Matreya
Well-Known Member
(First off, tagging people I feel I have offended a lot [For whatever reason: IRL issues taken out ICly, Maturity, etc] so you may either actually choose to try to save Val or just watch it burn. Second, as a way to attempt to show you all Im working on being a better player for the site, by ridding it of my main perpetrator; Kasamann. However, its going to be a one on one between himself and Rave, as she will be the one to capture his spirit and thus truly stop him.)
Val'halla, a home to the Gods, the cradle of life if you believe their legends, and now to be a battle ground of epic proportions. Having spent months planning an attack on Annaj, Kasamann had instead chosen a place he would find much more suitable. From there, he named multiple targets: [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"], [member="Alen Na'Varro"], [member="Lucianus Adair"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Rave Merrill"]. It wasnt as if these were the prime targets for optimum damage, but rather those little pieces that build to the greater picture - the necessary parts.
Next in his plot to doom his own people, and old allies, came damage: how to bring the highest concentration he could for the swiftest time he could manage. At first, down right destruction had been the plan, but then with the addition of needed members, it had to have changes. So first, Kasamann went and gathered all of his old ships (4, cant remember the names but they were freighters. Their weapons are unimportant anyway so) to stuff full of as many undead as possible. His Rancor, the Maalraas, the countless humanoids, all rearing to go.
Then, it was a matter of the invitation. Piggy backing off of James Armor Companies server signals wasnt to hard, as Zaiden had programmed all of the initial coding. Encryption keys, passwords, all of it had changed, true. But when you continue to use the same old computers for your company, that have been around since your previous boss left, theres a possibility he can come back with an upper hand. Sending out numerous messages, all would receive variations of the same initial plan, with each bearing an incentive more to the personal choice factor:
To whom it may concern,
We at JAC, would like to formally invite you to visit our Headquarters' Tower the last week it is in your sector. But this is not simply a visit either, when you get here, expect a [insert random star destroyer type tech] schematic and much more.
Signed,
Mr. Daemon.
Now he waited. When the next peice toppled, his lines of ziggzagging dominoes would fall with it.
Val'halla, a home to the Gods, the cradle of life if you believe their legends, and now to be a battle ground of epic proportions. Having spent months planning an attack on Annaj, Kasamann had instead chosen a place he would find much more suitable. From there, he named multiple targets: [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"], [member="Alen Na'Varro"], [member="Lucianus Adair"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Rave Merrill"]. It wasnt as if these were the prime targets for optimum damage, but rather those little pieces that build to the greater picture - the necessary parts.
Next in his plot to doom his own people, and old allies, came damage: how to bring the highest concentration he could for the swiftest time he could manage. At first, down right destruction had been the plan, but then with the addition of needed members, it had to have changes. So first, Kasamann went and gathered all of his old ships (4, cant remember the names but they were freighters. Their weapons are unimportant anyway so) to stuff full of as many undead as possible. His Rancor, the Maalraas, the countless humanoids, all rearing to go.
Then, it was a matter of the invitation. Piggy backing off of James Armor Companies server signals wasnt to hard, as Zaiden had programmed all of the initial coding. Encryption keys, passwords, all of it had changed, true. But when you continue to use the same old computers for your company, that have been around since your previous boss left, theres a possibility he can come back with an upper hand. Sending out numerous messages, all would receive variations of the same initial plan, with each bearing an incentive more to the personal choice factor:
To whom it may concern,
We at JAC, would like to formally invite you to visit our Headquarters' Tower the last week it is in your sector. But this is not simply a visit either, when you get here, expect a [insert random star destroyer type tech] schematic and much more.
Signed,
Mr. Daemon.
Now he waited. When the next peice toppled, his lines of ziggzagging dominoes would fall with it.