NationStates Jolt Archive

In our colony of El Conado a horrible disease has broken out across the planet. People's faces are being eaten away in some rare cases. People lose limbs due to constant infections, people have hands that implode and shrivel up. There is blood everywhere because people will randomly bleed for no apparent reason. Everyone who has gotten the disease has died. This disease is highly contageous. Many have had body parts just go numb for no reason and then the veins and capilaries completely burst and the blood slowly cuts through the skin and then blood shoots out and tears the rest of the skin on the body part.

Most people are getting horrible disgusting rashes that turn dark green and dark puple with black in the middle. Some people have had bones just fracture and brake. Help is needed.

OOC: Is this FT or MT?

The Federation has gotten your plead for aid and is willing to send a convoy of medical ships escotrted by star ships along with supplies and research ships Give us the location of your planet and we will send aid at once.

Lucian watched the news with glee; countless suffered under the power of Nurgle. Watch how he warped flesh and blood; turned body against itself. This was power.

"This is Lord Lucian of the Chronosian Imperium. In the name of Lord Nurgle; we come to claim this disease, to sample its raw power. You have been blessed by the touch of Papa Nurgle; Master of all decay and disease. We shall come forth, and reap our harvest."

Leonard McCoy, President of Trekys, reads the communication in his office. He was sitting here signing laws into effect or vetoing others when his aid, John, broke in and showed him the communication.

"Is anyone else sendign aid john?" asked the President

"The Fedral Union is.....and we think Chronosia is going to be "harvesting" this disease...." said john, lettign his voice trail

"hrmm....to be used as a weapon?" asked the President, "you know what, don't answer, we will send aid immediatly"
--2 hours later--

The United States of Trekys shall be sending 3 of its finest science vessels, as well as a Freedom Class Destroyer and a Utopia Class Crusier filled with medical supplies for your populace, thats 9200 tons. Also, Trekys condemns any nation who goes to El Conado and studies this disease to be used as a weapon. It seems to be very painful and disgusting and should not be used as a weapon. The USTS Freedom Class Hope-Flies, USTS Utopia Class Reign Terror and the three science vessels will be there within 15 days of this transmission. We hope that one of us can find a cure. Good Day
-President Leonard McCoy
President of the United States of Trekys

"The Imperium shall do what its wishes. This is willed by the Gods; Nurgle sends forth death and decay, disease to flood the mortal realm; and we his servants must harvest the fruits of his work. Heretics who know nothing of Nurgle shall condemn us"

The transmission switched to visual; showing the plague ridden, disease ravaged glory of Lucian, his tortured, in some places putrefying flesh glimmering with dark power and promise.

"Such is the will of Nurgle; such is the way of the Universe"

President Leonard McCoy is a strong willed man, very little can scare him or make him sick. But seeing this beings face, cause what he is no one on his staff is quite sure, but whatever it is made the President almost puke and scream out in fear.

"What is this nurgle?" asked the President, more to himself and his staff then to the screen, " it must be something hideous....for that....is not human."

"Sir...there is little we can do to stop them, they seem intent on taking what this "Nurgle" made or gave" said Vice President Alfred John

"I know...and I don't want anything to occur between our ships when they arrive and theirs..."said the President, "But tell them to stay on Battle Alert just in case..."

As these things were spoken, the President did not remove his sight from the screen showing this being of evil in all its power....in all its awe....in all its scariness

"Nurgle is a God. He who inspires fear in men who do not understand him. They do not see his gifts. Not as we, his true servants do. Nurgle sends forth disease; death and decay to the realm of man, to show that all things must die. For countless centuries we have worshipped; we have collected. I have...incubated within my own flesh, his gifts. The Sorcerors of our kind seek to purify and control to greater extents; but none are such as I. Lucian; Primarch of the Imperium; Blessed of Nurgle and host..."

Hissing, seething; he gasped as he felt the delightful pain surge through his flesh. Insects swarmed from his armor, surrounding him and crawling upon his armor.

"-to the hive..."

the Kaduna parliment has allowed 2 medical ships to be sent to El Conado, by estimates they will arrive in exactly 3 days.

At that moment, the cybernetic emotion chip the president has (cause the president is a thing like Data from trek, he's been my only president lol) exploded and the President shut down. The chip was not designed to withstand the amount of fear that image on the screen produced.

"My God...He is not human..." said the Vice President, "You are something out of hell, i must say. This communication is over"

As the Vice President said this, the screen went black and showed the Flag of Trekys on the screen. The Presidential Aid, John, went over and started to help pick up the President. The Vice President went over toe help, as did the rest of the staff. They brought the President ot the Medical Bay, although it could be called more like an Engineering Bay

--34 minutes later--
The President opened up his eyes. He looked around the room, he was sitting not lying down, but there was still bright lights being flashed into his eyes...He began to talk but couldn't. He heard a voice, it sounded very far away..

"Mr. President, this is Doctor Bermen, you know me, remember? You suffered a shut down becuase your Emotion chip exploded. The fear that was generated was to much for it to handle i'm afraid..." said the Doctor. The doctor then messed around inside the Presidents Skull and the president then had the ability to speak agian

"That thing....was not human...it looked human, or atleast i think udner what was left of its flesh...Tell the ships beign sent out there to continual scan their crews and ships. I don't want them doing any more damage to that poor populace as long as we are there" said the President, "If you want me, i'll be in my bedroom....res...ting..."

The President then got up, closed his skull and began to walk. He wished he though about shuttign down the Dreaming part of his cyber brain, but decided not to...he would of had the upcoming nightmares if he was human and he still considered himself a human.

--Out in the Void of Jump Space--
"Captian, Trekys Command sent us another communication, its a communication from some other nation and orders. We are to watch this nations ships and crews while at the planet sir" said the communications officer

"Show us the nations communication son" said the Captian

On the main screen, the Chronosiain Communication was played, in all its darkness and fearful awe.

The 50 ships that tore free from the Warp; leaving foul and terrible omens in their wake, as they screamed back into real space, dripping with fire from that dark realm beyond, could easily be mistaken for great floating cathedrals.
Their gothic exteriors were marred with gargoyles and other decorations; and covered in foul and seeping runes. Runes dedicated to Nurgle; Pestilant Master of Disease.

Upon the deck of the largest ship, Lucian sat upon a throne of rotting flesh and half sentient matter; a great and terrible gauntlet carressing its foul surface as he gazed out. Candles burned in the chamber; green wax fading into smoky discharge.

"We have arrived..." Came the cold hiss of the PlagueLord; Master of the Plague Fleets.

Countless heavily armored and well-armed plague barges stood ready to serve him; their weapons already heated if they were to be opposed; their scuttling, plague-infested and half human crews, had all sworn oaths to Nurgle and to Lucian...

Captian John Franks was Captian of The USTS Freedom Class Hope-Flies. She was a beautiful ship, 1.45 Km long, with mayn stunning weapons along its sides. It had 1200 crewmembers, as well as 450 marines and 250 pilots. She was a stunning ship. Behind her, the USTS Reign Terror, a Utopia Class Cruiser, was making its way through Jump Space. Nine days earlier, they had watched the gruesome communication from the Chronosian Leader...if he was the leader.
John tought about it afterwards...he was somewhat stunned that something with marred and dying flesh could live....especially with those bugs around and within him. Unlike hi bridge crew, though, he was not scared, he'd seen many other scary things in the Universe, and this was just another part of the collection.

"Sir, the Probes we sent out ahead of us the other day have made it to the System...Sir, their scans are showing massive ships in the area, unknown amount." said the comm officer, "their weapons are charged sir"

"Tell the tactical crews to stand-by, we will put them on battle alert right before we leave jump space. Tell the Reign Terror what the probes have seen." ordered the Captian, "O and LT, tell them to prep bombers and fighters, we may need them."

"aye Sir, what about the science ships?" asked the LT

"Tell them to stay behind us, and if worst comes to worst, either make for the planet and land or break back into Jump Space and head for our home system, Rigel." siad the Captian

"Yes sir" said the LT

The Captian was used to fire fights...he had to protect Trekys science ships before, 5 years ago out in the deep void of space, as they were studying a nubula, they were attacked by 3 pirate ships. He only had a Utopia Class Cruiser, but was able to destroy every single one...but at a price, he lost his ship. 75% of the crew made it to escape pods, he wanted to stay but was knocked out by his commander and pushed into one...that man saved his life, but also made it a living nightmare cause he didn't go down with his ship...

"I'll be in my quarters if you want me" said the captian

--5 Days Later--
"Catpian, we are 15 minutes away from entering normal space" said the helmsman

"Roger that, put all crews on Battle Alert, deflectors up. I want figthers and bombers to launch at the first sign of trouble" said the Captian

"Aye Sir" said Ensign Kim, tactical Officer

The 15 minutes went by extremely slow, but they finally made it back into normal space. The ships Jump Cores shut down and began recharging, it would take 10 hours until they can jump agian. The Destroyer, Cruiser and 3 Science ships started for the planet, but the tactical officer screamed out not 1 minute after they re-entered normal space

"SIR, detecting many vessels out there...um...i tihnk they are the Chronosians sir" said the ensign

"Hail them LT" said the Captian, "This is Captian John Franks of the USTS Freedom Class Destroyer Hope-Flies, we are here to help these people find a cure, will you let us pass? or will we have to settle this on other terms?"

The captian waited for a reponse...sure this was probably nuetral space for his 5 ships and that....fleet, and that didn't warrent such a hostile tone, but he didn't want to seem weak in the eyes of these...things, beings whatever they are called.

Meanwhile 10 federation star ships drooped out of warp there hulls being lighten up by the near by star there saucer sections gleaming , and there nacelles glowing a light blue color, even the USS titan the flag ship warped in, its brand spanking new Phasers torpedoes, Temporal plasma emplacements and pods were some what visible on its hull and saucer, the shiny yet some what rough textures shining on the light. 8 medical and 12 research ships fallowed behind, seeing enemy ships they formed up behind the 10 star ships,


the lead ship the titan, sent a communication to the Chronosian forces saying ‘this is the federation task force knighting gale, if you do any hostile action against us we will defend our selves we are hear to protect and help these people do

"Shall we send aid?"
"of course."
"And what about a sample?"
"We shall exchange."
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The Nation of Zatarack is willing to send aid in return we wish for a sample of this disease.

"Shall we send aid?"
"of course."
"And what about a sample?"
"We shall exchange."
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The Nation of Zatarack is willing to send aid in return we wish for a sample of this disease.


The only way to harness this disease which has been named SSMWDDS for Severe Skin Mutating Warping Deat and Decay Sydrome is to give you an actuall human.

Darth Vaclavious of Zactarn Prime which owns El Conado is deeply grateful for all the help.

OOC: If anyone can think of a better name for the disease I'm all ears. Well I'm on the computer so I'm all speakers

We think you should call it the "Blood Corruptor."

And we would take a corpse if it is acceptable.

The only way to harness this disease which has been named SSMWDDS for Severe Skin Mutating Warping Deat and Decay Sydrome is to give you an actuall human.

Darth Vaclavious of Zactarn Prime which owns El Conado is deeply grateful for all the help.

OOC: If anyone can think of a better name for the disease I'm all ears. Well I'm on the computer so I'm all speakers

WARNING: This disease SSMWDDS is higly contagious our doctors even with medical suits and masks have caught the disease we must warn you and are not to be held responsible for any harm done to anyone. Thank you.

Deadly and Sincerley,
Darth Vaclavious

The proper name for this contagion is the Todverfall virus. Translation is Death, and decay. It was the product of covert research at the hands of a dangerous enemy, siezed by Leafanistan after their defeat, it was sold into the international market by a corrupt LPF officer. There is no known cure, there is no known vaccine. The virus is meant to be highly variable and mutate very quickly.

OOC: Sorry for jumping in like this, I did for a while have a secret RP with the Kingdom of Radioactive Zombies, and they released something similar to this on me. Just horrific rotting of the flesh and the like. He said to me he used bioreactors to combine Ebola, HIV, and smallpox, which is rumoured (by a Russian defector who worked for Bioprepriat (sp?)) to have been done by the Russians.

The proper name for this contagion is the Todverfall virus. Translation is Death, and decay. It was the product of covert research at the hands of a dangerous enemy, siezed by Leafanistan after their defeat, it was sold into the international market by a corrupt LPF officer. There is no known cure, there is no known vaccine. The virus is meant to be highly variable and mutate very quickly.

OOC: Sorry for jumping in like this, I did for a while have a secret RP with the Kingdom of Radioactive Zombies, and they released something similar to this on me. Just horrific rotting of the flesh and the like. He said to me he used bioreactors to combine Ebola, HIV, and smallpox, which is rumoured (by a Russian defector who worked for Bioprepriat (sp?)) to have been done by the Russians.


Yes that disease is very much like this but not the same because this disease has the charachteristics of Cancer and Diabetes as well.

The disease is spreading rapidly and uncontrolably the planet has now enabled the containment sheild and ships must go through the entrance at the south end of the planet and must show a doctor ID and will be given a suit and mask http://www.dlbfilms.com/-fzpage/FZ,-many-rad-suits.jpg to wear. They will leave at the exit right next to the entrance and they will burn the suit and continue on. If you do not go through the entrace or exit you will be disnigrated.

Captian John Franks looked out at the odd looking ships, with decorations on them.
"LT, get me a comm patch thru to the science vessels" said the captian

"Aye sire," said the LT, "patch enabled"

"This is Captian John Franks of the USTS Hope-Flies, you Science vessels are being ordered to begin helping with finding a disease. Word has gotten thru that its contagious, even with a suit on so have the bodies of the dead brought on board in a containment feild, only use robots to operate. Do you copy?" asked the Captian

"Yes we do sir, we'll be back later captian." said the commander of the science vessel

--5 minutes later at El Conado--
"This is Commander Zeph of te USTS Science Vessel Cornado, my ships are ready to take on the dead only. We request that you bring them upto us. Once here, our robotic surgeons will take them and transfer them to my ships via containment feild boxes. Do you understand?" asked Commander Zeph as the three science vessels go into a stationary orbit.

OOC: Woo! Fun!

Secret IC: "How have you been since we last spoke, Natick?" the Director asked. True to form, his hands were steepled and his eyes hidden behind highly reflective glasses.
"Standard, sir," Natick replied. Prick, he thought.
"We understand you had some...difficulty...on your last mission," the Director said.
"You could say that, sir," Natick said. "Agents from the Ministry of Justice tracked me to Parthia."
"So, they know your face now," the Director said. "Unfortunate. You'll have to undergo more cosmetic surgery. After your next mission."
"Sir?" Natick said. "I was told I would be up for some leave."
"Yes, but we have need of your services again," the Director said. "Have you heard of Zactarn Prime?"
"Can't say I have," Natick said.
"It's one of those interstellar empires you hear about now and again. They have a colony on a planet called 'El Conado,' which, unfortunately for them, has been stricken with a rather spectacular plague."
Natick took a moment to digest this. "You want to send me into space," he said. It was not a question.
"Sharp as always, Mr. Natick," the Director said. If there was any sarcasm intended, Natick couldn't hear it in his voice. His face, as always, was inscrutable. "We are sending a research team to the planet to assist Zactarn Prime in finding a cure or treatment for the disease. Naturally, we wish to retrieve a sample for ourselves. We expect the scientists to be able to handle it, but just as a precaution, we're also sending along a squad of BioSWAT agents. You will be leading them."
"Fantastic," Natick said. The sarcasm in his voice could have poisoned a small animal. "How do you propose to get us there?"
"The Ministry's High Energy Physics Division has been working on something that might help us with that," the Director said. "A tachyon pulse generator. We may be able to use it to request a FTL transport from Zactarn Prime. They have agreed to let us borrow it for the time being." The director slid a briefcase over his desk. "The details of the operation are in there, along with a full description of the disease. It looks like a Level V pathogen, so pack accordingly."

In his quarters, Natick scanned the briefing on the disease. Limb loss, necrosis, hemorrhage--violent hemorrhage, lesions, tumors, bone brittleness...wow, 100% mortality rate..."highly contagious." Real specific there...this thing is like the Holy Grail of bioweapons. No wonder they're willing to shoot me into space for it. Natick picked up a phone and dialed the Field Research department. "This is Natick. I'm going to need the works for this one."

"Public" IC:

Official Communication
Ximean Ministry of Science and Technology
Bio-Sciences Division

To: Surgeon General
Zactarn Prime
From: _______________

We are deeply saddened to hear of the horrific plague which has struck your world of El Conado. Given Ximea's position at the forefront of biomedical technology on our world, we consider it our duty to aid in any capacity we can offer. We wish to send a fully-equipped science team to El Conado to assist your scientists in finding a cure or treatment for the disease.

The Bio-Sciences Division has made profound leaps in the fields of biology and medicine, but Ximea lags far behind your nation in space colonization and propulsion. The very device on which we transmit this message to you is experimental. We request transport to El Conado for our science team, which consists of twenty researchers and technicians, ten security personnel, and three tons of specialized equipment, and a five-ton portable quarantine lab unit.

We hope to be able to assist you soon.

"To those who are hailing us; the intentions of the Imperium are to attain and utilise the virus currently ravaging the world. We shall fire on all who interfere with our mission. This is the will of Lord Lucian, exhalted of Nurgle"

At this moment, Lord Lucian was readying with his Plague Marines; Men loaded into drop pods and manned drop ships; they prepared to plunge, gloriously through the atmosphere to the world below...

In a lone chamber, candles blazed and sigils shimmered, lining the floor and walls in a sickly green light. Lucian came to stand in the midst of it, chanting softly under his breath; his time was drawing near...

The United states will not allow you to use this illness as a weapon, and if you do attempt to use it as a weapon, we will open fire on your ships, and we will send assault troops down to the planet to stop you if need. The message was broadcasted on a wide frequency, as the titan and other star ships floated in formations there lights blinking, the science and medical ships beginning to beam down personell in hazmat suits and people in science suits.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen....if thats what you are known as Lord Lucian. Captian of the TFU ship, we are allies no? would you fire on us?" asked the Captian, "Lord Lucian, any attempt to take the virus off the planet will be dealt with pain and suffering on your part. I don't think you wish to start a war over something as frivolous as a virus, now do you? We are all here in peace...so lets start getting peaceful"

With that, the Captian made a kill gesture adn the transmission was muted for a moment...
"LT, hail Trekys Space Command, tell them we may require more ships" said the Captian

"Aye sir, hailing now....."said the LT, "...........................Sir, they've responded, they were expecting this, so shortly before we left put the 3rd Fleet on high alert. 25 ships can be here within 15 days, 10 if they push it to the maximum sir."

"That won't be needed, just tell them we may require two more Utopia Crusiers. I don't want this to escalate into a war, last thing we need is to start a war over a virus...." said the captian, Which is what i just told them...heh he tought, "Unmute them LT."

"Aye sir....unmuting" said the LT

Lucian chuckled softly; ignoring the transmission as it echoed through his ship. He gestured softly with his hand; runes and machinery crackling in the chamber. He chanted, soft words drifting from his disease infested lips. He was invoking the Machine...

A crack of light and he was gone; vanished from the ship, so quickly that none would have noticed. None would have cared. Secret was his descent; and solitary...

Rain pelted down upon him. He felt the mud beneath his feet; gazing through his helmet, at the weeping skies. He felt an old grin rise to his lips. Death was in the air; the scent of it...

He could almost taste it.

A hand clasped the shaft of the Manreaper; his great Daemonscythe; spinning it in his palm, opening and closing his grip as he whirled, looking about him...He, the Death of Worlds; had arrived.

High above the world; the lead ship in the fleet; the Pestilent Raven; paused, watching the enemy ship. They had coincided the teleport with venting of energy, consistent with cycling their power generators. Enough to mask it.

"Union vessel; we understand...we stand ready. We have moved to a neutral stance."

The disease is spreading rapidly and uncontrolably the planet has now enabled the containment sheild and ships must go through the entrance at the south end of the planet and must show a doctor ID and will be given a suit and mask http://www.dlbfilms.com/-fzpage/FZ,-many-rad-suits.jpg to wear. They will leave at the exit right next to the entrance and they will burn the suit and continue on. If you do not go through the entrace or exit you will be disnigrated.

"Send in the Biohazard ships."

The 3 Biohazard ship headed toward the entance.

OOC: O i see how it is, ignore the UST ship ok...ok lol. Hope you don't mind about this, but we've been constantly scanning so that no one tries to spread the disease to a ship...if its GM just let me know and i'll edit my post
IC:
"Sir...no it can't be anything" said an Ensign at the science station on the bridge

"No, what is it Ensign" asked the Captian

"well...according to these readings, there is approx. +1 to the El Conado populus " said the ensign

"Odd.....probably one of the crews, think nothing of it" said the Captian, "LT, hail that Chronosian ship agian."

"Aye sir, hailing" said the LT

The Captian was thinking of the addition of someone....or thing on that planet Its not one of us...we aren't going down to the planet, maybe one of the Fedral Union's guys thought the Captian

"LT, send an encrypted transmission to the lead TFU ship, have it say..." said the Captian.

"Aye sir....sending.....Sir, the Chronosian ship hasn't responded yet" said the LT

The transmission went off towards the TFU ship, the lead one....it said:

TFU Ship, did you send anyone planetside? Our scans have detected +1 to the populace on the planet and we know its not one of us...I also didn't see a transport leave the Chronosian ship

"Trekys vessel; as you see, we have retreated to a safe distance. We shall not honor our gods in the presence of such heretics." The communications officer sent forth the message; before an encoded burst went out to a minor Plague Barge.

"Initiate Omega, Thorn Rose, Wither" Coded languages, even within encoded bursts were common within the Imperium.

The ships commander dutifully laid down his weapon, saluting crisply before entering an access code.

"Warning; danger; attack-" The message was broadcast on all frequencies, before the ship nearest to the opposing vessels exploded into countless shards of Debris.

Somewhere below, the black master of Plague smiled...

"Enemy vessels; A Chronosian vessel has been destroyed. Identify the assailant!"

"This is the ship Carna WE and the other two ships request permission to land."

Captain bastidas responds saying in a heavily encrypted message that “yes we did send in a team of 10 people mainly medical personnel we are sending more shortly to help the people on the planet the pasture is getting ready to receive casualties as well.”


Mean while on the planet one of several shuttles and runabouts landed there doors opened as people in hazard suits carrying equipment and kits rushed out going threw the force fields of the ships, the people in the orange hazard suits thrashed and stumbled on the ground towards ailing people

Robert mean while was sighing as he sat back on the titans bridge on his chair watching as his officers and crew worked quietly around him, he taped his chair waiting for some thing to happen.

"Where is your Lord, why isn't he talkign to me an..." said the Captian, before he was cut off.

Just as the Captian finished his sentence, there was a huge explosion and the ship began to shack. The captian was thrown off balance and landed into his chair.

"STATUS!" screamed the Captian

"One of the Chronosian ships exploded sir, possibly more the debris is interferring with sensors..." said the Ensign

"Sir, deflectors down to 65%" stated the tactical LT

"LT (at comm) hail the lead chronosian ship, tell them we had NOTHING to do with that" said the Captian

"Aye sir" said the LT at comm station, "Sir, encrypted message comign from the TFU ship, it reads:

yes we did send in a team of 10 people mainly medical personnel we are sending more shortly to help the people on the planet the pasture is getting ready to receive casualties as well.

"I can't worry about that right now LT, keep hailing the Chronosian vessel, their ship closest to us blew up, we may be suspects."

"aye sir" said the LT

The Communications officer was pushed aside; whirling to protest before he saw the black clad figure. Upon its breast there shone a Skull with black Wings; Angelus Ater...

Inquisitor

"This is Lord Inquisitor Ikarius Zolter, I have taken control of this vessel in the name of the Daemon Emperor. I represent the interests of the Imperium and the purity of Chaos. Trekys vessel; you claim ignorance in this...Murder"
The last word, a shrill hiss escaped from his lips as he strode the command deck.
"We demand that Adeptus Mechanicus personnel be allowed aboard your vessel, to analyse your systems and determine your innocence."

Far below; Lucian stalked the killing fields; the ravaged world a grand new sensation; its air ripe with flowering death...He sighed, breathing deeply. It was as though he were again home.

A wormhole opens, and out comes the a massive ship, the flag ship of Jaredcohenian Space Armada, The Caesarian Cohenius.

"This is where the request came from, your highness." said an ensign at a computer.

"They seem to have a rare disease, this transmission states." said Major Lieutenant Gregory Sampson.

"Hmm, send them a wire. Tell them if they can give us a sample of this disease, we'll give them aid. It'll be good use in case we get into another civil war. Reform the government, I think not!", the dictator laughs.

Everyone else on the bridge of the ship laughs, fearing their life if they don't laugh at his terrible jokes.


To: Darth Vaclavious, of Zacturn Prime
From: Supreme General Caesarian Cohenius LXVII, of Jaredcohenia

The Nation of Jaredcohenia is saddened by the outbreak of this epidemic, it makes me glad that my doctors can find ways to find a vaccination of this disease. Jaredcohenia will give aid to your disease ridden citizens in exchange for several samples of this disease, and if we find a cure we will sell it to you for 10,000,000 cohencas. The equivilent of 8,400,000 USD. This epidemic can end quicker if samples are sent. Tell us where and when we can get the samples. Thank you.

This is Lord Inquisitor Ikarius Zolter, I have taken control of this vessel in the name of the Daemon Emperor. I represent the interests of the Imperium and the purity of Chaos. Trekys vessel; you claim ignorance in this...Murder. We demand that Adeptus Mechanicus personnel be allowed aboard your vessel, to analyse your systems and determine your innocence.

"Now look here sir, if you are claiming that my word is of no good, you better watch it. I am a man of my word." said the captian, "If you can't trust my word, then you should leave the system before it escalates. We had NO REASON to attack you ship, hell we have no fired a single bullet or a single missile. Besides, we are scanning the wreak right now. It looks like is exploded, not from our weaponry, but from within."

"Sir, I think they are serious...we are outgunned and outmanned...we need help" said the tactical LT

"Your right, LT, hail Trekys Space Command, we may need those ships" said the captian

"Yes sir...should i ask the TFU ships for assitence?" asked the comm LT

"No son, we can deal with this," said the Captian, "Inquisiter, if YOU wish to come aboard, YOU can, but you will be 'escorted' to the bridge by 8 marines, 1 in front, 3 on ur left and right, and 1 behind all armed. Do you agree to my terms?"

"And I shall be accompanied by my entourage. That is the extent of my demands, at present" A wry smile broke the stoney exterior of the Inquisitor as he stepped forward; allowing the dark beauty and charisma that Slaanesh granted him to flow into view. "We shall arrive presently."

The Inquisitor turned; nodding slightly to the tech Priest who watched him; taking copious notes upon data slates.

"My Lord; is this wise?"

"Of course it is..."

To his left there emerged a black armored Space Marine; his helmet off, revealing flowing hair cut to a mohawk, his ears and face repeatedly pierced.

The Inquisitor and this, his minor entourage (For what might did a being who could requisition a fleet, or an entire world need, but his own?) made therew way to the dropship; tearing through space, as it slid from the docks, roaring across space towards the Trekys vessel.

This offered more than he had hoped for.

Message Recieved At Darth Vaclavious's Flaming Death Temple.


"It's Everywhere Can't Stop............crghzzzzzzzzhzhz........Ravaging Death.....................................Murder.............The......Disease................KILLS!! !!!!!!!!

End Transmission With blood splattering on hologram projection causing it to blackout with screaming in the background.


"Play it again."

"Yes lord mumbles the captain."

"What did you say?" asks Darth vaclavious pulling out his Sith Saber and puts it to the Captains neck.

"Nothing!!" snaps the Captain.

"That's what I thought you said. And neverraise your voice to me again. says Darth Vaclavious in a calm collective tone.

The Captain turns around to restart the hologram and Darth Vaclavious snaps his Sith Saber across the Captain's neck killing him instantly but amazingly with out a spilled drop of blood.

He turns around and says "We shall go to this site of the murder."

Lucian strode forth, bring the great Scythe down upon all would oppose him. Crazed citizens, screaming of disease; riven by it, made more than their mere humanity could muster. it took dark power; death, disease to mold men such. Lucian knew this well...

All he needed was these; samples. Their blood, their flesh, rife with wild disease. He would take it; but first; he would savor this moment.

He fell to his knees; embracing the disease, letting it flow through him, into him, around him. The ground was red with blood; the air thick with flies...

he let the hive slip free; plague flies seething forth to teem and mate in the open wounds and spilt blod; eggs littering everything; the hive feeding, feasting.

Blood flowed freely from the cracks in his armor; as he raised his head to the sky; his face, nose; mouth, eyes, flowing with blood as he roared in triumph and supplication.

Blessed was he by his dark Father! Hail to Papa Nurgle!

"Very well inquisiter...we are ready to recieve you in hanger bay 2, its on the rightside of the ship. You will be met by 25 marines, so that you pull nothing, but 8 will escort you to the bridge...I await our audience" said the Captian, ending the transmission, "Get 5 mariens up here, to help protect the bridge in case he tries anything...he is big"

"Is this wise sir? Your letting a potential threat on board the ship" said the tactical LT

"Don't worry son, he won't try anything" said the Captian, I hope

The ship docked and the Inquisitor strode forth, flanked by his Tech priest and Space Marine entourage. The Space marine made no effort to hide the Chainaxe bound ceremonially across his back, nor the bolter pistols lining his belt.

With him, came a selection of Imperial guardsmen, clutching their lasrifles or plasma rifles; and standing to abrupt attention down the exit ramp as the Inquisitor and his two associates strode downwards.

'Hitherto unencountered Xeno-civilisation" The Tech Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus, known as Arikel Losk observed. "Show significant advances in space going vessels; and a significant military presence. Entered into the Index Imperialis. This is significant, Ikarius"

"Oh, I am sure it is" He chuckled, turning to the great Marine at his side.
"And what tihnk you, Garithos?"

Garithos the Bloodhungered turned and glanced about him, his armored torso gleaming with scars of war. About his belt, below his pistols hung severed heads, many decayed to mere skulls. Tokens of his devotion to Khorne.

"They seem...Interesting" he grinned; his teeth were mostly gone; what enamel remained had been filed to needle points. In place of others were artificial replacements; gleaming fangs of gold, pearl and steel...

OOC: a response would be appreciated.

OOC: you are interesting to RP with haha
IC:
Corporal James Munroe has seen some interestign and disturbing things in his life, but not this....he looked at the 'aliens' standing before him...he recalled an old earth game called Warhammer 40k...they reminded him of the chaos marines. No tiem to reminice, better get going thought James

"I am Corporal James Munroe of the United States of Trekys Marine Cores. I am here to greet you and escort you and one other to the bridge...the others will have to stay behind and 'guard' your vessel so to speak, under my men's watchful eyes." said James,a s he moved forward. James was a tall man, in his later 20's. He had blue eyes and short, brown hair, but it was under a helmet with a green piece of glass attached to it, hanging in front of his left eye. He held a Type-4 Automatic Rifle, as well as a R-12 Handgun and enough to reload both guns 5 times. He wore a black, tight shirt covered in various places with scratched black metal, light weight. As well as black, tigh pants with more black metal covering certian points.

The gilabadian government has ordered its DRC (disease research center) to aid in the epidemic. They have requested a sample and a copy of the diagnosis. They have reported that it sounds like a viral hemorhorragic fever similar to Ebola or Marburg. The field crew will arrive in 2 C-130s painted sky blue with a diplomat ensignia on them. They will wear full enclosure chemturion field suits and they will have their own field lab. If there's anything else you need, feel free to request it.

A very big USS. Space Commander landed and Darth Vaclavious got out with three of the medical suits on on top of his normal attire. Theywalked to the murder scene but when they got ther it looked as though 2 of the men were eaten to the bone and 1 apparently burned to a complete singe. There was another laying in the corner with his face completly ripped off. Darth Vaclavious was in slight awe but not enough to keep him from searching on.

They walked down the hall and saw someone apparently alive he turned around and everyone was scared. His faced completely Grey and warped together. His eyes were bulging out of his head outlined with blood. The creature leaped onto one of the soldiers the soldier grabbed onto the creature by the neck trying to get it off. Darth Vaclavious then sliced the creature in half with his Sith Saber. The creature then bled out a Green gooish blood. Darth Vaclavious asked in a deep slightly shooken voice. "What the Hell was that? The soldier responded to saying. "Well sir it had no pulse.

"What the fuck you mean no pulse" said Darth Vaclavious in a very concerned voice.

"Well I grabbed it's neck and there was no heart beat. said the soldier.

"So your saying it's some sort of damn zombie" Screamed Darth Vaclavious.

"Well whatever the fuck it is it's sure not human."

"Get me back to my ship I need a beer and a Playboy." said a stirred Darth Vaclavious.

"Very well. I shall take my trusted associate, Arikel with me to your bridge. Arikel, if you would be so kind-"

Arikel nodded; sliding back his hood to reveal the blessings of the machine Gods. Implants covered him; breathing aparatus snaked in his mouth and throat; his right eye was enhanced with sensors. Snakelike wires moved about him, crawling up; each topped with an adaptor or implement. Some seemed scalpel like, others would fit into a computer terminal. His left arm was missing; replaced with a bionic substitute, with countless connectors dotting the metal limb.

"I am ready, Ikarius."

"Garithos; sadly you must stay behind" The Inquisitor turned from him "be Good"
"Now, Corporal, I expect my Tech Priest to be allowed full access to relevant data. Should you fail to comply, I'm afraid that my report to the Emperor shall be...Of a negative nature"

A very big USS. Space Commander landed and Darth Vaclavious got out with three of the medical suits on on top of his normal attire. Theywalked to the murder scene but when they got ther it looked as though 2 of the men were eaten to the bone and 1 apparently burned to a complete singe. There was another laying in the corner with his face completly ripped off. Darth Vaclavious was in slight awe but not enough to keep him from searching on.

They walked down the hall and saw someone apparently alive he turned around and everyone was scared. His faced completely Grey and warped together. His eyes were bulging out of his head outlined with blood. The creature leaped onto one of the soldiers the soldier grabbed onto the creature by the neck trying to get it off. Darth Vaclavious then sliced the creature in half with his Sith Saber. The creature then bled out a Green gooish blood. Darth Vaclavious asked in a deep slightly shooken voice. "What the Hell was that? The soldier responded to saying. "Well sir it had no pulse.

"What the fuck you mean no pulse" said Darth Vaclavious in a very concerned voice.

"Well I grabbed it's neck and there was no heart beat. said the soldier.

"So your saying it's some sort of damn zombie" Screamed Darth Vaclavious.

"Well whatever the fuck it is it's sure not human."

"Get me back to my ship I need a beer and a Playboy." said a stirred Darth Vaclavious.

OOC: Zombies; this virus could be worth alot more than I first assumed. I'll need to have some corpses attack Lucian :D

OOC: My ships have requested clearance to land.

"I'm sorry sir, but you will have to bring that up with the captian when we get there...um...i'm gonna have to ask that once we get to the bridge, that you remove and 'deadly' weapons, weapons that are for show can remain, unless your a skilled killer sir." said the corporal, "Please, this way sir."

With that, the corporal lead the way and the other 7 marines fell into step beind him, surronding the inquisiter, surronding the inquisiter and his machine counter-part....or whatever it is.

They walked out of the hanger bay and down a long, lightly lit corridor, to the end of it. There, they all walked into a large room, and the corporal screamed 'Bridge Deck'.
After a 5 minute ride up, they left the box and started forward agian.

"Ok sir, we are in front of the bridge, may i have your weapons?" asked the corporal, as the marines lined up behind the inquisitor and his priest.

Meanwhile on the Ship

"That was not right. That thing was not human yet my power in the force sensedit was not dead. What the hell was it? I'm for the first time in my whole life completely baffled with no explanation or anything. If that was a person morphed by the wretched disease I still would've sensed he was human. This was something out of a horror movie. But it would be the oly logicall explanation for the murder."

"I'm going to sleep on it. Lights off window close door lock." Darth Vaclavious falls to sleep.

OOC: all ships have clearence to land at anytime and the zombie is gunna turn like Resident Evil there will be a whole bunch and they are uncontrolable highly contagious and extremely fatal.

OOC: you know....i recognize this from somewhere....a virus turning people into zombies....i don't remember that guys' nation's name, but i remember someone else had this, the IG virus and i helped him end it lol

****Nazi Weaponized Virus there we go lol http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=342827&highlight=Virus

"Initiate Landing sequence. Containment at Full. 1st Party ready to disembark."

After the 3 ships touched down, a pod emerged frome ach of them. Each of the pods opened vertically and the Biohazrd squads emerged.

"Attention Whoever is in charge of this mess. Requesting an update on the situation.

OOC: Zombies; this virus could be worth alot more than I first assumed. I'll need to have some corpses attack Lucian :D

((The 13th Crusade used a Nurgle zombie plague.))

"I'm sorry sir, but you will have to bring that up with the captian when we get there...um...i'm gonna have to ask that once we get to the bridge, that you remove and 'deadly' weapons, weapons that are for show can remain, unless your a skilled killer sir." said the corporal, "Please, this way sir."

With that, the corporal lead the way and the other 7 marines fell into step beind him, surronding the inquisiter, surronding the inquisiter and his machine counter-part....or whatever it is.

They walked out of the hanger bay and down a long, lightly lit corridor, to the end of it. There, they all walked into a large room, and the corporal screamed 'Bridge Deck'.
After a 5 minute ride up, they left the box and started forward agian.

"Ok sir, we are in front of the bridge, may i have your weapons?" asked the corporal, as the marines lined up behind the inquisitor and his priest.

"As you wish" The Inquisitor brought forth a great Daemonblade from the scabbard about his waist; followed by his Plasma pistols. Handing them to a guard, he and his associate quickly advanced across the deck.

"Arikel will require access to your computers; while I, well, I must have discourse with your leader. You will find I have many questions..."

((The 13th Crusade used a Nurgle zombie plague.))
((The plague of Unbelief and the plague zombie hordes...That was fun))

"Alright then, guess we'll just have to send it to them when it arrives. !st Party you may begine your sweep" as the 3 groups merged and began their mission.

"Yes sir, this way" said the corporal moving into the bridge as the doors opened.

The room was well light, round in its design with two glassed windows to the right and left of the viewscreen. The veiwscreen was directly opposite the door and was in the middle. In frotn of that was the helm and behind that was the captian and his chair. To the right of the captian was the comm LT and to the left the science ensign. and to the left of the door, the tactical LT. To the right of the door, was another door and on it it read "Captians Room".

The Captian stood up when the doors opened, scattered aroudn the room were other marines, standing still, not caring about what was happening. The captian was 5'9", with black facial hair (mustache above the lip) and was bald. He was muscular.

"AH, you must be the inquisitar....Arikel can have acess to our computers. We thought you'd want to and safeguarded only the most secret of data that enemies and allies alike should not have. Any questions you have for me shall be asked in my ready room, coem this way." the captian move towards the door marked 'Captians Room', but turns and looks at Arikel and say, "Goto the ensign, she'll make sure you get situated at the computer. This way inquisitor."

The doors parted and the Captian stepped in.

Darth Vaclavious woke up in a cold sweatafter a dream of Zactarn Prime blowing up.

"God damn. I have got to stop thinking about this.

"Lord are you alright I heard screaming?" The New Captain asked.

"Yes Yes i'm fine. Set a course for El Conado we will find out what these "Zombies" really are."

"Right away Sire."

"I don't see any people around." said Jockor
"Probably all got wiped out by the plague" replied Germer
"So where are the bodies?" asked Jockor.

Darth Vaclavious and his squad poured into the hallway and broke thedoor to the mess hall. The room was well lit but then the lights turned off. Darth Vaclavious drew his Sith Saber for a source of light. Darth Vaclavious turned around and was mauled along with his squad by thousands of Zombies.The squad was killed. Then Darth Vaclavious arose from the ground but all that was visible was his head, with his eye's glowing green through his dark mask. He was one of them.

"AHHHHHHH"

"Sir Sir it's ok it was another nightmare you dozed off."

"Yes Yes of course I must focus. Sargent Johannsen turn the damn ship around I need to relax and get my mind together. This is all to much.

Back at the Temple

"I'm fine but let's find a cure this dead walking Zombie thing is very weird.

"My sense of the Force has been dirupted I cannot focus correctly. Find a Zombie person and we will examine it. I must face my fears.

"Hey Kezy, did you see that?"

"The Bio-Nuclear-Thermal-Chemical-Epidemic-Scientists are here lord"

"Damn we need to figure out an abbreviation for that."

"I will work on that."

"We have disected and discovered that the Zombies are running on Heart and a brain they eat and the blood and ligiments and whatevr else gets sucked up through their mouth into their brain. It's a result of the disease that makes them feed on other humans and kill anyone that tries to fight."

"Well what about the burn?"

"We believe that there was some sort of explosion."

"But these things have to be dead or else I would've sensed life in th Force.

"Well we do not know about that."

"Whatever. How do these things die?"

"Well they have to keep eating so that they do not die."

"Eventually wouldn't they eat themselves?"

"I would assume but we do not know."

"Damn. These things are not alive I can tell you that now. If they are explain the fact that there was no pulse."

"Well that's the thing we can't."

" So there they are not alive and I'm going to send them all to Hell after the afterlife"

"Mendel Investigate it."

OOC: who's kezy? and mendel?? lol

OOC: two members of the first party.

OOC: You said all ships had clearance to land. I'm going to assume you also provided transport for my team. Thanks a bunch.

IC: It was raining when the Ximean team disembarked from the transport. Thirty people, all wearing Level V hazmat suits--proof against any pathogen the universe could throw at them. A good-sized space freighter stood on the landing platform not far from them; the team "borrowed" it and for use as a lab site. Its airtight hull and self-contained air supply would make it a perfect location to study the highly virulent plague ravaging the colony.

Outside, the BioSWAT team set up the portable quarantine lab, a tent-like structure of composite-alloy tubing and airtight silico-plastic sheeting. It contained over five hundred square meters of floor space, separated into three fully sealed compartments. The Ximean scientists reasoned that, while it would probably be safe to carry contained samples into the ship, they could not take that chance with test subjects.

Preparations were completed within five hours. Dozens of military-issue beds were placed in the quarantine tent, along with supplies for full treatment and sophisticated testing equipment. Two of the sections had been arranged into hospital areas--the first for actual treatment attempts and the second for exploratory and experimental procedures. The third section acted as a joint lab for autopsies and forensic procedures.

Far more sophisticated equipment had been installed in the ship's cargo hold, which became a dedicated Level V hot lab. Air circulation to the rest of the ship was totally and unequivocally sealed, and the hold would only be accessible through the external cargo airlock. The personnel and cargo airlocks were transformed into full decontamination stations, complete with biocide showers and ultraviolet scrubbers. The technicians examined the ship's small sickbay and confiscated a few drugs unknown in Ximea, but found no equipment whose function could not be duplicated or exceeded by something they had brought with them. The galley and crew quarters would be used for their intended purposes.

Natick, wearing a dark gray, combat-adapted version of the Level V hazmat suit, surveyed the site and declared it adequate. He left the hot lab (going through decon in the process), walked to the personnel airlock, and reentered the ship (going through decon again). He took off his helmet and turned to the chief researcher, who was resting in the galley. "Progress," he demanded.
"This place is fully ready," the man said. He was balding, with a corona of white hair. He was wearing a lab coat for the moment. His name was Spencer. "We're downloading the latest data on the plague now. In a few minutes, I'd like to take a team out and round up some patients."
"Whatever you need," Natick said. "Remember, cure the plague if you can, but our priority is the sample. Make certain you get that." He turned toward the sickbay, which the BioSWAT team had made their armory. "Meet me outside in five minutes."

"Yes sir, this way" said the corporal moving into the bridge as the doors opened.

The room was well light, round in its design with two glassed windows to the right and left of the viewscreen. The veiwscreen was directly opposite the door and was in the middle. In frotn of that was the helm and behind that was the captian and his chair. To the right of the captian was the comm LT and to the left the science ensign. and to the left of the door, the tactical LT. To the right of the door, was another door and on it it read "Captians Room".

The Captian stood up when the doors opened, scattered aroudn the room were other marines, standing still, not caring about what was happening. The captian was 5'9", with black facial hair (mustache above the lip) and was bald. He was muscular.

"AH, you must be the inquisitar....Arikel can have acess to our computers. We thought you'd want to and safeguarded only the most secret of data that enemies and allies alike should not have. Any questions you have for me shall be asked in my ready room, coem this way." the captian move towards the door marked 'Captians Room', but turns and looks at Arikel and say, "Goto the ensign, she'll make sure you get situated at the computer. This way inquisitor."

The doors parted and the Captian stepped in.

He nodded following the Captain as Arikel was led off with the Ensign; copiously taking notes; occasioanlly examining the ensign with his augmented eyes.

"Now; shall we begin?" Ikarius smiled softly, disarmingly at the Captain as he seated himself; raising his great boots to rest upon a table.
"I have come here to make sure that you are, in no way connected to the terrible tragedy that unfolded aboard a soverign vessel of the Chronosian vessel. We shall proceed with the Inquisition, the case in point, the murder of an entire ship of warriors of the Imperium."

Mean while, as medical teams thrashed and walked around the planet, one of the doctors leaned to a body and attempted to take a few samples of blood and other materials in a large force fielded hand held vat, mean while the other doctors and a couple of marines started skewering the area for signs of life and other things, looking around the apocalyptic Seen, wondering if any one was alive,
the titan mean while began rumbling towards the planet establishing a standard orbit pattern.

Lucian plunged the injector into disease markered flesh, the needle pentrating deep into the corpse; its mechanical point drawing forth flesh and blood to be encapsulated. His eyes widened, breath catching in his throat; almost in awe of the power of this infection. He pressed a button on the arm of his armor; initiating a controlled, encoded radio burst.

"Bright flame within, shattered rose. Disperse, righteously"

Far above; platoons were mobilising...

"Initiating." Came the hiss, as the servitor initiated the sequence; a massed teleportation, again hidden by plasma and energy discharge from coutnless vents.

Lucian stood ready, turning as his troops materialised; at least 40 Plague Marines stood ready, along with another 30 Imperial Guardsmen, Rebreathers and Chem-Masks hiding their faces.

"Proceed righteously..." Came the hiss of their foul Master.

Mean while 4 Stryker class armored fighting vehicles, each with 10 heavily armed troops, and 6 humvees armed with POW and a rapid fire phaser pulse cannon carrying 5 troops each were beamed down from the titan and some other ships , flashes of blue particlear light enveloped the area were the Federal expedition was skewering.

the vehicles lay in a battle pattern , after a few moments the vehicles opened up the Stryker’s released 10 troops each form there back sides force fields strung over the back side opening like plastic warp.

An additional 30 troops were being readied up on the titan with Javelins and Micro torpedo launchers.

Mean while, the teams were continuing there work sending up samples doing research on the runabouts the medical ships were also receiving samples so work on a cure and treatment was proceeding rather steadily, a doctor in a hazard suit was walking along the perimeter taking samples of the natural biosphere.

Lucian sent forth the command that more supplies be brought to the planet. The teleporters of the largest ships crackled to life; transporting essential weapons of war for the Lord's protection. 4 Dreadnaughts, 3 Leman Russ Tanks; 3 Predator Tanks and a Whirlwind artillery Unit.

He smiled softly; then raised his head, almost questioningly. They were not alone. He kept low, slipping through the underbrush as his troops moved with him. There was someone near; someone who could violate everything he had worked for thusfar.

The titan mean while was sending down, 1 Paladin M409A6 self propelled howitzer, 4 Multi rocket launch system each with quantum missiles, 10 M1A2 Abrams battle tanks ,10 Bradley fighting vehicles, ,10 humvees, and 20 more troops.

On of the soldiers hummed a bit, he muttered “interesting” and looked to his ocmmander “sir were detecting multiple contacts life forms, un known types, there close though there moveing in a strange pattern”

the commander looked over rising a brow saying “what?” what could they be could the chroies be up to some thing?

the solider shrugged” I don’t know sir”

The commander sighed and said “all right position troops in strategic locations like in buildings behind rocks ridges and such but keep at least half in the open positioned in defensive stances make sure the s are vehicles ready, and move them in to defensive positions”

The solider nodded, his cammo hazard suits helmet hiding his face and going up in down, no one could see, the faces of the troops. they went about there orders armoured vehicles moved, troops thrashed and ran to potions of defense, there hazard suits dull in the light of a star there adavced sensors bleeping in there heads as they watched as unknowns approached from brush .

Plague marines sprang up from the brush, heavy bolters roaring as they advanced, weapons roaring into life as the first line, numbering 20 advanced.

Behind them, Imperial Guardsman squinted through rebreathers and opened fire with Grenade Launchers.
The Whirlwind opened fire with a barrage of missles; sharapnel, explosive, biological and chemical, to better weaken and disorientate their foes.

Rising like a terrible jugernaut, there came Lucian; his body and face hidden by his great and foreboding armor. he spun the scythe in his hand, its blade encrusted with blood and runes that leaked foul corruption as he swung its dazzling edge in a great arc across those nearest him...

with the first attack over 15 troops were massacred , 5 were inquired but most of the injured personnel’s suits were holding the punchier or mangled suits the others had, were goners they had been infected

the hidden troops opened fire as well as the ones in the opened MP5,s M14’s and Type 3 phaser rifles were amongst the fire burst semi automatic and full automatic fire bursts raced from every troop on the ground towards the brush and the attacking troops.

A few solders aimed there mp5’s in to the brush and fired in burst mode pulses of powerful fire raced forth from the barrels, as a few other solders rushing threw the clouds of smoke and dusts began to fire there photon grenades, the tanks began shooting off volleys of quantum shell in a crimson burst of fire from there barrels, as the Bradley’s fired in a rapid stream of micro quantum shells towards troops and the enemy vehicles.

The paladin artillery started firing massive huge bursts of phased plasma towards enemy consternations of vehicles and artillery, the mlrs units opened fire with massive bursts of blue quantum missiles witch could lay wastes to cities .

Smoke and bursts of crimson orange , blue, yellow and countless other colors of fire filled the area as smoke billowed from the valley, troops commanders and sergeants were yelling things like “hold the line!” “Move it move it!, out flank enemy troops!”

Threw the radio, mean while a group of solders rushed back starting to out flank and surround the enemy forces.

The Plague Marines hit the dirt; hurling Frag grenades as at least 5 of the first line fell; with around 10 Imperial Guardsman falling, screaming to the ground. Lucian brought his Scythe down against the enemy troops again, whirling like a cyclone of death. The hive slipped loose; plague flies blanketing the battleground as he walked...

Dreadnaughts opened fire; lascannons blasting towards enemy vehicles as they advanced; others letting Autocannon fire mow through lines of troops. The great warmachines drew forth; the mauled and ancient pilots within roaring in bloodlust and fury. Their claws sought war flesh as the Whirlwind let fly another volley. The Predators and Leman Russ' whirred on tracks as they advanced; bolter fire and blasts of lascannon cutting across the battlefield, before the main cannons sounded in glorious unison; explosives, mortar, shrapnel, sent forth in cleansing wave, as the Chronosian line was further battered.

But they could batter back.

"Menedel? Mendel? Come in Mendel."

Multiple troops were mowed down about 10 of them , 4 tanks and 5 other vehicles were completely totaled some others were dammed, the vehicles and troops began out flanking and firing again and again the mlr’s and paladin firing towards the enemy artillery. PWS on top of the Humvees began firing towards the dreadnoughts as well as the M3A2’s phaser beam’s and anti amour missiles flew out in a glorious burst of fire.

The troops continued to power fire all over the place as enemy and friendly forces were mowed down every witch way.

Pulses of fire raced out of the advanced rifles and SMG’s fired in bursts and auto mode towards enemy troops extremely accurate, automatic grenade launchers on the tanks began targeting troops and firing as the amour started firing upon dreadnoughts high yield quantum shells flying out of the tube.

People yelling on the comm. channels, to flank the troops heard and were rushing every places tightening a clerical around the enemy as federal troops pounded enemy forcers with mass fire.

"Aaaaaaah!"

One of the Leman Russ' exploded in a ball of firey death as the troops pressed on, surging forward to join Lucian in his assault. A spinning cacophany of death he had become as he pushed forward; spinning an dslashing with that great and terrible scythe; Manreaper.

Plague marines roared from phlegm encrusted lungs, even as they were cut down. A guardsman crawled towards his gun, dragging the bloodied stumps of legs behind him...

Hell was evident on this battlefield.

Alongside Lucian the Dreadnaughts strode; firing, grasping, seeking to cleanse all in their all consuming hatred; their century long insanity. One whirled, its autocannon roaring, before a blast tore it in half; still firing as it fell away...

"Shoot it! Shoot it! Call base for backup!"

OOC: Zatarack, RP properly and stop doing one line posts? Its getting annoying...

He nodded following the Captain as Arikel was led off with the Ensign; copiously taking notes; occasioanlly examining the ensign with his augmented eyes.

"Now; shall we begin?" Ikarius smiled softly, disarmingly at the Captain as he seated himself; raising his great boots to rest upon a table.
"I have come here to make sure that you are, in no way connected to the terrible tragedy that unfolded aboard a soverign vessel of the Chronosian vessel. We shall proceed with the Inquisition, the case in point, the murder of an entire ship of warriors of the Imperium."

The Captian stared at this...man. Here he was, he had coem on his ship to see if he was innocent for a crime he did not do and is now further disrespecting him.

"Inquisiter, how are we going to figure out my innocence, or not, with you in here?" asked the Captian, while a half smile crept over the features on his face.

OOC: Zatarack, RP properly and stop doing one line posts? Its getting annoying...

OOC: I was just finishing doing that.

The Inquisitor closed his eyes, a soft chuckle rising from his throat, as he seemed to look upon the Captain without sight. He let slip the power of his will; let his psychic gift slide forth to probe the mans mind.
"Sit down" His voice boomed with authority; seeping with charisma and psychic potency. He forced himself to attempt to violate this mans mind, even as his own mind let slip its secrets. Worlds burned clean at his order; races cut down and burned. Entire civilisations enslaved or destroyed for heresy. He saw the darkest reaches of the Inquisitor's mind, a mind that had concocted the plans to send millions, even billions, to their grave.

"I have my ways captain. To know your mind, is to know guilt or innocence."

During the connection, the Captian saw the horrors of this mans life. Saw every order, every planet. And he grinned. He was used to death, destruction. He didn't care if this man attempted to kill him. His entire family was dead anyway...he let the images of their mangled bodies surface, to show the Inquisitor his own grief, his own saddness...but not fear. There is very little the Captian fears and he'll be damned if this physcic freak will see it.
He let surface those images...the images of his son, lying in a pool of blood...his wife, crushed under a car on the side of the road, next to a tree...his baby girl, 3 years old, cut in two...and his eldest son, Tim, all they found was his head...all he foudn was his head...they were in a car acident...some kids had poured some slippery substance on the road and threw a rock at his windsheild...he lost control of the car...he somehow lived, only with a broken arm...

"You may know destruction Inquisitor....but I....I know pain and suffering...." said the Captian

"You were a fool. Those children were not responsible for your family's death" He smiled, ice cold and callous. "It was your fault; and by fools luck you escaped with hardly any wounds. A blessing, truly. But your personal tragedy is meaningless to me. Your suffering, is nothing..." He turned from him. "Your mind seems clean, as clean as can be expected of a Xeno. Now, tell me of your race; your civilisation. I wish to learn all I can, for the annals of the inquisition"

"-I wish to learn all I can for the records of the Mechanicus" Arikel had finished explaining as he was led to their computers. "I will require somewhere for me to integrate with this. Tell me, how do you invoke the Machine Spirit in this? How do you summon forht the Exhalted Machine God to inspire action and life?"

"How many did we lose?"
"Kezech, Mebdel, and Brevy."
"Dammit. How long until backup?"
"10 minutes. And we need to get an animated corpse. Active."
"Why?"
"You know you don't ask questions about such things."
"Yeah I know."

OOC: With all this fighting some of your people and soldiers will get infected with th disease and turn into Zombies,because if you get cut and someone with AIDS gets their blood into your cut you probably going to get AIDS. See this disease is spread through Sexual contact,Saliva,Airborne,Blood, and Bodily waste. I.E. Sweat,Bowels,and Urine. So some people gunna get sick. Make it were the disease starts spreading to soldiers from your army's and it becomes an even bigger epidemic because alread 1/4 of El Conado's population is infected with SSWMDD.

OOC: Fair enough, but it'll only affect my Guardsmen, not my Plague Marines (Obvious reasons)

At the camp the group had made, one of the wounded walked outside the edges of the camp.
"ohh man, I don't feel at all well all of a sudden" as he succumbed to SSWMDD.

The Captian stared at the being in front of him...he looked down at his desk...this being had just insulted him, but no matter...
"All you would need to know about our civilization is in the computers your 'hardware' or friend is looking at." said the Catpian, "I need not tell you ANYTHING...especially if it means YOU attacking us."

--On the Bridge--
"Um.....machien spirit, what in God's name are you talking about?" asked the Ensign, "I don't know anything about the Machine Spirit...and your not allowed to connect to our computers, cause you may try to hack your way into secured files."

"Ensign, get to your position and scan the planet. I'm detecting weapons fire on the planet, but can't pinpoint it, can you?" asked the weapons LT

"Yea i'll try..." said the Ensign, punching away at buttons...her face then became serious and her eyes big, she screamed, " Computer Hail the Captian....CAPTIAN, we need you on the bridge!"

--In the Captians Room--
"Whats wrong ensign?" asked the Captian, while staring at the inquisitor

"Captian, snesors are pickin up weapons fire between the Fedral Union...and Chronisian technology....sir..." said the Ensign

"MARINES TO MY QUARTERS...arrest his assciate on the bridge!" screamed the Captian as marines broke into his office

"Why are you fighting on the planet inquisitor?" asked the Captian, "This was supposed to be a peaceful endeavor!"

"How can you be certain they are my men when you know nothing of our technology, Captain? For all you know, delusional virus infected soliders are fighting down there. I frankly don't trust your technology enough to accurately identify technology which you have no comprehension of."

Subtle fingers flicked a switch on his wrist.

"Indignant fire, burning thorn. Epsilon, Fulfilling rage"

"Captain, if you insist in detaining a member of the Imperial Inquisition, I may not be responsible for the...rammifications"

"What the hell? Gromer? Aw heck Gromer's been infected."
"I just hope that disease isn't making those zombies."
"Best to destroy his body now" as Mordel fired his BDG at Gromer's Body.

"I am merely extending an invitation to you to stay on our ship a bit longer inquisitor....and sicne you don't trust our technology, will you object to someoen else making the scans?" asked the Captian, "LT, order Squads 15-18 to the hanger bay where the inquisitor's ship is."

"Sir, thats another 100 Marines...isn't that excessive?" asked the LT

"Not after a few images i've recently seen...no, it might be to less if they try something, anyway LT you have your orders...Comm, hail the Lead Fedral Union ship."

"Aye sir, comm open." said the comm LT

"Fedral Union ship, are your men under attack by Imperial troops? If you are, we will be detaining the inquisitor and his friend here in our find, 4-star brig...its even equipped with some automated defenses." said the Captian, awaiting a reply.

Bastidas nodded to his con officer and a channel was opened he said “yes our forces are under attack buy his troops “

"Well now inquisitor, do you trust their technology? or are you gonna say their's can't be trusted either?" asked the Captian, smiling

"Or the other way around. One can never know how these skirmishes start out, my friend. However, I guarantee you one thing, you will not like what you find in that craft."

In the docks, far below, Garithos stood, guarding the door. Within, sometihng stirred, its frail exterior crackling with new life. It had heard its masters call, the coded words spoken out of turn.

"Wakeful, watchful, wry and wrathful." the hissed words made Garithos turn, as the tarp covered thing rose; its cover falling away. "Time, is it?" The thing hissed from lips which had long ago lost all semblence of humanity; lined with teeth, ornamental, false, yet sharp and dastardly functional.

"Ah, so it awakens" garithos chuckled, hearing behind him the echoing of footfalls

The thing rose to its full height, stretching and glancing about it. Its human, or formerly human, form was wracked by pain, blackness seeping from within it. Its head was lined with horns, its eyes were blistering calderas of psychic force. Its hands had arched into claws, its feet into talons. Its body was bound, wrapped in bandages, chains and spikes penetrating its skin. It turned its head, revealing another face blistering through the skin at the side of its head. Its body adorned in oaths and sigils; binding it to the flesh.

"Let them come; they shall see me soon enough, I am Zamiel..."

OOC: Damn I miss a lot by falling asleep XD

IC:

A small vessel lands on one of the barren lands on the nation. It was tricky, Jaredcohenia's ships were unable to go through the atmosphere, seems its ships needed to be fixed for atmospheric entry and re-entry.

Men wearing oxygen tight disease suits came out of the ship.

"Your highness, it is disgusting here...flesh and blood all over the place", said one of the unlucky ensigns assigned to bring back samples.

"I don't care. We want to harness this disease for warfare. Get me samples." the Dictator said.

"Ummm..." another ensign stepped on some feces. "Do you want a live sample or a dead one?"

"Dead."

"Ok."

"Uhm...are these guys zombies or somethin'?" another ensign said.

"We don't know." Another man on the bridge, who was also the Minister of Health + Medicine. "That is why we need the samples!"

"But I thought we needed the samples for biochemical weapons."

"Just get the corpses."

Four ensigns started scooping up the matter onto a quarenntine box. Once that was done, they loaded their haul onto the transport carrier..they were off to the Caesarian. After a struggle to leave the atmosphere, they docked into the Caesarian. The General looked into the box.

"I told you to bring back two corpses, I see only one." the General said.

"We brought back two!" an ensign complained.

"LOOK IN THE BOX."

He did. There was one corpse. As soon as they noticed this, a loud scream was heard.

"Good god." said the Minister of Health and Medicine. "YOU BROUGHT BACK A CORPSE THAT WAS ALIVE!"

Screaming was heard throughout the ship, after marines guarded the general to his quarters, he made an annoucement.

"The outbreak of this disease is no cause of alarm. If you see anyone infected, shoot them. If you see anyone dead, contact the Centre for Controlling Epidemics. You are still required to do your duties, and if someone is missing, if you see that person they are to be shot. That is all."

Caesarian looked at his wife, Mindy, who was a woman with red hair...she was terrified. The two's youngest of 4 children, a 3 year old girl named Danielle, was crying. Caesarian squatted down to talk to his daughter eye to eye.

"Why ya cryin'?"

"Icky people at daddy's house!"

"You saw an icky person?"

"Ya! Me and Michelle were in the play play room, playin hoppie skotch. It was a vewy fun game, Michelle won..."

"About the icky people, Dany..."

"Oh." She smiled. "They ran past the door. It looked like they had to pee-pee" She giggled.

"They?"

"Ya...more than one. Is that bad?"

"No, not at all."

"Mind...get the kids to the bed rooms and open up the quarentine shields. No one goes in, no one goes out. Their is enough food, both real and freeze dried, to last about a year. I know how to get in when the quarentine shields are locked...make sure NO ONE except officials get in there.

"Yes, hun." She kissed him goodbye, and they ran into the bed rooms.

The Minister of Health and Medicine came in...

"Well, are you any closer to getting that thing?"

"Err..."

"THEN GET IT!" he screamed. There was a big problem..with more than one infected on the ship...and each infected one seeming to infect more...there was a problem." He got back on the speaker...talking through radio waves for other ships to see.

"This is Caesarian Cohenius of the Jaredcohenia. We have caught this disease, and we require assistance to get it out. Please contact me for any further detail. I am on my flag ship, and am afraid that this disease will infect the entire ship soon. If you are to assist us, we will give you the cure for it free. Thank you." He pushed a button that said loop. This was a grave situation... The doctors who were on the ship were searching for a vaccine, but could it help in time?

One of the Leman Russ' exploded in a ball of firey death as the troops pressed on, surging forward to join Lucian in his assault. A spinning cacophany of death he had become as he pushed forward; spinning an dslashing with that great and terrible scythe; Manreaper.

Plague marines roared from phlegm encrusted lungs, even as they were cut down. A guardsman crawled towards his gun, dragging the bloodied stumps of legs behind him...

Hell was evident on this battlefield.

Alongside Lucian the Dreadnaughts strode; firing, grasping, seeking to cleanse all in their all consuming hatred; their century long insanity. One whirled, its autocannon roaring, before a blast tore it in half; still firing as it fell away...



4 soldiers were slashed to death blood spurting from there cut hazard suits, how ever the federal forces were holding out good against the assault, as they started to consternate there fire power on the amour the plague marines and dreadnoughts. Phaser fire and pulses of extremely powerful energy flew out of federal guns towards plague marines. Thousands of pulses micro quantum, photon quantum shells flew out of tanks Bradley’s, and pows out of humvees, there were 2 b Bradley’s that had special weapons that were called pods, they started to target the enemy amour , the turret moving with a machine like sound and firing a massive burst of phaser fire in a rapid fire motion.
The twin Vulcan cannon like Emplacements on the new Bradley’s increase in speed and fire power , MLR’S units fired continuously , tanks and other Bradley’s continuously, fired there main weapons and grenade launchers.

Heavy machine gunners were emplaced on high ground firing massive pulses of fire all over the place able to mow down any infantry Unit.

Soldiers target the plague marine’s weak areas firing burst and rapid fire pulses of fire snipers with MP5’s fired special rounds. In single fire mode that could cut threw even a tanks amour. The energy/bullet rounds were fired out of the barrels of the modified MP5’s targeting the plague marines.

*Sir, this is Corporal Thenolis, there is some movement down here...their guards are no longer standing striaght, they seem almost....happy sir...* said the corporal

"What do you mean happy...." asked the Captian, as he asked, he turned towards the Inquisitor, "LT, we need backup, i want Ships here NOW!...So Inquisitor, what can u accomplish? There are around 1200 crew members on board, with around 450 Marines. And even if you manage to make it to the bridge...i'll BLOW this ship sky high, leavign the commander in the Utopia Class Cruiser to clean up the mess..."

"Sir, 1 Freedom Class Destroyer, non-refit, a Utopia Class Cruiser and a Carrier is all they will send...they don't want this to escalate sir." said the comm LT

"Very well, Private, take the 'inquisitor' to the brig on this level, and post 5 guards there...LT, call up the reserves, get as many mariens as you can get between that hanger bay and this bridge...with acess points in the corridors, shut down the elevator...they'll have to use the ducts." said the Captian

"Aye sir" said the tactical LT

Now its your move thought the Captian

OOC: wat kind of creature is Zamiel? i've only played warhammer a few times, but am vaguely familiar with the armies lol

Darth Vaclavious and his small army were in a al camp with the sick and diseased. The amount of corpses was astounding. Pile after pile of dead men,women,and children laying about everywhere. Blood doused the ground making it soggy and red. The odor of dead bodies so strong it began forming a fog around everything.

"This must be stopped before it does anymore damage to my colony."

"But sir what can we do?"

"We must send the sick to a near moon."

"But we would get infected."

"Good point. Wait what was that?"

"What?"

"You didn't here that scream?"

"It was probably someone in surgery relax."

"No, it wasn't that it was something else."

"Let's just get you home."

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHBLAGGGGGGGGGGG"

"HOLY SHIT 5 ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"In the ship now."

"GO GO GO!!!!"

"We're of ground but our beams aren't working so we cant stop the Zombies."

"don't care go."

The Inquisitor did not move.
"He is coming, Captain. He is coming, and only I can stop him." He smiled, that disarming grin. "Right now, on that world, everything is at stake, and I will not allow you to interfere in something that is not your business."

Garithos stepped out from the doors of the shuttle. His eyes scanning the guards who have assembled through the slits in his helmet. His breath came harsh, in great snorting breaths, as he stepped to one side.

The thing, hovering, slide into view; sliding forward, its hands twitching obscenely.

"Pretty things...baubles; Toys. Let us play"

OOC: Daemonhost.

IC:

Countless Plague Marines fell as Lucian fought onwards. Two Dreadnaughts burst into flames and fell, crumbling into ashes and dust. The tanks continued their barrage; even as another of their number exploded. Guardsman ran forward, grenades flying and lasrifles blazing.

"GLORY FOR THE EMPEROR! WE SERVE UNTIL DEATH!"

The reek of death always attracted the undead, but when it was as unnatural and massive in scale as on this planet, they simply had to send some of their own to witness the carnage, and see if the Ashen Empire could somehow benefit from it. If this could somehow quicken the arrival of the day the undead would bring forth the unholy fires of the Underworld, and let darkness consume the realm of the living.

A single ship, shrouded in darkness, had found its way to the orbit of the planet. Charred black, full of dents caused by whatever unknown force. Almost unseeable runes all over its outer shell. A derelict it would look like to those who would see it. Dead it would seem to sensors, for no life had ever seen the insides of the ship. Even as cold it would seem as the void itself. There was only one thing that would show that something was there. Movement, even if it was not constant nor all that fast. That would be the only one that would tell of the existence of things within the ship.

Until, that is, a dropship of sorts suddenly left the ship. Single one, as black as the ship itself it was. Its engines burned with an unholy, green, light.

And soon, soon it would find itself on the surface of the planet, if everything would go as expected.

Several troops were killed as mass fire strengthened from all sides, bolts of phaser fire torpedoes and pulse fire race every witch way as personnel fired and retreated in to hidden areas and did it again several more times. 2 strange units were beamed down in the middle of the conflict they were huge suits.


They carried plasma burners, and in unison with the mass fire the burners let lose a white bluish flame of plasma attempting to coat the enemy with the hot substance the plasma was hot enough to turn the ground and several rocks in the area semi molten, the stream of plasma stream was continuous targeting infitry tanks and the dreadnoughts

Imperial Tank fire cut across the landcape, even as the Plague Marines retreated, their armor offering some protection against the insidious attack, while the Imperial Guardsmen were burned clean of the earth; almost to a man. Lucian leapt through the air, landing behind his own troops, eyes blazing with inhuman fury. He nodded to his men; who knelt, wielding rocket launchers.

"Fire" Came his hissed command, blood oozing from the gaps in his armor; his breastplate dented.

Missles joined the hail of Tank fire and artillery. A Lone dreadnaught charged down the centre; opening fire with double mounted lascannons, martyring itself by charging the enemy, self destruct engaged...

The federal troops scattered and vehicles scattered as enemy fire rained down, they contuied there mass fire as explosions rocked the place left and right, a couple more troops got mowed down 2 nests were destroyed buy the fire 3 tanks were taken out and a Bradley, but the fire intensified even more snipers targeting the rocket troops, and cross bowmen launching a photonic anti amour missiles from hidden areas, 20 more troops were beamed down along with 4 elite snipers 10 tanks, 4 Bradley’s, 2 strikers,6 humvees. They immediately began suppression fire targeting tanks troops and retreating infantry, plasma burners fire there massive plasma throwers scorching every object in sight, rocks trees ground.

Pulses of fire from every weapons raced threw the air . Bradley’s with pods all intensified there fire, phaser shells blowing to bits pieces of ground and rock heading towards enemy tanks and troops.

Mean while over the ground a squadron of AH-64 Apache planetary gun ships hummed and chucked over, the sounds of the battle was broken buy the noise of there engines, there massive engines roaring I nthe night, as they opened up there bays massive crimson bolts of fire wooshed from each of them phton missiles quantum missiles and a massive phaser cannon all fired towards enemy amour and troops .

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"My mission is complete; this site is declared hereticus Excommunicatus. I, Lucian, authorise use of cleansing fire; Exterminatus."

He closed his eyes, turning to his men. "A final charge; make them suffer, drag them screaming back to the Warp with you. You die with honor, my brothers"

He vanished, evaporating from existence, awakening in the Teleportation room. "Initiate the procedure; orbital bombardment." he sighed as he heard the whine of the cannons; then the thunderous roar as they opened fire. 5 other ships by the Pestilent Raven opened fire at the battlezone below; before turning their guns.
Forty Nine ships remained of the whole.

"Open fire at the Fedral vessels; engage with maximum force."

Sensors and scanners whirred and traine don the vessels. Precision targetting kicked in before the roar of Warp Cannons, the scream of missles across space. The Lances and plasma weapons activating in a scintilating display of discharge.

Bastidas looked at the action and said “emergency beam out get them out of there!”
With that massive blue flashes of light beamed out the equipment and the troops the gun ships flew away at amazing speeds back to there ships .

Mean while the enemy fire took out 2 medical ships and dammed several smaller ships

The captain sighed and looked over to his tactical officer saying “all ships engage the enemy fire all weapons, tactical I want you to target the flag ship and fire lets test our new weapons”

The tactical officer nodded sending the message, the titan maneuvered in to position the largest star ship in the fleet, its weapons charging up, firing its massively powerful phaser arrays, large crimson bursts of energy flew out of the phaser arrays, the temporal plasma emitter banks charged up
, and fired a white burst of beam energy, the extremely powerful weapon was fired again and again in unison with phaser and torpedo fire.
The rest of the fleet opened fire firing phaser and torpedoes towards the enemy ships.

'Focus all fire upon the enemy starships; bring them from the skies." Lucian cackled as he took his place at the throne; Imperial shields held, while others buckled; sending forth dieing ships and their debris into the depths of the black abyss.

"Federal Vessels; this is Lord Lucian of the Imperium. If you surrender, you shall be spared. I fnot, then each of your crew members shall be sacrificed to better please Nurgle. We have the ability to shatter this world; shattering you shall be nothing next to that. I give you one Earth minute to decide" He shut off communications.

"Open fire; all weapons, multiple arrays. I want those ships destroyed or disabled. Launch Plague Marines against them; launch all fighters...

Nearly 500 fighters tore free from loading decks, dodging between intense Chronosian and Fedral fire, as they opened full brunt with their many weapons. Men wired into their cockpits screamed in insane delight as missles and lazer fire roared through the void; minature warp cannons screaming in obscene sympthony as they unleashed their hell against the enemy; though countless fell to their return fire...

Only at the last moments did the dropship slow down, spewing forth the green unholy light of the Underworld, causing anything still alive on the ground below it to decay and shrivel away. It was simply to lessen any damages on the ship itself. Not to save those inside it.

The dead cannot die.

As it finally came down to the surface itself, it was as though claws came from the dropship, boring deep into the soil, securing it to the ground.

Then, a door of sorts opened. Some thing in black power armor marched out of it, one wielding a rather massive machine gun-type weapon. A spectral being hovered next to it. Then, at least a dozen others followed the two, carrying smaller weaponry, wearing lighter powered armor.

The two walked a little bit away from the dropship, to a hill of sorts, and stopped there, watching the surroundings. The others took positions around the hill.

"Yes... Yes... This place would be perfect..."

"Yes, it would, Lord Censor," responded the spectre, "But it has been noticed. We cannot do what is necessary here. This planet is lost."

"You speak the truth..."

The Censor looked upwards and saw the lights caused by the oncoming bombardment. The ground shook.

"This planet will burn," he continued.

"Yes, but their attempt seems... Halfhearted, at the moment. We still have time to take some of these bodies and take them with us."

"Yes, we do... But why?"

"This thing... That caused this... Works well. And it spreads beyond the reaches of our dominion."

"Ah, yes. I see."

The Censor screeched, and the beings that left the dropship with them walked away in pairs, disappearing into the darkness.

"We will see what can be done."

The titans shield held extremely well, the titan returned fire its Temporal Pulse Plasma Disrupters, roaring and streaming out in beams and pulses towards the enemy ships extreme amounts of power were pumped out buy the Temporal Pulse Plasma Disrupters. Phasers and torpedoes were also among the massively powerful fire as point defensive Phasers fired on the enemy fighters left and right.
As white crimson blue yellow pulses streams and waves of fire flew out of the titan heading for the enemy capital ships and flag ship, Temporal beam Plasma Disrupter banks on the titan charged up even more firing at 40% power (witch is a hell of a lot power ) several white beams of the new weapons fired towards the enemy flag ship, including massive amounts of EQT’s and photon torpedoes. (10 beams are firing at the flag ship).

Mean while on the bridge rob was yelling “keep up the fire” as his ship shook with weapons fire he got out of his chair and walked around encouraging his men.

The rest of the fleet fired again and again there Phasers and torpedoes streaming out continuously at enemy ships . The titan was taking on 4 ships at once (witch it is capable of doing)


A few smaller ships were destroyed but the capital ships held very well firing there massively powerful Phasers torpedoes Temporal beam plasma disruptors. And POD’s (the titans fire is focused on the engines and bows of your ships )

All federal fire rushed towards the engineering and engine parts of the enemy ship.

Chronosian vessels splintered and broke; at least ten had fallen, and countless fighters fell dieing like birds through the stars; others were immobilised, yet continued to fire, mostly due to Federal inexperience in dealing with modern Chronosian designs.

Lucian opened communications to his other ships
"Resurgent dawn; focussed prism. Righteous, avenging light"

Each ship charged its weapons; every fighter readied, whirring in dances of death as they all opened continuous fire at the Capital ships, the majority focussed on the Titan. It could take on four ships; but could it match upwards of 20 capital ships and the excess of fighters that were now assaulting it?

The other, roughly 19 capital ships opened fire with devestating and complete volleys against the enemies other capital ships; surging forth with ferocious and righteous intensity...

Avenging light indeed.

The Censor kneeled down and placed his weapon right beside him. He reached down with his right hand and touched the ground. His hand was still covered by the power armor.

"It feels... Odd."

"What do you mean?"

"The ground. It is as though the planet is dying."

"Yes, that is odd," the spectre responded absentmindedly, watching the sky. The longer the battle there took, the better.

"Could be momentary."

"Yes, it could. But it could also be permanent."

He took his weapon and raised up again.

"If it weren't for the living... This place would be... Perfect."

"Yes. But it isn't necessary."

The Censor nodded, and spoke. "The Ashen Empire does not need this place. But it would have strengthened us."

"Yes..."

4 capital ships were destroyed 2 were damaged the titan was holding its ground and continued to fire. Just then out of the darkness of space multiple warp points appeared and ships rushed out of sub space it was star fleet.

4 excelsior class cruisers
4 akria class cruisers
2 galaxy class dreadnoughts
1 sovereign class battle ship
5 Norway class destroyers
5 steamrunner class light cruisers
5 saber class frigates
5 defiant class fast attack ships
1 agean class frigates
4 nebula class heavy cruisers
and 1 achilles class battle cruiser

the new ships rushed in to battle there hulls gleaming in the light of the star as they rushed in-between federal and enemy fire, the USS Achilles opened fire its massive phaser arrays, massive amounts of temporal pulse plasma cannons and beam emitters raced out towards all enemy capital ships, while the rest of the fleet targeted several weak points in the enemy ships with Phasers and hell fire torpedoes, each rapid fire torpedo split in to 4 individual bomb let with the power of a quantum torpedo. With massive fire racing out of all federal ships now towards the enemy fleet the titan under the command of Robert bastidas rushed in to the enemy flanks, its emitters arrays and torpedoes blearing with massive amounts of power.

Rob said with a loud voice “fire the main cannons!”, the ship rushed towards the enemy flag ship and fired its twin phaser cannon, there was enough power in the blast to scorch 2 planets , the titan was now taking on 5 ships easily with its massively powerful weapons its emitters and arrays blazing , hell fire and quantum torpedoes racing out. Point defensive Phasers firing at the fighters as well the re enforcements, grouped up and threw them selves on top of the enemy with blazing fury .

Rob was on the bridge as console sparked and the ship shook “keep the fire on !”
The tactical officer was sighing as he kept firing again and again.


The titan fired its anti matter burst emitters waves of anti matter rushed out of its saucer section as 18 beams of Temporal plasma beam disruptors flew out of the Achilles towards multiple ships


The titans fwd shields were down to 50%, its aft 70%, its port and starboard 60%, a couple of sensor pallets were dammged, there were some minor hull breaches but force fields held in place the titan after its massive firing campaign retreated behind friendly lines and moved up to help finish the fight all its weapons still firing on 8 ships now.

The Captian looks at the Inquisitor
"You are hereby a Prisinor, you will now be placed in the brig....take him awa.." just as the Captian was talking, screams broke through the comm, "WHAT IN GODS NAME....Corporal...respond, corporal??"

"Sir, weapons fire in the hanger bay...scanning sir..." said the tactical LT, "Sir, all marines in the hanger bay are...dead..."

"My God..." said the Captian

"SIR! The Fedral Union Ships and the Chronosian ships have opened up on each other...the USTS Systems and the USTS Omega have been destroyed in the cross fire, the remaining science vessel is going into jump space....shes gone, heading for....Trekys sir!" said the ensign at science

"Dear God...Trekys will not like this...Inquisitor, you will be held responsible for their deaths." said the Captian, "Tell the Freedom Class Destroyer, the Carrier and the Marine Frigate to hold at their positions, we will be heading there now...this planet is lost and i want whatever is on my ship dealt with, maximum power to the Jump Core Ensign, get us the HELL out of here!"

"Aye sir, coords recieved from comm, the USTS Relentless, the USTS Carrier Omege-B and the USTS Scaffold are a day's journey from here...there were being re-routed to us sir." said the Ensign at the helm, "Shall I engage?"

The Captian looked out into space. From the door, you can see the explosions outside, thru the windows...it was both magnificant and terrifying...

Hearing the news, gilabadian aid will come in military C-130s instead of diplomatic ones. Soldiers will come with their NBC suitand mask, and their vests will be stabb proof instead of bulletproof in hopes that it well keep them from getting bitten. And the DRC (disease research center) will stay with their standard equipment which will include a full encapsle Chemturion suits and their field lab. Military forces include
-300,000 regular troops
-1000 Alpha Force special forces
-33,000 M12 "battlefortress"
-40,000 APC 150s
-11,000 M1096 "Paladin"
-3,000 (MLRS)
-100 F-18s
-80 JSF-35s
-100 A-10s
-4 B-52s
-10 AC-130D gunships
-60,000 Huey gunships
-12,000 Blackhawks

The Captian looks at the Inquisitor
"You are hereby a Prisinor, you will now be placed in the brig....take him awa.." just as the Captian was talking, screams broke through the comm, "WHAT IN GODS NAME....Corporal...respond, corporal??"

"Sir, weapons fire in the hanger bay...scanning sir..." said the tactical LT, "Sir, all marines in the hanger bay are...dead..."

"My God..." said the Captian

"SIR! The Fedral Union Ships and the Chronosian ships have opened up on each other...the USTS Systems and the USTS Omega have been destroyed in the cross fire, the remaining science vessel is going into jump space....shes gone, heading for....Trekys sir!" said the ensign at science

"Dear God...Trekys will not like this...Inquisitor, you will be held responsible for their deaths." said the Captian, "Tell the Freedom Class Destroyer, the Carrier and the Marine Frigate to hold at their positions, we will be heading there now...this planet is lost and i want whatever is on my ship dealt with, maximum power to the Jump Core Ensign, get us the HELL out of here!"

"Aye sir, coords recieved from comm, the USTS Relentless, the USTS Carrier Omege-B and the USTS Scaffold are a day's journey from here...there were being re-routed to us sir." said the Ensign at the helm, "Shall I engage?"

The Captian looked out into space. From the door, you can see the explosions outside, thru the windows...it was both magnificant and terrifying...

Garithos strode forth, more, new heads adorning his belt, fresh skulls for Khorne. With him came the guardsmen, their weapons readied. Yet both were eclipsed by the power of Zamiel, which moved before them, into the corridor; the walls bending rippling with his power. He glanced at a camera, tilting his head; his eyes alive with warp flame in his warp ravaged body.

"Such a little thing...I am ZAMIEL" it blinked, from all the way across the corridor and the Camera cracked, fading into static.


"I am a prisoner, am I?" The Inquisitor chuckled softly, almost mockingly. "Zamiel and Garithos have killed your men. Would you risk more?"

4 capital ships were destroyed 2 were damaged the titan was holding its ground and continued to fire. Just then out of the darkness of space multiple warp points appeared and ships rushed out of sub space it was star fleet.

4 excelsior class cruisers
4 akria class cruisers
2 galaxy class dreadnoughts
1 sovereign class battle ship
5 Norway class destroyers
5 steamrunner class light cruisers
5 saber class frigates
5 defiant class fast attack ships
1 agean class frigates
4 nebula class heavy cruisers
and 1 achilles class battle cruiser

the new ships rushed in to battle there hulls gleaming in the light of the star as they rushed in-between federal and enemy fire, the USS Achilles opened fire its massive phaser arrays, massive amounts of temporal pulse plasma cannons and beam emitters raced out towards all enemy capital ships, while the rest of the fleet targeted several weak points in the enemy ships with Phasers and hell fire torpedoes, each rapid fire torpedo split in to 4 individual bomb let with the power of a quantum torpedo. With massive fire racing out of all federal ships now towards the enemy fleet the titan under the command of Robert bastidas rushed in to the enemy flanks, its emitters arrays and torpedoes blearing with massive amounts of power.

Rob said with a loud voice “fire the main cannons!”, the ship rushed towards the enemy flag ship and fired its twin phaser cannon, there was enough power in the blast to scorch 2 planets , the titan was now taking on 5 ships easily with its massively powerful weapons its emitters and arrays blazing , hell fire and quantum torpedoes racing out. Point defensive Phasers firing at the fighters as well the re enforcements, grouped up and threw them selves on top of the enemy with blazing fury .

Rob was on the bridge as console sparked and the ship shook “keep the fire on !”
The tactical officer was sighing as he kept firing again and again.


The titan fired its anti matter burst emitters waves of anti matter rushed out of its saucer section as 18 beams of Temporal plasma beam disruptors flew out of the Achilles towards multiple ships


The titans fwd shields were down to 50%, its aft 70%, its port and starboard 60%, a couple of sensor pallets were dammged, there were some minor hull breaches but force fields held in place the titan after its massive firing campaign retreated behind friendly lines and moved up to help finish the fight all its weapons still firing on 8 ships now.

Chronosian ships were torn asunder by this sudden invasion of other ships; the blasts of the weakened Titan mauling the left side of the Raven; yet it lived. Its hull screamed in agony; its weapons readied; and what remained of the fleet returned fire.
15 ships were dead, 15 more ships that had fallen in this skirmish.

Warp cannons roared in the gloom; sending forth their coruscating blasts of raw energy. With them came missles and plasma, great gouts of cleansing flame, even as more ships died. The Imperium knew it was taking the enemy with it, was weakening them even as they themselves were weakened.

"There is no hope here, neither of us can truly win, enemy vessels. Mutually, we should surrender, before both of us are destroyed in this tumult. We have what we came for, and you, you have your own affairs. I only ask this, that your life should be, in someway spared"

"... They are returning," said the Censor with his inhumanly cold voice and began walking down from the hill and back to the dropship with the spectre hovering beside him.

"Good. It is not certain how long we can stay unnoticed."

"..."

They soon reached the beings, Wights, as they were called. They couldn't see any corpses with them, though. The Censor's eyes flashed with green light behind the power armor's helmet.

"...Where are the bodies you were to collect?"

"In the vessel," one of them whispered.

"Very well... It is time for us to go now."

They did not respond, but they just followed the Censor back into the dropship.

"Where is the...?"

The Censor was cut in mid sentence, as yet another spectral figure hovered into the ship.

"I went to plant the taint onto this planet, Lord Censor. Just if it does not end in flames."

"Ah."

Soon, the dropship's door closed and its claws let go of the ground. Then, it started its descent back to the ship waiting for its return.

And they would not have to leave empty handed.

Rob looked over to his con officer saying “should we accept?”

the con officer thought a bit “it could be a trap ..”

rob nodded “agreed but we should try open a comm. frequency”

the con officer nodded and did so rob spoke “this is the federation star ship titan, we ask you to leave, if you wish to have peace, that’s all we want we will not pursue you if you do so you have my word."

Garithos strode forth, more, new heads adorning his belt, fresh skulls for Khorne. With him came the guardsmen, their weapons readied. Yet both were eclipsed by the power of Zamiel, which moved before them, into the corridor; the walls bending rippling with his power. He glanced at a camera, tilting his head; his eyes alive with warp flame in his warp ravaged body.

"Such a little thing...I am ZAMIEL" it blinked, from all the way across the corridor and the Camera cracked, fading into static.


"I am a prisoner, am I?" The Inquisitor chuckled softly, almost mockingly. "Zamiel and Garithos have killed your men. Would you risk more?"

"Damn....Ensign, you may proced to the coords, Private, lock this guy up now!" said the Captian, "I don't want him on my bridge. LT, tell checpoint One.."

"Sir, there is no more checkpoint One, they had to abandon." said the Tactical LT

"Blast...arm the crew, secure engineering, and get the Fema MK squads up, I want these things stopped!" screamed the Captian

--Armory, Deck 3 Sub-Section 24--
"Ok men, you guys know how to use these. We are the only ones left who are trained to. All 25 of us will help our boys out you hear me?" screamed the Corporal, more as a order then as a question

"Whoo HAA!" came the response.

They walked to the nearest hatch and tore it open. One by one, the marines climbed in. Black armor, one inch thick but incredibly light, that covered their entire body gleamed in what little light there was. They made it to checkpoint 4 and prepped.

"Corporal, Checkpoint 2 and Zeta Squad are destroyed. Checkpoint 3 and Yates Squad confirm's exchange of fire with the enemy sir!" said the Private in control of Checkpoint 4

"Then we better get ready soliders." said the Corporal.

OOC:
Fema MK Armor
Height: 2.4 M
Weight: 45kg
Regulatable Blade
tri-fire-mode Machine Gun (re-tractable so that guns can be reached)
laser targeting
scope

'We shall leave. You have fought well, men of the Union. perhaps you will be of more use to the Gods than we had thought." With that, the injured fleet limped into the warp. They had struck a great blow. Now the Union knew that Chronosia had action to back up its zealous words. All the lives lost and ships destroy were testament to that.

Lucian chuckled softly. That fool Bastidias.

Rob looked over to his con officer saying “should we accept?”

the con officer thought a bit “it could be a trap ..”

rob nodded “agreed but we should try open a comm. frequency”

the con officer nodded and did so rob spoke “this is the federation star ship titan, we ask you to leave, if you wish to have peace, that’s all we want we will not pursue you if you do so you have my word.

Set a course out of here coaxial speed tell the fleet to fallow,” the con officer nodded and sent the message almost all but 1 ship left the area coixaling out in an instant, the one ship that was left behind was a nebula class science ship. It was still in orbit around the planet scanning

"Latest reports are in," Spencer said as he met Natick outside the personnel airlock. "The virus is airborne, and it's also transmissible through every fluid a human body can produce. It has an impossible incubation period."
"What do you mean, impossible?" Natick asked.
"Victims show symptoms five to fifteen minutes after infection. It's like nothing we've ever seen."
"How quickly do they die?" Natick asked.
"We're...not sure they do anymore," Spencer said. "The reports are now claiming that...the bodies exhibit HANS."
"Fantastic," Natick said. "Fast or slow?"
"We're not sure yet," Spencer said.
"Vital points?"
"Heart and head."
"This won't be too bad, then," Natick said. "It's the ones you have to incinerate that really piss me off."
Natick had assembled four of his troops to retrieve subjects. He turned to them now. "Hear that? The subjects exhibit HANS. We'll need restraint gear...and Dragons. Hit the armory; we regroup in ten."

Hostile Animated Necrosis Syndrome was the catch-all term the Bio-Sciences Division used for any contagion which created "zombies" or "living dead" phenomena. The specifics varied wildly. sometimes the zombies were fast; sometimes they shambled. Sometimes they could be "killed" with little more difficulty than a normal human; sometimes, only the brain was vulnerable; rarely, total destruction was required.

Right then, Natick and his men were only armed with their P13 Hunter pistols, semiautomatics in .375 Magnum. It was impractical for most combat situations, and was therefore issued only to Ximean Special Forces and BioSWAT, the two groups most likely to need it. The SMG13 Dragon was the largest and most powerful submachine gun in the Ximean inventory; it was issued only to BioSWAT. It fired the same .375 Magnum ammunition as the Hunter, stored in a 120-round drum magazine. It had an integral, semiautomatic 20mm grenade launcher with a 36-round magazine. It had a top-mounted flamethrower with a range of 30 meters and a reservoir with enough fuel for 90 seconds of use. The "Toaster Jelly" fuel can burn hot enough to melt glass, and it will continue burning for a good 30 seconds. The Dragon was a monster gun, designed to slay monsters. The Bio-Sciences Division was intimately acquainted with monsters.

Natick's team of five grouped up with Spencer and one assistant researcher as they left the lab site. "We should find a vehicle," Natick said. Fortunately, there were some small vehicles abandoned nearby--loading trucks for the spaceport. Natick and his team acquired one.

They drove into the colony proper, looking for any other humans, living or dead. Finding none on the streets, Natick decided to search one of the structures. He picked a big one, possibly a command facility. It looked like it had been dead for days. "Sloan, Parker, you wait with the labcoats," Natick said. "Rodriguez, Cap, you're with me. Remember, we want live subjects. If we can get them before they turn, that's even better." He motioned for the others to back away, and he fired a single grenade round into the door. The Dragons had been loaded with buckshot grenades for this mission--explosives would have produced shrapnel, which was a bad thing when fully sealed hazmat suits were necessary. The door caved right in, revealing darkness beyond. 'Power's gone," Natick said. He motioned for his two partners to form up behind him, and they swept inside.

"Damn....Ensign, you may proced to the coords, Private, lock this guy up now!" said the Captian, "I don't want him on my bridge. LT, tell checpoint One.."

"Sir, there is no more checkpoint One, they had to abandon." said the Tactical LT

"Blast...arm the crew, secure engineering, and get the Fema MK squads up, I want these things stopped!" screamed the Captian

--Armory, Deck 3 Sub-Section 24--
"Ok men, you guys know how to use these. We are the only ones left who are trained to. All 25 of us will help our boys out you hear me?" screamed the Corporal, more as a order then as a question

"Whoo HAA!" came the response.

They walked to the nearest hatch and tore it open. One by one, the marines climbed in. Black armor, one inch thick but incredibly light, that covered their entire body gleamed in what little light there was. They made it to checkpoint 4 and prepped.

"Corporal, Checkpoint 2 and Zeta Squad are destroyed. Checkpoint 3 and Yates Squad confirm's exchange of fire with the enemy sir!" said the Private in control of Checkpoint 4

"Then we better get ready soliders." said the Corporal.

OOC:
Fema MK Armor
Height: 2.4 M
Weight: 45kg
Regulatable Blade
tri-fire-mode Machine Gun (re-tractable so that guns can be reached)
laser targeting
scope

The door slid open, smoke drifted from the corridor beyond, and vague shapes of bodies could be seen. One was impaled to the wall, blood pouring from his mauled body.
"Who thinks they can tame me? MASTER! They seek to tame me, I see the fools; I know their folly..." Cruel laughter echoed now, as a shadow graced the door; its frame bending, breaking, before the psychic aura of Zamiel filled the room. The air chilled, fear poured forth. Its body crackled with psychic force, as suddenly blasts of Lascannon and plasma pistol fire commenced.
"Shall we begin?

"SIR! Checkpoint 3...was totally destroyed, they didn't have time to retreat." said the Tactical LT, "Sir, all thats left between them and the ducts is Checkpoint 4...I don't think they can hold them off."

"Damnit...well then...Marines, leave the bridge." ordered the Captian

The Mariens filed out of the bridge one by one.

"Ok guys, its time. Tell the entire crew to head for escape pods...After you guys put in your codes for Auto Destruct, I want you to pile into the bridge escape pod. I'm gonna send all information on what happened in that system to the Utopia Cruiser...and then drop us out of Jump Space. I'll then initiate the selft destruct by putting in my code...20 second countdown..." said the Captian, "Now put in your codes and get out of here."

"Computer, this is Ensign Singo of Science, Auto Destruct Code five-five-four-nine-zero-four..." said the Ensign. She then said good bye to the captian and went for the escape pod

"Computer, this is LT Johnson of Tactical, Auto Destruct Code five-five-four-six-one-nine..." said the LT. He saluted the Captian and preceded for the Escape pod

"Computer, this is LT Utopia of Comm, Auto Destruct Code five-five-four-two-five-zero..." said the LT. He shook the captians hand, went to the escape pod and closed the hatch.

"Ok you bastards, I dare ya to get thru checkpoint 4." said the Captian, as he sent all the data too the Utopia Cruiser before heading for the helm station, "All Hands, this is the Captian....Abandon Ship....I repeat, Abandon ship."

Then the Captian hit the few buttons needed to exit Jump space, and then waited before putting in his code.

And soon, the dropship docked with the black Ermorian warship that had stayed unnoticed in the planet's orbit. Soon afterwards, the darkness that surrounded the ship dissipated, revealing... Nothing.

The ship was gone. Just as suddenly as it had arrived had it left.

"Find the Master" Zamiel barked to his enthralled followers "And make sure the ship is ready. We must be fast"

It had decided to bypass checkpoint 4, and instead had begun tearing through the walls of the ship; in search of the Brig...

Captain...Let us leave, and you need not suffer the loss of your ship Zamiel's inhumanly seductive voice echoed.
Defy us, and you shall go down with it, and no one shall know your fate. You shall nourish the horrors of the Warp

The captian began to laugh.
"I do not fear you...it will take u roughly 6-8 minutes to get back to the hanger bay....Computer, Auto Destruct five-five-four-one-zero-zero....hahahahahahahahahahahahaha...." said the Captian

After those few numbers were muttered, a voice was heard over the ships loudspeaker system...counting....20......19......18.......Nearly 25% of the escape pods had jetisoned, many of the crew would probably die...or were already dead...Now i will finally be with my family Thought the Captian...Honey, i'm home..........17....

What kind of aid are you looking for
We the government of Tulong are willing to give any nessecary aid possible
I am also sorry to here about such a tragic event to happen our hearts go out to the families affected

"United we stand for a poser free land" -----
Sean Rankin

Planes flew overhead the medical camp were the 5 Zombies attacked. Each plane droppong boxes full of RADK Droids.

OOC: This is a picture of a RADK Droid. http://cool3design.hadgama.co.il/cool3design/pictures/rbx01.jpg

IC: The droids shot their way out of the boxes and immediatly started hunting for any sign of life and kill it. The droids were all most completely surrounded right away. Thousands of Zombies surrounded the thousands of droids. This looked to be too easy as the Zombies would not be able to eat through metal, but we were wrong. FRTTTTTTTTT BEIUM BEIUM BEIUM. Lasers and bulets flew through the air hitting Zombies and having their lifeless bodies drop. The droids killed most of the Zombies but not all as they were mauling the droid army. The droid army was being eaten trough by the Zombies and they were closing in.

The sky opened up and it began to rain. Pouring drenching rain that hit the droids making a clack on their shiny metal torsoes. The assault continued and lasted 10 hours. When it was all said and done only 2 droids were left. The Zombies were of course still dead and alive so we loaded the 2 droids on the Clagwire Cruiser and fired 5 fully charge Sith Synthizing Blasts and the Zombies and droids disinegrated.

What kind of aid are you looking for
We the government of Tulong are willing to give any nessecary aid possible
I am also sorry to here about such a tragic event to happen our hearts go out to the families affected

"United we stand for a poser free land" -----
Sean Rankin

Goverment Aid,Medical Aid,Trade Agreements,or Alliance is what we need.

The Warp crackled and coalesced around the Inquisitor and the Daemonhost as it rose, the decks seething and parting around them as they ascended to the bridge."A fine effort captain, I commend your soul to Chaos

The roar of engines echoed as the ship maneuvered from the dock an dup to the bridge , it faced it, and was training weapons on them

Zamiel glanced at the inquisitor; manipulating the warp about him, his psychic commands tearing at his mind, as he obeyed; forcing the ships teleporter to take him.

Now Zamiel stood alone with the Captain, letting his mind drift towards his.
"Alone at last...There is still time to save yourself; if not, I will reap the secrets from your mind"

It smiled as it saw his thoughts of his wife; taking that form.

"Would you let us die again...?"

The thing seemed almost calm in its desperation

The Captian looked up and saw the inquisitor disappear before his eyes. He gasped and screamed out...while still thinking of his wife...
"You won't get away with this...Trekys Space Command will think YOU destroyed the ship, they might want war....they might want peace...." screamed the captian.

He then looked up and saw his wife....now, she was dead....wasn't she....he shook his head... Some trick he stook up and looked at the monster in fron of him.

"To save you, i'll kill you, honey...." he screamed and lunghed at his wife.....a monster....with a pistol that was at his side, he began firing it as he went thru the air. And in the background.....11.......10.......9.......8........7.......6........5.....

Zamiel reached up, grasping the captain's neck, clothing him in the same warpfie that enshrodued him as he leapt through the great windows of the bridge, plunging through reality, giving this fool a glimpse of the sygian world beyond, pulling into the ship.

The Inquisitor stood waiting, content that one soul had been saved from that vessel.

"You have been quite foolish, Captain...I'm afraid you may have over exerted Zamiel...If his energy grows to chaotic for the fragile flesh, well...He'll need a new host body. We have spared you" Zamiel let go, throwing the man against a wall. 'Remember that"

....4.....3......2.....1.....Countdown Over....BOOOOOOOOM
In a big explosion the Freedom Class Destroyer exploded....only 30% of the escape pods had made it far enough away from the ship to survive. The Utopia Class Cruiser, USTS Reign-Terror had orders to continue on for Rigel, but it had dropped out of Jump Space and head for the wreckage.

"Sir, the Home-Flies...is....destroyed....picking up 40 escape pods sir, some of the crew made it...i'm detecting the bridge escape pod, shall i order them to be picked up sir?" asked the LT at Science

"Yes son, *sighs* do it...any sign of that ship we saw shortly before the explosion LT?" asked the commander

"No sir, but the explosion is making it hard to scan. I only picked up the pods because i used the Comm Band to find the hails of help." said the LT

"Very Well...how many in the Bridge Escape Pod son?" asked the commander

"3 sir...two male and one female...sir, one of the bridge crew is missing." said the LT

"I know son, i can count...have them brought aboard first, I will speak to them later." said the Commander, "I'll be in my room, call me if something happens."

With that the commander went into his room, although it said "Captians Room" it was really the commander's.

OOC: So, what now? Since I gained everything I required, an dhad quite a bit of fun in the process :P

OOC: I don't know, to the crew of my ship, the captian died in the explosion that was brought on by u tryin to take over the ship and thus forcing the crew to make it explode lol. I had fun too haha

the ship that was left behind was tracking that strange ship that left the system earlier, the con officer was tapping his console projecting the ships Crouse, the captain was scratching his chin, “who were they ? what did they come for its all interesting..”
the USS nebula orbited the planet scanning the area were the odd drop ship landed, star fleet was going to go look for them soon..

OOC: Forget the mini-war and battles what about my colony. People are dying and that's why I started the thread. Oh yeah plus the Zombies. But the battles were a nice addition though.

Darth Vaclavious and his temple pulled out off the blood stricken Medical Camp. The 2 RADK'S were flown off as well. We have an idea though. Why not clear off all the living people move them to a neighboring moon then take a couple diseased bodies for research then clear out the planet and sell it.

"Contact!" Cap shouted. A blast from his Dragon tore an attacking undead in half.
"That's nice," Natick said, "but we want them intact if possible." Another creature lunged at the trio from the shadows. With two precise shots, Natick eliminated its kneecaps. The creature fell forward, and Natick placed a boot on its neck. "Like this. Rodriguez, cuff him." When the creature's hands and feet were bound, Natick attached a facemask designed to keep the creature from biting anyone.
Cap and Rodriguez carried the subject back to the truck, with Natick following, watching for trouble. They reentered the building and acquired nine more subjects that way. They delivered the bodies back to the quarantine hospital. "Put them in Section Two," Spencer told Natick as he and his team dragged the unwilling subjects into the temporary structure. When they'd learned that the disease caused animated necrosis, the head researcher had had the beds reinforced and restraints added.
"We're going to want some subjects who don't exhibit HANS yet," Natick told his men as he tied the last victim to its bed. The creature had once been a twentysomething male; now it was a massive accumulation of festering sores. "Next expedition, eliminate end-stage subjects and concentrate on finding anyone still human." To Spencer, he said, "We'll want more scientists and fewer soldiers on this mission. People get scared when they see guns."

On the next trip out, Natick only took two BioSWAT agents, but Spencer took seven scientists. They took a different route through the city, looking for any sign of human life. Then Rodriguez saw something. "Smoke, sir," he said, pointing ahead.
"I see it," Natick said. To Cap, their driver, he said "take us over there."

The smoke came from burning wreckage and secondary fires. The wreckage was like nothing Natick had ever seen; A thirty-meter-long chunk of framing and metal skin, scored and pitted, and made of an alloy not known on Earth. It ticked slightly as it cooled and the hot metal contracted.
It seemed to have landed hard and at an angle. It left a track a hundred meters long, smashing through several small residential structures. Cut off by the edge, the word LIES could be made out stenciled on the outer skin.
On a hunch, Natick got out of the truck and climbed up on the cab. He could see more columns of smoke far down the road, some bigger than others. He jumped down and got back in. "Well, this is interesting," he said.
"What is it?" Spencer asked.
"Part of a starship."

OOC: seeing as how i lost 2 science vessels and a destroyer in your space, i think im done lol

"All Rise the Lord will speak." Squire Malkocavich said aloud.

"I your ruler Darth Vaclavious shall be forming a draft through out this colony of Chezko-Dastaria. Why you may ask. Well it's simply because I FUCKING SAID SO NOW DEAL WITH IT. El Conado has been over run by Zombies,diseae,and,scavengers is the second and more important reason. In all this mess thoug there are a couple of people that are trying to help. Then there are still some trying to harness the disease as a weapon. We must thwart their evil plans and find human life. We must help the country. But do not fear the people drafted will mostly be technicians building th RADK Droid. The reast will be foot soldiers.

This fight seems almost never ending and is very ruthless and thats why I call upon you. I saved this country from 2 back-to-back Civil Wars now I own you all. You will Obey."

"PSSSSSSSST This is boring." says an onlooker.

"You in the third row who just talked get up on stage."says an annoyed Darth Vaclavious.

Darth Vaclavious looks at the young man who is 17-18 years old. Darth Vaclavious then immediatly slashes his hands and feet off. He then says "Take Him To El Conado And Inject Him With The Disease!"

"Yes right away." quickly says Squire Malkocavich.

"NOW SIT YOUR SORRY PATHETIC FATASS CARCASSES DOWN I'M GOING TO MY QUARTERS." Says Darth vaclavious to the crowd.

Finally the C-130s landed with aircraft providing cover while the forces deployed. They landed near the town where the epidemic started. The DRC immediately put on their chemturion suits and deployed their field lab. All of the troops who were wearing their NBC suits, set up a command base and a quarentine camp for refugees. The other DRC field teams (under escort from the "Alpha Force" unit) proceeded to the hospital in the city to collect samples.

The team stopped next outside a large hospital. Chaos was apparent as soon as Natick stepped inside: blood everywhere, the sick and the dying piled in the lobby, laundry carts full of the dead. Even now, selfless medical professionals rushed back and forth, days of wear on their faces, some of them showing signs of infection.
Natick grabbed a rushing nurse by the shoulder. "Who's in charge?" he asked. She pointed down the hall and said, "Dr. Riker. In Trauma."
Natick led the team to the trauma ward. Days ago, it had been converted into one large quarantine ward, but the quarantine protocols were now going ignored. Its steel doors stood propped wide open. Six men and one woman in bloody lab coats tended to dozens of occupied beds. The doctors all wore sidearms.
"I'm looking for Dr. Riker," Natick said.
"That's me," the woman said, not even looking up. "I need more bandages!"
"I'm leading a team of biologists here to help you find a cure," Natick explained. "I see you're overworked...unfortunately, I can't lend you any manpower. However, I can take some of these patients off of your hands."
"Fine by me," Dr. Riker said.
"Are there protocols for moving patients?" Natick asked.
This time, the woman stopped to look at him. The expression in her eyes, only partly obscured by her biohazard hood, seemed to say Protocol? Didn't you see the bodies piled up everywhere? But she just said, "Ask their permission."

Natick brought five people back on his first trip. These patients were still cognizant, so the team couldn't stack them as they'd done with the undead. Instead, they made a number of trips back to the hospital.

Dr. Spencer ordered Natick's men to place the patients in Section One. Those who were unconscious or delerious were preemptively strapped down; the rest lay unrestrained in their beds, but the BioSWAT agents keeping guard in the quarantine tent kept close watch over them. Natick and Spencer made one final trip to the hospital; they returned with twenty corpses, placed in Section Three.

The BioSWAT team would need to make regular trips to the city to pick up more subjects as they died off. Fortunately, the hospital seemed to have a limitless supply. For now, though, Natick and his team could rest while the labcoats worked their magic.

The field team finally arrived at the hospital inside the city. It didn't appear to have any signs of life. The "Alpha Force" team got out setting up a perimeter while the DRC field team got out.

"Damn what could've done this?!"
"I don't know Jhon, nothing I've ever seen lets hurry and set up a perimeter so the field team can go in"

The 2 operators along with the rest of the platoon got into position. The field team got out and prepared to go in the hospital. As they did, a lonely figure came out of the darkness from down the street.

"Hey buddy! Are you alright? Hey do you hear me?"

As it kept getting closer the operator realized what it was

"Hey we've got a contact!"

Charlie immediately put the gun to his shoulder and looked through his site of his M14. He aimed at his chest-"BANG, BANG-BANG"

"Sir he's not going down!"
"Aim for the head damnit!!"
"Yes sir!"

Charlie aimed this time at his head-"BANG". He immediately dropped.

"Alright guys aim for the head that's the only way we can kill e'm!"
"Roger that Charlie"

One of the field team members came over to examine the body.

"This guy looks torn up!" said Dr. Veronica
"Yeah, it took 3 to take him down"
"what!?" as she tried to listen through the blow of the air in her full chemturion suit.
"I said it took 3 to take him down!!"

She took blood samples and put them in her kit.

Different scenes played out through the Ximean research site on El Conado.

In Section One of the quarantine tent, five researchers busily worked to treat the symptoms of SSMWDDS. There were about twenty patients in this section, all bedridden, but most conscious. None of them yet showed signs of HANS.
One of the doctors stood over the bed of a young boy of about six. The doctor made a few notes in a specialized PDA which had large buttons, making it easier to use in conjunction with a Level V suit. "My name's Dr. Wolf," he said in a friendly tone. "What's yours?"
The child whispered something which Wolf could not hear.
"I'm going to try to make you better," the doctor continued. "I'm going to need to stick you a few times. It might hurt. I need you to be brave." He turned to another tech. "Johnson, bring me a unit of plasma, two mils of Interleukin VII and a ten-mil AB cocktail." Interleukin VII was a powerful antiviral drug developed by the Bio-Sciences Division. The cocktail was a mixture of over fifteen powerful antibiotics, both focused and broad-spectrum, some available only to the Bio-Sciences Division. They were careful with it; they wanted to be absolutely sure nothing developed a resistance to it. These patients would be pumped full of the stuff. It wouldn't stop a virus, but it would prevent complications from further infection.

In Section Two, the doctors were significantly less friendly. Twenty subjects were heavily restrained and strapped to their beds; ten were undead, ten were still alive. They were gagged, to prevent biting...and screaming.
Dr. Baker stood over an operating table; a man of about twenty lay on top. His chest had been opened, revealing a pulsing heart and a pair of disease-riddled lungs, inflating and deflating rhythmically. With his chest open, the man could not breathe on his own; a respirator entered his trachea through a hole in his throat.
Dr. Baker gestured to a technician with a high-resolution video camera. "Get a good shot of those lesions on the lungs," he said casually as he extended the incision down to the belly. He peeled back the skin. The intestines were black and gray. "Lots of sloughing and hemorrhaging throughout the GI tract," Baker commented. "Take a look at this pancreas..."

In Section Three, Dr. Spencer sat at a countertop loaded with sophisticated instrumentation and machinery. Nearby, three technicians were slicing up a cadaver, putting chunks of tissue into test tubes and siphoning body fluids into syringes. One of the techs loaded six vials into a small tray and set by Dr. Spencer. "Third neocortex series," the tech said.
"Excellent. I'm almost done with the first liver series," Spencer replied. "When you're done with the brain, make sure you get a full bone marrow set."

In the hot lab aboard the ship, Dr. Perry stared at a computer screen showing strings of numbers and symbols and an image of a fuzzy geometric shape. He shook his head in frustration. "These protein complementations just don't make any sense," he commented to a technician. "This shell shouldn't be anywhere near stable." He thought for a moment. "Are they done with the lysis micrographs yet?" he asked.
"It'll be another hour," the tech asked.
"Make sure I get copies."

In his quarters, Natick took off his suit for the first time in five hours. He cursed heavily as he stretched, his vertebrae crackling. After he was done rounding up subjects, he'd taken a team out to kill any undead on the landing pad. For safety's sake, he also broke into the security shed and closed every gate in the spaceport. He hated surprises.
Now, he dropped onto the hard mattress and turned out the lights. He placed his Les Baer where he could reach it. He was still jetlagged, and a few hours of sleep would do him a world of good.

Darth Vaclavious still very weary had his pilot land on the battlefield where the RADK Droids fought the Zombies. All of a sudden screams and moans and grunts not human started about. Darth Vaclavious was suddenly surrounded by Zombies which immediatly piled on him. He sliced a couple in half and arose from the pile. He turned to run but was bitten on the right shin by a Zombie. Every thing began to grow blurry and changing color. He fell but the Zombies didn't pile on him for some odd reason. Then his body began to glow dark red. He burst into a cloud of fire in which no one could see him in. he appeared but looked somewhat like "The Devil" that people speak of.(Here's the picture but never mind the hand http://www.worth1000.com/entries/105500/105920xDfc_w.jpg)

The Zombies backed away but then The Devilish looking figure said in Darth Vaclavious's voice "You all shall burn in hell!!" Instantly the Zombies were singed into ash. It was clear that this figure was inded Darth Vaclavious. In a matter of minutes what they guessed to be the last of the Zombies were gone. The Figure then said "Well what the hell are you waiting for start the damn engine!" He then turned away and put on his robe mask and cape that he always wears. Then the fiery body turned back to normal or at least as normal as Darth Vaclavious was. He then said "I can now controlthis new form the form the form of the Dark Devil."

It was 3 AM, local time, when Dr. Spencer received the call he'd been waiting for. He arranged an informal meeting in the galley.

"We've worked out a basic pathology," Spencer said. "The virus reproduces in the fascia. As it lyses, transfected cells also produce rather unusual prions and neurotransmitters. The prions suppress the immune system and higher brain function, while the neurotransmitters produce the characteristic HANS psychosis. Virions can transfect other tissues, but these don't lyse--they simply incorporate the viral genome. Genes for anaerobic metabolism keep the tissues of the brain and heart alive even after somatic death."
"Fantastic," Dr. Spencer said. "Any progress on a cure?"
"Chemotherapy and radiotherapy can be tailored to kill the fascia, preventing the virus from reproducing," Perry said. "It's bad for the subject, though. Worse than cancer treatments."
"Better than letting them turn into zombies," Spencer said. "Transmit what we know to the El Conado authorities. Then start looking for a way to block the fascia's receptor sites."

"Unless a cure is brought about we mine as well blow the planet to hell build another one and put the safe citizens on it."

"But Darth Vaclavious we can't do that."

"Well why not we have no cure. We mine as well."

"But at least give it another 2 days we can't do that just yet."

"Fine, but that's it."

As Darth Vaclavious announced his intention to destroy the El Conado colony, the Ximean research team began closing up shop. Tissue and fluid samples, as well as several entire bodies, were packed up in Biohazard Level V containment units for transport back to the Bio-Sciences Division labs on Earth. The fascia-destroying treatments saved three subjects from succombing to the virus; they were released to find transport offworld. The rest of the subjects had progressed too far in their infections to be saved; these were executed.

Dr. Spencer and his team had developed a vaccine (which would prevent healthy people from becoming infected, but which would not stop a current infection) and an antivirus, which would slow down the virus's proliferation in the fascia, but not stop it altogether. He transmitted that information to the El Conado authorities.

Natick and his team rigged up several small nuclear devices around their camp, set to explode moments before the rest of the colony was incinerated. These devices would not only vaporize their labs, equipment, and mass graves; they would also emit massive amounts of neutron and gamma radiation, completely wiping out any trace of the virus from the area.

The Ximean team packed up their gear on the same ship which had brought them to El Conado. Not one of them had been infected. Before taking off, they waited for final confirmation that Darth Vaclavious would indeed destroy the colony...

Then they went back to Earth.

(OOC: Just tying up loose ends.)

The field haz-mat team went inside after collecting the samples from the recently shot body. The hospital was a mess.

"Dr Haul, can you figure out where the lab is in here?"
"No, everything's torn to pieces!"

They began walking down the hall having the "Alpha Force" team escorts search each room.

"Hey Dr. Veronica, I think I found the lab!"
"Alright I'm coming...WHAT THE HELL!!"

The room was covered in blood, and there were bodies of doctors lying on the floor. One of the doctors was lying in the chair next to the data base.

"Why was this one one gaurding the database?" said Dr.haul.

He activated the database which was open to a page which had test results, diagnosis and an unfinished sentence at the bottom which read...

"Official diagnosis unknown- massive hemmorhorrage, uncontrollable physcological outbursts. Method of transmission is unknown massive muta-"

It stopped. Dr. Haul immediately inserted the USB chip into the data base.

"Hold on I'm downloading this info"
"Ok while you're doing that I'll take these blood cultures" said Dr. Haul.
"You guys better hurry!" said leutennant Jackson as he was looking astonished out a window.

A large crowd was massing outside the north side of the hospital as Jackson observed the "Alpha Force" lookouts firing at them outside the window.