Post by lilnoomer on Jan 25, 2022 9:36:26 GMT
Onboard the Ark II battlestation, the now mostly inert catalyst that was used to transport the Tranatontian Empire to Ancerious in flight of the Shadow Scourge, an ancient structure older than the planet itself, and retrofitted more than anyone living even knew. Grand Admiral Ritz sat at the second level of the massive structure that had become the center of the Empires government. The focal point of their fleets, and where their plans were realized. She sat in a personal observation room, the black scaled lizard looking down onto their world, the massive cargo ships slowly docking with the Ark. The civilian vessels she mused not at all alike her new generation of stealth warships. Industrial, proudly flaunting their flag, she found a certain beauty in them. It reminded her of the 4th Empire, of Trench. She was interrupted by her personal assistant. A True AI, the one who had for millions of years served as the warden of the station, and whomever was it's master.
"Excuse me Grand Admiral, apologies for the interruption. Subject 198-047 has been located, orders?"
The Grand Admirals head slowly turned to the AI, her tone dry but to the point. "Status of Project Glorious Dawn?"
"Resources are still be stockpiled, and the planning of execution is nearly complete. But we must really speak of Subject 198-047."
The Tranatonian paused for a moment before, speaking. Finally giving the order. "Send a Furtum-Class, and the Corsairs. Dear Cloudriel needs to be taught a lesson."
The AI said nothing, but the orders were fufilled.
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Cloudriel, better known to the people within Triaxis as the Crimson Queen. Experimented on for a new generation of Tranatonian soldiers, beaten, violated, the ancient Tranatonian in the blood of her own demise ascended with the peoples belief in the ancient Queen finally returning to take over. As such after her escape, she has been enemy number one.
The one in red was inside one of the many rebel cells, vibrant red scales bouncing off of the dim light of the underground base made out of an old subway system in the outskirts of the Metroplis of Umbra. Continental travel by train had long since been abandoned after the popularization of airships, and normal flight. Now the only tracks between the barren landscapes that were travel was for cargo.
"I understand your reluctance to make such an operation, but I am urging you. I need to get offworld, and out of Tranatonian spaces. Perhaps I can convince the other nations of this galaxy to aid us."
The man she was talking to, leader of this cell put his hands on the bridge of his nose evidently getting annoyed at the peristence of the scaled woman. "Look... I know you may be a risk, but you are our only weapon that can stop these attacks. If yo-"
"Yes! But my mere presence is what causes these attacks! If I weren't here I could both gather allies, and get us out of this depression."
Almost like she had willed it into existence the underground bases alarm was going off, wailing in the alert everyone knew. They were coming. The red scaled woman leaned forward and gripped him by his neck, lifting him up, and setting him down by the door, then pushing him. "Go get your men out. With luck they finally sent something worth my time, I have an idea."
The red scaled woman blinked out of existence in a red flash, and met the advancing force herself. The battle was short, she took out one of the two Corvettes, and the ground troops. Before they finally 'fell' the woman. Obliterated into ash by the last Corvettes main gun. The Entity known as the Crimson Queen faked her own death. To Ritz, and even the underground rebels were not keyed into what she was planning. Lying low inside of the Corvette she will lie in wait. Be it a week, month, or even years for it to travel to the wider galaxy. Only then will she make herself known again.
"Excuse me Grand Admiral, apologies for the interruption. Subject 198-047 has been located, orders?"
The Grand Admirals head slowly turned to the AI, her tone dry but to the point. "Status of Project Glorious Dawn?"
"Resources are still be stockpiled, and the planning of execution is nearly complete. But we must really speak of Subject 198-047."
The Tranatonian paused for a moment before, speaking. Finally giving the order. "Send a Furtum-Class, and the Corsairs. Dear Cloudriel needs to be taught a lesson."
The AI said nothing, but the orders were fufilled.
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Cloudriel, better known to the people within Triaxis as the Crimson Queen. Experimented on for a new generation of Tranatonian soldiers, beaten, violated, the ancient Tranatonian in the blood of her own demise ascended with the peoples belief in the ancient Queen finally returning to take over. As such after her escape, she has been enemy number one.
The one in red was inside one of the many rebel cells, vibrant red scales bouncing off of the dim light of the underground base made out of an old subway system in the outskirts of the Metroplis of Umbra. Continental travel by train had long since been abandoned after the popularization of airships, and normal flight. Now the only tracks between the barren landscapes that were travel was for cargo.
"I understand your reluctance to make such an operation, but I am urging you. I need to get offworld, and out of Tranatonian spaces. Perhaps I can convince the other nations of this galaxy to aid us."
The man she was talking to, leader of this cell put his hands on the bridge of his nose evidently getting annoyed at the peristence of the scaled woman. "Look... I know you may be a risk, but you are our only weapon that can stop these attacks. If yo-"
"Yes! But my mere presence is what causes these attacks! If I weren't here I could both gather allies, and get us out of this depression."
Almost like she had willed it into existence the underground bases alarm was going off, wailing in the alert everyone knew. They were coming. The red scaled woman leaned forward and gripped him by his neck, lifting him up, and setting him down by the door, then pushing him. "Go get your men out. With luck they finally sent something worth my time, I have an idea."
The red scaled woman blinked out of existence in a red flash, and met the advancing force herself. The battle was short, she took out one of the two Corvettes, and the ground troops. Before they finally 'fell' the woman. Obliterated into ash by the last Corvettes main gun. The Entity known as the Crimson Queen faked her own death. To Ritz, and even the underground rebels were not keyed into what she was planning. Lying low inside of the Corvette she will lie in wait. Be it a week, month, or even years for it to travel to the wider galaxy. Only then will she make herself known again.