Keya's faction: 'the new generation' (and the dracholm government who was the dominant ruler of the planet) wanted to make allies outside the other colonized other planets to do bussiness with and help suppress the moon elven empire, who has escaped the planet and rejuvenated itself in an undisclosed location and keeps trying to take the planet back and reinstall their old empire and enslave the sun elves once more...

she travelled around for a long time, not sure where her destination but she was confident that is she could get off her planet she would be able to get back on too, after a months days of flying near the sagitarius arm the ship runs out of fuel, keya who at that time was in the fitness bay in a more skimpy outfit, a tank top with her normal leather leggins gets notified, she sighs and stops her training and orders the captain to broadcast an S.O.S message to signal any nearby ship.

Close by, the signal is picked up by another ship. Ancient in design but running smoothly as it silently cruses though space. Mortimus looks down at the control panel, symbols and lights glow in the darkness of the cabin. He flicks a few switches and brings down a mic from the overhead console.
"This is Mortimus Vrax, captain of Leviathan class fighter: The Valkyre." He looks around the empty cockpit. Technically he wasn't a captain but he liked the sound of it.  "We have received your distress call and are on route."  He returned the mic to the console and took the controls once again, gliding the craft forward. Another ship appears on the scanner and a voice crackles on the intercom. "Wh...ance do...re? My...nd I...an happ...you."  Mortimus reaches up and slaps the side of the console. Whistling he pulls his ship alongside the other, much larger one in a supportive position.

"Bugger."  As soon as the new ship arrived, Mortimus was on his feet, running over to another console. He hit a few switches and pulled a lever and a hum started to build in the bowels of the ship as bars on monitors grew. He then ran back to the main desk, flicking switches and buttons. Mortimus had heard of the Seraphim before, not a lot but he knew a Seraphim ship when he saw one. With a few more switches and the ship turned, facing the new ship head on. Grabbing his mic once more he sent a message over to the ship. "Halt, this is a relief mission to respond to a distress signal. If you interfere with or hinder us it will be a criminal offence under... some law somewhere I imagine... But the point still stands, if you cause trouble I will be forced to retaliate." Mortimus placed the mic back and got ready at the console, eyeing up the bars still rising on the display.

keya was walking through the armaments corridor in her training outfit with a small bottle of water, she hasnt bothered to put her rogue armor on again, she didnt really expect anything to happen, until the ship shook making the ground tremble for wich she nearly fell to the ground.

"what thre fuck?!" she yells as she awkwardly spreads her legs on the ground to stay upright, she listened closely and heard yelling, as if battle cries. "pirates...of course." she took a microphone looking thing from her hip and yells orders into it, but with her being the only soldier on the ship and the rest just being civilians and sailing crew her orders came out a bit odd "control panel! lock down the civilian section and the cargo bay! open armory 21 and keep the cockpit locked down and kill the lights, we have company!"

as her command was recieved by the control panel, all doors leading to the cargo bay and the civilian quarters were closed, preventing them from taking hostages and stealing any of the resources, and with the lights killed, keya had a stealth advantage as she rushed to the armory.

the armory held mediocre human made weapons "why would i get a break anyway" and her heavy gun was still in her civilian room, so she took a heavy pistol and some ammo, it was a pistol that only humans could have made, it fired big powerfull rounds at a low firerate but had its potent if her aim was good, wich fortunatly was something she possessed.

she rushed to the breaching point where the pirates have entered and shot the first one she saw in the head, she could handle these men if she had her armor, but she was much more vulnerable since she was wearing nothing but leather pants and a tank top, and she horribly regrets wearing high heels as she needs to be even more careful not to make any noise.

meanwhile in the cockpit the captain responded to the two other ships "this is the D.C.C Roothearth, civilian carrier class ship calling for help, we ran out of fuel and are currently under attack by pirates. our ship has no external defense methods and we brought along only one warrior, while she is the best our planet has to offer we dont know what she is up against. we are requesting combat support and fuel for our ship, we have one landing bay for help to land. situation is dire, S.O.S"

The radio crackles once again and Mortimus slaps the console.
"Piece of junk." The message clears up and the last few sentences come through.
"..at she is up against. we are requesting combat support and fuel for our ship, we have one landing bay for help to land. situation is dire, S.O.S" Mortimus nods and flicks a few switches, setting his ship to head to the mentioned bay. He then runs out the cockpit, through a narrow corridor to be back of the ship. Picking up a few tanks and harness he runs to the engine room, to the fuel tank. After attaching the tanks he was carrying and pulling a rusty lever, thick, red liquid pours into the tanks, giving off an unsettling glow. Once they were both full, Mortimus pulled on the harness and attached the tanks to the back, making it easier to carry them while keeping his hands free. Running back to the cockpit he grabs his wide brimmed hat and trusty revolver. Outside, the bay doors open, letting the little ship inside. Mortimus stood by the airlock as the ship lowered its landing gear and floated shakily to the ground.

As Mortimus' ship landed in the bay, the door slide open and he jumped out, instantly bring up his revolver. The bay was empty yet the sound of battle echoed over the ship. He walked across the room and deeper into the ship. Up ahead he could hear the sound of movement. Hiding in a doorway he muttered under his breath. He
 "3 of them... heavy armour... one is wounded... wheezing?... Injury to chest... each with heavy weapons."  Mortimus peaked round the door as the figures rounded the corner. 4 figures. Bugger. He'd have to get inventive. He waited till 3 of the pirates had passed before stepping out, elbowing the 4th in the neck, hitting a gap in the armour, knocking him down. The other 3 turn, weapons ready but Mortimus pushes at the air, feeling a dark force pulse through him as he pushes the particles in the air between him and the closest pirate, sending him flying into the one behind, both going down. A shot rings out as the last pirate standing opens fire. The shot rips through Mortimus' coat and scraped across his rip. In response, Mortimus brought up his revolver, firing a single shot to the pirate's head, the primitive yet powerful projectile snapping his head back. Mortimus' looked down at his chest. The shot from the pirate had found a gap in his ancient armour and had chipped a piece off his rib. Muttering, he closed his coat again, cursing his brittle bones.More sounds echoed from down the corridor and Mortimus ran if that direction.

After a few twists and turns he came to another long corridor. At the end was a woman, dressed in leather trousers and a tank top. He stopped quickly, sliding into another doorway and peeking out. The lack of light made it hard to see but from her build and posture, he deduced she was in the military. Sliding his revolver into his coat, Mortimus stepped out, arms raised and whistled subtly.

Kyle was a bit startled. He had been following the female Sun Elf (who he had discovered was named Keya) ever since the Seraphim incident on Mytheria, and now he was in a dead floating ship with more Seraphim. He hated the creatures. He stepped out from around the corner behind Keya at the same time someone with a wide-brimmed hat stepped in front of her with his hands raised. He drew his knife with his left hand, thinking about the stump that was his right arm. Kyle made a mental note to aproach Keya after the raid, introduce himself, and ask how to heal his arm or replace it. 

He watched the man's eyes widen at the sight of a young, one-armed elf, but he hoped he didn't say anything. This Keya probably didn't appreciate children stalking her, even if he had unknowingly fought with her on Mytheria.

soon the ammo of her pistol ran out and she had to seek cover, if the pirates were sober and clever enough to keep their distance from the small unarmed woman they would easily be able to get her to surrender, but one drunk pirate got closed and was immediatly grabbed and used as a human shield, she took his pistol and shot down other pirates and shot the shield in the head with the remaining bullet.

she crackled her neck as she got an idea and started doing this in chain succesion by grabbing one unfortunate pirate that ventures too close to her that will serve as a human shield gets executed after stopping the bullets of 7 other pirates...

soon her area was clear of pirates and she rushed to the civilian bay, the funds could be stolen and she could get more, but if she failed to protect the citizens of the sunset isles, not only will they be enslaved once more, she will lose her right to stay the champion of the sun.

upon arriving she has grabbed an old but powerfull pump action shotgun from one of the pirates she killed earlier and shoots most of them in the back of the head, she had no idea how many of them where left, before reloading she takes cover and yells in the intercom "all hands! report in to the civilian carriage bay, pirates are taking prisoners and they're overwhelming my firerate! urgent armed support requested!"

Mortimus slowly approached the sun elf before noticing a figure behind her. Mortimus tilted his head. A child?... family?.. No, they look different... Assassin?... Possibility but unlikely... Admirer?...Most likely. Before he could take another step, Mortiums watched as a huge Serphim appeared from nowhere ane break the gun in the sun elf's hands. He rolled, the tanks of fuel on his back clanging on the floor and he rose, next to the sun elf and the child. Now that he was closer, the dim light showed his face, or lack of. The bright white of bone revealed that Mortimus had a skull for a head, balanced on a bony spine, empty eye sockets directed at the Seraphim. He raised his arm and fired his revolver twice, one shot hitting the Seraphim's shoulder but not penetrating the armour, the second whistling past his head. Cursing, Mortimus holstered his gun and raised his gloved fists.

she grins ominously at braakk, with her not having any weapons and more pirates would be here soon she would be in trouble, but instead she casualy proceeded to pick up a new weapon from the ground, she quickly found that braakk wasnt very right in the head either, wich perhaps made them related a bit.

she picked up some clips and hung them from her belt during this short pause of combat to reload the gun and prepare herself for the next wave of pirates as she kept an eye on braakk and mortimus.

Kyle noticed the confused expression on Bone-Man's face when he looked at him. He decided to ignore it for the time being, as a massive Seraphim came into view and broke Keya's gun. Kyle jumped when Bone-Guy popped up next to him and fired a revolver at the pirate. Kyle akwardly slashed at the pirate's leg, but his knife bounced off, causing him to stumble into the other man's leg. "Hey Bone-Dude," he grunted at he pushed himself up, his right arm stump brushing against the man's leg. "I'm Kyle, who are you?"

A loud crack echoed around the ships. Three massive Nypherian MC2B23's warped around the smaller ships. The massive armada is nearby and had picked up the SOS signal and sent in a scout party to check it out. The massive 2,000 meter ships hovered for a moment as they scanned the ships nearby. The AI had picked up three parties within the area. All ships could hear a looming sound of static within the ships systems as everyone had gotten scanned.

System Scanning ://: Three Targets ://: Many Life Forms Detected ://: WARNING, ROGUE VARIABLES DETECTED, ENEMY PIRATES LOCATED ://: Code Settings....Eliminate


The code fluttered on the ships main computers as they began to communicate with themselves. They all located and marked all pirate ships. They also noted the other ships that weren't listed as pirates and marked them as green or "Non-Combat". Frigates slowly exited the large Nypherian ships. Four Frigates each left the three MC2B23's. Making it 12 frigates in total that had come out of the MC2B23's. Nypherian fighters had also come out of the massive Nypherian ships as they came out in a total of 40 ships. The Frigates began to fire towards the Pirates and the fighters began to swarm them with fire as well.

The sound of combat could be heard outside of Keya's ship. The MC2B23's turbo plasma cannons also began to focus their fire on the pirates ships. The loud cannons echoed with every round that was fired.

Kyle was enraged now that he could get a good look at this Seraphim's face. It was the face of the creature that had amputated his right arm with a heavy blaster shot. Kyle shouted "You bastard! Go to Hell with your slavery!" as he transformed into a werewolf. He felt Bone-Man's hand attempting to hold him back, but he leaped straight at Braakk, teeth bared, left claws outstretched, and still missing his right arm.

she snickered ominously at his proposal and decides to respond. "oh please do take me as your slave, its only a matter of time before the new generation comes crashing in your little ship to find me...an option for you might be to...eheheh 'retreat' to your ship that is under attack..." she says as she lays the big gun on her shoulder casualy and stares the tall seraphim down, her small frame once more played in her favor as he obviously underestimated her, she was very strong for one, unlike the rest of her race...

she displayed a creepy smile on her face, hearing of the slaves the seraphim pirates have and speaks into her dialer to the cockpit. "take note: seraphim pirates have slaves, send this info to HQ and get them on the new generation's shitlist..." she then put the dialer back on the pouch as she snickers. "i think you are underestimating me...i am nothing like my kin..."

The three massive ships began to surround the stalled ship. Another scan went over the stalled ship. The scan caused static on all radio frequencies. The ships have located all known survivors and pirate signatures within the ship. The Nypherians then opened their code and turned the ship off. Frigates then surrounded the ship and began to shoot any pirate vessels nearby. One ship had disconnected from the stalled vessel. A communication had been sent to the Nypherian ships and they ignored all communications but sent one back. It showed up on the screen of Mistle’s ship.

“ Connecting…..Connected.
Warning ://: Distance required ://: Stay away from Nypherian Ships”
               

          The ship everyone is on shuttered for a bit as the Frigates held the ship in place. The fighters and other frigates were now keeping the pirates at bay. They also seemed to be leading them into another direction. This “bait” is not something they would fall for. The Nypherian ships stood by the stalled ship and began to prep a boarding party of Nypherian troops. Two more MC2B23's appeared around the ship as reinforcements had arrived. They stood by and provided covered support. The Frigates connected a bridge to the ship and hacked the door. The door swung open. Nypherian soldiers moved into the ship and stopped at the sight of the Pirate and a werewolf. They aimed their weapons at the Pirate and outnumbered him with 15 of their own men.
              

          One Cybernetic Soldier walked out into view. “You have nowhere to go. We have pushed your “friends” back and killed some. You’re alone and I recommend you surrender.”

Kyle looked around at the situation. Cybernetic soldiers had just busted in and surrounded the pirate he wanted to kill. Not wanting to aggravate them, he simply returned to his elf form and prepared to stowaway on their ship when they left. He quietly attempted to sneak around them, hoping none of them would notice.