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Shagohad · 06-12-2011, 05:22 PM,

Heaven's Gate: A symbol of technological prowess and cultural arrogance. Was turning a planet into a stellar fortress worth the budget? Did its design actually matter on that fateful day when a squadron of Blood Dragons and a random Bretonian breached the facility? There are some who would say yes to that. But there are those who would say, "It is the height of Kusari design and ingenuity. A fortress that will not know defeat in the face of an enemy."

The station had been vastly improved since the specially appointed Hanta Iseijin had taken residence inside the station. More weapon emplacements, greater door security(By far the most important), and the addition of a well-equipped fleet rumored to have advanced weaponry. Veiled in secrecy and silence, the Hanta Iseijin operate with brutally efficiency on the battlefield from their stellar fortress.

In orbit of the arch-like structure that defines the fortress hangs a battle group ever vigilant in defending their home from invaders and trespassers; be they the Blood Dragons or lost Freelancers. At the head of the procession is the Seiryuu: A heavily armored and armed battleship tattooed with the jaws and eyes of a dragon along its prow. The pupil of the eye is the symbol of Kusari, ever-watching and ever-judging all those before it. Surrounding it are three destroyers with varying artwork only along their prow; holding a tight formation with the Seiryuu. Countless gunboats and fighters dart about the procession, making sure that no opening is offered for any enemy combatant to sneak in.

Aboard the station, within the great hall at the center of the Arch, Arael stood upon the very same podium that Tekagi had met his end at the hands of Freelancer Edison Trent. The damage done by the infiltrating ship and its weapon systems had been repaired and the entirety of the hall restored to its original state. Dressed in his parade uniform, Arael stared motionlessly at the battle group awaiting to receive their guests. Much had been sacrificed to make this meeting a reality, but so much more would be gained.

Wordlessly, the arrival of the Taisho had been brought to his attention. It wasn't necessary to reply. Every being aboard this station stood ready to put this act to the test.

Kusari was going to change. For the better.

"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

Bakamono · (This post was last modified: 06-15-2011, 05:46 PM by Bakamono.)

Isami and a modest escort made their way through the Unyo cloud, the Taisho allowed the two pilots their excited chatter: conjecture and rumours of the Hanta Isejin; it was not everyday that an officer had the privilege of being assigned to such a unique mission.

Undisturbed the wing arrived in Tohoku, instantly struck into silence as a Lone eye of the Seiryuu stared on, its skilfully adorned flanks proving an intimidating display. Flanked by its battle group, the Battleship provided a fitting foreground to the dominant fortress of the Arch which loomed in the distance.

'Seiryuu, this is Shio two, we are on mission from the Matsumoto escorting Taisho Kondo. Requesting authorisation and escort to the Arch.'
'Acknowledged. Standby Shio wing, we shall escort you from here. Welcome to Tohoku.'
The Battle group swept toward the bastion of the arch, encompassing and dwarfing its trio. With the precision of routine, the wing moved through its manoeuvres: it became apparent to Isami and his honour guard that this area was undoubtedly one of the safest and well covered that they were likely to see in their lives; a patrol net to perhaps match even that of New Tokyo itself.

Bakamono · 07-11-2011, 01:15 AM,

Isami and his escort had ignorantly believed their escort to be friendly, as the final stages of approach were executed, something changed.
Disbelief washed through Isami in a wave of despair as he heard the strange disembodied voice ring in his skull. 'Welcome to Heavens Gate, short-life.'
'No....Shio! Move now! Evasive manoeuvres!' His warning came too late as a wingmans' chimaera was torn to pieces by the chaos of fire that erupted from all sides.
'Taisho, run!' Shio two placed himself between Isamis craft and the brunt of enemy fire.
'Shio two! Pull back now! We're getting out of here' the taisho managed to shout. The wings of his craft were torn off as he desperately tried to get clear of the maelstrom.

With a desperation born of instinct, Isami and his remaining escort made for the Hokkaido jump hole once more, leaving pieces of their craft trailing in their wake. Something akin to laughing rang through their minds as they employed every countermeasure they knew to escape the alien onslaught.
'It was an honour to serve. Ganbare taisho.' Shio two transmitted, before being consumed by the pursuing barrage of weapons fire. Isami jumped.

The Unyo cloud had never seemed more welcoming as Isami darted for the distant Matsumoto. Escape proved to be elusive as two of the infected craft emerged from the Tohoku jump hole, eager to destroy Isamis battered Wyrm.

Transferring remaining power to the shields, Isami flew like a burning bird . 'No escape, ours have dominion' The hollow voice of the infected sought to incite despair as they continued to chip away pieces of the tiny ship.

Finally within sight of the Matsumoto, Isami activated the distress call as the cockpit became a crazed tracing of cracks, licked with flame. 'Matsumoto, scramble a wing, expect hostile battle group in...' his transmission was cut short as waning lights flashed and Isami quickly pulled the ejection lever. Hurtling through the thick fog of the unyo cloud, Isami cursed himself again and again: barely able to fathom the depth of what had been lost.

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