-Space inbetween TK-47 and Guerre-

A small expedition fleet, headed by a singular Vigilance-class Cruiser, drifted towards the planet designated by most as TK-47, as the Reich's top researchers had heard of the odd fauna of the planet through rumors spread by traders that passed through their space. With this info, such a planet was deemed high priority by the top biologists of the Reich.

Slowly, the ships began to see the planet in the distance, as they sent out numerous beacons and tried hailing a communication with anyone on the planet. Most of their calls were requests to land or to enter the area, but the Reich's ships did not care. They did not care if their calls would go unanswered, because to them this meant that either it was devoid of sentient life, or the sentient life there would be too weak to fight back. The Admiral stated in his call, "This is Exploration Fleet 008 of the Inquisition. If there is any intelligent life with a way of communications, please respond."

Little did the Guerran fleet know that TK-47 was already being inhabited by a people who practiced their anathema.

[OOC: @Drake ]

The Behemoths were startled. The communications Golems were picking up something odd. Much like with their encounter with the immortals a strange gurgling noise came through. Expecting the ones on the other side to be the immortals, the Council decided to send out the newly created Ceithre.

The great beast lifted itself to the edge of the planet's atmosphere, a number of Siolta within its hangers. Flying around in increasing circles, the Ceithre and it's crew searched for their newly made friends. On the edge of visible sight appeared a metal hull. As it rounded the planet's circumference, the Ceithre locked it's golemic eyes on the ship. Flying towered it, the Ceithre stopped as the cruiser's cannons moved to face it. Opening the hatches on the beast's back, about fifty Siolta flew out of the hangars in order to match the forces surrounding the new ship.

Wishing to make contact with the newcomers, one of the Siolta ventured forward. It darted from side to side, advancing slowly, cautious because of the cruiser's foreboding nature.

The sudden appearance of the space beast had made everyone in the Reich fleet extremely nervous. It did not help that the larger monster's skin had unveiled to release a swarm of smaller beasts, which the fleet reacted to accordingly. The two corvettes of the fleet I rated ahead, pointing their guns at the always moving Siolta, as the Vigilance-Class Cruiser aimed its weapons at the whale-like beast, hoping that it would not come any more near, lest it will be attacked by anti-capital ship cannons.

The Admiral assumed that the beast had heard the transmission in some way and was reacting to something close-by. He tried to once again hail communications from TK-47 as well as the odd beast in the nethers of space before them. "This is the Admiral of Vigilance-0746, if anyone can hear this, please respond." He barked into an array, before turning to his crew, "Keep the guns ready. If that leviathan gets any closer, turn it to mush with out weapons."

Once again, the Dryad's comms had picked up a strange noise. The Ceithre retreated ever so slightly, arranging the Siolta to be on either side of itself. 

The Siolta that had ventured out beforehand continued to approach the ship, albeit very slowly. In an attempt to communicate, the beast began to fly making the shapes of letters with its path. Slowly, the crew directed the beast to spell out the word "Hello," which they had learned from Klaut, the dwarf. Hoping that the cruiser had understood its message, the Siolta returned to the Ceithre. 

Creeping back to its original place, the Ceithre slid open the second hatch, allowing a way for the Golems on board to be discharged. The Siolta continued to fly around the Ceithre as its tentacles swirled along around itself.

The Admiral was shocked to see that the space shrimp were.. making words out of themselves? He sent another radio transmission to the living ship, again hailing communications more advanced than space shrimp sign language. "Please, either respond or move, or you will be fired upon!" 

In all honesty, the cannons had begun to ease. The guns of the corvettes that were in front of the cruiser had begun to lower. Even the cruiser's mighty guns had begun to ease on the meaty starship that hovered before them. The Admiral sneered at the ship from inside the bridge, before turning to his communications array. "Get me a hold of a direct line to the Guerran shipyards, we may need backup the moment I say we do. And ready me a transport, if these beasts get anymore friendly. If these things can say hello, there must be something controlling them..."

The beasts in question were barely being controlled, and as such they were working off of instinct. Noticing that the guns were being lowered several Siolta ventured out to where the first one was. The Ceithre itself had been drifting towards the Reich's ship from the very beginning. With another garbled transmission coming through the Siolta went even closer to the Reich's ships, hoping to establish a friendly connection. One was already only a few hundred feet from the cruiser itself.

With the sudden advance of the Siolta and the realization that the massive leviathan-like beast had drifted closer, the Admiral reached for his array, broadcasting to only his fleet. "Fire on the large target! It does not respond, and therefore must be terminated! Cannons, fire!" He broadcasted back to Guerre, having gained a  safe line back to the shipyards. "Get me a backup force now! We have hostile craft preparing to assault!"

The Fleet's weapons almost instantaneously revved to life, all aiming directly at he Ceithre, with the acception of the Frigates, who were now pelting the space shrimp with their small arms fire, and fired their massive cannons and other weapons at the singular space whale. The Admiral shouted into his array, "Cruiser Hangars one and two, release fighter squadrons! Attack these pests and rid them from our path!"

Soon after, the fighters of the Reich began to spew out of the much more heavily armed cruiser, which fired a second volley of cannon shells at the Ceithre. The fighters began to intercept the swarm of Siolta, firing at the magical invertebrates with extreme prejudice. The Admiral motioned to his assistant. "Cancel the Transport, if that was not obvious," He said, "And tell the Shipyard to send some biologists. They'll want to see our finds after the battle is won..."

The Ceithre screamed as it was shot at by the Reich's weapons, calling back the Siolta that had ventured too far. The bullets continued to rain down on it. Then, after letting the Siolta back into the hangars, the beast made way to leave. Though not after dumping several small comma Golems in it's path. The Ceithre eventually escaped the cruiser's fire, finding refuge in the gas/asteroid belt of the solar system. Sadly, several Siolta were lost. The Ceithre, which was still in pain, wailed in grief for it's fallen children, a spark of intense hatred birthed itself within the core of that great beast. It would get revenge. When, no one knew, but if would, eventually.

The Reich fleet moved forwards, as a few transport ships moved to collect both chunks of the Ceithre and the fallen space-borne invertebrates. "The doctors will have a field day with this," the Admiral stated, "But in the meantime, Corvette 1 through 5, follow the trail of that beast. If it continues to live, it may cause us troubles in the future." The five smaller ships began to drift off in tight formation, before loosening up, with a few dozen kilometers between each ship, as they shot off towards the Asteroid field in pursuit of the living ship.

As the Transport ships returned with samples of the two species' flesh and bodies, a report came to the Admiral from the hangar. It stated that the devices that fell from the fleeing leviathan were in fact magical. The Admiral sneered; this meant that the beast was of magical origin. He connected back into his communications array oncemore. "Shipyard, where is reinforcements? We have just received confirmed reports of magic usage by the living star-ship. Reinforcements required to make sure the craft stays down."

Right on queue, the cruiser IRS Something Edgy, flanked by six corvettes and two frigates arrived in the system. He contacted the Admiral's ship, speaking calmly as his ships moved forwards towards the whale. "Admiral Lon Mar, this is Captain Flanagan of the IRS Something Edgy. I heard tell of a magical creature?"

"Inquisition command sent me to assist as the nearest Imperial troops. What are we dealing with today?" he asked. All around him his ragtag crew ran to their stations, preparing for a fight.

The Ceithre hid among the mists of the belt, recovering from its wounds. The Siolta were boarded by a number of Diotean. They were ready to fight. The great beast slowly made its way through the belt, trying to get to a safe route back home. However, smaller ships, the Reich's Corvettes, came after it. They were spreading themselves out, several kilometers between each of them. The Ceithre approached the middle one, which had entered the thick gasses of the belt. It would get its revenge sooner than it had thought.

Deploying the remaining Siolta, the Ceithre slowly advanced behind the Corvette, crawling across the asteroids. The Siolta flew ahead of the Corvette, turning around so as to encircle it. Then, only several hundred meters away, the Ceithre pounced. It jumped onto the back of the ship, catching it within its great maws, the titanium teeth crunching at its hull, shearing it open in several places. The Ceithre's tentacles flashed forward and continuously pierced the ship, leaving huge gashes in it. Quickly, the Golems housed within the beast's hangars rushed forwards. They jumped through the open holes in the Corvette's hull, slaying and hunting down everything within the ship. The Siolta, which had flown beyond the Reich's ship, returned. They rushed at the ship, their flames blazing brightly. Several of them were shot down by the ship's weapons, but the rest rips through the Corvette's weapons, melting them apart.

The other four corvettes began to converge upon the space-beast, firing wildly into the swarm of beasts. The ships also began to transmit their locations to the rest of both fleets. This let the larger ships begin to intercept the massive animal before it could flee.

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As Admiral Mar was about to respond, the signals of the Corvettes began to relay into his comms array. He smiled, before responding to Flanagan. "Admiral Flanagan, follow these coordinates and assault the magical beast that has now attacked our corvettes! It cannot be allowed to survive, lest it return to its kind!"

Lon's fleet began to jump into lightspeed, emerging in front of the ravenous Ceithre. The guns turned to the beast, as the fighter squadrons began to deploy. Lon Mar chuckled lightly, "I have you now, devil. FIRE!" A volley of the Cruiser's cannons fired into the swarm, hopefully hitting the space-monster through its swarming brood.

The Ceithre wailed again as the other Corvettes converged around it. It released it's prey and took up the Siolta and Gopens, though some were left to finish the job. The beast swerved behind several asteroids, shielding it from the Reich's weapons and radars. It made it's way away from the area as the first Cruiser crashed through the asteroids. They Reich had made a grave mistake. They were surrounded by asteroids and gasses, limiting both their sight and manueverability.

The Ceithre crawled through the densely packed asteroids, slicing at the engines of every Corvette that it came across. It dragged a few of them through gaps between the asteroids, ripping them apart and letting the Siolta dismantle their weapons. The Ceithre continued with this tactic, eventually coming up behind the cruiser, a wall of asteroids separating them. The Ceithre immediately deployed the surviving number of , each carrying several Golems, dropping them on the hull of the ship. The Siolta, after doing this converged on the Cruiser's tower, dodging and swerving between and around the asteroids that had cluttered up around the Reich's ships.

The Ceithre continued to prey on the remaining Corvettes as the Siolta took care of the Cruiser.

Grifa, a Druid, stood next to the Ceithre's core with Labi at her side. They two were very worried as the Ceithre had been attacked by the strangers unjustly. Labi called out to the Behemoths on the surface, asking them to send up all of the available Siolta and to begin loading the Farthach Spas with everyone. The Council heard what these two of their number had said, outraged at the stranger's atrocities. Calling out to all in Ar Dtus Chathair Borni said, "Friends and families, though we had finally returned to our long lost home only a few short years ago, we must now leave again. An enemy has unjustly attacked the Ceithre, our pride and joy. Even now she fights against these intruders so that we might be able to escape. Quickly now, grab only that which is most valuable to yourselves. We must board the Farthach Spas once more. Sitceach, send the Siolta to relieve the Ceithre! We must not let our brothers and sisters down!" As soon as Borni had finished his speech every single living creature started to move. All of the Dryads and Teagartha went up to the Farthach Spas. Many of the other creatures came as well, though most of them went back to their former homes, hoping to either escape this new enemy's gaze or defend themselves and their planet from it. All but a few Siolta rushed away from the world towards the asteroid/gas belt. They, unknowingly, passed in front of the second group of ships that the Reich had dispatched.

At the end, without the Reich even having a clue, the Farthach Spas, now fully loaded, escaped from TK-47. They left from the opposite side, shielded from the crimes of the Reich.

The Admiral refused to flee. His ships began to fire upon the small living space-craft, as once again he hailed more reinforcements. His fighters, which had much better weapons than the mere claws of the Siolta, made quick work of the space-borne invertebrates, as the cruiser continued to pass through the field, firing at the Ceithre from afar, as the Corvettes, much faster than the space whale, darted away before their engines could be destroyed, moving around the beast, firing upon its fleshy hide with many guns.

Admiral Lon Mar looked to his array, as he heard that another attack fleet was heading towards TK-47, though the details of its size only told that it held two cruisers. However, Mar was pleased; Cruisers usually came with a sizable fleet to accompany them. It would only be a matter of time, the man thought, before this infernal beast fell before the Reich's mighty guns. 

The frigates, having nearly finished the Siolta around them, began to advance, firing upon the Ceithre, as fighters began to intercept the Siolta surrounding the Ceithre's beaten hide. They were adamant to destroy this menace to humanity, to the Reich's fleets. And the Admiral would make sure it would fall.

This thread is now paused. Drake, you 1,000 meter ship isn't finished. Meaning, you're not allowed to use it in thread, fights, or anything involved in RP. This has just been brought to my attention.

1. https://convergencerp.rpg-board.net/t1370-ceithre-eireabaill  

This hasn't been approved, you can't use it.

2. You're development thread is at 8 posts, it needs to be 10.

Please finish the development thread and get this app approved. Do NOT use ships that you haven't earned yet.

@Defaox

This was going to be my secondary dev thread showing how the ship fares in combat. Or is that not allowed?

no, it is not.

Ok...I'll finish the dev thread tomorrow...