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Galaxiki Community BlogSubscribe via RSS Out of the Dark-Part 2July 20, 2008by wert Thanks to Danansan and thegreatpl. Looking forward to seeing this uberstory play out! The Zionite cruisers hummed through space going FTL-1, barely cruising. Katijen sat at the kapitan’s chair on the bridge of the leading KRAKEN cruiser the Behemoth. Katijen was not looking his best, his hair and beard had grown long during the voyage and his eyes were bloodshot. His general’s uniform was creased and dirty with two months of solid wear. Around him sat his officers all dutifully working on the consoles that kept the massive cruiser in flight and in formation. Katijen’s eyes were fixed on the console in front of him with what looked like wonder. The console was currently displaying the navigational details and schematics related to the fleet’s position related to the Tomb Star. The Tomb Star, only 0.1 LY away according to the ships computers. Katijen smiled revealing a set of brown decaying teeth. Soon the whole Galaxy would tremble as the Kraken-. ”Kapitan sir” called a voice, interrupting Katijen’s train of thought. “Were picking up a signal on the long range scanners sir.” Katijen looked up sluggishly; it was Lieutenant Revere. “Yes Revere” called Katijen “What have we picked up?” “It can’t be” stuttered Revere looking at the computer printout in front of him, “It’s a wormhole!” Katijen smiled his mind ringing with the voice of the Kraken. The fleet sped on towards the Wormhole. The hole sat seedily swirling in space like a huge plughole rimmed with fire. For a few hours, the fleet hung just in front of the hole as if thinking about what to do. The suddenly all the cruisers fired up their engines, seemingly as one and sped on into the bright glowing hole. As they entered, they each disappeared with an audible pop as the wormhole flung them across the galaxy 9 times faster than lightning speed. Inside the Tomb, things were going well (for now). The Canthin and Ale-Turan archaeologists were keeping way from each other to at least reduce the numbers of awkward swearing matches and spiky snide remarks. The Canthin had their best brains on the markings C and were close to working it out. The Ale-Turans meanwhile had their super computer DAVE-E getting to work on markings D and had decoded all the way to the final row with all the word worked out so far. Smaller groups were working on excavating the floor and were excited to discover eight doors set into a circle into the floor. They were of course all still arguing about whether or not to pry open the doors. A small rumble from beneath the ground caused several of the more attentive to look down in alarm. A small trickle of dust spiralled down from the ceiling. Beneath the ground in a darkened room, Thant smiled as his blood splattered the floor. Vermillion looked on dispassionate as he cut all along his arm with the long blade. The circle on the floor shimmered and another rumble shook the labyrinth. Thant looked at Vermillion and smiled again. “Now we can begin Ms Orange. Now we can begin.” It began at 1:18am local time when the CFZS ships appeared in the Tomb World system. The Ale-Turan and Canthin fleets were caught by surprise and were outnumbered five-to-one by the Zionite craft. Even so, they put up a brave fight. The Zionite HOST and KRAKEN ships gradually overwhelmed the Canthins on one flank leaving the Ale-Turans surrounded. Finally, after three hours of battle, the Behemoth destroyed the last Elysium cruiser and the Zionite craft settled into high orbit above the Tomb World. On the ground all was chaos as the Commander of the Ale-Turan forces on the ground, Turranas tried to set up adequate defences, the hours of battle above gave Turranas a small window in which he ordered trenches dug and laser nests manned. Fortunately, for Turranas several Ale-Turan and Canthin craft had escaped the melee and managed to land just outside the tomb. Turranas ordered these ships destroyed and their compliment of troops staffed the hastily dug trenches. In all the Ale-Turan complement numbered just fewer than 7 thousand in the trenches. The Canthins had decided to dig in around the four main doors of the Tomb. (The archaeologists were prising open the doors mysterious hidden doors watched over by few platoons of men). The Zionites attacked by drop-shuttles, smashing into the dark black sand of the Tomb wilderness about a mile from the Ale-Turan front lines. The Silver Berets (Divian19th Colonial) attacked from the south-west sustaining heavy casualties from laser and plasma mortar fire. The Zionites were also unprepared for the psychic barrage they received from the Ale-Turan psychics. Many of the 19th collapsed mid charge with their brains haemorrhaging under the psychic assault. Even so, the 19th managed to push a narrow salient through the Ale-Turan trenches and were slowly pushing the Ale-Turans back. On the opposite side of the Tomb, the Silver Berets of the 44th Barcelonan fared little better. They were almost wiped out before reaching the trenches but they had one advantage: numbers. The Ale-Turan gunners found their heavy lasers overheating or running out of power with still more Zionites to kill. Many resorted to their adamantuim bayonets and pure battle rage, the fighting in the trenches was fierce and bloody fierce and bloody. Smaller probing attacks by the Divian 21st and 27th attacked from the east and west but the fighting here was less vicious with long range sniping being more common than bayonet charges. Even so heavy casualties were inflicted with soldiers gunned quickly once, out of cover. After another four hours of fighting the Ale-Turans pulled back to the Tomb passing the Canthin at the gates and trooping on inside. They had been reduced to fewer than two thousand and were all fatigued and shocked by the fighting. The Canthin squared up and got ready to try to repel the Zionite attack. Katijen jumped lightly into the trench his scoped rifle slung over one shoulder- he had not used it yet. Around him, his guard of four psychic Zionites walked forward in that strange shambolic gait of the partially insane. They were illegal but he didn’t care protection was his watchword. All four were over seven feet tall and heavily muscled. Katijen smiled, he was so close now! He was startled by a groan from of to his left. An Ale-Turan soldier lay there on his back a hand held over his stomach, blood seeping between his fingers. His tags named him as Corporal Herrane. Katijen grinned, a small trail of spittle slowly sliding down from the corner of his mouth. Katijen walked over to the groaning soldier who looked up with eyes that were seemingly empty of anything but a slow burning agony. Katijen raised his rifle cocked it aimed vaguely at the ale-turan’s temple. The Ale-Turan started, “No don’t-“ Katijen fired. Deep below the Tomb, Thant giggled as his blood continued to drain onto the circle. “Ah Mr Orange” he said his voice quavery from blood loss “I think I’m going to enjoy this!” Want to create your own solar system in our online galaxy?
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