Bekhaera
25-04-2006, 20:39
Viceroy Palmer sounded the alarm, the S.S. Chimera, S.S. Plague, S.S. Pestilence and S.S. Serpentine all switched into attack formations.
They had found the enemy, the fleet was prepared for a skirmish but not for what they would now see
half a dozen imperial cruisers heading for them, the Viceroy's heart pounded away and then came the incoming message he had wanted but dreaded so much so since this chase started
"We the Akallabeth, long since removed form our homeworld have come to claim it once more so we may resurrect the empire of the Akkalabeth, across the galaxy you can find our ruins, many nations have used our technology and now we shall show them the true strength of our people"
the message ended and then a sudden jolt
"fires breaking out on decks 12 through 15 Viceroy" Ensign Kamichi shouted over the blaring siren
"then do your job and stop them before we end up liek the Ravager" yelled Palmer, his face twisted form the hatred long kept inside him, he was a man set to avenge his peple and also his family, being a distant relation to the deceased emperor Bekhu
the Akallabeth were the orginal rulers of Bekhaera, how come there was no offcial note of this in Bekhaera pondered Palmer as several TIE raptors sped out of the landing bay of the Pestilence and straight towards the flagship of the akkalabeth
Palmer knew this victory would not be won with just his fleet, Ensign Kamichi erupted with anger
"THEY'VE JUST CALLED FOR MORE REINFORCEMENTS!"
"from where? and how?" asked Palmer witha dead look in his eyes
"I DONT KNOW SIR BUT IF THIS INFOR MATION IS CORRECT, THE ENTIRE FLEET OF THE AKKALABETH!" shouted Kamichi
"I ahve no idea how big that damn fleet is ensign, what does the chatter say" asked a seeminly unnerved Palmer
"at least 500 ships in total sir, carrying approx half a million and maybe more troops as well...i dont think we'll last the skirmish sir"
Palmer sat down and typed out a message and put it on all frequencies
"This is The S.S. Plague, of the newly formed Star Fleet of Bekhaera... We ask for assistance in any shape or form from our allies, their fleet is numerous and for all we know there could be more out there, they claim to be restoring their dead empire, which is according to them galaxy wide,, if we fall then the homeworld is next and so they shall sweep across the worlds and claim dominion of us all, we cant stand alone..our co ordinates are 657 -7463 Dead Spire quadrant.. we will hold them at bay for as long as we can but im afraid this is futile"
and with that Palmer stood up and said
"this may be the last battle we ever fight, lets put ona god damn fucking show they'll never forget"
They had found the enemy, the fleet was prepared for a skirmish but not for what they would now see
half a dozen imperial cruisers heading for them, the Viceroy's heart pounded away and then came the incoming message he had wanted but dreaded so much so since this chase started
"We the Akallabeth, long since removed form our homeworld have come to claim it once more so we may resurrect the empire of the Akkalabeth, across the galaxy you can find our ruins, many nations have used our technology and now we shall show them the true strength of our people"
the message ended and then a sudden jolt
"fires breaking out on decks 12 through 15 Viceroy" Ensign Kamichi shouted over the blaring siren
"then do your job and stop them before we end up liek the Ravager" yelled Palmer, his face twisted form the hatred long kept inside him, he was a man set to avenge his peple and also his family, being a distant relation to the deceased emperor Bekhu
the Akallabeth were the orginal rulers of Bekhaera, how come there was no offcial note of this in Bekhaera pondered Palmer as several TIE raptors sped out of the landing bay of the Pestilence and straight towards the flagship of the akkalabeth
Palmer knew this victory would not be won with just his fleet, Ensign Kamichi erupted with anger
"THEY'VE JUST CALLED FOR MORE REINFORCEMENTS!"
"from where? and how?" asked Palmer witha dead look in his eyes
"I DONT KNOW SIR BUT IF THIS INFOR MATION IS CORRECT, THE ENTIRE FLEET OF THE AKKALABETH!" shouted Kamichi
"I ahve no idea how big that damn fleet is ensign, what does the chatter say" asked a seeminly unnerved Palmer
"at least 500 ships in total sir, carrying approx half a million and maybe more troops as well...i dont think we'll last the skirmish sir"
Palmer sat down and typed out a message and put it on all frequencies
"This is The S.S. Plague, of the newly formed Star Fleet of Bekhaera... We ask for assistance in any shape or form from our allies, their fleet is numerous and for all we know there could be more out there, they claim to be restoring their dead empire, which is according to them galaxy wide,, if we fall then the homeworld is next and so they shall sweep across the worlds and claim dominion of us all, we cant stand alone..our co ordinates are 657 -7463 Dead Spire quadrant.. we will hold them at bay for as long as we can but im afraid this is futile"
and with that Palmer stood up and said
"this may be the last battle we ever fight, lets put ona god damn fucking show they'll never forget"