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| Traceuratops | Jan 16 2017, 08:58 PM Post #1 | |||
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The Blazing Warlord "Twenty five hours ago we detected unidentified aircraft headed toward Charlagne." East addressed the war table of the Fleet Quarter. The Federation accents being spoken in the room would be grinding to Imperial ears. Flat vowels and inelegant consonants made for what an Imp would call an unrefined, simplified version of the language. But to Federals it was powerful and heroic. Not like the wimpy, girly accent of the Imps. East continued. "We tracked their movement as best we could, but they're using stealth tactics to evade our radars. We believe they are trying to circle around Charlagne to head directly into Dawnhaven." The words echoed in Kael's mind as his gondola flew from the last frigate he was briefly inspecting. The tiny, single pilot aircraft headed toward The Infinite Justice, his fleet's flagship. HIS Battlecruiser. Followed by two Battleships, the Blazing Ray and the Hemorrhage, two cruisers, four destroyers and five frigates, the Tharash fleet was not the bulkiest fleet in the Federation, but it was the most aggressive. Designed and placed in formation for hyper aggression by Kael himself, every ship was armed to annihilate. When the Tharash fleet was deployed, it was scorched earth. No enemy ship would be salvageable. He was infamous to the Empire for this, and his visage struck fear in the hearts of enemy commanders. To see him was to prepare for a hard, fast annihilation. He looked over his fleet with a proud and at the same time sadistic smile. How he delighted in breaching cracks with smaller ships before sailing in with the larger ship and ripping apart enemy fleet formations. The Empire did so love their defensive setups. So quaint. So proper. So elegant. He loved to violate and destroy them with his berserker tactics. And he loved to board enemy ships and burn them to the ground himself. It was no wonder the Empire knew him as a scourge. A blazing marauder. A sigh passed his lips as he resigned to more serious thinking He continued to replay his briefing in his head. "The Tharash fleet is our most well equipped for interception and annihilation. When can you be ready to deploy, Tharash?" Kael stood at attention and nodded. "In a day, sir." East nodded with approval. "You will sail to the Charlagne border as soon as possible. This is a search and destroy mission." Kael saluted. "Understood, sir." The gondola docked on the deck on the Infinite Justice as he requested where the bulk of his crew was waiting to shove off. The heavily armed crew of thousands looked upon him, his iconic bright red bangs and ponytail making him unmistakable even at a distance. They looked upon him as a hero. A fighter for freedom, justice, and the Federation way. ISAF knew him as such. His deeds which were viewed in the eyes of the Empire as savage and evil were, in the eyes of ISAF, the deeds of a true hero. He raised his magitech gauntlet in a fist, the gauntlet from which scorching death emitted, and shouted for all to hear: "Give me liberty!" The crew raised their fists in kind and replied with great inspiration "Or give me death!" With that, he turned toward the helm and swept two fingers toward the horizon, signaling the fleet to depart. The colossal engines of the ships flared and slowly they began to accelerate away from Dawnhaven. Kael turned and grinned heroically at his enforcer, standing slightly off to the side on the deck. Kael stepped off his gondola toward the human-dark tower. "The men seem to be in good spirits, despite your presence, Crixus." Edited by Traceuratops, Jan 18 2017, 01:58 AM.
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| Some Guy | Jan 17 2017, 01:13 AM Post #2 | |||
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| Ariel | Jan 17 2017, 03:48 AM Post #3 | |||
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The Watchful Eye Carnelia Bloodlily stood near the front of the command bridge bedecked in her formal wargear, a metal marvel covered in gleaming black enamel that reflected the unwavering glow of the map terminal's hologram within her silhouette. With her red-feather plumed helmet tucked under one arm, the other gauntlet rested along the back of one of the chairs in which her finest officers sat monitoring fleet command communications. Each had been hand-selected for their ability and their loyalty, hers a difficult vetting process to survive, and she had every confidence in their competence. It was still habit to oversee their operations periodically, her tilted crimson eyes scanning across the illuminated screens to skim the contents being reported live. "No contact from Charlagne yet, ma'am," said the young man over whose chair she leaned. "Last dispatch received just under twenty four hours ago following radar detection. All official channels have gone silent." Carnelia afforded a sigh, her expression unaffected and stony neutral despite the ominous news. "And the field agent?" When the officer shook his head, she gave him new orders without dropping a beat. "See if you find his communicator in the logs, I want to know his last location before signal drop." He inclined his head in confirmation and turned his attention to the task, fingers flying across the keys. Satisfied for now that the loose end was being traced, the Red Templar wasted no time with concern for the allied city. Their fate would cause her to lose no sleep at night regardless of the outcome, but the radio silence was an unanswered question in her mind that raised many others. She was not fond of walking into situations in which she did not hold all the cards, but patience was a virtue to which she subscribed. Due diligence would be followed, for she was nothing if not fastidious, but it was the prospect of a proper engagement that truly inspired something akin to butterflies in her stomach. The sensation was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, a rush of adrenaline before the battle, the anticipation in the calm before the storm. She straightened and turned as the Captain came on deck, offering a swift salute in the same moment. With one last glance toward the data consoles, Carnelia pushed the matter of the missing operative to a corner in her mind, compartmentalizing for later assessment before she took off toward the command platform and left nothing but the click of her armored boots on the polished floor in her wake. The rumbling purr of the Infinite Justice's mighty engines beneath her feet was no cause to break her stride, the woman's balance unfaltering as though all-too accustomed to the subtle shifts of airtravel. As she approached, she caught the tail end of the exchange between Redblade and Tharash over the quiet ambiance of the bridge and let only the tiniest hints of amusement break the bored facade she wore. Her piercing eyes pinned Crixus with a strange, unreadable intensity only momentarily before Carnelia came to a halt just outside of arm's reach. Relegating her helmet to one hand, the other rose to lay cold, metal fingers in an almost protective manner against the side of her neck before speaking. "It is both; your crew are eager to prove themselves. A racehorse will get antsy under the reins if left in the stall too long, but they are ready for the hunt." She greeted Kael's entrance personally now that she was near, affording him a respectful bow of her head in deference. "Welcome aboard, sir." Edited by Ariel, Jan 17 2017, 07:48 PM.
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| Spark | Jan 17 2017, 06:25 AM Post #4 | |||
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The Thunderbird Ah, to take to the skies again! What a wonderful thing, to fly. Andalia Nightheart stood with her hands folded behind her back, rocking back and forth on her toes and practically beaming with excitement. Her grey, stormy eyes were fixed upon the horizon, looking ahead to the travel, and to the coming battle. She could almost feel the tingle of electricity on her fingers at the thought of it. Oh how she lived for this! The Blazing Ray was abuzz with activity in light of the departure. Preparations were made, and various calls of "Checked out" and "Running smoothly" came from the crew, and this was pleasing. By what Andalia heard, everything was prepped and ready, and they simply needed to wait on Kael's signal. With a grin on her lips, the Captain swept herself around to her chair on the raised platform in the back. Her ship was much smaller than the Infinite Justice, only about three-quarters the size, but had much the same structure. To the left and right were starboard and port weapon, barrier, and boarding controls, respectively; at the front was navigation; and directly in front of the raised platform was engineering and power controls. On the platform itself, though, to Andalia's right when she sat in her chair, was the control for the Blazing Ray's pride and joy. The weapon that gave the ship its name. This station controlled the large laser cannon on the belly of the ship, which she could use to set the ground below ablaze at a whim if she wished. But, she did not. She only used the weapon at Kael's command. Her cousin commanded her every move. They grew up as friends, with Andalia the older of the two, but Kael always took the glory in whatever they did together. She'd watched him rise to glory, and she had risen at a slightly slower pace than he. She would never say out loud, would never admit (sometimes not even to herself), but she felt jealousy of her cousin. Jealousy of his fame, of his heroism. But she never made this known. She always supported her cousin, and followed his orders. Andalia sat herself down in her chair, and opened the communication between the Blazing Ray and the Infinite Justice. "Justice, this is Thunderbird reporting in. All systems checked out and ready to depart, over." She sat back in her chair as if she were lounging, an excited grin upon her red lips. She steepled her fingers, and it wasn't long before she saw that Kael's ship was setting off. "Engines at full burn," she commanded her crew. "Let's give the Empire hell." Edited by Spark, Jan 17 2017, 06:27 AM.
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| Traceuratops | Jan 18 2017, 01:45 AM Post #5 | |||
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The Blazing Warlord The fleet pulled away from Dawnhaven, leaving it behind at an increasing pace. Their beloved home city shrank slowly as the ships sailed away at half burn. Members of the crews of the ships watched their beloved city shrink into the distance. But not Kael. Kael looked forward toward the grassy horizon. Hands on his hips and a smile on his lips. He wanted to watch the the land creep below them as they sailed over it. He looked over his shoulder to Crixus as he spoke. “Everything is prepared. From what I gather, the crew appears rather eager for the hunt - though I can't tell if that's true courage or simply the desire to leave dock.” Kael raised an eye brow, still smiling. His faith in his crew was great. They had been through many battles, victorious or not. They never backed down without order. They never gave up on each other or their Admiral. None of the crews in the Tharash fleet did. They stood side by side at all times, fighting to the bitter end. They were famous for their relentlessness. Their berserker-like fearlessness. He partially had Crixus to thank for that. Crixus, being the marine commander, led the combat crew in many battles, boarding enemy ships or landing on enemy ground. When the Tharash marines touched down, they plowed their way through opposition together. And when the battle was lost and the retreat order was given, and it was given extremely rarely, they retreated together, side by side, leaving no brother or sister behind. Kael couldn't help but grin as he thought this, and Carnelia's reply to Crixus at the moment of her arrival made him grin even wider. "It is both; your crew are eager to prove themselves. A racehorse will get antsy under the reins if left in the stall too long, but they are ready for the hunt." She'd then turn to Kael and bow slightly. "Welcome aboard, sir." Kael nodded at her with a "Thanks" and looked back to the horizon. By now the engines of each ship were at full burn. The landscape below them sailed by. Carnelia was right. His crew was tried and tested, but there were always new recruits joining every month, eager to prove themselves to the Blazing Warlord. Eager to become worthy of the deadly Tharash Fleet. “So... what's your master plan, Tharash?” His best friend asked. Kael spun around energetically, that famous flashy smile that Federals adored and Imperials deathly feared beaming at Crixus. "I'm so glad you asked! To the map room!" Without another word or any warning, he began briskly walking to the large door that led to the interior of the bridge. Through the massive bridge room they walked, across the decorative red floor, passing the carefully hired members of the bridge crew, each one a trained strategist and technician. They would pause what they were doing as the Admiral and his party passed by. Up a long staircase, not far from the stairs that led to the command seat, was a large platform occupied by elite navigators of high rank and decoration. In the center of said platform was a holographic map table. Kael brought his party to the table and let them surround it as they pleased. A three-dimensional image of the surrounding landscape covered the table, glowing with an orange hue. The landscape slowly crawled in one direction across the projecting table with the image of the fleet stationary in the center. A larger map was attached to the wall a ways away, displaying a large portion of the continent with landmark and city labels and a red chevron with the fleet's insignia pointing to the fleet's position. It seemed that way-point markers had been set up at points on the map that made a circle around Charlagne. "Ensign, contact all captains for a meeting." The young woman replied with a casual "Yes, sir." Clearly she'd had this job for a while and felt very comfortable even around Kael. Projectors from the cieling began to shoot down orange tinted images of the fleet's captains began to appear around the table. They would all salute to Kael, who would salute back with a smirk. "Status report, ladies and gentlemen. How are the ships and crews fairing after launch?" Edited by Traceuratops, Jan 19 2017, 04:21 AM.
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| Some Guy | Jan 19 2017, 12:48 PM Post #6 | |||
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| Spark | Jan 21 2017, 07:39 AM Post #7 | |||
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The Thunderbird So much for a moment's rest, Andalia thought viciously as she made her way to the map room for this meeting that Kael had called. Her boots struck the smooth floor, and she came into the room with her grey cloak fluttered behind her as the door closed. She stopped at one side of the table, and the orange-tinted images appeared around it, depicting Kael and the other captains. She saluted to Kael's image, along with the others, before folding her hands behind her back once more and rocking back and forth on her heels. "Status report, ladies and gentlemen. How are the ships and crews fairing after launch?" The Warlord's voice came through slightly distorted. "We're all quite excited," she said with a grin. "The crew are all eager for some action. It's long overdue, I think." She bounced on the balls of her feet, that grin still playing on her lips. She placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side. Clearly, the excitement of the launch was causing her to have a bit of trouble sitting still. She and Kael had always had that in common. They both loved the thrill of battle, and delighted in any chance at giving the Imperials hell. She thought for a moment about how she would love when she heard the crash of thunder as her lightning bolts cracked the skies in two... Music, music it was. She could almost hear it now. Could almost feel it running through her veins and tingling on her fingertips, that raw electricity. Raw power. How she couldn't wait to unleash it. |
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| Ariel | Jan 21 2017, 06:38 PM Post #8 | |||
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The Watchful Eye Carnelia was every bit Redblade’s shadow, following him without a word at his gesture down the long hallway to the map room, silent save for the quiet idling whine of her suit’s magitech cores and the taps of her brisk steps. Upon arrival at their destination in pursuit of Kael, she let carmine eyes survey the flickering, orange images of each Captain as it appeared from the individual hologram generators with a gentle crackle the arcane. She knew each by name, could recall the intimate details listed within their dossiers that often included long summaries on their personalities, motivations, and flaws, frequently with enough accuracy to predict behaviors - treasonous or otherwise. The Empire kept itself in place by an unconstitutional, fear-based theocracy; the ISAF preferred far more humane tactics, in their eyes, by utilizing a spy network that kept tabs on every individual flagged for observation regardless of station. Those in positions of power, it was therefore safe to assume, were under deeper scrutiny. As Crixus stalked across the outside edge of the hologram ring, Carnelia seemed content to obey his direction at present, and cautiously circumvented the presenters to take her place at the Red Templar’s side. Her expression gave little hint to her feelings, placid and detached as she seemed, but she appreciated the vantage point this position gave them. From here, as Kael raised his voice to address the Captains of his fleet, Carnelia’s lips thinned into an annoyed line - not as a result of the Admiral’s question, no, but a direct response to the cold, armored fingers she felt snake into the pleated lengths of her platinum hair. Her eyes left the debriefing momentarily to fix Crixus with a piercing look, all the more venomous in appearance with the scarlet shade of her gaze on her deadpan visage. There was a warning in that look, a fleeting flash of anger she smothered as quickly as it arose, that said do not tread on me. She did not appreciate his interference, invested as she was in listening to the Captains speak their statuses. This was her life’s work, and admittedly while she could easily ask one of her officers to repeat the statements should she miss them, the hold Crixus held on her skull was the source of endless frustration. There was a sense of powerlessness she felt whenever he laid hands on her that both frightened and excited her in almost equal measure, but her anger knew no bounds to be made a public spectacle. For the time being, she tolerated his hold on her if for no other reason than the image of solidarity they seemed to display, but the tension in her form was unmistakable at close proximity. She paid no mind to the salivating Ensign, nor truly to the other support staff inside the room with them, returning her attention to the data feeds on display hovering over the map projection at the center. In her peripheral, however, Crixus was always in view in the effort that any predatory motion would be seen before it could be acted upon. It was almost as if she didn’t trust the man in public. As the Thunderbird spoke, she drew Carnelia’s eyes and had her head not been ensnared by the Commander, she would gave given a confirming nod. To Carnelia, Captain Nightheart was practically radiating excitement despite her relatively controlled posture, and it reinforced the reports she had already received about the fleet: the hounds were eager to be unleashed. She was content in this fashion only until she felt the grip on her scalp tighten and send unpleasant tingles down her spine, her head wrenched to one side to expose her vulnerable, wounded neck to the larger predator. A furious hiss escaped through her teeth before she could think better of it, masking the sharp intake of breath that had been her response to unexpected pain. Crixus did so love to provoke her, his merciless grin all she needed to decided that she was obliged to respond. In that moment she hated him, hated him for exploiting her weakness, for playing his games of domination in a space she felt inappropriate, for taking her tolerance for granted. Stone-faced, the present annoyance on her face withdrew into that unfeeling mask she was so fond of, she released her helmet to clatter to the floor at her feet and free both hands for what she planned to do next. Coiling her metal-encased fingers around his larger gauntlet, Carnelia planted her feet and rocked her hips hard against Crixus’s frame to use her lower center of gravity to offset his larger mass, the clash of metal on metal an unmistakable sound likely to draw unwanted attention. Carnelia didn’t care, she was tired of this game. In the same moment, she would twist within her own magitech armor and pull with every ounce of strength she could summon in an instant, to launch him off his feet, over her reinforced spine, and onto the hard deck that awaited him on the other side. Edited by Ariel, Jan 22 2017, 01:06 AM.
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| Some Guy | Jan 25 2017, 02:07 AM Post #9 | |||
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| Traceuratops | Jan 27 2017, 04:05 AM Post #10 | |||
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The Blazing Warlord Kael nodded at Andalia as her report was given. He looked to the captain of the Hemorrhage for his report. "Everything is ship-shape over here, sir. The men are glad you're with us." He looked to Crixus and Carnelia with a pause. "...We're all glad to have the Red Templar at our front as well. There was only some truth to that last statement. While the Blazing Ray was more heavily armed, designed to carry artillery and ammunition, the Hemmorhage had more marine personnel. It was that ship which sailed into the enemy fleet formation and forcibly boarded the enemy ships with its enormous population of soldiers. Alongside the Infinite Justice of course. It was always nice to have Red Templar beside you in battle, even if it was terrifying. Captain Strahd was not lying about that. Of course it was also terrifying to fight beside Kael. These crews were no stranger to fierce combatants. Years of working with Red Templar in their fleet made each captain somewhat accustomed to their presence, though it would never completely be something to get used to. Despite their presence of fear, however, the Red Templar were seen as heroes by the fleet's crews. The fine men and women in black and red. Kael smiled confidently at Strahd and replied to him "Glad to hear it, Captain. We'll quench their thirst for Imperial blood soon enough. Let's go over the course." Kael pointed to the map on the wall, silently instructing all present to turn their attention to it. On cue, the ensign entered a command into the console and a yellow dotted line pitter-pattered up on the map in little beeps. It began at the chevron which marked the fleet's location and made a circle around the image of Charlagne. It rotated in a full circle around the city. "This is a search and destroy mission. Our favorite kind." The faces of each captain lit up at the mention of search and destroy. They had known already at a previous briefing, but just hearing it from Kael seemed to excite them. This was the Tharash Fleet. "We'll be sailing around the perimeter of Charlagne's border, scanning for the enemy fleet which is trying to circle around the city and get directly into Dawnhaven. We're starting out directly east, then turning out 35 degrees Southward in five hours to converge to course, at which point we'll-" CLANG!! Crixus hit the floor hard sending a sound which echoed through the bridge. The crew didn't seem phased save for the map room crew who were very visibly startled. As Crixus stood, Kael gave him and Carnelia a drilling, searing look. The captains around the table, even through hologram, looked upon the two Red Templar with a mix of nervousness and frustration. Anyone who then looked to Kael immediately changed their expression to one of utter knowing fear. The insane, mad glare in Kael's fiery eyes which bore down upon the Templar would make anyone BUT a Red Templar white with fear. Even to Templar themselves it was a fiercely intimidating look that was compounded by his reputation. Kael tolerated their strange way of communicating. He even admired it. But to interrupt his meeting, to interrupt his SPEAKING... no one would dare. "Are you two FINISHED?" The inflection in his famous voice made the stoic captains flinch hard. His look and his tone reminded everyone that NOBODY crossed Kael Tharash. "GOOD!" His expression finally faded to everyone's great relief and he continued on with his briefing. The change in attitude from apocalyptic marauder to brilliant hero was quite profound. He was a man of two faces, each known to their own faction by design. "We'll be traveling at half-burn for the duration of the mission, radar scanning in consecutive sections as we go. Remember that we'll be crossing over mountains, marshes and forests, so expect appropriate wildlife. White Wyverns, Rocs, Stirgeons, you know what else. Yes, we will be sailing over water, so eyes out for Dire Mantas. We don't want to sail head-first into a school. Questions?" After questions and discussions had commenced, Keal dismissed everyone. Each hologram flickered off after a loyal salute to their hero-admiral. Kael made his way over to the ensign to have a quick word with her as everyone was free to go about their own business. Edited by Traceuratops, Jan 27 2017, 04:26 AM.
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