Battle for Allium

>> Tatl

The Kree'th-An flopped slightly.
>Make sure they don't get close to our high-land. I am going to speak with our Harvester. She told the Kree'th-Ma beside her.
It twitched a tentacle.

The Harvester had already hollowed out much of the hill, and they were preparing to fill the oddly organic hole with water. The Kree'th-An was glad, she wasn't used to this air. It wasn't used to their presence yet.

"You see that small dark object in the horizon Steve?" Questioned the sailor.

"Yeah yeah, I see it. What about it?"

"Thats an oil rig my friend, the last of its kind. Built just before flood it was the tallest in the world. However now most of it is submerged beneath the ocean. There isn't much we can do to restore it to working order, but if there is the slightest chance, the smallest speck of hope we will grab it. Boy, that oil is ours, ours I tell you, ours!"

>>Near, Tatl, observing oil rig.

If they had eyes worth talking about, the crew of the old ship would have just seen a massive... squid. It looked grey though, like metal.
It swam like a shark would, part out of the water, heading for the old rig.

-Above Deck-
"Sir! Fantastic news!"
"Steve, what is my friend?"
"I re-intercorrelated the silver portmanteaus and managed to get the front turret somewhat operational"
"My god Steve, that is impressive. I believe that we have some old ammunition stored somewhere, let me fish it out for you"

-A shot while later-
*Addressing ships crew*
"Our sonar has spotted a dark shape moving towards the oil. We will attempt to avoid contact with them, but if hostility is encountered, fire as you see fit. We have enough rounds to fire for up to half an hour, non-stop. Due to the limited ammunition I recommend short bursts with steady arms"
"SIR YES SIR" Echoed the voice of the crew.
"Helunbecks, your the best shot, you've got the turret, the rest of you will be mounting the rifles and snipers, is that understood?"
"SIR YES SIR"

On a rather upbeat note, the ship sailed steadily towards the oil rig, prepared for the unseen. Captain Fred, along with commander Bob discussed Steves possible future.
"If we ever get of this boat, I'm making that boy head engineer"
"With all respect sir, that's hardly necessary, the child will work as a horse regardless of what rank is bestowed on him" The commander said.
"Aye, but he deservers his prize, the work on the turrets was mighty impressive"
"I can't argue with that captain, he has mighty skill with the spanner"
"Indeed Bob, indeed......."

>> Oil Rig.

The Kree'th-Ma settled on the rig, wrapping two of it's four tentacles around it.
It lowered its metal beak onto the metal pole and took a nibble at it.
It lit up with a pinkish, curious colour.

- Ocean -

The Natashara Battleship drifted away from Tatl, it came close to the oil right but passed it quickly. Three of its four bombardment guns had been destroyed.
A strange walker stood on the decks and The Mupellian grunts were filling it with Magmatal Fuel.

- Bridge of the Natashara Battleship -

"Is the Sil'fir Warrior ready yet?" A female voice asked.
"Soon, we're still checking the Void Pulsars still" The Captain replied.
"Sir, the Void guns are operational, We can't be sure the flight systems are correctly working however." A Mupellian Grunt informed him, rushing into the red-lit room.

- Ocean area -

The Mupellia walked over to the Sil'fir fighter and climbed up the ladder and closed the entrance.
"Interesting, so four of the six wings turn into the Legs, interesting..."
The walker rose and its legs folded into wings. The Sil'fir then flew around the oil rig once to test its flight capabilties.
"Remember, the design still has limits to its flight energy"

>> Tatl.

The Kree'th-An glowed to herself.
Even if the land-goers did destroy the Harvester, which she hoped would not happen, they would be in danger.
They had now tunneled down through the rock, so they had a connection to the sea.
Inside the hill, with it's organic shell, Kree'th-Li dug at the rocks, soon they would have a small colony here.
She observed the Harvester and several Kree'th-Si already building around the walls. Sleeping-nests.
The Kree'th-An chewed on a fish.

"Sir! What appears to be a large mechanical squid is attacking the oil rig!"
"Nooooahanooo" Cried Fred. "We came so close. We are not going to let this... this thing destroy our oil rig. Helunbecks?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Do you reckon you can hit a target a good mile away?"
"Sir, that is an awful long distance, even for a man of my abilities"
"Success rate?"
"Around 20% I would say. If I'm lucky."
"Hmmmm........." Fred pondered.
"Fire five shells at the squid, with any luck we may even get a hit."
"SIR YES SIR!" Helunbecks replied.

Running of towards the working turret, Helunbecks quickly entered the controllers seat, as if he had done this any times before. Before you could blink an eye five shells had been discharged from the turret. It seems that Steve had had enough sense to load the turret with ammunition beforehand.

"MEEEEN AT ARMS!" Cried Fred.
"SIR YES SIR!" Replied the crew. The sound of 28 pairs feet pounding against metal could be heard throughout the ship as Freds men worked themselves up towards the deck at strikingly fast rate. When a man reached his destination outpost he was trained to remove the rifle from its holding arm and train it on the nearest applicable hostile. In this case - the squid.

>> Oil rig.

The Kree'th-Ma lit up a red colour, confused and momenteraly scared.
It called for help.

>> Ship.

A group of Kree'th-Li drifted up next to the ship and snapped their metal-coated jaws loudly at the crew, trying to make them stop.

Scared, the crew paused and ceased firing.

OOC: ONE LINE ALERT! ONE LINE ALERT!

>> Oil rig.

Another Kree'th surfaced next to the now quiet Kree'th-Li.
It placed two tentacles on the side of the ship and pulled it's way up until it could look down on the crew.
The Kree'th-An looked at them curiously. Indeed, these ones seemed less well-armed that those who had killed the others before.
She stood at least a foot taller than them, and held her two mechanical limbs like a praying mantis, lit up in a pinkish colour.

"What...... what do you want?" Questioned Steve very bravely. "We.... we... apologise for attacking you. Seeing your non-violent intentions makes us seem very evil indeed. That oil, that oil means survival to us. It is hard to let what you seek go without barely whisper"
"Steve...." Bob whispered, "Steve, it looks like it wants to say something"
Quietly sitting down, Steve looked expectantly at the creature.

>> Oil rig.

The Kree'th-An waved this creature that had adressed her forwards and poited into the water.
Something huge was down there, but another, smaller, squid-creature appeared.
The Kree'th-Si climbed up with some difficulty, then looked at the creature, 'Steve'.
"Land-goer. Your kind have killed brothers of the Kree'th. Do you side with these others like youself?"

Took back by the forth-going of this race Steve temporally stumbled backwards, tripping over one of anchors. Whilst Steve was momentarily incapacitated an older sailor took his place and spoke.
"We share no bonds with the others of our race other than blood. They slaughter, murder and main the others they come across. This is not who we once were, or who we will ever be. This flood may have savaged our kingdoms, ruined many of our lives. But unlike others, we do not give into the greed that has swallowed the rest of the race, we do not strive for more, we merely survive. And this is why I ask of you, we share a conman goal. Instead of moving onwards, inform us, inform us of what we need to do."

>> Oil rig.

"We are the children of the Asimor, who's blood is long cooled and frozen and consumed." The Kree'th-Si said in a wavering voice.
The Kree'th-An sign-spoke to the Kree'rth-Si.
"Our leader, the Kree'th-Ac, and her chosen commander, the Kree'th-An, have been alone in the deep water for long times. They saw the water consume your homes. We had not the tools to aid land-goers, and to study you... In mind, we are one and the same." It said, then pointed to the massive thing below the water.
The Harvester had now moved to the Oil rig itself.
It flattened the old stricture with one huge metal claw, and moved over where it had been, then pushed it's tentalces downwards.
Small Harvester Drones swam down from the Harvester's flaps, and quickly became invisible to the land-goers.
Suddenly, one appeared at the side of the boat, it's previously deflaited body now inflated and carrying a brownish substance.
The Kree'th-An reched down and picked it up gently and set it on the deck. It looked, from above, like a fat leaf.
It wiggled over to Steve then the leaf-like section deposited a small amout of oil on his foot.

"The technology you have, outmatches our own. What could we possibly hope to add that benefits our relationship?" Said Steve, echoing the thoughts of the entire crew in his speech to the Kree'th-si.
The crew in question where beginning to grow restless. Their oil rig had just been plundered, yet they saw no signs of the loot that they were promised. One of them opened his mouth, only to shut it again. It seems his was a point that will never be heard.

>> Oil rig.

The Kree'th-Si gave a penguin-like shriek.
"With you at our side, we have imminity to attack from those who would see us just as land-goer-killers."
The Kree'th-An then pulled Steve over with one armoured tentacle to look at the water.
Down by the side of the boat, many of the fat-leaf Harvester Drones sat patiently, their leaf-like sections all containing the brown ooze.

After the Kree'th-Si put Steve down, Steve muttered something about having to go, and then quickly fled to the ships lower decks. "Forgive him" Said Fred. "The child has much potential, but at the moment he is very young".
"We... understand" The Kree'th-Si said.

The ships crew had dully heaved the large old fashioned war table from out below the decks for Kree'th-Si
"We have sighted the enemy towards the coast of an island, they seem to be exerting massive fire-power with another colony" exclaimed Fred, the captain. "A quick scouting will prove to be a massive bonus if we *ahum* when we engage in combat."
*Looking at Kree'th-Si*
"It seems you have numerable forces, perhaps it is a possibility....." Freds voice trailed off.
The Kree'th-Si made a long grunting noise, agreeing with Freds plan. "Fantastic. If you look here you can see a large cyclone. It would be best if you avoided it. The enemy and currently engaged in combat, so if you approached to the side you could sneak past without attracting to much attention."

-Below Decks-

Steve was working hard on a prototype. At the moment it looked like a large mechanical eel. Underneath where several propellers, legs and what seemed to be a large single foot. Reaching underneath it, Steve pulled one of the switches. The eel began violently twisting and turning, several of its attachments feel off, making a metallic sound when they hit the steel floor of the boat.

After reattaching the pieces, Steve pulled the switch again. The eel moved franticly for several moments, before falling still in awe of its master. Pulling at the clamps that held it, Steve released the eel. The eel scuttled around the cabin floor, before climbing up the ridge of Steves back and then leaping off again. "Hush, your making a hell of a racket". The eel slowly crawled its way in front of Steve, before looking expectantly at him, rocking its back end slightly, like a dog would wag its tail. "Thats better" exclaimed Steve, before reaching down and patting the eel on the head. A shiver of vibration was sent through the mechanical creature, this time resembling a cats satisfied purr.

>> Fred-Ship.

After the Kree'th-Si and Kree'th-An had clarified what they were to attack...


>> Enemy group, island.

Before a Kree'th attack, there is no such thing as chaos.
But there is hunger before the Kree'th attack.
Suddenly, the water around one of these enemy craft was boiling with about a hundred Kree'th-Li and Kree'th-Ma.
A tentacle as long as the craft lifted from the water...

Fire from the main on-board turret tore a hole in the ships hull. From the distance the crew of the old naval warship could swear they saw men desperately manning the lifeboats. But there attempt was to no avail. Shot from the rifles quickly ended the unfortunate crews life. Those left standing were unlucky - they had the Kree'th to deal with.

>> Ship, Hostile.

The Kree'th-Li and Kree'th-Ma that has been mostly cleaving away at the ship's hull now moved up onto the decks.
One Kree'th-Ma prepared to fire on a Land-Goer when it's face was blown off by it's weapon.
A Kree'th-Li clamped it's jaws around the Land-Goer and another watched in horror as it was eaten.
Most of it, anyway.
One of the Harvester's limbs punched through the hull, water flooded in.

The Kree'th-An and Kree'th-Ac watched their destruction.
>Remember, we do not live for fear and pain. We fight for... our belief. I leave it to you to decide if it is honorable. The Kree'th-Ac had sent a message to the Kree'th-An.

A survivor was drifting down towards the naval ship, probably trapped in some current. Nets surrounded him as the crew of the ship pulled him aboard the ship.

-Underwater-

The eel crawled along the bottom of the ocean (for it was a relatively shallow ocean) seeing a dark shape on the surface the sea, it pounced. Latching onto the hull it open its mechanical jaws and ripped a hole in hull. The eel then quickly slipped itself inside the hole. Working its way towards the communication's tower the eel encountered one of the ships crew. Pushing at the ships floor the eel launched himself at the startled crew member, knocking him towards the ground. The eel quickly jumped off.

-Communication Tower-

Several men were franticly working at a set of flashing lights. The eel sneaked passed them and found what he was looking for. Opening his jaws he quickly swallowed the package, before leaping off the deck of the ship.

-Ocean-

This time the eel was considerably heavier than before. He dragged his stomach through the ocean floor, before slowing heaving himself onboard of the naval warship.
One of the crew looked puzzlingly at him, before carrying on with what he was doing.

>> Ship, Hostile.

The harvester pulled the ship down and started to comsume it, as the Kree'th-An returned to Fred's craft.

The Kree'th-An knocked on the side of the ship.

"We have it!" Explained Fred, holding the metallic orb at arms length to the Kree'th-An. "Excellent" purred the Kree'th-An.
"But....... what exactly does it do?" exclaimed Fred.

>> Fred's ship.

The Kree'th-An made a growling noise.
"I... Do not speak yet..." She struggled.

- Tatl -

The Mupellian Natashara battleship closed on an Island.
The crew had noticed a Oil rig had suddenly been destroyed, but they had a fighter squadren assigned to investigate, they were testing their new machine, The Sil'fir Warrior. The captain didn't know much, except that the orders had come from the Emperor himself.
He aimed the cannons at the beach and fired them. The oceania tanks were torn to pieces.
Two landers started to approach the beach from the sky. Despite using Airborne transports, beaches were easily protected from ground assualts.
The Sil'fir Warrior rose into the sky. It looped in the sky then flew over to the Múspellsheimr. Which still onimously hovered over the sea.

- Oil Rig -
The Five Mupellia fighters and two bombers flew over the old ship. What they considered as primitive. They were more interested in the creatures however, which attacked the submarines. The bombers suddenly began to dart downwards, a red trail flying behind them.