RP: United Outer Colonies Ail Madyrn'm Paer (In Shadow's Depth)

[Soresu]

Beyond the grasp of the Ostarae, Baedaerei, Bai and the allies of the Bai, the Jhysar. They waited, they watched, and they listened to the sounds of the universe. Sounds of people, places, and things all going about their lives, tasks, and daily chores in an ever present loop filled with unpredictability that threatend to turn order to chaos. From Fleet Commanders, to lowly Plebeians and Citizenry. They continued to observe in stark silence, and under cloak of shadow. For they had no reason to sully their purity, their hands with the filth of this universe, the unclean... No, they had their own agents, puppets, and pawns. The even more disgusting Toreleseis, beings wrought of despotism, cruelty, and the ever present lack of soul and black heart.

Agents, and puppets they were. And proving to be capable soldiers, predators and pawns. Already those that watched had subverted the Toreleseis they'd come across, and watched as their numbers grew, trading one life, for many. Amidst the screams of ecstasy, pain and fear, one became many until they were a force to be wary of. Hammers pounded metal into shape, crafting the ships to ferry the plague, the undoing of these races. For, what better way to kill a body then from within? With a part of that body that had already begun to rot, and fester. Hated enemies, and those unworthy to become the lowest of the low, they would be laid unto dust, nothing but forgotten memories, and fragments of a tapestry quickly fading with age most not even worthy in being simple slaves.

Already they had ambushed ships of the Bai, gathering them into the fold, harvesting their crew to fuel, and feed the burning fires of the Toreleseis. This...United Outer Colonies, in its infancy yet, with aggression and misunderstanding pointed at its heart would be the perfect place to first bring the cleansing fires, to scour the void of space clean of any, and all taint that remained. A threat to the plans had been extinguished, a single life snuffed out with naught but the bat of an eye. How simple it was, how quickly done, a warrior of this universe had fallen before its betters and would writhe in everlasting torment as Rsa'kruglaep ferried the fallen warrior's soul to the underworld. A threat had been dispatched, one that caused the Toreleseis unrest still, despite being under their control. And now, now they were free to begin. But still...the Bai held firm, the shock of this fallen soul having not struck at their heart. The resolve of this unpure, and unclean race, a race spawned of the Ostarae warded off a direct attack...for now at least.

They would continue to lay in wait, to watch, and to listen to the sounds of the universe, and the unworthy lives that clung to its bosom. Strikes from under shadow's cloak would suffice, to weaken the unclean, to continue to fuel Toreleseis' appetites. We will wait, until the time is nigh, when their backs are turned to strike, and erase them from this plane of reality, paving the way for future generations of our people. To have rich, lush worlds on which to thrive, after all, what is the life of a Cli'Cha, compared to their betters? Nothing, nor no one, all things come to an end, even Empires, even species, some, quicker then others, all that is needed is a be gloved hand pushing the pieces in position... For now, it is time to play the game.

Si ael sosti thys o eir car eisolaer.

 

[Soresu]

The Sol Aeraesar, Bridge

Flashes from explosions, and battle chatter could be heard from the recesses of the Sol Aeraesar's bridge. The crew sat at their stations, monitoring, assisting, and giving direction. It was however the figure standing at the bridge center that spoke, commanded, and orchestrated the entire show. Hands behind his back, a clean, and recently pressed uniform of black and silver upon his body, complimenting the jet black hair with ears poking through it; silver and emerald flecked eyes and the pale skin tone. At his hip he let a hand slide from his back, stroking his chin lightly.

The surprise attack had gone resoundingly well. The Bai, having been caught off guard. Even now the center of their formation, a Ionoche-Class Light Carrier's hull was pockmarked, atmosphere and fire venting from several sections. The Carrier's Striker Arrays spewed forth Positron Shells in an un-yielding fury at the on-coming hordes of the Toreleseis. The four Ayana-Class Escorts had managed to form a protective barrier about the carrier, adding their own fury to the mass of positron shells being fired from the Carrier; lighting up the dark void of space as the Toreleseis' mechanized infantry began to become nothing more then mere puffs of smoke, minimal debris and light.

It was clear to the man at the center of the bridge the carrier proved a very marginal threat.

"Those Arrays upon the Bai Carrier, they must be targeted and destroyed, Thosi." He quietly spoke and both ordered, pointing to the Carrier upon the main screen. As soon as he spoke, his second in command, a female relayed the order.

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Tenshi no Yoru Squadron Three

"Where in the hell did they all come from?!" One pilot asked their squad leader as ship squadron battle chatter continued to come in a flurry. Already their carrier had sustained damage to several sections, the shields being ripped apart easily by a seemingly unknown assailant.

One minute everything seemed to have been fine, normal day on patrol, the next, anti-matter detonations rocked the carrier, cleaving a large chunk out of one of their escort's wing pylons in the process. And then...hordes, upon hordes of mechanized troops, clearly enemies swarming towards them. The captain of the Carrier barely had time to activate point defense systems to hold them at bay, giving time for the power armor squadrons to deploy.

"Hell if I know, one minute I'm in my quarters, asleep, the next on my floor with the klaxons go---break, break!" Squad Three's leader screamed as pulses of eldritch green light streaked past the Tenshi Squadron, illuminating space behind them. One had time to turn, and glance at what had happened, only to see the Carrier's Striker Arrays...or what was left of them melting to slag. The next, she turned about, only to see twin missile streaks flying at her before exploding, blinding her. The next...sweet, sweet oblivion.


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The Sol Aeraesar, Bridge

"Vaendrael Severce," A silky feminine voice called, he knew it was his XO.

Severce turned slightly, blinked once, a look of only slight puzzlement on his face. "Yes?" He asked her in his calm, even tone. She'd yet to see the man flustered...

"The Carrier's main point defense battery is destroyed, secondaries are being systematically destroyed by the Toreleseis Carrier. However, they managed to deploy a large number of humanoid mecha." She reported, only to see him watch her thoughtfully. Silvery tendrils squirmed across his eyes for a split second before he nodded, looking rather thoughtful.

"Harvest as many as you can, the rest, destroy them. As for the Carrier, send in the Valys Toreleseis to subjugate the ship. Its escorts, the same." The Vaendrael spoke, and returned to watching before stroking his XO's cheek with a feathery soft touch that sent a shiver down her spine. She smiled, and relayed the order.

Upon tapping into the Bai Carrier's on board communications, screams, and sounds of surprise were heard from their ship, sounds of gun fire, wet sloshing and splattering... they'd jammed long range communications, but inter-ship was a different story. The sounds of brutal violence without remorse, without mercy to the pleas that could be heard... Severce simply closed his eyes, and listened, mentally... he recited several scriptures of his patron Esprarthiquayito as the sounds continued to echo upon the bridge.

Several hours had passed, the short lived battle? Over. Little remained in way of wreckage beyond a few scraps of debris, the materials indistinguishable from any of those the other unclean of this universe use on a regular basis... No corpses, no out of the ordinary energy signatures...it had been a clean stroke across the neck of this paultry squadron of ships... I had, for a mere moment expected better from them, I was, of course disappointed. Now the crews, and what pilots we have captured will service us, and continue to fuel the Toreleseis... It is a shame pirates shattered this small squadron, enslaving the crew, and stealing their vessels... or so they will be led to believe...

 

[Andrew]

Savior, why do you not save us? But I do save you, from yourselves and the frustrations of your existence.

Space fluctuated, purple-blue energy rippled along dark clouds of super-heated gas which breached from the hyperspatial rifts that formed to give the massive Myoth-Class Dreadnaught exposure from hyperspace to normal space, the ship did not exit, but yet sat visible through the torn shreds of space looking out like a turtle within its shell.

The Alluria was truly a majestic note of the full abilities of her commander, the Dreadnaught was one of two, the other still being assembled in the Nira system. Soft green light emanated from scrolling tribal-like patterns within the black hull of the nearly squid-like ship.

Corridors were dimly lit with blue light, as was the bridge, a three level complex of layered translucent panes that separated the three levels which all overlooked the massive flag platform which was suspended before the three deck high main volumetric projection array.

In the command chair sat a man, if you could humble your words enough to call him that. The Norian truly a picture of the Espra's masterpiece, beauty sheathed danger, it echoed within the self-centered smirk upon his face as he took a sip from his goblet.

"Real-space contact, the Sol Aeraesar is holding position three thousand meters from rift boundary" the science officer noted quietly.

"Open communications, secure channel, encryption level alpha." Adrin said, taking another sip of his Norian brandy.

The bridge around Adrin faded, as the communication system activated, his volumetric projection appearing on the bridge of Severce's ship. "Surprise surprise my dear brother...My hopes are the Esprarthiquayito have kept your clean of the disgusting filth of the Cli'cha."

 

[Soresu]

The Sol Aeraesar, was, one of the newer Battleships to come out of the shipyards within the Nira system, and served as Severce's flagship, for the time being. Sleek, deadly, and under the command of one of the Norian Admiral's who served during the Dysterian Conflict, and Hive Wars it was a deadly tool of war.

Severce had been handed a report by his Second-In-Command as Adrin's image appeared on his bridge. The Regent, or Vaendrael of Noria's Military might allowed a very brief smile to cross his lips upon hearing his brother's greeting, and subsequent words.

Those upon Severce's bridge went wide-eyed, at seeing Adrin before saluting, and bowing to their ruler.

"Nice to see you out, and about brother. And still making the grand entrances." He swept a hand to his bridge crew who looked fairly nervous as Severce ushered them back to work. He continued to read over the report, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Very much so, brother, the Esprarthiquayito have kept me clean of the filth of the Cli'Cha. In fact, the Cli'Cha have gone on to serve a purpose, of becoming incubators for more of the disgusting ones, the Toreleseis. The ones called the Peacekeepers have been losing ships, and lives to me on a sporadic basis, all the while I make them think it is from pirates which plague them." He paused and spoke a few soft words to his Second, who scooted away, only to return with a crystal clear cup holding a reddish brown tea.

"I've also eliminated a potential threat to us, one of which caused the Toreleseis unrest, despite our control being exerted upon them. Gathering reports from the Peacekeeper Nation, and that of the Ostarae, it proved to be a good move. I do not need a thorn in my side that could become a sword at my throat." He sipped the fragrant tea after blowing on it carefully. "Earning the ire of the Ostarae, Friends amongst the higher ups of the other Cli'Cha nations, and wiping out a portion of the leadership caste of the Toreleseis. You know me brother, and how I tend to go about my dealings regarding threats."

Severce smiled before speaking. "I did, however, leave someone solely for your amusement. She is alive and well from last I have heard. Hense, why, as a good brother and friend, I leave them in your expert care."

 

[Andrew]

Adrin smirked at his brother's words. "I guess we will have to see about that." uttering something in Norian a volumetric image of local starmaps appears to his left. "Well brother I will leave you to your fun with these 'peacekeepers' and I will go see about stirring up Ostarae."

Adrin examined the Star Map closely, zooming in on the Yamataian sensor networks south of Veronica. He nodded his head a little and issued to his helm. The hyperspacial fissures closed as the massive dreadnaught headed towards its new destination.

 

[Soresu]

As the Hyperspacial fissures enclosed The Alluria in their embrace, and the mighty Myoth-Class Dreadnought began its journey. The smirk from which he had upon his lips earlier, speaking to the one he called brother would fall away. For while the bridge crew of the Alluria continued to go about their business, and Adrin his schemes, time almost seemed to stop, or rather, slow to an almost achingly slow crawl, voices echoing off into the distance, their speech slurred and thick as honey to his keen perceptions of the world about him.

The Norian Leader a man in which surprise was a concept far and few between, would feel its jolting embrace as a voice, dualy distorted tickled his mind with its caress, seemingly to echo throughout the bridge.

"Son of the House of Eitan, Leader of your People, Folly of your bloodline and shame of your race. I am watching, and listening to the winds in which carry the whisper of your twisted words. Know this, Bearer of the Blood of the Innocents Upon Your Hands, of Shame, of Cowardice, Cruelty, and Avarice. For the Hunter will soon become the Hunted. For not even the boundaries between universes will stop me in my hunt for the wretched thing you call a soul."

The question that would likely come to the Norian Venquia's mind would be 'How?' For who could pierce the mantle of protection in which Rsa'kruglaep herself bestowed upon his person? The answer would come in the form of a bedecked individual wearing a heavy long coat of silver, trimmed in scrolling black standing on the second tier of the bridge, just within his view and beside a crewmember who seemed to be walking in slow motion. The face was obscured by the cowl in which was connected to the coat, despite the lighting of the bridge, which only seemed to cling to the individual, the light twinged to a more, eldritch blue. The cowled head looked up, a face, barely seen from behind the shadows looked into the crystalline eyes of Adrin Eitan with eyes of pale jade in which seemed fathomless, pools of patience, of wisdom and time eternal. The next, gone from view as if into nothing as the crewmember walked past, his perceptions returned to normal.

Was it a day dream? A flight of fancy coming to his mind in anticipation of the coming events? Nay, the memories were fresh in his mind, the face, discernible, one in which he knew, his take on the individual was his own, for it seemed, only he had seen this being. For in truth, for all that had transpired from within his own mind as time continued forward at a normal pace, perceptions twisted seemingly on a whim, or fit of pique' to a near standstill. But the question remained, how could one pierce the protection of the Esprarthiquayito? The conclusions drawn would be many, or few, depending on how he pondered the issue, one of which, was, one he may truly detest and think unimaginable.