In the swirling, dark, and confining vortex of the Demon Nebulon, a flicker of pseudomotion appeared, and then vanished again into the paradoxically blinding darkness, almost as if nothing had happened. Had anyone been watching, they could have only seen the small Rarkyl shuttle for a fraction of a second, before it disappeared into the blackness of a modified cloaking shield.
Rather symbolic, actually. The Rarkyl been encaged in the Demon for too long by the accursed Aliens. Things would be changing very soon.
Supreme Emperor Sul'maoiac T'esqure stared into the heart of the devious nebula, contemplating the expansion of his dominion, and wondering what Supreme Emperors of the past would have done in his place. He was tall and lean, clad in the traditional body armor of the leader of the Rarkyl, and his combat skills were unmatched in the entire galaxy, or at least within Rarkyl space. As he stared towards his base of power, Tesqure fingered the chain that held his deep red cape, and the shinning Ruby that hung from it, his toned muscles pulsating. After a few seconds of deep thought, he decided it really didnt matter. The present held more possiblilities than the past ever could.
Tesqure realized that within a few short months, the power available to the Rarkyl would be completely beyond comprehension, and the cursed alien enemies would be entirely wiped out.
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It was a hot, dry, and humid day on Druel, which was largely uncharacteristic of the small moon in the Baradar system; normally, the tiny oceanic world was besieged with clouds and tormented by torrents of rain, which made today a rather unusual and unforgetable day for the near future. Inhabitants could be seen planet-wide, enjoying at long last the change in the usually unremtting weather. Yes, today was going to be a good day. It was going to be a good day for an invasion.
Imperator Volarich watched his tactical display as his flagship, the Ravager , a seriously undermanned Rarkyl Battleship descended into the pleasant atmosphere, a minor and insignificant grin on Volarichs distinctly powerful face. He had been pushing Supreme Emperor Sul'maoiac T'esqure to expand Rarkyl territory and become more aggresive. So far, he had been somewhat unsuccessful; the Emperor was more concerned with pulling his Empire out of its current economic slump than waging war with the horrid and disgusting alien species. However, Volarich hoped todays demonstration would be enough to change his mind. If the Rarkyl were going to win this war, they needed to put their vast and powerful Navy to work, and fast.
Inform squadron two that they are to take the point, Volarich ordered the communications officer aboard the Ravager. The cheap and moderatley fast Gunboats would be able to deliver their hevy payloads to the opposing forces, as well as evade any return fire more easily than any of the capital ships assigned to Volarichs task force.
As the Imperator glanced at the view screen, the group of two hundred small fighters moved out of defending position and into the front, firing barrages of Nova cannon gun fire and Implosion Rockets at their assigned targets and wreaking havoc, all with advanced simunition, of course. Todays invasion was to be the best simulation of the effectiveness of a Rarkyl invasion force in its prime, demonstrating the destructive capabilities of the Rarkyls military might. And with one thousand two hundred Gunboats, seven hundred PT boats, one hundred forty Frigates, and sixty Combat carriers not to mention the two commanding battleships, it was turning out to be an impressive demonstration.
Okay, watch your portside flank, Squardron 3, Volarich said into his comm, observing as one of the Frigates went off-line after taking a simulated critical hit from one of the Nova Cannon batteries. Behemoth , keep up the pressure on that compound. Valar, maneuver us into position to assisst them, Volarich ordered, knowing that the powerful guns couldnt attack the incoming ground troops without a power source and that eventually the power of dozens of Nova cannons firing at point blank range at the fusion generator would disable the huge cannon at the heart of the small military encampment.
Imperator, the landing force has begun to deploy. They estimate that the military base will be under their control in minutes, one of the bridge officers reported.
Excellent. Inform Praetor Kryiet that I want minimal casualities. Keep me updated on their progress. Volarich told the young soldier.
Yes, sir, the soldier said before saluting and turning back to his duties.
The Imperator turned back to his display, knowing that his massive force could capture almost any Military base. Watching as his armada proceeded in disabling the military base, Volarich smiled again. Yes, today was going to be a very good day.
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The two Sakar short swords clashed together, illuminating the room for a brief second with a blinding flash of sparks before quickly disengaging. The two generals leapt apart, the shorter one flipped backwards, faltering and almost losing his balance before making a somewhat shaky landing and recovering.
The General looked across the room, and nodded, deep in thought, despite the severity of the situation. He raised his sword in one arm and sprinted towards the other end of the long room raising one of his long knives, and hurdling it towards the other General. The flicker of premonition was his only warning, and the short general dropped to the ground, a thoron blaster bolt whizzing past his head.
The General, realizing his opponent was cheating, leapt up and into a defensive position, reaching out in thought, not into his own mind, but to his opponents. Soon, the other General was kneeling approximately one hundred feet before him, howling while he tried to supress his pain. In a flash of rage and anger and hatred, the short General sprinted forward, and decapitated his fallen opponent.
The sudden burst of cackling broke his chain of thought, and the general looked up, staring into the seemingly lifeless eyes of his obviously amused master. Very good, General Iranavn, the Emperor said, the smile uncharacteristic of his Rarkyl face.
Iranavn had had no idea what had posesed him to kill the other general, the sudden burst of anger, of hatred, of....rage. Then, looking upon the Master, he suddenly understood, and the revelation sent a chill to his spines. There was no doubt that Supreme Emperor Sul'maoiac T'esqure was a powerful warrior, but his psychic manipulation of the two battling Rarkyl right now was completely beyond anything that Iranavn had previously thought possible. There was no longer any need to doubt the absolute power of the Dominion, and it inspired fear, and along with that, loyalty to the Rarkyl order.
You are indeed worthy to take command of our offensive, General, Tesqure continued, bending down to rip the arm off of the deceased Rarkyl at the edge of the wall. Suddenly, the cadaver in hand forgotten, the Supreme Emperor tilted his head to the side. I request that you stay here for a moment, General, the Emperor ordered.
Yes, your Excellency, Iranavn replied, slightly confused, but determined to faithfully obey his leader.
Emperor Tesqure returned to his throne on the bleak homeworld of the Rarkyl, crushing the arm of the Fallen Rarkyl General with his powerful jaws. In front of the Emperor, a full sized projection of Imperator Volarich appeared. It flickered breifly with static before making its initial greeting.
Your Excellency, Volarich began, not allowing his surprise at seeing Iranavn flanking the Emperor to show. Our operation was Sucessful....
Yes, Imperator, you have done well, the Supreme Emperor cut him off. You are right, and it is time to overwhelm and defeat our enemies. Tesqure stated, having read Volarichs mind. I am having General Iranavn begin to detail a force to obliterate our surrounding Federation, Horosk and Voinian Enemies. In the meantime, I want an attack planned for the Invasion of Edien space. You will have unlimited resources.
Yes, your Excellency, Volarich said, bowing down before his master as the projection began to flicker and fade into Darkness.
General Iranavn stared at the now deserted spot for a moment, deep in concentration. Why had the Emperor suddenly decided to plan a major offensive against the vile aliens? And why, of all of his loyal servants, had Tesqure chosen him to organize the entire attack? Iranavn was not sure if the Rarkyl could win this war and....
Quiet your fears General, it will bring victory to us all. a thought intruded into Iranavns mind, but certainly not his own thought. Of course it wasnt his. The Emperor could read minds, and just as obviously plant thoughts in other peoples minds.
Yes, your Excellency, Iranavn said, bowing down before he began to depart the Emperors throne room; trying not to dwell on the fact that the Emperor was now devouring the defeated General. The Rarkyl surley wouldnt lose this new found war without a vicious and terrifying fight.
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(This message has been edited by Igor Rigadaz (edited 05-26-2002).)
