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- RP Date
- YE 46.8
- RP Location
- Akina System
Outer Akina System, Yamatai Star Empire
A cascade of bright, consecutive flashes rippled through the void as residual plasma danced across the edges of their shielding, heralding the fleet’s emergence from transuniversal breach. Unlike the fractured arrivals of U.N.N vessels, the Free Commonwealth’s fleet exited the tear in space with seamless precision. The six Kicacysa-Class Cruisers, their sleek hulls adorned with intricate white niranium plating, formed two flawless parallel lines of three. Hot pink aether-plasma blazed from their sublight drives, streaking the darkness with a vivid glow as they came to rest just shy of the system's boundary. Blackened scorch marks marred the cruisers’ armor ~ telltale scars of recent battles. Despite the damage, the proud symbol of the Free Commonwealth of Vespa shone defiantly on their hulls. Once the ships were stationary, the lead cruiser transmitted a transuniversal signal, a call across space and dimension.
Moments later, a bluish horizontal rift tore through the void, as though a horizon had split the fabric of reality. A second surge of searing plasma erupted from the newly arrived FCS A’aenalin, its massive form dominating the center of the formation. The Inyanthaes-Class Battleship bore a familial resemblance to the cruisers, but its size and design radiated authority. Its hull displayed the triple-ring sigil of Aerum Eitan’s house alongside the Commonwealth insignia, identifying it as the fleet’s flagship. Beneath the shadow of the battleship, a ragtag convoy of approximately three hundred civilian ships trailed like a protective flock, their mismatched designs and varying states of repair revealing the desperation of those who had fled with them.
On the A’aenalin’s bridge, Crown Prince Esari stood at the illuminated table, his features carved with quiet determination. A map of the system flickered to life above him as LUMEN scanned and relayed its findings. "Hold position and let the civilian ships advance further into the system," he commanded, his voice steady yet firm. His gaze flicked between the map and the comms officer. "Let’s see who answers the call."
The officer nodded and activated the transmission. "City of Asarthortar, this is Prince Esari of the Free Commonwealth," the Prince announced. "We are escorting several hundred civilian vessels that cannot be accommodated in Vespa Lakara or Lorenz. We’ve heard you’re taking refugees. We request permission to proceed."
As the transmission crackled into the void, Esari's attention returned to LUMEN’s projection and the mindhive’s steady dictation of information about the Tsenlan State of the Yamatai Star Empire. He studied the planet below ~ a world shrouded in cool temperatures and thick cloud cover, almost idyllic compared to the chaos of the Free Commonwealth's fragmented territories. His mind, however, lingered on the risks: the balance between diplomacy and the tension of bringing warships into a foreign system unbidden.
The convoy of civilian vessels halted midway between the Commonwealth battlegroup and the planet. Esari had made it clear caution above all else. The last thing he wanted was to cause alarm or provoke unintended conflict. Rin’s words echoed in his mind from their last conversation before she and Artemesia had departed for the Yirune arm to rally more rebels. She had reassured him of Akina’s potential ~ a sanctuary where their overflow of displaced civilians could find respite. Yet, the situation across the Imperium had grown ever murkier. U.N.N commanders defected with their ships, resistance pockets flared in unexpected places, and Vaelaris' iron grip tightened as whispers of his transgressions spread like wildfire. Friend and foe alike had become increasingly difficult to discern.
Esari leaned into the command table, the weight of his role pressing against him like the gravity of the void outside. This place could be their haven, he thought, though his instincts urged vigilance. For now, the fleet would wait ~ an envoy of hope and desperation ~ while the answer to their call lingered in the silence of the stars. It was almost sad to him that there was no reprieve for him or his crew, within a day they would be back on the front lines with this oasis behind them.
A cascade of bright, consecutive flashes rippled through the void as residual plasma danced across the edges of their shielding, heralding the fleet’s emergence from transuniversal breach. Unlike the fractured arrivals of U.N.N vessels, the Free Commonwealth’s fleet exited the tear in space with seamless precision. The six Kicacysa-Class Cruisers, their sleek hulls adorned with intricate white niranium plating, formed two flawless parallel lines of three. Hot pink aether-plasma blazed from their sublight drives, streaking the darkness with a vivid glow as they came to rest just shy of the system's boundary. Blackened scorch marks marred the cruisers’ armor ~ telltale scars of recent battles. Despite the damage, the proud symbol of the Free Commonwealth of Vespa shone defiantly on their hulls. Once the ships were stationary, the lead cruiser transmitted a transuniversal signal, a call across space and dimension.
Moments later, a bluish horizontal rift tore through the void, as though a horizon had split the fabric of reality. A second surge of searing plasma erupted from the newly arrived FCS A’aenalin, its massive form dominating the center of the formation. The Inyanthaes-Class Battleship bore a familial resemblance to the cruisers, but its size and design radiated authority. Its hull displayed the triple-ring sigil of Aerum Eitan’s house alongside the Commonwealth insignia, identifying it as the fleet’s flagship. Beneath the shadow of the battleship, a ragtag convoy of approximately three hundred civilian ships trailed like a protective flock, their mismatched designs and varying states of repair revealing the desperation of those who had fled with them.
On the A’aenalin’s bridge, Crown Prince Esari stood at the illuminated table, his features carved with quiet determination. A map of the system flickered to life above him as LUMEN scanned and relayed its findings. "Hold position and let the civilian ships advance further into the system," he commanded, his voice steady yet firm. His gaze flicked between the map and the comms officer. "Let’s see who answers the call."
The officer nodded and activated the transmission. "City of Asarthortar, this is Prince Esari of the Free Commonwealth," the Prince announced. "We are escorting several hundred civilian vessels that cannot be accommodated in Vespa Lakara or Lorenz. We’ve heard you’re taking refugees. We request permission to proceed."
As the transmission crackled into the void, Esari's attention returned to LUMEN’s projection and the mindhive’s steady dictation of information about the Tsenlan State of the Yamatai Star Empire. He studied the planet below ~ a world shrouded in cool temperatures and thick cloud cover, almost idyllic compared to the chaos of the Free Commonwealth's fragmented territories. His mind, however, lingered on the risks: the balance between diplomacy and the tension of bringing warships into a foreign system unbidden.
The convoy of civilian vessels halted midway between the Commonwealth battlegroup and the planet. Esari had made it clear caution above all else. The last thing he wanted was to cause alarm or provoke unintended conflict. Rin’s words echoed in his mind from their last conversation before she and Artemesia had departed for the Yirune arm to rally more rebels. She had reassured him of Akina’s potential ~ a sanctuary where their overflow of displaced civilians could find respite. Yet, the situation across the Imperium had grown ever murkier. U.N.N commanders defected with their ships, resistance pockets flared in unexpected places, and Vaelaris' iron grip tightened as whispers of his transgressions spread like wildfire. Friend and foe alike had become increasingly difficult to discern.
Esari leaned into the command table, the weight of his role pressing against him like the gravity of the void outside. This place could be their haven, he thought, though his instincts urged vigilance. For now, the fleet would wait ~ an envoy of hope and desperation ~ while the answer to their call lingered in the silence of the stars. It was almost sad to him that there was no reprieve for him or his crew, within a day they would be back on the front lines with this oasis behind them.