Fledgeling Empires RP

-Earth-

Sergeant Krubuga of the Bargait Suppression Forces stared down the muzzle of his XR-90 Eradicator plasma rifle at the mass of humans marching solemnly his way. Minutes ago, all power to the city had been cut after the workers of the local power plant had gone in revolt. With the city's heavy turrets down, the BSF had been deployed to stop the blatant rebellion in its tracks. Krubuga's squad of 18 soldiers had built a makeshift road blockade, and hastily entrenched themselves behind it when they saw a large group of the main crowd split off and begin marching their way. "Zixi, hand me that ultraphone!" Krubuga commanded a nearby private, who nodded nervously and tossed the small device to his officer. "Attention human workers! Return to your work stations immediately! You have 10 seconds to disperse, after which we will open fire!" Krubuga spat into the ultraphone, the growling words being magnified intensely. The crowd, however, continued unwavered. The Sergeant counted the seconds as they passed mentally, time seeming to slow drastically. As the last second dripped away, he shouted at oe of the privates to fire a warning shot at the feet of one of the protesters.

The air around the private's weapon sizzled as a cloud of superheated gas leapt from it to the ground in front of the marchers, pavement exploding upwards violently. The humans, however, continued forward, now only about 100 feet from the blockade. "Open fire!" Krubuga bellowed, letting loose a volley of three shots at the foremost human. The man exploded, his blood vaporising and his skin turning to dust as the immensely hot bubble of plasma spread across his chest. The other soldiers of the BSF opened fire along with the Sergeant, their weapons spitting deadly gas at the oncoming horde.

The crowd suddenly broke into a run, many of the people pulling out small pistols and steel clubs, probably stolen from their work stations. As Krubuga realized that there was no way his men could hold off this massive wave of flesh, he let loose several more shots, in the name of the Empire. Then his consciousness was ended permanently by a bullet through his head.

((did u make a ooc for this???))

((Yes he did, in the OOC section))

-Earth-

On one of the buildings stood three Human looking Robots, looking down on the crowds of Human Rebells that runned against the Bargait soldiers. They saw that the Bargait Sergeant got shoot in the head by one of the Humans.
"Fools, they can't even stop a group of Human Rebells. I'm feeling sorry.... for the Humans that they diden't got a better fight. Don't you aggre Zin and Zey?"
The longest one, Zin, laughted. "They Bargait Emperor should have accepted the offer that we gaved them. This would not happen if we controled Earth. but then again, they thought that they can do anything. And this is the price they most pay."
The muscular one, Zey, said "What a pity. Hopes that they learn to use real soldiers next time, instead of fools. Killed by a Human, come on! Not even a citizen of Hezaia, The High Priest bless it, would be killed so easily. Or what do you say Zan?"
The leader of them three, Zan, picked up a rock. "We should be the ones to control Earth. Then we could steal their former technology to upgrade ourself."
Zey laughted to that and said "That's true! Only a race of Robots could have the use of their former technology. But the Bragait Empire would never let use to take something from their planets."
"Don't worry Zey. The Bragait Empire is to big. And the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I heard that from one of the Humans. And that Human had a good point. When the Bargait Empire fall, it will lead to chaos for the living. Then it will be our time to rise!" said Zan with a evil laught.

-Earth-

Night hung over the city like a silent killer, its darkness almost tangible in the unlit streets and abandoned apartments. A single Bargait light cruiser hung over the city, 20 or so high-power spotlights protruding from its sleek hull, monitoring key areas and sweeping across the hundreds of buildings that were left dark due to the city's power loss. On the ground, Bargait patrols had trippled, but firefights broke out often. Around sunset, the human rebels had stormed a Bargait weapons factory, and had gotten their hands on hundreds of plasma rifles and ultrasonic pulsers. Every half hour or so a convoy of about 60 Bargait troopers would arive to reinforce the area, coming from Fort Dreagl, about 110 miles to the west.

In the southern precinct of the city, rifles cracked and bodies piled up as a 20-man Bargait contingent was battling a ragtag team of humans, probablym 30 or so of them. While the humans outnumbered them, none of them had an ounce of military training, and many of their shots flew off into empty space or incinerated pieces of a building's wall. The Bargaits, on the other hand, were each armed with a plasma rifle, and one had been assigned a ultrasonic pulser, which they used to great affect. At least nine of the humans were on the ground, grasping their bleeding ears in pain, and the windows of the office building they had entrenched themselves in were completely shattered, revealing one or two gunmen at vantage points. The Bargait patrol suddenly burst into an uttering war cry, a glorious mix between a growl and tongue clicking that confused more than one of the rebels. After letting loose a final blast from the pulser, the Bargaits lept from their entrenchments and into those of the humans, blasting away with plasma rifles. The human lines had been decimated, and the Bargaits systematically entered the building to flush out any rebels that mighth remain to harm them later.

-Bargarax-

On Bargarax, home planet of the Bargait Empire, at the epicenter of the Imperial Command Hub, High Advisor Crucicron sat atop a crimson marble eatched seat, the Emperor, who was seated on an elevated golden throne, on his right. Before the two men stood a BSF commander who had been pulled from Earth to discuss the current situation. "Commander, we've heard the same things of so many other planets. Jivra, Hotopal, Equiz, Gelgador. What can we do to crush this rebellion in its tracks?" The High Advisor growled out. The commander shuffled his feet, shifting his weight onto his two powerful forearms. "We would require a reinforced garrison, along with at least two heavy cruisers to keep this rebellion from comng to fruition. However, I don't believe the problem is the one city completing the rebellion. The problem is word of such acts reaching other population centers, which would undoubtedly move them to rebellion too." Crucicron nodded solemnly, his teeth bared in frustration. "Make it so, and make an example of these humans. I want that city leveled by tomorrow morning." The commander's eyes widened slowly, but he nodded quickly and retreated from the room.

-Hezaia-
On Hezaia, Capital Planet of the Necros, at the Cathedral, home of the High Priest, was a meeting. Members of the Church Council had gathered to disscus plans for the future. On the highly decorated golden Throne, was the High Priest Tazar himself. At his left, on a smaller silver throne, where the High General Hizirus. And at his left was Jiziki, the greatest scientist on Hezaia. There was also Kizar, the richest and only trader in the Necros race, Pakaz the Fleet Admiral, Liziz, the only robot at the meeting that got the shape of a female Human and she is the greatest Spy among the Necros.
"Welcome my Brothers and Sister to another meeting in our wondefull Cathedral. Let us thank Kizar for bringing this great Art work from Earth, and let us thank Pakaz for guarding him from dangers. And let us bless Liziz for giving us the information about how it going on Earth and all the other planets outside our beautiful planet of Hezaia. I most ask, how can you get so good information without being there?" said the High Priest with a wonderfull smile on his "face".
"I got three spies on Earth that gives me all the information about the Human movements and the Bargaits doing" was her answer. Jiziki, the Scientist, said "And you could not be able to get the information without my inventions. The Planetary Radio is usefull for Fast Information Sendings, and will soon be used in the Military!"
Everyone gaved Jiziki applauds. Then the High Priest went up from his Throne and said "I hopes this was all the important news, because I have to go to make a speech to the People of Hezaia. May you be blessed from me until the next meeting!" With those words, everyone leaved the Meeting Hall.

-Earth-

Bargait Light Cruiser Punisher stood like a silent omen over the city, and the early dawn's crimson sun shoen off of its mirror-like hull, flashing blinding light onto the humans below. The Bargait ground forces had retreated from the city around midnight, and the humans believed they were victorious in their rebellion.

Commodore Grig of the Bargait Federal Navy scoffed, a gurgled grunt for a Bargait. The humans were clearly highly misinformed. In a few moments, his ship would open fire on the helpless populace below, and would utterly destroy them. An almost literal version of the Earth expression 'rain on your parade'. Behind Grig, a lieutenant shuffled his feet and shifted his large forearms, grasping a vidfile in a powerful fist. Grig turned quickly, his black navy uniform ruffling lightly. "Commodore, we've received affirmation from the Imperial Command Hub." The officer said gruffly as he handed Grig the file. Grig nodded and snatched it away, going over the contents of the file briefly to ensure it was not a prank being played by the bridge's less mature occupants, one that could lose Grig a good deal of credibility along with a rank or two.

"Thank you, lieutenant." He said coldly before turning towards the microphone on the bridge's control pad, mashing a beefy thumb down on the red button before it. "Attention, human city dwelling. It has come to the attention of the Bargait Empire that a rebellion has taken place in this city. While you believe yourselves victorious in liberating this population center, you are sorely mistaken. It is understandable that some inhabitants may be innocent of rebellious acts, but this is the consequence of innitiating hostilities with the rulers of this galaxy. Goodbye."

Grig let go of the button, and signaled to three officers who were nearby. On the ship's sleek hull, twelve concussion guns emerged from the mass of steel and wiring.

Walking into the main hq comm center room. Lord andreas looks at all his soldiers at work.
"give me contact with the bargait empire...i need to...tlak with them.

One soldier responds.
"yes sir! right away sir!"
He sends a com link to the bargait empire, for thier leader to respond.

-Bargarax-

Lieutenant Officer Nesegree bent to one knee and arm, using opposite appendages to keep his uneven body weight from bringing him toppling to the ground. "My most enigmatic and benevolent Emperor, we have recieved a transmission from the Charites." The Emperor, an aging Bargait with both powerful arms resting heavily on his gold-etched throne, lifted his bloodhsot eyes to look directly into the Lieutenant Officer's. "Subspace?" He rasped out. Nesegree nodded, eyes widened slightly. "Very well, show to me this transmission."

Lord Andreas waits at the com TV when is brights up and shows an image of the Bargait lord.
"Hello my lord, we have reports of a spt in your officers ranks. We just captured a team of men, who told us this, you might want to look this over. That and one more thing, we are ready for strike teaming, so send us the signal and the location and we will serve."
He bows after he finishes talking.

Transcendii Capitol Ship Athena

Johnson Williams yawned deeply, stretching his arms as far as they would go. Slowly, almost painfully, he stood up, tossing the thin blanket that he had been assigned aside. Awareness finally starting to break through the barrier that had been erected by fatigue, he quickly pulled the nearest shirt to his position over his head and headed out the thin steel door that separated his quarters from the bustling activity of the hallway beyond.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, he reached a door. Quickly pressing a button beside it, the door screeched as it slid open, revealing a small boxlike room. Williams, entered the steel box, and pressed another button on the inside. The door shut and the room began to shake and rattle as it climbed the sixty meters to deck A, and the bridge.

The Transcendii's small fleet of mismatched and highly customized vessels had been floating through the depths of space for the better part of a century, with no respite in sight.

After the lift finally halted and the door slide open, Williams stepped out into another hallway. Walking down this for a while, he reached his destination.

Turning into the bridge, he stood at the door for a brief moment. The bridge was more than the ship's command center, it was the heart and soul of what remained of the Transcendii Research Society. All the actions of the rest of the ships under control of the Transcendii were run through this room. It was almost like the capitol building of the Transcendii... except that it was lit only by incandescent lightbulbs, the light from which barely reflected from the walls, giving them a dull sheen. Far from the standard opulence that would be expected from a capitol!

The room was large and rectangular. The door opened up at the far end of the rectangle, and lining to two long walls that connected to the wall the door opened into were crammed with various interfaces and people. Everything, communications, radar readings, weapons controls, navigation, was controlled from these consoles.

Dead center in the bridge was the stereotypical "captains chair." Only in this case, it wasn't the captains chair at all, rather the Grandmaster's chair. Currently unoccupied, the chair was probably the only thing on the entire ship not made of metal. "Including the food," Williams thought, smiling. Shaking his attention back to the task at hand he walked over to a young woman manning one of the stations.

"Well you're releaved for now," he said," my shift doesn't start for another ten minutes, but I may was well start it now."

"Thank you Will," the woman replied, standing up and hastening out of the room, most likely to get some sleep of her own. Williams was one of the many, many, communications technicians that manned the bridge at any given moment. Compared to the others though, his position was at least slightly interesting. He was a xenolinguist, and on the rare occasion that the Athena needed to make contact with a ship from another race, it was his job to do the translating as best as he could. While he was capable of speaking a great many languages, there were just as many he didn't know.

"Well, its time for another long day..." he thought sitting down in the metal seat and leaning back.

"Excellent." The elderly Emperor rasped out, his red-streaked eyes thinning almost undetectably. "Earth, home planet of those selfish sapients. Strike at the top five population centers, and destroy every trace of human authority among the workers. Leave the civilian housing and industrial/farming areas alone, however. They are necessary for the planet's continued usefulness. That is all." And with that, Emperor Iartax cut off the transmission.

The lieutenant officer still lingered however, and the Emperor stirred after a few moments. "What else?" He asked, quite irritated. "Lord Emperor, the bounty hunter we've hired to track those human dissidents, the Transcendii... he's gone missing. However, we do have an emergency signal from his ship in deep space." Emperor Iartax sighed, rolling his eyes. "Send what you feel necessary."

Birds are chirping peacefully across the land. The wind makes a smooth and relaxing melody. Rivers and lakes are flowing gracefully. Tygel is a peaceful, happy and civilized place to live. This is all about to change.

The singing birds casually get more and more silent as each day passes. Black, cloudy skies start to cover the ground. The farmers are starting to flee their homes or arm themselves. The lakes and rivers start to become tainted with blood from viscous battles. War is coming to Tygel, nothing can stop it now.

The reason? The Empire. The Empire came to Tygel years ago, and seemed peaceful enough. They didn't disturb the inhabitants of Tygel until now. A massive, terrifying city was being built in the mid-center of Tygel. It is made for one thing, and one thing only: to produce the largest and strongest military of the land. This military's purpose is to conquer and destroy the peaceful land of Tygel, and claim it as their own.

Will you stand and fight? Or submit to their ruling and surrender?

Tygel
In the center is situated the Empire. The capital city bears the same name as the world, and is known as The Capital City of Tygel. The inhabitants of the Empire are, for the most part, simple humans. The region is mainly flatland's, and agriculture is very present. The peasants are mostly farmers and breeders. Since the country is full of plains, it is ideal for horses. The Empire's army is the biggest, and strongest. Its Cavalry is well known and feared by other nations. Amongst it is an Order known as Heavenly Guards. It is a group of elite warriors that strength is equaled only by their infinite faith towards their Gods. In other words, these warriors will not stop until killed.

In the North is situated the Kaer Thysaer, in elven native language, or Great Forest.
No one enters these deep forests, for it is home to the wise Elves. The Elves are no enemy of the Empire, and there even was a time when they were allied to them. But this time is long since gone. Entry to the Great Forest is strictly prohibited, if there is any intruders the Elves won't hesitate to make them leave, sometimes resulting in hostility. Only messengers/couriers are granted entrance into these mysterious woods. There is not many things known on the Elves Forest. No one knows how deep it is, or even where the Elven city is. The only sure information known is that the city if called Baresi, and that they study powerful Arcane and Nature magic. Click here for a sample picture.

To the East, lay powerful enchanters and manipulators. These creatures are most cunning, and take delight in playing mind tricks and powerful Shadow magic on their foes. These sinister tricksters are known as Faeries. They live in a somewhat underground city, known as Luslos. No human man or woman has ever set foot inside Luslos, as they were quickly turned to mind-slaves or killed off. The Faeries were originally the enemies and pests of Tygel, but now that the Empire has arrived, they have unwillingly allied with the other nations of Tygel in order to stop the Empire. On another note, the Faerie are extremely beautiful and stunning creatures, as if to be Succubi or Sirens. Click here for a sample picture.

To the West are the mighty mountains, home to the Dwarves. The Dwarf capital is named Stormhammer, in honor of their God. These powerful brutes are redundantly known for their strength and willingness to fight. The Dwarves are highly skilled in Tracking, making them excellent Hunters and marksmen with a bow and arrow. Their most favored weapon, however, is the axe. Often, Dwarves have pets with them, in order to hunt and kill more effectively. These "pets", can be anything from a bear, to a bird. At first, the Empire allied the Dwarves, but it diminished over the years, and our at hostilities with them. Click here for a sample picture.

To the south is a vast, arid desert. This desert is home to the Wizards, or as they call themselves, Kyl'ins, which translates to Majestic Ones. From they're Scholar city, Sul'adhra, they study Elemental magic, and some even practice Demonology. Demonology is the act of summoning or "calling" Demons to fight and aid you. This destructive magic is only used by the sub-class - Warlock. These Wizards are extremely talented in magic and magical spells. Their weapon of choice is usually a staff, as it helps focus and direct their spells. Without a staff, a Wizard can lose his focus when casting, and make his/her spell too powerful, thus resulting in devastating situations. Wizards never posed any threat to any other race, until recently. A new man was placed at the head of the Council, and since then, Sul'adhra has declared war to the Empire. Both countries are now preparing themselves for the war to come. Click here for a sample picture.

The other inhabitants of Tygel.
The other races and classes are vastly wide. Centaurs, Orcs, Cyclopes's, Minotaur, Trolls, and other mythical creatures make up this "other race". They have no home, no tribe, and no loyalty to anyone. Most are nomads, and lost wanderers - some even mercenaries.
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