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Ghost in the Machine

-Planet's Core-


@Jarkov Malachai





The Holly stumbled slightly as she bumped into the cloaked man, the other five nightguards uncloaking before running off after their newly uncloaked comrades. She cocked her head slightly, both confused and slightly angered that the lower ranked guard had taken lead in such a task. She watched him with suspicious eyes as he motioned that he could not speak at all. Holly immediately thought that odd, as nightguards usually did not forgo vocal contact unless stealth was pivitol to their current mission. And given the current circumstances, that was hardly the case. She watched the nightguard with suspicious, narrowed eyes as he took out the foreign looking data cube, and was nearly on the verge of questioning the odd actions of the soldier, but soon found she had no chance.


The instant the Dredge infest nightguard placed his first hand on the flashing console, it erupted into a glorious explosion of blue light that sent all three of the nightguards back, pushing them against the slick metal floors of the planet's core. The remaining five nightguards, who still remained semi close to the door faced only minor effects due to the shockwave and were quick to shoulder menacing looking black rifles at the console, only to reposition their weapons in towards the room's vaulted ceiling.


"Back! All of you!" An outraged female voice echoed throughout the room.


Confused and in a daze, Holly quickly picked her head up to see her remaining able bodied nightguards with their weapons pointed towards the ceiling. Even more flustered, the black armored soldier quickly rolled to her back, sitting up slightly as she picked her head up to see what they could possibly be aiming at. Her jaw dropped as she watched one of those cybernetic beings -the same ones that she watched Nafarian legions fight valiantly against glide down towards the floor, stopping mere inches above the ground before floating, her feet dangling below her body. She cocked her head as she surveyed the attackers, primarily the five holding rifles to her face. Her eyes glowed a bright yellow, pupil-less holes that stared into those of the Nafarians.


"Stand down!" One of the nightguards, a brave female demanded as she stepped forward, her finger pressing tightly against the trigger. "Stand down or I swear to whatever gods lay above us I will blast your fucking metallic skull against the back of the damned wall!"


The being gave the female a quizzical glance before chuckling slightly, raising a single, slender hand and waiving it across the room, the weapons that the nightguard's held quickly being swished from their hands and sent clattering across the floor. The female stood speechless and unarmed, nothing left to say as she sat with wide eyes as she plundered her mind for words to say.


"Curious, I thought you were with him." She said, gesturing towards the doorway. Her voic was slightly grainy, yet silky smooth, being constantly emitted from what could be called her mouth. "But I see that you are all... living organisms." Her yellow eyes falling upon the infected Nightguard, scanning each and every one of them as her gaze looked over them all. "Multiple living organisms in some cases it would appear. A colony organism? Ah, never mind, I suppose that will be a topic for later." She explained.


"Wha-what are you?" Holly interrupted suddenly.


"One of them. But not with them." She stated in a cryptic manner, once more gently gesturing out the doorway. "But as I said before we are pressed for time. Do any of you have a ship? He's coming and he will slay us all without mercy. We need to leave this planet. Now."
 
B06...


"What is it?" asked one of the Kadrel as B06 looked over an odd protrusion from the planet's surface, they'd been on the move from the battle area for quite a while, so finding something like this was quite noteworthy


"Don't know, don't care." he said with a laugh as he banged it with a fist several times "Whatever it is seems like a perfect hiding spot."


"Isn't it out in the open?" the Old-Timer said as he scrutinized it with a weary glare "This looks pretty noticeable."


"But only if your close by! Plus, its metallic in nature." B06 pointed out before gesturing into it "So quit your bitching and get in the strange metal room!"


The Old-Timer sighed and stepped inside first, the other Kadrel watched on as B06 crawled inside as well.


"But like, don't ya'll fin this a bit weird?" said the apparent 'Noob' of the group as he entered as well


"Don't start asking questions Noob," B06 pointed out as the rest of them finished climbing in "those questions just lead to unnecessary answers."


The rest of the Kadrel settled into the out of place room as well, B06 and the Old-Timer almost immediately sat against the walls.


"But don't you guys wanna wonder why something like this exists on the mysterious planet from another dimension?" The Noob asked as well as he let his gun dangle a bit


"We don't know that's where this is from." B06 pointed out, annoyed by this Kadrel's desire to point out things of importance


"Even though it pretty much is?" the Noob pressed


"T03, I promise you that if you keep trying to make us main characters I will blow your brains out the back of your skull." B06 threatened, then laying the rectangular form of his helmet back against the wall Wouldn't be the first time I had to put down an annoyance."


"What are you even talking about?" T03 asked as he pressed several control-like protrusions on a panel near the wall I just wanna figure out what these contraptions on the walls do"


"Wait T," B06 realized too late what the panel was and what the 'room' they were in actually functioned as, he lunged towards the Noob "stop don't screw with-"


A press of a certain button led to the entrance of the room sealing up, the bouts f anger that began spreading from the Kadrel turned into girlish-screams as the Elevator began a hasty, horrifying descent.


Planet's Surface...


Another round of surviving drop pods lodged themselves into the planet, the surviving Kadrel immediately began making their way to the distant battlefield when suddenly the holo-projectors on their wrist pieces lit up. Suddenly, Ambassador E75 appeared before them.


"Several landed pods have finished their recordings, we will be diverting several squads below ground. The following units are to enter the pods at these coordinates and breach the underground, the core must be searched."


The Ambassador's appearance winked out as about half of the new group split off to find the specific pods. The other half continued on their way to the battlefield.


Once those pods were full of Kadrel, the drill portions of them lodged in the ground began heating up with energy as they prepared to dive. One by one, the Kadrel plummeted into underground caves via the sheer strength of the drills.


"Okay team! We gotta move to the core, if we search these tunnels we should be able to reach in all due time." said one of the Kadrel as their pod slowed to a stop "Now who's ready!"


A chorus of agreement came up in the weird language of the Kadrel, as the door slid open.


The Speaker's brains immediately covered the rest as the robots on the outside of the pod began firing upon them.


Woe and behold the teams that made it underground just came into contact with the underground horde of robots, and as they entered a massive firefight underground their progress to the core was still fairly subdued.


The Epsilon...


"More robots underground?"


One of the Kadrel technicians nodded his head in agreement.


Ambassador E75 thought long and hard about this before shrugging "Seems like something we can fix just by shooting more Kadrel at it, run the labs and assembly lines faster."


The Batlefield...


"Dear Sarg," Twenty Twenty said as he noticed the considerably smaller amount of reinforcements "did we really lose that many?"


"The Ambassador is having other teams diverted underground," one of the new arrivals responded as he set up another shield "main objective is still the study of the core. Once complete, our forces will retreat. As such, we need to destroy those railguns if escape is offered."


"Damn it fine," Twenty-Twenty said before standing and pointing "You, You You you and you. Follow me, we're taking those damn railguns offline."
 
The Planets Core

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Hmm... and here I was expecting a power source but find something so much more valuable. The Dredge Matriarchs thirst for knowledge and secrets was well known, and the way her eyes narrowed and she licked her lips... the crew of the Kukri knew even though they couldn't see what she could, that expression of hers was pretty much all the warning they needed.


"Mr. Williams contact our good Captain of the Nafarians if you would please." Her sonorous voice rolled from the throne. The young Com officer's eyes widen but he nods and splices a channel open with the help of Bai'core given that the nefarians had increased their security, told the Pirate Queen they could send a message to the Nafarians but they would have to accept the channel from their end but they'd receive the message no matter what. A few moments of silence before the Dredge nodded and this message ended up being sent.


@Romulus VenZiel


The Lady of Ravens sigil and her voice booming out in soft lilting tones. "Gentlemen! My good Captain, I know we may have gotten off on the wrong foot but I happen to have some knowledge and a solution that would make it most beneficial to both of our parties." A pause to let them consider this. "Of course I know you cant resist such a tempting idea hmm captain?"
 
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Xandarian Outer Rim

The Commander was true to his word once more, as mere moments after communications between his ship and Lieutenant Ez'lon were terminated a fleet could be detected warping into the area. The fleet comprised of a single massive dreadnought, matte black with glowing orange highlights, massive high-caliber plasma and ion cannons clearly visible, and it's escorts. The escorts were eight light battleships, in similar livery, staggered down from the main dreadnought, four to a side. Shortly after arriving, the royal escort fleet established communications with the Nafarian corvette, sending the following message:


"You are authorized to enter Hangar Area 5-C." Followed by a display of the hangar's location on the ship.
 
Captain Veely


@Dys


"Alright boys, you heard our Xandarian friends, head straight for the directed coordinates." Nuk commanded after listening to the Xandarian transmission.


The pilot, still a little sleepy from his daydreaming, silently nodded in response, throwing his hand across a U shaped lever that plunged into the ship's matte grey slanted console. The lever acted as a gas pedal, fueling the fiery engines as they roared to life. While the engine emitted no noise in the infinite vacuum of space, it did cause quite an uproar in the small ship's cramped cabin. Nuk squinted his eyes as he stomached the loud noise, the ship quickly zooming towards the ship. Being a rather small ship, especially by Nafarian standards, the corvette just barely managed to squeeze into the Dreadnought's hangar. As soon as the landing gear touched the bottom of the ship, Nuk patted the pilot on the shoulder.


"Keep her steady and remain put until I return. No exploring now alright? I'll radio in if something happens." Nuk stated, jumping from his seat as he slipped through the cabin and into the main body of the corvette.


He was quickly flanked by two guards in grey armor, each standing at seven feet tall, a mere few inches shorter than Nuk himself. The trio made their way through the Corvette's cramped corridors, past three more Nafarian soldiers who remained silent and still and to the Corvette's loading bay. Nuk stepped forward, his black boots clicking against the ship's metal as he pulled down a panel by the loading bay's doors. He quickly tapped in a code, and waited for the door's to slowly descend, bumping lightly with the ground of the massive Xandarian ship. Nuk took a deep breath as he stepped out into the hangar, followed by his escort, quickly looking for whomever may take him to the prince.


-Planet's core-


@Jarkov Malachai





Holly quickly stood and recollected herself, trying to process the last few precious seconds of her life and what had been just revealed to her as she faced the floating borg. The other nightguards quickly formed up behind her, recollecting their weapons as they awkwardly awaited their next order, either from Holly or this strange being that had pledged itself towards their well being.


"And how do you suppose we escape?" Holly asked. "The way we came in is rather crowded, and it'll take a while before our legions can push through these robots." She stated.


"There's a back door I can open. It will lead us back to the surface but I'm afraid there's no comfy elevators to bring you down. It'll be a long walk, and hopefully he won't know that we plan on using it." the female borg replied.


Holly stepped back in response, gesturing towards one of the empty walls where she assumed this supposed back door was. "You lead the way." She offered.


The AI merely laughed in response, a grainy, slightly robotic laugh that bounced off the shiny walls. Holly cocked her head as she attempted to wrap her head around what could possibly be so funny to this AI being, perhaps it was rampant?


"Oh you silly biological creatures, you always do lack any sense of innovation." She chided, letting the word 'innovation' sink into the minds of the nightguards.


With that she turned, facing the raging lava that pushed against the thick, protected glass above the computer console. She waved her hands across the glass, garnering questioning glances from the nightguards who patiently waited for her to reveal this doorway. Their answers would soon be confirmed as the glass that held back the roaring lava began to part, as if by some gravitational or possibly even magnetic effect. Holly and the rest of the nightguards jumped in fear, many of them reatreating quickly against the back wall, as far away from the impending lava doom as possible, however they soon found their efforts to be futile, for the lava did not simply spill about the computer systems and into the room, instead it parted, slowly bubbling to the sides as a wide, slick metal path revealed itself, leading straight for a doorway at the other side. The AI laughed at the nightguards reactions, finding some form of joy in their fear.


"Oh now now, you didn't think I was going to kill you now, did you?" She chided with a hearty chuckle, a smile forming about her lips as the nightguards remained back, not one moving for the path. The AI's artificial smile fading as she realized none of them seemed eager to head down the path. "Oh come on, it's perfectly safe. Your suits are equipped with a collant system isn't it?" She asked.


"Y-yeah. But I don't think the military contractors designed them with this sort of utility in mind." Holly retorted, looking cautiously down the long pathway.


"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine..The distortion field will repel a good deal of the heat as well. Come then, we must be on our way. He'll be arriving at any minute with more borg." She stated briskly, floating into the parting of the lava sea.


Holly and her nightguards nervously followed, watching themselves as the hissing lava raged at their sides. The Nafarians and the dredge would soon find that the AI was correct, the heat was rather manageable with the suit's coolant systems combined with this supposed distortion field the AI spoke of. Newfound confidence found Holly as she strode close to the AI, remaining by her side as she walked down the path.


"Borg? Is that what you call yourselves?" Holly asked.


"Correct." The AI replied.


"And what exactly is a borg? Clearly you're far more then war droids."


"Also correct, but I'm afraid your question will have to wait for later, I'm sensing inbound borg units at the end of the hall, they should be coming through those doors at any moment. Quickly, you'll need to defend me as we move down this path. My gravitational abilities are quite strained holding off the lava about us. I can't risk fighting for myself or else this entire pathway may collapse." She stated, a sense of panic and urgency filtering through her voice.


In response, the nightguards rose their rifles, Holly drew the long, red wrist blades as she attempted to activate her cloaking device, only to find that it had fried due to the AI's shockwave from earlier. A noncoherent curse flew from her tongue in native Nafarian language, a tongue rarely spoken except for in the deepest depths of Nafaria, the human language of 'english' taking over as a national vernacular as more and more human worlds fell under Ven'Ziel's boot. The AI's words soon turned out to be prophetic, as the doors, once a promise of escape to the group soon opened, and a group of fifteen borg soldiers stormed in, instantly firing on their position.
 
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B06...


The elevator was filled with the aches and groans as the Kadrel regained their bearings. They had finished their descent, coming to a halt at the bottom o the elevator shaft.


"Is everyone alright?" Noob asked as he looked around the room, standing in front of the Elevator's closed doors


"You bastard!" B06 barked as he tried to steady himself "Do youhave any idea how risky that shit was?!? What if there'd been a boiling pit of magma at the bottom of the shaft?"


"What matters is that there wasn't." Noob said assuredly before gesturing to the rest of the occupants "And look, we made it through safe and sound!"


As he finished saying that, the door of the elevator behind him slid open to reveal a horrendous firefight occurring in the cave beyond. Noob slowly turned around, watching as Ion rounds and Laser blasts went trailing through the air. The Elevator led to a massive cavern that was fill to the brim with Kadrel and Robots, firefights everywhere. A group of Kadrel surrounded over there, one throwing himself into a pack of robots grenades primed, three Kadrel wailing on one of the robots with their blasters as the cooled down.


Noob opened raised a finger as he began speaking, but was interrupted as a Kadrel soldier tackled a robot down in front of the Elevator. The Elevator group just stood and watch as the Kadrel soldier began tearing the robot limb from with his bear hands. After the robot stopped moving, he kept at it for a while before another robot fired through the back of his helmet. The robot turned to them, and raised its weapon right before B06 stepped forward as he let the Electro Baton extend in his hand. In a swift move he jammed the entire length into the machine and watched as the baton quickly shorted it out, it then began fidgeting violently. B06 raised a leg and kicked the spasming robot back where until it tripped and fell below.


As the explosion from below kicked up some dirt, B06 began grumbling as he searched the dead Kadrel and checked to make sure his Electro-Baton worked before standing.


"Listen B," Noob started as he stepped out of the pod "I know that things are-"


"Shut up," B06 just stated "shut up and follow me."


"But-"


"It's YOUR fault we're relative to the story now!" B06 barked "Spotlight or not I'll be damned if this is the place that ends up being my grave, so we're going to make it! And by we I mean me!"


At that, B06 ducked and began making his way through the underground warzone. The Elevator Occupants looked at each other before following his lead, the group working their way through the massive skirmish.
 
-B06-





@GrieveWriter


As the Kadrel pushed against the Borg, they would soon find that the cybernetic armies would put up heavy resistance. Many of them cared not as to what injuries they sustained, many of the borg continuing their endless march while missing arms and many simply crawling forward and letting useless, crippled legs drag on behind him, hoping to snatch one of the Kadrel off guard and brutally beat them to death with their metallic hands. Leadership among the borg armies appeared to be nonexistent as well, removing the possibility of knocking off a lieutenant in favor of causing a loss of moral among the borg, in fact, they seemed to have little regard for that as well.


Despite these factors however, the Kadrel forces did have the upper hand ever so slightly in the battle, and were making their slow push towards the promising triangular doors in the distance.


This is not all the Kadrel would seem to be threatened by however, as the dim sounds of a second battle could be heard to their left, and more importantly, the occaisional explosion that rocked the floors, providing both an advantage and a hindrance to the Kadrel forces. It could be heard through the brown rock that separated them from the other chasms, none of them knowing who this other faction was and whether they would treat the Kadrel as friendlies. One thing was quite apparent however; whoever they were, they appeared to dislike these cybernetic warriors about as much as the Kadrel.
 
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“Manners Captain Veely.” The Dredge Matriatch said oh soooo slowly, in a soft lilting tone that made one think of the Kryock, the well known giant predatory snake of a rather infamous jungle planet, such a beautiful creature but oh so deadly. The comparison was oh to right, there sitting upon her throne, coils laying about haphazardly, indeed looking like a goddess observing her subjects. “Manners” Those violet suns glittered brightly in the shadows.


There was no hint of irritation or anger in her voice unlike the two beings last encounter, but that word manners still sent a chill up the spines of those on the Nefarian Command Deck.


“Lady Galumora if you would do me the honor and I do believe we have gotten off on the wrong foot good sir, my most humble apologies. However circumstances were not the best as I’m sure you were aware… and I am afraid they have not improved much even with our ‘forces’ working in alignment together.” The Pirate Queen leaned forward into the light. “All other things aside Captain our forces on the ground are about to get over run.”


That was the Cue Bai’core had been given and he pulled up onto both screens multiple viewpoints of the onraging battle ahead along with some dangerous statistics he had figured out upon observing the battle.


“I assume you are aware that approximately two hours ago an unknown entity warped into this planets designated space and completely and utterly destroyed that monstrous super carrier without seemingly any difficulty.” The Lady of Ravens raised a single eyebrow and almost appeared as if she was looking directly at the crew of the Nafarian ship. “Seemingly without meaning too, that behemoth simply happened to be in the way… a frightening thought.”


The image of the Borg armies first appearance suddenly popped up, the millions upon millions of them rising up out of the ground like some old terran zombie film.


“Its no coincidence that this objects impact with the planet’s surface, almost immediately afterwords the robotic foes that our ground units our in a desperate losing battle against appeared. . . And they are loosing Captain. There are some things that not even the best training, weapons and mind sets can handle, our estimates show that in little less than 30 minutes the position that The Nefarian Legionarries and Nagashira have managed to hold will fall to the Borg onslaught.” The Silver-tongued female let that sink into the minds of all who heard it.


“Ive been watching your drop ships attempt to resupply your stranded legionaries for almost an hour now, on in every four you send down make it to the planets surface due to the firing Arc of those planetary Railguns and the two remaining Landwalkers prevent any ship from coming into atmosphere safely for extended periods of time to… give aid shall I say? That’s a 75% Morality Rate Captain… quite high indeed and that position is the best held on the planet. Others are as high as 90%, as most other factions are not faring quite as well on these desolate plains.”


“However, due to… lets just say I have ways of finding things out shall we? Your forces underground have made it to the signal… or the core of whatever drew us all here as well as the object responsible for all our troubles and what it is most likely after.” A horrific Grin, hundreds upon hundreds of bright white shining pearls of teeth blare in the shadows. “Would you like to see the prize?”


The Image of the Core/Borg (for a lack of name for it) slightly hazy but clear enough came on screen at the heart of the planet in all its glory.


“This is the prize so many and more have died to claim.” The Lady of Ravens said softly. “This creature has an enemy, the one controlling the Robotic legions no doubt. I do not know about you Captain Veely, but I for one don’t feel like letting said enemy get hold of her. However all other LZ’s on the planet are impossible and the only one closest enough for them to run to is The one with my Dredgnaught so I propose this to you.”


The Dredge re-arranges herself into a more comfortable position, crossing her long, lithesome legs and propping her head up on her knuckles, this time all six of those eyes coming onto focus on the Nefarian captian, those star slit orbs seemed to be burning into his very soul, digging out any other little dark secrets he might have acquired in his rise to captain.


“My ship will arrive at the now no doubt blood filled LZ in low atmosphere, its directly below the railguns firing arc and I can arrive and get out just before the remaining Land walkers fire though if you could mayhaps take them out I would sooooo Appreciate it and you would have my thanks. “ The Female said putting a hand on her heart and finishing off that with a croon.


“I can pick up the prize, her escort, and some of the soldiers already there and be gone before the unamned foe can adequately make a response… however I cannot evacuate all of them and some will be left to fend for either you rescue them… or they join their fallen comrades in whatever heaven or hell you believe in… but such a choice rests upon your shoulders Captain Veely. Look at the benefits however, i risk my life and my ship to rescue your men and a valuable asset mayhaps, if I die in the process oh well then that solves problems for you now doesn't it? But do be quick about it good sir, our time is running short.”
 
-Captain Veely-





There it was again, that uneasy feeling that rattled him down to his marrow. He remebered instantly why he hated speaking with the pirate queen, and now regretted his choice for a live feed. Her words still remained useful to him; he now knew that Holly and her squad had made it to the core, and possibly even the human rats that went down there after it. He smiled despite the cold sweat now breaking through the pours of his skin, as he leaned forward, addressing her directly, each word slightly shaky, but stern.


"Ah, but you see Galumora, I've already planned for this contingency. You see, our ships contain a few dropships specially designed for our little nightguard friends down there. They contain cloaking devices very similar to the suit's configuration. And given the circumstances, I would much rather go with my own resources and escort all of the soldiers down below and this prize of yours and abscond with the goods." He stated


He leaned back, a stubborn, confident grin on his face. He attempted to maintain eye contact with her, but found it impossible. His smile faultered as her gaze broke his composure, but still, he stood his ground.


"Anything else, Galumora?" He asked.
 

Galumora


The Lady of Ravens.
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"No Little One." The Dredge's Smile was criminal, like a cat that got the mouse. "I have acquired exactly what I wanted. I must be off now dears, do keep up a good job Tataa!" And with that the Com was ended leaving a foreboding feeling amongst those on the command bridge...


Back on the Kukri however the Crew stared at the Lady of Ravens confused, why was she so happy that they were not going to get the prize that they have risked so much for.


"Mr.Valerian." The Pirate Queen's voice broke out amongst the silence and the Lieutenant snapped to attention. "Just... how big is our Cargo Bay?"


That look on her face gave him a sinking feeling as he answered.


 
Another private Message to Captain Veely.


"You seem to have forgotten something my good Captain... but I hold all the cards in this game."
 
The Epsilon...


The Next batch of Kadrel were fired towards the planet below, and the cycle was once again restarted as the next batch were readied. Ambassador E75 hadn't moved from his position since the talk with the Dredge, simply standing their giving the occasional order as it viewed the situation on various screens.


Just as he began to issue another order, the Kadrel began quieting down as the sound of something approaching rang out from an adjacent corridor. The repeated sounds of metal clanking against metal was one that was all to familiar to the crew, and E75 promptly turned around and bowed. An energy field at the rear of the bridge went down as a towering figure approached, the Kadrel watched in slight fascination as their commanding Theno entered the room.


Captain Skaz let his helmet-encased eyes roam over the bridge for a while before he began walking towards the Ambassador, who kept its head down as the shadow of the Captain engulfed it.


And promptly patted its shoulder.


"Yo E-Man," came the thick, gravely voice of the Captain as he gave the Ambassador a quick shoulder rub "how's it goin up here on my favoritest part of the entire ship?"


As the Ambassador rose to full height, Captain Skaz walked around him and clicked his metallic fingers together several times. A hovering seat floated into the room along with a floating circle. Captain Skaz reached for the massive Cosmo Blade attached to his back, then pulled it off and tossed it over the floating circle before falling back into the seat. The moment it passed over the circle a short Range Tractor Beam flared up and caught the weapon, which began hovering there above it as Skaz stretched out.


"We have been firing Kadrel at the planet and have even worked our way to the underground." E75 said as he stood at Skaz's side "Though we have had a fair bit of hold up what with the hordes of robotic enemies and the anti-planetary defenses-"


"Have ya tried shooting Kadrel at 'em?" Skaz asked with a small chuckle


"We've been firing Kadrel at the planet-"


"But not specifically at the defenses eh?"


E75 thought for a moment "Though we'd probably lose twice as many pods it should be more than possible to have the pods drill directly through the armaments."


Skaz looked at E75 expectantly for a moment before the Ambassador bowed its head "My apologies Captain, my lack of thought has led us to wasting portions of our forces to those railguns, when wasting a whole group and destroying them would obviously be the more optimal solution."


"Ah don't sweat it kid." Skaz said as he patted the Ambassador's head and gave another laugh "Stick with ol' Skazzie and you'll be firing Kadrel at literally all o' your problems within a year."


B06...


"Okay, break time!" B06 called out as the Elevator group detached themselves from the brawl to rest against a large cave wall. They'd been fighting their way through the dozens of smaller fight going on throughout the cavernous expanse, and could honestly start to feel a bit winded for a bit.


Old- Timer sat down with his gun an just started firing randomly into the crowd, half the times he was probably hitting their own guys. Noob laid against the wall with another Kadrel while B06 stood on a rock and looked over the battlezone.


"Okay, so if we cut through the melee two firefights north, we may be able to find a way to the surface." B06 said out loud "If judging by the faint amount of wind coming from that direction there's an opening somewhere down there."


He turned back to the group before getting off and sitting on the rock "Either that or more cave, and the wind I'm feeling is just air escaping cor-"


He was interrupted by another rumble, which passed soon after.


"-Air Escaping Corpses." he finished before looking around "Christ, where are those blasts coming from?!? They don't even sound like exploding robots!"


"I dunno," Noob said as he tapped the wall he was laying against "It almost sounded like it came from behind this wall."


"Damnitt T03," B06 yelled "stop trying to make us relevant to anything import-"


As he said that a Kadrel soldier bull tackled a robot against the wall with enough ferocity to make the Noob and the rest of the Elevator gang back away. The Kadrel soldier quickly jammed his Electro Baton into it before throwing the spasming robot against the wall. Knowing what would happen, the elevator group backed away as the resulting explosion threw the Kadrel soldier away. Before their eyes the wall fell apart, kicking up a small cloud of dirt and dust. Once it was gone, the elevator crew just stared at an entirely different firefight that just so happened to be on the other side of the wall. There was an entirely new race of beings fighting off another wave of robots, and every so often a round from a tank would kick up a cloud of destroyed robots.


B06's eye twitched in anger as the Kadrel that had used his Electro baton to subsequently destroy the wall slowly arose while rubbing a cracked portion of his helmet. He took one look inside the cave, glanced at one side of the conflict and then the other, before hefting his weapon and calling back to the rest of the Kadrel.


"Hey boys! We got more metal targets right over 'ere!"


At that, several groups of Kadrel that had finished their own battles turned and began running past B06 into the new chamber before immediately turning on the already identified enemy and firing their blasters into the swarm of robots on this side as well.


Noob just stood stock still for a moment twiddling his fingers around before B06 let loose a mighty below.


"GOD DAMNIT T03!!!!!!"


(@Romulus VenZiel )
 
-Captain Veely-


@Jarkov Malachai





He sighed, both out of relief and annoyance. The aura's effects quickly faded for him as he pulled up a seperate holo screen on his command throne, searching desperately for the nightguard's signals. Naturally, nothing still emerged on their screens. He pushed the screen away in a fit of rage, turning to one of his navigations officers.


"Corporal!" He shouted, his pale face turning a strange hue of red.


"Y-yes captain?" The man stammered in response.


"Make a call to the fly boys in the S class dropships, I want them prepped for flight and ready to extract Nightguard signals as soon as they are readily able to." The Captain blurted, turning his red eyes to the view screens of the battle raging on in the distance, curtousey of the Razor class interceptor.


Galumora was right, his legions wouldn't last much longer under the robotic assault. The Nafarian legions stood valiantly against their robotic assailants, killing dozen of them per legionnaire, and many more per tank before a chance railgun would gut it. And to a fool's eye they would see this as a winning battle. But Veely, while being far from a tactical genius, was still no fool. The cybernetic soldiers stretched in all available directions against the legions and the Dredge, marching in an endless, and ruthless assault. Like the Kadrel down below Veely was easy to spot the relentless tactics the robots would express, fighting beyond all injury, some of which would be crippling to any living being and still pressing forward, beating a soldier with their own limbs if need be.


Veely winced at the endless assault below, but still made no move to call a retreat or submit to Galumora's demands, for there was one thing she had gravely forgotten; the armies needn't survive the entire might of the enemy armies nor did they even need to emerge victorious against them. They only needed to hold out long enough for Holly and her squad to be extracted and brought back on board the Nafarian Razor above. And then they would be able to pull out their soldiers, leaving only the soldiers still in the cave to hold out long enough for an extraction of their own. A simple plan really, or so Veely thought until Galumora's last message seeped into his ears.


"Damn!" He shouted, slamming his fist into the arm of his throne, causing his entire crew to turn, and star anxiously at the distressed captain.


"Anything wrong captain?" One of the soldiers foolishly asked, not understanding the context of the message. "Should we abort the extraction?"


The captain leaned back, calming himself as he outweighed his options. He either risked his entire fleet learn of his true allegiance, and worse yet, Velsus' role in it, or yet a possibly all powerful object escape his grasp. An object that had proven valuable enough for an entire ship of humans to throw themselves to their eventual doom at the hands of his own soldiers and those of the robots, and something he now desperately wanted. He bit his lower lip as he decided to play his hand against the devil. He may yet have a card of his own to play against Galumora should the need arise. And knowing the rather slimy practices of the pirate queen he was absolutely certain that he would need to tread carefully once Holly and her nightguards were on board.


"No. Continue according to plan corporal. And block all further communication from the cretin. I think her usefulness to us has now expired." Veely said with a smile, his red eyes slowly falling upon the battling Dredge fighting with his legions below. He could tell by it's more sluggish movements, that it too tired of the constant combat, and would soon prove to be an easy target should he play his hand correctly.


And I, little alien scum, may soon have a card of my own up my sleeve.





-B06-


@GrieveWriter


The Borg soldier erupted into a fiery explosion that once again rocked the ground. The explosion seemed to achieve the desruction of the entire cave wall, giving way to a dusty expanse and a sea of Borg soldiers. They seemed never ending and would likely soon turn on the Kadrel forces only to make their situation more dire, that was until the bone crushing treads of a tank zoomed past B06's gaze through the cramped cavern, reducing a good twenty or so Borg to nothing more than flattened scrap. The tank was massive, and looked as if it could barely fit into the cavern, one of it's long, tapering antennae scraped the rock ceiling above. It hardly looked practical in this situation, and it would seem that only a madman would bring such a thing down here as it quite possibly risked the collapse of the entire cavern itself, but nevertheless it appeared to be successful for these aliens thus far.


The tank stopped briefly, it's gargantuan and quite intimidating grey mass clearly visible to B06 and company as it's mechanics whirred and the massive, triangular head moved into position before unleashing a torrent of destruction down the tunnel, a second explosion that rocked both of the caverns, and subsequently bringing another handful of borg to their ultimate doom down the other end of the tunnel. The entire tank was jerked backwards slightly, it's treads grinding into the half crushed body of a borg soldier that desperately reached for B06 in a futile attempt to end him. It was soon halted however as three red streaks of roguetonium shotgun rounds tore through the borg's circuitry, causing it to burst open on the ground, ending any further attempt at the Kadrel's life.


B06's savior stood on top of the tank's head, arrogantly placing one foot on top of the tank's head while the other leg dissipated down into the depths of the tank below. He bore heavy looking grey armor, glowing red lines darting across it's surface as a thick, grey helmet stared down onto him. He was faceless, a glowing red visor greeting B06's gaze as the being's chest heaved in maniacal laughter. The tank was soon joined rows of more grey armored aliens, each pushing against the borg armies, a few stopping and taking curious looks at B06 and the Kadrels who by now were quickly bolstering their ranks; unsure of whether to shoot them or leave them be. The answer was soon given to them however as they appeared to be joining the Nafarian lines against the borg, a much needed addition in the grueling fight ahead.


"Damned thing almost got ya foreigner!" The being on the tank yelled at B06. "One more kill for good ol' Zander! Now come on then! Join the fight" He roared as he setteled back into the tank, only his shoulders and head poking out of the tank's head as he thrusted his arm forward, two fingers pointed towards the borg. The tank then lurched forward as the now combined armies of Kadrel and Nafarian soldiers pushed on towards the arc shaped gates that lay just ahead now, only a few handfuls of borg laying between them.


The rest of the Nafarians seemed to readily accept the help of the foreign Kadrel. Uneasily fighting by their side as they kept their weapons trained on the robotic hordes, but many, despite the actions of the seemingly insane Zander, appeared eager to actively save the Kadrel from destruction, opting instead to spare their own lives or save the lives of their own brethren instead.


-Core-





Holly moved first, charging towards the borg soldiers, forming an X with her thick energy blades across her chest and face. Being translucent, the blades only slightly obstructed her vision, blurry outlines standing where clearly visible borg soldiers once stood. But in such close quarters, a blurry outline was all she needed. She allowed her body to stand in the way of their searing bolts that soon whizzed down the small chamber. Many of them struck her armor, leaving large dents and scorch marks in the shiny black surface and two of the shots scorching a gap in the plates near her upper thigh, causing her to wince against the searing pain. Many of the other shots however sizzled and popped harmlessly against the hot cracking blades that flickered hungrily for a kill.


She neared them within a few moments, prompting her to open her X shaped formation and extend her arms, the long blades barely grazing the lava surface at each of her sides. As she strode within ten feet of the first borg soldier she lept, a good distance into the air as she propelled her body forward, landing square on the borg's chest, crushing it's carapace and shattering it's power core, which sparked harmlessly against the soles of her boots. She wasted no time reveling in her first kill however as she deftly lept to he next target, this time allowing her blades to cleanly slice through the midsection of another robotic warrior, it's searing hot body falling into three pieces. She was then quickly distracted by more bolts that struck the oval shaped plate that protected her back, the borg's weaponry burning through the first few layers of armored plating. She quickly turned, dealing with that threat as well, impaling the mindless soldier with one of her blades before kicking it off into the wall of lava behind it.


The rest of the targets met their deaths at the rest of the nightguards, who began firing their sleek black rifles, bringing down each of the borg with precision, targeting their vulnerable heads as opposed to their well protected armor cores, causing them to stumble about sightlessly before being eventually terminated by a second wave of blade wielding nightguards, who dispatched them with relative ease.


Holly stood, ignoring her burning leg as she nodded to the floating AI and the rest of her nightguards. "Path's clear!" She shouted, as no more mindless drones milled through the doorway.


The AI came forward hesitantly, watching the sealed metal doors with doubt as she approached Holly, who by now had deactivated her blades, continuing her path towards the door. The AI stopped however, still not pealing her eyes from the doors themselves.


"Wait." She warned, causing each of the nightguards to stop. "Something's not right. That can't be all of them. Surely your forces can't be doing that well up above to be diverting his attention away from myself."


Holly stopped herself mere feet away from the doors as she spun on her heels to face the AI. It's final words had angered her, fractured yet still strong Nafarian pride kicking in as the AI questioned Nafarian military might.


"Perhaps he isn't as powerful as you suspected. We dispatched these grunts easily. Who's to say that our own warriors aren't proving their own up above?" Holly spat back.


"You underestimate him." The AI replied calmly.


"Oh? And who exactly is this him" Holly bruskly stated, irritation growing evident in her voice.


"Again, there is no time to explain down here. Once we get out of here, and get to safety I will explain everything. But right now we need to focus at the task at hand and tread lightly. He's likely set a challenge for us to face beyond those doors. And I fear it will be something more than a mere collective of grunts." The AI explained, her eyes once again surveying the nightguards who listened to her rather impatiently.


"So what do you suggest? That we remain here in fear of what he has in store for us? To just die out here among the lava that surrounds us? To eventually become a part of this damned planet?" Holly blurted angrily.


"No. But again I stress that we proceed with caution. Your battle suits have stealth capabilities, do they not?" The AI asked.


"Yes. They did. But whatever you did to us back there fried them. I'm afraid none of us can use this stealth to our advantage." Holly replied, only to be interrupted as a second, broad shouldered nightguard stepped forward.


"Not true ma'am." He stated with a deep, commanding voice, that instantly garnered the attention of all within the hall. holstering his rifle across his back. "I remained out of range of the attack and still have a working suit. I can scout ahead and come back with information... With your permission of course." He explained.


Holly looked towards him for a moment, turning her gaze away from the AI as she pondered the suggestion, the prior irritation that she had directed at the AI cooling unlike the lava around them, which seemed to grow hotter than it was when they first entered the makeshift tunnel. She returned her gaze to the AI, searching it's body for any sign of struggle before noticing that it now hovered slightly closer to the floor, it's toes nearly grazing the metallic surface. The being had said that holding back the torrents of lava would be no easy task, and it soon became evident to Holly that their time in this back door was slowly ticking away. They couldn't keep arguing about their situation for long, and she figured that it would be better to know what lay beyond before advancing into the next chamber. She turned her head back to the nightguard who awaited her command.


"You have my permission corporal. But be quick and silent. I don't wish to bring more of those things in here." She said.


"Of course ma'am. Give me thirty seconds and I shall return." He replied, quickly bringing a closed fist across his chest in salute before dissapearing before them all and running for the door. It swiftly opened, thin metal plates gliding into the walls as he ran through.


The man would seem to never read his destination however as a large, blue explosion erupted in the doorway shortly after he stepped into the next room, only a portion of it visible to the ones in the lava hall. It was unknown if the man had survived, being invisible to both temperature and sight it would be impossible for whatever lay in the next room to see him. it likely had merely reacted to the opening of the doors, which now lay gaping open, long tendrils of molten orange metal splitting inwards.


"Well that answers that question." A somehow even more pale faced Holly voiced out as she reactivated her blades, a few of the other nightguards doing the same as well.


"I seem to be correct." The AI stated rather bluntly.


"Right... now stroking your own ego aside, how do you suppose we actually defeat what lays beyond?" Holly asked, cautiously taking a step forward as she hoped to gain sight of what reduced the door and possibly one of her own soldiers to nothing.
 

Galumora


The Lady of Ravens
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Frantic preparations were underway under the watchful eye of the Lady of Ravens, the Cargo bay was cleared out of everything that was important like spice's and the like and was moved the crews quarters for the time being, whilst everything else was cleared out when they opened the Cargo bays massive doors and let the vacuum of space take it all. For a Pirate ship it of course had a decent sized Cargo bay, plenty spacious for loot hauling and the like so they could gather as much as they could and leave as coming back would mean most likely contending with others less friendly looters.


"Mr. Bai'core please lock onto our friends signature and prepare the algorithims for our next maneuver. I want this to go off without a hitch... swoop in fast and clean Gentlemen we need not make an unnecessary mess. Also... bring me my Dredge back aboard as a first priority... but not our 'friend.' " The Pirate Queen drawled Lazily and the science officer saluted with a quick "Yes Mi'Lady" and began on them right away.


"Mr.Williams, please inform Moroc and Nagashira that we have overstayed our welcome, prepare to come home."


The young coms officer nods and brings the two online with the super-illuminal communications grid.


Nagashira paused from where she was lifting up a Nefarian Soldier over the wreckage of the land-walkers massive gun to see how the enemy was advancing whilst directing the Aliuu nearest her to help the 5 remaining Terrans load the 100mm grenade launcher turned artillery gun.


"awww c'mon Williams, tell her to let me stay a little longer, im about to win a bet with these Nafarians on 5,000 robot kills! Ill win a cask of ale, and you know she never lets me have those. Ill make it worth your whiiile little boy." The intimidating female said seductively. The coms officer looked back at The Lady of Ravens and took a single moment to decide.


"Sorry Miss, Captains orders and you know how she is."


"Ahh by the dark gods of piss and death, she's always ruining my fun." The Dredgnaught Pouted.


"yea yea, save the bitching for her not me Lady Nagashira, stand by for translocation."


The Female sauntered up to the five terrans and scooped all of them up in her arms and waved goodbye at the Nefarians while grinning at them. "You lot ever have a cluster fuck like this or are in need of a good time call me!" The Dredgnaught shimmered, flickered and then seemed to be wrenched apart and then was gone.


Moroc, about 300 kilometers away was busy figuring out how to take out one of the railguns by using the still operational land walkers cannon and was sitting on top of the giant mecha-droid observing the battle when he got the call. All the male Dredge did was snort.


"Standing by Sera." the creature said using the respectful title for the Dredge Matriarch in their own language, and he to vanished, a particle trail to the heavens.


However, deep in the heart of the Clusterfuck was the Dredge Infected Nefarian Nightguard. During the battle with the 15 enemy borg the creature had done its job well, instead of going in close range combat which would reveal its faster than average reflexes and speed it hanged back until the first of the robots had fallen and grabbed up two of their destroyed limbs and literally smashed the first two Borg's head in. Another borg kill and an assist it was accredited for when it held the damn thing down for another Nightguard to shoot/chop into tiny bits.


Maybe that borg thing could sense the discord inside that blackened visor, maybe not but the incoming data stream from Galumora, chaotic as it was, badly broken did speak of a plan though what it was sadly could not be told, however... it did involve a ship which it needed, and a fast escape.
 
-Core-


@Jarkov Malachai





Holly remained braced as she hopefully awaited the return of her comrade. Her knees remained braced, ready for any further combatants, or worse yet, the beast that waited for them through those doors. Her blades remained drawn as she waited roughly thirty seconds to no avail as the man never re emerged from the room. It was best to assume that he was dead, gone along with the many others that had perished for this damned AI.


"I'm sorry." The AI stated without emotion, breaking the deafening silence that had befallen the group. "your comrade has fallen, but I do suggest we get a move on, the magma is becoming rather tough for me to hold back, but there is a way to escape here and avoid getting crushed into nothingness, quickly, everyone gather around me." the AI commanded.


Holly, fearful of being enveloped by the lava obediently clustered around the AI without a single word. Her nightguards and the dredge did the same, nearly forming a misshapen circle about the floating AI. The nightguard's nearly bumped shoulders with one another as they impatiently waited for the AI's next command, however they were only met with silence as she began re position her hands. The lava near the path's entrance began to collapse on itself in response, a few of the nightguards towards the rear jumping erratically in fear, only to settle themselves moments later as the collapsing lava was held off mere feet from their bodies. Looking towards the air, the group would soon discover that the air surrounding them now shimmered in a near perfect circle about their bodies.


"There. This shield will protect move with us and protect us from the enemy's fire. It will move with us, but I am unsure how many of those shots it can take before faultering, so I suggest you scatter quickly once we enter the room." The AI said, her voice beginning to strain slightly with new effort being placed into the strange, barely visible shield around their bodies.


"And why didn't you place one of these around my nightguard?" Holly questioned rather angrily.


"I wasn't aware that that would be the outcome of his little endeavor. Again, you have my sincerest apologies, now shall we move before the heated magma collapses around us?" The AI suggested.


Remaining in silence, Holly nodded, slowly inching forward, the AI and the rest of the nightguards following suit as they closed the short, remaining gap between them and the torn scrap metal that represented a doorway. Within a minute the first nightguards stepped through, only to find a massive hulking robotic beast standing in the center of the room. The room itself was completely level, and dark, the only illumination coming from the nightguard's visors and tiny, flickering lights about the walls, stopping at a catwalk that wrapped about the room, standing a good distance above the giant borg soldier. Holly's eyes widened as she took in his hulking mass, a squat, headless body propped up on two powerful and tall legs that bent backwards at the knee. Two massive arms hung proudly from what could only be assumed as the borg's soldiers, one comprising entirely of a large cannon that shimmered a bright blue while the other was comprised of a huge, clawed fist that groped angrily at the shielded nightguards. The Borg's optics appeared to be comprised of a single V shaped blue line that shone across it's elongated front. It stepped two, heavy steps forward, it's cannon glowing brighter as it pointed it straight at the group.


"Run!" Holly cried, bolting from the protective embrace of the shield, skirting against the circular wall just under the catwalk.


She was followed by four other nightguards who ran in various directions, aiming to confuse the borg abomination. Despite their efforts however, the Borg kept it's cannon fixed on the shield, it's primary target being the AI, who stood defiantly with the remaining Nightguards in the room's threshold. Their bodies were only visible for mere seconds however, as the whole room was blinded by a bright flash of blue light, and a second explosion that slammed into the AI's shield, licking along the sides and bracing against what remained of the doorway. Smoke cleared to find the AI kneeling on the floor, the lava flooding the hall behind her as she released her grip on the torrents of hungry magma, it splashing against her shield. The final two nightguards soon fled the shield soon after, leaiving her alone in the bubble shaped shield.


The borg beast showed no emotion, no dismay or even anger at the fact that the AI had survived his onslaught. Instead it simply took a few more steps forward, it's cannon once more beginning to shimmer with the all too familiar blue light as he charged for a second blast, paying no mind to the nightguards who had now successfully flanked it.


Holly struck first, sprinting silently towards the borg beast, leaping onto it's inverted knees as she drove both of her blades into the being's back. The robot stumbled, distracted from the task at hand as it turned, attempting to view it's assailant only to find three more Nafarian nightguards who unleashed a torrent of small arms fire onto the being's face, blows it easily shook off as it swatted it's hand across the room, sending two of the three nightguards sailing into one of the curved walls. The remaining nightguard, the superior dredge was then quickly scooped up by the beast, each of it's five clawed fingers snatching the infected nightguard as it brought it to the V shaped eye that could be called it's face. It tightened it's grip as loud, mechanical whirring could be heard inside of it's torso, a large shoulder cannon erupting from the left side of the borg's body, quickly it began to charge, the light seeping into the Dredge nightguard's sealed helmet.
 
The Epsilon...


"Sir, the next batch is ready for launch." E75 said as he turned away from a screen to answer the Theno.


"Awesome, fire when-"


He was interrupted as one of the Kadrel voiced a concern over why the pods they'd be firing at the Railguns had to be occupied. The Ambassador and Captain Skaz both stared at the Kadrel...


"Kid," Skaz said as he leaned forward "are you suggesting we not fire Kadrel at this problem?"


The Ambassador slowly turned back to Captain Skaz, right before the Theno placed a hand on the Android's shoulder and burst into deep bellowing laughter. He wiped an imaginary tear from his metallic helmet's eyepiece, before bringing up a holo-screen.


In the Loading Bay, the next Batch of Kadrel were busy getting into their pods when the Rumbling voice of the Captain came on over the area "Good day you fresh, youthful, individuals!" Captain Skaz greeted "We here on the Bridge would just like to inform you that you will not be fired at the pre-designated targets, but instead will be launched directly towards the anti air appliances n the planet. We just want you all to be fully aware of the mortality ratings because... well, damn it I believe in a company that be honest with its work force."


The Kadrel in the Loading Bay all paused and mumbled to each other for a moment before one piped up "Wouldn't it be less deadly if you didn't have us cram into these things before the Launch?"


Captain Skaz was silent for a moment before breaking into another round of Laughter, which filled the room before he suddenly went silent and said "No."


The Loading Bay Kadrel erupted into a chorus of sighs and groans as the lot of them finished packing themselves into their pods with less enthusiasm, but no less speed. As the Pods were finished loading, a single Kadrel in one of them began sending messages to the Holo-Screens of the rest of the passengers.


"Dude," one of his fellow passengers said after receiving his mail "they already said that we're most likely to die during this launch. The hell you sending messages for?"


"This is the number pod I was born from," the sender replied with a grunt "if even one of you guys survives this then I want you to put two holes through the bastard who made me."


"Fair enough," the asker replied as they settled in before they launched.


Twenty-Twenty...


Twenty Twenty and several other Kadrel watched as a Railgun passed far in the distance, around them were the combined forces of several armies including their own who were still locked in battle against the encroaching horde.


"Okay, here's the plan," Twenty-Twenty said as he turned around to address the Kadrel behind him "If we bull rush towards the Railgun while it works then we can see if we can find any less armored joints or connections we can exploit."


As he said that, the rest of the Kadrel watched as the Railgun slowly rotated its gun skywards before beginning to fire.


"If concentrated fire doesn't work then we may have to board it and take it down from the inside."


The remains of several pods crashed against the Railgun as it kept firing, but shuddered and lurched as one of the drill pods lodged itself into its body.


"We may have to go down with it, but it would mean greater reinforcements against the robots."


The Railgun stumbled a bit as the pod tried to dig the rest of the way through, but it wouldn't matter since another pod crashed into the Railgun. Twenty-Twenty paused in his explanation as he heard the sound of an explosion behind him and he turned around to watch the Railgun go up in smoke taking the pods with it as several more landed in the ground a distance away from its smoldering heap even as more explosions erupted from it.


Twenty-Twenty just stared as the much smaller group of Kadrel reinforcements got out and immediately began linking up with the current fighting force. As two of them passed, Twent Twenty just had to ask.


"What the hell was that!?!"


"That," replied one of the two with a grunt of annoyance "was a suicide drop apparently. Good to know I didn't end up lodged in one of those things, next round may not have it as easy."


The Kadrel just grunted again before the two ran off to link up with another group of fighting Kadrel.


Twenty-Twenty stared for a moment before being struck with genius "That's it!" he yelled, regaining the attention of his team of Kadrel "If we take down the next Railgun before the next batch of reinforcements, then we could make a name for ourselves and save the lives of many of the next batch!"


The Kadrel before him gave each other a few looks before Twenty-Twenty just sighed "Just, shut up and follow me."


B06...


As the Kadrel and Nefarians worked through the last stretch of Borg defenders, BO6 just continued standing their with both hands clenched in fists as Kadrel from their section of the cave continued finishing off their own battles and pouring in. The Elevator crew just stood around watching him before T03 stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder-


-which was met with B06 spinning around and bashing T03 upside the helmet with his gun. T03 fell back and rubbed his head while giving some complaints, while B06 yelled at him while pointing as the battle continued on. After some more barks of rage, B06 hefted his gun again before waving to the rest of the Elevator Crew. Then, after one of the others pulled T03 back to his feet, they hurried to catch up and join with the forward ranks of Kadrel and Nefarians.


(@Romulus VenZiel )
 
Arimius





Apparently the work of a tyrant is never over. Arimius, the embodiment of what the Syhelians had been reduced to, was always seeking conflict, always seeking to thwart the Asren. And what an opportunity he had before him, a plethora of new factions squabbling over some dusty planet. The Asren tasked with safeguarding the sector against him were already badly weakened and could no longer contest the planet. Better yet, Taeral's ship, the Retribution, lay among them, ready to lay waste to their traitorous hides. Speaking of which, where was Taeral? No matter Arimius took the opportunity to invite himself onto the Retribution to 'borrow' some data on events that had transpired. If Taeral had a problem with it...well that was his problem. In the meantime there was chaos to be caused, an uneasy truce based on blackmail and a bastardly band of pirates. And so, with only the laziest of encryptions, Arimius set out to contact the acting Nafarian captain...
 
-Arimius-





@TheOnionofShrek


"Sir, inbound communications from unknown vessel." Veely's communications officer alerted him, causing him to prick his head up from an open palm.


"Can you determine that it isn't those damned pirates? I've had more than my fill of their treachery for one day." He sighed, sounding exacerbated and needing of a long sleep.


"I cannot guarantee sir. The signal's encrypted, but the pirate queen was always rather open with her coms. Shall I chance it sir?" The nervous corporal explained.


The captain let out a long sigh, situating himself on his throne so he sat upright and straightened his uniform, ensuring that not a single wrinkle lay upon his torso. "Go for it." He finally ordered after he had turned his gaze to where the viewing screen would soon be.


The corporal took a moment to type a few commands into his console before the screen flickered to life, bringing the tired face of Captain Veely into Arimius' view. The pale faced Nafarian looked tired, yet his face lit up at the sight of Arimius, simply glad that it was no longer Galumora ruining his day, and better yet, someone who at the very least bore the face of a Nafarian. Delighted that he now talked to a new, more friendly face, Veely greeted Arimius with open arms.


"Well then! Some surprise this is!" Veely exclaimed as if he was speaking to an old, long lost friend. "Now to what do I owe the pleasure of speaking to you... err." He stumbled, eyes searching for some sort of rank on the man's chest before realizing that he couldn't possibly be a Nafarian soldier, the background and his uniform just seemed off to Veely, yet he continued contact.


"Who are you?" He asked, clearly puzzled.


-B06-





@GrieveWriter


"The hell are these things?" A soldier could commonly be heard yelling as the Kadrel continued to filter in among their ranks.


"Who cares soldier! They're helping us and that's all that matters! Now keep your damned sights on the enemy ahead and reduce them to scrap! And that's an order!" A bellowing voice replied.


Should B06 or any other Kadrel look, they would soon see that this voice belonged to s different looking soldier than the thronging waves of grey armored soldiers that fought the robotic soldiers. He knelt close to the ground, behind 'Sergeant Zander's' tank, and he clearly stuck out among them. His armor was bright, glossy red. Almost his entire body was clad in the red metal, the few gaps being near his shoulders, his elbows, knees and neck, which bore the pitch black body suit that prevented the plates from scraping against his bare skin. He held one large rifle, and occaisionally poked out from behind the tank to unleash a storm of red rounds into the enemy lines. It would soon become apparent to B06 that cover was only a customary for this soldier, as the return fire that found it's mark against the soldier's armor nearly sparked against the red plates, showing little damage as he returned to cover.


Meanwhile, the combined efforts of the Kadrel and Nafarians proved highly effective against the robotic soldiers, and within another minute, only a handful of borg stood in their way. They were cut down rather quickly, the Nafarian soldiers, eager to finish the bloody cave fighting sprinted ahead to engage the borg with their weapons, bludgeoning them to death with the butts of their rifles, finally reducing the remaining robotic fighters into a pile of twisted metal and computer parts. Cheers echoed out among the soldiers as the final warrior fell beneath their boot, cheers that were silenced by the red armored commander jumping from behind the tank pushing himself to the front lines, beckoning an imedeate silence among the Nafarian legions, who stood at attention, awaiting his further commands.


He remained silent for a moment, kicking one of the deceased robotic soldiers with his red boot. He then turned his gaze to the foreigners who had lent their hand in the Nafarian's victory.


"Zander!" He finally called out, looking towards the gargantuan tank that now sat idle among the destruction.


"Yes my lord!" Zander's voice eagerly replied, a sarcastic tone all but evident, prompting a dissapointed sigh from the commander, who shook his head and looked down at his feet for a moment.


"Get down from that damned tank son, shit's a hazard in these chasms. I want you to gather a small squad and push on through the doorway. I'll deal with the foreigners." He explained.


"Of course my lord! Anything for you my lord! I'll die for you my l-"


"Enough Zander!" The commander shouted, prompting snickers throughout the troops as Zander leaped from the tank in glee, boots pounding on the dusty ground as he happily picked the soldiers he would take through the doors. "As for the rest of you, check our fallen comrades for wounded and lead them back to the elevators double time!" He roared sternly, prompting immediate action from a good deal of the soldiers who instantly discarded their weapons as they knelt low above fallen legionaries, checking for any sign of life in the cluster of bodies.


Finished with his own men, the commander approached the nearest Kadrel, laying a firm hand on it's shoulder.


"You, Where's your CO." He barked in a stern manner, his seven foot frame standing above the Kadrel foot soldier.
 
The Underground...


The Kadrel Soldier muttered some things in his language before shaking his head and raising an arm in front of him, a holo-screen appeared over the contraption on his arm which he immediately began interacting with as the rest of the Kadrel began stomping and skimming through the destroyed pieces of the robots, looting the weaponry and equipment of their fallen forces as they did. Eventually the Holo-Screen shifted to an image of The Epsilon's bridge, where the Ambassador and the Captain continued chatting for a moment before one of the Kadrel manning the computers pointed out the new contact.


The Captain turned back in his chair for a moment before gesturing to the Ambassador, who quickly walked over.


"Greetings," the Ambassador said "from the logs left on this Newborn's M.A.D. memory you seem to be contacts found underground. How enjoyable."


"So then, I hear that you wished to contact someone of higher authority." the Ambassador said before pressing a hand against his own chest "I am Ambassador E75, main Ambassador Unit on The Epsilon currently in orbit of this planet. From your appearance I assume you hold authority over the rest of these humanoids which our units have been working with on the surface. How swell, what can this unit answer for you today?"


B06...


The Noob jumped in victory as the battle wound down, while B06 slumped against a small pile of dead Kadrel. Old Timer just stood there scratching his helmet for a while as the rest of the Elevator Crew came to a halt near the former front lines of the push. The Noob quickly said several things before pointing down the hall towards where he assumed the Core was located, while B06 groaned loudly at the Noob's continued speech. B06 stood and pointed at Noob before yelling some more things, right when a figure burst forward from the pile of Kadrel corpses. B06 spun around in an instant before firing into the body, before looking up to find the smoldering form of another Kadrel laying halfway out of the pile.


The Kadrel around him looked onward upon recognizing the gunfire, but turned back to their own activities after realizing it was just one of their own forces and not a robot or one of the aliens. B06 rubbed the back of his helmet and grumbled a bit, then said something out loud to the others before leaning down and promptly confiscating the newly killed Kadrel's weaponry.


(@Romulus VenZiel )
 
The cannon fired and completely obliterated the still out cold and injured Nightguard. The upper half of him was just gone, dust in the wind. A slightly seared lower half still rested inside the Borg Abominations hand and as it turned to look to the survivors, losing interest in the Dead soldier a shimmer atop its corpse, a black oily looking substance which oozed from the burned and blackened lower half and coalesced quickly into the Feral Dredge.


Its six eyes locked onto the V shape that served as the Borgs eye and then extended its body forward towards it and slightly up, four arms kept in tight and close to its chest. Some in the universe who had seen this maneuver and lived called it Dredge Drop or the Piston on account of how it played out.


The Feral brought all four of its fists up in perfect unison and their punching power combined with the added force of its extremely powerful hind legs all slam into the bend in its glowing V shaped eye with absolute brutal force.


The shockwave of the impact was clearly visible on the Dredge, the sheer kinetic force rippled up its four arms and back lashed as the armored plates bunched together and screeched on the Feral’s forearms as they scraped past eachother and almost buckled.


With a sound akin to thunder the Dredge slammed its fist into that V visor and used the kickback to launch itself shortly into the air and twist about flinging its tail with chitin plates razored out to snag on the things gun, paying no attention to whatever pain or suffering it just caused. It was still moving, that in itself called to the things instincts that it still needed to be killed.


The Ferals tail barely caught on but just enough to let it swing towards the gun. The Borgs hand came at it again but this time the Dredge’s mobility wasn’t hampered by a suit of armor or a host and it contorted its body mid air like a full backwards crescent moon and the borgs hand missed in its flailing grazing the Dredges spine and ripping off one or two armored chitin plates in the process.


The creature finished its swing and landed on the Borgs shoulder right next to the cannon, all six limbs gripping the Borgs metal exoskeleton with a death grip, talons on metal like nails on chalkboard.


Fear and Adreneline had its reflexes and strength on Max, you could see it in just one of those wide opened star slit pupil eyes.
 
-Planet's core-


@Jarkov Malachai





The Dredge's punch caused the optics to crack and loose their vibrant glow and the giant protruding plate to buckle. The attack seemed to be rather successful in blinding the abomination, at least for the moment, however the dredge, now hanging on the being's cannon, soon found that this abomination was not like the foot soldiers, and relied on more than just simple conventional weaponry.


The giant borg suddenly began to make a grating whirring noise, sounding much like an electronic growl as it fell to one knee and it's body began to vibrate rapidly, slowly shaking the feral Dredge's grip from the cannon. The Nightguards carefully watched from below, a mixture of confusion, anger and glee coursing through them as they watched their beloved comrade die, a strange being erupting from his body and the insurmountable force of the giant borg soldier appear to be defeated in one fell swoop. All of these feelings were dashed however as the electronic growling grew to a crescendo of ear splitting grinding shortly before the beast let loose a gravitational shockwave, pushing the Dredge and the nightguards away from it's body, pressing them against the circular walls.


As everyone gathered their bearings, they turned their eyes to face the borg once more, Holly standing, directly facing the beast's face as she prepared to charge, only to notice a shimmering circular field around the giant monstrosity, much akin to the one that protected her own soldiers earlier. Knowing she could not pierce such a field, she was forced to watch helplessly as the beast preformed a second miraculous feat, as the optic visor, once shattered and unusable began to shift in place, the metal twisting and grinding around the now separated optic sensors, erasing the giant crack that used to run through it. The two sensors began to reactivated, beginning to regain their blue glimmer. However this did come at a slight cost however, as the once thick frontal plate now bore a thick grove running straight between it's eyes, meaning that the beast boasted much lighter armor in that sector.


"Impossible..." Holly murmured, her brain struggling to process the information at hand.


Now completed the beast began to stand, stomping it's giant, split toed feet on the ground, slightly denting the shiny metal beneath it. A grinding roar was emitted from the beast's center as it prepared to face the nightguards again, staring directly at Holly as it raised it's cannon, preparing it for a second charge.


Holly reacted quickly, sprinting forward towards the beast as opposed to away from it, running straight for the gap between the abomination's trunk like legs as it reached for her with it's open hand. She quickly slid to the side, dodging the maneuver as she continued for the gap, her blades extending at each side as she sliced into the being's legs, the hissing blades biting halfway into the thick metal that supported it's weight. Now weaker, the beast buckled slightly, a groaning sound echoing from it's center as it took roguetonium weapons fire from the other nightguards as well, proving to me more as a minor hindrance and only scraping the outer layers of armor rather than a dire threat. Instead the best kept it's focus on Holly, who, skidding to a halt behind the beast began to sprint and leap for it's back -only to find that it's upper half had completely twisted on it's axis. Now facing her directly, Holly soon found herself swatted from the air by the beast's bulky cannon, crumpling the large shoulder plate and the plates leading up her arm and sending her spinning towards the circular wall. She hit it hard, jarring her entire body as she fell to the floor, causing her to be dazed and bruised but luckily sparing her bones. Only facing gashes up her left arm she quickly reached up, ripping the now useless plates from her body and discarding them to the floor, exposing the bodysuit and complex wiring that supplied her blades with the roguetonium imperative to it's operation.


Watching the mortals face off with little success, the AI, still struggling to fight off the torrents of lava from flooding the room found it important to tell her newfound allies a bit more about the higher tier soldiers of their enemy.


"You can't chip slowly away at it's defenses and expect victory! It can bend and mold things through complex gravitational technology, much like myself. It will only mend itself together through intense pressure, you need to strike straight for it's heart! Use it's modification to your advantage!" She called out desperately.


This would soon be easier said than done however, as four doors opened above them, leading straight for the circular catwalk. A stream of borg soldiers quickly lined the catwalk's edge as they pointed their weapons at the nightguards, each pointing their weapons down at the nightguards below. One of them, a soldier that looked no different than the others began to open it's mouth.


"A valiant attempt thus far!" The soldier began, a deep, condescending voice emitted from it's mouth. "But I'm afraid that you will not escape, not even with the help of these puny whelps you've managed to pick up with you my dear. Why don't you sacrifice yourself to me, and spare their lives. Only one needs to die tonight."


"No!" The AI screamed in response. "I will not bow to you! We both know you intend to eliminate these poor souls along with anyone who stands in your way! I will personally see to it that you are ended. Before any species falls beneath your boot!"


The borg soldier seemed taken back for a moment, cocking it's head as it surveyed the AI and the nightguards, however it didn't seem entirely displeased with her response.


"Okay. Save her, and kill the rest." It stated calmly, pausing a bit as it thoughtfully stroked it's artificial chin. "Oh, and bring me their heads. It would be nice to study their brains."


-Dreadnought Commander-


@GrieveWriter





The Commander seemed taken back at first, not expecting the Kadrel to immediately connect him to one of their higher ups, especially given the circumstances at hand, with them being underground, miles of rock and steel laying above them. It soon became apparent to the commander that these beings were well versed when it came to communications technology, possibly a useful ally to the Nafarians, or even Inner Empire should the predictions regarding the nation's civil war prove to be true. Laying slightly distracted by the commotion caused by B06 mixed with his shock both worked in tandem with one another to create a brief awkward silence from the commander.


"Why... hello ambassador. I am Commander Valda Hel'Vallic of the Nafarian empire, and yes, I have been placed in command of these units underground by my commanding officer, Captain Veely." He finally managed, a bit flabbergasted and at a loss for words as to what to say to someone that high along the totem poll of Kadrel hierarchy, having expected someone within the caves. Gathering his senses, he continued his speech. "It's become apparent to me that your soldiers have come into contact with my own down here and it's apparent that we both hold similar goals. While an official alliance is something far above my pay-grade, I would think it wise for a temporary pact be in order, both that protects our soldiers from friendly fire and ensures a temporary joint campaign against the borg for as long as we both see fit."


He tossed his gaze away from the viewscreen and towards the arc shaped doors, blinding light emitting from it, preventing anyone from seeing what lay beyond it.


"And as for what lies at this planet's center, I think we can decide who walks away with what once we can safely determine what lays inside." He suggested, his voice straining at the idea of sharing sensitive and possibly valuable data and tech with a foreign species. But he had little choice, his men lay tired after the fight with the borg and the idea of fighting the Kadrel in such a vulnerable positioning did not seem like a wise idea.


But then again, watching the Borg annihilate it's own only to take it's weapon and shrug it off seemed strange to the Commander, who ruled his squadrons with strict discipline and was brought up to follow Nafarian military guidelines to the letter.. Perhaps they weren't that much of a threat after all, but it wasn't something the commander was willing to risk with so many lives on the line, and thus he let his words sink into the ambassador, feeling the temporary pact to be a pact of necessity rather than anything else.
 
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Arimius





"Who am I?" Arimius's face contorted in what could be called a smile. "My good captain, I think that shouldn't concern you so much as what I have to offer my fellow Nafarian! While I no longer serve the Empire it does pain me to see a fellow Nafarian brought so low by pirates of all things. It is an affront to our people for such scum to dictate terms to us. Why don't we make things a bit more fair my good friend." And with that the audio communication ended, shortly after the coordinates of a certain pirate queens ship were transmitted to Captain Veely, though Arimius was a bit eager to see fighting and the encryption on it was so shoddy anyone could've listened in using a potato.
 
Nuk Ez'Lon

Nuk did not have to look very far, as the escort soldiers there were the only soldiers in the hangar. They were also essentially standing at the door. The person who can be assumed to be the leader of the group stood in the front of the group. He stands little shorter than Nuk himself, short enough for it to be deduced as such, but not enough to force him to look up at the Nafarian. His men, clothed in the typical armor for a Xandarian infantry unit, their faces unseen beneath their visors, appear to be roughly the same height as he. They have assault rifles slung over their shoulders, hands resting on the strap so as th be ready to use them at a moment's notice.


"Greetings, [Royal] Lieutenant Ez'lon." the Xandarian says, giving a seemingly standard salute. "I'm afraid we'll have to skip all of the usual formalities in order to get you to the Prince in a timely fashion. You may refer to me as Royal Captain Enzion, or Captain Enzion, if you so wish. If you and your escort," Enzion says, gesturing towards the two seven foot tall Nafarians. "Have any weapons on them, you will have to turn them over to us now, otherwise I'm afraid you can't be allowed near the Prince. They'll be returned to you upon the closure of this meeting."
 
Aboard The Kukri

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After Mr.Williams finished contacting Galumora and Moroc, he went back to monitoring enemy communication streams, it was more or less helpful to know what the enemy was up to even if you could only break the basic encryption of the local battle net. Simple troop movements meant finding holes in your enemies lines and or where they have been ordered to halt, a great mind such as the Lieutenants or his Lady could then piece together what the enemy commander was doing. However it was his underlings on the bridge that picked up an off kilter encryption going to the Nefarian command bridge, it wasn't from one of the Nefarian fleet that came here but another ship that as of the moment they had no readings on.


Curious he put one of his underlings on it but paid it no mind until said underling broke the encryption and gasped. "Sir! you might want to read this!"


"Send the data." Mr.Williams said curiously and when said was transferred he smiled grimly and looked behind him to find that Galumora already stared in his direction, knowing how well the Female could see he leaned backwards and let her have full view of his screen. "As i quote Miss. Artemis... yes sir i believe you might want to read this."


The Pirate Queen simply smiled and nodded sagely. "Mr. Valerian... Mr. Bai'core do plot an extra jump point.... as a precaution of course. Im sending you the coordinates."


The science officer got them and both he and the lieutenant were shocked though Valerian telegraphed this only by a raise in his eyebrows. "But Ma'am both of these are akin to suicide!"


"Annnnnd?" The Lady of Ravens purred. "Mr.Valerian ready our final package, give it a more... heavy set up and do please make sure Nagashira isn't already making the terrans... 'clean her'. Frivolous activities must await the end of a battle yes?"


Mentally the Female alerted the Aliuu in the Engine room to prepare for some... extreme conditions.


The creatures all sent back an affirmative and prepped the engine and drive for one hell of a ride.
 
E75...


The Ambassador raised a hand before turning back to the Captain's chair, knowing that his superior had over heard from his position "Captain, Orders?"


A clawed metal hand raised from the chair for a moment before waving the Ambassador off, the Captain yawned before lowering his hand back down and returning to his prior 'Engagement'.


E75 turned back to view the Commander before nodding "My superior has given me leeway to agree to this proposal," he stated before trying to give his best synthetic smile, unknowingly locking his face in that position "this Newborn is hereby known as Commune."


The Kadrel who was projecting the Holo-screen gave several grumbles at his new designation before nodding at the new name.


"The Kadrel and soldiers of this Nefarian Empire will work together to recover this item which has drawn our combined attention. Once it is safely distanced from the Robotic Denizens, who also seem to be either Guarding and/or hunting for it as well, we will discuss terms of ownership provided my current theories on the matter have been debunked."


"In the meantime, do not hesitate to breath calmly near these newborns. Unless one of you were to fire upon them with noticeable intent then they are fully, genetically and mentally, incapable of bringing harm upon you. That being said, Commune here will act as our go-between at the moment. If you wish to contact me again once this conversation is over, Commune here will be more than happy to patch us through again. I will input these orders into their readouts, and they shall be a most suitable wall of flesh to take cover behind should it be necessary.


The other Kadrel began looking up from their various looting activities as the basic premise of the Truce scrolled across their visors.


"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about, Commander?"


B06...


After having the dead Kadrel's weapons snap to his back, B06 stood and breathed in some air before quickly slapping T03. T03 questioned B06 as he rubbed the back of his head, to which the elder Kadrel just shruggd and walked away. He stopped when he saw the readouts of this new truce thing, then shrugged. He gestured back to the rest of the Elevator Crew, and they immediately gathered around as B06 began telling them his game plan for surviving the core.


(@Romulus VenZiel )
 
-Nuk Ez'Lon-


@Dys





Nuk's guardians looked wary at the Xandarian commands, their fingers tensing on the triggers as their other hand gripped their weapons tightly, as if their steel tight grips would keep the Xandarians from taking their guns away. Nevertheless, Nuk gave a curt nod to the men, giving no argument to the Xandarians and beckoning for them to hand over their weapons. The two bulky soldiers shared a glance, before tossing their weapons to the Xandarian soldiers silently, giving no complaint as their commanding officer had ordered.


"Very well then Captain, my men have complied to your request, now, this prince you have promised?" Nuk asked, giving the Captain a very polite, knowing smile, his hands remaining behind his back, refusing any gesture of greeting, eager to swiftly achieve his goals.


-Veely-





Veely smiled at this new information, settling into his chair as wild thoughts of vengeance raced through his brain. Should he obliterate the ship with the Nafarian warships at his command and forever rid himself of this swine? Should he simply bide his time and track them? Or should he do what he originally intended, and capture something this 'pirate queen' desperately would seek to have returned to her? The possibilities were endless, and each appealed highly to Veely, who desperately sought revenge against Galumora.


He leaned forward in his chair as his navigation officer ran his busy hands across his holopad, automatically bringing up the ship's coordinates for the impatient captain, almost as if telepathically reading his superior's desires. Or, rather every single soul upon the bridge had too, grown weary of the pirate queen.


"Coordinates are up sir. It's your call." The navigations officer stated, spinning on his chair to face the captain.


Delighted, the captain returned the smile before returning his gaze to the coordinates. They weren't all too far from his fellow, Inner empire captain's position. Perhaps he could lead an assault once Veely's remaining ships spacebound crippled the pirate vessel.


"Are we able to target any of the ship's systems? The cloaking perhaps? Or the engines to cripple the vessel?" Captain Veely asked.


"It would be a shot in the dark sir. We only have the ship's locations, and while we could guarentee a hit we can't be sure what exactly we're shooting at. We could hit a vital system by dumb luck, but such a task would include high risk sir, and alert the foreigners to our intentions. With all assets withdrawn from the planet it's likely that they'll flee as soon as they're hit." The navigations officer explained.


"Very well then. And how about dreadnought and nightguard teams? How many more of those do we have on reserve?" The captain implored as he ate away at his options.


"We hold one more squadron of five dreadnaughts and two squadrons of nightguards sir, and likely Captain Kalius will have some under his command as well. It's only a matter of convincing him to deploy them." The officer responded.


"And S class dropships?"


"Once we deploy Sergeant Holly's evac ship we'll have four more on standbye... are you suggesting boarding action sir?" The navigation officer asked.


"Indeed I am corporal, get me Kalius, and make sure the god damned line is secure, I don't want that bitch popping in on our conversation and finding out what we plan." Veely commanded as he settled into his chair, readying himself for his conversation with the Captain.


"Aye sir!" The communications officer chimed in, bringing down the viewscreen once more as they hailed the second captain.


-B06-





@GrieveWriter


The Commander smiled. Perhaps these Kadrel wouldn't pose as much of a threat as he had possibly feared. He briefly toyed with the idea of simply gunning them all down in front of this ambassador before shamefully shunning the idea aside. Commander Valda considered himself to be many things; a trained soldier, a killer, to some even a galactic thug subservient to Ven'Ziel's command but he did not fancy himself a liar, and intended to stay to his word. He had watched too many Nafarian commanders do the opposite for their own personal gain and shied away from the idea. Perhaps this soon to be civil war was a long time coming.


"Very well Ambassador." Valda sighed, returning his gaze to the view screen. "With that settled I do believe I have nothing more to speak of for now. If you do seek further relations between our peoples then I do highly suggest moving up the command chain. I'm sure you've long detected our ships in the atmosphere and I would highly recommend you speaking to a 'Captain Kalius'. He should be able to point you to those who can secure a... more long term pact between our peoples." Valda explained before giving the Ambassador a curt nod, bidding him farewell, any form of facial expression lost to the ambassador beneath his full helmet.


As soon as the screen had vanished he turned his head slightly to address this Commune. Boy did these things have weird names. But he supposed every foreign species would think the other's name to be weird in retrospect so he abandoned the thought and returned his mind to the task at hand, and show a hand of good will to the Kadrel, or one as good as he was willing to offer.


"Commune." He spurted awkwardly, not sure if there was a certain rank he should address the soldier by. "Those soldiers over there, what are there names? They seem to be a rather... innovative bunch. Perhaps they should join Zander and his troops through the gateway." He stated, pointing to B06 and his companions.


They would make an interesting choice to oversee the tech that lay for them in the planet's core. Malleable idiots, just like Zander, who Commander Zalda still toyed with the idea of court martialing. The fool always did make a mockery of the Nafarian military, and he always questioned as to how he had remained in the service for so long.
 
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