~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

[OwlLover]

Kostos followed without a word.

Meanwhile, Si'ralle was thrown into a cold, metal cage. No bars, just metal and darkness. Her hands and feet were tied, and they had covered her left eye with another eyepatch. She was bloody and beaten to a breaking point, and she just sat there, afraid to do anything else.

Riku walked out when the elevator opened, an angry silence surrounding him. He stormed over to the person behind the glass, sitting in front of the landing pad.

"Get my ship out on the landing pad." He growled.

The Lunar Cat immediately recognized him being the one who Si'ralle healed, and got up from his chair. "I-I'm sorry sir, but we can't-"

"Get my ship out or I'll fry you." He snarled, raising one of his palms to the other Lunar Cat's head. His hand was crackling with electricity.

The Lunar Cat backed off, "yes sir!" He ran off to get Riku's ship out to the landing pad.

"Idiot." Riku muttered under his breath.

 

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We need to find Si'ralle as soon as possible. She and Riku are probably a couple of the best allies we have," Nakiso said.

"We need to get in somehow," Nakiso muttered, "come in.

Krits walked through the door he was pale. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped to clear his throat. His eyes were welling up. "Brother..." Krits began to choke. "Medrak is..."

Nostros leaned against the wall he knew what was coming.

"Our King is dead."

Nostros sank to the floor placing his head between his knees. "Why?"

"He was ill. They... they believe that the bio-weapon was designed to target him specifically." Krits looked at Nakiso. "The council is calling for Nostros to return and take the throne." Krits cleared his throat again. "Shandrak is ruling in your stead until you arrive."

 

[OwlLover]

(( *yawn* I'll see you tomorrow... I'm tired... *is almost midnight and had a really bad day* Goodnight ))

(Goodnight

Hope you have a better day tomorrow

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[OwlLover]

Krits walked through the door he was pale. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped to clear his throat. His eyes were welling up. "Brother..." Krits began to choke. "Medrak is..."

Nostros leaned against the wall he knew what was coming.

"Our King is dead."

Nostros sank to the floor placing his head between his knees. "Why?"

"He was ill. They... they believe that the bio-weapon was designed to target him specifically." Krits looked at Nakiso. "The council is calling for Nostros to return and take the throne." Krits cleared his throat again. "Shandrak is ruling in your stead until you arrive."

Nakiso sighed.

 

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Nakiso sighed.

(that was poetic )

Nostros looked up at Nakiso. "A King must protect his people, not simply rule them." He wiped a tear from him eye. "We will see this through, or the attacks will simply keep coming. I will send instruction to Shandrak, she can handle our home-world. The other guardians are still there to assist her."

Krits kept his gaze on Nakiso, then he looked back at Nostros. "Sire, you should trust Nakiso about Coracle. Sorry for prying Captain."

"The Lunar Cats?"

"Captain Mork has us already en-route to the system, we have a hiding spot." Krits took a very deep yet shaky breath.

"You will take the Battek II to retrieve them, I need the frigate to communicate with Terrellia. I will be very busy the nest few days. Show Captain Nakiso his new toy brother, and yes you have to go you need to pin point our allies. I must comfort the crew now.... excuse me."

 

[OwlLover]

(that was poetic )

Nostros looked up at Nakiso. "A King must protect his people, not simply rule them." He wiped a tear from him eye. "We will see this through, or the attacks will simply keep coming. I will send instruction to Shandrak, she can handle our home-world. The other guardians are still there to assist her."

Krits kept his gaze on Nakiso, then he looked back at Nostros. "Sire, you should trust Nakiso about Coracle. Sorry for prying Captain."

"The Lunar Cats?"

"Captain Mork has us already en-route to the system, we have a hiding spot." Krits took a very deep yet shaky breath.

"You will take the Battek II to retrieve them, I need the frigate to communicate with Terrellia. I will be very busy the nest few days. Show Captain Nakiso his new toy brother, and yes you have to go you need to pin point our allies. I must comfort the crew now.... excuse me."

(Haha )
"I'm ready," Nakiso said, standing up.

 

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Nostros approached Captain Torik who was waiting for him at the Battle Shuttle. "Godspeed. My heart is with your people, may they find their way..." Nostros reached his arms out to Torik (it was customary for grieved partings amongst the Terrellians to grasp forearms as a 'manly type' hug. Instead of a double handshake it was a double arm shake). "Should you need we can join empires until your strength is back, I pray they have not destroyed your other head systems!"

 

[OwlLover]

"Follow me," Krits said walking out of the room. Krits said nothing on the way to the Battek II, on the way they encountered a few wailing crew members.

The ship com beeped. "This is Prince Angolas, Heirking of Terrellia. The Loss of our beloved King Medrak will grieve us all. I wish I could speak adequate words of comfort to you... but I can find none. We will go on, Terrellian will live on. I will protect the peoples of our world and defend life as our King before me. We will stop our enemy and allow no more genocide. The Albino will survive and our species, our home-world. That is a promise. Some of you may have heard for me to leave you now, but I will fight on the front-lines as the Kings of old. We will complete our mission and see this through."

"We salum kute"

"Now let there be silence until we reach our destination, to meditate and clear our minds of grief."

Krits and Nakiso climbed through the docking port unto the Battek II. Nakiso's comrade was already waiting for them on board.

Nakiso followed him out, watching the grieving Terrellians with sympathy. Once he was inside the ship he glanced around in amazement. It looked almost exactly like the original Battek, with a few exceptions. The plasma jets poured out from the back jets on the ship, creating a purplish hue in the docking port area.

 

[OwlLover]

Nostros approached Captain Torik who was waiting for him at the Battle Shuttle. "Godspeed. My heart is with your people, may they find their way..." Nostros reached his arms out to Torik (it was customary for grieved partings amongst the Terrellians to grasp forearms as a 'manly type' hug. Instead of a double handshake it was a double arm shake). "Should you need we can join empires until your strength is back, I pray they have not destroyed your other head systems!"

Torik sighed, "thank you Nostros. The entire Gingercat Empire is going to be in a complete frenzy for at least the next 10 years... we'll be lucky if we recover half of what we lost." He was worried sick about Kyro, clinging to hope that he was alive.

 

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Torik sighed, "thank you Nostros. The entire Gingercat Empire is going to be in a complete frenzy for at least the next 10 years... we'll be lucky if we recover half of what we lost." He was worried sick about Kyro, clinging to hope that he was alive.

"Find your friend." Nostros watched Torik board the shuttle and it began it's departure.