Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20170116180110/@comment-26210095-20170121181834

High Prince Imrahil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: "You're forgetting the galactic law of..."

The signal cuts off, suddenly.

"I want a single reactor blast. Smash their monastery into atomic dust, then smash the dust. I want this to be cleaned up before my master arrives." At Templar Headquarters, Rocky frowns.

"Hey Kentis, I'm all done with the witty comeback part. It's all serious now. You should probably take over."

"Right." replies the High Commander, rolling his eyes. "Prep the fleet... we sail there with all available ships."

About twelve hours later, a massive Templar fleet warps into the system. A few hundred warbirds, a dozen liberators, three freedom fighters.... the works... Last but not least comes The RNS Lionheart, the Templar flagship that took over two years to construct. It's captained personally by Commander William Richard Kentis and his Templar High Command. In those twelve hours, the planet is quite different. The monastery... no longer exists, and in it's place is being built what appears to be a... mining colony? In orbit around the planet is a small space-station with a malevolent-looking laser pointing towards the planet (think a mini-sized Death Star).

Envoy of the Iron Corporation, His Excellency Matarys Snow is overseeing the preparations for the new colony, which will also be turned into a spaceport to export the products of the strip-mining operation. He is currently watching a hologram, which shows the current state of affairs on the planet. "We need major results within two weeks, or else the higher-ups on Icarus won't be too happy." He said. "Send in the scourts to establish two new bases of operations. According to our projections, the Ossium deposits should be highest in these two areas." He said, gesturing towards the map.

"Sir?" A very panicked-looking servant entered the room where Mataerys and the other high officials were talking.

"What is it?" He snapped, unpleased at the interruption.

"It appears the Templar have sent a fleet, they are on the edge of the system and rapidly approaching!"

"Send in the fighters and dispatch them quickly."

"I don't think you understand sir... they've sent almost their whole fleet..."

Mataerys looked out the window, his eyes widening a fraction.

"Call High Command. I know the Director is on hiw way, alert him to ome as soon as he can. I want all our fighters to be dispatched, the two Glaive-Class Warships currently in orbit, and the five Lance-Class warships. Do it now, and sound the alarm!"