In different shades of Night

[Triune]

**The Vindystrix, an Ebonclaw light crusier, one of many 'acquired' since their arrival in this galaxy slipped along through one of the many systems near Dathomir. Her captain, Ryzele found such survey duty a waste of her abilities. She lounged in the command chair like a petulent child given a 'time out' She all but sulked as she watched the sensor readings scroll along the screens on the arms of her chair.**

"Everyone else gets to fight but not me..." She mutters as the ship glides through the silent void.

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*a Small odd looking freighter pulls out of hyperspace at a location unknown to the driver.*

"Good Job Idiot! the judges will grant you nothing! now we are lost!!!" (translated from Garsha)
" stop your blabering fool! i see somthing ahead! turn on the stealth systems of this ship! were gonna get some scores tonight!!"

*the freighter dissappeares, becomes one with the dark skies of the eternal space, as it heads torwards the direction of the ship they detected*

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**The Vindystryx's sensors are attuned to planetary survey then watching for other vessels so the brief sensor contact with the freighter goes unnoticed. Ryzele leans back in her chair looking around the small bridge with disdain**

"Sensory! Are we done with this misbegotten system yet?" Her irritation unmasked only grows when the officer shakes his head. "Then be faster! I would be away from this place and on to something more useful to the House."

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*one of the captains roars to his deck comrades*

"Activate the drills brothers!!! and let us score points honorably! for the Clan!"

*the front of the ship, which in acctually is a drill begins to spin. it slowly raises in velocity, and reaches spinning in such speed it can easily shread the hull of a capital ship. they freighter zooms into the Vindystryx's hull, and breaches through it, shaking the ship. the pointed front of the drill widens and grows into a circle, making the hole in the Vindystryx's side bigger. The Kumum'Garsha group charges through the hole, and immidiatley spear some of the passengers. *

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*The ship is shaken and Ryzele is hurled from her chair. Warning claxtons wail on the bridge as she scrambles back to her feet. She looks at the screens to see the drill-ship t-boning her command. She fumes as her eyes flare blood red*

"All stations we have been boarded! All troops converge to repel boarders! Let their screams paint the eaves of the Sky!" She looks to her second in command "You man the bridge, I'm going to kill some Rivvil Jaluks!" She draws her Adu'dhaera and runs off."

*The invaders with surprise on their side score many kills, at least at first. Soon the troopers rally and the sound of battle, not blasterfire but metal blades on spears can be heard. The Ebonclaw fight to disable, slicing at vulnerable points trying to score hits on tendons and foul joints*

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*the Kumum'Garsha kill their way through the ebonclaw. though the defenders are smaller and quicker, their little blades aimed at joints, and sensitive tendons are blocked by the armor of the Warriors. after eons of studying their bodies they know where they are weak, and those areas are well covered. they Warriors continue hurling ebonclaws out of their way, while taking very few injurys. yet their injured fight as well, shrugging off their pain for the moment, focused on killing their enemies. the walls of the ship are covered with spears, some holding bodies, some not.*

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*Ryzele arrives with her elite guards. She commands them into battle, better armored then the rest of the troops and carry Galvanic pikes. They hurl themselves at the invaders the pikes blazing bright blue. Ryzele waits watching them, studing them*


ooc: Suppertime here, be back asap.

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*The Warriors tower the smaller EbonClaw. the Elite troopers are quicker, and jab at the Warriors with their pikes. one stabs a large warrior prehaps by luck, right in the neck. the Warrior roars loudly, and lifts the EbonClaw from the ground, snapping its neck, as it walks at a wall, leaning on it, yet still throwing spears. the Warrior push forward around 25 of them left, and they are coming closer to ryzele*

"Kill them all! these weak sentients will give us glory!"

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*Ryzele has watched rather then engage but she has not been idle. Her keen battlesense notes the seeming immunity to pain these invaders have and the quality of their armor. She touches the wall comm*

"Disengage the artifical gravity in this portion of the ship." She orders. A lethal smile crossing her face. The red blades of her Adu'dhaera glisten in the light of the hallway.

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*The seemed leader of the group roars somthing that ryzele cannot understand, just like he cannot understand her*

"Krash'raa! Plauge that foolish female!!"

*one of the Kumum'Garsha takes out a spear with a cap on it. he removes the cap, and the tip glows green he clicks a small button on it, and the back pointer part of the spear glos red. the warrior bares his sharp teeth in a smile, and throws the plauged spear at ryzele*

OOC: this Plauge does not effect Kumum'Garsha, yet its effects on most other species are fatal and Immidiate.

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*Ryzele didn't need to understand the language to recognize the intent. Weapons with buttons and accessories always meant bad things. She should know. As the spear is thrown she leaps backwards. The gravity ends turning her leap into a speedy retreat that looks like its from some low-budget martial arts movie. Her bound keeps her 'ahead' of the spear long enough to get beyond one of the blast hatches that litter the ship. She cycles it closed with a swat of her weapon giving her a bulkhead's worth of protection. She landed unceremoniously dumped on her backside thanks to the gravity that's in this section of the hallway. She clambered back to her feet and slammed the comm panel.*

"Blow the outer hatches and flush them into space!" She yells before running back towards the bridge locking blast doors as she goes. The remaining living members of the Elite ebonclaw troops succumb to the plague effects.

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*the Warriors Laugh as she runs, one of them speaks into some sort of primitive comlink*

"Oraashku! drill the bottom of that ship 15 meters up, that female is going no where. UrukSha, give me the detonator, we will blow through to that female* They Charge fast, keepying their hands on the cielings, and pushing them down. they arrive in the bridge shortly, and detonate the door. they charge inside, as the left side of the bridge, opens up as the drill comes in*

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*She didn't expect either the door or lack of atmosphere to stop them only delay them. She reaches the bridge and gives the following orders*

"Launch datacore and trigger self destruct." She drops into her command chair as the drill once more rocks the ship. She shouldn't have asked for battle, the fates in their twisted sense of humor give her exactly what she wanted.

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*The warriors rush into the bridge, and spear everyone but ryzele. although they wished to destroy the ship themselves, they knew from the loud beeping in the consoles it was going to blow up. they all rushed into the ship, as The leader bashed his fist into Ryzele knocking her outcold. he than leaped into the ship, as the drill closed and pulled out from the ship. the pilots pushed their engines to the limits, ignoring over heating signs. soon the ebonclaw cruiser exploaded, as the Kumum'Garsha ship slowed down, and coolants were poued into the engine. one fo he warriors looked at the Motionless yet live body of Ryzele than turned to the leader.*

"why is her filth on this ship?"

"I will save her for the grid."

*a few moments later, the ship enters hyperspace*