Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 21, 2014 19:37:32 GMT -8
A Long Way Home- Principal Authors: Sin, Taung, Sauthril, Gideon Raith, Zion
- Who can post on this thread: Whoever else we invite in
- I want to receive critical responses: Nah
- I will be using standard Universe rules here (e.g., canon-only, fleet limits, etc.): Noooooooooope. Not even close.
Location: It begins on the Shadow Reaper, a Sovereign Class Star Destroyer. Timeframe: Some time. Sinistra, her officers, and inner circle are on their way back to the Kuat system when there is a malfunction with the hyperdrive a little too close to the gravity well of a unstable star.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 21, 2014 20:18:19 GMT -8
The bickering in the room was starting to give Sinistra a headache, her advisors taking shots at each other about the finer points of menacing the Republic with a greater show of might, but she couldn't think of a stronger show of force than taking the largest ship in her fleet out for a fishing trip on Mon Calamari. Darkness come, she had not drank that much in a long time; no, scratch that, she drank pretty heavily with Eralam on Dressel that one time. Or was it Dresden? She couldn't remember at the moment, nor did she feel like putting in the effort to dredge up the memory of that hangover. Her nerves and the throbbing in her temple finally hit the breaking point when her left hand slammed on the table, silencing the din around her. She stood up with a glass of whiskey in her right.
"Enough. Don't you all have something better to do?"
With eyes cast to the floor, everyone rose and exited before her as she meandered her way to the bridge, her hood pulled low over her face to shield her eyes from the bright lights. Man, she left her room for something, what was it? Painkillers. That's it. How did she end up in a cabinet meeting? The bridge was far too shiny for her right now and she wanted to get back to bed and sleep this off. Captain Demarus was standing watch, the crew moving through their routines in brisk actions. She stood holding the whiskey next to the tall, leonine officer for a couple minutes before he spoke.
"I can't tell what smells stronger, the whiskey in that glass or the whiskey coming out of your pores."
"Funny. What's our ETA for Kuat?"
"Well, we would have been home by now if you hadn't decided in a drunken stupor that you were going to reprogram the hyperdrive for a jump to Endor."
"Watch it. I'm still the Emperor."
"Yes, your excellency."
Without warning, the ship shifted sharply, somehow surviving the jolt without breaking apart from the sheer and stress of the rapid deceleration. Sinistra stumbled, the amber fluid tumbling from her hand onto the floor, her hands reaching for the sturdy Cathar to right herself. The Sovereign dropped from hyperspace, and a bewildered Emperor looked up at her captain trying to figure out why in the name of all things badass would her massive warship have stopped dead in that fashion.
"What the hell was that? Where are we?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 21:57:58 GMT -8
Reach...was a human colony world in the Epsilon Eridani system, located within the Inner colonies. At 10.5 light years from the Sol System, it is located at Earth's metaphorical doorstep. Reach is the fourth largest planet in the Epsilon Eridani system, and second closest to the star Epsilon Eridani. Dr. Catherine Halsey had called it “[…]our fortress among the stars.” Or so it had been considered, until in 2552, when the Covenant descended upon the Planet in their search for Forerunner artifacts. Their first priority had been to eradicate the Human occupants. A task which Noble Team had been assigned to try and stop Contrary to popular belief, Carter, Kat, Jorge, Emile and Jun sat in the back of a Pelican, alive and well despite all the events that had happened on Reach which should have left them dead. The sniper had missed Kat, The slipspace engine hadn't been damaged allowing Jorge to escape, Carter didn't die in the pelican crash, Emile didn't die during his fight with the pair of elites, and Jun had managed to get Dr. Halsey off to a safe location and still go and retrieve the rest of Noble Team, bar Noble 6 who was off acting like some self-righteous hero. Sure they had come to accept him as a member of their group, but they never fully liked him. He never spoke, tried to make the rest of Noble Team look like amateurs, and was intent on doing everything by himself. Now it was their turn to drop in, kick some ass and show him up like the little spoiled brat that he was
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 22, 2014 20:07:38 GMT -8
Taung had been thrown from his bed as the Soverign class Super Star Destroyer came to a dead stop. His head was throbbing enough from the hangover that he had acquired, with good taste mind you, during the fishing excursion to Mon Calamari, and had planned on sleeping uninterrupted for about 10 more hours until he woke up, drank water like a fish out of water, took some pain meds, and then crawled back into his bed. That had clearly not happened. How someone could take a 17 and a half kilometer ship from superluminal speeds to a halt in such an unacceptable, and frankly rude, manner. Clearly someone needed to be set straight. He staggered to his feet, keeping one hand on the wall as he looked down at himself and decided that he didnt care that his uniform was rumpled, no one on this ship wanted to mess with him anyway, and headed for the bridge.
He arrived on the bridge, his hand still on the wall. He looked around with only one eye open and the other pinched shut against the piercing glare of the bridge lights. He glanced at the viewport and then at everyone else again.
"If you wanted to watch a hi def holo, you could at least turn off the full immersion setting for those of us that need our beauty sleep..."
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 23, 2014 20:37:10 GMT -8
Demarus crossed the open floor between his station on the bridge to the navigation screens, his tall frame bent over studying the readings as a befuddled crewman sputtered, trying to form an answer to what should have been a simple question from the Emperor. The cathar's eyes narrowed, the irises moving swiftly over the sensor data as quickly as the Shadow Reaper's systems could process it. Except nothing made sense. They were not anywhere near Kuat. In fact, the sensors could detect no matches to any known star charts. This couldn't be right. The navcomputer could not identify where in their trajectory through hyperspace they had been dropped nor could it replot a course from Mon Cal or a course home. A violent, gutteral purr issued forth from him, his baritone speech blending into the sound so that it seems like one long intentional phrase of dissatisfaction and orders.
"Run a full diagnostic on the sensors and navcomputer."
"Demarus..."
Sinistra had strode forward to the viewports in front of her, the vast blue and green planet below assaulted by large purple, rounded ships that fired magenta beams to the surface below. Demarus didn't look up from the console as he input some commands to run another layer of internal diagnostics.
"My lord, it looks like the computers scrambled, I am getting strange readings fro-"
"DEMARUS!"
Her stern voice caused his head to jerk in her direction, his eyes following her arm towards the window where she pointed at the scene outside their windows.
"Kriff. Shields up! Battlestations!"
Everything seemed to hurt twice as much as orders were shouted down the levels of command to man their posts and defend the Shadow Reaper from a sudden threat. She cast a look over at the disshelved Taung, her thumb gesturing over to the windows to where a battle raged not far enough away for Sinistra's liking.
"Holovids, are you insane?" She turned her attention back to Demarus. "Ready weapons. Don't fire unless fired upon. Monitor chatter. See if we can figure out what the heck we're looking at."
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 24, 2014 18:47:28 GMT -8
Taung took a few long moments to process Lord Sinistra's comment, blinking hard several times as the words went through whatever drunken loops and snarls they had to in his alcohol fuzzed and pounding head to finally match up to make sense.
"Well in my defense what idiot," he waves at the viewport. "Uses giant purple ships? I mean honestly, purple is an unlucky color, the last person to run around with a purple weapon got his hand cut off, fried by lightning, and thrown from the thousandth story balcony! Its absolute taboo and ..." he held up his hands against the piercing magenta weapons flashes of the alien ships.
"Oh that hurts. Can someone at least activate the polarizing option on the viewport?"
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Jan 25, 2014 9:27:56 GMT -8
With the lights turned low, Leman sat at the small table set up in his quarters. Leman was wearing a fresh Imperial uniform. Raising a small square glass to lips, he took a large gulp of the whiskey in it. His throat, burning with such an enjoyable sensation. After today it was nice to finish with fine bottle of whiskey along with the cuts of meat from today’s catch sitting upon the table. Placing the glass down, he reached for the utensils and commenced cutting a slice of Waladon meat, raising it to his mount he bit a small piece off. Chewing the moist meat slowly, it was like he was eating a piece of heaven. Never before had he eaten such a moist and favorable piece of meat before. Placing his utensils back down, he reached for the bottle of whiskey and refilled his glass. As his gaze swept to the data pad lying next to him, still trying to figure out to fill out report.
Having just joined the Galactic Empire, after the war on Kuat. The Priest believed one of his soldiers should accompany this trip. Mainly to gain info on the men and women he was going to be serving with. So far Leman had complete forgotten about his job, partly due to the announcement of their fishing trip to Mon Calamari, and the booze that had been presented. The day had been quite exciting, with the catches of several Waladon’s and the few fish heads Leman had personally harpooned, their heads now sitting in a bag tucked away in his locker. In fact the day was quite memorable in the company of three key figures of the Kuat battle. First was the Emperor, Sinistra, the Mando fleet tactition Taung, and the Stormtrooper name Gideon. Leman personally enjoyed the company of a fellow Stormtrooper, as he was not one for formalities of the higher ups.
The day had been a grand occasion and the booze finer. It was why he now sat rubbing his bloated stomach, empty bottles of whiskey laying on the table. Now that he had eaten some food, the drunk haze was starting to clear slightly, at least enough that he felt comfortable standing and moving to his bed. Placing his hands on his table he pushed himself up relying heavily on his arms to support him. Once his legs had become stable enough, he started for his bed, pulling the covers down so that he might slide in-between them.
Just as he was about to slide a leg into the covers, his body was suddenly thrown backwards. His legs catching the table and with his feet causing it flip over on him. Laying there trying to collect his thoughts from all around him. All he could think was that the last time he was in a position like this; it was with a call girl on Courscant. Grunting he pushed the table aside and pushed himself upwards. The whole time fighting the urge to vomit in his own quarters. Now that hopes of sleep had been rudely smashed, he was going to go the command deck and see what the hell was going on.
Who the hell is driving this thing like a madman? Some of us were trying to sleep!!!
Was all he said as he came onto the command deck, but as made his way to the two people he recognized, the emperor and Taung. But before he could receive an answer he saw the emperor bark orders, which caused his body to twitch because of its booming loudness in his head. His eyes gazing towards the view screen. Leman just kept blinking, swearing to himself that he was looking at things wrong. Long purple ships attack a planet, each shot blinding to his eyes.
They look like something you would use Emp…..I mean what the hell is going on here? Leman was happy he caught himself before he completed that statement, knowing the alcohol was about to get him into more trouble then he wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 11:19:28 GMT -8
Of all the things Gideon had endured in these past few months, the sudden jolt of the Sovereign dreadnought breaking through the veil of unreality had surprised him the most. He was sequestered within his quarters at that time, reading through the HoloNews Networks coverage of their recent fishing trip to Dac. Thousands of Mon Calamari citizens had suffered under the mighty fishing hooks cast overboard by his surviving stormtroopers and those whom were to be considered part of Emperor Sinistra’s inner circle. The coverage was made from both sides of the supposed conflict; with the people of Mon Calamari considered the deed as an act of genocide, whereas the soldiers of the Galactic Empire deemed it a fitting moment of much-needed relaxation. In fact, the Colonel marveled at the very angle the HoloNet reporters had taken for their front page news, a photo of an armoured stormtrooper holding out the finest catch of the day; one of the members of Mon Calamari’s representative council. As the Colonel sipped his tea from one the finest sets in the galaxy, the moment of enjoyment was abruptly cut short. Gideon, along with the hand crafted tea set upon the table and the dataslate within his ebon gloved hand, were flung into the bulkhead as the massive warship had dropped out of hyperspace.
His head was spinning as he fought against the rising tide of unconsciousness threatening to overtake his vision. Breathing in a painfully large gulp of air, the stormtrooper stood to his feet and shook off the lingering traces of pain. Upon opening his eyes to the extent of the damages such a reckless deceleration, the man’s blood began to boil. The gifted tea set, one of the only sets within the galaxy, lay broken about his feet. All the losses he and Logan had witnessed at Kuat, paled in comparison to the loss of such a treasure. Of all the priceless trophies within his room, the one actually given to him was the only thing that was destroyed. Superheated beneath the shell of his environmentally controlled suit, the soldier let out a blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the lower decks of the battleship. Snatching his helmet and mag-locking it to his belt, the stormtrooper made his way from his room. As he marched through the corridors; his porcelain features, tanned by the heat of the alien sun, were drawn back into a visage of barely controlled rage. The man’s eyebrow began to twitch wildly as he made his way towards the bridge.
With the doors before him sliding open, revealing the chaos upon the command deck, Gideon’s eyes narrowed towards the Cathar Captain. He had only met the man recently, and despite his alien appearance had proven to be the most interesting of companies to keep. Yet despite all of the earlier stated facts, the Colonel was rightfully pissed at the sudden and irrevocable loss of his most prized tea set. “Captain Demarus!” Gideon roared as he stormed onto the bridge, his hand slowly sliding towards his sidearm. “What’s the meaning of –“ His tongue had caught in his throat, for out of the corner of his eye he had seen the image displayed upon the forward viewscreen. A planet, not much different from Balmorra was seen spinning about its axis. Swiveling his attention to focus upon the image laid out before him, the Colonel began to wonder what it was they had found. A literal legion of warships had come within the warships sensors, ranging in size to unknown classifications. While they had differed in size, it was clear to see they were uniform in shape and complexion. “They look like giant purple sex toys...” Gideon said as his look of anger was slowly replaced by that of confusion, putting a voice to his thoughts before he could control them. Tearing his gaze from the scene before him, he turned towards one of the officers crowding around the Emperor and her command throne.
“Have we arrived above Contruum for one of those Galactic Bicycle sex-conventions?”
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Jan 25, 2014 21:00:31 GMT -8
Aboard the bridge of the CSO-class Supercarrier known as Seeker of Truth, Supreme Commander Thel 'Vadamee seemed to almost jump as he woke from something of a dream, in which he had lost one of the Holy Rings, Become the Arbiter, Was betryed by the Jiralhanae Chieftain, Learned that the Great Journey was a lie, Joined the Humans in a Great Schism, killed the Prophet of Truth, and eventually lead the Sangheili in a civil war against the few factions that remained of a broken Covenant. It was a strange dream, and it gave him reason to vow never to share drinks with Jahali Myro Toma, a Mgalekgolo, who was a good friend of his who had come across some of the UNSC's finest alcohol and offered to share some with Thel. Now he was here over Reach with the Fleet of Particular Justice, assaulting the UNSC resistance that was ground side that had had some minor victories, however with the full force of 341 vessels which consisted of a mix of a CSO-class Supercarrier, SDV-class Heavy Corvettes, CPV-class Heavy Destroyers, CAR-class Frigates, CCS-class Battlecruisers, CAS-class Assault Carriers, Covenant Supercruisers, and Phantom's the UNSC was quite literally doomed. The defence fleet had been decimated, despite the MAC gun stations that had fought admirably and inflicted some casualties upon the Fleet. Now all that was left was to glass the planet and destroy the blasphemes marks of the humans. A task he thought would be quite dull and easy to do. That was until several sensor alarms sounded aboard the bridge of the Seeker of Truth as a 15km long warship appeared from what could only be assumed was slipspace. Thel had never seen anything like it's design before, it looked nothing like the Covenant designed ships, and whilst he had never seen such a design in the UNSC fleet before, it definitely had the design traits of the UNSC, what with the massive gun barrel pointing out the bow of the ship, which he had a bad feeling was a whole new class of MAC gun. He could see this ending very badly for them if that thing fired it's main gun. With flashes of his dream coming to mind, he turned towards his second in command, Ygar 'ParaneeYgar, order the Retribution's Regret, the Rapturous Patience and the Rapid Prayer to fire on that ship! and find out what the hell it is!As you wish Commander. You heard him, Get those CAS-class Assault Carriers into position! Energy Projector use has been authorised!A communications officer nodded and sent the orders to the Retribution's Regret, the Rapturous Patience and the Rapid Prayer, moments before the three CAS-class Assault Carriers broke off from the main fleet that was assaulting the surface of Reach. The Retribution's Regret turned belly side up as it charged the Energy Projector and took aim at the unidentified ship, whilst the the Rapturous Patience and the Rapid Prayer fired a salvo of Plasma Torpedoes and Pulse Laser Turrets moments before a brilliant blue-white beam of energized matter shot forth from the Retribution's Regret towards the ship. Thel meanwhile sat aboard the bridge of the Seeker of Truth, watching the sensor read out's, determined to not be disgraced by the UNSC and become the Arbiter who will tear the Covenant apart. Dreams were nothing but fiction, created by one's mind, and he was determined to ensure his own dream would remain that, just fiction, cause screw being tentacle raped by a giant dead octopus
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 30, 2014 15:51:56 GMT -8
The incoming weapons erupting against the shields made the difference and Taung's mind snapped into the reality of the situation.
"I am only mildly insane. With your permission.."
He turned to Demarus.
"Captain fight your ship, charge the superlaser but hold fire, we need to see what these ships can take before showing our full hand. We don't need to get mobbed, they can still take us down by simply ramming into us enough."
He turned to a random crewer.
"And you! Get me some caf! It better be here by the time I get back."
With that Taung turned and walked off the bridge, knowing that if things went horribly wrong he wouldnt have to worry, and if things went reasonably ok, he would be back in plenty of time.
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