Tue Oct 11, 2011 8:45 am by Adramelech
*Krev'ral'korido had been in a rather bad way when the news they were moving out came. Not in a bad way in the manner most would think of the term, more in what he and his soon to be wife were up to. The messenger was not exactly polite when he barged in, though Vralk believed the shock on the messengers face was enough to forgive the intrusion. Vralk faces the pale blue skin man.*
What is it that brings you here?
Sorry sir but I have bad news, two lots actually.
Spit it out quickly, I was in the middle of something.
Sorry Sir. I was just informed that your father died. You are to take up his position as High Commander of the House Phalanx. Also I am here to tell you that the Phalanx is requested for the liberation effort of Csilla. Sir, we are returning home.
*Krev'ral'korido blinks once, his red eyes stare at the messenger. Silently he waves the younger man off, standing up butt naked and pushing him out the door. Closing it behind him he walks back to his bed and burrows his head in his hands. Shaking his head he runs his hands through his black hair, he must do his father proud and as such he will walk into battle proud. He shall return his father's body into the ground his ancestors have been laid to rest. Vralk feels the passion and rage rise within. He looks to the bathroom door in which his fianc├â┬® had retreated to, and with a grim smile writes a brief farewell letter. He hates goodbye and knows she would only delay the already delayed times. He swiftly stands and walks into his personal armory. Snatching up his Charrics, notably his personal Sniper Rifle. He knows he must go via his fathers on the way and pick up something vital.*
Vralk activates his comlink and connects it to the intercom system of the barracks, mess hall, training rooms, and workshops. He breathes in, his first command as High Commander escapes his lips. The new leader of the House Phalanx, he takes the step up.*
:: GEAR UP MEN!!! We go to war! We go to liberate our brethren. We go to free our home! For the Csilla!! For the CHISS!!!! ::
*The passion within Vralk's voice echoes through the halls and rooms. The men snap into action, their Patriotic spirit rising, their sense of duty breaking out, and their own desire to go home all cause them to move faster than any had previously in their lives. Armor is donned, weapons wielded. Machines of war preped, Spac craft and transports started and already going through their take off cycles. Everyone had been informed of the new leadership now, and no one dare question it. Home! Home is what they desire now and who are they to deny that desire?*
*Krev'ral'korido enters his dad's home. It's quiet, too quiet and he fights back nostalgia. Swiftly he walks over to his dad's armory and uses his hand print to open the door. Entering he sees the armor with in, the white snow camouflage painting over it. Closing his eyes he places it on bit by bit, removing his clothing he hastily put on, and replacing it with the body glove. Finally, upon placing on the last shoulder piece he turns to the right. Upon the wall lays a Vibrosword, not just any Vibrosword, at least that is what his Father had told him. What made it different is another issue for a later date. But being of the Korido house it could be anything.*
*Sheathing it against his left leg he turns and grabs the last thing, a white snow colored cloak made of some animal. He remembers his dad talking of this, an heir loom supposedly, and thus it is his now. He feels the fur along the hood and smiles bittersweetly. Then in a swift movement he swings it over his shoulders and attaches it to his armor. Picking up the helmet that goes with the armor he puts it under arm. He does not wish to wear such a stuffy thing for longer than needed. Quickly walking outside after gathering his personal weaponary he pulls the cloak's fur hood over his head with his free hand. His red eyes spot the armored gunship that will serve as his transport, he swiftly enters it and it lifts off heading to the predetermined rendezvous point.*
*The gunship flies over the armies that had formed up below. Must be nearly 40,000 men strong below, a sight you do not see often. The majesty of it wears off quickly as Vralk activates his comlink once more as he sees they are ready to move out.*
:: To Csilla we must go! Load up and your pilots will lead you to the rally point I have recieved from the Aristroca himself. This day we ride to victory and extinguish our foes. Our enemies will fall to our weapons. They will be vanquished!! ::
*Vralk walks to the front of the gunship as he activates the console so the loading ramp closes. Waving his hand the cockpit door opens and he passes a datapad to the Pilot. He nods as he punches in the coordinates to the hyperdrive, then quickly he beams it to the other pilots. Nodding And with a pat on the pilots shoulder, and a sideways glance at the co-pilot, Vralk walks back to the gunships main area. Munitions and four other Commandos are on this gunship. Looking out the view port he watches as the men below race in an orderly fashion into their ships. Then slowly as the ship rises he watches as each of the ships take off like someone had upset the nest of insects. Then shortly there after he watches the planet fade and without much warning it disappeared as the ship entered hyperspace soon to be followed by a force few have seen break forth from the unknown.*