Alright alright, I have finally gotten myself together and have created my own thread for my Advent story instead of hijacking someone else's. If you have any problems with what I have written then feel free to post them as long as they are constructive. This is old stuff but it is all in one place and i plan to add more soon. If you have any ideas i will be happy to hear them.
btw this does not mean i am to lazy to think up any on my own, I am just wondering if their is anything you all would like to see added. I also don't own the game yet so if there are any inaccuracies that is the problem.
The TEC defenses at Tal were woefully weak. As rank after rank of the Advent fleet jumped out of Phase Space and clouds of fighter exited the carriers to provide a screen for the capital ships and frigates, the feeble remnants of the TEC fleet were already expanding clouds of debris. High Commander Salator ordered that a sample of the life on Tal be taken and all major political figures were to be taken on board of the Coming Darkness, his flagship. To weeks later after the computer banks of Tal had been analyzed and copies dispatched to their home world Salator ordered the world destroyed. As he watched the antimatter explosions blossom across the landscape like deadly flowers he smiled. The Return had begun.
"My Lord", said a Lesser Psion, "There are multiple Phase Lanes leading out from this
world, the lanes are long enough that we cannot scout the Lanes within a reasonable
amount of time."
"Damn." said High Commander Salator. "I cannot allow the the High Mindlords to discover that the Return has stalled after our first battle. The prisoners still refuse to talk?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Damn, alright tell Farala and the other Flayers that they have my authorization to use, rigorous, techniques on the prisoners."
"Yes my Lord." the Lesser Psion's face was completely expressionless, as befitted one of his rank, only the lower ranks and castes, Imperfects(cripples) and Headblinds(those who had no Psionic talent) showed their opinions on their faces.
"Sir", it was Salator's friend, High Psion Dorsain, " Do you think it wise to give that sadist Farala free rein?"
"I will remind you that however much the High Mindlords may object, however much I may object to torture, both the High Mindlords and I object far more to the Return stalling. I would die far quicker and far easier if I shot myself in the Head with a plasma rifle than to fail with the Return."
"I understand my Lord, partly I am worried what they will do to our personal if we torture theirs, and what if that world that you so casually annihilated was not a Military world but a Civilian one."
"High Psion, only fools would put a Military world this close to the edge of what they believe to be unexplored space."
"Perhaps it was partly Military, partly Civilian."
"What fool would not separate the types of worlds so as to achieve maximum efficiency, return to your post, High Psion."
"Yes my Lord." Dorsain bowed his head in acquiescence and walked back to his duty station.
Several hours later Salator recieved information on the systems that were the endpoints of the Phase Lanes through his Mindlink( a small crystal embedded in his temple). One of the systems was highly populated and was the administration center for the others in the surrounding area. Four hours later all that was left in the Tal system was the spinning hulks of the Cobalts and the flash frozen remains of the prisoners. Several hours later the seconded element of the Return arrived and begun to construct defensive platforms and crystal mines.
The assault into the Taklidan system took barely four hours. As the first wave of frigates Phased into the system, three merchant vessels were about to leave through the same Phase Gate. Beams lept out from the frigates and two of the merchants evaporated in clouds of debris. The third, trailing atmosphere and bodies managed to evade the frigates as they spread out in system. As soon as the frigates had moved away from the Phase Gates a carrier Phased in, disgorged a mass of fighters and bombers. Behind that three capital ships entered the system. The frigates had cleared most of the space adjacent to the Phase Gate when the cap ships entered system with Salator's The Coming Darkness in the lead. The Advent forces swept through the system with light resistance, the few Gauss Cannons defending the planet were causally blotted away and the research labs died soon after word. After the fighting in space was over High Commander Salator sent a broadcast down to the planet demanding their unconditional surrender.
"My Lord, the so called TEC," the Lesser Psion invested the word "TEC" with sarcasm, "have rejected your generous offer and continue to offer resistance. Their message was startling in its...crudity."
"Thank you, you may go," said Salator. Then, turning to his communication's officer, he said, "Order The Coming Darkness, The Exile, and The Lost One to begin bombardment of the planet."
"Any particular location sir? Or a general bombardment."
"Yes I do have a particular location in mind, I think this planet's capitol should do nicely."
"Yes my Lord."
Salator watched as the puffs of smoke, so benign from space, blossomed on the planet's surface. The puffs of smoke that looked so harmless from space marked the location of a massive holocaust, a holocaust that was centered on the main population center of the planet.
"Sir", said the communications officer, "the planet is hailing us again."
"Put them through to my Mindlink."
"We were discussing unconditional surrinder before you so rudely terminated the link, do you have anything more to add to conversation?" said Salator to the TEC representative.
"You BASTARDS! How could you do this?! You've murdered millions of people!"
"If all you have contacted me for is to swear........." Salator let the sentence trail off into ominous silence.
"No, as much as I would like to, I have a duty to the people who are dieing down here. You have our surrender."
"I will be sending a shuttle down for you at 1300 local time to Casatejal mountain, can you be their by then?"
"Yes" defeat filled the man's voice.
Salator hated himself in that moment with a passion that surprised him, but he had his orders and little things like absolutely destroying a man could not interfere. His thoughts wandered to again to the unwelcome idea that the city he had just annihilated could be Civilian, but no it was impossible. Still, the thought troubled his mind.