Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 22, 2021 15:46:09 GMT
==Askandar Orbit, Some Time Ago==
Space rippled, then with a bright flash tore open as the hulking form of a Black Sail Battle Cruiser pushed its way back into real space. The event occurred again, and again. Not once, not twice, but a hundred and thirty nine times over the course of a couple minutes. The hundred and forty new arrivals fell into a combat formation and began making their way toward Askandar, though for the moment their weapons remained offline.
"This is Reginald Arnott," The leader of the new arrivals broadcast on every available frequency. "Subjugator 42, send status update on priority frequency six. With that out of the way... would the real Captain Stracken please stand up?"
Stracken raises an eyebrow at the BSO's arrival and depresses his comm button with a grin.
"This is Stracken putting a finger on each hand up."
"Captain Stracken," Reggie greeted switching to a private channel. "My associates and I were sent by Skalia... she's... How do I put this..."
"She been done in Reg. Pushing up daisies. Sleeping with the fishes. She got..."
"She's dead. Yes. Thank you Charlie. She was killed by Red Letter,"
"Pikey cunts." Charlie interjected.
"Who, judging by our best guess, have now taken control of the empire. We intend to take it back,"
"Reg, you just said we were gunna kill the wankers. What's all this about taking an empire now?"
"Charlie, one necessitates the other. Could you keep quiet for five minutes, yeah? Good. Skalia directed us to you for assistance in this... endeavour just before she was..."
"Melted."
"For fucks sake Charlie..."
The BSO are initially met with silence from Stracken, uncomfortable silence is filled with a telepathic response, the gestalt deciding that a less vulnerable form of comms was required for such a sensitive subject.
"I fail to understand, yourclaim she is dead but how? With what was she killed? And what the fuck is a Red letter and how are they controlling the empire?"
"She was stabbed," Charlie answered. "In the soul. Then she melted,"
"How about a little respect Charlie. I don't know the details. Alison is the one who was there. Dectrose was working with Red Letter then Caroline was, then they killed Skalia and tried to kill all of us and every other human they could find."
Stracken rubs his fore head in annoyance, was he cursed to for ever have to clean up the churches shit shows.
"So Skalia is dead, a people i've never heard of are running around starting trouble and but butchering humans."
With a sigh Stracken accesses the broader imperial meta concert and updates his position.
"I am now acting Grand Admiral Stracken, if Skalia has been killed and her assets ceased we are going to need help, i'm open to suggestions."
"We got a hundred and forty ships," Reggie answered.
"More every day," Charlie added.
"Five Subjugators,"
"That's a lot,"
"Amd most importantly we have the neuromancers that designed all their pretty defense systems... is that not enough? More than enough I'd wager."
"And a brief glance over reporting ships, discounting those that were taken by force a while ago, we are down one hundred and twenty six ships, all church vessels including two super dreadnoughts and the far reach itself, I do not mean to be disparaging but it would seem you may need more ships, especially since the missing vessels bar the Far reach are all Psi vessels meaning they engage purely in psionic war fare revolving around telepathic dominance and telekinetic assaults."
"Then why not take the stealthy approach?" Reggie said with a sigh. "We've got five Subjugators. Assassins, highly trained, resilient... combined with the Neuromancers launching an assault in cyberspace..."
He trailed off leaving the thought to hang.
"Oi Adi, what do you think?"
A momemt passed in silence before Reggie spoke again.
"Adi figures we can get more ships once Lethalon and Sol are finished at Rubikon. Aside from that he supposed the Dectrose are a possibility... how 'bout you then?"
"Stealth may be an option, but the cyber assault will fail, church ships unlike the military vessels you were helping protect lack electronic systems, all jobs performed by computers are the responsibility of orchestras aboard them."
"Orchestras made of nanites?"
"Of souls"
He corrects casually.
"Do you think neuromancers could hack souls? They are hacking with their minds aren't they?"
"Charlie please be quiet. Well Stracken if stealth is the way to go we still need to address the problem of finding the bastards, don't we?"
Stracken sits for a few moments, his mind running over his available assets.
"Normally I would suggest using church ships to sniff for the psionic footprints our ships leave.. but that would run the risk of us being betrayed or led into a trap if we picked the wrong ship to guide us, we need to find someone else who can search for our vessels in such a way."
"Well I don't know many psions mate," Reggie answered. "So I guess that's really going to put the ball in your court."
"Perhaps the singers."
Stracken mutters.
"I know not much of them but they could see Nivia in Skalias body so they must have some way to detect us."
"Who's the singers?" Charlie called from the background.
"The one's that walked out of that big pow wow Lethalon went to," Reggie answered.
"Those cunts?" Charlie said with a sigh. "How much longer before I get to bloody shoot someone Reg?"
"Well seems they're the best bet," Reggie said, ignoring Charlie. "Pack it in and lets get going then. Time's awasting,"
Stracken tugs on the cords of the vessels meta concert and the ships FTL systems begin to align for a jump.
"Yes, let us "pack it in""
Space rippled, then with a bright flash tore open as the hulking form of a Black Sail Battle Cruiser pushed its way back into real space. The event occurred again, and again. Not once, not twice, but a hundred and thirty nine times over the course of a couple minutes. The hundred and forty new arrivals fell into a combat formation and began making their way toward Askandar, though for the moment their weapons remained offline.
"This is Reginald Arnott," The leader of the new arrivals broadcast on every available frequency. "Subjugator 42, send status update on priority frequency six. With that out of the way... would the real Captain Stracken please stand up?"
Stracken raises an eyebrow at the BSO's arrival and depresses his comm button with a grin.
"This is Stracken putting a finger on each hand up."
"Captain Stracken," Reggie greeted switching to a private channel. "My associates and I were sent by Skalia... she's... How do I put this..."
"She been done in Reg. Pushing up daisies. Sleeping with the fishes. She got..."
"She's dead. Yes. Thank you Charlie. She was killed by Red Letter,"
"Pikey cunts." Charlie interjected.
"Who, judging by our best guess, have now taken control of the empire. We intend to take it back,"
"Reg, you just said we were gunna kill the wankers. What's all this about taking an empire now?"
"Charlie, one necessitates the other. Could you keep quiet for five minutes, yeah? Good. Skalia directed us to you for assistance in this... endeavour just before she was..."
"Melted."
"For fucks sake Charlie..."
The BSO are initially met with silence from Stracken, uncomfortable silence is filled with a telepathic response, the gestalt deciding that a less vulnerable form of comms was required for such a sensitive subject.
"I fail to understand, yourclaim she is dead but how? With what was she killed? And what the fuck is a Red letter and how are they controlling the empire?"
"She was stabbed," Charlie answered. "In the soul. Then she melted,"
"How about a little respect Charlie. I don't know the details. Alison is the one who was there. Dectrose was working with Red Letter then Caroline was, then they killed Skalia and tried to kill all of us and every other human they could find."
Stracken rubs his fore head in annoyance, was he cursed to for ever have to clean up the churches shit shows.
"So Skalia is dead, a people i've never heard of are running around starting trouble and but butchering humans."
With a sigh Stracken accesses the broader imperial meta concert and updates his position.
"I am now acting Grand Admiral Stracken, if Skalia has been killed and her assets ceased we are going to need help, i'm open to suggestions."
"We got a hundred and forty ships," Reggie answered.
"More every day," Charlie added.
"Five Subjugators,"
"That's a lot,"
"Amd most importantly we have the neuromancers that designed all their pretty defense systems... is that not enough? More than enough I'd wager."
"And a brief glance over reporting ships, discounting those that were taken by force a while ago, we are down one hundred and twenty six ships, all church vessels including two super dreadnoughts and the far reach itself, I do not mean to be disparaging but it would seem you may need more ships, especially since the missing vessels bar the Far reach are all Psi vessels meaning they engage purely in psionic war fare revolving around telepathic dominance and telekinetic assaults."
"Then why not take the stealthy approach?" Reggie said with a sigh. "We've got five Subjugators. Assassins, highly trained, resilient... combined with the Neuromancers launching an assault in cyberspace..."
He trailed off leaving the thought to hang.
"Oi Adi, what do you think?"
A momemt passed in silence before Reggie spoke again.
"Adi figures we can get more ships once Lethalon and Sol are finished at Rubikon. Aside from that he supposed the Dectrose are a possibility... how 'bout you then?"
"Stealth may be an option, but the cyber assault will fail, church ships unlike the military vessels you were helping protect lack electronic systems, all jobs performed by computers are the responsibility of orchestras aboard them."
"Orchestras made of nanites?"
"Of souls"
He corrects casually.
"Do you think neuromancers could hack souls? They are hacking with their minds aren't they?"
"Charlie please be quiet. Well Stracken if stealth is the way to go we still need to address the problem of finding the bastards, don't we?"
Stracken sits for a few moments, his mind running over his available assets.
"Normally I would suggest using church ships to sniff for the psionic footprints our ships leave.. but that would run the risk of us being betrayed or led into a trap if we picked the wrong ship to guide us, we need to find someone else who can search for our vessels in such a way."
"Well I don't know many psions mate," Reggie answered. "So I guess that's really going to put the ball in your court."
"Perhaps the singers."
Stracken mutters.
"I know not much of them but they could see Nivia in Skalias body so they must have some way to detect us."
"Who's the singers?" Charlie called from the background.
"The one's that walked out of that big pow wow Lethalon went to," Reggie answered.
"Those cunts?" Charlie said with a sigh. "How much longer before I get to bloody shoot someone Reg?"
"Well seems they're the best bet," Reggie said, ignoring Charlie. "Pack it in and lets get going then. Time's awasting,"
Stracken tugs on the cords of the vessels meta concert and the ships FTL systems begin to align for a jump.
"Yes, let us "pack it in""