Space E-war

[dinoman666]

The Legcay of Torment's dovin basals were mostly hidden within the craft's coral structure, and its thick armor and black hole shielding blocked many attacks. Nevertheless, the Grand Cruiser retreated behind more worldships, which focused fire on the frontmost Vardian ships.

Grievous swung his Lightsabers at the first Vong warrior, the blades locking with his opponent's Apmhistaff, much to Grievous' surprise. The Vong hissed, "Jeedai!" then swung the serpent at Grievous' head. He ducked, stabbing both Lightsabers into the Vong's gut. The Vonduun Crab Armor resisted the blades, but Grievous' sheer strength allowed him to tear through the armor and kill the warrior. The cyborg barked, "Aim anywhere they don't have armor! It's pretty d*mn tough!"

[TyrannoTitan]

OOC: ....Its one thing to have black hole shields that last seconds to absorb projectiles, but its something TOTALLY different to have the shields last FOREVER. They would just rip apart the Vong ships. I don't know if you two are saying they power up and dissipate, or they are on all the time...but if its the latter, you better rethink it FAST.

Spectre flipped forward, landing behind one of the advancing Vong, impaling its neck with one blade, swinging around to throw the warrior into its comrades, bowling the first few Vong over. Spectre raised the blades defensively, the single "eye" at the center of the face plate glowing threateningly...

[Doc 42]

Nightshade responded simply "My forces are currently stationed outside your boarder and making no attempt to engage you in any way. You approached us. Either state the purpose for this meeting or cease contact."

[Anaclagon]

OOC: Each dovin basal is capable of generating micro black holes and there are like hundreds on each ship. They wouldnt last forever but at the same time, some are activated and some are off. When the one's that are on "rest" the ones that were off go on.

Suddenly, the Vong Warriors began to chant in one unified voice. Suddenly appearing was none other then Vong Supreme Overlord himself...Shimrra Jamaane. The Overlord was a giant even by Vong standards. His heavily built body was covered in thick armor and his ten fingers have all been replaced by ten other carnivore fingers. His giant head was covered in countless scars. His weapon was none other then the Vong's Scepter of Power. Easily considered to be the Vong's strongest warrior....

"You....will die" The Overlord's eyes rested on Grievous as the alien stepped forward.

[dinoman666]

Shedao stood next to the Supreme Overlord, and he growled, "It will be such a shame to destroy such a big, shiny droid such as you!" Grievous snarled, "I am a cyborg, you fool, not a droid!" Upon hearing this, almost every Vong in earshot stopped fighting, turning to face Grievous. None of them said anything, until Shedao hissed, "Heresy!" And charged forward with an animalistic howl. Several more Vong charged at the cyborg, but they were intercepted by his MagnaGuards. Grievous parried the frenzied blows from his foe, eventually grabbing the Amphistaff by its head with his foot and slamming it forcefully into the ground, killing it. Shedao picked up another Amphistaff from a fallen Vong, and the creature's body loosened, turning it into a hissing whip, snapping angrily at Grievous...

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre hacked the head off one of the staffs, using his other sword to cut the Vong using it's hand off. Quickly slashing its throat, Spectre lept up and kicked it in the chest, sending it colliding with the others, once again trying to keep the number of Vong attacking them down. "I'll assume you take the large and angry ones, while me and your droid friends deal with the fodder?" he droned to Grievous, swords once again raised in defense...

[Anaclagon]

"The Vermin...you are all mere fools to the Gods. Your death shall come by my hand and let the Gods be praised...You will be the first to die" The Overlord snarled. The three meter long weapon was very much alive...the weapon poised to strike as the Vong Leader stared Grievous, eye to eye. The horribly scared Vong made his entire face look like one giant flesh wound that never healed. Many of his body parts werent his own at all which only added to his scary apperance. The battle in orbit continued but the Vong knew victory was inveitable..

[dinoman666]

"Of course, Spectre," replied Grievous, kicking Shedao into Shimmra, in an effort to knock the big Vong down.

[Doc 42]

Thara looked up as Blaze entered, before saying enthusiastically "Hey dude, check this out! Massive civil war after breaking out over Maricas! Think of all the salvage!"

On the screen, the large ship seemed to be waiting, more fighting erupting around the outskirts of the battlezone as reinforcements began trickling in from around Marican controlled territory. Interestingly enough, it seemed the attackers had managed to completely separate the Maricans from their all important drones. Still, the defenders were putting up a good fight. The news reels had been following a cruiser which had survived the entire battle from the start, having claimed over 8 kills throughout the course of the fight. Most of the killing was being done by the smaller ships while the larger ones picked at each other slowly.

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre parried a blow with one sword, jabbing out at the Vong warrior's stomach, unable to pierce completely through its armor. Immediately making another plan of attack, the armored humanoid pulled the swords back, allowing the staff closer, kicking the head of the staff, knocking it out of the Vong's hand, before jabbed his swords forward. The blades sank into the alien creature's neck, Spectre pulling to the sides violently, the Vong's head barely hanging attached to its neck, Spectre watching as it slumped to the ground...

[Anaclagon]

The Overlord snarled swung his arm in defense, violently smashing the field commander away from him. The Overlord didnt care if Sheeado survived or not but this disgrace before him was an insult to the gods...he was to die a brutal yet honorable death. Shirmma suddenly dashed forward as he swung the legendary Scepter of Power towards Grievous...it was time for him to fight.

[Doc 42]

Deep within the hazy atmosphere of a wasteland planet tavern a young Koultian plodded through the crowds, heading for the bar. Pushing his way past the throngs of aliens, the cloaked creature hopped up onto one of the stools and beckoned the barman closer, a tall Trandoshan with a scarred face. The barman grunted "What'll it be kid?" The koultian scowled from under his hood and hissed "I don't drink poison, but I'll have a Fireball served with no head." Immediately after, he slipped a small data stick out from his cloak and handed it to the Barman. The Barman quietly slipped it into his own pocket, the kid adding "Everything is there, here's your cut." He pushed some red star like chips onto the table. They were credit chips, being the local currency and derived from the KDR banks.

The bartender handed the young koultian a glowing orange drink and then went into the back room, clicking the data stick into his computer and opening its contents. It was contact information. Someone wanting to contact a bounty hunter known as Mal'ganis. He often got things like this from outsiders wanting to make use of the Black Market's services, mostly underhand businesses.

He sent the message on to Mal'ganis, having dealt with the bounty hunter before. It was quite brief, containing just a contact number and the promise of a reward.

[dinoman666]

Grievous parried the blow, pushing backwards on the Scepter and making Shimmra stumble back. Grievous stepped forward, sabers raised, but he stabbed into Shedao's chest instead of the Overlord's, the Vong having jumped in the way of the blow. Throwing the now-dead alien to the side, Grievous snarled angrily and moved towards Shimmra again, Lightsabers spinning...

Arqueek walked by Thara's room, hearing what he had said through the doorway. Poking his head in, whiskers twitching, he asked, "What's this about civil war and salvage?"

[TyrannoTitan]

Mal'Ganis turned his cloaked head, the sounds of incoming communications alerting him. The Jedi was within his ship, resting, even though the craft was docked on a low key "free" planet, which seemed to be the only safe places for him to stay. Standing, Mal'Ganis headed over to the console near the pilot's chair, the Jedi having managed to recover his modified Imperial ship, after much needed repairs, of course, having sold the shuttle Revan had given him. Taking a look at the incoming information, Mal'Ganis found it to be yet another chance for work...which he would gladly accept. Since his encounter with Revan and the Vong, the Jedi had continued the bounty work he used as his main income, and this was just another contract.

Entering the information into the ship's communication device, Mal'Ganis attempted to directly contact his proposed employer with a simple message: "This is Mal'Ganis, what do you want?"

Spectre sheathed his swords suddenly, watching as two Vong advanced toward him. His hands moving like lightning, the Vong warriors suddenly found themselves with holes through their heads, slumping over the following moment, two bursts of gunfire signaling their demise. Spectre held two handguns, which fired bursts of 3 shells with every pull of the trigger, having killed the Vong before they could get within melee range. "I was never one for honor..." he droned to the dead aliens, turning his attention elsewhere...

[The Kingpin]

"Man, with the kind of salvage we could get from there, we'd be rolling in it!" said Blaze, the thoughts of what could be retrieved making his head spin...

"My business with you is simple: reversing all political damage caused by the defunct sentry by whatever means nessecary. after all, we would hate to have the wrong impression given off to unknown factions. think of the wars that could start off such misunderstandings! i'm sure you understand that such a relatively young race as ours can't afford to let mistakes go uncorrected in this matter" said the Captain...


the joint TGDA, Imperial and Vardian forces began turning the fight back on the Vong, as billions of tons of ammunition collided with the Legacy of Torment, rapidly overwhelming the Dovin Basals' ability to protect the living ship. Serephir's fleet had drifted in from the side, unleashing all their weapons on the vong, eating a massive hole in the center of the fleet, the thousands of ships easily splitting apart the Vong's Worldship core, seperating them from eachother and minimising the Dovin Basals' ability to support eachother...

[Doc 42]

Nightshade replied calmly "Then please, reverse it."


The Cypher finally managed to crack the last bit of protection on the Solar Generator. A final choice popped up on its GUI. "Confirm energy release"

He confirmed it.
The solar generator, resting at the bottom of the long helix that made up the Cypher's Ballistae IV cannon, suddenly begun vibrating. The energies within it swirled around angrily, pushing against the device's surface, its shape beginning to deform. Suddenly, a thin seam burst in its surface, a massive swathe of fire bursting out in a ray across the battle zone, sweeping along as the generator rotated, the arms which made up the Ballistae glistened, glowing white hot as the ray swept over them... Another ray burst out, this one shooting out across a massive distance, scoring across a Jr-10, it's shield bursting into flame momentarily.

Thara watched the screen carefully, confused as to what was happening... It was as if the machine was self destructing...

The narrators voice cut in once more "I do not hesitate, and I do not show mercy. I am your judge, your jury, your executioner, and your eternal tormentor. I am Cere'kan. Mind and matter as one."

Unable to contain the generator any longer in fear of it completely disintergrating, the Cypher fired the cannon. An orange pulse shot out down along the helix, carrying the generator with it shooting it forward at warp speeds. The force of the shot tore open the generator, fully releasing its contents. The Ballistae wasn't usable for conventional shells, they were torn apart upon being fired. For the solar generator, it didn't matter.

A massive pillar of flame suddenly connected the Cypher to the Marican sun. Several smoke like rings rang out from around it

The surface of the sun seemed to sink inwards where the generator had collided with it, the gravity displacement causing its shape to warble. Suddenly a massive fireball broke from the sun's opposite side in a splash of fire. A star, once imprisoned for its energy, now released, as a weapon of war.

With both stars connected and forming into one, the sun's size began ballooning out, as it did so, it burnt its fuel faster than any sun was supposed to. As it burnt, its gravitation strength died, as it expanded, its density fell. Within 30 seconds, a process which usually took billions of years suddenly completed and the star exploded. Within the space of a few seconds, the star's outer layer had exploded out and engulfed the entire star system. Maricas's surface melted in an instance before being thrown out of its normal orbit. A huge gamma ray burst raced across the galaxy, putting other nearby systems at risk. Older or low resistant ships were vaporised. Others, mostly Marican battleships or Drone sun diving craft were flung away like pebbles. What remained at the stars centres were two massive fire balls attempting to pull in opposite directions, their surfaces rapidly being hurtling away into space. The remnants of the stellar entities which had wrought the apocalyptic explosion. The fireballs slowed, then were dragged back into each other by their gravity. They collided, ripping through each other and out the other side once more, the collision causing yet another explosion. The strange dance continued, generating wave after wave of deadly fire.

Thara watched on, the screen shaking before eventually going to static, replaced instead by a technical difficulties sign. Marbh glanced upwards, remotely triggering the sun roof, the hull sliding away above the rec room to reveal the night sky. Visible right above them was a pulsing spot in the sky, much larger than the surrounding stars. The Old sentinel commented wearily "Well isn't that the handy coincidence? I was hoping we would get to watch...."

The explosion wasn't done yet. both stars continued to dance around each other, their leaps becoming shorter and shorter with every merge, and the gamma ray burst still raced across space, any unprotected planet within range would be bathed in such destructive radiation that all life could be brought to an end with moments. Thankfully, there was only a handful of planets within that area, and those that were were either already gone or protected from such disasters...


A human voice greeted Mal'ganis "Hello bounty hunter. You may refer to me as the builder. I have a simple contract for you requiring the kidnap of a human living locally in isolation. I pursued him here, and now I need someone to bring him in for me. Should you choose to except, you will be paid 5,000 KDR credits upfront and another 5,000 credits when we receive the package."

If traced, the com signal would lead to a random house in one of the cities planetside... The builder wasn't taking any chances.

[The Kingpin]

"You know better than i do what your point of view on the situation is. my choices are limited with my knowledge. but what i do know, is that, from what i've seen, you've taken the false first impression too seriously" said the Captain. he gestured towards a door nearby, fairly large, usually used as a Pilot's lounge. one of many, but this one cleared for the occasion. "I can't truely say how much you feel for such comforts as we're accustomed to, but please, join me in the Pilot's lounge. I was never one to stick to formalities" said the Captain...


Blaze stared up at the explosion, wide eyed. "Holy....****. there goes our salvage....hell, screw the salvage, there goes my feeling of safety out here..." said the young Vardian. he suddenly began feeling very...vulnerable away from the reassuring presences of powerful forces...

[Anaclagon]

"The Vong's fleet is taking heavy damage. Despite being outnumbered, I noticed their offensive power has been slightly diminished" Revan stated.
"What are you talking about?" The Grand Admiral questioned..
"Their focusing on something else. We're barely surviving and it doesnt matter how many ships we've taken out. We've easily taken out thousands of their own but thousands upon thousands of Vong Ships still remain...their merely....stalling" Revan suddenly said.
The Dark Lord of the Sith narrowed his eyes. "Their Supreme Overlord is here. The Vong above are just stalling, making the battle longer so while we are occupied with them, their Overlord can do his business. That worldship must have been his flagship"
"They don't want us to head towards the planet, if that's the case we must get a team ready and.." The Grand Admiral didnt finish as he was unsure if the plan would work.
"If we go down there, we only run the risk of being slaughtered planetside and in orbit. As soon as Grievous gets out from Trandosha, we must leave...the battle is unwinnable now. Even if we take out their current flagship, The planet is lost...for now." Revan added on. The Sith Lord watched as the battle raged on..

The Overlord of the Vong snarled angrily in response and moved towards Grievous. Suddenly in a lightning swift action, Shirmma lashed his weapon out, using his longer reach and great power to smash towards Grievous, fully aware that even a lightsaber cannot cut through the fabled amphistaff.

The Annihilator and the Imperial Ships attempted to spearhead their offense as they coordinated overwhelming and devasting firepower to obliterate countless Vong ships but even the mighty Imperial warships could not handle with the seemingly terrible odds. All around, thousands of Vong Ships attacked, destroying Vardian, Imperial and TGDA ships alike. At the planet below, thousands of vong warriors sweep through the planet, attacking anything and everything...each warrior seeking more glory and to bring honor to the very Gods they worship.

[Doc 42]

Desperately, the Cypher powered up his stabilisers. Everything was a blur of alarms and sensations. The hectic spinning slowed slightly, allowing his sensors to obtain clearer readings. Any visual aids he had were layered under a heady orange glow. He managed to bring some of his external sensors online, finding them covered in molten metal. That explained the general systems failure. After what seemed like an eternity of hurtling through space, the cloud of fire seemed to give away... He worked the situation through his mind as best as he could. He was critically damaged. That was to be expected at such close range. Then it came to him. The blast was slowing down, being snared by the gravity of what was left of the stars... a black hole was forming behind him somewhere.... He quickly brought his engines onto full power, attempting to warp away from the damage. He accelerated forward, pulling away further from the wave of fire behind him... Once he felt slightly safe, he extended his communications array and external sensors. The first he recieved was incoherent laughter from Cere'kan. He sent a message to the Mind "Cere'kan, whats your status?"
"HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR! THEY'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD! HAAAAAAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!" He downloaded a status report from the Mind and quickly ceased communications, he had no intention of listening to its mad ramblings... Cere'kan seemed operational from the data he received. Most of huge frame's weapons had been torn off or vaporised by the blast, but its shell had withstood the heat, leaving the drone simply hurtling through space like a rock.

According to his external sensors, the Cypher hadn't faired as well. His Ballistae IV cannon was nowhere to be found, but he presumed the melted pattern on his chest probably contained what was once left of it.

He spotted a distant star on his sensors and began pulsing his thrusters again, aiming to slingshot into a high orbit around it.

He did a quick scan for his fleet. A quarter of his ships responded, they were all heavy ships, designed for sun diving. The 2 Arachnid's brought into the battle had survived, albeit with heavy damage. A few of the Ambushers had made it out, and a number of JR-10s had even survived by taking cover within the transports, which had also made it out.

Despite the destruction of most of their fleet and severe damage to himself, the Cypher couldn't help but be proud. He had technically killed a sun. True, the actual destruction was caused by the solar generator opening but he had aimed it... Hopefully he wouldn't ever have to do it again. The technology to create Solar Generators was unreliable and outdated, it was a discontinued science. It was always experimental and morally dubious, imprisoning suns inside generators. Not to mention wasteful, it took a lot of resources to create them and wasted a lot of the suns energy. They were only really viable for ensuring the continued existence of an essential system.
Because of this, there wasn't really enough left to allow him to re-inact what he had just done. He had one powering his frame and another in storage which he had stolen from the Super Drone, Cere'kan had two, 1 powering his ship, 1 left over from the ones he stole before fleeing so long ago. The Imperials were given 3 out of fear the Maricans would be able to track them after the drones rose. Ark'aran's one was lost into the depths of space and would probably never surface again. The other Cypher, Mei'do, was dead. It's solar generator was one of the ones given to the Imperials. If there were any more left, he didn't know of them. He was sure there had been maybe 4 others, but chances were that they were confiscated and locked away after Marican koult relations improved.

Honestly, The Cypher wasn't too pressed about the whole situation. He personally sided with the koult perspective, that Stars should be left alone from conflict. Still, Cere'kan had asked for a demonstration. He had given it to him. Maybe in the future, it would be easier to remain in the Hive Mind's good books...


Thara looked up at the pulsing spot in the sky and hissed "Forget the salvage buddy... There's gonna be hell to pay... Damnit... The Koult are going to berserk on these new guys... We could be looking at a golden opportunity to cash in on a full scale war"

Marbh spoke up in a half amused half sorrowful tone "Funny that you can only think of money... when surely a war of the magnitude your talking about would result in the deaths and suffering of billions... infact, it already has...
And they say I can't feel compassion..."

Nightshade nodded and said "Certainly. My masters appreciate the gesture" the machine followed the captain.

[TyrannoTitan]

"A generous offering accepted...where can I find this person you need?" Mal'Ganis responded, not exactly reacting either way to the payment. Payment was payment...it didn't really matter to him. With living in such a society, he mostly did good by eliminating rival drug dealers and mob bosses, even if his employers were exactly the same as those he killed...