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Lambs to Slaughter (FT Closed)

Balrogga
21-08-2007, 18:21
This Thread is closed to all but those that Zactarn Prime allowed in from his FT Invasion Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=534864). That will be the OOC Thread for this and please keep ALL OOC comments in the correct place.


IC:


“Sir, there’s something funny about that freighter.”

“What do you mean?”

“On the surface it seems just a normal transport but the transponder indentifies it as a Corneth Freighter that just docked at Altus Prime ten minutes ago. That is over 600 light years away.”

“Ah, it appears we have either smugglers or pirates. Hail them and politely ask them to pull over.”

“Yes Sir.”

A few light seconds to the starboard side, a single Infernal Frigate faded into view. The ship literally materialized from nothing as it transferred from T-Space into Real Space. The frigate turned upon it’s axis to face the freighter and a message was sent:

Attention unknown freighter. This is the Imperial Frigate, The Bloodlust. Please hold position. I repeat, please hold position for inspection.

Everything seemed to follow the plan until the engines lit up as the freighter tried to flee. The freighter slowly pulled ahead of the frigate as it easily kept pace along side the smuggler ship. Aboard the frigate, the captain was watching the display with a look of incredulity upon his face.

“They are trying to outrun a military vessel? Are they frackin mad?”

“Either that or they are smuggling something highly illegal. Sensors show their drive type is one that needs to hit a certain speed before the FTL kicks in. Perhaps they are trying to jump away.”

“Well, I guess we had best not let them do that. Inform The Pazuzu.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Also, keep ahead of them and make them dodge our ship until the carrier arrives. If they are engaging in evasive maneuvers they won’t be able to build speed.”

“Yes Sir.”



Several minutes later a number of ships faded into existence as the rest of the Battlegroup arrived. They saw The Bloodlust playing chicken with the freighter, making the beleaguered transport dodge out of the armored warship’s path. Aboard The Pazuzu, Commander R’Vag watched the antics with a smile on his face. The tactics of The Bloodlust was not only sound, but it was working perfectly. It bought the minutes needed for backup to arrive. The frigate could have easily removed the freighter from existence but the goal was to capture, not eradication. He would have to place a recommendation in that captains file for quick thinking.

“Open a channel to the freighter.”

“Yes Commander.”




Aboard The Golden Dream, Captain Forester was frantically issuing commands to his pilot as the foreign warship made a number of passes at them.

“Keep dodging them.”

“I’m trying Sir, The Dream is only so maneuverable. She was built to haul things, not dance.”

“Captain, incoming message. It seems we have more company at 8:00.”

What do they say?”

Attention smuggler vessel. You are to immediately shut down your engines. Failure will result in us taking actions that will undoubtly result in damaging your ship. You have ten seconds to comply or we will cut them for you.

“Ten seconds my ass. They are going to start firing whether we stop or not.”

“Then make sure they have a hard time targeting us.”

Suddenly several alarms sounded as the tactical officer looked up at Captain Forester with a hollow look in his eyes. “Captain, the engines are gone.”

“Dammit, how long before they are online again?”

“No, they are gone. Kaput. Missing. Sensors registered a violet flash and all signals from the aft of the ship stopped. I am receiving multiple decompressions from the aft sections of the ship and bulkhead doors are sealing off areas.”

“What?”

Forester jumped up from where he was sitting and rushed to a rear viewport and stared out the window for a few seconds. He saw the entire engine section of his ship drifting away from the rest, cleanly severed as if a surgeon used a giant scalpel. He saw at least two crew floating within their workspaces, undoubtly their eyes bulging out as rapid decompression forced their bodies to equalize with the surrounding pressure. Vented fuels and atmosphere made an expanding halo around the mortally wounded ship.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Forester smashed his fist against the bulkhead wall as he watched two old friends drift away.

He turned to face the remaining crew.

“Those bastards killed them. They left them to drift in space. We will not allow them to do that to us. They will board us so they can interrogate us. We will fight and when we are about to be captured, we will turn our guns on ourselves. We will not give them the satisfac…”

Suddenly a violet light filled the bridge as a purple beam passed from the ceiling downwards to the floor. A whoosh immediately sounded as everyone’s ears suddenly popped. Screams sounded as atmosphere vented and the front half of the bridge began to drift away from the rest of the ship. The pilot was immediately sucked through the three inch gap in the floor behind his post, shredded as he was forced through the too-small gap. The Comm. Officer had a surprised look on her face as she began to drift apart, being intersected by the beam and severed in twain. Forester screamed as the last of the air screamed with him until there was only silence.



Some time later:


“Commander, here is the report of the search of the ship.”

“Anything important?” R’Vag looked down the list and saw some illegal narcotics as well as military grade computers. There was nothing worth them loosing their lives over. Oh well.

“Contact Command and send them a full report.”

“Yes Sir.”

After a few minutes as the Battlegroup was preparing to leave the area and return to their patrols, the Comm officer spoke up again.

“Commander, I have a message marked priority.”

“Send it to my station.”

R’Vag linked to the message file and viewed it. He sat for a few seconds, pondering and then looked up at the Command Staff.

“We are to hold position for an important visitor. It seems one of the Warlords Advisors is about to arrive.”



Hours later, the carrier group entered Chronosia space and held position just within the border.

This is Advisor MilAmber. I seek an audience regarding a matter of extreme importance.
Trailers
26-08-2007, 09:03
OOC: Tag.
Chronosia
27-08-2007, 18:11
Balroggan vessel, you have been codified as Imperial Allies, and are welcome to the Imperium by the grace of the Emperor. State your business, be it domestic or pertaining to Imperial Matters.

We would welcome you in discourse and accept you to our courts, worthy brethern in Entropy. Now, what brings you here?

The transmission clicked and hissed at the Balroggan vessel, broadcast from nearby border-stations and conveyed directly to Imperial High Command.

It was not unusual to find friendly vessels seeking the counsel of the Imperium, though more often they ended up further towards the Core Systems.

This, it would seem, was an unreasoning, unforeseen visit.

OOC: Crap, I know but I've g2g
Balrogga
28-08-2007, 06:34
Balroggan vessel, you have been codified as Imperial Allies, and are welcome to the Imperium by the grace of the Emperor. State your business, be it domestic or pertaining to Imperial Matters.

We would welcome you in discourse and accept you to our courts, worthy brethern in Entropy. Now, what brings you here?

Aboard The Pazuzu, MilAmber listened to the reply to his inquiry. He carefully considered his words and chose them to peak the curiosity of his ally. He only had one chance at presenting the files they had discovered in the computers they had discovered in the cargo hold of the smuggler’s freighter. Apparently the computers were salvaged out of a ship from Zactarn Prime and they contained some data that pointed them out as being the real culprits behind the attacks on Xenonier that started the GFFA war. MilAmber could only hope he presented it well enough to the Imperium that they would be interested in checking it out.

This is Advisor MilAmber of the Fallen Empire. I bear evidence of a wrong committed against us and wish to share it with our brethren. It pertains to neither Domestic nor Imperial matters, but it does indeed pertain to a matter where we have been wronged. The matter bears immediate investigation and swift reprisal if the information is correct.

I ask that we may approach and enter into dialog and discourse with our Brethren to share this newly acquired evidence. Due to the sensitive nature of the evidence, I will have to wait until we can meet in person.

Again MilAmber waited for permission to proceed to someplace they could meet.
Chronosia
30-08-2007, 16:26
Most honored brethern, beloved by the touch of Entropy, our Emperor is must agrieved at the news of this wrong. Coordinates are being transmitted that shall lead you to Chronosia Prime itself.

The Emperor has decided that such matters must be seen to by he and his diplomats, in person. I trust that you shall find the warp-taint about our capital pleasing to your forms.

The Daemon world of Chronosia Prime awaits you, and the Emperor, beloved by all, awaits your indulgence.

The voice was a hissing whisper across the comms, interrupted periodically by the insane chants of Chaos, and a subtle wave of low-level chatter, yet more obeisances. It was as though they saturated their space and their correspondances with madness and taint, sharing their light even as they conversed.

The Balroggan vessel was left unmolested, the defences of Chronosia Prime waiting, ever-ready, but ordered not to fire on the Emperor's most honored guests who came to him, it seemed, with direst news.
Balrogga
30-08-2007, 22:55
The Pazuzu left its escort behind, waiting upon the other side of the border. The carrier activated its drives and faded away as it Uplifted into T-Space. A short time later after the carrier threaded its way through the violent vapors of the 7th dimension, the Avatar Carrier Emerged at the edge of the system. MilAmber could feel the pulses of entropy as soon as they Emerged. It somehow felt familiar, almost relaxing. It was as if it returned him to a distant past, long before the Ta’Nar had climbed to the stars, a time of The Hunt. The entire Ta’Nar ranging out in massive genocidal hunts of The Prey, reveling in the savagery, the drip of the Ichors, the taste of the blood. It was a glorious time indeed.

Shaking himself from the ancient memories, MilAmber ordered the carrier forward to the fateful meeting at Chronosia Prime. The ship took the prescribed course, being careful not to deviate a millimeter from the course transmitted to The Pazuzu at the border. After a short while, the ship was in her assigned orbit and MilAmber was transferring to the surface in a single shuttle. In the cargo hold there was a large crate containing a piece of computer equipment liberated from a pirate vessel.

A couple minutes later, the shuttle gently settled down. The sleek craft hovered a couple centimeters above the deck as the side melted and ran down the hull, forming two individual hovering steps. The newly revealed door opened and MilAmber stepped out. He stepped to the back of the shuttle and a hatch melted and he removed the crate. He then turned to the representatives meeting him, the crate floating behind him.

MilAmber stood tall and proud, wearing the grey robes of The Advisors. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, although he could adopt any visage he wished. He stepped forward, following the Chronosian customs.