Entry the 11th - Opening scene
They sat opposed, the betterment that fluxed amongst the great oceans beneath reaches its hand up towards through circling clouds.
Three ships, flying through banks of white plumes, their world lost amongst their sight, forever might it be the darkness or ethereal night but for a pale shimmer from the radiant lining.
In an instant their homage to the skies banished, left behind their stern far beyond. A vast turquoise breath spoke beneath them, stretching far beyond the horizon. Silver crested birds, with red tipped wings and bills formed great flocks, countless numbers in a great tipped wave towards the starboard shore. Far distant, an emerald land, shining tall and bright beneath the radiance of the golden sun. Vast sea creatures broke the surface, over 50 times as long a man, basking in the sun with their young.
The mother universe began to speak beneath its voice, calling, singing and breathed unto the silken rays reflecting upon the great swords that stood guard towards the stars.
For a command given they wheeled upwards, spurred by a haste not felt since long ago in darker days, fleeing the world below in swiftness they joined the guardians above from the calls in the air below.
.
Arming in preparation for an unknown foe fast approaching on steeds given heed of fire upon a chill will they stood. Nay such were defences, left to those behind from battle who slept at ease, might but the greatest of fleets slip into the abyss betrayed by complacent deeds.
Yet in an instant, an opera amongst the chords of angels, an eternity for ancient gods, and a never for the dead, wrath and ruin to hew sleeping hordes and minions.
A great stream of light emerged from behind the planet, basking the massed fleet in a gold shimmer, shadow turned to space, and for that moment peace, in the next the fall.
Across the view of the ships a mass of hyperspace portals flared, as if a great storm of blues and greens broke upon a cliff. Such as the storm, the cliff continued with, a vast wall of ships, the mightiest fleet under the light, emerged as one fell deed and began their rage.
Thousands of torpedoes, thousands of energy beams ripped from their bodies, lightening in the stars great in a great flash.
Their ships, the planets guardians, buckled under the weight of this great onslaught and the enemy tore through the centre. Those that sat weakest, by guile or foolishness exploded in measureless fires, others lost power and were sucked to their doom in the oceans below. Others returning the screaming fury opened a palate of colours for the dwellers in the seas and skies to draw witness to.
And such the battle was fought, armies charged into one another, swords striking, arrows loosed and blood spilled.
Alas! The defenders began to wane, though they fought boldly, and were greater in number, they could not stand to the weapons of their foe. Much needed were more in kind, so that if they may not still not win, they would make the enemy suffer greatly for each ship felled.
Nay but better luck for those who pursued them, their weapons strong and shields mighty they were too few for a decisive victory. The combat may be won, but not before they tumbled through space broken and decimated.
“Where are our reinforcements? We can’t hold the line for much longer!”
Another three ships, much greater and valiant to the last. Far but with flames to their heels spurned faster. To the aide of their kind they flew, prayers many to enter battle before fate turned against those locked already in.
Their commanders stood with breath held, the powers to sway the gods to their sides, victory and fortune, only the death of their comrades permeated the chill silence of the black maw soaring past.
“Time to jump exit? Take us to 105% engine output”
As all began to look lost, both enemies falling to the wind, the three great eagles burst from their flight. Great bellows from their hearts and eyes rained down upon such destruction as to appease even the darkest demon and conjurer.
Into the defenders they rammed, those that were not fired to the shell by weapons were broken asunder by the bow, split and cast aside such as a crushed nut.
As the flocks that sang on the planet the attackers gathered around their allies, sweeping away the enemy, snatching their triumph in a train of royal feinted hail.
Towards the planet the greatest war bird flew. Upon her brow the crest of the Imperia and the tall letters for all to read
H.E.S VENGEANCE
This is the introduction to the story, set on the yet unnamed planet around which we later on receive the distress call from Yaltaria colony. The idea of the scene is that it is the Imperial fleet capturing an orcish base on the planet, which they have built recently. I wanted there to be that the sense that the orcish fleet are actually the good guys being attacked, and the Imperial ships are the enemy, only revealed to be the other way round with the revealing of the name of the lead ship.
I have changed the named of the admirals ship from victory to vengeance because i wanted something "angrier" for such a powerful ship. This has only really come to me as i was writting this, the sense of the sheer amount of weaponry the ship posseses. Accordingly the other ships of the class will get "angrier" names such as H.E.S Warspite, H.E.S Terror and H.E.S Terrible e.t.c. I fancy the name change because i believe that the imperia built the new Terrible class (changed from vengeance class just now as i want the admirals ship to be the most advanced in the fleet) as a direct response to the new enemy threat.
The Dreadnought class, the most powerful (weaponry wise) ships in the fleet will retain names that signify "size and strength" as opposed to an emotion. Including the H.E.S Dreadnought the other ships of the class (although i believe there are only three built now, with the first two on active duty and the third in defence of the homeworld, with a cloaking device and hugely upgraded weaponry) shalled be called the H.E.S Guardian and the H.E.S Formidable. The Guardian shall be the ship that (obviously) is behind in the home system guarding the imperial homeworld. I have changed this from the idea of it being a 'black ops' ship operating behind enemy lines due to a good idea about its use in an enemy attack on the homeworld.
Currently i am also thinking of the creation of a third, super dreadnought type battleship, the Revenge class, only one of which would be built after the return of the Vengeance to the imperial galaxy with the device created by Kaght in the Empire (the name i have given for our civilisation of man). It will be huge, twice the size of the ships seen when the admiral disovers the graveyard ships orbiting the fallen earth. Being the last ditch effort for the imperia to beat the enemy, it will be absoloutly bitching.
Three ships, flying through banks of white plumes, their world lost amongst their sight, forever might it be the darkness or ethereal night but for a pale shimmer from the radiant lining.
In an instant their homage to the skies banished, left behind their stern far beyond. A vast turquoise breath spoke beneath them, stretching far beyond the horizon. Silver crested birds, with red tipped wings and bills formed great flocks, countless numbers in a great tipped wave towards the starboard shore. Far distant, an emerald land, shining tall and bright beneath the radiance of the golden sun. Vast sea creatures broke the surface, over 50 times as long a man, basking in the sun with their young.
The mother universe began to speak beneath its voice, calling, singing and breathed unto the silken rays reflecting upon the great swords that stood guard towards the stars.
For a command given they wheeled upwards, spurred by a haste not felt since long ago in darker days, fleeing the world below in swiftness they joined the guardians above from the calls in the air below.
.
Arming in preparation for an unknown foe fast approaching on steeds given heed of fire upon a chill will they stood. Nay such were defences, left to those behind from battle who slept at ease, might but the greatest of fleets slip into the abyss betrayed by complacent deeds.
Yet in an instant, an opera amongst the chords of angels, an eternity for ancient gods, and a never for the dead, wrath and ruin to hew sleeping hordes and minions.
A great stream of light emerged from behind the planet, basking the massed fleet in a gold shimmer, shadow turned to space, and for that moment peace, in the next the fall.
Across the view of the ships a mass of hyperspace portals flared, as if a great storm of blues and greens broke upon a cliff. Such as the storm, the cliff continued with, a vast wall of ships, the mightiest fleet under the light, emerged as one fell deed and began their rage.
Thousands of torpedoes, thousands of energy beams ripped from their bodies, lightening in the stars great in a great flash.
Their ships, the planets guardians, buckled under the weight of this great onslaught and the enemy tore through the centre. Those that sat weakest, by guile or foolishness exploded in measureless fires, others lost power and were sucked to their doom in the oceans below. Others returning the screaming fury opened a palate of colours for the dwellers in the seas and skies to draw witness to.
And such the battle was fought, armies charged into one another, swords striking, arrows loosed and blood spilled.
Alas! The defenders began to wane, though they fought boldly, and were greater in number, they could not stand to the weapons of their foe. Much needed were more in kind, so that if they may not still not win, they would make the enemy suffer greatly for each ship felled.
Nay but better luck for those who pursued them, their weapons strong and shields mighty they were too few for a decisive victory. The combat may be won, but not before they tumbled through space broken and decimated.
“Where are our reinforcements? We can’t hold the line for much longer!”
Another three ships, much greater and valiant to the last. Far but with flames to their heels spurned faster. To the aide of their kind they flew, prayers many to enter battle before fate turned against those locked already in.
Their commanders stood with breath held, the powers to sway the gods to their sides, victory and fortune, only the death of their comrades permeated the chill silence of the black maw soaring past.
“Time to jump exit? Take us to 105% engine output”
As all began to look lost, both enemies falling to the wind, the three great eagles burst from their flight. Great bellows from their hearts and eyes rained down upon such destruction as to appease even the darkest demon and conjurer.
Into the defenders they rammed, those that were not fired to the shell by weapons were broken asunder by the bow, split and cast aside such as a crushed nut.
As the flocks that sang on the planet the attackers gathered around their allies, sweeping away the enemy, snatching their triumph in a train of royal feinted hail.
Towards the planet the greatest war bird flew. Upon her brow the crest of the Imperia and the tall letters for all to read
H.E.S VENGEANCE
This is the introduction to the story, set on the yet unnamed planet around which we later on receive the distress call from Yaltaria colony. The idea of the scene is that it is the Imperial fleet capturing an orcish base on the planet, which they have built recently. I wanted there to be that the sense that the orcish fleet are actually the good guys being attacked, and the Imperial ships are the enemy, only revealed to be the other way round with the revealing of the name of the lead ship.
I have changed the named of the admirals ship from victory to vengeance because i wanted something "angrier" for such a powerful ship. This has only really come to me as i was writting this, the sense of the sheer amount of weaponry the ship posseses. Accordingly the other ships of the class will get "angrier" names such as H.E.S Warspite, H.E.S Terror and H.E.S Terrible e.t.c. I fancy the name change because i believe that the imperia built the new Terrible class (changed from vengeance class just now as i want the admirals ship to be the most advanced in the fleet) as a direct response to the new enemy threat.
The Dreadnought class, the most powerful (weaponry wise) ships in the fleet will retain names that signify "size and strength" as opposed to an emotion. Including the H.E.S Dreadnought the other ships of the class (although i believe there are only three built now, with the first two on active duty and the third in defence of the homeworld, with a cloaking device and hugely upgraded weaponry) shalled be called the H.E.S Guardian and the H.E.S Formidable. The Guardian shall be the ship that (obviously) is behind in the home system guarding the imperial homeworld. I have changed this from the idea of it being a 'black ops' ship operating behind enemy lines due to a good idea about its use in an enemy attack on the homeworld.
Currently i am also thinking of the creation of a third, super dreadnought type battleship, the Revenge class, only one of which would be built after the return of the Vengeance to the imperial galaxy with the device created by Kaght in the Empire (the name i have given for our civilisation of man). It will be huge, twice the size of the ships seen when the admiral disovers the graveyard ships orbiting the fallen earth. Being the last ditch effort for the imperia to beat the enemy, it will be absoloutly bitching.
posted by Tzencath at Friday, July 28, 2006
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