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Governor: Maraxi

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1.The Holy Empire of BursamurInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Justice, Piety, Loyalty”

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The Hellcatian Empire wrote:So do we all have to type this long

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Maraxi

Quiet, For the World Is Watching
Maraxii Expansion Into Gorath

The Silent Descension was a carrier-cruiser that was assigned to Battle Group Theta, the primary offensive invasion force for the Maraxian Commonwealth. It was carrying corvettes, starfighters, and transport gunships. Under the command of Captain Telis Ashalevika, the Silent Descension was where Corporal Vera Rifakova was being taken by a shuttle, to report to her new station. She had her reassignment papers, her uniform, her dress uniform, and casuals in duffel bag at her feet. When she was let off, she took off down the maze of hallways until she found the right section, but was stopped at the door by a gruff voice.

“Who the hell are you?”
Vera snapped to attention immediately, nervous that her uniform might be even a little ruffled. The man in front of her had the insignia of a captain on his shoulder, and the look of one of those officers that took no nonsense in his unit, and she needed to make a good impression.

“Corporal Vera Rifakova, reporting to my new commanding officer Captain Orivis Yuripin and unit, sir!”

Captain Yuripin examined this woman critically. She was young for this unit, in her mid-twenties, but her record spoke for her. There was a reason the Chancellor had asssigned her to him, and after reading, he understood why.

“Corporal Rifakova, do you know which unit you are being assigned to?”

She hesitated.

“I asked you a question, corporal.”

She shook her head. “No sir. No officer would tell me, and it was not included in my reassignment papers. Only where to report.”

He nodded. “Good. They followed protocol. I read your file, corporal. You have been successful in several engagements against pirates and Selgri raiders with the Interstellar Marines, and took command of your squadron when your CO was critically injured on Outpost Delta-Six. A fine record. Your potential drew the eye of the Chancellor herself, which is why you’re being assigned to the Prizraks.”

Vera felt the breath leave her lungs as her eyes widened. The Prizraks? The Prizraks? That meant she was special forces, now. Black operations, off the books. Plausible deniability for the Commonwealth’s government of their actions. The elite of the entire Maraxian army.

The captain could see her shock and awe, and internally chuckled. He had been much the same when he had been in her position. “Alright, at ease, corporal. Come with me to the briefing room. There’s no time to stand around yapping when there’s a war to fight.”

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Vera was now seated in a meeting room with several other soldiers of the Prizraks, with Captain Yuripin standing in front of them, a hologram behind him showing their objective and plan of attack.

“The main force of the invasion is Battle Group Theta, attacking at the largest concentration of tunnels after a massive multi-day orbital bombardment will soften the Selgri defenses. They’ll be going in with drills to make room for boots on the ground, and committing to mass scale clearing of the tunnels. In-atmosphere air support will only be able to fly during the night cycle of the planet, as the sun’s rays will cook them alive. We, on the other hand, are going in covert, on the opposite side of the complex.” He pointed to a spot, which highlighted a series of tunnels far to the north of the main attack.

“This is their communications center, where transmissions for the entire planet are controlled and routed. We’re going to go in, secure it, and hold it while a team of engineers comes in and operates it. From there, the invasion will be easy as candy.”

One of the other commandos raised their hand, and the captain nodded.

“Rules of engagement, sir?”

“Personnel expendable. Weapons free as soon as we enter the complex. Don’t damage the communications equipment as much as possible, or we’lll have the engineers on our case. If there’s no other questions, you’re dismissed. Gear up, show Corporal Rifakova where to set her sh*t, and report to the corvette in 45.”
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Vera was given a bunk with the rest of the commandos, a lower one in the corner. She had a footlocker, but little time to set about putting her few belongings in it. She had to get her new uniform on. The lockers that held all of their gear weren’t far, and she found one with her name and rank emblazoned on it.

With her new unit, she donned the black jumpsuit and armor of a Prizrak, one of the most advanced rigs the Commonwealth had to offer. When she fitted the helmet over her head, the HUD lit up, giving her information about her environment. She was practically giddy.

But there was no time to celebrate, because she had an operation to undertake, now. With her gear on, she made her way to the hangar, where she saw other commandos around a corvette. A stealth corvette, to be exact. Expensive, few in number, and reserved for special operations. She supposed that was her, now.

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The insertion went without a hitch. Using the pitch blackness of the Gorathi night as cover, and their onboard stealth systems to avoid radar detection, the corvette dropped them above the insertion point, two squadrons led by Captain Yuripin. The entrance they would be using was a sewer. Vera was just glad her helmet had onboard hazard-filters, or she would be smelling the refuse. With a plasma torch, they cut their way in, wading through refuse for several minutes before coming to a maintenance hatch.

Yuripin popped it open, and they were inside the facility. With silencers attached to their carbines, they crept their way through the maze of halls, eliminating anyone they could, and avoiding patrols to negate discovery. When they raided the command center, it was open chaos from there. Vera killed seven Selgri in the operation, double tapping each to ensure they were down.

By the time the engineers got there through the same entrance to set up their own work stations, the Prizraks had defenses through the command center, to coorinate the invasion and mess with Selgri communication. This was it. From here, the Selgri would have no choice but surrender, and would be incorporated into the Commonwealth.

But the Prizrak’s role would be unmentioned, and any record of the operation swept clean. Such was the way of things for these commandos, the unsung heroes of Maraxi.

Aethridon, EXARK, and The mechlons

Maraxi fleet command

Map of Acallaris

by Maraxi fleet command

Read dispatch

Map Update

Aethridon is here with the sole purpose of figuring out that song they heard on the radio five years ago.

EXARK has come with anti-union activity and capitalism on an interstellar scale.

Maraxi has arrived and they're doing their part!

Aethridon

Yongguo

Federation Shipping

There was a loud, audible click as the freighter’s airlock connected to the spaceport. The sudden shift in weight was unnoticeable to most people, but those who had been spacefarers and ship crewmen for years were familiar with the feeling. The sudden fleeting emotion of being away at space, floating in a void of nothing, suddenly broken away by the abrupt return to civilization.

For Jing Gan, it was all that and more. The merchant captain’s heart beat a few times quicker as the ship’s crew set about doing final preparations for their portside departure. He was not afraid of it, or terrified about the idea of being grounded—even if it was a space station in orbit over Tiancui. Rather the idea of being back in port meant that the captain would need to report to his superiors, and fill out a long and uneventful flight log describing his journey and his cargo’s contents. Part of this was the incessant need of the federation to be as bureaucratic as possible about the most minor of things, ostensibly to fight piracy and smuggling, and the other part was the firm’s own desire for excellent recordkeeping.

The freighter held a crew of sixty men and women, all people that Gan worked with and knew by name. The Morrow’s Boon, as it was so fittingly named, was a sizeable merchant ship constantly on the run along the lanes from Tiancui to the neighboring sectors, where some immense colonization efforts had resulted in a major restructuring of the entire administration of the federation. Chancellor Ming Abao had run her campaign on such promises, so Gan figured it was pretty important. Especially enough to have his employers extend his contract into next year, with a hefty bonus for him to stay on as an experienced merchant captain.

He reached the front of the ship from his quarters in record time, passing by a few of his crewmates that were on their way to the hold. He gave them a quick nod and pressed on to helm, the sounds of intermittent static with irregular bursts of comms traffic growing as he did. By this point the station’s traffic controllers already had their way with the Morrow’s Boon, so neither the captain or the helmsman, Song Ru, paid it much attention.

“Everything alright?” Gan asked, shooting a look to Song Ru as he turned around.

The helmsman was a middle-aged man, his hair cut middle length. It was a professional enough look for a merchantman, but not nearly short enough for the military. Gan paid it no attention since the ship’s crew was barely military at all; he could only name about four individuals that had any experience with the fleet, and two of them were reserves at that. Ru’s uniform was plain, as worker policy did little for grandeur. His gray jumpsuit frayed towards the collar and sleeves, and altogether Song Ru carried himself with a very rough and slovenly appearance.

In contrast, Gan spent a considerable length of time taking care of himself. Partially because he had enough self-respect to bother, and partially because he met with higher-ups from corporate all the time, unlike Song Ru or the rest of the crew whose only real adventures were to the portside bar after each run. A sleek pair of glasses ran the width of his face, his hair cut short and parted to the right, and his face clean-shaven in order to invite an aura of professional conduct around himself.

“Systems are running fine, final check is good.” Song Ru replied, gesturing for the captain to wait a moment as he pulled up an image on the screen, tapping at the monitor’s interface with a few rapid motions from his fingers.

“Is that gonna be a problem?” Gan asked, taking a look at the image and glaring at the overview of the ship’s drive.

“Yeah. Xinyue hasn’t reported it yet but the drive is on the fritz again. I can tell from the fluctuations up here.”

Gan eyed him curiously.

“Really?”

“C’mon captain, I’ve been with this ship for how long now? Two years? I know it like the back of my hand. If I say the drive is skimping on the power to thrusters… then the drive’s skimpin’.”

“Alright, alright,” Gan said, holding up his hands. “I’ll have Xinyue check it over better with her team, and while we’re on the station if it needs repairs, we’ll do that.”

As Gan turned to walk away from the helm, Song Ru quickly turned off the freighter’s consoles and rose from his seat, joining him on the walk down to the airlock. Glancing over towards him Gan could tell he was still annoyed about the drive issue, and probably a lack of communication from engineering about it. He’d have to talk to Xinyue later regarding it; something he didn’t really want to do, as he stood in the airlock and listened to the heavy door seal behind them.

“Well at least it doesn’t seem to be interfering with FTL.” He said, trying to reassure the pilot.

“Yeah, sure, that’s great and all until we cruise right into a gateway because the thrusters cut out.”

Ru paused for a second as the airlock opened up, the two men walking out into the spaceport’s dock. The framework for the area was massive, stretching miles in length, with fast-moving carts attached by rail to the walkways to move crews and station personnel from place to place. The Kang Zhelan Orbital Station was one of the older and more dated designs in the federation, and it showed. Starships were required to pull right into ports; careful precision and constant cooperation with traffic controllers necessary to make the process go as smoothly as possible. Each ship fit right into a slot, and from what Gan knew, it was just like the way they used to dock seabourn ships back in the ancient days, well before the station was even up and running.

The newer stations, out on the periphery or in the colonies, had a host of advantages the Kang Zhelan Station didn’t. Number one was semi-dedicated docking for most smaller vessels, with an entire automated process with landing stations doubling as elevators to sort starships aside. Jing Gan’s choice of career had obviously brought him to them before, and he always thought they looked like great big parking garages back on Tiancui, layers and layers of ships being autonomously moved about under the feet of workers and visitors.

“Really it’s the problem of these integrated drives,” Song Ru continued, the duo stepping on one of the carts and directing it towards the elevators to the commercial and business sector. “Damn things aren’t as reliable.”

“The integrated drives are fine, Ru.”

“All I’m saying is that I prefer the engines and drive to be seperate. It’s one thing to not have FTL, but having your ship floating dead in space? Not for me.”

“I’m sure the engineers that spent years coming up with the drive, which the fleet has adopted,” Gan started with a chuckle, “have a far different opinion on the matter.”

Song Ru groaned as the two reached the elevators, enjoying a short ride up to the commercial district marked only by periodic bursts of planetside news and station reports from the speakers. As the doors opened and they stepped out, Gan immediately let out a sigh and gazed around at the hundreds of people moving through customs. The Morrow’s Boon and her crew was expected, so they were put on the fast track through and after a few minutes were unceremoniously tossed out into the berth of the station.

“Well… enjoy your meeting with the folks,” Ru said with a grin. “I’ve got a date with a bar myself. Catch you there later?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call you up once I’m done. Don’t get into any trouble and keep the rest of the crew straight.

Song Ru nodded and turned to walk away, leaving Gan standing alone for a moment as he collected his thoughts and steeled himself to deal with another round of tedious paperwork and reports.

Maraxi and Aethridon

Aethridon

The First Assault

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His skin pale, his eyes were glowing a deep crimson red, his entire body was encapsulated in pitch black armour as the ship began to hum with power, rising from a platform and beginning to move. Around him were dozens of Song soldiers, all in the same uniform with slight variations, holding their rifles with both hands and looking around the inside of the ship. Levharan held his automatic energy rifle tightly, digging his nails into the barrel as he curled his hand around it. A voice echoed of the comm line, as a juggernaut marched into the room, an enormous white and red ion cannon on his back, his hands were balled fists as he looked over at the soldiers in the room.

“Alright greenies, I’m Sertvah.” His song directed every soldier within the inside of the ship. “We’re dealing with Veratar, these asshats are pirates, four armed and eyed f*ckers.” He brought a hand over his shoulder, the ion cannon on his back attached to his gauntlet, the entire arm had glowing red lights between the joints in the juggernauts armour. “Three quarters of you are clones, so that means no one gives a sh*t about you, but to me, you’re all the same. All soldiers of our high lord’s dominion.” He gave a pause, lifting the ion cannon attached to his hand, grabbing the handle of the gun. Smiling under beneath his helmet, “now, let’s kill these pirates!”

The ship slowed in speed, Levharah turned to the rear of the ship letting out a chuckle as he sat down in the centre of the ship, lifting his gun up as large panels formed around each soldier, a glass panel in front of them giving them vision of the inside of the ship, Levharan cursed to himself. Why did he volunteer for this sh*t, he didn’t know anymore, watching as the ship slowed, almost stopping in its tracks.

“Oh f*ck this.” He said to himself, as his heart began to beat rapidly, the ship released the soldiers, sending the pods flying to the ground, and a full view of the entire planet came into view, with thousands of other pods being sent hurdling towards to enemy held world. Triangular shadows hung over the entire planet, casting enormous portions of the world into complete darkness. He looked down, looking at the amount of space left to go.

The acceleration increased as the planet pulled the pod down, cutting through the clouds. “Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t…” He continued cussing as a thruster beneath his pod slowed his impact as he passed through the clouds, smashing into the ground, he looked through the glass panel, looking out at the outside of a large encampment, foreign buildings and large anti-air cannons firing into the sky, blasting down drop pods. Levharah kicked open the door, picking up his rifle from the bottom of the pod, he stumbled out putting a hand over his head as he walked onto a grass plain.

He cautiously began walking out, as pods began to smash into the ground soldiers in the same black apparel stomped out, beginning to form up into a group. “How many of us made it!” Sertvah spoke, towering over standard infantry, counting from beneath his helmet, scanning the squadron. “Thirty-four.” He took a pause, letting out a quick sigh. “Good enough! Let’s get moving!” He called out, cocking his head and turning his entire body towards the large and heavily defended Veratar encampment. They began their approach, inside the encampment, figures within the complex looked out towards the incoming squadron, loading, and aiming their rifles.

Maraxi

The mechlons

Robots vs Pirates (Expansion)

An energetic rock tune played over the intercom aboard the self proclaimed privateer vessel “Lady Luck,” its own Captain Terrence and his crew sitting around the deck and cargo hold, bored near to death as they waited for their appointed meeting time with a prospective buyer from the rebels on Serenity. Usually, they weren’t late. They were punctual enough folk and paid well.

“I’m tellin’ you Captain, something smells fishy,” protested his First Mate Jacobs, “and I’m not talking about yesterday’s lunch.”

“I understand your concern, Mister Jacobs,” said Terrence as he leaned back in his leather swivel chair center the bridge of his freighter, “I don’t particularly like it either. Mister Daven, how late are they?”

“About ten minutes Captain,” said Daven from his station to the right side of the bridge from the Captain’s own.

“Alright, we’ll give them five more minutes then we’ll head on back to-,” the Captain began before being cut off by a loud ping from the Radar station, the rock music being cut short.

“Captain we have a signature of a ship exiting Hyperspace into the system, bearing… Z-0, X-47, Y-84.”

“Is it the resistance ship?”

“I’m checking sir,” said the Radarman as he tapped away at a few buttons on his screen. “I don’t think so. Doesn’t match the design at all. Kind of rotund and sleek. Wait… Captain, I’m getting more signatures, exiting around the vessel.”

“Sir they’re engines are firing. Registering matter impulse energy signature.”

“Good god it’s the Mechlons,” Terrence said in disbelief. “Helmsman, get us out of here. Maximum thrust. Comms, notify the fleet about the situation. We need to jump as soon as possible.”

“Energy discharge Captain,” called the Scanner.

“Shields up!”

Only a few moments later, through the forward viewing window of the bridge, blue arcs of energy glowed in the void of space in front of the massing dark metal ships. Just before they reached the Lady Luck, a dull field flashed into existence in front of them, and the bolts impacted against the shield. The display of the energy of the weapon and the shields mingling created a dazzling flash, but as it went away, bits of the shield seemed to fall apart and dissipate into the void.

“They’re using energy disruptors sir. Shields are already down to 25%.”

“Put all emergency power into the thrusters and divert prime flow to the shields, realign relative to the Mechlon Battlegroup. I don’t care about weapons, and put life support to a minimum. All hands to Battlestations! Brace for maximum acceleration”

The view through the viewing window shifted as the ship began to turn to starboard and the fleet quickly went off the edge.

“Punch it,” yelled the Captain.

Even with the gravity functioning on board the ship, the force of the ship propelling itself through space so suddenly pushed the crew back into their seats and those standing had to hold themselves in place intensely. Several of the disruptor bolts flew past the view of the window, and the shield fluctuated again.

“Shield down to 10% efficiency.”

The Commsman frantically punched in the frequency code for the fleet, missing a few numbers and cursing at himself to delete and start from scratch, till finally, he got a ping.

“Attention Brethren fleet, attention! This the Court vessel Lady Luck. We are under attack by a Mechlon Battlegroup, I repeat, we are under attack! Requesting immediate assistance!”

The field of the shield fluctuated again and almost seemed to shatter into quickly decaying particles.

“Shields are completely drained!”

Then came a terrible rattling and flickering of lights. The intercom buzzed and garbled as a voice came over it.

“Br-ge! T--s is en--eering. Dire-t hit t- th- eng-n-s!”

Another rattle

“-come in Lady Luck, respond!”

The ambient buzz of the ship's systems, and the chatter across the communications systems went dead, as did the lights, and every panel across the bridge.

“Captain, we’re dead in the void.”

“I can see that,” Terrence mumbled.

“Why aren’t we dead? Why did they just use disruptors on us?”

A black shape emerged from off the side of the view window and a bright light shot into the bridge, nearly blinding them all. Sitting in front of the window was a small object of sorts that had a round top, but a long tail and wings out the side, along with antenna extending out the bottom under a single glowing red eye.

“The hell is that thing,” asked one crew man, but the intercom crackled again, but it wasn’t the voice of anyone on the ship.

“We are the Mechlons,” it said. “Scanners have detected the presence of our technology in this system despite the lack of our presence here. Your ship bears its signature traces, as does your cargo. Such unauthorized possession of our technology is a clear and present danger to Mechlon sovereignty and security. With your ship disabled, you and your crew will relinquish your cargo peacefully and be taken into custody for interrogation. Resistance… is futile.”

“Piss off you glorified toasters,” the Captain mumbled to himself.

“Your protestations are noted, Captain Terrence of the Brethren Court ship Lady Luck, registry V-4867 under the Serenity Colonial Ship registry,” the Mechlon probe said, catching the crew off guard as it heard him. “It is our intention to discover from where you have acquired our technology, scanners signifying manifest data to be from shipments thought lost. You will help us. You will tell us all you know.”

Off in the distance came the shining of light as the Lady Luck’s home fleet exited hyperspace from the far side of the system.

“You will tell your fleet to call of its attack, or it will be destroyed. Those who surrender will be taken into custody and not be harmed. Those who fire upon our ships, will be destroyed. Power will be restored to your ship, but do not make any attempt to escape. Such action will result in severe consequences.”

The lights of the bridge flickered back on, as did the frantic shatter over the communications system from the rest of the fleet.

“Relay the message,” Terrence said to the Comms officer.

“Aye sir,” he nodded and went about his duty.

What followed could only be described as a sad sight, as only about a quarter of the fleet began to turn to avoid the Mechlons, but the rest floated on with the tell tale signs of weapons fire from rail guns and auto turrets.

Coming into view from overhead was the forward section of the Mechlon Battlecruiser, the weapons from the fleet impacting against the shields of the ship, but not seeming to phase it, as came the discharge of far more lethal Mechlon weapons and missiles fired out, along with that from other ships alongside it.

Needless to say, those that survived, complied, and their ships taken, with the Mechlon Battlegroup staying behind as an escort fleet came to take the prisoners away, forming a patrol group to secure the system for their scouts and construction units.

Aethridon

The Prides of Yazata

Drink up me hearties yoho!
With a bright flash of light the armed merchantman, an old retrofitted Q-ship of originally EXARK make, appeared out of FTL in the darkness of space.

“Just five more jumps and then we’ll be loaded.” sighed the ship’s captain Coglin while staring at a long empty bottle of hard liquor. They were more or less running on fumes and a third or the crew was gone but their cargo hold was loaded with high end equipment and ship parts that would sell for a fortune in the outer rim. And the fact that they were less bodies now just mean that there were more for everyone to share.

“Sensory contact!” Shouted Luis in charge of communications and sensors. “Damn, they are hitting us hard with scans. Give me a….”

“What?” Coglin rose up and walked over to the coms station. “This is dead space. Who could?”

Luis was pushing buttons and mumbled in frustration. “Scans says it’s big.. at least a destroyer or a light cruiser even… But the transponder signal says Frigate…Thymári class... Meagre Shrimp Hwajae...?” the computer beeped dismissively and Luis hit the console. “Nothing in the database. It sure isn’t EXARK nor Maraxi.”

“You blasted fool that’s a....”

“They are hailing us!” Luis interrupted and attuned the main display to the incoming call. “As well as going full speed towards us! She’s pulling some steady accel.”

The incoming call connected and the main display came to life. Revealing an abysmally lit space containing the contours of what appeared to be a human female, although her face were enshrouded in shadow. “Good evening.” sounded a merry female voice on the verge of an amused laughter. “This is a random and involuntary customs inspection! Please remain calm, resistance is optional and prepare your cavities for a thorough search!”

The glib attitude caused Luis by the com to turn redder with every word and he finally snapped. “Who in tarnation do you think you are you ho...”

“Shut up!” Boomed Coglin as he hit Luis in the back of the head with such force that the man got knocked out cold.

“A sensible sport! I like that regretfully.” echoed a laugh from the woman on the incoming ship. “Just sit tight and we’ll be there shortly.”

“It’s a bloody Yazata ship...” Coglin cursed, his brow covered in cold sweat. The other crew members on the bridge looked with dawning uncertainty at their leader. “Get everyone up here and no funny business!”

“Smart move!” laughed the female voice. “I shall hide my dissapointemnt.”
Coglin looked at the dark image as she spoke. Her jovial tone casing cold dread to run down his spine. As she spoke she moved her head. Bringing it out of the shadows for just a moment. Black hair and fair skin. Half of it was indeed human. The other half was metal and chrome.

“Do try and test which got the most bite. Your guns our ours.” She smiled, revealing rows and rows of metallic shark like theeth. Coglin ordered the thrusters to be turned off and the woman talked about the intricacies of card games for the time it took for the two ships to meet up.

It felt like an eternity as the docking process was initiated. Coglin repeatedly found himself holding his breath as he tried to keep up appearances in front of the crew. With Yazatans things could end just fine but they were also just as likely to end in a complete bloodbath.

“Don’t!” he shouted as one of the men reached for the airlock controls as the docking system declared a successful coupling. “They need to see that we offer symbolic resistance...”

Everyone jolted back as white hot molten metal sparkled far and wide when an automatic blow torch started eating away at the main airlock from the other side.
Coglin felt his breath turning laboured. His mind went fuzzy. He was twelve again. Back on a grease smelling freighter and shivering with fear under a grating walkway. The shadow of a Salirasiin shaped nightmare haunting his memories. “Whatever you do, don’t shoot. Whatever comes through that airlock, don’t go for your guns.”

The blowtorch finally completed its work and the cut out airlock flew inwards with an explosive bang and white smoke.

“Easy now guys.” Echoed the madwoman over the still open communications channel.

First out of the airlock came three Veratar in thick body armour and short barreled CQB carbines. Then possibly two humans although they were two armoured to be sure. Thirdly came a hulking Qorax with a Vungrin on his shoulders next to what appeared to be a droid. It’s legs and arms were but skeletal metall but the center mass was just bulbous enough to be able to house some kind of organic life and Coglin wouldn’t be surprised if it did.

Two more Vungrin and two human females all dressed up in battle ready skin suits walked past and appeared to head straight for the cargo hold without batting an eye. One of Coglin’s men made a move to try and stop them but his comrades next to him put their arms on his shoulders. It didn’t matter. The last of the two females blew him an air kiss and suddenly he found himself staring straight into the toothy face of the Qorax.

“Not looking to share?” asked the blue skinned giant. His voice raspy as sandpaper.

“We share all. Metall, bread and air!” Interjection Coglin.

The Qorax looked at him with a curious smile and the thing that looked like a droid soon appeared by his side. “You know our customs?” it asked with a voice synthesizer that could be either fully artificial or something else.

“A little.” Coglin replied. Fully aware that he had just staved off pandemonium from erupting.

“Looks like you’re quite the catch, Captain.” said the madwoman over the coms. She appeared looking down at some other screen away from the camera. “Tweedledum and Tweedledee here are quite happy with your inventory. It’s kind of you to share it with the family. EXARK will be so happy once we’ve collected the finder’s fee. I suppose we’ll need some tokens or scalps as well.”

She smiled her shark like smile. Her face covered in shadow so only her teeth gleamed. “You haven’t thought of converting have you?”

Maraxi, Aethridon, and Bursamur

The Prides of Yazata

New home, New bunk, New friends
Luca had walked down long and cramped corridors filled with naked pipes and wires. She was guided by a yellow line on the ground that was projected through one of her implanted robotic eyes on her temples. In her work as an interface engineer her two extra tiny black eyes were there to help with information gathering across big console interfaces with hundreds of buttons and dozens of displays. For now they simply showed her the way through the underbelly of the massive battleship’s crew quarters. The corridors were calm. Since leaving the docking bay she had only encountered a handful of new ship mates. A group of three vungrin had ran past her in a laughing hurry without taking notice. Some time later came a hulking Qorax that gently carried a napping Genna, the slang term for someone that had undergone excessive of personal genetic modification. In this case the Genna was probably a human but the face was strangely feline and a long and furry tail stretched from her back and all around the Qorax’s neck. Luca had smiled in a knowing greeting to the blue skinned reptile. Everyone had their burden to bear and the unknown strangers continued on on their way.

The corridor was hot and dry as thermal dissipation was always an issue. Air pumps and ventilation systems connected to massive CO2 scrubbers that were usually down on eternal maintenance cycles during calm cruises were facts of shipboard life. The heat didn’t bother Luca much though in her double tank tops and tied at the waist coverall. Her artificial arms were both split in two to help carry her packing. One duffle bag that contained all her private belongings. One bag containing her personal armour set and a third bag containing her named rifle. A close to self built deathbringer that she was mighty proud of. Based on reworked personal defence PPG for close quarters combat with and added EXARK wrist mounted Flechette gun that she had had to rebuild from the ground up to fit the original PPG. It was a bit heavy for its size but Luca loved it and had named it Sayida. Not the most original of names but still the one she had picked.

She was excited over her new home. The cold pipes heavy with history as she walked down the corridors. Luca had been on a number of frigates, destroyers and even a cruiser but this was her first battleship. And the Krahia-rejimi was an old one. Luca had tried to dig up the original construction date but to no avail. She was at least 60 years and retrofitted so many times that the number no longer carried any meaning.She suspected that there wasn’t a single screw left that had originally been there at construction. A true Theseusian paradox in the flesh like most Yazatan ships. Unless they were blown up, unless their fusion bottles failed and went supernova Yazatan ships served for eternity. For as long as they could fight they fought. And when that was no longer an option they housed people, carried supplies and food stuff. As long as they could enter a hyperlane they would have a purpose.

She found herself standing in front of the metal door that represented her new end goal. Her new bunk room. She hesitated on what to do. Turning up her wrist mounted computer it’s display came to life and the KrewKrew app showed the last messages that had been sent between her and her coming bunk mate.

>Luca. >> Shuttle just got cleared. about to hit the docking bays! (⁀ᗢ⁀)
>Savin >> Playing Pyramid. Might be late..
>Luca. >> oh (︶︹︺) well I’ll see you later then!

That had been 45 minutes ago, give or take, and Luca wondered if she should just walk in or send a message first. The she shrugged, thought from her own experience that Pyramid games always ran long since the defeated team always wanted a rematch, and so she pressed the button for the door to pen. With a hissing sound the metallic door slid open and into the wall. Revealing a cramped two bunk room with one bed to either side and a bare chested Savin with his waist wrapped in a towel. His amber golden eyes meet her deep pools of green.

“Oh, hi!” Luca said, her thoughts completely derailed by the situation. This was not how she had imagined her first meeting with her new bunk mate. At least not her serious thoughts. “I thought you’d be late?”
“I thought you’d be quick.” he replied with a casual smirk. He looked remarkable unmodified for a human. Given there existed gene purists to but Luca had hardly ever seen one and Savin didn’t even appear to have tattoos. His dark side cut hair was still damp from the showers.

Someone heavily armoured walking past in the corridor and pushed Luca out of the way which ended with her taking a pair of stumbling steps into the room. The sliding door closing behind her after trying to snag her backpack. Standing face to face with Savin Luca bit her lip. Savin nodded towards the door, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “I think Ilari likes you.” he mused as he turned to find some clothes in his personal cabinet.

Luca frowned and put down her things on the left side bed that was obviously vacant. Her arms finally free of their burdens they could once more join together and four became two with a silent click. She looked over to the other side. Savin was just closing his cabinet back again. Right above his bed was a black burn mark from a PPG shot. Savin turned around. His chest obscuring the black mark. Luca laughed.

Savin raised a dark questioning eyebrow.

Luca sat down on the bed. Holding out her hands as if gripping a gun and aimin for Savin’s chet. Her fingers lined up perfectly with the burn mark. “What?” Luca laughed, hugging her stomach. “You dark charm didn’t work on the previous tenant?”

“I’d say it worked too well.”

Luca laughed bemused. Her arms splitting once more and starting to unpack her bags while tying up her messy lilac bangs with a hair pin. “That explains the warning labels on your KK account. You’re a little Jaow Chew.”

Savin dropped down on his own bed and pulled out a rifle cleaning kit. “I take it that’s why we’ve been put together.” He noted offhandedly.

Luca smiled, rolling a Flechette shell between her fingers, and stuck her tongue out. “I might be bulletproof, but I won’t stop you from trying.”

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