Space E-war

[dinoman666]

The fleet scattered, then regrouped into medium-sized clusters on every side of O-RLY. They all fired on the persistent beast, annoyed that it refused to back down. The Sentinel formations scattered, then reformed once more, firing with their powerful rays of energy.

[TyrannoTitan]

The beast roared in agony, shaking its head, finally moving off away from the fleet. Despite its hunger for the planet, it was too much work to fight off these pests...The creature moved away with a loud moan, its massive body seeming to swim through the emptiness of space...

[Anaclagon]

"My Lord.." The group of cloaked figures bowed at the sight of Revan who appeared in the large main view screen back in the Imperial Palace in Courscant.

"Are you aware of what's happened?" Revan asked..seeing the cloaked figures who have been awaiting the little meeting.

"Yes my Lord..defenses is up and running and war production is proceeding ahead of schedule, new and more powerful ships are coming. The more combat data recieved, the easier this gets" One of the cloaked members replied.

"Good..as for the..security concerns, It shall be dealt with. In the mean time..I have to figure out what to do with Grevious and the colonies beyond the outerim" Revan replied.

The cloaked figures nodded as the two began to discuss what has been going on lately..just killing time..

[The Kingpin]

Serephir smiled at Thara, saying "Now. let's get back to the Endeavour so we can all relax for once". He looked at one of the Spec Ops Soldiers in the hanger and said "Is the ship ready to return us to the surface?"

[dinoman666]

The Spec Ops soldier turned to Serephir. "Yes, General. However, we must leave you behind son. You must deal with any clean-up yourself." He climbed into the compartment and motioned the rest inside.

[The Kingpin]

"That shouldn't be too much of a problem" said Serephir as he joined the soldier, the crew filing in after him...

[dinoman666]

The Phantom took off, soaring out of the hangar of the Shadow of Intent and towards the planet. The Spec Ops soldiers crouched in the compartment, helmets off and giving the crew curious stares, as if they hadn't seen them ever before.

[TyrannoTitan]

The creature had since moved away from the planet, moaning in anger and in pain, not seriously injured, but the attack was enough to deter it from assaulting the planet. For now, it searched for a new target...

Mal'Ganis flipped a switch, the ship adjusting itself as it headed toward its target. His ship was small, only able to allow him to have a place to sleep, with only one sleeping bunk. It was large enough to fit a group of people however, but was still small. Sighing, Mal'Ganis watched the space in front of him, not really sure where he was going, just had a feeling to go this way....

[Anaclagon]

"We'll strike Grevious..eventually but of course, there new allies are powerful combatents but it seems they cant risk attacking us. Their ships are very important..I cant as the lives of my own are easily replaced..perhaps they are but I still dislike the fact many Imperials must die" Revan simply stated.
"You already told us what you would do with the..specials but you may have to use them at some point" One of the cloaked figures replied.
"Perhaps but I do not want to rely on them..the fleet will remained stationed until further notice. Something will be done soon.." Revan responded.
"Very good my Lord.." The three replied as the long range transmission ended.

Revan looked around in the dark room as he stood in a circular platform. Revan was aware that long range communications remained active along with the their ship detecting capabiltites. They werent going to risked getting ambushed. Comscan was also activated..ready to pick up enemy transmissions..

[Buwx]

Location: Rapid Conversion, Deep Space

The boarding craft had been latching unto the Rapid Conversion, there were specialized teams of Jackal Rangers, who would begin exterminating, and collecting flood samples. There were over a dozen teams, each fully prepared for the 'crew' of the infested ship.

The first boarding craft had now been fully attatched to the battlecruiser, and it's cargo hatch broke free, allowing enterence into the dreaded hive. The team of five Rangers, quickly leaped out, and began exploration, the many buzzs of gravity-packs humming and echoing throughout the corridors. It was apparent that they had entered a vacent area, untouched by the flood, this was good in the sense that they had time to prepare for their plan of action.

The second team soon entered the ship, only on the opposite side. Unlike the first team, they had boarded a flood-inhabited area, the walls covered in Flood Growth Pods. "This is Ranger-Team 002, we have boarded the ship," began who seemed like the squad leader, "The flood has reached coordinated stage."

Zahr'kagar smirked as he heard these words, laughing uncontrollably within, "Very good, now begin full exploration! Kill anything that is not an Infection Form!"
"Yes commander."

[The Kingpin]

Serephir waited patiently for the craft to get them planetside, some of the crew being discomforted by the stares...

[dinoman666]

"Don't worry," said the black-armored Spec Ops Officer. "It's been awhile since we fought alongside humans." The Phantom hovered close to the ground, and a hatch opened in the bottom of the craft. A blueish Grav Lift activated, that would allow them to exit the ship.

Arqueek sat against the wall of the Phantom, utterly exhausted. He had constantly produced the Musk of Fear (the term given to it by Skaven) during that battle, and he silently thanked the Horned Rat no one had caught a whiff of the acrid smell. At the same time, however, he felt slightly giddy, and constantly fidgeted with the Jackal Point Defense Gauntlet strapped to his arm.

[Doc 42]

Thara impaitently tapped his foot off the ground, slightly amused by the awkward silence. He was well used to it in his line of duty. He took great joy in staring each of the aliens in the eyes in turn, blinking innocently untill they looked away, un-nerved by his stare.

[dinoman666]

The Spec Ops Officer waved the group forward, towards the Grav Lift. Arqueek stepped into the hole, and floated gently downward, right on the landing strip where the Endeavour was.

[The Kingpin]

as Serephir entered the Grav-Lift and was beamed down, he looked around, eying the Endeavour. his next objective was to contact Vardian High Command for information on Vardia's current condition, so that he could make the decision of whether or not he should put an end to his explorative mission...

[dinoman666]

"Just what do you plan-think to do about the man-things, oh bold Nightlord?" chittered Gnawdwell, with a slight sarcastic tone. The 11 greatest Clans, as well as the Seerlord, leader of the Skaven's religious body, the Grey Seers, were making their monthly meeting of the Council of Thirteen (the thirteenth seat was taken by, symbolically, the Horned Rat). The tower where they met was in the very center of Skavenblight, Skav's capital, and the room they were in was very extravagant, at least for something of the Skaven's making. Iridescent green lamps hung on the walls, and the long table where the Skaven Warlords sat was richly adorned with Warpstone and other minerals. The Nightlord, Warlord of Clan Eshin, sat near the end of the table, closer to the Horned Rat's chair than Gnawdwell, though the Seerlord, Thanqoul, was the closest. The black furred Nightlord, enveloped in black robes, had red, coal-like eyes burning as if from within. He replied in a flat, gravelly tone, "I will personally show the foolish Maricans just who they are dealing with." A large, bloated, three-armed Skaven, one eye replaced with a chunk of glowing green Warpstone, sat next to the Nightlord, farther away from the Horned Rat. This was Throt the Unclean, Warlord of the Greater Clan known as Clan Moulder. He piped up in a growling voice, "I will assist the great-mighty Nightlord. Clan Moulder as many-dozens of new creations to unleash upon the hated-despised man-things." Gnawdwell looked unconvinced, but responded, "Yes-yes, Throt, this will be most interesting-entertaining. But what of getting there? The man-things will not just let us waltz-scurry in without a fight." The Nightlord answered instead of Throt. "Oh, we have our ways..." Gnawdwell narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Thanqoul nodded and said, "This meeting is over-finished. Nightlord, Throt, go and show the man-things how fearsome the Skaven are!"

[Tediz]

Name: He goes by "Hish"
Gender: Male
Species:Yautja (The Predator)
Tech:Across his back, Spear - Basic
Right arm, Wrist - Blades
Two SmartDiscs
Single Dagger
Standard Hunter Camo System
Homeworld: Unknown
Bio: In this Era of Space and Time, the Yautja race knew that they cannot survive on there own. They construced a new Mercenary type Agency, allowing teams of three personal Agents hired for whatever it is they need. From Assasinations to simple warfare. Hish was one of these... Until his Squad, to put it basically, ****** up... Badly. He doesn't talk about it. They were banished from there clan. To survive and only to survive, him and his two Clan brothers continued there own private Mercenary business. It was simple enough at first.... Get a Contract, kill a Target, retreat back into there little ship and survive off of whatever they can afford. That is...... Until they got good. Really good... They started taking on harder Missions, bigger Threats, More cash. However, in some mismatched place of a hope of Redemption, nearly every cent they make goes back to there Homeworld. Hish is at heart a Yautja. To an extent, he has somewhat of a Moral code. His Allegiance lies with the Highest Bidder, but he usually stays loyal to those who have already hired him. Him and his two Clan Brothers now stay in there Rag-Tag ship... They are hired from some of the strongest and most influential Military's in the Galaxy.... But they keep nothing for themselves. They live for two things. Redemption.......... And the thrill of the hunt.
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Hish looked at the Hologram in front of him, looking at the picture of the Target. A Sangheili Ship Master ... Rtas 'Vadum. Those Jiralhanae were rather rude, smelled funny, and in general a Military Race called 'The Covenant' seemed a little silly to him. But, they payed, same as everyone else. He wasn't so sure about this next target though. Said he was a major leader of a dying race... He disliked that. Not a dying Military, a dying race. Didn't go well with him... But ah well, what's the worry? It's not like he was killing them all or something.

Switching it off, he turned around, wheeling down his small, three roomed ship. There was the Cockpit, the 'bathroom' and the Sleeping Quarters. This was the largest and most used room in the ship. Everything from eating to relaying missions was done here. On one wall all there Equipment hung nicely . Walking down the one hallway in the ship, he ran his hands on the black and red walls, steam coming out at certain times at certain points. It was an old ship, but he loved it.

Approaching the Cockpit one of his brothers, there unofficial official pilot, turned and threw his head up at him. "Bout' time Hish.... You slept half the damn voyage. Wheres Vak?" Hish shrugged at this. Vak wasn't in the Sleeping Quarters. He assumed he was up here.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh....... Ya know... Theres nothing like a good ****..." Behind them Vak stumbled in, putting both hands on the walls of the entrance door, giving what passed as a grin on a Yautja to them. Both Hick and the Pilot shook there heads. The Pilot chuckled, and Hish flipped Vak an Alien Insult with two fingers. "So... This person. He looks.... Important. Do you think this one might be hard?"

Hish shrugged again. "No... It'll be hard getting on the ship. There an advanced race. They won't be able to trace the ship, but once we're on there scanners will be able to tell them that somethings amiss."

The pilot - Kan - raised a claw up. "There they are. I'm turning on camouflage... I'm going to try to fly us in when there Hangar opens. See those smaller ships? There escorts but they have to go in periodically to refuel... I'm going to go in with them"

Hish looked at him strangely. "How do you know that? And how do you know which ship he's on?"
"... Because Hish. The Contractors told us what his personal ship looks like. And all ships need to refuel.... Idiot"
"Oh.... Well... Of course. Vak, bring our stuff up front... How long will this take Kan?"
"Not sure. Like you said, there advanced... Could take a good while for there ships to refuel. Suit up though, because I'm taking the first chance I get"

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Sometime later, when the Mercs were good and ready, a standing Hish and Vak were thrown back as they heard Kan yell "There!" and the felt the ship swoop down, grabbing onto whatever they could in the ship, steam blasted in there face. The three brothers looked closely out the cockpit, observing the purple and silver colored ships. There own ship made a great sudden turn, flying in an awkward motion. Kan did that sometimes. They followed the Escorts as close as they could until they finally got into the Hangar. Landing the ship inside, the three activated there own Camo and ran out, hiding the ship in an unused corner and looking around.

"Hish... It... "
"I know Vak... I know.... Let's go."

The place reminded the three of there own place. It was dark colored, yet brightly lit. If the purple were red and orange, put together with the black walls, it would have been Erie to them. Hish looked around at the working Aliens. There camo was not perfect, and he was smart enough to know a good ship when he saw it. They needed to do this fast... Above there heads, scanners were probably already telling the Sangheili that something Non - Allied was aboard the ship.

O.O.C.( Feel free to go on from that with you're Sangheili characters if you'd like.... Oh and if you don't tell me not to, then Im gonna be killing NPC's aboard the ship lol )

[Doc 42]

Joey's massive Invader tripod rambled through the streets unhindered.... He had retracted his weapons, but was still wary. He was on his way to link up with one of his comrades, communications having broken down tempoairly, so he didnt know who it was going to be...

[dinoman666]

The scanners in the roof of the hangar easily potted the three camouflaged Yautja, their Camo giving off enough heat to alert the scanners' thermal sensors, and send a warning to the bridge...

Rtas examined the beeping, flashing holo-panel in front of him. Intruders... No matter. They seemed around the same size as Jiralhanae, most likely Stalkers. The only question was how they got aboard so easily. No Jiralhanae ship he knew of had such advanced stealth technology. Maybe they were testing something. Nevertheless, Rtas immediately sent out a message. "All troops, be warned, there are three Brute-sized targets on the ship. They have a form of Active Camouflage, and should be regarded as hostile until further notice. Special Operations teams, form up into squads and use heat goggles to find the intruders. Kill them if necessary, though capture would be useful." With that, he clicked off the ship's COM.

The Phantom on Trandosha took off, leaving the rest of them to deal with other issues while they headed back to the Shadow of Intent.

[Tediz]

O.O.C.( Thanks for fixing my posts like that.... Seems a bit like common sense in retro-spec to me... Lol )
The Hunters had translation devices, and they immediately saw there mistake. The Jiralhanae didn't warn them to try and take him on the ground if they could, didn't tell that there ships were very advanced... So they didn't think of it. Looking at each other, Vak opened a Com between the three. They went off into three different directions.

"*Sssssssssss....*"
"Vak, you've got static in you're Com"
"Oh.... Sorry Vak. Here... *Click*"

Hish sighed and slammed himself into a wall as an Sangheili carrying a Large box nearly walked into him. "Both of you shut up... They know we're here. Kan. Were will he be?"

"Bridge. A fleet this small they have to be pretty busy to stay alive."

"Allright." Hish turned off his Com temporarily and growled his traditional Yautja growl as another Sangheili walked too near him" The Elite heard him and turned quickly, immediately drawing some sort of weapon off it's hip. Hish backed up behind some Fuel crates, and the thing seemed to instinctively follow him. Hish could tell this thing was not stupid. It could see through his cheap Camo. All to soon, it raised the weapon and pointed it at Hish.

Hish threw his arm to the side, two blades shooting out. He charged the Alien, slashing at the armor around throat. With one hand it grabbed it's throat, with the other it smacked Hish across the face with it's gun. Hish - suprised at the creatures strength - flew to the floor. The Sangheili let go of it's throat, a mere scratch apparent in it's plating. Hish was underestimating these things repeatedly. The thing roared, other Sangheili turning in the direction. Hish got up, turned around and jumped up onto a railing on the ceiling. He pulled himself up and then took off, throwing any Sangheili in his way down to the floor below. Hish was smart enough not to shoot anything in the Hangar full of Fuel, and apparently so were the Sangheili. They were not shooting at him but they were gradually seeing through his Camo and starting to yell at each other, pointing and running.

"Hish! An alarm just went off. What are you doing?!"
"Kan what did those stupid smelly Contractors tell you? They said they were a dying Millitary! These creatures are nearly as strong as us, have eyes as good as us, and there weapons look State - Of - The -Art!"
"... They said it would be easy. I guess they lied. They know we're here Hish..."
Vak came on, gunshots being heard in the background "Do ya' think so Kan? These things are shooting at me! Shooting! There ships are strong enough that they don't even have to worry about plasma burns! This is not a three man assignment..."
On the other side of his Com, Hish heard Kan roar a ferocious Roar. "Kan. What's going on?"
"Hish we need to hurry up and kill this thing. I've mapped the ship. I'm sending it to you're Gauntlet. It's.... Here. We need to.... Hold on *Slash* ... Be glad that was you're arm... We need to get there. Now"
"Vak. Kan. Don't kill them. Just run... Get in there and get out. They didn't pay us enough for this."

Hish turned his Com off and had a quick look at his Gauntlet. He snuck into a hallway and took off, fullspeed. He rounded corners, shoved Aliens, attempted to bust his way through everything. He climbed walls, jumped canisters, ran and back - tracked through many rooms. The three of them met up on a Lift. A lift to the bridge. This was a no ******** time. The three Warriors stood at the ready, There blades and disks pulled out, there legs standing in a pose ready to pounce. If they were right, this Lift would take them right into the middle of the Bridge. Rtas' should be there