An Invitation to the Hunt
The door hissed again and closed behind her.
Ludraven sighed and messaged her temples with her fingers, the meeting was finally over.
They gathered roughly about tenthousand ships, and split them into five fleets, each of them leading one of them, it was not enough to take Avathurn down alone but enough respond to distress calls when he attacked, within a reasonable amount of time.
Everything from their said had been managed and talked about, now there was only two things left:
Inviting the factions of this galaxy to assist in the hunt and explain them what it is about.
...and ofcourse starting the actual hunt, as soon as he would make his next appearance.
Danra Varden checked the comm relais a last time and then sent the messages out, comm relays, trading stations, Keeper ships and their contacts in other factions would all relay the transmission that has been just sent, within a pproximately a day, a large portion of the glaxy should have received the transmission.
Danra leaned back, now it was just to hope the operation would be successful.
...about an hour later the transmission already spread like a solar wind, the Keeper Descendants had invited ANYONE, to a meeting on the 'Celestion', their flagship, not only was it rare to hear anything of them in the first place, it was no meeting to gather information or recruit new Keepers, it an invitation, an invitation to a hunt on an Ancient...
The transmission started with the emblem of the Keeper Descendants then, there was a woman in golden armor, speaking with a firm voice, there was a fierce and determined look in her eyes...
/Transmission Start/
"Greetings, members of factions and colonists, representatives and leaders, freelancers and adventurers.
I am Ludraven Ramole and this is an official transmission by the Keeper Descendants, you may or may not have heard of us before, but know, we have come to aid you in these dark times.
We seek to hunt down an Ancient Terror that has resurfaced recently, Avathurn the Keeper of Souls, a precursor ship older than any known faction, it has awoken from it´s slumber once more, seeking to destroy and devour, if we will not stop it, the amount of destruction it could cause will be tremendous.
Anyone who feels capable of fighting at our side, come to the attached coordinates and meet us, we will be giving out information about the threat, coordinate the crusade and help you fight this terror, end the threat to your people!
Even if you do not feel capable of assisting us directly, you are still invited, to gather information and spread it afterwards, spread the word and help us locate this Ancient, there are instructions for a special distress call, in case Avathurn should show up in, or near, your territory, use it to help us, to help your people!
Stand to together with us and we will take down this Terror which haunts the Galaxy since ancient times!"
/Transmission End/
In the attachments of the Transmission was another file, it depicted a rather large ship, although it was hard to determine it´s size as there was nothing to scale, the black metal of the hull seemed to reflect none of the starlight and the edges were glowing in an unworldly green... looking at it made people feel somewhat... uneasy...
Ludraven stood at the bridge of the 'Celestion', the transmission had been sent, all preparations had been made, now the only thing left to do...
...was wait.
Wait for Avathurns appearance and wait for who would aid them.