceeding regular Star Destroyer size.
Yet that changed all of a sudden, when somewhat synchronized all ships within that fleet began to take a slight turn in order to approach the incoming vessel. The eerie silence continiued for some time until the Chaotic Revelation would recieve a transmission, coming from a female voice.
::My name is Commander Elre Zhir, naval representative and devoted follower of the Great One, whom you wish to speak::, the person answered, the authority in her voice being obvious, ::Lower your shields and land aboard the Zatarus - an escort will lead Lord Kelam to his desired destination upon the all-seeing tower.::
As the rest of the fleet halted, the Providence-class ship with its remarkable tower structure was now in front of the Chaotic Revelation. With it's large hangar bays opened, storing a multitude of Quarrenese starfighters it nearly gave the impression of a shark's maw, solely waiting to devour its prey. Yet Kelam would have to trust on the words of the sorceress, if he wished to speak with the mysterious C'Thyl, the rumored prophet of MonCalamari.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 5:44:37 GMT -8
As the occupants aboard the ship waited in silence, watching the group of ships just carry on as if nothing bothered them, Kelam's eyes squinted at the passing minutes. It seemed as if more time than should be expected was passing and the dark master hated to be kept waiting in such a manner. His presence began to radiate from him, slowly pressing outward from the ship and towards the fleet. The four seemed to cower a bit as they seemed to shrink, not wishing to be on the receiving end of his wrath. In most cases, they all worked well together with Kelam and he showed them no ill will. But they had witnessed those rare moments when his anger was let loose upon another and it was a terrifying sight.
Before his growing aura could get close enough, his head raised as he noticed the change in direction from the ships. An odd approach to be sure that this would be the first step of their acknowledgment. If they wished to shoot them down, it would have been nothing for any of the ships to do so from the former position as was the case for contacting them. So what message were they trying to convey in such an act? Irritation began to give way to curiosity as a voice came over the comms. Giving a sigh of relief, Voron nodded to Rika to begin lowering the shields as he made his reply.
Understood. Lowering shields and beginning our approach now. When he received word from his co-pilot that the shields were completely down, he pressed the VT-49 forward towards the open hangar bays. As they entered in their slow pace, Bellek and Rodirc moved from their places at the turret controls to get a better look at the ships before them. Not once had they seen craft of the Mon Calamari, at least none regarding fighters and the sort. It was interesting, to say the least.
As Voron landed the ship and began powering the systems, Kelam stood his feet, his mind reaching out to all four of them. <<Leave the ship active and remain at your stations. Should anything go astray in this meeting, you are to evacuate without question and return to the rendezvous point. I will meet up with you there when I can.>> Looking all four of the over one good time, he departed the bridge and made his way down a level to the boarding ramp, descending and awaited this escort he that was meant to take him to his master. Despite his visions, there was always the chance they were wrong or that something he didn't see could bring about an undesirable outcome. This was the reason for his orders and why his lightsaber remained fixed to his side.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Oct 25, 2019 16:44:25 GMT -8
As Kelam was lead by a few soldiers, Mon Calamari and Quarren well armoured, though no match for him if it would come to a fight, they eventually arrived after some time at a turbolift, leading up towards the sensor tower of the Providence-class. There the guardsmen waited their time until they arrived at the top of the tower, allowing the human to leave as they seemingly had no further orders to follow into the solar.
There, the Prophet himself was already awaiting his guest, meditating within the middle of the bizarre room. Other than the Sorcerer Lord himself there seemed to be noone in this room, safe for two octopus-like droid drones within the dark corners of the room. Yet it took some time before C'Thyl seemed to snap out of his otherworldly trance as he looked up.
"I sense... destruction", he then said, "A worthy successor, should the Great Plan fail, to hold together the Dominion for its purpose to consume everything within the galaxy. The Old Ones told me that one would come some day with the potential to cleanse the galaxy."
He made a brief pause, eventually standing up. Though C'Thyl looked weak and was seemingly unarmed, safe for his tentacle-ornamented ritual dagger, Kelam could feel the dark essence which was emitting from the Prophet like a bright flame. An individuum not to underestimate.
"Yet the future is always changing... fate shows me that your loyality isn't assured. You don't hear the voices like we do... the seed of betrayal can still be sensed within you... treachery is what hinders the Sith and Jedi from utilizing their true potential... yet you are not like them.
You are... better... enhanced. You follow the true path even without knowing.
Interesting..."
Eyeing Kelam closely he could feel that the Prophet eyed him more like a scientist would eye something he studied. If he considered him a threat, he didn't seem to show it, as they were both in close distance towards eachother. The chances for close combat would be in favor of the Prophet's guest - yet, given that the place was less guarded than one would expect from an advanced Sith Sorcerer, it might be just false safety. After all it was still C'Thyl's flagship.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2019 7:38:59 GMT -8
They seemed to be waiting for him as he disembarked his vessel, though his focused gaze was the only response they received from the imposing man. He allowed himself to reach out to sense their feelings and while they might have been a bit edgy in his presence, fear wasn't something they possessed. In one aspect, he and others would claim they didn't know any better. Yet, the other option was that if they didn't fear his presence in any regard, what was the being they served like? A thought that intrigued him greatly. It made him all the more eager to see what would become of this meeting and to unveil the truth of his recent visions.
As the reached the peak of the tower, Kelam took a step forward, before stopping, looking back at the men who stayed put. Just another fact to pique his interest in this Prophet. Was it based on fear? Or was it simply that there was no need to protect their master in this place. He merely smirked at them before progressing forward once more. Within the room, he could feel the radiating presence of the one he was here to meet as he took note of his meditating form within the center. Saying nothing, Kelam merely waited to be addressed while taking in the features of the room. He wasn't one who liked to be kept waiting, but not only did he value the moments to truly gauge the one before you through the Force, it was time spent establishing some sense of an advantage should things go awry.
Then came the words. Already this being was able to discern his purpose in this galaxy. And though it didn't seem to be the true goal behind the Dominion, erasing the galaxy was still within its system of beliefs. As C'Thyl eyed Kelam, so too did the the Quarren. Silence was held in the air for some time as they each worked to measure the other. Finally, there came a deep breath, one that signified a sense of satisfaction. <<What I seek is the extinction of all life within this galaxy so that new life can grow and prosper, life not distorted by the flaws of the current. It was upon my realization of this reality that I saw visions of another, visions of you and this empire of yours. I, myself, am uncertain of of the truth behind them. Am I meant to join you, as walking within the Dominion will help me achieve my goals? Or perhaps you are what stands in front of me, the wall blocking me from my destiny? Time has yet to determine that verdict, yet as it stands, the former seems to be the course set for us.>>
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Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 7, 2019 6:20:09 GMT -8
Silence befell the room once more for the moment.
"You are standing at a Crossroad", the Prophet merely answered dry, "You could slay me here, end the Dominion, shatter the dream for the moment until the Great Ones choose someone else to wield their power, to show someone else the way of the Dark. But in doing so you will benefit others, those that you hunt, those that stand in your way. Sith, Jedi... they will always stand in your way, as there will always come new ones. An endless cycle of hatred, a quest without hope of getting fullfilled.
In the end it will break you and nothing was achieved at all."
Those words hang dire over the entire room like a cloud of doubts.
"Or you could follow my call, submit to US and plant the seed of the galaxy's downfall while it still gets watered", the Prophet suggested, "The visions I recieved are everchanging but the end goal lies clear before me: An endless void with all life within the galaxy consumed by THEM.
THEY will form it anew, THEY are the path.
And we forge the keys to open it, a door with a thousand locks within an endless abyss."
The Prophet opened up his arms, as if he was offering himself up as a sacrifice.
"You have a purpose, Kelam.
Yet the choice is by yours, unlike others who just follow the will of toads and puppets.
You can dismiss that purpose and fullfill what you deem necessary for the galaxy,
alone
or you can do so
with an army."
And as C'Thyl said the last words, suddenly one of the seemingly non-intact ships within the wharfts, resembling a gigantic Recusant-class cruiser, though being the size of a Dreadnaught, suddenly lighted up, it's engines and electricity functioning. The colossal ship moved slowly towards the location of the Zatarus, dwarfing the flagship with ease. As it passed by, the Recusant-Dreadnaught revealed several flak cannons to its sides beneath the hull, wheras the sheer ammount of laser cannons across the hull pretty much showed that this vessel was created for one purpose: Destruction.
A look back to the wharfts revealed that it wasn't the only one in production.
"A new tide will sweep across the universe, as our fleet slowly assembles.
Ask for it and you will be in command of it. We will secure the surrounding systems and claim everything in our path up to Tund.
Hunt it.
Convert it.
Consume it."
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