Cam III
16-12-2004, 20:26
The black ship was closing in on Prospero, it was dubbed the Soul Drinker's Revenge, on the bridge stood Honosu. He was clad in a dark purple armour, with bone trims. In his hands was the Soul Spear, which glowed with blue energy.
'How long 'till contact?' He asked his Brother-Chaplain Seran.
'We are within weapons range...now.' Seran responded, watching the large ship infront of them.
'Good, open fire.'
The Sould Drinker's Revenge was the second most powerful ship in the Prospero system, bar The Final Prophecy. This was the ship they were facing. Thousands of missiles streaked out of the Sould Drinker's Revenge, heading straight towards Cam III's ship...
Prospero:
Two Terminators in dark armour decorated with bone trim marched into the bridge, each carrying a long, wide-bladed scythe. Their helmets were carved to resemble screaming skulls, which evoked much terror in their enemies. The Terminators took up postion either side of a throne made out of bones as a winged skeleton, no larger than a child, flapped into the bridge on fragile-looking wings with thin, membranous remenats of tattered vestements fluttering between each of it's wing bones. It settles upon the throne and squatted there, silently regarding the crew around it. Brass wire glittered at its joints and there was a tiny suspenser generator attached to the spine between its wings.
A tall figure, clad in armour of bone entered the bridge. His movements were slow and unhurried, every step considered and solemn. His breastplate was formed from long ribs, bent and fashioned into shape, the Imperial eagle at it's centre as skeletal as the winged familiar that watched the proccedings below. Every piece of this warrior's armour, from the greaves to the vambrace, cuissart and gorget was formed from bone. He carried a gigantic scythe, its blade silvered and sharp, the haft gleaming ebony.
Cam III had entered the bridge. His long, silver hair was tied in numerous crystal-wrapped braids reaching to the small of his back and his coal-dark skin resembeled a lunar landscape, cratered and ridged with numberless wrinkles. A long, forked white beard fell to His waist, waxed into sharp points.
The crew around him did not turn to watch the proceedings, to do so was to domm thenselves. They carried on working, taking the ISSD into orbit around Prospero. The ship held orbit, waiting for the rest of the fleel. While they waited ten Thunderhawks left the ship and headed to the planet, to the capitol: Tarsis Ultra.
Eventully the reached it and swooped over the buildings, Captain Ventris was on board the lead Thunderhawk and saw burning near the Palace of Peace. He motioned for the pilot to head over there to see what was going on. The other Thunderhawks headed back to The Final Prophecy. The black Thunderhawk reached the now obvious fires, there were many. The ship dropped lower so that Ventris could see the comotion below, thousnads of Soul Drinkers lined the streets killing citezens left right and centre.
"What the hell! Take us down over there!" Ventris shouted to the pilot, pointing to the lawns of the Palace of Peace.
"There are too many people!" The pilot protested.
"Kill them!"
The Thunderhawk swooped down and the retros incinerated at least 15 people before the rest scattered. The Thunderhawk touched down, hundreds of projectiles were aimed at it, from Space Marines to citezans. Ventris walked out and spoke to the people, in a booming voice, "What is going on!? Return to your homes!" He turned to his squad by his side, "Start firing on my command."
The rebellion has begun...
The Final Prophecy:
'My lord,' a serf approched Cam III, 'weapons fire incoming!'
Cam III stood up, 'Raise void shields and return fire. Who is it from?'
The serf looked at his panels, 'Honsou!'
'What?! Hail them!'
'How long 'till contact?' He asked his Brother-Chaplain Seran.
'We are within weapons range...now.' Seran responded, watching the large ship infront of them.
'Good, open fire.'
The Sould Drinker's Revenge was the second most powerful ship in the Prospero system, bar The Final Prophecy. This was the ship they were facing. Thousands of missiles streaked out of the Sould Drinker's Revenge, heading straight towards Cam III's ship...
Prospero:
Two Terminators in dark armour decorated with bone trim marched into the bridge, each carrying a long, wide-bladed scythe. Their helmets were carved to resemble screaming skulls, which evoked much terror in their enemies. The Terminators took up postion either side of a throne made out of bones as a winged skeleton, no larger than a child, flapped into the bridge on fragile-looking wings with thin, membranous remenats of tattered vestements fluttering between each of it's wing bones. It settles upon the throne and squatted there, silently regarding the crew around it. Brass wire glittered at its joints and there was a tiny suspenser generator attached to the spine between its wings.
A tall figure, clad in armour of bone entered the bridge. His movements were slow and unhurried, every step considered and solemn. His breastplate was formed from long ribs, bent and fashioned into shape, the Imperial eagle at it's centre as skeletal as the winged familiar that watched the proccedings below. Every piece of this warrior's armour, from the greaves to the vambrace, cuissart and gorget was formed from bone. He carried a gigantic scythe, its blade silvered and sharp, the haft gleaming ebony.
Cam III had entered the bridge. His long, silver hair was tied in numerous crystal-wrapped braids reaching to the small of his back and his coal-dark skin resembeled a lunar landscape, cratered and ridged with numberless wrinkles. A long, forked white beard fell to His waist, waxed into sharp points.
The crew around him did not turn to watch the proceedings, to do so was to domm thenselves. They carried on working, taking the ISSD into orbit around Prospero. The ship held orbit, waiting for the rest of the fleel. While they waited ten Thunderhawks left the ship and headed to the planet, to the capitol: Tarsis Ultra.
Eventully the reached it and swooped over the buildings, Captain Ventris was on board the lead Thunderhawk and saw burning near the Palace of Peace. He motioned for the pilot to head over there to see what was going on. The other Thunderhawks headed back to The Final Prophecy. The black Thunderhawk reached the now obvious fires, there were many. The ship dropped lower so that Ventris could see the comotion below, thousnads of Soul Drinkers lined the streets killing citezens left right and centre.
"What the hell! Take us down over there!" Ventris shouted to the pilot, pointing to the lawns of the Palace of Peace.
"There are too many people!" The pilot protested.
"Kill them!"
The Thunderhawk swooped down and the retros incinerated at least 15 people before the rest scattered. The Thunderhawk touched down, hundreds of projectiles were aimed at it, from Space Marines to citezans. Ventris walked out and spoke to the people, in a booming voice, "What is going on!? Return to your homes!" He turned to his squad by his side, "Start firing on my command."
The rebellion has begun...
The Final Prophecy:
'My lord,' a serf approched Cam III, 'weapons fire incoming!'
Cam III stood up, 'Raise void shields and return fire. Who is it from?'
The serf looked at his panels, 'Honsou!'
'What?! Hail them!'