Open Play Week 2 Insurrection mission -The Sacrifice at Volostoko

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Open Play Week 2 Insurrection mission -The Sacrifice at Volostoko

Post  AdmiralLayneYr on Tue Sep 13, 2011 2:01 am

Layne Yr adjusted her dress uniform. A black armband marked her as being in mourning. Her subordinate, Capitain Kelper, with whom she started a relationship had died.

Before his death he had been a morose, pale, Vampyr Captain who only smiled when he was hurting someone. Now he was going to rise as a Greater Vampire, a being who could turn others into Vampires.

On her new world of Volostoko Layne had gathered 400 Million citizens. All living. It was four fifths of the sentient life on the planet. Captain Kelper would rise the following sunset. When he did his body would be attached to a Necrotech chair. The chair has plastic tubes which extend away. Each ends in a needle.

Once all 400 Million are hooked up across main settlement with miles of tubes they will be hooked up to the chair.

Kelper will feed on the people of the world turning them into Thralls. Then using the power of her Nightmare Lord Symbiote she would consume Kelper the Vampire and the thralls in one moment of pleasure. 400 Million corrupted and brought to final death in a moment.

Layne Yr even had a Unity Shadow Satellite ready and Brave Ulysses to teleport her away if anyone tried to attack her.

The Grand Admiral was ready and a feast would happen.

An Uth Seer rose from her meditating stance lowering her axe in a smooth motion beheading the innocent animal sacrifice. It was sacrificed for her curse not for the benefit of her visions. The Uth Seer called to the nearby soldier, "Send a messenger to all. The dreams of Layne Yr and the Hunger of her Nightmare Lord will consume the people of Volostoko." ---

This mission is open to all factions.

Each player must submit a plan that includes, how you are getting on planet past 500 Yrs Starfighters and 100 Giant Nightmares. The ceremony center is guarded by Vampire Spacers, Enslaved Nightmares, and is warded against Light Leyas at 6 successes. No attacks directly against Layne Yr can be made. how do you disrupt the ceremony? Please be specific about what numbers and what forces you are sending in.

Do you rescue the civilians who think this is an important religious rite? Or do you aid the Kasanthian Federation in their plan.

This mission is locked on Friday September16th at 11 pm eastern.

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Re: Open Play Week 2 Insurrection mission -The Sacrifice at Volostoko

Post  MaehlHoldings on Sat Sep 17, 2011 2:39 am

From his offices, if you can call them offices, at Lost Hope Station the mysterious man, a Maehl Holdings employee reads the report he has just been given. As he chuckled upon finishing the report, his bright blue eyes sparkled. He combed his jet black, extra full hair, with his hands. His pearly white teeth glowed through his lips as he pondered his next course of action. He stood up after taking a few extra moments to ponder his actions, and stood up to grab his well worn military-style coat. He checked the mirror, vainly, to ensure his hair was in place and admire his well built physique. Oh, the perks of being gainfully employed!

Several days later, the day of the religious ritual had arrived. Making its way to the planet were 3000 merchant, non-militarized, Maehl Holdings vessels. Vespidae, Antares, and Zeus Freighters made their way to the blockade, unaware of what lay below. The ships were a part of over one thousand independent contracts, all with the same destination. Their cargo was varied, 100 million boxes of cake mix, one billion boxes of napkins, 300 million noisemakers, 200 million easy bake mini ovens, billions of paper plates, disposable cutlery, streamers, millions upon millions of pounds of confetti, and hundreds upon hundreds of party foods, finger foods, novelty lighting, light dispersals, and profelactics. A majority of the goods were labelled UMart, with the occasional other territory nation represented.

"Are you fucking kidding me," said one captain as he approached the blockade, "we're going to be here all fucking week! I'm not even supposed to be flying this week! I have a hockey game in two days! I better not miss it. I'm going to bitch smack my regional manager if I'm late."

The mysterious man grinned as he saw the most perfect distraction begin to occupy the attention of the blockade. Meanwhile, he and 200 unmarked Tridents and 100 unmarked Albatrosses made their way to the planet. Their, hidden, coding was Free Systems, but not Maehl Holdings or official Free Systems Armadas. They were pirates, using Unity technology to hide their signatures for as long as possible. I sure hope Prime isn't at this party, otherwise, we're proper fucked. At the moment when all the ships appeared to be occupied, or otherwise with non-military vessels in the way, the Albatrosses will dart their way through the blockade using their superior speed to outrun their opponents.

The Albatrosses only had one goal in mind, coat thw center of the city, the nexus of the ritual, with Killswitch Nanoplague. While the Tridents would endeavor to ensure the Albatrosses aren't overwhelmed, they remain cloaked and make no moves to attack ships, people, or anything else. Once the initial attack run is made, causing havok throughout the city, the Albatrosses, followed by the Tridents, will shadow jump out of the area. The attack would last, at most, 5 minutes, leaving as quickly as they came.

If successful, a few days later Layne Yr would be sent a strange gift. It would be a personal communicator, sold and distributed by UMart, called "My Secret Crush." It was heart shaped, with a UMart logo, and was a simple to use voice recorder. The device indicated that it had a message on it. The message, if played, would have the following message, spoken by an obviously self-confident, debonair man of indecipherable middle age, whose accent was indistinguishable but well enunciated:

"Grand Admiral Layne Yr, you sure know how to throw a party. Throughout the history of humanity people have always sought out ways to prevent death. They came together for the purpose of mutual protection and common interest. Civilization began because community realized that when you stop killing each other over game and created what we now consider order, everyone's quality of life improved. Great strides were made in health, science, and the arts. At the same time, humanity also discovered ambition, and with ambition came government; and the desire for the few to rule over the many. It was this ambition that created wealth, poverty, power, and slavery. Then came war, oppression, economics, corporations…evil. And, as always, humanity must fight itself. The righteous must fight against the petulant and self-serving, and those who refuse to allow the needs of a few outweigh the needs of everyone must stand up for what’s right. That, my dear, is brings us to present events. You see, I oppose the oppression and slavery imposed by governments on their people. I loathe the Iron Republic, and everything they stand for. I have spent a lifetime opposing them. I fight for the disenfranchised, I oppose the mighty who feel they have no limits to their power, and, most importantly, I look good doing so. But sometimes, you break your mold. Especially when someone pays you one billion credits to do so. And let me tell you, it wasn’t easy ruining your parade; especially since you were wearing that chic outfit that you looked absolutely stunning in. Those shoes were to die for, no pun intended. If it weren’t for the fact that I had just been paid to ruin your party I would have gotten out of my ship and asked you out to dinner, or maybe dessert. That’s how awe-inspiringly beautiful you were. And, Grand Admiral, I hate to disappoint a beautiful woman, but sometimes you got to do what you got to do. But I refuse to allow business to interfere with things, so one day I hope to casually cross paths with you, walk up to you, and say, “hello.” So please, don’t be offended by my actions. Best of luck with things, and keep that outfit, just in case. You never know. Ciao. <pause> Oh, and I hope you enjoyed the cake deliveries, they’re the best in the universe. Be seeing you.”

Ooc – As FYI, Killswitch nano-plague does *not* affect organic life. (check space 2 – week 13).

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