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Post by The Great MM on Apr 1, 2009 21:55:57 GMT -5
As the events in Philadelphia played on the screen from various hidden weapon groups hidden in the air, a voice called out from the technicians... "We've detected another, sir!" It shouted, bringing up a screen of Earth with a red triangle on the upper side, showing, approximately, where they were.
"Signature shows Bar... Barto... Bartosian." It said...
Saberon raised his brow. "Looks like we're finally not alone." The tyrant sneered, "Send a transmission, see if they accept."
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Post by yaburu on Apr 2, 2009 17:29:27 GMT -5
On the bridge of the massive Kay-Un Risa, Supreme Commander Dore-Ay's attention was drawn to the insesent beeping of a console to the left of him.
"Trooper, what's going on?" he demanded.
"We're receiving a transmission from the Klenthurian ship orbiting Earth, sir." The trooper responded.
"Oh, blast!" Dore-Ay muttered. "And my wife gets sick on the day I need her most. Just perfect. I'm a warrior, not a grand-cursed diplomat. Bah. Accept the transmission, I'll just have to deal with them myself. Who's leading the Klennies??"
Another trooper began sifting through files they had on the Klenthurians, and found what he needed.
"Saberon...T-Tech...Tek...Te-chovay?"
Dore-Ay just sighed. "I'll just stick with Saberon." He said, a scowl on his face as he sat down in the large chair in the center of the bridge. "Send this to the Klennies: Great Klenthurian Empire, and it's great leader Saberon, I am Supreme Commander Dore-Ay, of the Bartosian Empire. I, and my warriors, have come to join you in your crusade to plunder this primitive planet. I bring with me the greatest warriors in all the universe, and the most powerful war machines ever created!"
Making a slashing motion across his throat, the communications master understood and sent the transmission.
Sighing again, he turned to a young Bartosian woman serving him personally. "Lay-Ta, go check on my wife, see how she is feeling, and inform her of the situation. I'd much rather she deal with the Klennies then me."
Lay-Ta put a hand on her right breast, the traditional acknowledgment gesture from a Bartosian woman to a male, and left the bridge.
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 2, 2009 20:20:26 GMT -5
Dore-Ay's words rang loud in Saberon's ears, but the ruler just snickered, exposing a white tooth before licking his chops and yawning. The screen next to the battle opened up, and a static-filled image showed himself as he transmitted back.
"Save your threats for those they scare." He warned, "Save your governments for those that need it, and save your women for the night we win." The tyrant remained silent for a few seconds, "You're mammals. Our type of food source, and yet we still know your kind and have remained.... at peace... for a good time, probably because we never have had any contact... Until now."
Saberon reached to his side. A loud screech came from off the screen before the tyrant pulled up a frenzied, almost beetle-like insect that was as large as his hand. Bringing it up to his maw and taking over half of it into his maw and chomping it, Saberon continued, spitting out chunks of black exoskeleton and goo as he did. "We are known as the intergalactic plague. We have raped planets by the thousands, leaving entire races forgotten without a name. We desire Earth for one thing: food."
The tyrant put the rest of the insect in his jaws and chewed and swallowed. "I come with a deal. Help us win, not this Alliance, and you can have the Earth and its resources, all we want are its people."
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Post by yaburu on Apr 3, 2009 10:44:24 GMT -5
Dore-Ay scowled. Intelligence on the Klennies was somewhat limited, as Bartosians don't make the best spies. They tend to stick out wherever they go, which make blending in to where they go difficult. But the info he did have on the Klennies did indeed suggest that they use mammalian races as a food source.
Dore-Ay rubbed his chin and pondered. If he accepted this offer, he'd be condemning an entire race of people to a horrible death. What good are the resources of this planet if there were no inhabitants to hand them over? The Bartosians could just transfer people over to this planet, but that kind of an operation might take up more resources then we'd be gaining.
"You there, Grunt" he said, addressing a young Bartosian solder heading the comm. "Send this to the Klennies: Lord Saberon, I must confer with my consul and weigh all the options before I can make any kind of a decision like that. I'll contact you once a decision has been made."
Again, the slashing across the throat, and the message was sent.
"Summon all senior officers, now!" he ordered.
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 3, 2009 16:38:35 GMT -5
Saberon clicked his teeth. "Well don't think too damn much about it!" he yelled, "I may just change my mind and throw you into the grinder also!" Saberon leaned forward, "It's a yes or no question."
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Post by yaburu on Apr 3, 2009 19:57:02 GMT -5
Dore-Ay merely growled as he got up from his chair and headed to the conference room, directly adjacent to the bridge. Sitting at one end of a large square table, Dore-Ay only had to wait a few moments before everyone else made there way in.
“Sit. All of you. We have things to discuss. Saberon of the Klennies has made us an offer. The Klennies want to eat the Earthlings. We want its resources. He proposes that we help HIM, specifically, take the Earth. The Klennies will turn all the humans into chow, while we then take the resources.”
There was a silence as the Senior Officers took this in. Finally, one spoke up. “That’s not how we do things, sir. We’re Bartosians. We conquer, we subjugate, we dominate, but we DON’T commit genocide!”
There were murmurs of agreement from the other officers before another spoke up. “And how do we know we can trust the Klennies? All intelligence we have on Saberon suggests that he’s not to be trusted.”
There were more mutterings and growls of approval. Dore-Ay spoke up. “I believe in this case, we could trust him. As long as we’re useful to him, he wouldn’t betray us. But what happens AFTER our usefulness to him has run out? Does he betray us then?”
“I think he would.” The first Officer said, speaking to all in attendance. “I was on the bridge when Dore-Ay spoke to him. He disrespected him with every word, and threatened him as well!”
There were exclamations of anger before Dore-Ay’s eyes glanced across everyone in the room, making them feel uneasy and quieting them. “Saberon’s words were nothing more then the words of a tyrant attempting to make himself sound superior. He doesn’t scare me. But regardless, his words did leave a bad taste in my mouth.”
He turned to his combat specialist. “Compile all known information on Klenthurian war tactics, weapons, strengths and weaknesses. I want to know…” Dore-Ay looked around at the Officers, and then smiled slyly. “…I want to know how little time it would take us to crush them underfoot if the need ever arises.”
Boisterous laughter erupted from all present, Dore-Ay included. “We will go with plan, but modified. We will help the Klennies take a portion of the Earth’s population, but we’ll insist on a portion being spared. These will become our subjects once we’ve claimed the world. Dismissed.”
Dore-Ay headed back out to the bridge and motioned to his communications officer. Understanding immediately, he opened a channel to the Klenthurians.
“Lord Saberon!” Dore-Ay began his voice strong and authoritive. “I have come to a decision. A planet without subjects to rule is a pointless endeavor for the Bartosians. We agree to let you harvest a portion of the population, but you must agree to leave a portion unharmed to become our subjects. This is our offer.”
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 3, 2009 22:58:36 GMT -5
Saberon sneered as he toyed with the reverse offer. Without warning, the reptile's head tilted back, spilling with laughter of that of a deranged psychopath. Not five seconds later, his face became serious again, staring straight into the camera...
"Well YOUR offer ain't good enough!!" He barked loudly, "We'll let you keep half of the human race, but in return, we want half of one of your dominated races, preferably mammalian or crustacean." The tyrant licked his finger with a flat, forked tongue, "Finger licking good they are!"
As the tyrant spoke, Dr. Ackert appeared on the side of the camera claiming "It's ready!"
The creature's brow rose and looked at the human, and then back at the camera. "Yes, that's right, we are utilizing a human. We have promised him no harm, just as I can promise you no harm will come to... your kind... if you agree to join with us and not the Alliance specifically." Both sides remained silent for a few seconds, "I suggest we finish this up face to face." Saberon cut the feed, but suddenly turned it back on, "And oh. There's a battle raging in the city known as Philadelphia. Help us win it and you will only earn my trust."
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Post by yaburu on Apr 4, 2009 14:59:55 GMT -5
Dore-Ay’s eyes narrowed as the screen went dead. “My patience with that maniac is wearing thin.” He said through clenched teeth.
“There’s no way you can approve the act of just handing over half the population of one of our worlds, you just don’t have that kind of authority!” The pilot said.
“Nor would I even if I could.” Dore-Ay said calmly with a sneer. “Once a world has been conquered by the Bartosian Empire, it, and its population are from that point on considered under our protection. Many have been the time we’ve crushed the armies of other worlds for attempting to attack the population of a world we own. I’d never hand over even a single citizen of one of our worlds to that frothing lunatic.”
There was a silence on the bridge for a moment before Dore-Ay’s Sub-Commander spoke up. “What do we do then sir? What’s your next move?”
Dore-Ay sighed. “Invite the Klennie over to our ship to continue negotiations. And order our chief medical technician to do whatever it takes to get Yay-Ann back on her feet. I NEED her to take over the negotiations if we’re going to do them face to face. If I do them, I’ll wind up snapping that Saberon’s neck. Tell him he’s welcome to bring with him 5 guards, armed only with whatever they use as a gun. Inform him that he, his guards, and whatever vessel he uses to come over here will be thoroughly searched, as is standard for anyone coming to our ships. Also inform him of the likelihood of my wife taking over negotiations, make sure he understands that direct negotiations with me are the exception, not the norm. You have the bridge.”
Dore-Ay got up and headed to his personal quarters, which were on the opposite end of the bridge as the conference room. “Sir, what of his request? Helping him with the battle in the human city?”
Dore-Ay turned to face his Sub-Commander again. “How close is Armada to being completed?”
“They’re putting the finishing touches on it now. It’ll be ready for action in a day or so.”
“Tell him that we can send him support in the form of our war machines. Send a Crawler down to the battle to assist. And start prepping the rest of our machines for battle as well. I have a feeling we’ll be needing them soon.”
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 4, 2009 21:40:00 GMT -5
Not long after, the word from the hulkish aliens came that they'd meet with Saberon and five others face to face. Saberon sat back on his throne and stretched out before simply listing his choices out.
"Dr. Ackert, you'll be joining us. As will you, old friend." He said, looking at Gatoro whom nodded in agreement. "Get three grunts ready, I doubt well need them, even if things get nasty." He said, taking his eyes back to Gatoro whom planted a fist in an open palm.
The leader sat up, "Oh, doctor, ready some examples. Bring along some hybrid pets of yours, and a sample of the fire serum."
"Why?" The human responded.
"I'm sure they'll get a kick out of them. The more we make them think we'll remain allies, the easier it'll be to rip their throats out. If this walking, flea-ridden carpet thinks we'll readily surrender half of the populace AND every resource, than he makes the bugs look like geniuses."
The Conquerer began to pick up speed, zooming ever so closer to the Bartosian ship. Lights flickered on the massive arrowhead-shaped ship as its weapons all remained ready, just encase.
Taking a seat in a modified Death Ray, Saberon looked back at his public, "Again I announce!" He started, throwing a closed fist in the air, "To every other species out there, beware! We're on the hunt again, and this time for flesh, warm, running blood!" The tyrant spun around, making his cave wave, before walking into the ship that effortlessly floated into the air and grew ever-so closer to the ship.
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Post by yaburu on Apr 6, 2009 18:05:33 GMT -5
The Kay-Un Risa’s docking bay opened for the Death Ray, which began to land snuggled between two Ground Pounders. From his personal quarters, Dore-Ay watched on the security monitors as the ship docked. He was rather surprised to see that the Death Ray was even bigger then their own Ground Pounders. He decided to have the engineers draw up some specs for another aerial assault vehicle.
It was at this point that he was glad the Kay-Un Risa had multiple factories within it that allowed it to produce war machines on the move. He then saw Saberon and his troops march out. Three were Klennies just like him, but one, while similar to him, was massive, even by Bartosian standards. There was also a human with him.
Dore-Ay’s eyes saw his wife come into view on another monitor outside the docking bay, and he silently thanked the doctor for giving her the medications she needed to get back on her feet. It wouldn’t last for more then a few hours, but that’s probably all she’d need. And then he shuddered at the thought of what precautions had to be taken to ensure her safety should the Klennies decide to take her hostage…
Standing outside the Docking bay, Yay-Ann, and twenty Bartosian soldiers, watched Saberon and his men step out of the ship. Dressed in her finest diplomatic clothing, Yay-Ann prepared to step into the hanger before the ship doctor stopped her.
“Yay-Ann,” he began “Just remember, this medicine will wear off in about four hours, and I want you back in bed by then.”
“I promise I’ll be done with Lord Tchove by then.” She replied simply. “What of the…other thing?” she asked, not wanting the soldiers present to know what she spoke of.
“It will work exactly as I specified. How is the…area?” he asked.
“It itches a little, but that was to be expected.”
“What’re you guys talking about?” asked a soldier in a gruff tone. He was quickly struck by his superior.
“Hold your tongue soldier! You have no business asking Dore-Ay’s wife anything except how she wants you to protect her! Clear?!”
“Yeah, sorry sir. My apologies to you as well, Yay-Ann.”
Yay-Ann smiled at the soldier in a forgiving way, and dismissed her doctor. She then keyed in the commands to open the Bay door.
“Fifteen of you, stay here on the outside, the rest of you come in. Saberon is only bringing five others, I will do the same. It would show distrust to do otherwise. And let me do ALL the talking, clear?”
“Yes Ma’am” Came the simultaneous reply from all twenty solders. Yay-Ann stepped into the bay with the soldiers behind her. She eyed Saberon, the German, the three guards, and the monstrous Gatoro. It was clear Gatoro was Saberon’s main guard.
“Lord Saberon Tchove” she began, pronouncing his full name flawlessly “I am Yay-Ann, wife of Dore-Ay. You honor us with your presence here on the Kay-Un Risa. You, as well as your guards, are now our guests. Would you object to some of our guards searching your ship, as was requested by Dore-Ay? Also, may I know the names of your associates, including your brave guards?”
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 6, 2009 22:40:18 GMT -5
Saberon stood still for a few seconds, just staring at the hairy, muscular female humanoid. The others in the group became uneasy, all looking at one another and Gatoro, whom stood firmly behind his friend. Dr. Ackert began to get a bit agitated and opened his mouth to speak, but the reptile beat him to it...
"I have seen many hairy females in my life... Many that weren't seen voluntarily... But you... You take the cake." Saberon's cold eyes moved up and down the confused, possibly stunned diplomat. "Excuse my brashness, I tend to say whatever's on my mind at the time."
"You are here for negotians are you not?" She asked, extending her hand, "Shall we get on with it?"
Saberon tilted his hand and willingly shook the female's hand. "This towering juggernaut of muscles and scales is Gatoro, more of a friend than a true body guard, but rest assured, he knows how to bust heads, and has saved my life on more than one occasion." Gatoro lifted his head, breathed in, and crossed his thick arms. "This tiny thing next to be is Dr. Rudolph Ackert, a human. A brilliant human who's ruthlessness rivals my very own.
The bald man nodded and extended his own hand, holding back a whine as the powerful female gripped his hand. "I don't suppose you could get some of your boys to unload two specimens out of that machine over there. I'd do it myself, but not having super strength or an army of willing men hampers me. Can't miss 'em, yay high" He said, bringing one hand over his head, about eight foot, "and colored black and red."
"That wasn't part of the deal, doctor." She responded.
"Well, you made a deal with lizard lips here, not me." The scientist responded, "Besides, I think you'll want to see some... examples of my work. To put a firm lock on this alliance."
Yay-Ann looked at Saberon whom simply shrugged. Finally nodding herself, she motioned for two of the aliens to venture into the Death Ray to retrieve the doctor's specimens.
"And these three's names aren't important." Saberon re-started, virtually ignoring what had previously been said, "They live to serve the species. All have sons and debts to pay." The three warriors remained motionless, just letting their eyes roam the area.
Saberon took a breath, "And just because I'm not an idiot, and 'cause I'd do the same thing, I'm wondering just how much firepower to you have aimed at me and my crew?"
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Post by yaburu on Apr 7, 2009 1:31:21 GMT -5
(FYI, Bartosian females are actually very soft and feminine looking, and not muscular, though they do possess great power by Earth standards)
Yay-Ann chuckles “A wise question Lord Tchove. My husband insisted on my being accompanied by twenty soldiers. However, I felt that since you were only bringing five accomplices, I would do the same, in the interest of good faith. The other fifteen are waiting outside. We’re also doubtlessly being watched by my husband himself. But other then these soldier’s weapons, you are not being severely targeted.”
A few grunts from the Death Ray indicated that the two soldiers were bringing the cargo out. “I’m interested to see what experiments you’ve been performing Mr. Ackert.” Yay-Ann said before turning to Saberon “Is there anything that can be got for you or any of your men to make you more comfortable, Lord Tchove?”
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 7, 2009 16:08:28 GMT -5
"No thanks." He responded, "We just ate." The reptile said. The creature looked around, "Will your husband be joining us? I figured if we're going to be allies, we might as well meet face to face."
Yay-Ann didn't have much time for Gatoro spoke up for the first time before her. "Is there any bar around here?" The alligator-like humanoid asked, "I don't think Saberon needs me here with these three."
"Don't be such a liar, Gatoro." Saberon laughed, waving a clawed finger, "You just wanna' go test these guy's strength. It's been... what, three years since you've challenged someone just half your strength?"
Gatoro snorted, but didn't dispute that fact and returned his eyes to Yay-Ann.
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Post by yaburu on Apr 7, 2009 16:47:14 GMT -5
Yay-Ann turned to Saberon first. "I apologize Lord Tchove, but my husband absolutely despises formal greetings and diplomacy. The only reason you had to deal with him at first was my own sickness." she says with a laugh "He avoids handling other races like the plague."
Yay-Ann then smiles at the brutish protector Gatoro "There is indeed a bar on this ship. I could have one of my men outside take you to it if you wish, and you are more then likely to find any of the Bartosians there more then willing to contest your power. But if testing your strength is all you desire, I'd be happy to call one of the soldiers from outside to come in and train with you."
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 7, 2009 20:03:02 GMT -5
(OOC: Hope you don't me speeding the Gatoro thing up here. What I have in mind is just more for laughs than anything)
Saberon's tongue flickered from his jaws as he nodded. "Me and your husband have a few things in common then." He said, "The last diplomat on Klenthuria had his throat torn out and was then tossed out the window of a 5-story building to be caught and torn apart by an angry mob."
"Good times." Gatoro answered him before returning his focus on the request, "A bar will do just fine." He said. Without a second word, one of men outside entered, and soon was leading the brute to it.
Walking outside, the creature got a look at Dore-Ay. The two locked eyes for a second, each probably not trusting the other, before following his guide to the bar...
Saberon watched as the doors closed. "Excuse his brashness." He asked, "He's not the brightest star in the galaxy."
"But is one of the biggest in yours." Yay-Ann laughed.
Saberon let out a laugh and grinned while he nodded.
"Is there a specific place we can put these?" Rudolph asked, nodding toward his cargo. "I also have some other stuff I wish to show you, if you will."
Saberon looked at the scientist. "I doubt either of us could afford a feud between our species right now. When we're done here, maybe. But to assure this alliance, I've ordered Rudolph to show case his talent to you. At least it could offer for some decent entertainment before the negotiations begin."
Rudolph smiled, "And did I mention my nanotechnology can even find cures for some of the most lethal illnesses?"
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