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Out of Darkness
Topic Started: Jan 4 2015, 01:41 AM (90 Views)
Master Solon
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The night was coming undone as the Sun began to pear over the glistening peak of the mighty Mount Olympus. The temple on the snow covered peak glimmered as the sunlight hit it golden roof that could be seen miles in the heart of the capital. The majestic city, heart of the empire began to rustle at the thought of renewed prosperity a new day may bring them. Home to many millions of the people, the marble streets looked as though they would never handle the sheer amount that traveled to there daily affairs. With the refugees of an entire planet living within its wall it was thought the city would break into anarchy with nil enough supplies to go around. And yet it made it, out of a dark time and into the light. Without Apollo the journey was a difficult one but they passed the trials and were finally ready to head out amidst the stars once more.

At the heart of the metropolis lied the Great Temple of Zeus where the four major avenues leaded from the outer most parts of the city. Braziers roared at the top of the steps bounce light of the monolithic bronze doors at the entrance to the temple. Normally the doors would be open to all worshipers, praying daily for the return of their god but this morning they were shut. Within the bowels of the temple in a dark room lit only with few blue accent lights a group of men stood over a holo table going over a message they had picked up from deep space.


Bearing down at the head of the table a grizzled old man still in the prime of his life wore the plume of Apollo, a silver and gold cloak. The platemail armor he whore had a blue tint from the lights, even in the darkened room intricate detail could still be seen. Feather and olive branches embroidered his chest plate witch led up to an ample white beard and a gold symbol of Apollo on his forehead. He was the First, and Last Prime of Apollo, Master Solon. Know to some as the Wise Ox for beaning the wise father of all Jaffa and being able to out pull a team of Oxen. Not many lived to be his age in the realm of Apollo due to the many wars that had gone on since time began but those that did were known for there legendary dead, and Solon was no Exception. Like all Jaffa within the High Guard their hair was left to grow in curls to just below their shoulders to still allow the head piece to activate.


Contemplating on the message they had just received, not from their god, but another. Ares another survivor of the Olympian wars was calling to all for a summit to resolve the current shifts in power that had resulted the last Titan conflict. Although they had no God, they had a leader. Master Solon had brought back the empire from the precipice of darkness and risen from the ashes of so many wars. Bringing all Goa'uld, Jaffa and Humans to a single purpose, survive another day. Looking up towards the others around the table he gave his word which was law of the land, even the Goa'uld knelt to his command.

"We must attend, we must rejoin the galaxy. This is our time, assemble a detachment, I will embark personally."


With that orders began shouting throughout the room as the plan came into effect. Master Solon will see this Ares himself and bring the Empire back into the light.
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Far Outer Reaches of Olympian Space

The darkness of space lit only by the distant stars of the cosmos. Even Olympia's home Sun a distant memory now, a granulate of sand in the ocean of the the milky way. A great asteroid field permeates through the void between Olympia and its nearest neighbor two and half light years away. The gravitational pull of a mighty star still felt as rock and bits of debris still taking there long arcing orbits between the stars. Between the rocky fields shimmering back voids pass by, blocking even the stars behind them. Not coalesced there appear to be several as the steadily fly through a minor cloud of dust, reflecting off what appears as a silent formation of unknown objects.

Out from behind a minor asteroid comes the screaming roar of a dozen Al'kesh bombers heading straight towards the blackened voids. Their blue balls of ionized plasma light up as they ring through space impacting what appear to be shields. The explosions on the shields light up the blackened hulled vessels as their turrets fire back. The black voids where none other than a patrol of six Attila Class Ha'taks coming to inspect the area around the Olympian homeworld. The Al'kesh make a final pass before moving off as the trailing bomber gets blown away by the retaliating Attila warships. They make it to a small barren planetoid, rounding to the other side with their pursuers falling right behind them.

A darkened area, void of life, all but the slow steady breathing of a lowly individual standing above a dimly lit tactical board. Nothing is happening, waiting, watching for a moment then pings on the board alert the deck... we have incoming. The room rings to life as the lights come on and the humming of the engines echo throughout the ship. There are dozens working around the bridge as the ship comes back to life. An individual at the front wearing a helmet device completely covering his head. Circular in nature and quite benign to the outside observer from within the user is shown a complete blueprint of the space around him. Simply called Pilot, he is literally one with the ship, able to control many of its functions and movement simply by thinking it. His arms reaching out to space, embracing it, feeling the pulses from the incoming Attila war ships.

"General, party coming home sir, they brought guests."

The Jaffa standing behind the Tactical Board rested his hands on the display, watching it all unfold before him. His long brown hair laid down his shoulders in traditional greek curls oiled for battle. As with most commanders he beared a thick beard that ran down his breastplate covering the decorative silver and gold trimming. The man looked ahead as he barked out in a deep and loud voice as he roused the crew.

"Here they come boys. bring Hades down upon them. Launch all attack craft and ready countermeasures. Their the invaders here, this is our home, destroy them, take from them everything and give them nothing!"

The Sajuuk class vessel along with a battle fleet of Progenitors pressed toward them launching hundreds of fighter squadrons on the go. Just at reaching weapons range the fleet opened up every cannon they had to bear. The area illuminated by the blue streaks of the ion cannons hitting the Attila as they were caught unaware of the trap laid before them. Only as the the first black ship was consumed in fire and quickly snuffed out by the void of space did they start firing the turbo plasma batteries the the oncoming Olympian fleet. Opposing fighter squadrons soon met and began dog fighting in a massive fury of lasers and carnage. The named Sajuuk "The Desolate One" broke into enemy lines twisting on its horizontal axis as it began fire all six of its ion cannons breaking apart the Attila fleet.

Looking down at the board, the General watched as the last black ship disappeared from the readings. All enemy targets had been erased from the map, tens of thousands of the Titan Empire gone with minimal casualties, it was a good day.

General "Inform command we have a dead Titan patrol."

Pilot "We have incoming hail from Olympus."

General "Put em through."

A bit puzzled by the quick reaction of command, the battle has only just concluded and they haven't even had time to read the headline on their report of success. Knowing there could be nothing else but trouble coming, something must had happened while the fleet was in the dark. The front view screen of space disperse as the image of a slender old man with white hair in an old roman style. Wearing a simple white toga with gold trim and a long red sash over his shoulder that led around the opposite waist.

General " Grand Chancellor Orpheus, what gives me the honor, we've only just completed mopping up operations out here sir."

Orpheus " General Sajuuk, there has been a situation why your fleet was in the black. A man claiming to be the god Ares requested an audience with all remaining empires of the galaxy. Master Solon decided to go in person, to see whether these claims are false and if true to see what kind of negotiations the instead. They're far to into the void to get a reliable communication and have had no word on its going on. Your to take the fleet and report in and make sure this summit proceeds smoothly and if necessary provide a show of strength if they go poorly."

Sajuuk "If the council wishes it the fleet will embark immediately, Sajuuk out."

The view turned back to space as the stars began to move outside the fleet reorganized and the gliders docked as preparation for the jump began. The engines howled throughout the ship as the armada reach a clear spot in the asteroid field, enough for a hyperspace window.

Sajuuk " Well lets go save Master Solon from the tedium of a summit meeting. All helms launch formation... push it."

A plume of energy erupted in space then Desolate followed by a dozen progenitors and multiple squadrons of Al'kesh entered. Engulfed by the energy the fleet disappeared into the void into the great nothing that awaited.
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