*ooc: open to 2
*thread opens in post 3
Tatooine
(Theme Music)
The black ships of Orr. Against the white maiden of Ossyren.
*boom. boom.*
"...Marriccc!"
A woman-warrior clad in white dashed to golden railing of her burning, bucking ship. Screaming out the name of the Black Commander. With the distant voices of battle on the raging wind, she cried into the storm.
*boom. boom.*
"...Marriccc!"
High above. A dashing Lord clad in black stood atop his flagship as it burned, splintered, and snapped around him. Watching with blazing eyes at the white maiden below. Even as the air flew with fire and heat and smashing, cratering salvos of destruction; he could still hear her voice. Calling out to him from far below. And if filled him with a schoolboy's glee. She could feel him already. Hahaha.
*boom. boom.*
"...Luna! Get back! Their second ship is going down in flames! It's about to..."
*BOOM*
A purple horned warrior flew to the white maiden's side. Clad in bright colors of the afternoon sun, Mara Roberts was at her ladies arm. Watching in horror as the white maiden screamed at the burning vessel above them that punished them so. Again and again, their guns roared like thunder. And again and again, the beautiful white ship shuttered and stumbled against the burning sky. Chipping. Fragmenting. And bursting apart nearer the seems with every blow.
"...Luna! It's over. It's three against one! We must retreat. We cannot! We cannot continue this dogfight any longer!"
"No! He will hear! He will come to me! ...Marric! Marriccc!!"
High above. The dark lord listened with ears to hear. His advisor approached with humble footsteps, as his smoking black vessel took another round in the belly of the beast.
"My Lord Marric. Shall we not finish them? The bombs stand ready to be deployed. She cannot resist you now."
"...No." His voice was like thunder. Drowning out even the massive shells that rocked the boat to the fore. "...No. I want her taken alive. Helmsman! ...Ram them. Now!"
The sky was torn asunder as the ships bombarded each other into splinters of steel and smoke. Searing the hot desert sun with fire and scattering the remains of their ships across the yellow sea.
"...Luna! Look out! She's coming down right on top of us!"
The horned-helmed Roberts dashed to her ladies side. Pulling from the railing as the black cloud descended upon them. With a startling shout their white vessel buckled and snapped to a dashing degree. Smashing headlong into the lower decks of the black vessel above. Sending men on both sides screaming over the railings to their deaths. And causing the cowering Princess to shake against her protector's powerful arms. Mara gritted her teeth as the canopy above them shattered. Splashing the deck with fine amber glass until it was all washed overboard by the wind and smoke of battle.
The princess withdrew from her mighty protector and shouted at the decks below,
"Repel boarders! All soldiers, Charge!!"
Mara and men, grabbed her silver spears and charged into the fray. The shimmering warriors of dawn versus the clouded musketeers of night. From the lower decks of the black ship came dozens of jumping swordsmen and soldiers. Their red and silver armor shown brightly against the blazing sun. Their black boots and red capes landed heavily upon the deck. And with a shouts of rage and malice the defenders fell upon them with slashing resolve. Carving and chopping. Slicing and blasting. Throwing the fiends back across the expanse and over the shallow railings to their doom.
"For Ossyren! For the Dawn!"
"For Orr! And Lord Marric!"
Luna, the white Princess of Ossyren charged ahead of the rest. With the Dark Jedi Roberts at her side. Up the boarding ramp and onto the black vessel above. Where He, the Dark Lord of Orr, would be waiting for them. In a battle that would change their planet forever.
*thread opens in post 3
High beyond the desert sun and far into the west. A battle was raging...
Sands of the White HorizonTatooine
(Theme Music)
The black ships of Orr. Against the white maiden of Ossyren.
*boom. boom.*
"...Marriccc!"
A woman-warrior clad in white dashed to golden railing of her burning, bucking ship. Screaming out the name of the Black Commander. With the distant voices of battle on the raging wind, she cried into the storm.
*boom. boom.*
"...Marriccc!"
High above. A dashing Lord clad in black stood atop his flagship as it burned, splintered, and snapped around him. Watching with blazing eyes at the white maiden below. Even as the air flew with fire and heat and smashing, cratering salvos of destruction; he could still hear her voice. Calling out to him from far below. And if filled him with a schoolboy's glee. She could feel him already. Hahaha.
*boom. boom.*
"...Luna! Get back! Their second ship is going down in flames! It's about to..."
*BOOM*
A purple horned warrior flew to the white maiden's side. Clad in bright colors of the afternoon sun, Mara Roberts was at her ladies arm. Watching in horror as the white maiden screamed at the burning vessel above them that punished them so. Again and again, their guns roared like thunder. And again and again, the beautiful white ship shuttered and stumbled against the burning sky. Chipping. Fragmenting. And bursting apart nearer the seems with every blow.
"...Luna! It's over. It's three against one! We must retreat. We cannot! We cannot continue this dogfight any longer!"
"No! He will hear! He will come to me! ...Marric! Marriccc!!"
High above. The dark lord listened with ears to hear. His advisor approached with humble footsteps, as his smoking black vessel took another round in the belly of the beast.
"My Lord Marric. Shall we not finish them? The bombs stand ready to be deployed. She cannot resist you now."
"...No." His voice was like thunder. Drowning out even the massive shells that rocked the boat to the fore. "...No. I want her taken alive. Helmsman! ...Ram them. Now!"
The sky was torn asunder as the ships bombarded each other into splinters of steel and smoke. Searing the hot desert sun with fire and scattering the remains of their ships across the yellow sea.
"...Luna! Look out! She's coming down right on top of us!"
The horned-helmed Roberts dashed to her ladies side. Pulling from the railing as the black cloud descended upon them. With a startling shout their white vessel buckled and snapped to a dashing degree. Smashing headlong into the lower decks of the black vessel above. Sending men on both sides screaming over the railings to their deaths. And causing the cowering Princess to shake against her protector's powerful arms. Mara gritted her teeth as the canopy above them shattered. Splashing the deck with fine amber glass until it was all washed overboard by the wind and smoke of battle.
The princess withdrew from her mighty protector and shouted at the decks below,
"Repel boarders! All soldiers, Charge!!"
Mara and men, grabbed her silver spears and charged into the fray. The shimmering warriors of dawn versus the clouded musketeers of night. From the lower decks of the black ship came dozens of jumping swordsmen and soldiers. Their red and silver armor shown brightly against the blazing sun. Their black boots and red capes landed heavily upon the deck. And with a shouts of rage and malice the defenders fell upon them with slashing resolve. Carving and chopping. Slicing and blasting. Throwing the fiends back across the expanse and over the shallow railings to their doom.
"For Ossyren! For the Dawn!"
"For Orr! And Lord Marric!"
Luna, the white Princess of Ossyren charged ahead of the rest. With the Dark Jedi Roberts at her side. Up the boarding ramp and onto the black vessel above. Where He, the Dark Lord of Orr, would be waiting for them. In a battle that would change their planet forever.
