Krayiss II

[Karnage]

A low chuckle resounded through the speakers of Karnage's helmet as he viewed with patience the encounter of Ripper with the acklay. Interesting move with the turning into a beetle. Pretty good though. The togruta thought as he touched a button activating a set of speakers that overlooked the simulation room.

 

”œGood job so far Ripper, keep it up! But remember not to do too many things when in a conflict with your enemy. Try to limit attacks to 2, maybe 3 but that can be stretching it.”

[Ghaunadaur]

Veldri slowly picked his stunned form up off the staircase. ”œOne minute I'm on top of a tower and the next I'm back on the staircase. That floor must have been weaker than I thought.”

[Karnage]

((walluga vs. veldri , 2))

 

BOOOM!!!

 

An explosion resulting from the pressurizing of gas around the detonator rippled outward in a dome shape throwing rocks, debris, and more rocks into the air. Dust filled the area and swept outward in a perfect ring only to break the formation when impacts on outlying rocks, walls, and the sole human shaped figure in the desert were imminent and had come to pass. Silence almost filled the air afterwards. Nothing but the sound of rocks losing momentum and colliding with the ground could be heard”¦except for something else.

 

Suddenly, a screech pierced the air and every ear within range. The dust settled, and made hundreds of small lumps around a hole in the ground as a single limb protruded from the hole and was followed by a large body and then a head and eventually two more limbs. The figure of a walluga scampered in a weak way around the hole and stopped just short of the chasm of which it had been respawned from. Peering over the edge of the hole it could see a single leg lying limp and throbbing somewhat near the edge of the depression in the ground.

 

Several thoughts raced the walluga's artificial mind as it pretended to recall how the rock it encountered shortly before the hole had simultaneously tripped the walluga as well as removed the combination of a sword and bomb from his now bleeding underbelly. Unfortunately, the poor creature had fallen into the same hole as the explosive device. All was not lost at a second glace, for the being had still been able to bumble over to the opposite side of the hole before the bomb went off. Then, in a split second the creature's life changed and as fate still had control, the walluga's life cost him his leg, his left rear leg to be precise.

 

After shaking off the suspense and adrenaline from the explosion, the creature craned its head at such an angle the it was now staring at its underbelly. There was a spot on the white underside that was drenched with a color, a color that represents hatred, pain, and place on the body where arteries have been split. The blood dripped from this wound relentlessly and as much as the walluga wanted to shout at the wound to heal itself and cease its radiation of pain, it could not. Thus are the laws of physics.

 

After undermining the determination of Veldri, the walluga only saw red. Like an angry mother after a predator who had taken her cub, the creature now only desired penance from this man for the walluga's lifeless leg. A quarter of the walluga's mobility was gone now, vanished into oblivion like a flicker of hope washed out by the sea of despair.

 

In a blinding flurry of legs and rage, the walluga charge no directly at Veldri, but up a pile of rocks near the entrance of the tower, and then kicked the side of a buttress that jutted away from the side wall and which sent a wall of rocks tumbling over onto veldri, many of which hit him and sent him spiraling and tumbling away. The walluga on the other hand, fell off the rock pile in the opposite direction. The reason the creature's fall resides in his awkwardness of ability to stand his entire body on two legs while using his third to push over a weakened rock structure. The walluga came to a halt about two meters away from the rock pile while still being at the base of the tower. The walluga struggled to bring itself upright in preparation for Veldri's expected retaliation.

[Ghaunadaur]

Veldri could finally see as he wiped the last of the blood from his eyes, which were the only part of his face that wasn't covered by his helmet or his mask that had been white but was now a sticky mess of virtual blood and sand. Suddenly, the ground erupted; instead of the fleshy chunks of walluga that should have been raining down on Veldri there was billowing sand and bits of rock. ”œThe grenade must have come off somehow,”

[Delta73]

Delta walked to where Crosa stood and asked,

 

"Do youwish to presue Jaden and bring him back?"

 

Delta awaited a response...

[Karnage]

((acklay vs ripper, 2))

 

Terror”¦terror and anger were the only two things that the acklay recognized now. First he had had the ungrateful opportunity to run directly into a column of a sizable magnitude, and now his prey was gone. The only thing left to deal with was that incredible throbbing pain that drenched his left rear leg and part of his underside.

 

The acklay immediately undertook the principle of ”œshooting first and asking questions later”

[Ripper]

Pain jolted through the head of Ripper as he took a blow so hard to the chin, that in any other situation, his head would have separated from his body. Just before taking the hit, he had seen the acklay come around the side of the column, and he was ready to deliver a hasty blow with the blade of his sword into the neck of the acklay, but unfortunately the acklay's leg made swift contact with the chin of the man, before he could strike the animal's neck. Ripper flew upwards, loosing the grip on his blaster, but managing to keep hold of his sword. As he fell to the ground with a deafening thud, he wrenched his jaw, and cringed in pain, only to find a large leg slamming down onto his chest. The leg came down with such energy, that could have severely injured the man, but was reduced by the strength and padding of his new armor, to a force that merely knocked his breath out.

 

Ripper rolled over on his stomach, unable to effectively stand after such a crushing blow, and saw the beast limping away into a windborne wave of sand. After a few seconds, Ripper was able to gather himself, and pull himself up against the base of the column he had just been standing by. He saw his blaster had been mangled up into a saliva covered ball of scrap, Son of a”¦ he thought as he popped the transmitter off the sim-gun, which had somehow survived the karnage brought upon his gun. He pocketed it so he could re-fit it onto his real blaster when he left the training simulation. Ripper turned and saw the body of the acklay limping into the sandstorm, blood draining out the back of it's leg.

 

The sandstorm began to pick up in intensity, the column beside him collapsed just in front of him, startling him for just a second. He brought his sword up again, beginning to chase after the beast, barely able to make it's shape out as he ran behind it. As the storm raged though, he began to slow, the sand stinging him like a million piercing needles, wherever his skin was exposed. He was weakened, unable to see the beast in front of him anymore; falling to the ground with one knee, he ignored the stinging sensation, but the sand was pushing too hard. He began to fall with his other knee, the wind and sand, grit and dirt, all pushing him to the ground. He fell to the steps, as sand began to cover his legs, gradually sweeping over his entire body, not able to move as it buried him, he began to loose the ability to breath, as the weight of the sand began to take it's toll on him. Being completely covered in sand at this point, he realized if he were to take the form of the beetle he had used earlier, the miniscule lungs would not need as much air, allowing him to breath in the space in-between the tiny, harsh grains of sand, making it able for him to survive the storm. As the large humanoid form shifted into the tiny beetle, he burrowed in the sand, the pressure of which was still enormous upon his little insect body. He continued digging, farther and farther, trying to make his way towards the surface.

 

The tiny head of the beetle, followed by the body emerged from the sand, about twenty yards from the beast. As he took human form again, he gripped his sword, and set forth up the stairs that led to a small drop off, at which the acklay was at the base of. He shuffled along the edge of the top of the wall, and upon looking down upon the acklay, he noticed that it appeared extremely disoriented, apparently from the amount of sand entering its eye sockets. The animal, staggering around, had not seemed to notice Ripper, as he brought his sword down and jumped from the ledge, about twelve or thirteen feet down onto the animal. As he fell towards the beast, he realized he had misjudged his leap, and was not able to bring his sword down directly into the neck of the acklay; instead as he fell just past the beast, he swung the sword into the upper forward rib cage of the right side of the beast, and dragged it down, creating a deep gash, possibly cutting into some of the vital organs of the beast.

 

When Ripper hit the ground, he hit hard, and he rolled off past the animal. Standing up mid-roll, he lost a slight bit of his balance, causing him to collide with the other column, as they had ended up on the opposite side of the staircase as where they had started. The animal had it's back-left leg rendered useless, and a gaping wound in it's side, surely he had started to slow it by now. Having backed up against this column, he made himself low and small, as to avoid giving the beast to much of a possibility of a direct attack on him again. He braced his sword forward, as this would severely impale the attacker if a direct charge was attempted.

 

The only thing in-between him, and this six-legged monster, was a set of stairs, a slowly dispersing sandstorm, and his good ”˜ole blade. Lets make some beef jerky, he joked to himself as he prepared for a counterattack.

[Delta73]

Delta ran to the docking bay at full sprint, and hopped into his ship, he blasted off, into space his destination: Concord Dawn. For a bounty on a certain couples head.

 

He blasted off into hyperspace....

[Omega73]

Crosa saw Delta run into his ship and blast off. Crosa had a good idea of where he was going... to find a bounty. As Crosa jumped into his own ship and slid off his helmet he checked Delta's coordinates...

 

Concord Dawn... Nice choice

 

Crosa needed some action anyways. He set coordinates for Concord Dawn and blasted into hyperspace...

[Dar'Manda]

One of the cloning tubes on Krayiss II snapped to life, it's liquidy substance draining to reveal a body inside, the body of Canderous Bralor. Falling to the floor with a thud, Canderous caught himself as he fell, holding himself up best he could off the cold durasteel floors. Memories ran throughout his mind, memories of his past life, memories of the tournament on Ryloth as his body and soul became one, once again.

 

"So, this is what being a clone feels like. Interesting."

 

Canderous said as he stood, his muscles shaking a bit at first, but soon steading themselves as he rose. Slapping on the usual Black Sun Operatives clothing that laid nearby, Canderous left the room, his search beginning for Brendo and Jacen to inform them of his loosing of his at Ryloth.... to the traiter known as Duo to make matters worse.

 

Locating an Operative, Canderous questioned him as to where Brendo and Jacen were at, only finding that they were off planet at Artus for a meeting with the new members of the Black Sun, Ronin Wartide and his gang. Baffled at the mention of their names, as when he left Krayiss II for Ryloth, they were at war with them, Canderous decided he would journey there to see what exactly was going on.

 

Thanking the guard, Canderous made his way to the hanger, realizing he would have to make a journey home before heading to Artus. He would have to pick up some gear from Mandalore that hadn't been worn since Reaper had laid them down during that fateful era on Necropolis, as well as forge a new blade since he had lost his upon Ryloth.

 

"A sword should do this time, i think."

 

Canderous thought to himself as he hoped in a Black Sun Fighter and began preperations for lift off. First his journey would take him to Mandalore, and then finally to Artus for the meeting, where he would learn why such a drastic change had been taken ahold on the Black Sun and why exactly, was Ronin and his crew now members of the Black Sun. Lifting the fighter off the durasteel floor and exiting the planet's atmosphere, Canderous hit hyperspace and was gone once again.

[Ghaunadaur]

OOC: It has been more than three days and I just want to get this over with; I've got better things to do.

 

IC: Veldri walked around the pile of rocks and spied the macabre corpse of the walluga sprawled haphazardly across the ground. Its mouth was open and blood was spurting out every time the creature took a ragged breath. Its eyes were glazing over from want Veldri could see through the sand that was stuck to the matted fur around its face. The Walluga was slowly dieing.

 

Veldri looked around, trying to find the best place to put a single shot in and end this. The creature was in even worse shape then it had at first appeared. It was missing a leg, two more were broken, and a large hunk of flesh and organs from its stomach were gone. Already the flies were beginning to circle above its remains.

 

Veldri knelt down next to the walluga because he knew it was too weakened and delirious to even notice him. Then he placed the tip of his A280 against the top of the walluga's head and for a moment it seemed to respond to the cool touch of the metal before Veldri pulled the trigger and released a fatal shot.

 

The walluga had no time to even know it was doomed before it passed from this plane of existence. All that remained was a bloody mess that would be soon covered in sand were the virtual reality to continue once Veldri left.

 

Veldri slowly turned and walked purposefully across the sand as it began to recede into virtual memory banks somewhere else in the ship. He let out a small sigh of impatience and squeezed through the door before it opened all the way.

 

Once he was entirely inside the computer terminal beside Karnage he turned toward the table and threw down his simulated A280 and repacked his real weapons. Then he turned to Karnage and said, ”œIt's been nice working with you, but I have things to do. Maybe we'll meet again someday.”

[Celestial Construction Co]

A comm came in for the Head of Celestial Construction Company. He acknowledged it and began the work. All reference of Krayiss II is purged from all Black Sun Databases, as desired by the head of Black Sun. The old fleet is disbanded and put into retirement around the first moon of the Krayiss system and its crew is sent back to fill stations in the base on Krayiss II. The base would lie in wait for the time when it was needed once again. The location of the base would remain knowledge to only those already there, and the leaders of Black Sun who already knew about it.

 

With his task complete, the head of Celestial returns to his work.

[Silas]

((Posting as my droid here...))

 

The Lucky Me came out of hyperspace above Krayiss II. Its lone occupant, Savior the R5 droid began piloting the ship towards the first moon in the Krayiss system. It appraoched the apparently dead fleet, and used a code provided to him to bring the fleets computers on line. He brought the Lucky Me into the hangar bay of the capital ship, the Crimson Rising. The droid wheeled itself through the deserted halls until it reached the empty bridge.

 

It came to rest in front of the navigation console and began inputting the co-ordinates. A slave rig was set up from the capital ships to the nine smaller warships, and after the rig was complete, the old fleet jumped into hyperspace.

[Celestial Construction Co]

The head of Celestial Construcion Co was watching the market when he noticed that a man by the name of Mortati had bought a majority share in his company, and now apparently owned it. He had heard of Mortati, and he knew that he didn't like the way that he ran his businesses.

 

A signal goes out around the base, alerting everyone inside that in twenty standard minutes the base would self destruct. Greed kicked in. If he couldn't own CelCon, the person who did would have to rebuild the shipyards from the ground up. He gathered his things and climbed aboard his ship and disappeared into hyperspace, a count down timer on his dashboard.

[Mr. Mortati]

The six ships of the Black Sun fleet enter the system shortly after the activation of the self destruct sequence. Knowing that time was of the essence and that there wasn't a lot they could do, they positioned themselves and the ones with the proper weapons opened fire with their ion cannons. Soon all systems, including that of the self destruct sequence would be offline...

[Karnage]

(((simulated Acklay vs Ripper, 3)))

 

Slowly but surely, the sand storm subsided as all the force directing the sand storm had given out. There was a sea of sand that encased almost everything in a blanket of a lighter brown color. In the open, it covered the ground, preventing use of staircases, water fountains, and benches. Statues where up to the waist in very tiny sand particles. In some places, huts had been knocked over from the natural onslaught of the storm. The only three things that had any movement in this wretched place were the humanoid with the sword, the acklay, and the grossly disturbing site of blood and intestinal tract that was purged from the body of this unfortunate acklay by the unforgiving destruction of that sword.

 

The acklay gave out a screech that was different from its other shouts. Before, they had been squawks and growls of instinctive aggression and a primitive form of pride in the beast. Now there was a different story to be told by these screeches. The acklay stood in pain, letting the memory of that moment when Ripper's sword came slicing across the creature's oh so sensitive underbelly replay over and over again only for the acklay to hope and pray that it was a dream. There was no stopping the gears of time as that blade tore opened the body of the acklay to let the internal organs and blood flow like a river.

 

It seemed to the acklay that it was living in the final moments of its fake life. This was its final hour. After deciding between the choices of death in a suicidal manner and the wreaking of unforgettable havoc on Ripper's life, it chose havoc.

 

In what seemed to be centuries to the acklay as it rotated its body, turned out to be several seconds. Muscles strained, bones creaked, and with each step also came more blood as it gushed from split arteries and intestines. Pieces of the previously eaten blaster rifle lay erected from the side of a piece of stomach and intestinal tract that hung from the side of the beast lifelessly.

 

Ripper was now staring face to face with this enraged beast that stood in its own pool of blood and footprints across the stairwell. With a final screech of anger, the acklay set in motion his devious plans for avenging his lost body parts. What was now a gross and disgusting yet accurate imitation of a very bad science fiction movie based off of violence and the severing of body parts, would soon turn into one of the biggest personal bloodbaths that Ripper may ever experience, and the Shi'ido was about to get a front row seat to the awesome karnage.

 

Ripper's sword techniques were undoubtedly devastating, and his tactics had been almost flawless. There was only one thing that the shi'ido overlooked and probably could not have adjusted to fix this problem. Swords can only defend a limited amount of space, and in Ripper's case the sword happened to be pointing straight out to prevent a frontal assault. The acklay at least possessed enough intelligence in its peanut sized brain to know that the solution resided in going around such a problem rather than straight on.

 

About two seconds into the future, the beast revved up his engines in a manner of speaking as he stomped his feet around at an insanely fast pace. Then, the creature charged up and over the stair well to meet the gain in height with a leap into the air that would probably be his last. A last and final screech was made as the acklay came down with a thud on Ripper who was probably starring in unbelief at the creature. As the acklay came down onto this predator with a large amount of force, the beast had maneuvered his body in such a way that the part that connected with Ripper was the large man sized gash in the acklay's side. In fact, there was more of a sploosh or dulled gushing sound rather than a thud. For as of now, the entirety of Ripper's upper body was encased inside the open wound of the acklay that the man had inflicted on the acklay with the sword.

 

Fortunately for the acklay, he probably would not have to worry about being chopped up anytime soon by that sword again because of how tight Ripper was sealed inside the beast's wound. Now that the gaping wound was plugged up using Ripper, the acklay stood there calmly and prepared to die in peace from blood loss. The acklay tried to continue standing, but the added weight of Ripper combined with the slippery texture of the ground caused the creature to fall down and land with a thud that left a large indentation in the sand. The acklay groaned and looked to his side and stared at the blood covered body of Ripper, or at least what could be seen of the man, his twitching legs and his hand that grasped the sword. The scene had now turned into a vulgar one.

 

In fact, vulgar could not in any way match the scenario. Blood covered an area around the acklay with a radius of 5 meters. Pieces of organs and tissue littered the ground like pieces of torn paper. Almost no sand could be seen because of the amount of blood and organ tissue that covered the ground. The only sand visible were the particles that clung to Ripper's boots and formed a grimy sticky substance when the blood and tissue combined with the sand. With a final groan, the beast starred directly ahead of himself into a wall and vomited from the incredible strain now put on the failing internal part of his body. After that, the acklay collapsed into an unconscious state and his head hit the wall with a bang and was followed by a thud as the head hit the ground and did not move much afterwards. The pathetic simulated life of this acklay had been a bloody one, and one that should not be remembered especially by Ripper. His only real problem is whether he can pull himself out of the body in time so that he can feel what it is like to breathe oxygen once again.

[Black Sun Operative[s]]

As the shipyards began the arduous process of being repaired from the damage of the Ion Bombardment, the Black Sun fleet scattered, Leaving the Tempest, the Crash n' Burn, and the Booster Blue to guard the facility.

[Ripper]

Ripper was taken into a living hell, one of which his was being consumed. He was not granted the pleasure of dying, instead he was compacted within a huge animal, unable to even shift his weight. The innards of the beast, drenched in blood, with a gut wrenching smell, dripped over his face. No matter how tightly he sealed his mouth the oozing slime would work its way into his eyes, and mouth. Only his suit protected him from being crushed by the enormous pressure created by the beast's body. He took a breath, in which the little air in this cavity was used, and in addition he swallowed a good bit of blood and guts. He knew his time was running short, as the pressure in his lungs became greater and greater.

 

He knew he had to finish the beast off and escape now. With one hand he un-grasped the sword and pulled the thermal detonator off of his waist. In the body of the acklay, the blood, and ooze caused the switch on the thermal detonator to be slippery and elusive. The detonator evaded activation, falling from his hand, into what seemed to be an endless vat of organs and tissues. He tucked, and dug, feeling the acklay wretch in pain as he pulled the rest of his sword and legs into it's body with him. Upon feeling the very forward upper part of the animal's back, just behind his neck, he found the detonator, covered in slime.

 

He fumbled around hastily with the thermal detonator, the pain in his chest steadily, and rapidly increasing. Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump, he heard his heart beat faster and faster as he began to run out of oxygen. Finally he triggered the sequence, shoving it up the neck towards the head of the acklay, ensuring its complete and utter destruction. After releasing it, he realized there was scarce enough time for him to escape the explosion. He whipped around his sword lifting it into the back of the beast slashing through the backbone of the beast, creating just enough room to squeeze out of the animal. As he lunged off the hard back of the beast, he managed to get about two or three meters away before the device exploded, sending him flying into what remained of the wall of the temple.

 

He screamed as the intense heat scorched his leg, though his armor managed to keep him from being fried altogether. As he slammed into the wall, he glanced over towards the creature to see the result of the explosion: a headless body of a sliced-and-diced six legged beast. He saw that the head and part of the upper body of the beast had been vaporized, leaving a bloody stump, laying on the ground, helpless and limp.

 

Ripper began to prop himself up, looking towards the karnage he had just brought upon his opponent. He looked down at the animal, and without even the slightest amount of pity for the animal, took his sword and hacked off the heavily armored portion of the front of the acklay's leg, that formed the point of the deadly appendage. He looked at the armored plating of the animal's limb, deciding to keep it as a trophy of his first kill. He turned his attention to his leg, which actually appeared to be fine, other than the burn marks it left on his armor. Kind of a good effect though, he figured, Gives it character. He turned away from the bloody mess, regretting that he would have to clean himself up quite a bit.

 

The sand began to blow again, but this time, it was clear it was no sandstorm. He looked around and saw that the body of the acklay had fallen apart and disintegrated, and the buildings around him were doing the same. Sand around him seemed to begin to disappear, and the blood covering him dematerialized also. The endless desert was soon a small, barren, metal room, and he noticed the shard of the acklay's armor he had cut off, had degenerated into dust, and blown off into nothingness. Damn it. That was my trophy piece. He was relieved anyways, but made his way out the door, and back up the stairs towards Kanage. Before he reached his comrade, he passed the table with all weapons on it. Turning toward it, he was happy to grip his rifle and grenades again, along with the rest of his weapons. After he strapped them all to his armor, and continued towards Karnage once again.

 

After looking into the panels displaying the other simulation room, he remarked to his partner, ”œAppears as if our counterpart has abandoned us. He lost his chance then.”

[Karnage]

Karnage watched Ripper as he had marched his way up. There was a hint of satisfaction that churned itself inside the smile of Karnage. Obviously, this was not visible because of the opaqueness of the reflecting lens on the helmet of the togruta's armor. Nevertheless, Karnage greeted Ripper with a heartily delivered slap on the back that seemed to rattle the shi' ido's posture a bit. The greeting was followed with a ”œjolly good”

[Ripper]

Unfortunately, Ripper did not feel any remorse when he said to his partner. ”œHmm. That's not necessarily a bad thing. From the beginning it had not felt as if Veldri was part of the team.”

[Terra]

Terra's ship the Slade came out of hyperspace over the planet Krayiss II, As Terra switched the power from the hyperspace engines to the sublight ones she wondered what she was doing here.

 

I have come to join the Black Sun... Hopefully this business would be better than the Tenloss Criminal Syndicate.

 

Terra Opened a COMM to the Planet----

 

”œThis is Terra here, and I was wondering where I could land and train to become Black Sun?”

[The Black Sun Armada]

Agents began to evacuate the base, sending transport ships into hyperspace to undisclosed locations. But business still had to go on, and a recruiter greeted Terra.

 

"Please land at pad 32."

 

The recruiter, a Blood Carver, walked to the landing pad with a group of agents, and waited.

[Terra]

Terra jerked awake from her peaceful sleep to the sound of the com.

Wiping bleary eyes, she opened the channel.

 

"Please land at pad 32."

 

Terra yawned brushing her hair from her eyes. She then entered in the coordinates to the landing pad into her navicomputer and set the Slade on autopilot towards the pad.

 

”œHere goes nothing.”

[The Black Sun Armada]

It was rare that the Black Sun employed anything but humanoids and droids. But the Blood Carver before her was a notable exception. He was tall, with inverted knees. His face was beak like, made up of twin flaps of tatooed skin that covered his mouth. The Blood Carver had many dangerous looking claws on his long fingers. Despite this dangerous appearance, he gave the air of a bored bureaucrat.

 

"Name, species, age, and skills. Also, I have to ask, why do you want to be in the Black Sun?"

 

He seemed to find this an especially silly question, but he followed orders. Meanwhile, the base continued to evacuate, almost completing its effort. All records were copied, and then destroyed. All unnecessary equipment was stripped.

[Terra]

Terra looked at the Blood Carver as he asked, "Name, species, age, and skills. Also, I have to ask, why do you want to be in the Black Sun?"

 

I haven't ever liked Blood Carvers.

 

Terra smiled at the agent then answered, ”œMy name is Terra and I am an Echani.

 

I believe myself to be a skilled hunter as well as hand to hand fighter. I have been trained in Echani self defense.

 

The reason I would want to join Black Sun, well, lets just say I want to get away from the Tenloss Criminal Syndicate. I do hope that this satisfies your questions, Blood Carver.'

[Mr. Mortati]

Mr. Mortati looked out into space as his agents kept a close eye on the other sect of Black Sun as they began packing up. He had bought the Shipyards a while back and planned to keep his operations here, rather then leave with the other group so he wanted to keep an eye on them and make sure they didn't delete anything vital.

 

Everything went smoothly as he sipped wine from a crystal glass.

[The Black Sun Armada]

The Blood Carver's eyebrows rose as Terra spoke the name of the Tenloss Syndicate. It seemed she was more experienced then he had anticipated. No doubt the Black Sun leaders would want to see her personally. The creature handed her a datapad.

 

"Proceed to this coordinates in Space. You will be met there."

 

The coordinates were different then where the other ships were being sent.

 

OOC: Head to the Space thread.

[Terra]

Terra smiled and accepted the datapad from the Blood Carver.

 

”œI shall go there at once,”

[Ronin Wartide]

The Entirety of the Black Sun fleet assembled at the planet station, acting on the order of Ronin Wartide--Fleet commander. Apparently there was something really important that Ronin needed the entire fleet to not be at.

[Nephilim]

Cold eyes watched from behind a veil of shadows as Black Sun personnel walked before him. He had always been a master of the shadows, and even now amongst technology that he could never have conceived of, he remained undetected. But he decided this place not for him. With the passing of a Black Sun soldier, the eyes disappeared and the man known as Nephilim was gone.

Edited August 30, 2007 by Guest