PRT 1.
"Clear the skies..."
Hundreds maybe thousands of nigrescent, gleaming hulls, gathered on the fringes of Ayenee Prime. Ayenee's arrogance had mandated the use of such small forces to negate their prime position in the Elysium Spirals. However, they did not anticipate full confrontation. For them, this was to be a great day one that would outshine all other attempts at peace within the past, or at least make it appear as such. It would renew faith in the idealism of superiority, a belief essential for its success. But even it too held a menacing secret.
For numerous years the media had been advertising the militaries intentions to crush any 'resistant' forces with their 'state of the art technology' given by the Hegemony Corporations as an 'act' of partnership and amity. Flooding communication networks with propaganda proclaiming the Elysium people were the chosen (the superiors) over all other races, children of the ancient arcanes, birthing a new age of deific technology.
Spyra'Arae not a primary planet within the Ayenee Empire but it lay upon the edge of the largest moon, Misu II and contained only various small research facilities. It was, nonetheless, here that the mighty Ngahákzha had chosen to show the undeniable might of their squadrons, a force not even approaching the full size of the great Ayenee Navy. Valuing two things above all else – one being knowledge and the other power. Their desire for information had led to the formation of the 'Zhīzhū network', an viral entity genetically designed, capable of accessing most Empire's internal archives.
Every previous plan extracted from the Federation database on their assault strategies – even before the Ayenian commanders themselves had received the information. This permitted plans for the key battle that would initially take place near Spyra'Arae. It was merely stratagem to split the Svocan-Ayenian forces.
Divide and conquer by the practice of the federations own dishonest aspirations.
"Clear the skies..."
Hundreds maybe thousands of nigrescent, gleaming hulls, gathered on the fringes of Ayenee Prime. Ayenee's arrogance had mandated the use of such small forces to negate their prime position in the Elysium Spirals. However, they did not anticipate full confrontation. For them, this was to be a great day one that would outshine all other attempts at peace within the past, or at least make it appear as such. It would renew faith in the idealism of superiority, a belief essential for its success. But even it too held a menacing secret.
For numerous years the media had been advertising the militaries intentions to crush any 'resistant' forces with their 'state of the art technology' given by the Hegemony Corporations as an 'act' of partnership and amity. Flooding communication networks with propaganda proclaiming the Elysium people were the chosen (the superiors) over all other races, children of the ancient arcanes, birthing a new age of deific technology.
Spyra'Arae not a primary planet within the Ayenee Empire but it lay upon the edge of the largest moon, Misu II and contained only various small research facilities. It was, nonetheless, here that the mighty Ngahákzha had chosen to show the undeniable might of their squadrons, a force not even approaching the full size of the great Ayenee Navy. Valuing two things above all else – one being knowledge and the other power. Their desire for information had led to the formation of the 'Zhīzhū network', an viral entity genetically designed, capable of accessing most Empire's internal archives.
Every previous plan extracted from the Federation database on their assault strategies – even before the Ayenian commanders themselves had received the information. This permitted plans for the key battle that would initially take place near Spyra'Arae. It was merely stratagem to split the Svocan-Ayenian forces.
Divide and conquer by the practice of the federations own dishonest aspirations.
A wealthy and diverse mixture of battleships and cruisers, each vessel equipped with state of the art Ayenian laser technology. Although their forces were hulking and sluggish, they made up for their lack of dexterity with the devastating power of their laser batteries. The fleet organized itself in typical military fashion - a staggered line designed to maximize the ghastly effect of fire against their opponent's front. Their hulls adorned with party-line texts, broadcasting messages of Federation supremacy, interspersed with litanies and imagery in honour of the Empire. The first volley of fire erupted from a Prophecy Battlecruiser, its turrets taking aim and firing as one, spectrum-like beams slicing into the side of a stationary ship until the vessel’s hull ruptured, pieces of it scattering like dust among the rank and file of the Ngahákzhan force.
It commenced.
Ngahákzhan forces split into smaller wings, each squadron containing several ships, all equipped with devastating Ngahákzhan laser technology. Accelerating with frightening speed, they dove into the Federation attack forces. Ayenian cruisers equipped with close-range weaponry moved to intercept, wave after wave of the smaller vessels engaged single targets, like a furious swarm, dodging and weaving, maximizing velocity and manoeuvrability. And then it happened. Immense, eerie phthalocyanine blasts erupted from seemingly nowhere, and an Ayenian FSV Nemesis went up in flames. Another blast erupted what seemed mere seconds later, and tore through a squad of battlecruisers, their hulls briefly flickering with sickly blackish-green energy discharges.
Rigid command structure inhibiting communications, they did not realize what was happening. Lack of coherence and interoperability in the fleet meant that they could not cope with the sudden appearance of this unseen terror.
The Kassogtha- Yomagn'tho...
Swooping in with the hopes to intercept the Kassogtha, Svocan forces caused more disorder, imposing further hysteria. Communications broke down as inexperienced commanders failed to respond to their duty accordingly . Svocan battle doctrine demanded sacrifice, and so the Navy as a whole united fleet could not disengage. Captains and their crews valiantly threw down their lives for an Empire which had already failed them, confident that they would be victorious.
For hours streams of glaring light lit up the system, nimble frigates diving into the Ayenee fleet, their ranged cruisers supporting them with laser-fire over a distance and the titanic Mothership firing blast after blast of its extreme-range weapons; cannons created specifically for this battle. The smaller vessels holding the Ngahákzhan line prevented Svoca-Ayenian squads from coming close enough to fire upon the incoming fleets, rendering theirs defenceless against the onslaught.
Battleship after battleship exploded in a violent bursts of light under the attack from the Ngahákzhan. This left the Ayenian's in a position they had not been in before – What could they do but press on and die? Not five hours later, space surrounding Spyra'Arae was overflowing with the remnants of hulls drifting into the emptiness of space.
The Ngahákzha had won yet another encounter; the majority of the Ayenian fleet now annihilated whilst not even a third of the Ngahákzha vessels had been lost. Knowing full well the possible repercussions from such a costly loss, the Ayenee governments knew responded immediately by publicly blaming the defeat on the impetuous leadership of the Hegemony for the reckless assault on the Ngahákzha along with the corporations associated with the providence of military arsenal and technology– even if that was exactly what Ayenian battle doctrine had imposed.
So it was that admirals who had given their lives for their Empire without any thought of abandon were discharged from the Navy, their reputations ruined and their families disgraced. A much larger fleet meanwhile had been ordered to gather in preparation for another assault. They never got the opportunity to react. To the Ngahákzha, the inferiority of the barbaric Ayenian nature were of no interest, not even on an academic sense therefore their existence was meaningless. Their handling of the Ayenian fleet previously had already blessed them with the reputation of an entity not to be tangled with.
PRT II.
ViceRoy Varuna’Zu Kanthu- Ae'Harga| Umarian Astral Raquamothla
Captain, Krussk Nachkt
Orocrmedeom (Arachnidian) Battle-Crew Military
Aboard the T'Rogi Kharrha, stationed inside the Elysium Spiral. "I
kivvuka va kruird emkurk sra EWAR’k su ras srak srruisr" ["I suppose we
should inform the EWAR’s to let them through"]. The non-humanoid
speaking ViceRoy Varuna'Zu Kanthu of the Ae'Harga Umarian Arm
contemplated his options, since the first signals of the Umarian Astral
Raquamothla began to orchestrate with their haunting and majestic
symphonies through the vastness of space.
This particular arm
had been strategically positioned as with many others for the sole
purpose to prevent any support craft attempting to enter the system, and
the fleeing Federation from leaving, while the closest of the Apophis
Interceptors began the ECM Spatial Destabilizing and Phase Inverting-
Elite Codex jamming spiral frequencies averting detectable sequences
required for warp gates and wormholes. Preventing all exit points known
or available to the drives of the primitive Elysium Commonwealth Fleet
and United Corporations.
"Covsoem, ruv komae krevk ded va ruka
srek seka?" ["Captain, how many ships did we lose this time?"] Auton
V’Daron responded with a slight edge of pride and sadism in vibrational
clicks of cacophious chords and guttural accents, always enjoying the
perishing choirs of a galaxy in the throes of demise. Standing to his
sides were two 'Orocrmedeom' soldiers, all observing the slaughter of
worlds projected across the swirling volumetrics. T'Rogi Kharrha
xenomorphic crew members all twisting massive cylindrical skulls to look
upon the grids, their forms a twisted mess of humanoid and arachnid
chitlin, jet black armoured bodies standing erect as they paid tribute
to the successes of the Z'ash'cheria and the Lagx ur sha Sluga',
Baftu'ag Bftathk O'thhug.
Eyes burning like demonic fire in the
blackness of the darkest primal the Viceroy turned his attentions to
the battlecruisers captain, Krussk Nachkt as he spoke, "Ser, va
daksruaead orr croks ossakvsems su raoqa sra kaeksak em sra roks voqa,
ruks umrae o kav uk uir uvm. Umkiccakkkirrae ossakvsems su ivdosa omd
odovs sraer vaovumk omd kreardk su ba kura akkacseqa em urdar su rok omd
rurr voks ik. Jiks kruvk sra dakvaroseum omd rocd uk keresorae dakamca
ur ukkamkeqa socsec. Wros o vesae. Rasordrakk, uir rukkak ora uk mu
akborrokkkams su sros uk sra Ukoreom Aksror Ropiokusrro."
["Sir, we destroyed all craft attempting to leave the system in the last
wave, lost only a few of our own. Unsuccessfully attempting to update
and adapt their weapons and shields to be more effective in order to ram
and roll past us. Just shows the desperation and lack of military
defence or offensive tactic. What a pity. Regardless, our losses are of
no embarrassment to that of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla."]
Endo-arachnidic reverberations echoed through the dark chambers, a cold
and emotionless air followed and shadows continuously moved in the
plethoric threads of the dimly lit bridge. Watching the events unfold
with excitement and perhaps even disappointed that they were not among
the glorious bringing the Elysium galaxy hard upon its knees.
"I kivvuka va kruirdm's ba suu kirvrekad, rikomesae ek vradecsobra omd
sraae du kserr roqa sra Squcomk. Ik sros emsarcavseum kurca dekvoscrad
kruk sra Fadaroseum suvordk sra Nsorádzro Daksruaear, Bftathk’Su'an
imdarvoae?" ["I suppose we shouldn't be too surprised, humanity is
predictable and they do still have the Svocans. Is that interception
force dispatched from the Federation towards the Ngahákzha Destroyer,
Bftathk’Su'an underway?"]
Smirking widely at the prospect that
the Ayenee Federation had fallen for the old tactic of self destruct
decoys, soon as they enter the Citadel's grids...."KABOOM!!" Making the
explosion by a gesture of obsidian-like claws, then a nonchalant
sweeping outwards in an arc with right hand suggesting that the life
forms of this galaxy were of no subsequence and no value. "Wros ek sra
vukeseum uk sra Squcom’k. Hok sra surr uk sraer koerirak res cruka su
ruka?" [“What is the position of the Svocan’s. Has the toll of their
failures hit close to home?”]
"Yak, ker. Tvamsae uma uk sra
Squcom vromasorae sorsask arekemosad ku kor, orums vesr orr uk sraer
dakamca kraask. Is'k okozems- sraae daav cukems, omd rakika orr ossakvsk
os baems kvoaead, aqam sruisr va roqa daksruaead svamsae uma uk sraer
vromask! Sirarae omae ceqerezad kamseams roca vuird roqa su cumkedar
kirramdar oksar kicr rukkak. Miks ba vumdarkir su ba obra su kes um sra
kamca vesruis sassems varkumorrae ekvorad."
["Yes, sir. Twelve
of the Svocan planetary targets eliminated so far, along with all of
their defence fleets. It's amazing- they keep coming, and refuse all
attempts at being swayed, even though we have destroyed twenty one of
their planets! Surely any civilized sentient race would have to consider
surrender after such losses. Must be wonderful to be able to sit on the
fence without getting personally impaled."]
Monitors
displaying various tactical data sequences too fast for the naked eye to
define. On the visual display of one of the main screen they could see
the Kassogtha- Yomagn'tho, surrounded with thirty mile-long Star
Destroyers that looked positively miniscule in comparison. ViceRoy
Varuna’Zu Kanthu made a grandiose gesture toward the colossal vessel
casting the visuals of Ayenee within its eclipse.
"Calsaun,
shas thul u'a' sha'a ut a La'uashan thftatt Dats'uxa'. Tha unftx una
ftars ur ust kung. Qiausa r'ankftx, gha a'a sha ru'ts un aunt su taa us.
Is tha''uat sha ts'ungats thuaftgt ur anx Inla'uaft, Faga'aft u'
Bassfta tsa'thul knughn. Is tha''uat shuiatangt ur hxft'ug sia''ast ang
ghaalunt ftaxung a'an uia' ianga'tsangung. Is ghat gatugnag su saka un
ansu'a rftaast, anlu'at ang gaftagnuat, ang ghun. Thax ghuftft ghatsa
shau' ft'aash ftx u'ga'ung thult su assathk us, ang us ut a ga'k
ftftattung shas us ut athsiaaftftx un uia' tuga."
["Captain,
that star-being over there is a Leviathan class Destroyer. The only one
left of its kind. Quite frankly, we are the first in eons to see it. It
carries the strongest shields of any Imperial, Federal or Battle
starship known. It carries thousands of hybrid turrets and weapons
beyond even our understanding. It was designed to take on entire fleets,
empires and galaxies, and win. They will waste their breath by ordering
ships to attack it, and it is a dark blessing that it is actually on
our side."]
PRT III.
Thavath D’sker- Z’esh Battle Commander
Poma Hikaru- Lt. Tactical|Communications
Darkness churned beneath the black
crystal volumetric surface of oracular instruments belonging to the
awe-inspiring flagship. The command bridge bathed in 'black light', with
an impressive design. Consoles arranged in a sphere around the Kassogtha
cathedra, including its own control console and displays. Various hues
of midnight intermingling with shadows creating a gyrating hive of
holographic maps and blue prints of the defending fleet.
Various hues of midnight intermingling with shadows creating a gyrating thriving mass around Satrinah's supple form. Nothing escaped her eyes or the sensitivity of the 'Codex Grids', complex hieroglyphics and telemetry graphics depicted on the consoles of the spherical holo-display that took up the center of the bridge, giving all that was detectable within sensor range the scrutiny only someone of many years in the service could give.
Power can be such a lonely vessel. There was nothing else to linger upon, now it was time for the final curtains to be lifted and the revelations to pour forth. What would eventuate and come to be, would be the deciding factor of the outcome, be it favourable or devastating. It would only be seen to her eyes alone; the truth revealed in all its imposing glory and polluted faith- had her past been nothing but lies or truth concealed behind the mist? Alas, this had to be done, as with all things of duty.
Rosewater cheeks took on a phantom flush in the dim lights of the screens, voidic orbs sparkling with the gleam similar to mortuary tapers. Chrysalid and deathlike, yet perceptions and heightened senses loomed far beyond that of just this vessel or galaxy itself. Observing the numerous monitors and holographic-like images swirling around where her physique majestically was positioned. Within the tenebrous darkness of inner-vision, even upon the grids themselves- something reached out through the barriers of dimension, space and time; a message.... although neither had no bearing upon this place.
Details rapidly flashing with far-sighted visions portraying the mental pictures of obscure happening that did not make much sense to her, save for the familiarity of faces through dimensional reverie. Three mechanisms which revived the amusement, even when one had formerly been known to her. It came as clearly and vividly if one was there, witnessing it. She even had the pleasure of tasting it on her tongue as palate rejoiced to the metallic elixir. Insipid sheen in the stoic surface of lifeless eyes, the dismay and horror written over pallid face while lips frozen in distorted agony. For all the visions and words, it had all come down to this; dissatisfaction.
Satrinah's vices yearned to unearth somewhat fresh agonies amongst the anguished, after all misery 'Loves Company', so what better company was there to be had when death was subservient at her feet and even others on shrouds of silk and a rare beautiful flower? Misplaced seemingly amongst death. Variations of energy expanding across the events horizon instantaneously triggered initial warning sensors of the world below. Far off landscapes basking in the luminosity of its serene, triple-fulgent moons.
Languidly, voices caressed the psychic pall of her mind, filtering like electromagnetic waves of high-pitched transmissions. Features tensed at the jawline, head tilting to the side, features lacking expression but manicured brow bore the stress of her visions. It was evident whatever swayed attentions certainly did not help the disposition before temperament fell straight back into a composed military professionalism.
Elegantly in regal militia poised upon the chitinous cathedra, bio-synthetic tourniquet overlapped with the delicate weaves of spider-silk lace and translucent gossamer displaying long slender legs, sleek torso, and toned limbs with brazen explicitness. Opiate rubicund mouth pursing, offering only but a short plume of icy Thanaterosian breath (Cryomancy), the air caught in seizure like ice cracking a mirror’s surface – even the sound shrill scraped harshly across the visuals.
Depicting the coquettish Saatthan in a seemingly phantasmoric whorl within an mein of ensorcelled darkness- an energy that drew many to its blackened fires. Satrina’s thoughts were of the calmness of the void, fluctuating and rippling, yet the visions continued to tug at the threads of her mind.
"Arr tiaod aid dholo, I duko ad?" ["All quiet out there, I take it?"] The thin gaunt commander turned to observe the screens where his Enkivhh’s eyes had been fixed for the past few minutes. His voice synthesised, harsh and grating through the respirator , common in the m ales of the Necri of the Empora System. Onyx eyes remaining on the screens, giving his ashen skin a gaunt quality. His belief, most men were not deserving to behold such exquisiteness and to do so brought less honourable reflection and deeds. Besides, he valued his life.
"Jikd vhakkolk av dho kulk," ["Just whispers in the dark"] Satrinah replied cryptically, gaze moving from the screens and features addressing her commander with a respectful sideways glance while speaking.
"Alo avai kilo Thuxudh avai vav'd huxo uvav lodlokhnovdk av dho kavnkakain raivko kodalo vo kod kdluakhd avda klaodavkk? Id nakhd hork vhud I huxo da avdaln avai, nidh oukaol da kvurrav. I kdarr huxo da davurano dhoko rakakdadk uvk xadur ikklukok." ["Are you sure Thavath you won't have any refreshments in the symposium lounge before we get straight into briefings? It might help what I have to inform you, much easier to swallow. I still have to finalize these logistics and vital upgrades."]
Shaking his shaven head adorned with a deep vermillion Mohawk. "Lod'k houl ad, Enklokk." ["Let's hear it, Empress."] Posture tensed, arms rested at the sides of military black uniform with neon crimson trimming at the cuffs and collar.
Reply silenced by an abrupt interruption and a correction.
"Aknalur." ["Admiral."] Correcting the misuse of position with an intonation pronouncing the rank she wished to be referred to in a manner that demanded it not to be confused or forgotten. Subtle yet insidious.
"Mav ukarakaok. Aknalur." ["My apologies. Admiral."] Thavath cleared his throat, causing a plasma-like frost to escape the apparatus before continuing.
"Tlouo 't ra roob gau tokuokt louo, I dor'oqo vo laeqo tlavr vlouo aiu ravaerkv uotkt.”[“There is no need for secrets here, I believe we have shown where our loyalty rests."] Bowing respectfully after his words.
Lengths of zibeline rivulets became stirred by a sudden rise of chill in the atmosphere, shaking her head with an amused smirk venturing over rubicund crescents. The thigh length rivulets motioning over her form like waves of iridescent darkness. "Ik't rak ravaerkv I bovorb ivar." ["It's not loyalty I depend upon”]. Focus directed towards the 'SI nucleus' connecting through the inviscid flow of the spiral tapestry.
Mental manipulations seeking the weak points and exploiting them via the sapient and quantum omissions in the sentient DNA structures of the outer surfaces of the Leviathan. Desensitization of natural defences occurring as neuromuscular transmissions were blocked and then depolarizing the plasma membranes of the muscle fibres that held together the massive bio-mainframe of the Kassogtha.
Walls appearing to waver, physical forms taking new and meaningless shapes as this continued in interwoven spirals. Ominous static crackling of blackened, now visible veins, nebulous potency in defiance of any reality. Sparks of midnight ebony flittering and cracking like whips… highly charged particles cancelling electromagnetic fields, rendering all divisions to authoritarian immobilization. Entering only a string of prompt command and moving through the menu’s entering security codes and sequences upon the touch screen. Dispatch in accordance, perfectly in sync with such workings, scanning status positions of each system switching to-
[manual override]
[activate temporary reconstruct]
[install upgrade optimization
[encrypt data input sequences]
[signature override: Krhact-Saatth BftathkSsa']
Bridge lights dimmed to the same dark vermillion luminosity that gave the lengths of her sable like the embers seen through darkest wine, unextinguished burning in the blood-hue iridescence. Telemetry graphics depicted in graphic detail as the ambient signals of the war-behemoth vitals flashed in bright red hieroglyphics and complex symbol as all stations switched to-
[disabled]
[scanning].......
[Data override in progress]
[Standby].....
[Regeneration process activated]
[Standby]....
[Engineering reconstruct activated]
[Power grid online]....
[Optimization upgrades scanning]
[Power Conduits automatic]
[Processing]...
Codex equations flashing across peripheral vision... |Central processors synapses, neuronal encoding...uplink transfer.| Reiterate ringing, closing eyes firmly at the initial flooding sensations surging throughout, |Transfer control systems to code: 71X9R7-28E-34Z1-6L once all sequences have been activated.| Spectral harmonies shifted through the drone like resonation of the ‘SI’ conglomerating now with a low escalating cacophonous ritualistic heartbeat.
Ghostly voices of the leviathan hemorrhaging from every confined cold and shadowy fissure of the vessel. |Transfer module and command control of Kassogtha K-9Z7. Pilot data process Bio-Encryption signature |bio-key user:| Sheitânii-Khunzag |alias:| Xunau Da Ya'Lanhiaa |gender:| female |species:| Z'ash'cherian -- Saatthan decent |pilot authorization code:| 71X9R7-28E-34Z1-6L|
Sensing every vibration, every tremor as the enormous amount of information suffused almost instantaneously. Outside, the ship cruised along just slower than the speed of light, slicing effortlessly through the minute debris of space. Powerful omni-dimensional harmonic resonances formed around the destroyer, oscillation sequences continuously alternating, making it incomprehensible to determine vessel origins or precise signatures outside of one single entity.
Merely ‘'elaying' streams of data while visually scanning for any probable glitch in engineering or logistics that could cause critical errors as the Kassogtha's systems became activated one stage at a time . cryptogrammic arcane characters twisted and blurred on the visuals for a few moments while adjusting to the new encodings.
"Shaork kdudik?" ["Shield status?"] the question uttered by Satrinah was incensed under its unexpected punctuality.
Poma looked up from her consoles, giving a brief nod, flicking a strand of rosy cerise hair from her face before going over a few calculations. Imputing a series of commands while flashing a quick smile to the woman she had grown to love as a mother .
[Shield modulation processor diagnostics scanning]
[40%]
"Evkavoolavk lokaldk vo'rr huxo koxovdav koldovd khaork kavol av dhaldav navidok , Aknalur." ["Engineering reports we'll have seventy percent shield power in thirty minutes , Admiral."] Lt P.Hikaru chimed with prompt response, the relatively ‘upbeat’ female had only just recently replaced Lt S Mikutar - who met a rather unfortunate end, and was now in the ZMV Tam'Chyou 'improvised' morgue now. There was a moment while the systems engaged in handshake protocols, and the tactical grid display changed.
[Tactical Systems online. Combat systems online]
"Wo'xo kavo vhud vo duv dal dho nanovd, vo'rr kikd iko dho akdarrudaav kotiovdok. Wo’rr kikd ukkikd khaork dudavk kdlovkdhk da dankovkudo, iko dhoal hirr'k lokavuvdo dlotiovdav ukuavkd dhon." ["We've done what we can for the moment, we’ll just use the oscillation sequences. We’ll just adjust shield facing strengths to compensate, use their hull's resonance frequency against them."]
The young Hikaru gave the admiral an odd look, not understanding the extent of the strategy but going by the sharp-toothed menacing grin of Thavath D’sker, it must have made his millennium.
"Aknalur, vo'lo koddavk klaaladav klaukdukdk av dho dann dhuvvork," ["Admiral, we're getting priority open broadcasts on the comm channels."] came the next report from Lt P.Hikaru who had artistically moved from one station to the other. "Saildo ak NWV Bddudhk’Si'uv 95-v-32- Alu. Puddhavk dhlaikh vav." ["Source is NWV Bftathk’Su'an 95-x-32- Ara. Patching through now."]
--|Addovdaav urr Nkuháknhu xokkork av dho Skavlu'Aluo koddal, dhak ak u kovolur urold, drukkadadudaav lok kdudik. Sxaduv-Aavovoo droodk huxo avadaudok kodovdo uddaavk ud nirdakro kadok dhlaikhaid dho koddal; xokkork ulo vulvok da ko av dhoal kiulk kio da vov ullaxurk. Arr xokkork av dho koddal ulo ukxakok da avdlouko hakdaradav lokkavko roxork uvk avadaudo kuddro kotiovdok...|--
--|Attention all Ngahákzha vessels in the Spyra'Arae sector, this is a general alert, classification red status. Svocan-Ayenee fleets have initiated defence actions at multiple sites throughout the sector; vessels are warned to be on their guard due to new arrivals. All vessels in the sector are advised to increase hostility response levels and initiate battle sequences...|--
The Federation and S-A were spreading their forces too thin, which didn't make them enough of a threat to be concerned with other than curiosity at the mention of 'new arrivals'. There was so many casualties now that they wouldn't have enough forces to stop the actual rift event when it happened, not that they had any intention to in the first, the taint was already well spread throughout the system. Real-time slowed to a crawl, and then seemed to stop all together, as Satrinah lost herself in her darkening thoughts. Facing one of the many windows on the bridge, looking outwards towards the dark side of Misu II obscuring the view of the stars. Iridescent flashes danced in the darkness. It seemed there a storm was brewing.
"Sad suusnailedar llus rasdus Sfirrse'Asea." ["Set coordinates for sector Spyra'Arae."]
"Psafesa dha Viir-Srir Ildassafdus reilsh feirr llus ainnanaieda nafruirrnald." ["Prepare the Vuug-Slug Interceptor launch bay III for immediate deployment."]
"Illlusn dha NWV Blldedhc’Si'el eln EIV Sre'O'dhhir du nu dha rena. Tha Fanaser S-A llraad llusnedaiulr esa ruura, lud dha dirrfaiser llred-heddailr us rlaiffas rfaillailr. I’n enenan dha enedaisr nul’d dsirr felcailr... fid sida shird dha rena." ["Inform the NWV Bftathk’Su'an and EIV Ssa'O'thhug to do the same. The Federal S-A fleet formations are loose, not the typical flat-hatting or snipper spinning. I’m amazed the amateurs don’t try banking... but cute just the same."] To the orders the bridge came to life, each officer of position and note tending swiftly to their jobs, without question, or delay.
"Psaf wesf nairsifdaiul waefulr. Puwas rsainr ail rirrls du dha Afufhair rderair wafaillaiasr ryr 5. Thaisdirr raiz dhuireln cairunadsar eln srurailr. Arr rdedaiulr fsafesa du alrera." ["Prep warp disruption weapons. Power grids in sync- Lvl 7 Apophis stasis webifiers. Thirty six thousand kilometres and closing. All stations prepare to engage."]
Within minutes the gigantic vessel would join the 427th Ngahákzha Fleet and the 1890 starships within its military cluster. No cloaking was ordered, for it was her intention and desire for the Federation Fleet to know this crushing force was weighing down upon them and their worlds like the hammer of the Gods.
Various hues of midnight intermingling with shadows creating a gyrating thriving mass around Satrinah's supple form. Nothing escaped her eyes or the sensitivity of the 'Codex Grids', complex hieroglyphics and telemetry graphics depicted on the consoles of the spherical holo-display that took up the center of the bridge, giving all that was detectable within sensor range the scrutiny only someone of many years in the service could give.
Power can be such a lonely vessel. There was nothing else to linger upon, now it was time for the final curtains to be lifted and the revelations to pour forth. What would eventuate and come to be, would be the deciding factor of the outcome, be it favourable or devastating. It would only be seen to her eyes alone; the truth revealed in all its imposing glory and polluted faith- had her past been nothing but lies or truth concealed behind the mist? Alas, this had to be done, as with all things of duty.
Rosewater cheeks took on a phantom flush in the dim lights of the screens, voidic orbs sparkling with the gleam similar to mortuary tapers. Chrysalid and deathlike, yet perceptions and heightened senses loomed far beyond that of just this vessel or galaxy itself. Observing the numerous monitors and holographic-like images swirling around where her physique majestically was positioned. Within the tenebrous darkness of inner-vision, even upon the grids themselves- something reached out through the barriers of dimension, space and time; a message.... although neither had no bearing upon this place.
Details rapidly flashing with far-sighted visions portraying the mental pictures of obscure happening that did not make much sense to her, save for the familiarity of faces through dimensional reverie. Three mechanisms which revived the amusement, even when one had formerly been known to her. It came as clearly and vividly if one was there, witnessing it. She even had the pleasure of tasting it on her tongue as palate rejoiced to the metallic elixir. Insipid sheen in the stoic surface of lifeless eyes, the dismay and horror written over pallid face while lips frozen in distorted agony. For all the visions and words, it had all come down to this; dissatisfaction.
Satrinah's vices yearned to unearth somewhat fresh agonies amongst the anguished, after all misery 'Loves Company', so what better company was there to be had when death was subservient at her feet and even others on shrouds of silk and a rare beautiful flower? Misplaced seemingly amongst death. Variations of energy expanding across the events horizon instantaneously triggered initial warning sensors of the world below. Far off landscapes basking in the luminosity of its serene, triple-fulgent moons.
Languidly, voices caressed the psychic pall of her mind, filtering like electromagnetic waves of high-pitched transmissions. Features tensed at the jawline, head tilting to the side, features lacking expression but manicured brow bore the stress of her visions. It was evident whatever swayed attentions certainly did not help the disposition before temperament fell straight back into a composed military professionalism.
Elegantly in regal militia poised upon the chitinous cathedra, bio-synthetic tourniquet overlapped with the delicate weaves of spider-silk lace and translucent gossamer displaying long slender legs, sleek torso, and toned limbs with brazen explicitness. Opiate rubicund mouth pursing, offering only but a short plume of icy Thanaterosian breath (Cryomancy), the air caught in seizure like ice cracking a mirror’s surface – even the sound shrill scraped harshly across the visuals.
Depicting the coquettish Saatthan in a seemingly phantasmoric whorl within an mein of ensorcelled darkness- an energy that drew many to its blackened fires. Satrina’s thoughts were of the calmness of the void, fluctuating and rippling, yet the visions continued to tug at the threads of her mind.
"Arr tiaod aid dholo, I duko ad?" ["All quiet out there, I take it?"] The thin gaunt commander turned to observe the screens where his Enkivhh’s eyes had been fixed for the past few minutes. His voice synthesised, harsh and grating through the respirator , common in the m ales of the Necri of the Empora System. Onyx eyes remaining on the screens, giving his ashen skin a gaunt quality. His belief, most men were not deserving to behold such exquisiteness and to do so brought less honourable reflection and deeds. Besides, he valued his life.
"Jikd vhakkolk av dho kulk," ["Just whispers in the dark"] Satrinah replied cryptically, gaze moving from the screens and features addressing her commander with a respectful sideways glance while speaking.
"Alo avai kilo Thuxudh avai vav'd huxo uvav lodlokhnovdk av dho kavnkakain raivko kodalo vo kod kdluakhd avda klaodavkk? Id nakhd hork vhud I huxo da avdaln avai, nidh oukaol da kvurrav. I kdarr huxo da davurano dhoko rakakdadk uvk xadur ikklukok." ["Are you sure Thavath you won't have any refreshments in the symposium lounge before we get straight into briefings? It might help what I have to inform you, much easier to swallow. I still have to finalize these logistics and vital upgrades."]
Shaking his shaven head adorned with a deep vermillion Mohawk. "Lod'k houl ad, Enklokk." ["Let's hear it, Empress."] Posture tensed, arms rested at the sides of military black uniform with neon crimson trimming at the cuffs and collar.
Reply silenced by an abrupt interruption and a correction.
"Aknalur." ["Admiral."] Correcting the misuse of position with an intonation pronouncing the rank she wished to be referred to in a manner that demanded it not to be confused or forgotten. Subtle yet insidious.
"Mav ukarakaok. Aknalur." ["My apologies. Admiral."] Thavath cleared his throat, causing a plasma-like frost to escape the apparatus before continuing.
"Tlouo 't ra roob gau tokuokt louo, I dor'oqo vo laeqo tlavr vlouo aiu ravaerkv uotkt.”[“There is no need for secrets here, I believe we have shown where our loyalty rests."] Bowing respectfully after his words.
Lengths of zibeline rivulets became stirred by a sudden rise of chill in the atmosphere, shaking her head with an amused smirk venturing over rubicund crescents. The thigh length rivulets motioning over her form like waves of iridescent darkness. "Ik't rak ravaerkv I bovorb ivar." ["It's not loyalty I depend upon”]. Focus directed towards the 'SI nucleus' connecting through the inviscid flow of the spiral tapestry.
Mental manipulations seeking the weak points and exploiting them via the sapient and quantum omissions in the sentient DNA structures of the outer surfaces of the Leviathan. Desensitization of natural defences occurring as neuromuscular transmissions were blocked and then depolarizing the plasma membranes of the muscle fibres that held together the massive bio-mainframe of the Kassogtha.
Walls appearing to waver, physical forms taking new and meaningless shapes as this continued in interwoven spirals. Ominous static crackling of blackened, now visible veins, nebulous potency in defiance of any reality. Sparks of midnight ebony flittering and cracking like whips… highly charged particles cancelling electromagnetic fields, rendering all divisions to authoritarian immobilization. Entering only a string of prompt command and moving through the menu’s entering security codes and sequences upon the touch screen. Dispatch in accordance, perfectly in sync with such workings, scanning status positions of each system switching to-
[manual override]
[activate temporary reconstruct]
[install upgrade optimization
[encrypt data input sequences]
[signature override: Krhact-Saatth BftathkSsa']
Bridge lights dimmed to the same dark vermillion luminosity that gave the lengths of her sable like the embers seen through darkest wine, unextinguished burning in the blood-hue iridescence. Telemetry graphics depicted in graphic detail as the ambient signals of the war-behemoth vitals flashed in bright red hieroglyphics and complex symbol as all stations switched to-
[disabled]
[scanning].......
[Data override in progress]
[Standby].....
[Regeneration process activated]
[Standby]....
[Engineering reconstruct activated]
[Power grid online]....
[Optimization upgrades scanning]
[Power Conduits automatic]
[Processing]...
Codex equations flashing across peripheral vision... |Central processors synapses, neuronal encoding...uplink transfer.| Reiterate ringing, closing eyes firmly at the initial flooding sensations surging throughout, |Transfer control systems to code: 71X9R7-28E-34Z1-6L once all sequences have been activated.| Spectral harmonies shifted through the drone like resonation of the ‘SI’ conglomerating now with a low escalating cacophonous ritualistic heartbeat.
Ghostly voices of the leviathan hemorrhaging from every confined cold and shadowy fissure of the vessel. |Transfer module and command control of Kassogtha K-9Z7. Pilot data process Bio-Encryption signature |bio-key user:| Sheitânii-Khunzag |alias:| Xunau Da Ya'Lanhiaa |gender:| female |species:| Z'ash'cherian -- Saatthan decent |pilot authorization code:| 71X9R7-28E-34Z1-6L|
Sensing every vibration, every tremor as the enormous amount of information suffused almost instantaneously. Outside, the ship cruised along just slower than the speed of light, slicing effortlessly through the minute debris of space. Powerful omni-dimensional harmonic resonances formed around the destroyer, oscillation sequences continuously alternating, making it incomprehensible to determine vessel origins or precise signatures outside of one single entity.
Merely ‘'elaying' streams of data while visually scanning for any probable glitch in engineering or logistics that could cause critical errors as the Kassogtha's systems became activated one stage at a time . cryptogrammic arcane characters twisted and blurred on the visuals for a few moments while adjusting to the new encodings.
"Shaork kdudik?" ["Shield status?"] the question uttered by Satrinah was incensed under its unexpected punctuality.
Poma looked up from her consoles, giving a brief nod, flicking a strand of rosy cerise hair from her face before going over a few calculations. Imputing a series of commands while flashing a quick smile to the woman she had grown to love as a mother .
[Shield modulation processor diagnostics scanning]
[40%]
"Evkavoolavk lokaldk vo'rr huxo koxovdav koldovd khaork kavol av dhaldav navidok , Aknalur." ["Engineering reports we'll have seventy percent shield power in thirty minutes , Admiral."] Lt P.Hikaru chimed with prompt response, the relatively ‘upbeat’ female had only just recently replaced Lt S Mikutar - who met a rather unfortunate end, and was now in the ZMV Tam'Chyou 'improvised' morgue now. There was a moment while the systems engaged in handshake protocols, and the tactical grid display changed.
[Tactical Systems online. Combat systems online]
"Wo'xo kavo vhud vo duv dal dho nanovd, vo'rr kikd iko dho akdarrudaav kotiovdok. Wo’rr kikd ukkikd khaork dudavk kdlovkdhk da dankovkudo, iko dhoal hirr'k lokavuvdo dlotiovdav ukuavkd dhon." ["We've done what we can for the moment, we’ll just use the oscillation sequences. We’ll just adjust shield facing strengths to compensate, use their hull's resonance frequency against them."]
The young Hikaru gave the admiral an odd look, not understanding the extent of the strategy but going by the sharp-toothed menacing grin of Thavath D’sker, it must have made his millennium.
"Aknalur, vo'lo koddavk klaaladav klaukdukdk av dho dann dhuvvork," ["Admiral, we're getting priority open broadcasts on the comm channels."] came the next report from Lt P.Hikaru who had artistically moved from one station to the other. "Saildo ak NWV Bddudhk’Si'uv 95-v-32- Alu. Puddhavk dhlaikh vav." ["Source is NWV Bftathk’Su'an 95-x-32- Ara. Patching through now."]
--|Addovdaav urr Nkuháknhu xokkork av dho Skavlu'Aluo koddal, dhak ak u kovolur urold, drukkadadudaav lok kdudik. Sxaduv-Aavovoo droodk huxo avadaudok kodovdo uddaavk ud nirdakro kadok dhlaikhaid dho koddal; xokkork ulo vulvok da ko av dhoal kiulk kio da vov ullaxurk. Arr xokkork av dho koddal ulo ukxakok da avdlouko hakdaradav lokkavko roxork uvk avadaudo kuddro kotiovdok...|--
--|Attention all Ngahákzha vessels in the Spyra'Arae sector, this is a general alert, classification red status. Svocan-Ayenee fleets have initiated defence actions at multiple sites throughout the sector; vessels are warned to be on their guard due to new arrivals. All vessels in the sector are advised to increase hostility response levels and initiate battle sequences...|--
The Federation and S-A were spreading their forces too thin, which didn't make them enough of a threat to be concerned with other than curiosity at the mention of 'new arrivals'. There was so many casualties now that they wouldn't have enough forces to stop the actual rift event when it happened, not that they had any intention to in the first, the taint was already well spread throughout the system. Real-time slowed to a crawl, and then seemed to stop all together, as Satrinah lost herself in her darkening thoughts. Facing one of the many windows on the bridge, looking outwards towards the dark side of Misu II obscuring the view of the stars. Iridescent flashes danced in the darkness. It seemed there a storm was brewing.
"Sad suusnailedar llus rasdus Sfirrse'Asea." ["Set coordinates for sector Spyra'Arae."]
"Psafesa dha Viir-Srir Ildassafdus reilsh feirr llus ainnanaieda nafruirrnald." ["Prepare the Vuug-Slug Interceptor launch bay III for immediate deployment."]
"Illlusn dha NWV Blldedhc’Si'el eln EIV Sre'O'dhhir du nu dha rena. Tha Fanaser S-A llraad llusnedaiulr esa ruura, lud dha dirrfaiser llred-heddailr us rlaiffas rfaillailr. I’n enenan dha enedaisr nul’d dsirr felcailr... fid sida shird dha rena." ["Inform the NWV Bftathk’Su'an and EIV Ssa'O'thhug to do the same. The Federal S-A fleet formations are loose, not the typical flat-hatting or snipper spinning. I’m amazed the amateurs don’t try banking... but cute just the same."] To the orders the bridge came to life, each officer of position and note tending swiftly to their jobs, without question, or delay.
"Psaf wesf nairsifdaiul waefulr. Puwas rsainr ail rirrls du dha Afufhair rderair wafaillaiasr ryr 5. Thaisdirr raiz dhuireln cairunadsar eln srurailr. Arr rdedaiulr fsafesa du alrera." ["Prep warp disruption weapons. Power grids in sync- Lvl 7 Apophis stasis webifiers. Thirty six thousand kilometres and closing. All stations prepare to engage."]
Within minutes the gigantic vessel would join the 427th Ngahákzha Fleet and the 1890 starships within its military cluster. No cloaking was ordered, for it was her intention and desire for the Federation Fleet to know this crushing force was weighing down upon them and their worlds like the hammer of the Gods.
