Perseus Arm

The holographic projection summoned from the table was that of a man whose features remained submerged in a black coat. Only his nose peeked into the light where he stood on the other end. Despite being a semi-fuzzy holographic projection, his aura seemed to bleed over through the holotable...one of calculative thought and unreadable emotion. Only...there was emotion. So faint and barely present, yet with enough conviction to lay out the tension in the tonality of his words. He spoke gravely and with purpose:

"Seeing as the greatest tracker in the Sith still hasn't caught my apprentice, I'd be honest to say you haven't quite earned the right to play coy to me, dear sister."

The deadpan voice had a tiny bite to it, signifying the weight of his words and what they meant.

Sony smirked, since her brother towered over her on the holo tank she looked up at him. When they were truly the same hieght. "You need not worry of me being coy dear brother. The one we seek got away, and he had help from unknown means of skill and power matching or surpassing my own. But the tracker is placed" Her mind went back briefly to the brief moment she had broushed against Sadr's cloak, placing the tracking device in it before the Force Hound attacked.

"I lost track of the tracker upon it entering a system of Kazzei in the Inner Rim. Do you know of it ?" Kazzei as in, the Force Temple, the Jeid and Sith Archives both were housed there, and it was in the Inner Rim ? That didnt make much sense but it worked in some ways.

If Feero was trying to be mad or instilling fear towards her, it didnt work, with dear old dad living in her head, it took more than a upset Sith Lord to make her scared.

Darth Feero was already a step ahead, "Kazzei...the Force Temple...peculiar. It wouldn't be like him to go to such a place."

He looked directly at Sony, "What did you see when you fought against him? What kind of power was it?"

Rather than answer Sony turned from the holotable, her back to Feero, she spoke at the question. "Come to my home, the Rings of Krath, we will speak more of it there, over holonet will be suspected to hacking or others peeking in.... do not worry of Kazzei they have stritct rules there and I have only been there once looking for information. I have a Dashade of my own, and even then I am scared of it because I cannot sense it."

Sjhe turned back to the holo, a smile on her face "I will have HK send you the coordinates to the docking pad at my home Rings of Krath. Do hurry, it is news I must share, face to face." The holo died as HK sent the info of where Feero could land at her home.

"Andronikos. I want to to work with ther ship, keep an eye on the tracking device upon our target. Let me know if it.... moves from the system before it jumps to hyperspace" the man nodded and Sony left her ship as soon as it had landed

Without a word, to their 'Allies,' the Crimson Slaughter fleet, began pulling away from the 6th order armada, the fleet would pull away and the fifty thousand strong fleet of chaos ships began to activate their warp drives, the rips in realspace shredding the void canvas with a spectrum of colours and purple lightning as the gravitational force dragged against everything within reach.

The Flagship the Armageddon was amongst the last of the fleet to leave realspace, and plough into the realm of the warp, abandoning realspace for some whim of the gods, maybe some sacred artefact to the dark gods had revealed itself or something far sinister was happening.
While the ships travelled, Vrosh glared a murderous glare upon one of his subordinates, he stood from his command throne and dived down at the lesser champion, ripping into the power armour with his clawed gauntlets, and then ripping out the dying marine's throat gripping the spinal column in a gore-covered hand. Vrosh would rip the helmeted head clean from the rest of the body and throw it aside, all this in a few heartbeats, the Khorne berserkers who had collected themselves upon the deck and used it to duel cheered their bloody warcry "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE."

Vrosh dropped the head and leaving his hand caked in the gore walked back up to his black marble throne and take back his seat "you there, aspiring champion" Vrosh pointed, throwing his hand to some warlord aboard his deck. " take the trophy and display it to his Warband, take it as your own, betray me and I'll rend you apart as well" the lightning arced over the surface of his gauntlets.

Nearly five hundred thousand kilometers from T60's armada, a strange anomaly appeared with a sudden abruptness, lasting mere seconds before vanishing again into the velvety blackness of space, any readings on this strange object would be fleeting.

It didn't match any known Aschen designs, moved with a completely alien propulsion system, sported an odd, almost slender, needle shaped profile, and skipped through the blackness of space with amazing speed.

There was a neutrino imprint left behind, a contrail of subatomic particles as the ship sailed through space.

No hails came fourth from this odd, small vessel, nor did it seem to make any combat maneuvers, but it had scanned the armada.

Appollonia laid on the bed in her rather simplistic quarters. Though she could afford some luxuries, her position permitted her to do so. What stopped her from doing so what was the humbling knowledge she had been given. The truth the Aschen had bestowed upon her. What she once wa_ no...the Apparition that haunted her, that taunted her by declaring "I am you!" is no more. No longer was she bound by those chains. By the mercy of the Emperor, she was freed from that cruel pre-existence and rebirthed, remolded, into what she was always meant to be. An Aschen.

Though it was not the Emperor's intent, she was certain, this kindness put her in debt. In debt to the Aschen people, to the Aschen way of life, and to the Emperor who extended such mercy to one as lost and savage as her. It was a debt she would repay tenfold. For every drop of Aschen blood she spilt in the past, she would spill gallons of the blood of those who stood against the Aschen. The Emperor's wishes were her commands. His Will would be carried out through her hands.

If anyone or anything rose to strike him, she would be his shield and take the blow in his place. At the same time, she would be the sword that would cut down his foes. The siren that warned him of an approaching foe, the vanguard for his entrance and the sacrificial rear guard for his retreat. Perhaps at this time this was not so but to become these things was her purpose in life. If she bled, if she sweat, or if she shed tears it must be for her Emperor.

These were the obsessive thoughts of the Adept Of War, as she waited the next order.

The hundreds of vessels surrounding the Event Horizon understood entirely what was going on, what would be happening, and why...and they were prepared. This display of force, had it not gathered anyone's attention, would have failed at its mission. Granted, what was next would be determined by the actions of the Taiyou's responses. It offered no hails, and that was entirely fine to those within The 6th Order's main command vessels. The Event Horizon continued its charging, various crackles of arcane electricity powered up as the focusing lens was filled with intense and raw magical power. It'd take just a bit more for the weapon's charging to be done...

As a courtesy, or rather as a distraction one of the main command vessels offered their own hail to the Taiyou ship approaching. Aschen or not, The 6th Order wanted to find out who this was that was coming to 'greet' their armada.

"Good evening." A harsh, mechanical voice spoke up. It was a male's voice for sure, but heavily distorted by cybernetic technology. "I am Antok Hasvek, the commander in chief of the Divine Scavengers. You are intruding upon The 6th Order's territory. Leave now, or--"

His words and hail was cut short, the ship stopping its distraction as it unleashed a small barrage of fire at the vessel. A couple plasma launchers and heavy laser cannons shot their rounds. The shots were not aimed all too well, and was merely fired at random to see, if it missed, whether or not the vessel would attempt to flee or...something else.

There was no hail from the Taiyou ship, rather it began to take evasive action as the Sixth order vessels opened fire.

It shot sharply to the left, and then to the right, struggling to take evasive action, but it was futile, as the lone Taiyou ship lacked the propulsion capabilities to dodge the incoming attack.

A barrier shimmered into view out of nowhere, stopping the weapons fire cold, and as the stars distorted, a 1,500km long vessel slowly shimmered into existence.

"Forces of the Sixth order, this space is under protection under AXIS Statute 12-9, cease and desist all military activities or you will be forcibly removed from this sector of space." The voice was calm, firm, soothing almost.

The massive alien craft made no outward moves to engage, rather a yellow barrier of light shimmered from bow, to stern, gravitic anomalies ripped along the length of the craft only to have an Aschen force jump in moments later.

"Hold here.." Admiral Clegg instructed.

"This is the Matokey's show, let's see if these Xenos are really as powerful as they say..."

Antok's eyes narrowed, watching from the bridge of his vessel as the barrage he had sent upon the opposing ship was cut short. The attack had failed... Crossing his arms, the various knobs and knickknacks tied and fastened to his clothes. The clothing he wore consisted of heavy and baggy robes covering the assortment of metal underneath. Not armor, but cybernetics attached and molded to his skin. The only human parts about him at this point was the unmodified section of his brain, and the few scraps of internal organs needed to sustain his life. Other than that, he was made completely of cybernetics. The other 6th Order soldiers referred to him as a "Cyber Zombie", barely even a human being and little more than a machine holding together scraps of what used to be a man.

Still, seeing as he was their commander he had control over the vessel and thus the men aboard. The Event Horizon was his beauty, his masterpiece...and he wanted to show the Aschen, and whatever bloody allies they choose to scrounge up, that their might was superior. So far they've only been engaging non-Aschen...allies. This was unacceptable.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible at this very moment. We are claiming this sector of space. And soon...your home-worlds will be next. CHAOS will spread, destroying any semblance of order you hold dear. We will destroy tyranny, tyranny of all kinds. And when the tyranny of man is destroyed, we shall move on to destroy the tyranny imposed by the gods themselves." Antok's distorted voice crackled and sputtered from the sheer force of his voice and the vitriol behind it. The Event Horizon crackled with energy, and an indicator began to beep on the control deck. "Fire!"

Rumbling and shaking coursed through the Event Horizon, shaking violently while the energy from its reactor began to pour into the massive cannon. A purplish glow began to synthesize with a pure magical energy, until finally in a single explosion within the cannon, it blew out a line of the pure purplish energy. The line rocketed through space like a ship entering into hyperdrive. The beam was quick, yet imprecise, and became a large focusing beam for as far as the eye could see - like a fusion cutter in space. It began maneuvering slowly, trying to catch any enemy ships in its massive beam. Once it had been fired, the ships began to convene and speed forwards, careful to avoid the radius which was designated for the Event Horizon's beam.

"All men! Battlestations!"

The purple beam of energy surged forward, while the lone Matokey shipmaster watched the displays that were superimposed into the sky above the forested habitat that he called home.

The beam surged fourth, striking the massive Matokey ship, and stopping against a shimmering white barrier.

The barrier flickered, fluctuated, and began to give way to the searing purple beam of energy.

The Aschen watched with bated breath, and the Taiyou watched on their displays as well at the sheer might of the singular Matokey vessel.

Energy readings were off the charts, Clegg was watching closely on both visual, and wide-spectrum displays at the show before them.

M'Zulf stood there in silence, as the entire sky was bathed in a blinding pink light, the entirety of the ship shuddered, shudders that felt like earthquakes among the pocket dimension in which he was controlling his vessel.

He concentrated, the ship concentrated, and the barrier began to grow, turning a brilliant pink to match the beam of light, and then it seared forward towards the Event horizon, likely leaving nothing in it's wake.

The counter-beam surged forward and into the blackness of space, the lone Matokey breathed a brief sigh of relief, and he awaited the response from the 6th order.

"This is your final warning, leave now or be forcibly removed." He said calmly.

Antok's face fell, this...wasn't going to be as simple as they once thought. He turned his gaze to his men, and pointed forwards to the opposing ships. He was practically seeing red, and did not wish to retreat. He wouldn't surrender. Him, and his men had come too far.

"Men! Attack!"

And all around, the ships began to swarm and power forwards for space combat. In the meantime, the Event Horizon began charging once more to prepare for a second attack.

Siyam Blakes has arrived, coming from Orion Spur.

Siyam Blakes has left the area, heading out to Outer Arm.

Master has arrived, coming from The Milky Way.

Master has left the area, heading in to Orion Spur.

Dread Pirate Captain Blackheart has arrived, coming from Orion Spur.

Dread Pirate Captain Blackheart has left the area, heading ascend to The Milky Way.

Sola Arkan has arrived, coming from Orion Spur.

Sola Arkan has left the area, heading out into Outer Arm.

Sola Arkan has arrived, coming from Outer Arm.

Sola Arkan has left the area, heading out into Outer Arm.

Sola Arkan has arrived, coming from Outer Arm.

Sola Arkan has left the area, heading in into Orion Spur.

Vincentro Santorini has arrived, coming from Orion Spur.