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Say hi to my Catptain, I meant Captain sorry
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bischeon lore part 1: Crash landing era
Welcome to bischeon! the lost colony planet of Alterna.
countless generations ago, this planet was marked to be a safe-haven for high bloods. the long coast lines and fertile lands would be made into resorts, tactical training centers and farm lands. supplying food and young blood thirsty generals to the Grand trollien fleets slow all consuming march across the galaxy.
though as the more astute may observe, given its title of a lost colony, that is not exactly what happened...sailing out over the vast expanse of space, near a old old pocket in a solar system that seemed to good to be true. each planet regardless of how far or close to the burning red sun in its center... all of them were bursting with life! lush and verdant with breathable atmospheres and vast oceans.
the captain of the initial touch down mission was known simply as the Catptain Nyasputin. an eccentric, a lover of history yet one of the most capable pilots within the history of the star born fleets... they were nearing the point where they could park it on any of the many paradise planets and live out the rest of their sweeps. they could almost taste the beach side booze...
they approached the planet with two moons, chosen by committee by the somewhat hive sick highbloods. they planned to have the touch down point in a clearing exactly one mile out from the ocean, allowing the low bloods and drones to start up base camp.
though just before they could pass by the atmosphere, a sound ringed out. not a hiss. not a roar. not a scream.
yet it echos out, reverberating, resonating with all that it comes into contact with. the planet shakes and seems to take on a greener tint. the screams of yellow bloods below within the bowels of the engine room managed to rise up as their power swelled.
psychokinetic energy flooded the facilities, destroying the navigation devices. frying the communications array, nearly exploding the delicate equipment meant to hold and foster the matriorb.
now. the mark of a good captain is hard to measure. at times a bad one and good one can be indistinguishable, as the only goal is to reach point b. everything in between is negligible to a point.
the mark of a good captain is found in HOW they respond to a disaster. of course any captain would do their best to avoid the danger in the first place but as oceans and space hold each other close in their commonality of surprise, we rarely have such a choice.
very truly, the ship may have been a lost cause, one that would have only been remembered as a mysterious disappearance on alternian records and a sign to avoid that general cut of space.
yet nyasputins nerves...or seemingly lack thereof was their life line. even with the multiple engines turning the various appliances of the ship into bombs, the navigations systems still worked. the ship could still be steered.
his original plan was to just level the ship out so that it would skid across the longest possible path, using the trees to act as the ships main method of slowing down, then start culling portions of the engine blocks to come to a halt.
though fate rarely treats our plans kindly. as the catptain looked out at the path that would leave him with some crew instead of none he watched something come into view. something massive. something glowing with burning energy and eyes glowering with a hate much the same.
it had the same white scales of the lusus back hive. yet it was wild. territorial enough to watch this massive meteor of chitin and energy hurtling towards it and not back down...
that glow burns brighter and brighter, flames almost liquid in consistency dripped from its maw. the heckles on nyasputins neck raised as he sensed this wouldn't be a "lol, shoulda fucking moved idiot" situation.
a hail Mary, the catptian through everything into the ships defenses. allowing all steering capabilities to die out, all emergency systems to falter, even removeing power from the wifi router in the highbloods lobby.
just as the shimmering field of psiioniic energy formed around the ship, a beam of pure white wrapped around it. blinding light streaming with the burning hatred for the intruders from the life forms on the planet. the force of the beam slowly dragging the ships orbital crash momentum down to a crawl and finally even pushing it backwards.
even with the shields present, they felt themselves nearly boiling from the heat, yet they felt no burn... instead the crew were lucky enough to only report bouts of confusion. extreme fatique, a good amount of the crew would pass out. those were the enviable as they watched and waited to see if they would die or survive.
minutes or hours, it was impossible to tell as the onslaught finally stopped, the ships power depleted, the engines dead or dieing... the ship fell from the sky with a massive crash. but astoundingly, miraculously intact...
the crew took stock of their dead. they took stock of their injured. the latter far larger... but few dead aside from a vast swathe of yellow bloods. Stranded on planet until a new generation could be established.
the few that took the first few steps realized that they were no where near the ocean...they had no idea where on this vast planet they landed. The only thing they could see were the massive trees that sprouted up around them, they had landed in some kind of clearing.
the drones that weren't fried from radiation or broken on impact were set to work along with low bloods to begin felling trees, the highbloods desperate to establish a hatchery and begin raising the next engines. desperate to at least create smaller ships to cart their numbers to the ocean for a far more favorable base of operations.
yet as they begin to create facilities, as they began to create a small home out of logs and rubble they realized a grim truth. they wouldn't be able to survive in this small clearing for much longer. they wouldn't be able to create the housing needed to both keep and defend their mothergrub with exploration.
a violet looks out towards the tree line. their eyes kept flicking towards small signs of movement, small bits of white within the near pitch black. with the monster still fresh in their mind... they began to feel a bit more conscious of the blood within them and just how easily it could be spilt.
this violet would call for a scouting party.
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