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Post by ElegaicRequiem on May 3, 2010 21:14:57 GMT -5
*Very stealthily places an Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator on ymmot's ship before he realizes we're there.*
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on May 3, 2010 21:54:22 GMT -5
Attention: Proximity Alert. Xenos Artifact Detected... Martian Origin.
Classification: Doomsday Weapon.
Excellent, They're here.
deploy the containment field immediately!
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on May 3, 2010 22:37:41 GMT -5
Where's the kaboom?
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Post by Hetfiltrator on May 4, 2010 19:48:19 GMT -5
Standing on top of the ship "Here was a FµCKING KABOOM!!!" Hetlan lifted up a massive gun and pumped it. "Meet then newest in D.o.N.T. capital ship destroying technology. The God-hander 600cm cannon, even I need an exo-suit to carry and fire it. One shell cost roughly $500,000 and weighs 6 tonnes and contains the Devourer-666 virus. Call me a braggart but I have out done myself. Heh heh heh heh heh HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on May 5, 2010 10:37:02 GMT -5
*I noticed Hetlan was no longer standing next to me. I wondered where he'd gotten to, but I set that aside. There was supposed to have been an Earth-shattering kaboom, and there hadn't been. Which means the space modulator had been neutralized. Which meant that my nemesis was aware of our presence. Curses. I decided to introduce myself in a more conventional fashion, and opened a hailing frequency.*
Greetings, heretic. Any last requests?
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on May 6, 2010 21:33:37 GMT -5
*The Leviathan rumbled, a low guttural sound from the depths of the strange battleship, it's black hull draining the surrounding light in a creeping haze that left a blotchy halo of darkness back lit by the embers of the dying star while the planet of ceaseless storms raged eternally below.
Laser lance batteries like the poisoned spines of some nightmarish aquatic abomination bristled on the sides of the almost entirely automated bastard vessel of dark age and xenos technology.The ship's formidable weaponry began tracking hostile targets immediately, poised and waiting for the command to fire.
The Leviathan was far from the conventional battleship, for it had been extensively modified by none technological means as well. Ymmot could not say where the ship came from, as he recalls he simply found it adrift in space, a daralaic...but sometimes he could almost swear there was something more, something he couldn't remember except in fevered dreams that he'd always quickly forget upon waking.
The ship could sense Hetlan was near and it's hull began to melt in a swirling whirlpool of gathering warp energy, twisted runes pulsing with a sickly glow along the surface of the space borne monstrosity. A mouth leading straight into the nightmare realm of the immerterium itself opens at the daemon doctor's feet, a saw tooth lined gullet of raw red corruption yawning wide to reveal a hellscape of boiling blood and columns of roaring fire.*
Place a containment field around Hetlan immediately!
Now now Requiem, please...no threats.
*The high lord's voice boomed over the intercom and echoed throughout the hanger, Ymmot only had to speak into his helmet in order for his voice to be heard.*
Don't you want to know why I brought you here!
*Ymmot jumps into the seat of the Richthofen and seals the canopy before pulling the release lever and leaning back as he is launched straight into the void and quickly begins to make a hard decent toward the ominous planet below.*
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on May 6, 2010 23:04:11 GMT -5
Hetlan, while you're out there, please put the "I'd rather be in Hinamizawa" bumper sticker on the aft of the Golden Hem for me, would you? And please put your signature on a few of the forward batteries.
As for you, Rocketman, I'll admit to some degree of curiosity. Out with it: why did you give away your location?
*I bid for time while making the final preparations for confrontation. I didn't know if ymmot sought battle with me, or something else, but I could sense that there would be fighting in the near future. And masterpiece of engineering that she was, the Golden Hem was no match for the Leviathan on her own. Fortunately, her greatest strengths were not in direct combat power. Some of my more interesting modifications were not combat-oriented at all...*
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Post by cheminhaler on May 7, 2010 14:51:11 GMT -5
Cheminhaler polymorphed back into a duck again and teleported onto the back of the God-hander 600cm cannon, activating the firing stud override transfer utility button. Using a spare wing auspex he temporarily disabled the containment field, allowing the shell to fire.
STAND BY.. THREE.. TWO..
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Post by Hetfiltrator on May 9, 2010 11:51:30 GMT -5
Hetlan shoved the God-hander into his pocket. <"Sir yes sir."> and began running towards the aft with the bumpersticker.
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Post by cheminhaler on May 10, 2010 14:20:28 GMT -5
Cheminhaler was now stuck in Hetlan's pocket, together with the mega artillery cannon.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on May 10, 2010 16:39:04 GMT -5
Hetlan finished putting the bumper-sticker on. Then he teleported to the front and 196 broken pencils later, signed his name on the forward batteries
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Post by cheminhaler on May 11, 2010 15:25:51 GMT -5
The inside of Hetlan's pocket was like another dimension : the Tardis. As well as a Mega Cannon there was a getaway Valkyrie on a landing pad, a kitchen, several experimental vehicles and a cat. Cheminhaler raided the fridge, finding a pizza, and decided to heat it in the oven.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on May 12, 2010 22:30:14 GMT -5
"Hmmmm" Hetlan thought. "I think I'm forgetting something.."
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jun 14, 2010 7:57:11 GMT -5
"Bah" he muttered darkly, sitting up from his chair and striding away, motioning for Galt to follow. "Grammissar? I trust you are familiar with the tale of Lord Solar Macharius? Pray recount it for me, briefly, before we go planetside." He was Alexander the Great IN SPACE, sans the homo eroticism. Also the only character I can think of with randomly generated stats.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 9, 2010 9:49:51 GMT -5
A pilgrimage to Ultima Macharia. He'd promised himself this, so many times, for so many years, to come here and visit this place. The very end of Imperial Space, to the place where Macharius had drawn the line and said, "no more". The furthest reach of the Imperium. A small, dusty world, covered in rolling plains and mountains. No cities, save for small hamlets and towns that dotted the most fertile lands, and the rolling, unending undulation of the grasslands.
In this silence, Rolling Thunder stood, breeze dusting at clenched fists as he looked down upon the marker. It was simple, boldface type, inscribed on wrought adamant for a thousand years against the elements.
"Here, stands the end of the Macharian Crusade. Here, the war-fleets of Terra turned back, and returned to their homes, the light of the Imperium brought to this furthest point of the Segmentum."
Here, stood the grave of Lord Commander Solar Macharius.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 10, 2010 0:54:24 GMT -5
Hetlan stood on the brink of discovery... Well not really, he stood in a lab surrounded by his most trusted people. He had to think. This could be the newest, coolest thing since hammer-space clothing. But if it didn't work it would all be for not. ImaginTech was worthless. Cloaking was overused like a 99-year old prositute... in a town where everyone was into that sort of stuff. He was just about to throw in the towel when a chunk of debris beaned him in the eye. "Flak!? Up he...?" It was just then when Liu Feng noted a tiny twinkle in the mad doctor's eye. She listened intently as he spoke "Interdemensional High-Singularity Sheilding...hehehe" It was at that moment where Liu Feng had to do her duties, she hurried out the scientists as Hetlan fueled by inspiration began to build machines. As she the bulkhead began to close she noticed a placard on the door 'Welcome to the Department of Nice Things, where the only person less safe than the enemy is you!' it was emblazoned with a robotic fist with 'D.o.N.T.D.O.I.T.' painted on the back, she smiled as she remembered the first mad brainstorming session she got caught in, how... exotic...
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 14, 2010 11:27:39 GMT -5
Kaikel sat in his preparation chamber on his own personal transport, the Stiletto. The ship was small, lightly armed and armored, and had a combat-lifespan of the time it took enemy fire to reach the ship. It's advantage was in it's cloaking and it's speed, allowing it to zip in, drop him off, and hopefully zip off into safety.
Of course, it didn't stop him from almost dropping dead from fright when he found out that the Stiletto had come out neatly sandwiched between both the Golden Hem and Leviathan, both of which could swat the Stiletto out of space without any effort at all.
Luckily, he always had those tiny warp beads to count on, but he only had beads on the Golden Hem, which was not his intended destination. So now he had to take a risk.
"Sir, sensors indicate an object heading towards the nearby planet, hard descent."
"Very good Captain. Follow that object, and stay masked. Drop me off near the landing zone, then withdraw."
"Yes sir."
Kai was readily aware that he held a rather unique position. He served none of the major powers, and to his knowledge, was the only person who often flitted between sides, such was the nature of his mission. But this.....This was new.
He checked over his Exitus Rifle one more time, with all of it's modifications. Semi-automatic firing, 7 round capacitcy, bipod, toggling infrared light, thermal, electronic, and night scopes, side compartments for shield-breakers and hellfire rounds, and among other things, it had a more...special modification.
The rifle was missing the entire stock section, an area which was instead filled by a customized Exitus pistol
The pistol plugged neatly into the rifle, and had two triggers, one which fired the rifle when plugged in, and the other obviously fired the pistol. This allowed him to snap up his pistol in less than a second if someone caught him while he was using the rifle, a situation which killed many Vindicares.
He slung the rifle over his shoulder, next to his pack of goodies, and grabbed one of many custom weapons from his own personal armory.
The SMG he grabbed, the name of which slipped his mine, used a much smaller ammunition than the ungodly caliber of the rifle and pistol, more for the reason that smaller ammo meant more ammo. The decrease in power didn't bother him. His role wasn't front line combat, and if he had to mow down several squads in heavy armor, something was seriously wrong. He could probably do it though, especially if they were space marines with a strict "Helmets, Cover, and Camouflage are for cowards" policy.
More headshots for him.
Passing his reflection, he noted how he could barely see himself, even in the well-lit preparation chamber. It was a good that he decided to remove the skull badges from his uniform. Despite the hell it gave him from the high adepts, the skulls were markers that could easily be seen, and besides, their placement was just plain silly.
Once again, his mind went back to his mission, and he sighed, clutching a handful of warp beads. Times really did change.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 14, 2010 11:55:05 GMT -5
*As I stood at my console, staring at the fell heretic, waiting for an answer, I felt a familiar presence... I checked the augeries, but there was nothing on the screens. Someone was out there - someone I knew - but had a cloak to confound even the advanced sensors of the Golden Hem. I decided to ignore it for now.*
Well, Rocketman? What's your answer? It feel like I've been waiting for months!
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 14, 2010 15:54:33 GMT -5
A few more hours, and the profound, unyielding silence was had become unnerving even to me. It was like Death himself was standing at my shoulder, his unbreathing form just behind me, darkness standing at the very edge of my shoulder.
"You're not getting your scythe back" I say, the snarling ferocity ringing off the high vault of the planet's atmosphere. "You took Macharius from me!"
And I can't take a fraction of what you've taken from me. But this weapon will do. It's all I have snatched from you, Charon, and you can fight me for it. To the death, ha. To the death, and back again.
Kneeling before the monument, the knife in my hand a warm, smoothed-over wood, it's chipped blade scratching a message into the smooth marble of that monument. A message to make this arrogant, Emperor-praising lump of rock into something....something it damn well should have been.
"In memory of Lord Commander Solar Macharius. We do not forget you."
They took your body back, Sir. But in truth, you died here. This planet killed you. We killed you, and I'll never forget that.
A resounding, rumbling boom of thunder rolled across the empty plains, it's deep-voiced tumult shattering the silence as I left.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 14, 2010 22:57:55 GMT -5
Hetlan flicked the com-relay to the Golden Hem, and as Requiem's troubled face flickered into focus, Hetlan seized the initiative. "Hey Boss man. Got something you might like."
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 15, 2010 2:05:30 GMT -5
You're stalling. Oh, fantastic. You're back. Perhaps now is a good time to remind you that we are the same person, I can never leave you. *sigh* Of course, how silly of me... Don't get me wrong, I'd leave if I could...I think. What's it like in other people's heads I wonder. I know what it's like in here. Crowded, unorganized, noisy, and you've been pretty poor company yourself. Down right rude to me as a matter of fact. I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? You are being sarcastic. Heh, I know. You're still stalling. ...
I know.
*Ymmot switched on his communicator and cleared his throat.*
Hello Requiem.
I was guided to this world by one of the last jokaero to find the source of the pariah gene. Below these thick clouds lies a barren black rock of a world, an ancient corpse planet long ago stripped of life...everything gone save for dust and ruins...or so it seems.
Tell me, what do you know of the ancient civilization of people called the Necrontyr and what came to happen to them, how they came to be misplaced through the eons and where they happen to be today...?
Hmm, I wonder what we'll find when we land.
*The Richtofen shudders during its descent as the horizon comes into view, a vast black curvature stretching off the edges of his peripheral vision. Below him stood silent pyramids and towering obelisks sprawled out in spiraling geometric designs. The ground was blanketed in a low sickly green fog and jutting from the obsidian black rock of the planet's surface stood massive formations of emerald crystal, their pale glow giving the most illumination to the bleak landscape.*
I wish...
I wish she was here. I wish I knew what I should do. I think you know what you should do.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 15, 2010 2:08:10 GMT -5
*I divided my attention between the two screens, giving Hetlan a 'one moment gesture.'*
Alright, motticus, I'll bite. What're you planning?
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 15, 2010 12:14:12 GMT -5
Hetlan scowled. "Man... whom I gonna tell 'bout this..."
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 15, 2010 12:44:00 GMT -5
The Stiletto might be a little girl with a butter knife compared to the two battleships squaring off, but she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
A quartet of small pods launched, following a path similar to the Richtofen. The act of launching pods immediately announced the presence of the Stiletto. All of the pods were empty, save for a small explosive, that when triggered, would launch a multitude of warp beads around the landing site, allowing Kaikel to move around the area with impunity.
Expect retaliation at any moment, from either party, the Stiletto fired a rear battery in a preemptive strike. Instead of projectiles or energy beams however, there was suddenly a cluster of debris between the Stiletto, and the other two ships. More "weapons" were fired, launching out decoy probes, flares that blinded many different sensors, to even more junk, shielding the Stiletto from minor weapons fire, and even providing a chance for it to slip away again.
No attempts at hailing were made, as the Stiletto started to place as much distance as possible between it, the field, and, oddly enough, The Golden Hem.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 15, 2010 12:54:00 GMT -5
Ah... I see who it is.
*I jabbed my finger on the end call button, and returned my attention to Hetlan.*
Well, what do you need? You have a new toy, I take it?
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