Scattered Through Time

[Guest Levy]

Aboard the Sovereign ship.

The ship was not that of any organic design. It was best suited for mass energy transit. Being as they were beings of pure energy, they had no need for the restrictions of organics.

Aboard the ship, each being behaved in unison with the others. They were one.

Hm, a barrier around the planet. This is unfortunate, for we need to have the area clean. Well, time to deal with it.

The Sovereign ship spread massive appendages from the side of the ship and held them outstretched toward Earth. The energy forming the barrier began to flux to the ship, then, in an instant it, was absorbed and launched into deep space.

Foolish beings, we are Sovereign of this space. Nothing shall stand in our way.

The massive arms curled back into position and the Sovereign ship remained still in orbit.

 

The three Sovereign followed silently, not knowing the extent of their visit and how it would potentially effect them.

[antiaircraft]

The Chraxon soldiers politely led the Sovereigns through the corvette's neatly designed interior, arriving at the hangar bay just as another, even larger impact shook the entire ship. The lights flickered for a moment, then switched to an emergency red.

 

"We appear to have lost the circuitry for some of our minor life support systems due to a severe hit from a Che-jan electromagnetic missile close to our starboard engine array," the Chraxon leader explained after conversing with one of the engineers for about 25 milliseconds. "We apologise once more, but there is nothing we can do about it at the moment. But don't let this impede your task - C is right over in the third maintenance section." The Chraxon gestured towards a small section of the hangar marked out by pale warning lines on the floor. Several Chraxon were clustered around it, including Hyemist, who noticed the new arrivals after a few seconds and hurried over to greet them.

[Guest Levy]

The Sovereign went to the metallic lump on the ground, Kait crying on top of it.

One of the Sovereign bent on one knee and put its hand on her shoulder.

She jumped.

"I am sorry, there is nothing I can say to make you feel any better." it said.

"He died because of me!" she cried.

"No, he was dead a long time ago Kait, he was only a world with a new atmosphere. It isn't the world that brings life, its the air that gives life the ability to breathe."

She turned to it and hugged it, crying on its shoulder. She sought comfort, she couldn't get it from a lump of cold metal. The Sovereign returned her embrace.

"You organics are capable of great devastation, and great beauty. Total annihilation and birth."

One Sovereign came closer to C and placed its hand on his head. It immediately turned red and backed off in fear.

It... it... its her!!!!!!

What do you mean?

Her!!! She's here!

Impossible!

We need to get her out!

 

((A few notes, Sovereign is plural and singular with this, no need for an S. And the bit of dialog at the end is between the other two Sovereign, not the one comforting Kait.))

[antiaircraft]

Throwing itself into a series of complicated spirals and loops, the Chraxon corvette wove its way through a concentrated flurry of barrages from the two destroyers that had been attempting to finish it off. The pilot of the craft, like any Chraxon pilot, was extremely skilled in the arts of manoeuvring a ship through hazardous environments, but the main reason the corvette was still largely intact was due to Asyphar's constant guidance. However, Asyphar was not giving any particular attention to this one ship - every craft in the Chraxon force was receiving the same level of tactical advice from the skilful commander, from unmanned scout ships to the nest ship itself, regardless of strategical significance.

 

As the corvette finally pulled clear of its attackers, barely scraping past the huge flaming wreck of a Che-jan battlecruiser, and headed to dock with the Achyndar, several of the Chraxon crew members watched Asyphar's all-too-familiar battle trance with concern, but they knew better than to disturb him.

[Guest Levy]

The other Sovereign placed its hand on C's head and its hand glowed white.

I have her, we need to go now.

Wait, there's still the information we need.

Let the organics find it, we got what's important. Central won't be disappointed.

By your lead.

The two Sovereign gestured the comforter and it waved them off.

You two go, I'll stay here.

[antiaircraft]

Hyemist moved up to the two Sovereign and bowed a formal yet still fluid soldier's bow. "Thankyou for gracing our craft with your presence. Do you wish to be escorted back to the area where your ship is?"

[Guest Levy]

"Yes, please." Said the lead, "Our companion has decided to stay aboard, if he becomes a nuisance, send it back. It understands this."

[antiaircraft]

"Your kind advice is acknowledged," said Hyemist, "Follow me and I will guide you back." She set off rapidly along one of the ship's corridors just as the corvette's lighting finally reactivated.

[Guest Levy]

As they got to the location, their oxygen shells phased off and their true energy forms floated through the hull and into their pods. They then unclasped the hull and set off for the Sovereign ship.

Unfortunately, they had become a target...

[antiaircraft]

However, the Sovereign's luck wasn't completely bad - as they drifted out towards their ship, a flight of Chraxon fighters peeled of from one of the squadrons defending the corvette and moved into an escort position. Only the best treatment for guests. Asyphar thought in mild amusement as he turned his concentration back to the battle.

[Guest Levy]

The pods returned to the Sovereign ship and the beings instantly recombined into the whole.

About three seconds after doing so, the once blue lines that stretched the outer surface shifted to a darker red and some areas began to glow white. The ship gave out a roar on all frequencies, heard by all receivers within forty astronomical units. The arms of the craft uncurled and they targeted the largest Che-jan ships. The tips of the arms lit up and beams of intense light emitted from the ends, tearing holes through several of the largest ships like butter. The weapon was almost identical to the weapon used by C which caused his demise.

After the explosions, more radio emissions of roars from the ship.

The Sovereign ship was on a rampage.

[Midtime]

NightStar was worried. Very worried.

The new arrivals - a single ship, no more - had already destroyed his barrier and had proceeded to wrecking his ships. The pilots were, as expected, making desperate suicide runs, but these appeared to have no effect.

The idea of running never occurred to him. Che-jan did not run.

Perhaps... it is time I took action. Personally.

He extended a clawed appendage. A nebula gathered out of the abyss, growing and compressing itself into a sphere that began to shine as it became larger and larger. When the miniature star had grown to about the size of the capital ship he was in, he launched it at the Sovereign vessel.

 

((What's going to happen when "She" comes? What will the Che-jan notice?))

 

 

Echo had felt uneasy in the presence of the new arrivals. But as they had approached the metal behemoth ((C, if there is any doubt)) he had felt something entirely new.

A sense that something new was about to come into his universe. Something of cold, hard, white purity, cleansing through obliteration...

[antiaircraft]

"Hello again, esteemed guests - this is a Chraxon communications officer you are speaking to. We have no wish to offend you, but we would sincerely appreciate it if you clarified your current intentions so as to better allow us to avoid impeding your progress."

 

Mird watched the events unfold in the stiff, cold silence that he retreated to whenever he had nothing to do or say. He had watched the odd boy carefully over the past few hours, and it had long ago become clear that he was a great warrior and leader, a person worthy of Mird's protection. Since he had few other viable options, Mird decided that he would stay by the boy's side, guarding the boy with his life until a better alternative presented itself.

[Guest Levy]

"WE ARE SOVEREIGN! WE BRING PEACE TO PLACES OF WAR! OUR MOTHER HAS BECOME ONE WITH US AND ALLOWED US TO BECOME AWARE OF THIS WAR!" The booming voice shouted through the waves.

Then a female voice, the equivalent of Kait's, "THEY HAVE TAKEN HIM, NOW SO SHALL I THEM!"

Then the booming voice and Kait's voice, "WE ARE SOVEREIGN!!!"

The mini star halted, then spin around into a maelstrom as the Sovereign ship absorbed it. With the newly gathered energy, it unleashed a massive blast at the offending Che-jan capital ship.

 

((Sorry for the confusion, let me explain. C had an AI within his electronic mind, without which his movment would have been impossible. That AI took the form of Kait. Kait's voice, personality, her very essence. The Sovereign came with a purpose, without liberating that AI from the shell of C then they wouldn't have existed. All Sovereign originated from her, they are her, she is them. That is how they know of C's weapon, and their armor is made from a perfected version of C's. They are the ultimate power in the universe they originate. This is only one, there are millions from the future they came.))

 

The space around the Earth began to distort, and the view of a hundred Sovereign ships fazed into existence for a split second, just enough time for the blast to be lost in another time. The capital ship remained undamaged.

 

((The fabric of time has begun to decay, now this is when Yema's Mother will take notice.))

 

Oh, she has failed me...

A streak of bright blue light lit up the center of the universe, and it shot toward the Milky Way.

[Midtime]

NightStar's dorsal spines flicked. A second star coalesced, this time larger, and already moving at ten times the speed of the first by the time it was fully formed - but this time it was joined by several unlucky Chraxon capital ships, plucked from their positions in an instant to impact at impossible speeds on the Sovereign's shield. Simultaneously, a stream of thin energy, but growing wider by the second, was teased from the energy barrier, twisting into an invisible glowing sphere as it was siphoned...

But even NightStar in his battle frenzy could not ignore the fact that each of the ships, at varying intervals in time - though time meant nothing now - teleported ten kilometres backwards in their trajectory, excepting one, which appeared on the other side of the Sovereign vessel without any damage whatsoever being done, nor that the miniature sun suddenly turned red, grew massive, ejected its shells of helium, shrunk, became a pulsar as fast as a dynamo, turned pure white, and cooled to black, all before it reached the Sovereign shield, rather than in the billions of years it should have taken, nor that the spiraling ball of shield energy vanished altogether.

And he knew what was happening, for the tales of it had found its way, though distorted and vague, into the legends of every sentient race ever to exist. It had taken on many names: Armageddon, the Final Judgment, Chera-haikran, the Beginning of the End, but it all boiled down to one thing:

 

The end of life as we know it.

[antiaircraft]

Asyphar was the picture of absolute focus as he shifted the Chraxon fleet to support their new allies. The combined might of the Sovereign and the Achyndar's numerous gravitational disruptors ((the devices used to create the small black holes it fires)) were taking a particularly heavy toll on the Che-jan. The ferocious warriors, however, were far from beaten, and every being in the Solar System, Chraxon, human, or otherwise, felt a deep sense of foreboding nestled down in their subconscious.

 

Time is running out. But for what? Asyphar wondered.

[Guest Levy]

Out of no where, a bright discharge of static energy ripped through space, right through the Sovereign ship. Over the communications, a shrill cry was heard then an immense light radiated from where the Sovereign ship once held a line.

 

Moving through space at the speed of light, the Sovereign, which were once as one, were now individuals. They had little time to react. Many were lost as they could not stop themselves from escaping the inner space towards infinity. But the few that managed to collect as much debris as they could became solid enough to slow down. Several of these crashed into the hulls of Che-jan vessels and tore at the hulls as they struggled to maintain their form. But they had no form to begin with, nothing but energy trying to avoid the laws of physics. It would be almost impossible.

 

One managed to tear a hold through the lead Che-jan ship and entered the upper decks. As it stayed stationary in the corridor as the atmosphere escaped, it continued to collect matter. From the spare atoms of oxygen to weapons and shrapnel. As the last molecules of air left the corridor, it stood. The behemoth was over 14 feet tall and weighed over four tons. It let out an inaudible yell then began to tear though the ship corridor by corridor.

[antiaircraft]

Every ship in the Chraxon fleet shuddered as its shields caught the overspill from the massive static discharge. Panicked voices began to spread through the communications channels like a malignant virus, but they were quickly stemmed by Asyphar's calm, clear voice. "Go to protocol status 188B, lock in and form. We still have a duty to perform."

[Guest Levy]

The behemoth met little resistance as it blew its way though the ship. Each hole decreased the ship's overall atmosphere, and each new room it entered, whether it contained lifeforms or not, would almost instantly lose all it's atmosphere as soon as the walls, doors, and corridors were breached. It had no clue where it was going, but it knew if it destroyed this ship then the odds will be in favor of peace. A body cannot function without the head.

[antiaircraft]

((Hmm... I wonder just how mad NightStar can really get?))

 

Forming multiple wedge formations, the Chraxon ships began to slowly advance toward the Che-jan fleet. The manoeuvre was focused on a group of several cruisers, moving in sync with the Achyndar, whose long range weaponry was already beginning to hammer the nearest Che-jan capital ships. The enormous nest ship led the way, its massive silhouette shielding squadrons of fighters from enemy weapons while they launched and powered up their shields. A careful observer would have noticed something unusual near the rear of the ship - a large black patch appeared to be forming on one of the elegantly swept back plates making up the Achyndar's external superstructure. But a closer examination would reveal that it was a lot more than a simple black patch - a special breed of Chraxon was hatching, one which none of the queens had felt the need to hatch in hundreds of millennia...

[Guest Levy]

One of the few Sovereign remaining landed on the hull of the Achyndar. It was losing its stability as its gathered atoms from debris became lost to the vacuum of space. Knowing this was an ally vessel, tearing into it would be an act of betrayal, even if it was a life threatening situation. It decided to take an enormous risk. The special pods the Sovereign use for boarding allow them to pass through objects by means of lowing their energy wavelength. Without the pods, this stunt can be fatal 67% of the time. But given that being lost to the void of space is worse, it had no other choice. It had only 1.125 nanoseconds to complete this. It forced the gathered debris off its being and lowered its wavelength to the power of radio waves. It directed itself as much as it could into the ship and as soon as it was in it gathered as much of the atmosphere as it could, but not so much as to effect the total atmosphere of the ship, to create a temporary body. It was now a passenger of the Achyndar.

[Loc]

((Whatever happened to mai dude, just wondering))

[antiaircraft]

((Erm, your dude is still in the hanger bay with Echo, Yema, and Hyemist - speaking of which, shouldn't Levy be taking Yema since Morgan is no longer participating in this RP?))

 

The black patch on the Achyndar's hull began to spread rapidly, as hundreds of individual Chraxon scuttled to the surface and flexed huge, rigid, matte-black wings. Dotted among the overwhelming pool of black were a number of light blue specks - much smaller messenger Chraxon were racing back and forth throughout the maze of passages that made up the nest ship, chattering excitedly to each other in the Chraxon language. Of course, the important news would have to be relayed to the commander first - he was the one who would know how to best employ the new arrivals.

[Midtime]

((@AA: Nightstar can get very, very mad. And he's almost as insane as a TDNF member.))

 

Nightstar's ship shuddered. The atmosphere venting began to slow as emergency measures were taken, but the Che-jan capital ship would most probably be recycled - if and when it reached a safe harbor.

Nightstar's original contempt and self-assuredness had faded totally. His power was ebbing away. He couldn't maintain this for much longer. But though he understood this subconsciously, the thought of withdrawing never entered his mind.

The end was coming, but he would not withdraw. Che-jan are not defeated. Che-jan are supreme! But doubts of this, too, had entered his mind. The thought sounded hollow. Did it really matter if the Che-jan won a small victory such as this, if the galaxy was destroyed? All that would be left of the Che-jan would be... nothing, a scrap, a remnant, only endured because it posed no threat.

Yes.

He came to a last, crazy conclusion. If the empire was going to die, then he would like to be remembered as one who fought to the very end.

Ignoring the feeling that wore at his resolve, he gave the order, to all the Che-jan ships. "Transfer all shield energy to your weapons! Attack the fleet with all your might! We will be victorious!"

 

He gave an earsplitting, screeching, howling Che-jan battle cry, joined by millions of other voices, all murder and bloodshed and predatory intent.

[antiaircraft]

Asyphar watched the massive eruption of energy as the Che-jan ships opened fire. From this distance, the huge barrage of devastating blasts looked like one massive, unstoppable pulse of energy. The capital ships near the front of the formation had already braced for the impact, as per his orders, and the craft further back in the formation were following suit. However, there was no fear or anxiety among the ranks of Chraxon manning the fleet. They had all heard the news, in quiet rumours at first, and afterwards from the vocal organs of passing messengers. The Vinyr have hatched!