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[INTRO] Covenant Nation Seeks Allies [ATTN Future Tech/Friends of Kriegorgrad]

Smutbucket
20-11-2004, 22:04
OOC: Hi, this is Kriegorgrad and I’ve (finally) decided to try my hand at Future Tech, hope to RP with you guys soon. By the way, as a note, I am the Covenant after High Charity (Covenant homeworld) was taken over by the flood.

IC:




Chapter One: The Exodus

Commander Zerathil stood on the deck; a wild fusion of blues and purples slashed the smooth walls as the gentle hum of the ship’s systems gave a peaceful feel to the covenant capital ship. Zerathil looked out the observation glass on the deck, at the burning world below. High Charity, his golden armour shimmering, almost mimicking his want to land on High Charity and defend it’s holy ground. The parasite had spread from one of the sacred rings and into the Holy City of High Charity.

Zerathil turned to Prophet beside him, it was hard to imagine that the Prophet had once been a mere council member, albeit a high ranking one, but a council member nonetheless, thankfully, the traitorous brutes hadn’t claimed all of the Prophets’ race, the regal creature looked resplendent in it’s floating throne, golden crown towering above his face that sat on his long, lithe neck. Only when the Prophet of Hope turned to him; in acknowledgement, did Zerathil speak.

”My holy Prophet…what shall become of the covenant? We have a fleet yet we have no home! We don’t even have the capability of having an arbiter to guide us through these turbulent times!”

The Prophet spoke, in a low yet high voice that carried with it, extreme confidence, the confidence one would expect of a Prophet.

“The Covenant has sustained far worse Commander, should the Covenant splinter whenever we meet a bump in our path to the Great Journey, we would’ve broken long ago, thankfully, we are stronger than that.”

”But Holy Prophet…what else have we sustained that can outmatch this? The Covenant has never lost it’s home world…I am sorry Holy Prophet, but I cannot see how we are to survive this, the Covenant has never been forced to its knees by a mere parasite!”

”True, but what chance does the Covenant have of surviving if we fail now? Give up, lose all hope. None, it is in hope that we must place our faith. The gods shall deliver us Zerathil, the gods shall.”

“But we are running from our homeworld, why should we run! Why not stand and fight?”

Zerathil looked about to argue but he put fist chest and said biddably, “yes Holy Prophet”

Michi; a high level grunt that was in charge of the administrative duties aboard The Faithful, lay back in his chair; eyes on the ceiling thanks to the low-lying command seat, shut his eyes and was about to drift off to sleep…when a low hissing awoke him, he opened his eyes and they went darting around the room, his beady black eyes finding nothing in the shadows of the room, yet the hissing continued.

Michi strained his ears until he got a vague idea of where the hissing was coming from: him. Michi rolled over to see Zuli, a younger grunt of lower rank, siphoning Michi’s methane! A small exchange of barks and chirrups resulted in Zuli trotting off to start the laborious journey down 3 corridors, lazy as grunts were, it was still ironic that despite their home world dying, the remainder of the Covenant fleet fleeing, the grunts found the time to be lazy.

Michi began to wonder whether he should actually do some work before an elite caught him napping, he decided too and his stubby little fingers began to dart along the holo-panel, he began to check through the mammoth fleet that was fleeing the dying world of High Charity.

Zerathil, commander of a fleet that had only received the distress call when it was too late, returned to High Charity with a large amount of ships to pick up as many refugees as they could, after endless hours of counting, the small number came to 1.7 billion, a pitiful number considering the entire Covenant once numbered around one hundred billion.

Chapter Two: The Silence

For months the fleet kept on, food and water were beginning to run out, the ships were cramped, 1.7 billion was never going to be an easy number to transport on mainly military vessels, military vessels were meant for the holy crusade against humanity, not transporting refugees nor were they meant the transport of a massive amount of foodstuffs, not to mention the grunts’ methane. Zerathil had more talks with the Prophet of Hope, mainly of what to do next, despite the Prophet’s wisdom, he had given few answers.

Commander Zerathil stood on the bridge for days at a time, Zerathil and his fleet had been through numerous solar systems, all of them were dead, not one terra-grade planet in any of them, Zerathil assumed this day would be no different, he was wrong.

While Zerathil was engrossed in one of his talks with the Prophet of Hope, a grunt began to squeal, “SIR! SIR! ME FOUND WATER! WATER!” Zerathil begged the Prophet’s forgiveness and turned to rush to the grunt, “Water, show me! Quickly!” The grunt pulled up a list of data on the holo-panels and Zerathil let the crew cheer, the guttural bellow of the elites mixing with the chirps of the grunts while the screeching of jackals cut through both, many minutes later, when the news had reached the hunters, roars were let loose that rocked the ship.

Not one brute cheered, they had proved themselves an untrustworthy race of traitors, when they had tried to board The Faithful, Zerathil had impaled many on his plasma blade, the arrogant beasts thought that raw strength could over come an elite’s skill, Foolish, arrogant beasts.

“Oh…I knew that there would be a catch” The grunt moaned, “Humans sir…lots of them but they don’t seem to have anything to do with the ones we fought…nothing at all.”

Zerathil turned and strode to the Prophet, “most Holy Prophet, what shall we do?”

A deafening silence filled the bridge, peace with the humans? Unthinkable!

”We shall be to them as brothers of course”

The Prophet gave a slight grin.

”Many of them will know nothing of us, nor our holy war and who’s to say, the ends do not justify the means? No one I say! We shall accept the gullible human race into our bosom and then plunge the blade into their back.”

A cruel, harsh laughter in numerous alien tongues filled the bridge, while the deep boom of hunters roaring in pleasure echoed throughout the ship.

Chapter Three: New Found Friends

Each and every single covenant was made to swear an oath of secrecy, none were to tell the humans of the Prophets grand plan, lest they be branded heretics and cast out from the covenant before being hunted down like dogs.

As soon as the great fleet entered the system, the message was sent on all frequencies, hopefully, the message would land on the right frequency.

We, the sacred Covenant, are a collective of races, blessed and anointed in the Prophets’ guiding light, however, that same light was dealt a foul blow, a blow we shall not speak of now, as this is a new beginning for the covenant, we hope to open diplomatic relations with any who are interested.

Yours,

Commander Zerathil, The Prophet’s will and guardian of Sacred Rings
Smutbucket
20-11-2004, 22:14
BUMP!
Dracun imperium
20-11-2004, 22:18
Tag
Godular
20-11-2004, 22:21
The Dominion finds itself interested in this new prospect, and may be able to assist you in finding a new home.

Perhaps even finding you a different version of... your old home.

OOC: Unless this is a closed thing, of course...
Neo-Mekanta
20-11-2004, 22:46
A Zircon Battleship, accompanied by no less than four Fighter Swarms, drifted carelessly through the black nothingness of space.

Inside, three thousand Zircon warriors stomped around, pretending to be busy. They couldn't help it. The ship was its own entity, a tool of the Goddess. They were simply emulating Human crews, not knowing why. They communicated with with clicks, grunts, and screeches, but the Hivemind made it a useless move.

The entire ship was nothing more than an attempt to emulate the lesser creatures. Kal`kath`XKNTH Xek'tash'ko'mara`KKTD, or simply Hive Lord Xekth as humans refered to him, knew the Goddess had her reasons. As an extreme rarity, a singular Zircon consciousness, Xekth knew he was one of her chosen favorites.

Sitting in a throne, made of the same squishy, rough material the interior walls were formed of, Xekth watched holographic displays mirroring the information he was gaining directly from the Hivemind. The Hive Lord growled menacingly as he saw the great fleet.

Powerful Partners or Plentiful Prey, Hive Lord... Xekth thought to himself, clicking in a Zircon "chuckle" to himself. Standing, he send a standard communications video, showing himself in his cold grey-brown throne room. His advanced vocal nodes were able to form words in almost any language, usefull given how alien Zircon speech was to those who communicate with Terrans.

A deep, booming voice seemingly many voices in one, issued from Xekth's "face" as he spoke.


-Transmission-

I, Kal`kath`XKNTH Xek'tash'ko'mara`KKTD, greet you.

It is the will of our Goddess that we greet those creatures not of Her Will. It is thus that I bring you the Goddess Minagoroshi's greetings. We wish to speak with you, to determine if you are those we would call friend... or those we would see no longer exist...
Smutbucket
20-11-2004, 23:15
OOC: Nope, this is totally open, thanks.

IC: Zerathil was busy speaking to the Prophet when a reply chimed in, not one, two replies chimed in, "It appears we have drawn interest, most Holy Prophet," Zerathil growled, "What can one expect Commander, we are a new collective of races, of course we are to draw eyes and attention."

Zerathil gave a salute; in the form of a fist to chest, to Prophet before turning and striding to the communcations holo-panel, at which a plump grunt sat, the grunt, "Zuli," seemed tired, Zerathil let him know it, "Wake up!" Zerathil barked, a light clip behind the head went a long way in waking the grunt from it's semi-slumber.

The grunt gave himself a quick scratch on the back of his head where Zerathil's "light" clip had landed, a small barrage of angry chittering emitted from the plump grunt before his hands started to fly over the holo-panel, showing the first message.

"The Dominion finds itself interested in this new prospect, and may be able to assist you in finding a new home.

Perhaps even finding you a different version of... your old home."

Zerathil began to dictate the message back to the Godularians.

We are pleased that you are interested in helping us and we are also flattered, we hope to improve relations and the like.

Also, we are extremely interested in your kind offer to help us find a new home world, we would love to pursue that further, I'd like to write more but I'm afraid other duties are calling me away.

When Zerathil was done with the diplomatic message, it didn't change his mood one bit. "Move Zuli!" Zerathil told the notoriously lazy grunt, how he had managed to be the ships Comms Officer, Zerathil had not clue. The grunt quickly clambered out of the holo-seat moments before Zerathil leapt into it, Zerathil's hands began to move at a slower pace than the grunt's but it wasn't the slow, plodding speed of those not accustomed to holo-panels.

After much tinkering, Zerathil came up with the crystal clear image of a fleshy...thing, Zerathil wasn't quite sure what to call it but he decided it would be best for the Covenant that they stay friendly with it.

Zerathil opened a comm. link and waited for the imaging and audio to connect, a small chime came in, telling Zerathil that it was ready.

Zerathil's face came onto the screen.

<<<Transmission Begins>>>

Greetings, my name is Zerathil, I am Commander of the Fleet, The Prophet’s will and guardian of the Sacred Rings, our Prophet sends his wishes. We would like to speak with you and perhaps have relations of amiability rather than hostility.

<<<Transmission Ends>>>
Smutbucket
21-11-2004, 00:59
BUMP!
Kriegorgrad
21-11-2004, 11:39
BUMP!
Neo-Mekanta
21-11-2004, 20:52
Not waiting, Xekth sent off a return message.


-Transmission

Excellent.

We shall approach, so that we may speak more closely.
Phalanix
21-11-2004, 21:08
Orbital Station Renegade
"Ma'am we got inbound ships. They seem friendly."
"Dispatch a Hell class. Signal the new fleet of our existance. And also load up as many AE as we can get on the Hell class. I have a bad feeling about this."
Slowly one fo the radar/scanner opperators whispered to his partner "She has a bad feeling about everything. Even the food dipenser."

Outside on the docking area of the station
"PSN Holy Fire you have the green light. Take her out."
"Copy that Renegade. I'll see ya in afew hours. Better have the roast ready."
"We will. Renegade out."

The massive 9.5km super cruiser gracefuly flew through the void of space towards the Covenant ships. "Com. Send them the message." "Yes captain."

Message to unknown ships
This is the PSN Holy Fire of the Shadow Realm of Phalanix. We would like to know if you are in need of asistance and your intentions here.


OCC:If any catches the joke I placed in this post they get a cookie!