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{Offshore of Tarnaga, The Republic}

It was a temperate night, albeit cooler than usual. The waters offshore of Tarnaga, a rapidly growing metropolis, were also chopper than usual. By eyes on land could be seen a small fishing boat out in the darkness, its lights off--appearing almost like a ghost ship. It went up and down in the water as its lone passenger cursed at himself, or more technically at his other self. He was an old man with his hair messy and oily, his body showed no signs of ever being physically fit and his face had a little of confused tiredness about it. He had no fish upon his vessel and hadn't had any for some time now. One reason could have been that he always fished at the wrong time; another reason was that the voices in his mind refused to leave him alone long enough to achieve his objective.

'We've been out here for hours now. Go back; you're a wash-up. You couldn't catch a fish in a barrel!' the voice shouted at him.

The fisherman was Uemura Masami, 'No, no, no. I shall catch a fish; just believe in me, for once please?'

'Never! You're an absolute failure in everyway you old fool. That’s why your parents hated you, and why people laugh at you!' the voice shrieked at him.

As he had done always, he slowly found himself curled into a ball, shaking violently as his mind shattered and tried to form as it had done a thousand times before. He hated his life, he hated existence. What had driven him insane, and he knew it was, was the Extermination Syndrome he suffered as a boy all the way until now. Those visions, those horrible visions as the Capitol Police covered in blood and organs, their cold red eyes staring at him as they slaughtered children. How could any sane may remain so after seeing so much horror? He brushed his large; old hand threw his hair and continued to rock himself. 'It will go away, it always goes away,' he repeated constantly. His mind slipped away and he fell asleep as he usually did when he was on the verge of cracking. Suddenly the images appeared again, he felt like wanting to die immediately as he saw them.

The Capitol Police marching down the road of Christendom, blood running down the streets. Children screaming and running as their parents were cut down by the GPMG 42s of the Capitol Police. The Kregismarines trying to stop them but unable to. He felt as though he was apart of it, watching all this occur, he was stunned as one of the Capitol Police recognized him and advanced towards him. He could not move he was frozen in fear. The Capitol Police halted in front of him, 'We Shall Spare No One'. Then he saw the muzzle flash, he heard the sounds of the explosion within the GPMG 42, and then red. He suddenly yelled and woke up, howling into the night with fear clenching his every nerve. He jumped up and looked around, trying to see where the Capitol Police was. He found none. He sat back down in a chair and tried to catch his breath. He was sweating and definitely in panic mode.

Suddenly he heard something, the sound of air hissing approaching. He suddenly realized it sounds more like jet engines, as the roar set in. He looked around, expecting to see a JF-Teutonic, the premier Jagite Interceptor, regularly used to patrol the coastline. Though as he looked around, he could now hear it as if it were right above him. Suddenly a light flashed down upon him, so bright he was forced to close his eyes. He immediately thought it was UFOs, getting ready to abduct him. He knew they existed, and he knew he knew way to much about their plans to invade the World for them to let him just live among their enemies. He looked up and tried to see threw the light, if they were going to abduct him, he would go down with a fight. Though suddenly the light left him and went towards the front of his vessel, and focused on a single piece of clothe--flapping in the wind. It was the White Star Flag of the Monotheistic Republic. He looked back up at the vessel and saw that it was black and smooth looking--not exactly what he expected an alien abduction ship to look like. Something suddenly caught his eye, the red outline of an eagle. He squinted as if somehow he could see it. He noticed it suddenly--it looked just like the Kraven Eagle, though this one carried bolts in its claws. He shuttered at the possibility before him--a Kraven aircraft. Suddenly the bright light vanished and the aircraft lifted up, turned, and flew away into the night. He looked around, 'God no!' as he knew what a Kraven aircraft observing the coast of his country could mean. He rushed to the small bridge of the fishing boat, and started it up savagely and then took off at high speed towards the coast.

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{Yari Samurai Department, Tarnaga}

Hachisuka Haru yawned as he entered into the cold building of the Tarnaga Yari Samurai Department. As he was given a soft greeting by one of the female officers, he merely growled as he walked back. It was almost three o'clock in the morning and he'd been woken up with a cry that something urgent had been spotted by a fisherman. His suit was poorly put on, and he knew his hair silver hair was only partially combed. He made his down the halls of the Department Building and finally to the Interrogation Section he made his way towards the brown door with the words: "Interrogation Room D". He opened the door and saw the overweight, balding, bum-like person sitting in a seat, biting his nails and twitching ever so often. In the room were two rather larger officers, muscle wise, and they looked like they'd already had to restrain the man once or twice. Another detective was in the room, wearing a brown suit but looking much older than Hachisuka. He looked up at Hachisuka as he entered and shook his head. The detective sighed.

'Hello, I'm Detective Hachisuka Haru; I'm with the Tarnaga Yari Samurai Department. What seems to be the problem?' he said looking down at the fat man.

'They're coming...' he said softly. Hachisuka rolled his eyes but remained orderly, 'Who is coming?'

'Kraven...the Capitol Police...they're coming. They didn't finish the job,' he said louder.

'Kraven has been in isolation for over two and a half decades. Why would they suddenly reappear, and what makes you so sure they're coming now?' Hachisuka asked, trying to push the few nightmares’ he'd had about Kraven out of his mind to keep his focus.

The fisherman looked up at him, 'I saw them, one of their flying machines that can hover. It saw me! It saw me!'

Hachisuka raised his voice, 'There hasn't been a sighting of Kraven in the World for years.'

The fisherman suddenly bolted from his seat, grabbing Hachisuka by the shirt collar and slamming him against the wall, 'They are coming! They will spare no one! We must prepare!' the last sentence was shouted as he was being dragged back to his seat by the two Yari Samurai. This time they handcuffed the man to the table, he tried to fight back, but the table itself was bolted to the floor. Hachisuka took a step forward why trying to fix his suit, he looked at the man who was obviously suffering from mental illnesses, and probably Extermination Syndrome. Hachisuka motioned for the guards to keep the fisherman under control, and he then motioned for the other detective to follow him outside. As they did so, and Hachisuka closed the door, he looked at the detective. 'So what do you think?'

The detective smirked, 'I think the guy is crazy. Probably just give him some dinner, a few icons, and send him on his way.'

Hachisuka nodded, 'I would agree, but this is serious. Something tells me we should report this one.'

The other detective shrugged, 'We could, but the government would just bury it under the carpet like all the other false claims.'

Hachisuka, 'Maybe, but I'd hate to not report it the one time their truthful. You know?'

The detective nodded, 'Yea, I guess you should.'

Hachisuka smirked, 'Alright, keep him here until I get back.'

Hachisuka then began to make his way out of the building. The detective that remains smirked; he looked up and down the hallway and saw nobody at the moment--a rare thing. He reached into his suit and pulled out a handgun, and then reached back in and pulled out a silencer, and screwed the silencer in. He then sighed, fixed his suit. Then made his way to the door, he opened it with a smile on his face. The two guards glanced at him and noticed his weapon. One reached for his, but the detective immediately shot him twice, as the silence compressed the sound to almost short whistles. The other one didn't stand a chance as he stood stunned, and was quickly taken down. The detective looked at the fisherman and who was now utterly stunned by the events he looked at the detective and began to weep.

'You know Mr. Masami; some people think you're insane. And rightly so, your physical outbursts and psychological reports all confirm that. Though you were wise to come here and warn your country of its impending doom. Unfortunately in doing so you shortened your hours on this planet to merely a few hours. A pity Mr. Masami, I'm usually not one to take what little time people have until they die, from them. Though in this case, it is necessary,' he said putting the barrel to the fisherman's head, 'We shall spare no one.'

As the bullet ended Masami's life, the detective returned the handgun to his suit, and then walked out of the room and down the hall. By the time he rounded the corner; Hachisuka rounded it from the other end and made his way down to the room. He was surprised at the door being opened. He entered the room and immediately stumbled backwards at the bloody sight before him, 'What the--?' he shouted. He then exited the interrogation room and began to shout for assistance. As other officers rushed down the hall and saw the gruesome site. Hachisuka looked at the opposite end of the hall and took off, he knew the other detective was missing from the scene--way too unlikely. He rounded the corner and saw nothing down the next very long hall. He slammed his fist against the wall.

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{Tarnaga, The Republic}

The young reporter with long blond hair stood with her back to the oceans and her face, facing the large black camera her cameraman was holding. He straighted herself up, and brushed her hair behind her ears and put on a serious face. As the red light on the camera lit up she knew millions now watched her,

'Nishi Kinuye reporting live from the beaches of the coastal city of Tarnaga. This city is currently in a state of panic as reports have been leaked by city's Yari Samurai that a fisherman last night witnessed seeing what is rumored to be a Kraven VTOL Aircraft, used by the Corporation to scout prior to invasions, or so military experts now inform us. More shocking is the fact that it has also been leaked to us that the fisherman and two police officers were executed in the Yari Department last night after the fisherman gave his statement. This has only served to increase public panic over the matter. The Yari Samurai Police Chief Shigenoi Botan has denied that the fisherman saw VTOL Aircraft, but does confirm that an unknown criminal did kill the fisherman and two officers guarding him. The Chief also went on to say that the fisherman, who’s name is Uemura Masami, suffered from severe mental illness and is a sufferer of the dreaded Extermination Syndrome.

Due to these fears there is widespread panic within the Republic over the possibility of a renewed Kraven Offensive at Jagada. The Government has yet to act upon these rumors, though it is known that they have already raised Home Defense Armies, in all Sectors to active duty and all Reserves are being told to be on standby.

This is Nishi Kinuye reporting live from the beaches of Tarnaga. Back to you.'

{OOC: Ok, thats a much better introduction.}

Jagada Coastal Waters 0600 Hours

A Kraven VTOL sat hovering above the waters, its engines altered themselves as the unseen pilots altered their velocity to compensate for the changing winds…

“Report…”

“Confirmation, location XXX - XXX”

The Co pilot, a visor wearing Capitol Policeman turned to look out towards the coastline… his optical systems adjusted themselves to take in a distant flag that flew above a house that sat peacefully unaware of the evil that was watching…

“Confirmation Complete, All systems are green lighted, all systems are ready, awaiting orders….”

“Return to base, and await further orders…”

“By Your Command”

The VTOLS engines roared into power, taking the craft from its low position, high into the air and on course back towards a Kraven air base some many thousands of miles away….

Jagada had been found by Kraven, for months it had sent lone VTOLS across every land mass across the globe, searching for the Jagites that had escaped the first round of persecution, but now… they had been found and in the distance… the gears of war were turning, The War Machine of Kraven was readying itself… flexing itself, as slowly the beast rose its head….

Meanwhile at The Watchful Eye, fifty miles southeast of New Christendom, the commanding officer, one Major Gabe Peace, relaxed in his chair. He flipped the forty inch flat screen TV on and began watching the news. He was somewhat playing attention to the TV and reading reports from the other Dominionite bases within Jagada.

He looked up as one word went through his eyes and straight into his mind. “Kraven?” he said out loud. “If they are back, Jagada would be the best target for their war machines followed by the others that stood up again them. The Dominion being part of that group.”

He sits up in his chair and push a hidden button on his desk. A computer screen shot up from it’s hidden place in the desk. He typed up message to be send to the other nine bases within Jagada and a message to homeland about the Kraven VTOL Aircraft rumored to be seen last night. It could be false but it is better to play it safe then sorry.

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11014127&postcount=47 Read that and you will see what the bases have.

Old Jagada - Kraven Garrison 1862

The air was black, the stench of oils, dirt and smoke filled the air, no matter were you stood, the pungent smell of industrial operations filled the nostrils, the night sky was lit with the amber glow of foundries, flame towers burning off toxic gases, while below vast industrial trains moved along blackened tracks, carrying vast slabs of steel, iridium and other materials used to fuel the war machine of Kraven.

Some trains moved past pulling vast cattle trucks, these contained nothing more than slaves, Jagites spared from Extermination, used by Kraven to work the machines of the factories, but in the end, the Cattle trucks were apt, because Jagites were seen by Kraven as nothing more… just mear cattle…

Capitol Police patrolled the streets, the gantries and vast winding pipelines that ran across the entire extent of Old Jagada, clouds billowed out of cooling towers as rivers that were once beautiful and clear, were now thick with a brown sludge, waste products pumped out by the hundreds of factories that littered the landscape… a blight on this once former nation…

Flags of Kraven hung in the dark sky, the toxic winds that filled the streets caused these flags, stained by the years of chemical and dusts that were deposited in rain or during the strong winds that often frequented this part… the place was like a scene from hell, the foundries continued to churn, turning iron into useful items, tank chassis, gun parts, anything needed to full fill Absolute Unification…

Kraven continued to rape the lands of Old Jagada, while out in the fields stood massive harvesters that tore at the ground, gorging themselves upon the ores contained within the soil, great metal teeth tearing at the soil, while vast conveyer belts funnelled the minerals into great sorting devices that would use a series of methods to extract even the most minute of minerals, while Jagites, slaves to the War Machine, would operate machinery under the watchful eyes of The Capitol Police, the uncaring, unfeeling soldiers of Kraven, inhuman, bred for the sole purpose of warfare… they knew nothing else, and cared for nothing else…

This was Old Jagada, and what was also the fate that awaited the New Jagada and its peoples…

Old Jagada however was Kravens… NEO CYDONIA

{Inn, The Republic}

It was a beautiful spectacle to behold--the lands of Old Jagada. The pristine mountains, compliments by the forests that grew around them, to the open plains of the country. The dark blue sky and the crystal clear water. The grand cities--the rich culture--the gothic and modern churches. The great and powerful Jagada's Keep. With the statue of the nation's hero himself standing in the middle of the courtyard--as a symbol of Jagite power. He smiled--this was the Holy Lands, the lands were the power of Christendom should be focused. God willing--it would never end. Though has the skies turned red, and then darkened, he cried as he knew what came next. It came like it always did the soul-stealing sound of the jackboots. Thousands, no, millions of them down every street--into every home. Destroying the churches, killing the clergy, purging the dissenters. Congregations died in droves. Resistance Was Futile. The Twin Hammer fluttered in the wind on every important landmark. As the dreaded plague of the Corporation spread across the land like locust. He stood in the middle of it--watching it happen. He focused his mind, soon it would end, and then the rays of the morning sun would awaken him. This nightmare was to be over--and God willing, it would hopefully not come for a long time, or never would be better.

As his eyes saw light--he smiled. It was over. He forced them open and he froze in absolute terror. He was in a different world, no, the same country. Save now the mountain burned with the fires of industry. The clouds darkened now with the plague of the Kraven Menace, but with the chocking smoke of that industry. He looked around, the landscape red and barren has machines grinding the dirt and pulled up metals. Tall, almost like skyscrapers, they dotted the horizon, and they were dominating the terrain around him--the factories of the Corporation. Within them where slaves, working without pause, without rest, without thought. Machines they seemed to be more so than human beings. He knew where he was--Old Jagada. Though the Corporation exterminated the Jagites they found--yet this dream...this nightmare revealed that they were still here. Despite his revelation he looked around and immediately realized what the place looked like. 'Hell' he thought. If such a place could be made so in the physical world--no doubt this would pass the test with flying colors. He heard something close by, almost like talking. He spun around, in fear that by some chance he was really here. He expected to see a group of Reich marshals discussing something, but instead he found a woman behind bulldozer on her knees praying. She cried out to God to save her people, to deliver them from the condition they were in. He was almost brought to tears again by the way she pleaded. He moved closer, but did so slowly, if he were here--he did not need her being startled and screaming, thus ensuring both of their deaths. He kneeled down and extended his hand out towards her--as if to touch her. Partly to see if she were real, partly because he felt a need to pray with her. Suddenly he heard shouting; he jumped up and spun around to see a Reich marshal marching forward with two Capitol Police behind him. Straight towards the woman. She did not rise to her feet, for such would be an insult to the Reich marshal. He stood in-between her and the Reich marshal and he was determined to keep him from her. As the Reich marshal advanced he stopped in front of him and looked confused, almost as if something were out of the ordinary. The Kravenite must have ceded it was his own human flaws, for he walked right threw him and towards the lady.

'You have violated Kraven Civil Law! Prayer is not allowed!,' he said and motioned for the Capitol Police to advance, 'Punishment is the pain of death.'

He lashed out to grabbed one of the GPMG 42s of the Capitol Police--just before he reached it it opened fire. He suddenly shot up out of his bed and was screaming. He looked around as sweat poured down his face. He looked around his room, trying to find the woman. Somehow hoping she was with him. Nothing.

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{Tarnaga Baptist Church, Tarnaga}

Pastor Shiskikura Raidon kneeled down before the giant wooden Cross in his large church and began to pray silently. The usual was on the agenda: pray for the members of his congregation who needed it the most, then the sick, then for the Republic, and then finally for himself. As he prayed he sighed--for these last few years he'd felt a spiritual detachment from God. During that time, many problems had arisen in his life. Down to the point where he'd contemplated suicide to escape the issue, though he could never bring himself to do so. Few in the Republic and fewer outside of it could imagine a 'clergy' or 'holy man' facing the problems the everyday folk did--but that was what 'clergy' were, a commoner called by God to do an extremely challenging spiritual task. He sighed again, this time more so remembering what he'd gone threw. He was only fifty and his once full head of silver hair had turned to salt and pepper. He was a far cry from his youthful days. He was finishing up his prayer and about to stand when suddenly he felt odd. As though he was about to faint. He pushed up with his legs to get up, only to fall upon the alter itself. Then darkness.

His eyes opened to the view of hell. Smoke filled skies, the ground itself burning and twisted. Though something about this image seemed wrong--out of place even. He soon became aware of it, in the distant rose in the horizon tall skyscraper-like factories that just poured smoke into the air. He looked down as the sound of water splashing--if he had found water, it was nothing he would use. It was brown with streaks of red and yellow in it. As sign of extremely heavy pollution. He turned around and saw giant machines working constantly along the plains. Inside of them were slaves. 'What is this place?' he questioned. Suddenly a booming voice roared, 'This is the sins of your people. The World your forefathers left.' Shiskikura looked up at the dark smoke-filled sky. He immediately got a thought of what that voice could be. 'God?' he questioned. The voice did not answer the question, 'When your forefathers fled this land, they believed all who remained would be killed. Though the Kraven War Machine is all-consuming. Your brethren were not spared--they were put to the mines to destroy their country. Their fait is in your peoples hands. Set the Jagite people free.'

Shiskikura's eyes suddenly opened and he saw a figure standing before him. It was shaking him. He scrambled to get out of the way and jumped to his feet--only then did he hear a voice. 'Pastor Raidon! Is everything alright, sir?' the figure questioned. Shiskikura focused his eyes and realize it was a man not much younger than him--but much larger. He nodded, 'Yes, I'm quite all right. Just a minor fainting spell, happens in your old age. You'll know when you get old,' he threw in the joke to lighten the already tense atmosphere. The other man laughed, and Shiskikura laughed too, but his was fake. His mind was still on the vision he'd had.

Undisclosed Location


A large black super VTOL Carrier rose off the deck of one the vessels, The Kraven war fleet was on the move, the various vessels that make up a Kraven battlefleet rose gently out of the water, only to come crashing back down causing great torrents of water to explode upwards, forced by the weight of the vessels.

The Pride of the fleet, a Subjugator cut through the waters effortlessly, its power engines thumping away as the crew worked hard, under the constant gaze of the Capitol Police…

The Super VTOL Carriers engines continued to whine, as the pilots increased power, the craft, buffeted around by the winds gained more height, until it became clear of the prevailing winds that skimmed the surface of the sea…

Below another SVC rose off the deck, it had be positioned earlier, awaiting clearance to take off, the task ahead would be long and arduous…

Reichmarshal Helghan stood at the bridge of his Subjugator, watching as another SVC rose off the deck of a third battle carrier…

An officer, a Captain no less strode up to where Helghan was stood, with a sharp, crisp, clean salute, the officer began to speak….

“Reports show that Jagada spotted the scout craft in the early hours of the morning, but Agent Roman has dealt with the problem”

Helghan turned to face the officer, the various machine parts that kept him alive, whirred into action as his mechanical legs turned his entire body, his breath was arduous and sounded almost painfull, but his voice was filled with authority and purpose, the vox caster turned his once human voice into something that resembled more of a machine….

“Very good, ensure that all forces are deployed across the New Jagada territories, I want to ensure that non can escape…. Once we have neared the coast, Split the fleet and Blockade the ports…. Everyone thinks Jagada is dead… There is no one to help Jagada and Nothing will stop us now….”

The officer responded with a sharp salute, and a crisp sounding click of his gleaming jackboots

The Kraven battlefleet however, drove on through the cold dark waters, driving on relentlessly towards the Doom of Jagada….

Castle Von Wolf, Romania, Dominion homeland

Lighting danced the dark sky, lighting up the black surface of the massive castle. The home of dark and powerful being. A being that could rule the whole world, if he want to take the time to take it all. A being that had the power to make people fall with a single move of his blade, manipulate bloodflow to the brain to cause aneurysms or unconsciousness. A being that can make the strongest of foes look like little children in battle against him. A being that is fear and loved in the Dominion. A being that no man would want to go face to face with in battle or not in battle.

He looked at the men in his large office as he relaxed his black cowboy boots on the onyx desk. The men in the room were his sons, the Crown Prince Khaldun (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Khaldun.JPG), Prince Jibade (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Jibade.JPG), Prince Calvin Saint Clair (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Calvin%20Saint%20Clair.JPG) and Prince Devlin Saint Clair (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Devlin%20Saint%20Clair.JPG). All with roles in the Dominion Armed Forces, the Dominion Air Force, the Dominion Navy and the Dominion Royal Guards, the Los guardias de Diablo or in English, the Devil's guards. A few more people were in the room, Grand General Adolph McKnight (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/McKnight.jpg), the Current commander of all of the Dominion Armed Forces and two other members of the Dominion Armed Forces’ High Command, General James Montgomery Falsworth (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Falsworth.jpg) and General Arkady Rossovich (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Rossovich.jpg).

“The word Kraven is not taking lightly around here.” said the Count. “Dreadfire turned their homeland into nothing but a nuclear wasteland. They, the Kraven dogs, tried to kill all Jagites in old Jagada but failed. They are Jagites living here and in New Jagada. All we did was retreat to our base and waited to be attack. We will stay and bring the fight back to the Kraven freaks.”

“As you all know, the Dominion did damage to The Kraven Corporation during it’s civil war. Our forces kill all Kraven dogs on both sides of the war. We were a big thorn in their side. They did kill many Dominionites in that war but many of their slave state were freed.” said the Count. “The deaths of our men have been honored a hundred times over. But it looks like the evil corporation has show it’s evil face again. Maybe it was just some idiot trying to freak out somebody but we will not take this lightly. We will find their hiding place and make them paid again and again.”

“But father, we have not idea where they could be hiding.” said Prince Devlin, the Air Marshal of the Dominion Air Force. “Their homeland has been rapped by the nukes of AMF. Most of their slave states are not under their control.”

“That is why we must find their hiding spot.” said the Count. “I have guess where one of them are. The fact of the matter, the Kraven dogs never finished what they started in Old Jagada. That will be our first area we will check. Now, get on the horn and get as most of our satellites in that area.”

The men head out to radio stations within the massive castle and got to work.

{Inn, Jagada}

Ensign Arakida Fumihiko growled as he double checked the papers before him--life aboard the JGFS 激怒する嵐 was rather dull, for him at least. He was also one of the few men on board who stood out from the others, he was black. In a nation filled with Caucasians and Asians he was rather different. While he'd never received any discrimination more than a raised eyebrow at his skin color it still didn't feel quite like home. He suddenly heard the sounds of boots behind him, he turned around to see before him an older man, in normal naval attire, save with several medals pinned on his uniform. Fumihiko was stunned, in the three months he'd served on this vessel he'd only see them man a few times and only for a few brief moments--it was Admiral Yamashita Motoki. He bowed immediately and the bow returned by the admiral who then simply went about his business. He watched as the man continued down the corridors of the ship. As the admiral rounded a corner it seemed as if the world itself began to crumble.

Sirens and alarm wailed, and could easily be heard even threw the thick armor of the JGFS 激怒する嵐. Arakida looked around as if lost suddenly in the structure of the ship, and then the ships red alert status occurred as red lights began to glow and the sounds for all hands to assume battle-stations was played out from the intercoms mounted on various walls. Arakida may have been a low ranking ensign with primarily paper-work duty but when the red light flashed, he switched over to his secondary role--damage control. Though as he turned around to begin his way towards his section of the ship--something compelled him to turned the other way and go up on deck. He hesitated, but decided to obey his instincts and immediately began a quick pace towards the nearest exit.

As he opened the metallic door he stood upon the deck of the 激怒する嵐 and immediately looked out towards the port--which was but a stones throw away as his ship had been 'dead' in port for months. The situation at the port was even more chaotic that he felt it needed to point. People ran around as if they were under direct assault from something, only with the thought of actually being attacked crossed his mind did Arakida turned around towards the oceans. He observed and realized that in the distance, aircraft of some sort were approaching at high speeds. Suddenly the ship rumbled beneath him as the engines came to life and he felt a very distinctive jolt which nearly caused him to fall over. He cursed as he tried to keep his balance and then slowly made his way towards the door which he'd left from--still open surprisingly. As he approached it suddenly a mechanical sound caught his attention as he stopped and looked up slightly--immediately seeing before his eyes the white long dome form of the Close In Weapons Support, or CWIS, gun moving around and preparing to attack the VTOLs once they were in range.

The ship rumbled again, though as Arakida quickly realized it was not because it started up, instead he was almost blinded when the glare from the exhaust of a missile, positioned in a vertical launcher cell at the back of the ship, took off into the air. By instinct he fell to the ground and covered his head. The missiles continued to fly off into the air. He remained still for a few minutes, and after all the missiles had been launched he still remain still for thirty seconds to make sure the second wave wasn't going to be sent. Has he got to his feet he looked out towards the shapes in the distance. He could see very small, very fast moving black objects heading towards these ships. Little did Arakida even know that the missiles weren't even being aimed at the VTOLs themselves, but rather the Kraven Naval Ships. The missiles were in fact using the Kraven VTOLs as cover as their projector was designed to get as close to a Kraven VTOL as possible without hitting it upon their journey to the enemy ship. For Kraven to open fire with their CWIS systems would mean seriously damage for the VTOLs.

Arakida, however, wasn't around the witness the impact of the missiles--he had quickly fled back inside the ship and closed the door, just lucky to be alive.