Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 18:18:30 GMT
EARLIER...
CONTACT ESTABLISHED.
COMM SIGNAL SOURCE:- VASTRA RESEARCH OUTPOST 77.
-Command, come in! Those Idiots Have destroyed the Shied over the dig Site! The Memory Shard, It's Awake! A BackLash Pulse isn't going to be Far behind! Are there any Protocols Still up? Command Do you Read me? Repeating, Initiate all Backlash Protocal- (Transmission Signal Lost)
(Re-Acquiring Transmission Signal) -ts going to Suffuse to the systems of ever- (Transmission Signal lost.)
(Re-Acquiring Transmission Signal) -lack Code Black! Containment Failure! Its Awake, Contact the Gorgamon. Situation Critical, Code Bleed-through. Repeating, Code Bleed-through.
== (O) ==
None of the Them ever saw it coming, The Vessels of the Immortal and Tenebrean Empire, The ones who's Struggle to gain some sort of Ground in the Rapidly losing battle had brought two small combat groups within the orbit of The Ancient and ruin riddled moon. Even the Few Odd Vessels of the Flux Ascendancy that had followed under their Temporal Veils. Turning the fight in the Immortal empires Favor with their unseen Barrages of the Tenebrean War cruiser's and Carrier Destroyers.
Never saw the Invisible Surging pulse Burst froth from the Frozen ruins of the Psudo-Moon, surprising them all as it slammed into the Converging groups. Shaking Vessels from end to end, sending Crew members throughout them Sprawling and Sending Equipment in disarray.
Systems Went Dark, Pilots and Bridge crews giving their co pilots and Captains confused looks as consoles Before them simply went black, Before Rebooting in Powerful Surges and Painful Whines that had them Doubled over and covering their Ear's.
Their captains and officers calling orders to get things back under control, to continue their Collective assaults and Defenses, a split second before every door, hatch, and airlock on their vessels opened Wide, Venting Atmospheres, Air Escaping into the Void as Blood would from a Slit Throat, dragging Crew out with it. Gravity Failing throughout the Warships. on the vessels of the Immortal empire, Crewmen and troops found themselves falling Pray to their own internal defenses as the turrets mounted on their own Walls turned on them. While on the ships of the Tenebrean Fleet, Tenebrean's and Calvaras alike found themselves Pulverized as Gravity systems Began Shifting Rapidly. their Bodies being crushed and Smashed under their own Weight and Inverted Gravity.
Their Crew's finished, The previously Warring Fleet (Soon to be known among the Soldiers of the War to some as "the Lost Division's of Exceion"), Now devoid of their Crew's "Any that had survived soon to die from eventual and inevitable Oxygen Starvation" Turned in Unison away from each other, their Pilotless fighter ships and drones Returning to them in Organized Swarms, the Ascendancy Ships shedding their Cloaks that had hid them so well from the other vessels. Before Engaging their individual FTL Drives in all directions. almost as if They had Business elsewhere that needed attending to. Leaving the orbit above the dark moon Empty, save for the Bodies of their Crew.
Do you see them? The looks of Confusion, Surprise, and Fear frozen on their faces? Floating in the Airless Void of Space, from the lowest Engineer, to the Highest Ranking officers and Soldiers. their own Frozen Monuments.
Perhaps you would see the Look frozen on the Face of one of the children of the Unwell, A Realization Mayhaps caught in his mind in his last moment. That something else had Found him and his People without use or need, Had cast them out as one Would Trash or rubbish along with the others, Had found them Worthy of Erasure.
CONTACT ESTABLISHED.
COMM SIGNAL SOURCE:- VASTRA RESEARCH OUTPOST 77.
-Command, come in! Those Idiots Have destroyed the Shied over the dig Site! The Memory Shard, It's Awake! A BackLash Pulse isn't going to be Far behind! Are there any Protocols Still up? Command Do you Read me? Repeating, Initiate all Backlash Protocal- (Transmission Signal Lost)
(Re-Acquiring Transmission Signal) -ts going to Suffuse to the systems of ever- (Transmission Signal lost.)
(Re-Acquiring Transmission Signal) -lack Code Black! Containment Failure! Its Awake, Contact the Gorgamon. Situation Critical, Code Bleed-through. Repeating, Code Bleed-through.
== (O) ==
None of the Them ever saw it coming, The Vessels of the Immortal and Tenebrean Empire, The ones who's Struggle to gain some sort of Ground in the Rapidly losing battle had brought two small combat groups within the orbit of The Ancient and ruin riddled moon. Even the Few Odd Vessels of the Flux Ascendancy that had followed under their Temporal Veils. Turning the fight in the Immortal empires Favor with their unseen Barrages of the Tenebrean War cruiser's and Carrier Destroyers.
Never saw the Invisible Surging pulse Burst froth from the Frozen ruins of the Psudo-Moon, surprising them all as it slammed into the Converging groups. Shaking Vessels from end to end, sending Crew members throughout them Sprawling and Sending Equipment in disarray.
Systems Went Dark, Pilots and Bridge crews giving their co pilots and Captains confused looks as consoles Before them simply went black, Before Rebooting in Powerful Surges and Painful Whines that had them Doubled over and covering their Ear's.
Their captains and officers calling orders to get things back under control, to continue their Collective assaults and Defenses, a split second before every door, hatch, and airlock on their vessels opened Wide, Venting Atmospheres, Air Escaping into the Void as Blood would from a Slit Throat, dragging Crew out with it. Gravity Failing throughout the Warships. on the vessels of the Immortal empire, Crewmen and troops found themselves falling Pray to their own internal defenses as the turrets mounted on their own Walls turned on them. While on the ships of the Tenebrean Fleet, Tenebrean's and Calvaras alike found themselves Pulverized as Gravity systems Began Shifting Rapidly. their Bodies being crushed and Smashed under their own Weight and Inverted Gravity.
Their Crew's finished, The previously Warring Fleet (Soon to be known among the Soldiers of the War to some as "the Lost Division's of Exceion"), Now devoid of their Crew's "Any that had survived soon to die from eventual and inevitable Oxygen Starvation" Turned in Unison away from each other, their Pilotless fighter ships and drones Returning to them in Organized Swarms, the Ascendancy Ships shedding their Cloaks that had hid them so well from the other vessels. Before Engaging their individual FTL Drives in all directions. almost as if They had Business elsewhere that needed attending to. Leaving the orbit above the dark moon Empty, save for the Bodies of their Crew.
Do you see them? The looks of Confusion, Surprise, and Fear frozen on their faces? Floating in the Airless Void of Space, from the lowest Engineer, to the Highest Ranking officers and Soldiers. their own Frozen Monuments.
Perhaps you would see the Look frozen on the Face of one of the children of the Unwell, A Realization Mayhaps caught in his mind in his last moment. That something else had Found him and his People without use or need, Had cast them out as one Would Trash or rubbish along with the others, Had found them Worthy of Erasure.