~The Battle of the Empires~ New RP NEED PLAYERS - Page 2

The ship appeared on their radar, it was small, hovering near the star, unmoving. It was jet black, with 3 triangular wings, one on the top and two on the sides. She also had 3 jets in the back, the one in the center belching what appeared to be plasma and the two beside the one in the center belching a strange white flame. The cockpit was almost as dark as space itself (figuratively speaking of course), only reflecting anything that tried to look inside it and keeping whoever was piloting it anonymous. It was armed with several anti-ship missiles, blasters, and even a few anti-matter weapons, however it appeared to be in a defensive state as it had its shields up and was clearly designed for speed instead of combat. One thing was clear, however, it was a Battian Ship, and it appeared to have fled from a fight.

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At the end of the long hallway was a doorway, millions of years old. It had been built to withstand the heat, rays, and pretty much anything on this desolate T0 world that only the Drex could survive on.

 

The Drex were one of the oldest empires in the galaxy. They are reknowned, almost every single empire knew about them for their hostility. They were a canine-like species, looking like a collie without a tail. They had enhanced their body with cybernetic parts to help them survive on T0 worlds, as after a catastrophe billions of years ago it turned nearly all of the planets they inhabited to T0. It is unknown how they came about, all that is known is that they created a barricade around the center of the galaxy. Very few captains had managed to break through and get to the center. Some of the handfull of captains who managed to get there thought it was because what was there was a threat to their existance. However no one truly knew why they did, and all they could do was theorize.

 

Civer took a deep breath as he past by the Drex soldiers who were pacing around the door like caged animals, his robotic foot letting out a low "clink" in the hallway every time he took a step. On top of the doorway it read, in ancient Drexian dialog,

These are the gateways to Xerdo

With a final breath, Civer hesitantly pushed the door outwards, turning his head away from what awaited him there.

On the other side of the doorway, there was a room similar to a cathedral, with many ancient pictures of famous Drex commanders among the walls. The floor was made out of cold stone, and in the center of the room was a throne. In the center, was no one, but the Master of All. Civer didn't dare look up as he closed the doors behind him.

"What is the report?" The "Master of All" spoke, his booming voice ricochetting off the walls.

"The attack on Battia was successful, sir," Civer spoke quietly, still holding his head low and not daring to make eye contact.

"Speak up." The master snapped irritatedly.

Civer cleared his throat and said, "the attack on Battia was successful."

"There, that's better." The master spoke, his voice gutteral and dark sounding. "Where is Nakiso?"

"He-" Civer spoke, his voice shaking as he tried to come up with an excuse.

"You let him get away?!" The master yelled scornfully.

"No sir," Civer replied, praying that the master wouldn't destroy him, "w-we didn't know where he was..."

"Enough. We need to figure out something to stop him dead in his tracks." The master spoke, he was clearly still irritated but was much more calm. "The mothership is already on its way to Sol 3, correct?"

"Yes sir," Civer replied.

"Good. You have the supercube with you as well, yes?"

"Yes my lord," Civer replied, holding the glowing blue cube before him. The master levitated it in front of him.

"Perfect. Once we're finished manufacturing that gas we'll use it as a weapon against that Nakiso." The master said, a small smile growing across his face.

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“Good to have you back Captain.” Krits smirked.

“who is it?” Nostros removed his cold weather jacket.

“A Battain war craft.  Scanners show some unusual energy readings, think she’s seen a little action.”

Nostros entered the bridge of the expedition class war bird.  “pull up the specs on that craft Ensign.”  The view screen had a box window which toggled through several ship designs. 

“We have a match Captain, Battain stinger.”

“Must’ve been in a hurry.” Nostros grunted. “See if you can hail him on a narrow band, let’s find out what’s going on.”

Nakiso, completely oblivious as to what Nostros and his crew were doing, opened up the scanner on the dashboard before him in order to get some information to see if there were any signs of life in the system. The Battian Empire logo appeared, before a scanning screen replaced it. Memories began bombarding his mind, but he reminded himself that place of that past was gone. He proceeded his scan in the solar system to detect any signs of life.

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"Maybe he's dead sir."  Krits commented.

 

"He's maintaining orbit."  Nostros leaned forward in his chair.  This is a waste of time, we need to get back.  But... perhaps Shandrak was correct, maybe there is trouble going on... better be safe. "Jump to the nearest orbiter to confront him,  stay out of weapons range.  Battains are not known to be trouble, but they can be trigger happy neighbors."

 

"Aye Captain."

It was then that Nakiso noticed that his communication button was flashing and letting off a light beep, someone was trying to establish contact. He shut down the scanner and pressed the communications button, the hologram appearing on both ship's dashboards. At first there was static, but it soon faded and the famous Battian commander appeared on the screen. His black fur and grey underbelly confirmed it. He appeared slightly disheveled, though tried to hide it.

"This is Captain Nakiso d'Anver of the Battian Empire," he spoke, "may you please identify yourself?"