~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

[OwlLover]

 

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"I don't think the gingercats will bother to attack us if we send a ship to the surface." Nostros huffed. He encrypted a message to Admiral Nark of the Centaurian fleet to send a ship to the far side of Skylix to obtain as many refugees as possible. I need to throw my weight around. "This is Prince Angolas Guardian of Terrellia, all ships, we will not abandon the Gingercats to their fate. There is a devastating weapon aboard the mother-ship and she is untouchable. We must destroy as much of the Drex threat as possible, while keeping a safe distance from the destruction path of the planet.... you are by royal order to take as many Gingercat refugees as possible if the planet is destroyed and flee to our borders. We must keep our defenses strong for this threat must not touch any of our colonies."

“We salum kute!”

(the Centaurian Fleet is Terrellian, they are from the largest world in their Empire and comprise mostly of Terrellians and then some Centaurs, Centaurs are their strongest ground forces as well)

One if the Centaurian groups sped towards the planet’s surface clearing out any Drex ships in their path, once they reached the atmosphere a single galactic cruiser broke formation and landed on the surface to collect as many evacuees as possible.
The group of 49 ships remained near orbit to cover their cruiser.

Meanwhile Nostros’ fleet made way towards the sun, their bio-link was still strong enough, but they couldn’t risk the power drain on their bio-suits.

Nostros was focusing on the battle, explosions and weapon flying in all directions. They has lost another of their smaller ships. “Alter the formation, keep the smaller ships on the middle or our shield won’t be large enough to shelter the smaller ships and make room for some of those compromised Gigercat vessels.”

“Sir we have sent a communicate to 3 Gingercat ships who’s lost most of their shields and are losing engine power. They need time to get things back up on-line.” Kasha informed him. She ran back to the coms station directing her subordinates.

“Pilots open a whole and catch those ships in our net, hopefully we can hold long enough for them to get their shield back online.”

“Brother!” Krits shouted, startled from his battle strategizing. “She’s here.”

“Who?”

“Shandrack!”

 

[member 142084]

Shandrack noticed a Battain down the corridor. "Sir was that your vessel?" She quickly turned her head toward the viewer and noticed a fleet of Terrellain ships pass by. "Gaia if your weapons are ready we can use them as a shield!" Crut and I can jump on board.... but I will stay and help if they need me here.

She noticed tha battain stopped to listen to her, though her attention had shifted elswhere.

 

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"Forgive me... but who are you?" She asked the commonly dressed Battain.

 

[TechnoCat]

Riku nodded, following her.

Once Riku was a safe distance inside the tiny gunship, the Battek fell on top of several other fleet ships below it, the propellers grinding against the other ships, causing a friction which instantly blew up, Kostos slamming the door to the cockpit shut as the pilot of the c14 yanked the lever left, avoiding the explosion. Si'ralle's heart was hammering hard, her breathing heavy. She looked at Kostos, cursing at him.
"... Excuse me?"
"You let me freaking believe you were dead. Where, in the bloody name of god, did you go?!" She demanded, having been frightened by his act of silence.
"I-I just went back to the Lunar Cat headquarters to work on the gunships."
"Never do that again. When you're in a situation where something explodes near you and I'm not around, come find me after everyone's safe - Kostos, you know this stuff. You promised you'd do so when you agreed to be a steward to the c14." Si'ralle stated, obviously ticked.
"I'm sorry."
"I'll let it slide. This time." She turned on her heel, heading towards the flight room where another steward was flying the c14.

 

[OwlLover]

"Forgive me... but who are you?" She asked the commonly dressed Battain.

"I'm Kaio," the Battian replied.

 

[OwlLover]

Once Riku was a safe distance inside the tiny gunship, the Battek fell on top of several other fleet ships below it, the propellers grinding against the other ships, causing a friction which instantly blew up, Kostos slamming the door to the cockpit shut as the pilot of the c14 yanked the lever left, avoiding the explosion. Si'ralle's heart was hammering hard, her breathing heavy. She looked at Kostos, cursing at him.
"... Excuse me?"
"You let me freaking believe you were dead. Where, in the bloody name of god, did you go?!" She demanded, having been frightened by his act of silence.
"I-I just went back to the Lunar Cat headquarters to work on the gunships."
"Never do that again. When you're in a situation where something explodes near you and I'm not around, come find me after everyone's safe - Kostos, you know this stuff. You promised you'd do so when you agreed to be a steward to the c14." Si'ralle stated, obviously ticked.
"I'm sorry."
"I'll let it slide. This time." She turned on her heel, heading towards the flight room where another steward was flying the c14.

Riku took a step back, watching the Drex and Gingercat ships battle in the distance. They had already entered the atmosphere, and weren't too far away from Si'ralle's gunship.

 

[OwlLover]

"I don't care about some stupid Centaurian fleet," the creature of the shadows shrieked. "He dies tonight! Got it, you idiots?!"

"Y-yes, Commander Kludd," the Drex pilots said fearfully.

"Good," the creature quieted down, "then get moving. You've got less than 2 hours before we launch the Planet Buster."

 

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"I'm Kaio," the Battian replied.

"I am Shandrack... You wouldn't happen to be the Battain refugee that Captain Nostros sent to help a Captain Nakiso?" She leaned against the bulkhead. "Captain Nostros mentioned Nakiso to me the last time I saw him, he was concerned about loosing contact about a month ago... I believe they became friends."

 

[member 142084]

One if the Centaurian groups sped towards the planet’s surface clearing out any Drex ships in their path, once they reached the atmosphere a single galactic cruiser broke formation and landed on the surface to collect as many evacuees as possible.
The group of 49 ships remained near orbit to cover their cruiser.

Meanwhile Nostros’ fleet made way towards the sun, their bio-link was still strong enough, but they couldn’t risk the power drain on their bio-suits.

Nostros was focusing on the battle, explosions and weapon flying in all directions. They has lost another of their smaller ships. “Alter the formation, keep the smaller ships on the middle or our shield won’t be large enough to shelter the smaller ships and make room for some of those compromised Gigercat vessels.”

“Sir we have sent a communicate to 3 Gingercat ships who’s lost most of their shields and are losing engine power. They need time to get things back up on-line.” Kasha informed him. She ran back to the coms station directing her subordinates.

“Pilots open a whole and catch those ships in our net, hopefully we can hold long enough for them to get their shield back online.”

“Brother!” Krits shouted, startled from his battle strategizing. “She’s here.”

“Who?”

“Shandrack!”

"What are the odds," Nostros smirked.

"Everything happens for a reason." Krits nodded.

"We need to get her to the Admirals ship- that's where she will be safest."

"You're funny."

"What?"

"You worry about her too much... yes she is valuable, but you forget what she is capable of."

"I can't help it."

"You better." Krits cleared his throat and quickly glanced at Tracker who was now standing by his side. "She doesn't belong to you."

"I am well aware of that."

"Are you?"

Just then their ship jolted causing many crewmen to fall. Nostro's ship was on the edge of the linked bio-shield. 2 Drexian gunships took their focus off the Gingercats and placed all their weapon fire on the Valectica.

"Sudden change of heart?" Krits pulled himself over the console.

"They are changing their attack tactics. They must be getting ready to use that weapon soon and are trying to gain a safe distance. We must be in their way." Nostros had fallen on Tracker and the two fumbled to get back to their feet.

"Or we finally ticked them off."

"Any comments?" Krits looked at Tracker.