Subject: Re: Sector 13 - Qailësel Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:17 pm
The few stragglers raise their hands up, screaming,"Nyet, nyet!" before they are abruptly shot. The ZMP-2s are torn apart by the heavy plasma, and the infantry hatches in the back open up. A few crewman climb the stairs, some of them struggling to get away on all fours up the great stairs of the Qetesi HQ. They are shot in the back, tumbling back down into the square.
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The hacker wheezes, gripping his gasmask, chuckling to himself hoarsely, speaking in poor English,"The secrets of dead civilization.. aren't worth.. 10,000 credit. I know you'll shoot me when I turn my back to leave. You might as well do me and find another way in.. suki."
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Inside the vault, Volok screams in pain, his eyes light up with a blue hue. He grips his head, and stands up, stumbling into the container. He angrily swings his palm at it. The container's electronic panel sparks, and blows out. He falls over and stairs at ceiling, blood trickling down his face from his nostril. He sat up slowly, and looked to the electronics panel, then to the cube. He wipes his nose with his sleeve and picks up the cube, looking at it. He then looks up to the door, and is suddenly aware of the situation beyond it. He pockets the cube and begins to contemplate his choices.
Subject: Re: Sector 13 - Qailësel Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:40 am
The invading forces of the unknown fleet were prioritizing mining and recovery efforts, loading as much metals, raw materials, valuables and tech samples from both the Republic occupational forces and Qetesi remnants into their cargo freighters as they could muster. Sectors that had been picked clean were promptly reduced to ash by orbital bombardments. Their existence had already been acknowledged by the League of Stars, and their time had been severely limited.
The Adjutant:
- "Attention, all ground assets. Clause forty-three of your employment agreement states that operation failure is an unacceptable outcome. Operation failure will result in immediate termination of employment.
"Units through sub-sector five - through eleven, you are now considered compatible for promotion. Report to your executive supervisor for privilege enhancements and payment increase."
The stealth operatives swiftly execute the non-compliant hacker. They were out of time, and were unable to operate the PDA in it's current current state. A more radical approach was required if they were to breach through to the vault.
The squads began to set up plasma charges, grenades, and any explosives they could find around the vault door. They did not expect it to succeed, but it was a better alternative to digging their way through with their bare hands. Hopefully, the heat of the plasma would melt it's way through to the vault on the other side.
They arm the charges and dash for some heavy cover.
The charges explode, and half of the door is taken out. The door is white hot, and it is melting rapidly. As it melts away, Volok approaches the door, not getting too close. He raises a hands, his eyes glowing blue. The artifact has changed him, he knows much more now. He is wiser than the younger Rhg'Zezian that walked into the vault. And also a lot more powerful. A wave of psychic energy fluctuates from the door, striking the operatives. Volok's voice echoes in clear English,"I have the artifact, if you shoot me, I'll destroy it as well."
He walks out from the melting door, carrying a grenade in one hand, the other held up at the operatives. His gasmask moves as he speaks,"If I get off this planet, this is yours." He reaches into his pocket, holding up the cube containing the purple orb. He shows it clearly, then pockets it.
Subject: Re: Sector 13 - Qailësel Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:05 am
The stealth operatives rush forward towards the breach into the vault, only to be thrown back or forced into a complete halt by the psychic blast of the unknown individual. Upon discovering the artifact in his hands, they promptly lower their weaponry. They whisper amongst themselves.
One of the apparent operative commanders pulls out a holographic projector in front of the individual. The static silhouette of a man is projected, dressed in a strict business attire and with a Nexaulos Deluxe cigar between his fingers. His voice is smug, and confident.
Spoiler:
- "It would seem that congratulations are to be in order. You have put us on a moral crossroad."
- "Our associates will liberate you from the hardships of carrying that device. They will escort you to an unmarked cargo freighter that will take you to the agricultural colony of Valon. From there, you will find a fueled and functional Phobos Silverback shuttle at the northern scrapyards. The Commander will grant you a tracking device with the co-ordinates. Take it, as a sign of our .. good will."
- "We expect that you will appreciate a sense of discretion regarding what transpired here. You wouldn't want anymore hardships in your life, would you? Of course not."
- "Have a pleasant day."
The holographic projection vanishes, and the commander steps forward with his arms extended to receive the orb. Upon receiving it, they would escort the scavenger to the freighter, as promised by their shadowy overseer.
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Subject: Re: Sector 13 - Qailësel Tue Oct 30, 2012 7:54 am
The Rhg'Zezian man furrows his brows, and pulls out the artifact, looking at it for a moment. He hands it to the commander, gripping the grenade tightly. "Don't cross me." He follows the soldiers, his head still hurting badly, the amount of neurons making new connection in his brain, and the adaptation of sudden new abilities makes his head spin.
Subject: Re: Sector 13 - Qailësel Tue Oct 30, 2012 11:48 am
Quote :
War does not determine who is right - only who is left. ~Bertrand Russell
As the Rhg'Zezian is brought aboard the freighter and shuttled off-world, the unknown forces begin to pull away from their operation zones. All across the planet, the ground forces of this gruesome invading faction begin to pull out and ascend to be assimilated with the primary fleet in orbit.
Meanwhile, cargo freighters, filled to their utmost capacity with scrap metal, resources, raw materials and plenty of looted Qetesi and Republic equipment, disengaged their gravitational anchors and soared upward like carrion birds from a plucked carcass. They were preparing to leave. To fall back to whatever world they came from.
The fleet turned on the planet and engaged all weapons, firing continuous barrages of searing plasma upon it's surface. The bombardment was relentless and without mercy. Scorching every city, every speck of civilization. Everything on the planet was reduced to craters, smoldering cinders and crystal glass. Any hopes of colonization would be beyond costly, and restoration efforts would be impossible with current technologies. There was little to gain from this world anymore.
The once proud homeworld of the Qetesi; Qailësel, had been reduced to nothing more than a silent wasteland of melted ruins. Great pillars of sulfur and sooth reached far out into the atmosphere, engulfing the injured planet in a shroud of darkness. There was no salvation coming for the Qetesi. No heroic rescue in the last second like the ones you hear of in ancient fairy tales. Only fire.
As every man, woman and child that were on the surface during the initial explosions were reduced to carbon.
While the smoke cleared, the invasion fleet engages it's FTL-drives and vanishes shortly afterward as quickly as they had arrived, into the distorted warp.
Massive Consortium victory, the Shadow Empire stays a hidden one. Those who lived to see the attack could not identify the unmarked assailants. They have secured a great deal of Zeleniyan and Qetesi tech, including the Great Artifact that the scavengers sought for.
Devastating Zeleniyan loss, the great Republic's peacetime has visibly weakened it's military strength and shown its outdated Naval technology. The Republic takes outstanding losses, a confirmed report of 50,000 dead, not one man from the 3rd Royal Marines escaped the planet alive. Not to mention a single cruiser was lost, totally in 51,356 dead.
