by The Kingpin » Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:24 am
Serephir smiled. "I somehow have a feeling there may not be much left by the time the defense force arrives" he said, crossing his arms...
Meanwhile, back on Vardia, troops were marching back and forth as several Carrier Ships moved various large weapons to the ship, entering the gargantuan cargo bay of the Executioner and the Transport Cruiser, placing the weapons in their designated places before leaving as large numbers of troops marched into one of the two Crafts' many boarding entrances. numerous fueling and ammunition supply vehicles went back and forth from bases all over the planet, moving at near-hyperspace speed to get everything in place in time. it wasn't long before the entire force was ready, several Galactic Destroyers activating their engines and preparing for lift off...
"Men, you are about to embark on your first off planet mission. Your goal is to defend our ally's planets and forces. Each and every one of you has been trained in off planet combat, and the appearances of our allies have been shown to you through information supplied by General Serephir. i'm sure the majority of you have heard of the Galactic Empire by now, as well as the numerous forces they employ in combat. your help MAY or may NOT be required, depending on how far they manage to get in the TGDA's defenses. but one thing is for certain. you are to be prepared for action at a moment's notice. you will arrive there in exactly two horus and 30 minutes. Make Vardia proud, men. you are our representatives as a fighting faction in the Galaxy. I'm sure all of you realise the gravity of the situation. and i am sure that i can count on you not to let me, General Serephir or his majesty King Aleron, down. Good luck, men. We'll be waiting on the outcome of the conflict. Dismissed!" called General Railby through the speakers of the craft carrying the numerous ships. the soldiers, all clad in silver coloured, heavily armoured uniforms, were standing in formation, weapons at their sides, the numerous advanced plasma-laser projectile machineguns being among the best in the Vardian forces. among them, a small platoon of 1000 VAMCEB soldiers stood, each carrying their weapons, wearing their black uniforms, the VAMCEB symbol on their shoulders, each of them carrying a custom, personalised weapon as well as the regular machineguns. some carried swords, while others carried different kinds of guns, some wielding large, rocket launcher-like weapons while others carried small firearms with specialised enhancements to play to their individual strengths. among the soldiers, some were talking excitedly of the events, their visors open, the opening resembling those of ancient Spartan helmets, a nose guard down between the upside down L shaped openings where the visor would usually cover them. the crafts then took off, engines roaring to life as the bright blue glows of the wide exhausts of the crafts let off blinding light, the Executioner taking off first, followed by the rest of the small fleet...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG