Open, read-only transmission from the Omegas

[sn8zzzer]

A figure, dimly lit by cracked overhead lights, appears on the hazy video feed. It is fidgeting, unable to retain a calm composure until a foreign voice yelps in the background. The dark figure coughs, sniffs, and extends it's hand, mutilated by pierced nails and strips of flesh having been peeled off. It points towards a flickering monitor beside it, cycling through an array of pictures.

"We return, burns and scars adrift"

It spoke in fragments, voice harsh and hoarse, unable to enunciate to an acceptable level. It'€™s accent was indistinguishable during the presentation it made to the monitor.

"Lure working, trapped one vessel"

"Others come, bounty hunter named"

"They perished, our hand by"



"Our fires quench their waters"



"Vessel escaped trap, hidden by hunter waterfalls"

"We shall return, wrongs righted. No mercy, yes yes.
No resistance."

The presenter shifted towards the monitor and knocked it casually to the ground. The report complete, it shuffled away while muttering, leaving the video feed open for their next event.

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[sn8zzzer]

A hazy broadcast begins. Two shadowy figures are in the foreground, haphazardly presenting a report to their fellow fleetmembers

"This one" provided, skins cracked apart

"We" continue "Our" search, hearts of Men

The wave cuts out, replaced by static, interrupted occasionally by bloodcurdling screams and unintelligible mutterings

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[Stabby Dave]

::: Incoming Transmission :::

::: Source : Scrambled :::
::: Sender : Scrambled :::

::: Message begins :::

They have returned. Keep clear of O58.

::: Message ends :::

::: End transmission :::

[sn8zzzer]

A meeting of ships is occurring. The various leaders are conversing over short range radio, comparing notes on the day's events

"We" came across "Wilde" named

"They" stank, incomplete, "Wilde" named not wanted

"Wilde" cared for fire. "They" cared not for "Ours"

"We" left, skins ruptured to sew later

"Ours" encountered familiars, Corsair called

"Corsair" hostile, lashed with fire

"Their" skins of steel ripped, spewing "Our" nourishments

"Corsair" to be untrusted, futures cautioned

The ships part, a transport speeding into the black and gunboat with a missing engine listing lazily away

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[sn8zzzer]

"We" came across Junker called

"They" looked acceptable, ready, easy prey

"Junker named" disappeared, through gated jaws named Jumpgate

"We" know not how, to hunt down through those jaws

"Ours" shall return, more full of fruit

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[sn8zzzer]

The antiquated transport pulls up to the rest of their fleet, towing a wrecked Hegemon mining vessel

"We" bring much for "Ours"

Days bear fruits of salivation, yes!

As is the custom, the captain recounts the days' events

"We" stopped by mob "BGS" named

"They" wanted treasure of men, "Artifacts", trash of Gamma named

"We" stayed quiet, stayed still. "Theirs" ignored, let hunt

"Ours" proceeded, Omegas prowl. "We" found, 2 "Others"

"This one" provides plenty, plenty for all of "Us"

Creatures clad in spacesuits leave the other ships present, swarming towards the stricken Hegemon that has been brought to them, as the already static laden transmission fades

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[sn8zzzer]

"Two found, many taken for "Our" galleys"

""This one" was easy, easy. "They" fell quickly, no resistance, no mercy"

"Anouther one, larger, fatter. "Their" offering, delicious, accepted. "They" were left to fatten, bring more, to "Ours" for next time"

"Now, "We" shall feed. Tomorrow, "Ours" shall dance"

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