[vorlon31]

Originally Posted by netburnrol

While the imagery you just gave sounds completely bad ass...

Revamped because images came flooding in....

me..

Intelligence had said that getting to the Conflux Home world was just half the battle and they had been right. From the moment he'd entered the atmosphere it had felt as though the planet itself was trying to stop him. Great storms had buffeted and blown his ship like a paper cup in a storm. Plasma bursts, born of amorphous, churning clouds seared his shields and hull and as impossible as it seemed, gave chase, forcing him to drop lower and lower to avoid them.

Ignoring the engines screams of protest and all the other alarms that echoed in his ears, vorlon31 continued to plough his ship through the thick soupy atmosphere of the Conflux home world. His white knuckled hands forcibly gripping the control stick as his vessel doggedly skimmed over a rolling ocean of tenticular extrusions that snatched and grabbed at the ships shimmering hull as it passed.

The engine blast blackened trail of charred and withered tentacles marked the route vorlon31 had taken over the planets surface, following a direct line that let led, according to the information provided by TRI intelligence, to the seat of that planets greatest intelligence, to the home of the alleged Flux Queen.

Minutes ticked by and still the ship held its course, its pilots grim determination etched upon his face as he drew ever nearer the target...

Finally, having held his ship together through plasma storm and snares, the prime and only target came into view. An enormous, bulbous mass that protruded from the swaying pink sea, rising like a great and mountainous boil of Conflux tissue, issuing waves of undulating hatred towards the ship that raced towards it.

Ten thousand meters, nine thousand meters, eight thousand meters said the computers controlled and measured tones, barely audible over the noise of the ship. Seven thousand meters, 6 thousand meters, optimal firing range achieved. It said.

Five thousand meters, four thousand meters.

"ALL FLUX MUST DIE!!" snarled vorlon31 as his thumb pressed forcibly against the firing trigger, releasing the Nukes slung beneath his ship just as the ships nose began pulling up into a vertical climb.

Dropping effortlessly away from the hull, the nukes were bathed in the crimson glow of engine exhaust as vorlon31 held his ship vertical and engaged maximum thrust.

One second passed, two and three as the ship climbed, straight up, dwarfed by the Conflux mass behind.

The flash of light came first. Some say the silhouette of the rising ship stretched into the heavens themselves before the brilliance that created it, dimmed and was replaced by the dusky orange, raging inferno of nuclear fire.

Just moments ahead of the ensuing shock wave, vorlon31's ship screeched through the searing plasma storms that had plagued his descent and on it raced into the Conflux home worlds upper atmosphere, just as the storm clouds behind were rent from existence by the roaring, broiling, flaming inferno that chased his ships ascent...

Blood red was the colour of the ships hull as it burst into the cold vacuum of space and behind it, below, on the planets surface, the firey ripples of his weapons detonation, rolled violently outward from the ex-Queens seat, spreading across the planets surface with a fierce hunger, devouring and laying waste to all that lay before it....

oh I love imagery.