[RP] Turn 3, Sector 1933 - Uncharted Star System

[Daemonknight]

Otherwise unremarkable, this star system contained an extremely dense asteroid belt approximately 14 AUs from it's star. The asteroids ranged from tiny 3-ton pebbles to massive 3-kilometer wide world-killers, had they been moving towards any planets with inhabited life. No such planets existed in this system, however. There was a single space station, surrounded by a small shoal of aerospace fighters and dropships, aswell as a small number of system defense stations and jumpships at the Zenith and Nadir points of the star.

Inside the station was a small crew to keep the base operational, but it had few functions. The main one was the massive HPG core, an experimental prototype that ComStar would literally kill for, had they any clue about it's existance.

In one darkened room, a handful of faithful servants operated the computer system that controlled the special HPG. The monitor screen flashed to life, showing a hooded figure drowned in shadows, it's face not visible. It's voice was likewise modulated by a computer system, rendering voice analysis impossible. It spoke in a monotone, but somehow was still able to convey an air of authority and power.

"I trust your minions are in position, as we planned?"

A bulky figure stood infront of the monitor, also wearing a robe, but this of a blood red color, edged in black thread.
"Yes, Dominus. It is as you have commanded. When the council has met, we shall enact our plan. Demi-Precentor Lucian has his part already in place, and the scions are being prepared as we speak."

"Excellent work Berith. See to this personally, we can ill afford a wrong turn at this stage."

Precentor Berith nodded and left the room. Another figured detatched itself from the wall and moved infront of the monitor, robbed in red fringed with gold, an unnatural red light glowing from within the hood.

"Berith will perform as required, Dominus. He has yet to fail us." A trace of annoyance managed to work its way through the computerized voice in response.

"Just because he has not yet, does not mean he never will. Incase his plan should fail, see that our backup plan is ready. We must have resources to conduct our campaign. Without them, we will surely fail for the last time."

"These frails will never know what hit them, Dominus. I can assure you of that."

[Daemonknight]

There was no scheduled transmissions today, despite the high level of activity. Many of the asteroid bases were being brought online, to launch their carefully concealed cargoes. The absence of certin figures however, still had many quite tense.

Two figures walked the corridors, the constant acceleration of the asteroid enabling this artifical gravity. Heavy ferrus metal plates for floors made the task easier when combined with magnetic boots. The sound of the heavy metallic footfalls was disquieting, as it travelled for hundreds of meters along the hallways, and yet the soft swishing of cloth robes was the tell-tale that one of the Manei had suddenly come upon you.

The figures however, had this corridor all to themselves, so none but they heard the soft swishing of the red cloth they wore. The younger of the two figures, though much more physiclly imposing, was obviously deferential to the other, and it was the younger who spoke first.
"Berith's plan seems well in hand. All is in place, and our agents have heard nothing, Precentor." His companion merely nodded. "The Light have informed me that their procedures are moving slightly ahead of schedule. We will be ready when the time comes." Again a nod, but this time, a sigh of vexation accompanied it.

"I take it there has still been no word of him?" It was clear from his inflection on the word who was being discussed. The younger man had a disappointing answer.

"No word yet Precentor. We have checked everywhere. Even Avitue has said she has no evidence of his arrival amongst the Sanguine." While not exactly a sanctioned move, Avitue's having escaped in that direction had proven fortuitious. She had kept a low profile thus far, and was under 'instructions' to remain so. Wether she would follow those orders because they had been given, or because it was her original plan, none could say, but the reasons were immaterial at this point. The elder man growled something in High Dominus that his subordinate deigned not to hear.

"We must move ahead, Demi-Precentor. Prepare the Angels of Chaos. It is nearly time." The younger man smiled as Precentor Belial stalked away. He grinned savagely and went in the other direction, to the HPG uplink, to send the orders that would be needed.