Rygilian's Coup d'etat
The Sangheili rose from his commanding chair, briefly straying from his authority position. Taking small steps down the deck of stairs from the ship's bridge, he was swayed by what was beyond him and his honorable crew. The different orbs of light were reflecting off from the unadulterated, polyethylene walls. The multitude of different blinking buttons and nodes from the neatly strips of row that is the bridge's computer mainframes, brightened the robust room. The electronic pulses and humming frequently transmitting from mechanical equipment. Arbitius's pale hand swept over the glass window, fixing his yellow eyes at the void; never turning away for a single second. The only thing he could see in the blackness were the small pulses of light. "All we can do is wait," said the Sangheili. "Wait for the signal from the general." The USN LEGEND wandered still, waiting for the Rygilian counter-initiative...
3 Days Later
"We are receiving a transmission from USN Quake, Captain," Serenity informed the Elite. Arbitius nodded at his pink linguistic translator. She fired up the transmission onto the ship's main screen from the computer mainframe. General Willis was online. He was wiping the sweat from his pale forehead, then his silver mustache with a white towel. There were sparks of light peppering from the Quake's ceilings and walls. The ship was under siege. The cries from its crew were muffled among the sounds of the explosions. The General removed his cap, waving it over his shiny scalp to cool off. "Captain, we're pinned down! We've lost three USN ships. The Rygilians are too much! We need your assistance!"
The signal was cut off. Arbitius calmly sat on his seat. He switched the ship's intercom on. "It is Arbitius speaking. We are called upon to engage the enemies. This is our first mission, brothers. For the alliance!" With that being said, celebratory commotions spurred all about The USN LEGEND. The crew were excited to commence their first real task. "Send is into hyperspeed, War Killer." The cocky pilot prepared the ship's coordinates of destination. A female voice spoke out in the ship, "Hyperdrive in 3.....2.....1." Just as the ship drifted in the darkness, it instantly vanished into the bright stars.
The USN LEGEND re-entered from hyperdrive speed.The ship was in-between two, enormous Rygilian warships that were enganged in combat with the USN Quake located just ahead; the ship, trying to retaliate from the onslaught. The four ships scaled over the inhabited planet. Arbitius quickly assembled battle formations while they had the element of surprise. Though The USN LEGEND was smaller than the warships presiding next to them, it would not determine the outcome of the fight. The alarms began to ring wildly. "Get into formation!" spat the Sangheili. The Rygilians soon scanned the USN LEGEND on their sensors, beginning to direct out their turrent underneath their ship's spiked outer shell. "Jason, burn their purple hide!" The USN LEGEND blasted out their lasers at both ships. "Think we should grapple them, Vadacus? We are in range."
The blade maestro rolled from the luxurious chaise lounge, departing from his virtual dreams. He grabbed an already wet rag from the drawer, and began to wipe over his body to rid himself of any sickly hygiene. A monitor, embedded into the ceiling, flashed rapidly, displaying the words “Entering Shangheilio.” For every body, a day would come where they would need to trust those they disgraced. And for Vadacus, they day had just begun. He was bare, naked as he threw his body around he room, gripping his skull in anger and frustration. Cap, told him there was nothing to worry about, he said that the Elite could be trusted. That wasn’t going to be something that Vadacus accepted easily. Still completely bare, he strode out into the corridors and made way for the armory. Many of the crew’s construction workers, had been on their way to the same area. Apparently the Elite weren’t trying to risk being out numbered. The much of the crew paid little attention him and his bare skin, for it was a habit of his that they had become use to. Whether they were fond about it or not, they would have to deal with it. He changed for no one. Finally entering the armory, he proceeded to his private dressing platform. Stepping onto the steel plate, several mechanical arms lifted him into the air. “Light armor, and well crafted two-hand sword will do.”
Clothing and armor began be placed onto his body in different areas. The process was so swift that he would not know of his appearence until he was settled. The system scanned his body, to make sure that everything was perfecto. Surrounding machinery, began to activate. Crafting his blade to the best of its ability, with use of laser beam technology. The mechanical hands slowly lowered him to the surface of the room. He extended out his knee, and pushed into it propelling himself into a back flip. This was his usual process to get a feel for his armor. He then walked over to the anvil and grabbed his newly formed sword. He then laid it over his shoulder and commenced for the command deck. Still not completely knowing what was going on, he was nearly shook off his feet by a small quake. He first focused on the mainframe which was taking mega damage. PRessing a few on-screen controls, he activated several force fields. He looked to the captain who was asking for his advise, “Think we should grapple them Vadacus, we are in range.”
“Right now that’s our only choice. Warkiller, command grapple not only to take hold but to inject a computer virus into their ship. Hopefully we can corrupt their mainframe.”
As the ship came out of hyperspace, War Killer had to move fast, for the ship was about to hit a Rygilian warship, "Oh Crap!" War Killer yelled as he guided the ship innetween the two Rygilian Warships. War Killer got the ship into the Battle Formation that Arbitius had assembled, War Killer did his best to get into formation, War Killer started to get frustrated by the sound of the alarms sounding off all around the ship, 'Could you turn thouse stupid alarms off please!!!" War Killer yelled. War Killer had to think quick, trying to avoid the enemys attack and then having to get the ship in postion so that his team could fire back with the laser cannons. The ship was then hit by a blast from one of the enemy ships, "Computer Shields?!" asked War Killer. [Shields at 90% sir] said the computer. War Killer circled around one of the Rygilian Warships, giving the laser cannons a perfect shot at the enemy ships thrusters.
"Computer, reroute 30% power from the ships thrusters to the laser cannons!" [Rerouting now sir, anything else?] "Yeah, a donut would be nice right about now!" War Killer said as he slowed the ship down so that they could get a better shot at the Rygilian ship and then to blast them out of the sky.
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