Silent Universe, -You can play either Scions or Humans-

[Arohkien]

OOC: You know the rules, but please if we can get some Scion players this will be epic, please pm me if you wish to play the scions and ill give you some extra information about them.



The planet was barren, or so to be thought. The dust bowl of a planet out in the far reaches of the universe, Glamodia it was named. Just an arid wasteland, the sand of a rust iron color, with dark linings of black dust that seemed to stick to almost everything, especially the cliffs of the planet, as they reach out, some completely black because of the dust, giving an almost eerie feeling as you looked at them. Though the pilots of the Orange Squadron didn't have the time to just sit and idle by. They were always on the move, performing recons and scouting missions. A base was being constructed here as a forward outpost on further assaults upon the Scion. The USDF (United Space Defense Force) is what the humans call themselves now, all who live in off the planet Earth at least.

The USDF was founded upon the conflict between America and Russians in that all too well known Space Race. Upon the countries both trying land astronauts in space, they discovered a very valuable and priceless material. This material was called Bio Metal. The living metal it was nicknamed back on earth. Able to make almost anything impervious to the modern gun fair of the world. But knowing humans they had to make it better, and make solutions on breaking that material down as well. And well, they did. The space age happened faster then anyone could even imagine, sparking a galactic warfare between the Russians and Americans. Though something changed, that united them.

Over years of battle over planets and resources, they stopped their guns and began to work together, curiously. And that fact of why is still yet to be unknown. For 10 years the USDF has been form, prior to the Scion attack. A forward outpost on the outlying regions of Earths own solar system, a scanner probe was shot down. And the outpost had been obliterated, nothing could of prepared them to what would happen.

It has been 12 years.... 12 years it has been that they were fighting this unknown enemy, and yet those 12 years, they still do not comprehend much about this alien race. It was just so much... so fast, nothing could of prepared the universe for this struggle.

The humming of the engines brought him back into focus, his deep brown eyes scanning the region through his HUD and cockpit of the ship, keeping an eye on his radio signals, reports from other squadrons and the Directional Radar mapping out the land with every pulse of harmless waves of energy. He sighed softly, another silent day he took it to be. He had been with the USDF when the conflict started, he was one of the first men to be brought to that incident on Pluto. Though he would never forgive the Scions, for taking his Commander, Commander Shakiyeav away from him. That fateful day still haunts his mind. Still haunts his dreams. For all he knows, she might be dead, and did the USDF care? No, they just handed him another medal, another promotion. Now he was in control of Orange Squad. Though the term Squad could be used so loosely now.

The humming of the engines of the hover tank kept him focused on the task at hand. The multiple lights, readings and adjustments you had to make would be just too much for any average pilot. Only the most experienced pilots were allowed to fly these deadly weapons, the hover tanks, USDF had no taste in naming them, they were that, just tanks. The turret was fixed upon the hover chassis that also held the cockpit. The barrel of the turret loomed overhead of the cockpit, fixed, facing the front of the vehicle at all times. This is what made the ship so hard to fly, yet so deadly. The agility of this tank surpassed almost any ship in service today. Being able to perform a full 360 degree turn in just a matter of a second made having the turret in a fixed position the winning key factor. The orange color and lining of the ship shone brightly as the bio metal reacted with the light in a number of funny ways. The deep black color of the rest of the ship was another result of the bio metal, and giving the reason of the Orange Squad. every member of the squad had a ship with the exact color scheme. Every ship was hover, nothing had tracks, tracks were deemed obsolete and required too much maintenance on alien surfaces then the hover engines. Each ship had a very unique but purposeful design, sleek and aerodynamic. But the key thing with every ship, they served on purpose, that was their design.

The Plasma barrel above him glowed dully as he kept his guns primed and ready for conflict no matter the situation, as of all of his squad. His squad though contained at least 30 ships that were compromised of several fractions, or as people got in the habit, a platoon, that made up a Squad.

His brows furrowed as he kept glancing to the land radar, radio signals became useless, static. "Alpha, Charlie, Gamma, do you read me?" but he was just answered in a static haze. Nothing of it was useful. He sighed deeply and switched to his Platoon compromised of 4 others in tanks. "Any luck guys? with reaching any of them?" He spoke over his intercom. He was answered by several 'no's. This worried him. Worried him greatly. The cliffs prevented them seeing the other part of the fleet. He didn't like this, the silence over the radios. He slowed his ship down. as they were gliding at half there potential. That was another great thing about these ships, they were fast when they needed to be. His hand reached out to flick a switch to general broadcasting. "I repeat, can anyone hear us!" though it was just a useless call, it was answered by another aggravating sound of static. Though he thought he heard something. His heart jumped at the sound of a faint voice over the static. He pulled the Directional Scan farther out to see how far this canyon went for, and was surprised, it opened up into a immense flat land. "Full speed, to the end of this canyon people!" he ordered over the com, no one needed to respond as they all flew with him since day 1 of this long ordeal, all good friends. Speeding towards they end of the canyon the static began to lesson. But the voice.... it wasn't what he hoped for.

"ksssshhhhhh-elp! kshhhhhhhhh" I repeat! We need assistance at Delta 4-2-Z Sector! Kshhhhhhhhhh-ealse! Orange Lead! Respond! Anyone!" a female voice yelled over the radio channels.

"Damnit!" cursing under his breath he flipped his radio and pulled the directional scan off, increasing the power of his signal. "All Units, I repeat, All unites, move to Delta 4-2-Z, its time!" He flipped his intercom off. There was no need for further orders. His squad was already on the move. Moving at break neck speed towards the position. He didn't like this at all. How long were the scions here? How long were they hiding? This was all too familiar with the Pluto attack. That spark of the memory made him tighten his grip on the control of the ship, and grit his teeth. He was not going to loose another man in this war. He will not.

"Thank God! Commander Yuri! We are immensely out numbered and taking a beating! Were not going to hold much longer! I only have Scouts and Missile boats in my command! Were not meant for this kind of contact!"

"I know soldier, I know, Just keep fighting, we will be there, all of us will. Just dont die on me!"

"Will do sir! We will give these Scions scum a fight of their lives!" then the intercom went silent. His squad audio picked up. Nothing important, just the squad members speaking to each other in hushed voices. "keep the com's clear men, were almost there..." he spoke over the coms. His order wasn't rough but it had enough strain to silent the men without another word.

The thing about the Scion ships were they were made of almost pure Bio metal, containing that there ships were dual purposed. They could morph. The ships own metal reconstructed into a deadlier version of the ship, there speed decreases but there armor and fire power were increased by uncharted numbers. Though it takes a couple of seconds to transform the ship, the only vulnerability. but unfortunately it was almost impossible to hit a transforming ship as there own squad mates would block the shots with surprising speed. The ships containing the bright yellow lining along there deep space blue hull, speckled with black mechanical parts. The Scions were stupid, and they were not weak. They were superb warriors.. and when in numbers.... there almost unstoppable.

This didn't boad well for his own men, and the lives of the fleet. They were miles from the base. Too far to call for support. It was almost impossible now, they had to fight a fighting retreat. They had no choice but to stay and fight, there was no turning back. He wasn't going to turn back and leave his men behind. He just refuses to. He will fight to the end.

[NOiSE]

Thrax had been deployed to the human world for the attack, and rather quickly put on the list. Thrax was beginning to believe that his unnatural ways had put him in a position to die and quickly. The Pariah of the fleet… that is what they called him. Nevertheless, he just let himself forget what the others called him; he was the warrior, the consummate warrior. His body was designed for nothing else but war, his body meshed with his ship, designed to him Long arms slipped onto the controls easily, and hidden, thin fingers swiftly and delicately manipulated the ship. He had already morphed it, knowing his solo mission would put him at risk, so strength far outweighed speed in this matter, and a slow approach had him better hidden from the approaching tanks. His broad shoulders and low set, flat-topped head gave him an excellent view from his monitors. He had more eyes than most needed, the warrior needed to see all. Six in total, giving him an almost three-sixty view, each eye was bright and filled with an undeniable feeling of determination.

The tanks… The Hunters. His orders. Strike the hunters, cripple the tanks. He would do just that quite effectively. He spoke the hunters’ language more than the others, part of what made him different. He would betray them into a trap… his ship sent a signal, one of theirs. In addition, his voice, made like theirs by the ships system led them astray. “Help! I need help! My ship is downed, I’m afraid… Someone help… I’m at quadrant 22-5.0 by 26-7.3!” Just short of the tanks… he let his bioship lower, out of sight. All weapons at full charge. He was the warrior, He fought alone. The deadly pariah of the fleet…

[Nexus _Inferno]

Why do they always call it Charlie? she knew the answer of course but it was something that always annoyed her, old traditions from ancient times that should have never existed and only came about for the purposes of war. Charlie was a name, her name and why it had ended up being a call-sign for a location of war she never knew but she did know she was needed.

Even though she was supposed to be performing menial recon duties in a broken down hunk of a scout ship, it was supposed to be a pretty average day out here nothing special going on but she'd been in range of the radio's when the distress call had come through from the base, her base needed help? what on earth was going on... luckily she'd nearly been back anyway. Suddenly everything seemed to go dark and she could feel the bio-metal of her ship bracing for some sort of attack confused and bewildered Charlie slowed the engines trying to figure out what was happening, the sensors hadn't picked up anything since she'd left not even the tanks that were supposed to be inbound, she could hear them quite clearly over the radios now... were they broken had she missed something?

She looked up at that moment to see for herself over the flashing console finally a reading, she was more than relived to find something... only it wasn't what she was expecting. Having ground the lonely scout ship almost to a halt by now the shadow looming overhead was more obvious, even in the swirling atmosphere outside she could make out the black shiny metal of another ship disappearing out of sight as it lowered. Then it emitted a strange cry for help, what was it doing? there was no danger here... no enemies or gunfire and it didn't look damaged. Charlie suddenly had the strange feeling it wasn't a friendly and froze what if it spotted her! was this all a trick she was compelled to find out but at the same time she felt she should remain still and quiet the ship was so close now it would be impossible to get away... what was she thinking.

It started charging power from what looked like some sort of weapon what was this thing, fearful and yet determined Charlie knew she had to act. Charlie punched in a few numbers in the console hitting buttons at a furious rate as she tried to increase power to her engines and calculate a viable method of escape so she could warn the others... "Idiot... send the message..." she cursed herself for not doing it sooner people were coming, no-one ignored a distress signal and even if it meant her life at least it wouldn't mean their senseless deaths. She quickly opened a channel having shut down the radios to keep herself hidden she called to the others slight panic in her voice "It's not USDF!... this is Scout ship Miranda, repeat It's not a USDF downed... it's something else." She knew she'd be as good as dead if she didn't move soon thundering engines were a surefire giveaway.

So as soon as she sent to call she floored it, throwing the controls into full throttle she tore past the black thing sitting below in the atmosphere its glowing weapons the only signs that it was still even there as she made a scrambling effort to get away. "You weren't supposed to be here Charlie..." she muttered angrily to herself as her panicked mind raced over the possibility of anyone finding her chewed up corpse in a flaming mess of rubble and carnage. She was expecting a crashing boom sound to tell her that she'd been hit, although she doubted it would come something that big could simply squash her tiny scout ship after all it was only meant to scan it had pathetic engines and no weapons to speak of at least none she knew of, she'd only been at this post a short while long enough to know how to use the basic systems but she'd never really experimented and put her theories into action on what the ship was actually capable of. A big fish in a tiny little bowl floating in the ocean with the sharks was a better analogy she knew she was dead but she kept going anyway hoping it was merely heaven... pfft what was she thinking, this was no heaven this barren planet wasn't anything more than hell itself reincarnated.

[Arohkien]

Everything was happening so fast, he didn't know what to make of it at the moment. The battle was furious int he gulch ahead, plasma shots and cannon concussions could be heard. The scream of missiles and the rat-ta-tat of machine guns firing up. The high pitched hums of energy turrets charging with a sound of a 'zwoom' as they released their volley. It was indeed an intense battle, orange and yellow colored ships pivoting, strafing, shooting, exploding, it was a dance of death. The blue and yellow lights flying across the colorless soil of this wasteland of the planet. They were indeed losing ships, but the Scions were suffering as well, heavily in that matter.

The tanks engines flared as they juiced them to reach there optimal velocity heading towards the gulch. Two long cylinder like tubes lifted from the chaises of the tanks platform at an 45 degree angle. He was about to give the command but a voice broke over the intercoms. He blinked, confused as all hell as his radios were to the squad only. The other squad members were equally confused. Though it was a distress signal, he gave it one minute as he gave the command.

"FIRE!"

There was a 'thwump' sound in unison as mortars were launched in the air. Another repeated sound as they backpedaled to give them some room to hit their targets. The smoke trailing from the mortars angled perfectly, designated that they struck there targets. Upon impact of the first mortar release, a high density chemical cloud shrouded over scion force, not the entire force but a good third of it, was coated in a highly volatile substance, as when the second release of mortars hit, a large explosion was released, the chemicals reacting aggressively as it tore whatever ships that were unfortunate to come into contact into another explosion. The tanks though after the second release had regained there optimal speed pivoting towards the distress signal. "Recon guys, we go in, wipe the enemies out and move to the main fo-" though he was cut off by what was more then disturbing.

"Not human?" One of the men chirped in over the coms. "Commander... what should we do? That female sounded pretty sure of herself..."

"Move to the main force. You are under my command, give the fleet the order to fall back to the base, we cant win this battle, there are just too many, and we already lost one third of our fleet according to my sensors. Ensure they get back to base."

"Yes Sir!" with that the ships turned quickly as they began to head to support the main fleet. "John stick with me, were going to check this thing out." Commander Devali spoke on with a little hesitation. He didn't know what was waiting there but he was going to find out. For the sake of his men.

"Yes sir, lead the way." John replied as he fell into formation as his right hand wing mate. He could hear the distant thrumming of engines as the scouts were beginning there retreat maneuvers of hit and runs to cripple the enemies progress. They were vulnerable but god they were fast ships. Only the pilots with fast reflexes were placed in those vessels. The Missile Scouts were reversing as there ship design allowed there engined to turn a full 180 degrees to give them that benefit when fight on open fields, as they began to launch missile after missile into the enemies hordes. He could hear the mortars of his tank squadron and second in command fleet launching into the enemies horde. He felt a little relieved now, as his men were going to survive and the majority of the fleet will as well. By now he just hoped the base got there signals back as they online the turrets and base defenses. This scion fleet was only to wipe out there own fleet, they were not deciding to blow the base into oblivion, or at least not today.

He cleared his mind though as his hands tightened on the steering console of his tank as he watched his radars, and kept his communications open and his weapons primed, they were going to be prepared for a fight, the Scion wasn't going to be able to get the surprise on them.

Even though he was warned by that scout... he was given orders on a separate channel with head quarters to inspect it. They wanted to know if it was a new ship design. But how command heard that call over the comms? God knows. Just now all he was focused on, was the fight that was quickly approaching as he and his wing mate moved to the coordinates.

[Liah]

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