Ethusalia, CA, was largely indistinguishable from any number of sleepy, out-of-the-way midsize towns that dotted the West Coast. The population remained fairly stable at plus or minus 20,000 permanent residents, plus a brief influx of tourism during the surfing season, and it boasted a local high school that maintained a modestly successful athletic tradition, plus a nearby community college that offered a few associates degrees and an array of technical certifications to any who did not opt to seek higher education elsewhere. All in all, the permanent citizens considered themselves to be thoroughly settled down to life largely bereft of excitement.
All of that was swept away in moments when the fleet of Zedracus the Inevitable, Betrayer of Delos, Ruler of Battleworld, and Supreme Commander of the Abyssal Imperium arrived. A massive portal was torn open directly above the unprepared town at dawn, and four light cruisers, two heavy cruisers, and the Inevitable One’s personal flagship, the Severed Claw, simply materialized directly above the awakening populace.
The light cruisers, flying a mere several hundred feet above the surface, unleashed a torrent of concentrated plasma fire with surgical precision, reducing the city’s small airport, harbor, communications hubs, and all roadways connecting it the outside world to smoldering craters. Drop ships deployed an overwhelming number of the automated infantry that form the rank-and-file of the Imperium’s military, and Striker drones swarmed from the ships like angry hornets, taking out smaller targets of tactical importance and annihilating anyone or anything spotted attempting to flee the blockaded settlement.
In less than an hour, the entire city had been conquered and cut off from the outside world. Strikers began patrol maneuvers, and the orbiting capital ships remained on full alert, ready to open fire on any vehicle or other perceived threat that might approach from land, sea, or air. The limited and panicked resistance was quickly snuffed out; even had the town not been caught unaware, there were few weapons at hand that would have been much use against the steel legions that began dragging the citizens from their homes and assembling them in the park at the town square. Those who fought back were not killed, but merely subdued using stun blasts or simple overwhelming strength by the uncaring automatons.
Though his flagship orbited miles above the city, where its power arrays, per standard operating procedure, began to soak up the energy emanating from the star around which the Earth revolved, the Inevitable One himself stood on a raised dais before the assembled population. He knew that the cowed humans were of no threat to him, and was fully confident that his fleet could easily destroy any military attacks their government could throw at them, until well after they were finished. Towering head and shoulders above even the tallest humans present, and clad in his signature armor, Zedracus fit the image of a cosmic conqueror. Raising his thick arms with the cultured theatricality of the true aristocrat, he addressed his conquest, his booming voice projecting out across the square.
He paused for the barest of moment, allowing his words to sink into the terrified silence of those before him. “Your simple minds are no doubt wondering exactly what has happened, who I am, and what my intentions are. These matters are of no concern to you, and it is in your own best interests to not dwell on them. I am not here to rule over your primitive little civilization, nor I am here to annihilate it, as easily as I could do so. Some of you are about to be selected for an honor far beyond what your dismal world could ever offer you. The rest of you will be left here to rebuild your insipid lives, provided that you do not make an undue annoyance of yourselves. Those of you who consider yourselves to be healthy specimens can make yourselves known to my servants. This will expedite the process and lead to your weaker kin’s freedom much more quickly.”
With that, he turned and addressed his Grizzlon bodyguards, elite members of a species bred from strength and savagery. “Begin.” With that, the hulking creatures spread out into the crowd, sizing up each human with the experienced eyes of seasoned warriors, and selecting those from among the crowd who looked like they might make acceptable fodder for the arenas of Battleworld. The attending legionaries dutifully collected each unfortunate so indicated and began to herd them into the waiting shuttles like cattle, to be placed in cryo-stasis for the return to Imperium space.
- This is an open RP. Any CVnU character with an adequate IC reason to participate is welcome to do so.
- Sell the difficulty of getting to/into the town; it is currently under blockade and, while slipping (or fighting) past the Imperium forces is by no means impossible, it should not be easy.
- As the fleet simply appeared above the town, cut it off from the surrounding world, and subdued it so quickly, the military is still scrambling to determine exactly what happened and craft a response. It will not be too much longer before that response comes, however, which may further complicate things.
- Standard RPG and CVnU rules apply.
- PM me with any questions.
- Have fun!