Thread: In the Rage of War (Juicy & Haldir)

I blew out a mouthful of air to the sound of the critical state of your burning ship. My decision was made. I had no choice by to allow the landing. It seemed the situation was a lose-lose case, but if I acted correctly, perhaps this could be used to our world's advantage. Mr. Rein Odva, was it? You listen to me, and you listen hard and well. We are opening a landing strip for you to the far right of your coordinates. The driveway will be lit up like a shinning hoard of fireflies. There is no way you can miss it. By the ratings of your ship, the strip is rather small, so it will be a tight landing and it must be placed with precision or your ship will disintegrate on landing. Ships will be ready on stand-by to assist your ship and your passengers. I will have my air force prepared to shower your ship assuming a flame will be set with admission to planet. But there's one thing that you must listen closely. It is still dark on our planet. It is difficult to navigate through the night but the worst problem you are currently facing are the Torklurs gory creatures that lurk in the night and are attracted to fire. They will attack your ship predictably in a pack. I am assembling my military to prepare to destroy the threat of Torklurs, but if you fire and attack our ships you stand no chance against these large animals on your own. I ask you disable all form of weaponry and leave the attacking to my men. Is that understood, Mr. Odva? While I discussed the current situation, my brother was quick to get his army up on foot. CLEAR DISTRICT 6! MOVE ALL FIGHTERS TO DISTRICT 11 AND GATHER AID ON DISTRICT 6! MAKE WAY FOR LANDING. LIGHT UP THE RAIL, FIRE THE DOLKENBU, CHANGE THE BULBS TO THE SUNLAMPS. Let's get this track ready for landing! Move, move, move! Everyone was scrambling to their feet. Preparing everything they had been told to do. The Dolkenbu was a mist of chemicals that burned the skin of the Torklurs. They weren't toxic enough to kill the animals, but they were strong enough to keep them away. Since the sun had yet to fully rise, our city was still in dark the Torklur were roaming around, waiting for a new target to come in their path. They were hungry, clearly, and they have the jaws to rip a ship apart to get what they want. Clear carnivores, the only reason they had yet to eat our entire city was because of the Dolkenbu mist, which isn't all that healthy for out people either. But it was the only contraception against an attack. It has been a long-hard battle against these murderous creatures since they began to emerge 167 years ago. They mysteriously began to roam the air, something never seen and strangely appearing across the planet. Were they genetically created? Naturally mutated? Purposely placed on our planet by another species? It was a mystery. The only thing that saved us was the sunlight, but even that was limited. Ships dispersed and parked on District 5, the strip parallel to District 6. They were ready, after only 14 minutes, to assist the Sith once they arrived. Ambulances, firefighters, and truckloads of supplies were assembled in just 20 minutes. It was enough to help until more supplies were flown in. A dormitory was already being set-up in the University of Rakrendistk, across from the hospital, on my command, to host the Sith until they received help from their Empire. The University had hundreds of empty rooms ready for use. Out of sheer luck, the University was empty due to, conveniently, intersection school break of 6 weeks. Students, after every semester of school, were obliged to move out of their dorm despite return 6 weeks later. Dorms were usually switched nevertheless. The dorms are clean, but food and full bathroom supplies would not be available for another hour or so, but that was just something they would have to live with. District 6 was prepared and ready. The track was lit up and the blasters were prepared to attack the Torklur. I could already see the Sith ship entering the atmosphere and coming in fast. They were already on fire, battered clearly, and that fire would be quick to spread. The Torklur were already licking their lips to the sight of the ship. They could smell the blood, breathe the fire, and would not miss out on this chance. Pilots take your stance. Launch in 3, 2, 1. The sound of a loud blast shook the ground in the command center. The ships were off into the air prepared to do what it takes to chase the savages from attacking the Sith. The fighter-crafts were equipped specifically to battle the Torklur. They had blasters that fired a plasmic formula, consisting a powerful Dolkenbu, sunlamp solution which was hot and bright, and a mixture of natural ingredients that melted the skin of the animals. But these blasters were not easy to formulate. They used a lot of energy and a lot of formula in order to bring down a Torklur and took months to create a proper solution that is effective. Despite the difficulties, we hadn't had a need to use the fighter-crafts for a couple of years. We were luckily equipped with plenty of formula to attack. Let's just hope it still worked. The Torklur had already begun to approach the Sith. They were the size of a foot-ball field ultimately huge. Their mouth could fit a fighter ship easily and there were at least a dozen in the sky that night. They had started to form into their pack to attack, but my army's fighters were already all over them. Blasting them from left to right. Swerving from side-to-side in order to dodge them and to avoid impact with the ship itself. One by one the Torklur fell from the sky, one or two fell dead, but the others just flew away into the distance in fear. But there were a couple that would not give up. One of them taking an aligator snap onto the side of the ship. BLAST THE TORK, BLAST THE TORK! SHE'S GOT A MOUTHFUL OF THE SHIP! BLAST HER! Shots were being fire and after a few moments she let go and squirmed in pain as her skin melted off of her faces bone. They're pulling back! Brace the driveway. Water the ship and flash the lights. The lights were flashed as told. There was no way anyone could miss the track. It was the brightest piece of land for thousands of miles. When the ship came close to the ground, hoses of water spat out gallons of water to cool the ship and extinguish the flames spitting out the sides of the plane. I bit my lip nervously, bringing my thumb into my mouth to bite on in order to calm my shaking nerves. I regained confidence and shook off my jitters. I walked, surrounded by guards and armed men, towards the exit of the complimentary building. There was one complimentary building for every landing strict, and they were all attached to the Commander Center, a monstrous building that indoor-parked all important ships and controlled all flights in and out of Korlus. The entire air force was managed in that building. The doors opened and I exited. A large gust of gold wind greeted me as I walked outside, watching the very ship that could be the hell of me land it's giant ass on my property. All I could do now was hold my head up high, look confident and beautiful, and hope for the best.