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crux_fleet2014-07-31 12:01 pm
crux_npcs) wrote in crux_fleet2014-07-31 12:01 pm
The Lost Ark
Yellow alert, yellow alert! All hands to battle stations!
[After a somewhat peaceful rest, the fleet spooled up its FTL engines and jumped. But moments later, they were dragged out of subspace and the fleet found itself in between two other fleets! Relatively, in front of the fleet was a new planet, mostly brown and arid in appearance.
On the one side was an extremely large number of ships that seemed to be made of a beehive like material. The armor looked cheap and judging from the debris, it might be a good assessment.
On the other side was another fleet. Smaller but looking all the more ferocious with it's purple and red paint scheme. Massively over-sized guns bristled from almost every available port, leaving no uncovered surface. Despite the raggedy appearance of the other fleet, a few ships from this portion seemed out of commission to.
Both fleets paused at entrance of the new intruder and firing ceased.
Shortly after, an open message was played across all frequencies. It was voice only but it was bubbly and difficult to understand completely.]
Saviors, please rescue us from those that wish to destroy our way of life!
[Almost instantly in response was a gruff voice.]
What is there to rescue? All that is here belongs to Palguda Confederation.
[Then a third voice decided to interrupt here too with an odd tinge that sounded almost mechanical but close enough to organic to be weird.]
The Archive formally disagrees. That which lies here has belonged to our people for longer than both of your races have existed.
[The arguing continues, escalating before it cuts off, replaced by an image of the Fleet Admiral rubbing his face. The crisis seemed big enough that he would have to take charge.]
I don't think we can leave these people alone. But before we can do anything, we're going to need intel and a solid line of communication without this....bickering. Who's up to the task?
[After a somewhat peaceful rest, the fleet spooled up its FTL engines and jumped. But moments later, they were dragged out of subspace and the fleet found itself in between two other fleets! Relatively, in front of the fleet was a new planet, mostly brown and arid in appearance.
On the one side was an extremely large number of ships that seemed to be made of a beehive like material. The armor looked cheap and judging from the debris, it might be a good assessment.
On the other side was another fleet. Smaller but looking all the more ferocious with it's purple and red paint scheme. Massively over-sized guns bristled from almost every available port, leaving no uncovered surface. Despite the raggedy appearance of the other fleet, a few ships from this portion seemed out of commission to.
Both fleets paused at entrance of the new intruder and firing ceased.
Shortly after, an open message was played across all frequencies. It was voice only but it was bubbly and difficult to understand completely.]
Saviors, please rescue us from those that wish to destroy our way of life!
[Almost instantly in response was a gruff voice.]
What is there to rescue? All that is here belongs to Palguda Confederation.
[Then a third voice decided to interrupt here too with an odd tinge that sounded almost mechanical but close enough to organic to be weird.]
The Archive formally disagrees. That which lies here has belonged to our people for longer than both of your races have existed.
[The arguing continues, escalating before it cuts off, replaced by an image of the Fleet Admiral rubbing his face. The crisis seemed big enough that he would have to take charge.]
I don't think we can leave these people alone. But before we can do anything, we're going to need intel and a solid line of communication without this....bickering. Who's up to the task?