This is the location of the Abomination runon thread, set to start June 2nd 2017.
DP-20 CRV Bastion
Edge of Comet Belt
Outside Inos Orbit
“Sir, we seem to have gotten their attention with that salvo over the bow,” stated the Lieutenant. “They are heaving to, as it were.”
Alongside the ship, a blood-red T70 X-Wing flew in combat patrol. “Adept Malik Sadow here. I have the transport in my sights. I will to continue to shadow you and provide cover.”
“Good.” Captain Zain nodded at the viewscreen. She was a born and bred Orian System naval officer. Orian was not a bad place to live. The powers that be actually did a decent job of taking care of the populace and she was proud of that. Her parents still lived on Aeotheran and her duty dictated, along with her own stubborn determination that she allowed no smugglers to slip by her.
No-one would steal credits from the system’s recently weakened economy. In a system like Orian so far removed from the mainstream commerce of the galaxy, many unsavory characters were always trying to make- or steal- a credit. “Lieutenant, notify the transport we are coming aboard for a routine customs inspection.”
“Yes.” The young Verpine Lieutenant ran his claws over the control screens. Although most of his kind had fled the system after the Iron Throne’s attack, many had remained. Orian was their home hive now. Their diligence and technical aptitude was most appreciated by the armed forces in particular. “The boarding party of Warhost Marines are ready to deploy at your command.”
“Very well, Lieutenant KllKzz. Let’s see what we have caught today.” The Captain stood with her hands behind her back, fingers meshed together as she thought of other matters. The system was in chaos after the attack. So many had lost their lives. Good friends, and enemies. She pondered on the irony of feeling loss at the death of even those she had not cared for as they served the common goal of the system’s military.
“Marines are aboard, Sir. Scans indicate… baradium? Yes.” The Lieutenant looked perplexed and readjusted his headset. “Baradium and what appears to be… cryogenic organ transport containers.” The officer looked over his video feeds with a concerned look. “Confirmed. I’m getting reports of resistance. Trandoshans and Kaleesh. Blaster fire.”
“Malik here. Bastion, I’ve picked up two older T-65 X-wings with no markings or IFF signal on an intercept course. Can you confirm?”
“Copy that, T70. We confirm. Assume they are hostile.”
“Roger. Closing to intercept.” Seconds passed. “I’m on them.” The crew of the corvette listened with bated breath. Blaster shots could be heard over the channel. “Definitely hostile.” The electronic scream of a launched concussion missile echoed across the com signal, decreasing in loudness as it sped away from the Neti’s ship. “First one is…The first one is splashed, and the second is turning to run. I’m in pursuit.”
Just then, a brilliant explosion lit the Bastion’s viewport screens as a distant clang reverberated throughout the ship. “The transport has self-detonated, Sir. No survivors, including all eight Marines.”
“Damn. Open a channel to Central Command immediately.”
Dentavii Asteroid Belt
The small battered-appearing shuttle slid into the old hangar bay. This old former asteroid that their enemies had once inhabited more than twenty years ago served nicely as a base of operations. The shuttle’s bay door opened to display an interior that seemed in contrast to it’s exterior. Inside, the technology was impeccable. Several X-wing fighters, a few other snubfighters and small vessels also sat in the hangar. All appeared battered but all were heavily armed. Appearances could be deceiving.
“Two years,” commented the Iktotchi that stepped from the bay. He was dressed in a form-fitting jumpsuit that shifted patterns in the light. “We’ve been operating under their noses this entire time. To have such a place as this and abandon it is foolish.” He gestured around at the bay. “I trust the Kyber crystals purchased from the Gizkas helped your process. Enemy of my enemy, and all that.”
“Perhaps Baltrog,” growled the monstrosity that greeted him. The tall reptilian’s gray and brown skin glistened in the fusion lantern lights. “Our plan is now in motion. The Abominations are nearly completed. We have enough harvested organs to combine with the cybernetics to complete the current batch. Once unleashed in their cities they will inspire fear and create destruction. We do have a concern however.”
“And that is, Firak?” asked the Iktotchi. “With the infighting between the system and their Iron Throne overlords, they are quite distracted. And their capital class vessels cannot penetrate the asteroid field. They have nothing left that is large and well-shielded enough to push through. They are weaker than ever. The timing could not be better. We will have our revenge.”
“One of our transports was boarded. Like good zealots, they destroyed themselves but debris was certainly recovered. I’m sure the enemy will see to it that it is analyzed.”
“All part of my plan.” Baltrog Quillan gloated. “I have foreseen it. They surely will, and their chief scientist will undoubtedly investigate personally. His bloated ego dictates it. We have an operative in San Korinar that will terminate him using their own baradium. Once that is done we will make our move on their assets. The Dominion may be crippled, but my personal revenge will taste sweet.”
Coming Soon, July 2nd!