NationStates Jolt Archive

Have you ever seen fire in Zero gravity? Kkrighi had, he fingered the burn mark. The Dead Moons where lifeless, and they had needed to train somehow, so using the ships built with Tsurani Factories, they began to make training feilds inside the ships. This had become usless, and now they wanted more. Now, each warrior had to show his skill in blood, if it containted Hemoglobin, they could burn the mark on. This was their way.

Kkrighi sweated, the ship was moving towards the planet the Tsurani had called Perra (Smoother way of saying Terra) in the system of Solcanris (Canris meaning Traitor, because the Tsurani there started civil war) They would cut down their prey, all of them would return with a mark, or not return at all. They moved soflty through space, with a number of ships following in their wake. For they would gain the honour of becoming a warrior, while the others would be conquering the trechorus scum that where the Canris Tsurani. While they should have been forgotten, the Tsurani had needed a Netral hunting ground, and this would do nicely. So now, the Canris Tsurani would be conquered, and then forever used as prey for the Dead Moons. This was their order.

The ships came in fast, coming to the edge of the Sol looking Every bit the Invasion fleet. Truth to be told, once they reached the planet they would be, but for now, they where just a war fleet in bound, their design unknown. The ships moved fast for their size, an effect of their armour, which was extreamly light. Yes, this would be their fate.

Quick as the light the Elven Craft Ran before the larger craft. The Calaprillian style ships where small, able to move at great speeds with minimal effort. Captin Ellissiana smiled, her fine features looking back at the Moon ships.

"Damn, thats a fine excuse to take the tratiors down" She said smiling. "The Addalions need more hunting grounds, and we can't get them at other places without causeing an incident."

"But Lady" came the words of a shadowy figure in the Coner. "Please remember, we have no word from Terra since the fall, those previously our people could have been conquered."

She frowned. "True, however, we can just ask for those that where taken, and order them to, on their honour, surrender themselves to us."

"But they are proven without Honour" The short reply came.

"Ah, but they will be desprate to get their honour back, now, who are you to trouble my deck?" She said the last with veminence, loosening the blade in her belt.

"I am the tester, you have passed the test, You are now Commander Ellissiana." He smiled, before dissapering.

"Wow, that was unexpected" She said softly.

"What was that commander?" One of her crew asked.

"Nothing nothing, keep going at present speed." Was her far away reply.

OOC Tag because of importence to me.

OOC Oh, that reminds me, just quickly. Any FT nations on Earth control Any of North Africa, because we controled most of that with the Terran Colonies, before hand. If not, I will RP the enemy, otherwise, let me know.

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Gatika was the temporary Boss of Qakukaki while Gehiku was away. She stared at the message screen and sighed. The civil war had already caused enough problems and now they were going to have to fight these Terrans. But when Tsurani calls, Qakukaki will come.

The Qakukakian ships were mostly made of tough, airtight stone. They were blocky and slow and rather ungainly. But they were good transporters.

The Ships went fast, the one with the unproven fastest. Without sending out communications, they moved straight past pluto, then past the rest of them, before coming to Jupiter. They then halted their advance, the first stop was here. The main ships fired a number of missile looking pods at a Silver Space Station, which went in without difficulty, allowing the Addalions to move into the structure.

Kkrighi moved through swiftly, his cloak on. They went through the silver halls swiftly by themselves, he knew three had taken their prizes, and now continued for the fact they needed to take the station. He smiled grimly to himself, before the Alethrian came before him. He halted his steps, looking at the creature before him.

Kkrighi was a brave warrior, but the thing before him was something to fear. It stood his height, covered in Blood Red Chinton. The thing had claws that extended almost to the ground, and its body was structured. In an instant, his bladescleared their base, coming up in an under hand strike. The Creature, not expecting attack, moved faster then he expected, its claws raking through the Addalion body armour as if it where nothing. Cutting wounds onto the cheast. Now, he was scared, but the creature had let the blades go, and he had sliced the things leg off. He pulled out his spear, using the longer weapon to stab the creature through the skull. He looked as the creature died, then felt a mark burning onto his skull. He was now one of them.

Commander Kraaawk sat at the comand seat of the Revenge.
"Okay, so these people..."
"Lessir Tsurani says they are vile traitors." replied Communications Officer Pakaaawp "They spat on the grace of the Ever Kingdom when they chose to folow Duke-"
"Yes, but they're humans, right?"
"Predominantly, sir."
"Ready the Space Pen VII and man 50,000 Chop-jacks."
"Yes, Commander."

Soon afterwards, a huge, black rectangle landed uncerimoniously on Terra. Slowly, the front opened. The first thing to step out resembled a 200-foot chicken, but with deep purple feathers, enormous dragonlike wings and 3 eyes squirming atop tentacles on its head. Its back and wings bristled with laser cannons. It raised its mighty head to the sky and from its razorlike beak came a cry that echoed for many miles: "Squaaaaaaaaawk!"
The monster thundered off into the forest.
Another creature emerged from the Space Pen VII. This one was shorter than the first, but more heavily built and covered with spearlike extrusions. This one had no guns. Its main weapon was more... natural, if you could use that word to describe any of these monstrosities. Deep within the Space Pen, more creatures stirred.

Far from the huge beasts, another Poultran hunting force was assembling. 50,000 of what looked like tiny, armoured helicopters, mounted with its own laser cannon. Behind the tinted glass, each Poultran pilot smiled with anticipation, if you can do that with a beak.