Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 17, 2017 13:51:09 GMT
Space is vast... not a simple statement. but the vast stretches of empty void between worlds even within systems can seem to stretch forever. The empires of the Ancerious galaxy, foreign, or native. had learned long ago to navigate this dark sea. Building ships of ever increasing size and complexity to cover the vast distances between their worlds and orbital’s. Some however, had better ability to do this then others.
The drakes had carved out their new territory on the edges of the others. And had established their people among the others with vessels that infused the arcane art of magic with the structured fields of Technology.
Their border defenses, as a result, were some of the best in the galaxy. Utilizing both to detect, and deflect hostile ships along its length.
But space, is vast.
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The Probing fleet rifted in on the edge of the border, half an orbit or so from the farthest reaches of the spells that encompassed it. a tight, well organized collection of about 8 vessels in total, Two larger ships, kilometers long, dwarfing the smaller vessels clustered around them.
the ships themselves were of an odd, almost insectile design, mirroring several known species of the human home world of earth. The most notable being the lion ant and the Tick. Their hulls catching a distant stars light as a dark textured metal, mixing odd oily dark sheens with darkened brass colored sections.
The fleet coasted the rim of the border. Several thousand miles from it. Their crews diligently, almost obsessively maintaining their posts within them. Teams of them overlooking readouts projected over hybrid holographic displays in the command rooms, looking for the reason why they had come to such a seemingly remote region of the void. The bridges zealot composed crew maintaining the same level of attention to their functions at bizarrely designed terminals along the walls. While sophisticated holographic screens of distinctly drake design took the place of the view panes common on most ships within the galaxy.
One of them, upon receiving word from the Command chamber on the larger of the two main vessels, stood up from his place on the terminal. taking a light run towards the center of the bridge, where the commander of the ship sat in a throne of shifting brass panels in the center of the rear of the room.
"My Templar" he said to the figure sitting in the throne. taking a kneeling postion as he did. "the chambers have delivered their findings on the veil... There is a point of weakness near that we might use..."
"Excellent, Zealot Tak." the Templar replied through his skull-like mask, giving him a monstrous appearance. his voice was masked by his breathing apparatus within his helmet, giving him a metallic echo to his voice. His dark, armored form shifting as he rose from his throne, his appearance dwarfing the already heavily armored zealot kneeling before him. He set the gaze of his brilliant red visor down on the zealot, its bright, emotionless gaze burned into the back of the zealot's helmet as the crusader moved his cape from his shoulders, letting it hang along his back like a pair of massive black wings.
"Prepare the report. We must inform the cardinal of our findings."
The zealot gave the sign of the draconian naga with his arms, the version of a salute among the Children of apophis. Before rising to his armored feet. his own armor design of a basic template standard, lesser in size and intimidation then the templar sitting above him, But still more then capable to matching the standard infantry of most of the known militaries of the empires. He did not raise his own armored helm to meet the gaze of the templar that towered in his command throne, being of a lower rank of the faith.
"Yes, my lord templar" He said in his own distorted voice. "By Apophis' will, it shall be done." He added with a second salute of the sign, before turning away and going back to his console. Going to work preparing the report on the data their group had found to send back to their regions of operation.
The Templar stepped forward, his heavy boots thudding against the cold metal floor like slow paced drum beats as he approached the railing, which he then wrapped his massive clawed armored hands around and looked down upon the zealots. Twin streams of steam releasing from his mask as he took a deep breath.
"My brothers!" The templar said aloud. "The draconian lords smile down upon us this day! Rejoice, for we have found what we have came for!" His monstrous voice boomed for all to hear clearly. The Templar reached out a hand, his fingers splayed apart. "Set the course! We initiate our second phase now!"
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On the planet Draconis, in the center of the Drake Empire's space, a pair of wary eyes closely monitored a lime green holo-screen, which flashed white, and red on an outline of Drake territory, just outside their borders. Eight unknown vessels were setting off the proximity alert.
"Fire Lord Pyracian..." the drake called out behind him. "There appears to be eight large vessels just outside the veil...Vigil thinks they might be a threat."
A large fire drake in ceremonial armor approached the smaller drake.
"Bring up a visual, Vigil" Pyracian ordered. The screen flashed, producing a new larger screen for Pyracian to see. the screen displayed the bug-like ships as they drifted through space.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Pyracian asked to himself, stiffling a nervous chuckle.
"They're out of Vigil's range, my lord." The other drake interjected. "What should we do?"
Pyracian took a moment to think before replying.
"Alert the Tenebraeans...summon a couple of amphisbaena." Pyracian leaned forward to view the image closer. "Our king is going to want to know about this..."
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Within the Tenebrean system of Obficina, the Tenebrean Military shipyards in orbit around one of the systems 12 planets would have received the drakes hail, a contact system that had been put in place following the first contact, and subsequent alliance of the two empires. It was not often that they had received contact from the drakes, as such the hail was received with rapid response. a Technician ranked calvara being on service at the interface location where the hail would come through, The bio-mechanical skeletal creature responding to the call. "This is Tenebrean fleet command, Responding to your hail Draconis... What is your situation?" He asked as a screen flicked into existance in front of him, motioning to one of the officers to notify the admiral of the station.
"Our defenses have picked up the presence of an unknown fleet of potentially hostile vessels residing just out of reach of our defenses. we are requesting aide to investigate and/or neutralize this potential threat. Be warned, they are heavily armed. I repeat, they are heavily armed." The drake responded.
The calvara would have heard the response as he brought up the location that the drake had pinpointed on the edge of their territories. "Acknowledged Draconis." he said. The officer having retrieved Admiral Drogan. The commander of the tenebrean fleet. the War-caste calvara, already busy with the current ongoing war against the Immortal Empire in the stations war room, didn't have time to address the situation in person, and instead opened up a window into the conversation.
"This is Admiral Drogan speaking to drake command, we have received your situation. We have a long range Medium patrol flotilla in the region. we can have them provide aid on the incursion."He said, the technician keeping the comm-link open. While providing logistics data.
"Acknowledged. Sending coordinates now. Awaiting response." The drake responded.
The calvara manning the terminal would have brought up the coordinates as they were sent, opening up a second relay for the small three ship flotilla in the general region, hailing its captain and commanding entity. "Very well, Relaying coordinates and establishing contact with them. We're going to bring them up to speed with whats happening. tell them to get to the location of these aggressors." he said, nodding. "Do you have any units en route?" drogan would have asked from his relay.
Elsewhere. the commanders and bridge crew of the Small Tenebrean patrol fleet, would have received the notification of aggressors on the drake boarder, as well as the orders to divert their route into the region that they were spotted in. the oncoming message reaching their communications systems via a long range Aural Relay.
Captain alain, commanding the Tenebrean Cruiser, supported by two destroyers and a small contingency of about 12 fighters. was on the bridge as the message came up.
There would have been some debate among the commanding officers as they brought up maps of the region they were instructed to shunt off to. the tenebrean fleet would have selected an entry point, before engaging their shunt units. Leaving their location with a flash of red light and static.
after signaling the tenebraeans, the drake returned to the holo-screen that displayed the strange vessels as they drifted just outside the border.
"On the orders by Lord Pyracian, Vigil, you know what to do."
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In the Space outside of the border, there would have been a space of about 20 minutes before the tenebrean ships entered the area. Shunting in with bursts of reddish static and light in a zone about 2500 kilometers away from where the cultist flotilla as they continued on their course along the border. The interceptor entering the space first, before the two frigates entered along side it. the three vessels staying in a semi tight formation as they engaged their normal propulsion systems, powering up their null drive systems and beginning to move towards where the cultist ships appeared on long range scans, bringing them along a long range orbital route.
captain Alaine, the commander of the interceptor type cruiser, looked at their movements on the holograms projected over the display monolith in the captains nest, along with two other officers there with him. Bringing up larger three-dimensional renderings of the cultist ships as scans read their locations. Prompting him to lean forward on the obsidian surface.
"What kind of ships are those? I've never seen anything like them.. " He said, turning to one of the officers. "Cross reference these with the ships we have on file... i want to know if they’re similar to anything we've seen before..." He said before going back to the table. the readouts of their ships entering the area.
"Hail them: he said after a few moments.
on the cultist ships, the Zealots manning both the bridge and the observation chamber had seen the Tenebrean ships entering the area before they even shunted in on their bizarrely designed systems. Hybrid long range scanners catching the distortions of the Tenebrean shunts physics before they appeared. the technicians and crew moving quickly as they began to make the adjustments necessary for a potential defensive movement.
The zealot that had spoken earlier stood up, moving to address the crusader again, going at a light jog before kneeling down in front of him again.
"My lord" he said. "Readouts show us that a tenebrean patrol flotilla has entered the region. They're starting to hail us. your orders, my lord?"
The crusader sat quietly as he contemplated his next move before addressing the zealot. his helmet releasing twin streams of steam.
"Answer their hail." He responded. " All hands to battle stations be ready for when I give the order."
the zealot bowed his head even more. "By his will my lord." he said, before standing and going back to his station. Mirroring the order the crusader had given over his comm.-link as he did. the zealots around the bridge chamber and throughout the ship going to work bringing the ship up to combat formation. Subtle shifts and rumbles shuddering through it as armored hull plates shifted and layered themselves up as the vessels in the fleet readied themselves for combat. large turrets on the hull moving into combat formation.
as this occurred, the communications zealot on the bridge opened the aural link to interface with the Tenebrean ships contact signal directed towards their ships. one of many systems built into the cultist fleet, a muti-system interfacing unit of multi empire design. it served its purpose now. Allowing the vid-screen of Alain and the other commanders of the Flotilla to form on the large holo screen towards the front of the chamber. the tenebrean would have started to speak once he saw that the link was established.
"Unknown flotilla... This is Tenebrean allied patrol fleet.T-888. Hailing unknown flotilla. Your vessels have entered Restricted Drake empire space. Please identify yourselves and your intent..." the tenebrean commander asked.
"Greeting, Tenebraeans!" the crusader answered somewhat happily, his arms raised in greeting in an almost mocking fashion. "I am Crusader Dralek of the Church of the Draconian gods, and I do believe this is our first encounter!" Crusader Dralek boomed jovially, rising from his command throne with his arms outstretched. " oh, such great strides can be made on this most glorious of days in our search for a brighter future! the allies to be made in the quest for galactic peace!" Crusader Dralek lowered his arms and stared intensly at the screen. "Tell me, Tenebraean vessel, would you like to make first contact?"
"..." Arlaine only looked at the Crusader and the rest of the scene on the unknown vessels bridge in mixed confusion and indecision as he heard the oddly joyful introduction by what appeared to him to be the commander of the unknown ships. Pausing for a moment to take in what he said, it was familiar. and almost mocking in its tone and nature. Sounding much like the greeting of first contact such empires of the like of the union of worlds or carnaith would have given. Yet there was a tone of falseness and excitement.. Had they perhaps insulted them? and the mention of the draconian... He knew enough to know what had been circulating through the empires channels for the past few cycles.
He had no way of knowing for sure until the entities told him the readouts on the armored figures words. he was not a diplomat, and had infact. always had a bit of a dislike for them. but until then, the best he could do was answer to them.
"...Perhaps..." He said, Turning to look at the other officers on the captains nest. the feed being relayed to the frigates as well. "I am, Aware of the Deities of the draconian" He said, somewhat disdainfully. "i was not aware that they possessed a faction of their own... it is unexpected. But, before we make any of these "Strides" We ask again, what is your fleet doing in this region?"
"Glorious! Not to fret, dear boy" Crusader Dralek replied laughing.” we only seek to enlighten the galaxy and those poor misguided souls who cross our path. would you like for us to send our information? we are more than happy to spread the word to a curious tenebraean fleet" the feint and quick sounds of a couple of zealots snickering behind their helmets could be heard. "would you like to hear the word?" Dralek asked.
The Tenebrean captain moved his head back at that. There was no doubt now. They were toying with him and his crew, noticing the sounds of the curiously armored figures sitting at the command terminals surrounding the larger armored man that he could see on his own window. There was a stronger feeling of a threat of some sort behind their words. and scans of their ships were telling them that they were both armed and prepped for combat. Turning his head to give the order to keep the cultist flotilla at a distance from them. Before turning back to face the crusader.
"It's not of an offense." He said. "But We would not... you are ordered to disengage your course, this is a restricted region. if you do not disengage. We will be forced to engage and board you."
"I think I'll tell you the word anyway...perhaps it will bring you enlightenment..." Crusader Dralek said. he raised his arm forward, his fingers splayed across the screen.
" the word is...DIE!"
The drakes had carved out their new territory on the edges of the others. And had established their people among the others with vessels that infused the arcane art of magic with the structured fields of Technology.
Their border defenses, as a result, were some of the best in the galaxy. Utilizing both to detect, and deflect hostile ships along its length.
But space, is vast.
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The Probing fleet rifted in on the edge of the border, half an orbit or so from the farthest reaches of the spells that encompassed it. a tight, well organized collection of about 8 vessels in total, Two larger ships, kilometers long, dwarfing the smaller vessels clustered around them.
the ships themselves were of an odd, almost insectile design, mirroring several known species of the human home world of earth. The most notable being the lion ant and the Tick. Their hulls catching a distant stars light as a dark textured metal, mixing odd oily dark sheens with darkened brass colored sections.
The fleet coasted the rim of the border. Several thousand miles from it. Their crews diligently, almost obsessively maintaining their posts within them. Teams of them overlooking readouts projected over hybrid holographic displays in the command rooms, looking for the reason why they had come to such a seemingly remote region of the void. The bridges zealot composed crew maintaining the same level of attention to their functions at bizarrely designed terminals along the walls. While sophisticated holographic screens of distinctly drake design took the place of the view panes common on most ships within the galaxy.
One of them, upon receiving word from the Command chamber on the larger of the two main vessels, stood up from his place on the terminal. taking a light run towards the center of the bridge, where the commander of the ship sat in a throne of shifting brass panels in the center of the rear of the room.
"My Templar" he said to the figure sitting in the throne. taking a kneeling postion as he did. "the chambers have delivered their findings on the veil... There is a point of weakness near that we might use..."
"Excellent, Zealot Tak." the Templar replied through his skull-like mask, giving him a monstrous appearance. his voice was masked by his breathing apparatus within his helmet, giving him a metallic echo to his voice. His dark, armored form shifting as he rose from his throne, his appearance dwarfing the already heavily armored zealot kneeling before him. He set the gaze of his brilliant red visor down on the zealot, its bright, emotionless gaze burned into the back of the zealot's helmet as the crusader moved his cape from his shoulders, letting it hang along his back like a pair of massive black wings.
"Prepare the report. We must inform the cardinal of our findings."
The zealot gave the sign of the draconian naga with his arms, the version of a salute among the Children of apophis. Before rising to his armored feet. his own armor design of a basic template standard, lesser in size and intimidation then the templar sitting above him, But still more then capable to matching the standard infantry of most of the known militaries of the empires. He did not raise his own armored helm to meet the gaze of the templar that towered in his command throne, being of a lower rank of the faith.
"Yes, my lord templar" He said in his own distorted voice. "By Apophis' will, it shall be done." He added with a second salute of the sign, before turning away and going back to his console. Going to work preparing the report on the data their group had found to send back to their regions of operation.
The Templar stepped forward, his heavy boots thudding against the cold metal floor like slow paced drum beats as he approached the railing, which he then wrapped his massive clawed armored hands around and looked down upon the zealots. Twin streams of steam releasing from his mask as he took a deep breath.
"My brothers!" The templar said aloud. "The draconian lords smile down upon us this day! Rejoice, for we have found what we have came for!" His monstrous voice boomed for all to hear clearly. The Templar reached out a hand, his fingers splayed apart. "Set the course! We initiate our second phase now!"
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On the planet Draconis, in the center of the Drake Empire's space, a pair of wary eyes closely monitored a lime green holo-screen, which flashed white, and red on an outline of Drake territory, just outside their borders. Eight unknown vessels were setting off the proximity alert.
"Fire Lord Pyracian..." the drake called out behind him. "There appears to be eight large vessels just outside the veil...Vigil thinks they might be a threat."
A large fire drake in ceremonial armor approached the smaller drake.
"Bring up a visual, Vigil" Pyracian ordered. The screen flashed, producing a new larger screen for Pyracian to see. the screen displayed the bug-like ships as they drifted through space.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Pyracian asked to himself, stiffling a nervous chuckle.
"They're out of Vigil's range, my lord." The other drake interjected. "What should we do?"
Pyracian took a moment to think before replying.
"Alert the Tenebraeans...summon a couple of amphisbaena." Pyracian leaned forward to view the image closer. "Our king is going to want to know about this..."
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Within the Tenebrean system of Obficina, the Tenebrean Military shipyards in orbit around one of the systems 12 planets would have received the drakes hail, a contact system that had been put in place following the first contact, and subsequent alliance of the two empires. It was not often that they had received contact from the drakes, as such the hail was received with rapid response. a Technician ranked calvara being on service at the interface location where the hail would come through, The bio-mechanical skeletal creature responding to the call. "This is Tenebrean fleet command, Responding to your hail Draconis... What is your situation?" He asked as a screen flicked into existance in front of him, motioning to one of the officers to notify the admiral of the station.
"Our defenses have picked up the presence of an unknown fleet of potentially hostile vessels residing just out of reach of our defenses. we are requesting aide to investigate and/or neutralize this potential threat. Be warned, they are heavily armed. I repeat, they are heavily armed." The drake responded.
The calvara would have heard the response as he brought up the location that the drake had pinpointed on the edge of their territories. "Acknowledged Draconis." he said. The officer having retrieved Admiral Drogan. The commander of the tenebrean fleet. the War-caste calvara, already busy with the current ongoing war against the Immortal Empire in the stations war room, didn't have time to address the situation in person, and instead opened up a window into the conversation.
"This is Admiral Drogan speaking to drake command, we have received your situation. We have a long range Medium patrol flotilla in the region. we can have them provide aid on the incursion."He said, the technician keeping the comm-link open. While providing logistics data.
"Acknowledged. Sending coordinates now. Awaiting response." The drake responded.
The calvara manning the terminal would have brought up the coordinates as they were sent, opening up a second relay for the small three ship flotilla in the general region, hailing its captain and commanding entity. "Very well, Relaying coordinates and establishing contact with them. We're going to bring them up to speed with whats happening. tell them to get to the location of these aggressors." he said, nodding. "Do you have any units en route?" drogan would have asked from his relay.
Elsewhere. the commanders and bridge crew of the Small Tenebrean patrol fleet, would have received the notification of aggressors on the drake boarder, as well as the orders to divert their route into the region that they were spotted in. the oncoming message reaching their communications systems via a long range Aural Relay.
Captain alain, commanding the Tenebrean Cruiser, supported by two destroyers and a small contingency of about 12 fighters. was on the bridge as the message came up.
There would have been some debate among the commanding officers as they brought up maps of the region they were instructed to shunt off to. the tenebrean fleet would have selected an entry point, before engaging their shunt units. Leaving their location with a flash of red light and static.
after signaling the tenebraeans, the drake returned to the holo-screen that displayed the strange vessels as they drifted just outside the border.
"On the orders by Lord Pyracian, Vigil, you know what to do."
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In the Space outside of the border, there would have been a space of about 20 minutes before the tenebrean ships entered the area. Shunting in with bursts of reddish static and light in a zone about 2500 kilometers away from where the cultist flotilla as they continued on their course along the border. The interceptor entering the space first, before the two frigates entered along side it. the three vessels staying in a semi tight formation as they engaged their normal propulsion systems, powering up their null drive systems and beginning to move towards where the cultist ships appeared on long range scans, bringing them along a long range orbital route.
captain Alaine, the commander of the interceptor type cruiser, looked at their movements on the holograms projected over the display monolith in the captains nest, along with two other officers there with him. Bringing up larger three-dimensional renderings of the cultist ships as scans read their locations. Prompting him to lean forward on the obsidian surface.
"What kind of ships are those? I've never seen anything like them.. " He said, turning to one of the officers. "Cross reference these with the ships we have on file... i want to know if they’re similar to anything we've seen before..." He said before going back to the table. the readouts of their ships entering the area.
"Hail them: he said after a few moments.
on the cultist ships, the Zealots manning both the bridge and the observation chamber had seen the Tenebrean ships entering the area before they even shunted in on their bizarrely designed systems. Hybrid long range scanners catching the distortions of the Tenebrean shunts physics before they appeared. the technicians and crew moving quickly as they began to make the adjustments necessary for a potential defensive movement.
The zealot that had spoken earlier stood up, moving to address the crusader again, going at a light jog before kneeling down in front of him again.
"My lord" he said. "Readouts show us that a tenebrean patrol flotilla has entered the region. They're starting to hail us. your orders, my lord?"
The crusader sat quietly as he contemplated his next move before addressing the zealot. his helmet releasing twin streams of steam.
"Answer their hail." He responded. " All hands to battle stations be ready for when I give the order."
the zealot bowed his head even more. "By his will my lord." he said, before standing and going back to his station. Mirroring the order the crusader had given over his comm.-link as he did. the zealots around the bridge chamber and throughout the ship going to work bringing the ship up to combat formation. Subtle shifts and rumbles shuddering through it as armored hull plates shifted and layered themselves up as the vessels in the fleet readied themselves for combat. large turrets on the hull moving into combat formation.
as this occurred, the communications zealot on the bridge opened the aural link to interface with the Tenebrean ships contact signal directed towards their ships. one of many systems built into the cultist fleet, a muti-system interfacing unit of multi empire design. it served its purpose now. Allowing the vid-screen of Alain and the other commanders of the Flotilla to form on the large holo screen towards the front of the chamber. the tenebrean would have started to speak once he saw that the link was established.
"Unknown flotilla... This is Tenebrean allied patrol fleet.T-888. Hailing unknown flotilla. Your vessels have entered Restricted Drake empire space. Please identify yourselves and your intent..." the tenebrean commander asked.
"Greeting, Tenebraeans!" the crusader answered somewhat happily, his arms raised in greeting in an almost mocking fashion. "I am Crusader Dralek of the Church of the Draconian gods, and I do believe this is our first encounter!" Crusader Dralek boomed jovially, rising from his command throne with his arms outstretched. " oh, such great strides can be made on this most glorious of days in our search for a brighter future! the allies to be made in the quest for galactic peace!" Crusader Dralek lowered his arms and stared intensly at the screen. "Tell me, Tenebraean vessel, would you like to make first contact?"
"..." Arlaine only looked at the Crusader and the rest of the scene on the unknown vessels bridge in mixed confusion and indecision as he heard the oddly joyful introduction by what appeared to him to be the commander of the unknown ships. Pausing for a moment to take in what he said, it was familiar. and almost mocking in its tone and nature. Sounding much like the greeting of first contact such empires of the like of the union of worlds or carnaith would have given. Yet there was a tone of falseness and excitement.. Had they perhaps insulted them? and the mention of the draconian... He knew enough to know what had been circulating through the empires channels for the past few cycles.
He had no way of knowing for sure until the entities told him the readouts on the armored figures words. he was not a diplomat, and had infact. always had a bit of a dislike for them. but until then, the best he could do was answer to them.
"...Perhaps..." He said, Turning to look at the other officers on the captains nest. the feed being relayed to the frigates as well. "I am, Aware of the Deities of the draconian" He said, somewhat disdainfully. "i was not aware that they possessed a faction of their own... it is unexpected. But, before we make any of these "Strides" We ask again, what is your fleet doing in this region?"
"Glorious! Not to fret, dear boy" Crusader Dralek replied laughing.” we only seek to enlighten the galaxy and those poor misguided souls who cross our path. would you like for us to send our information? we are more than happy to spread the word to a curious tenebraean fleet" the feint and quick sounds of a couple of zealots snickering behind their helmets could be heard. "would you like to hear the word?" Dralek asked.
The Tenebrean captain moved his head back at that. There was no doubt now. They were toying with him and his crew, noticing the sounds of the curiously armored figures sitting at the command terminals surrounding the larger armored man that he could see on his own window. There was a stronger feeling of a threat of some sort behind their words. and scans of their ships were telling them that they were both armed and prepped for combat. Turning his head to give the order to keep the cultist flotilla at a distance from them. Before turning back to face the crusader.
"It's not of an offense." He said. "But We would not... you are ordered to disengage your course, this is a restricted region. if you do not disengage. We will be forced to engage and board you."
"I think I'll tell you the word anyway...perhaps it will bring you enlightenment..." Crusader Dralek said. he raised his arm forward, his fingers splayed across the screen.
" the word is...DIE!"