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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 15, 2010 13:03:58 GMT -5
"Yes I do!" Hetlan proudly displayed the small cube to Requiem "I present to you the..." Hetlan began to imitate a poor drumroll "Interdemensional High-Singularity Shielding Device!!! Say goodbye to conventional warfare once these babies are installed. Wanna know what it does?"
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 15, 2010 13:55:20 GMT -5
Not over an open channel, I don't. Hold that thought for later. For now, I want to see what new heresies we can charge the rocketman with committing.
Oh, and try to keep those pesky beads of Kai's off your ship. I'm having a heck of a time getting rid of the ones over here.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 15, 2010 14:44:59 GMT -5
Well...I figured that I'd call you folks on over, you'd bring your fancy ships to this system ...with enough warships gathered to pose something of a threat I'm betting that this seemingly dead world's automated defenses will activate, and pretty soon the whole planet will be waking up. Meanwhile...I slip in and have a snoop around while the fireworks are going off. Yeah, so enjoy that...and try not to blow the place up too quickly...not that it's going to be easy mind you...they've got technology down there that would make an arch magos spring an oil leak in his jeans. Exciting, isn't it?
*Narrows one eye slightly*
Did Requiem just hang up on me? Bah, how rude.
*The Spirit of Manfred von Richthofen II banks suddenly as a colossal molecule splitting electromagnetic beam of crackling green lightning erupts from the surface of the planet with the sudden snap of a deafening thunderclap, missing the Richthofen only by virtue of the pilot's quick maneuvering. More beams follow and quickly the sky becomes alight with eerie fire. The Rocketman easily avoids the larger beams which target the warships hanging above the atmosphere, but finds himself in a much trickier situation when he begins to dive, moving into the range of the smaller anti aircraft weaponry that starts to track his plane as he goes in for a landing, trailing the tail of his fighter with searing licks of deadly energy, each shot getting closer as the targeting system controlling the battery zeros in on it's target.*
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 15, 2010 14:58:34 GMT -5
Hetlan sighed "Liu Feng?" Her voice was as sweet as ever as she answered "What?" Why so surly Hetlan wondered to himself but he continued. "Have the Fall run a diagnostic scan on its self and run a purge on anything that I didn't make that isn't human..."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 15, 2010 15:00:59 GMT -5
The doors opened with their trademark, ominous thud, and Thunder strode onto the bridge of the Grammaticus I, the ancient Dreadnaught's bridge humming softly at the repressed power of it's old war-spirit.
"Hush" he murmured to the ship, ignoring the careful nonchalance of his crewmen as they deliberately refrained from staring. "Your time will come, old man" he whispered, as he settled into the chair.
"Tea, Earl Grey, Hot!" he said, snapping his fingers at a small native child that had been enslaved from a nearby planet as the bridge's tea boy.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 15, 2010 15:01:53 GMT -5
*I watched with mild amusement as the beams from the planet made their way towards the little anachronistic plane. The delight on my face was soured by a look at the shield readouts - the green lightning bolts were putting the hurt on the defenses.*
Helm, please take us out of range of this annoyance.
Comms, inform the Fall of Heresy to do the same, and to prepare for a jump into warp space. If I grow weary of this game, I'll detonate the new device of my own design.
*I sat, and pondered... I could have sworn the fiend was doing something else. It was almost as if I'd developed an intuition about him. When it was quiet, I could almost hear him... sarcastic and troubled.*
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 15, 2010 15:33:47 GMT -5
Hetlan looked blankly at Liu Feng as she conveyed Requiem's orders " Sure, just tell him that I'd like to show him my new device."
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 15, 2010 15:36:05 GMT -5
Unlike the Ymmot, the drop pods weren't so fortunate, and all four were destroyed, their cargo of warp beads plummeting to the ground.
The beads were tiny enough to cause difficulty in the planet's targeting systems, and most made it onto the ground, scattered over a radius of several miles.
The Stiletto was not as lucky as the other ships in the area, and several beams struck true, lancing straight through the light armor as if it didn't exist. Several of the engines cut out, causing the speed to slip, and the massive destruction on her hull dropped her cloaking. The only thing stopping it from being totally destroyed was the fact that the remaining engines managed to push the tiny craft just out of range of the beams.
For Kaikel, it was time to make planetfall. Clutching the handheld controller in his left hand, he held his SMG in one hand as he triggered the controller, warping him near instantly onto the ground.
Nothing would stop the Vindicare Temple.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 15, 2010 16:18:03 GMT -5
Ah... there she is.
Tactical, please put a tractor beam on the little ship, and maneuver it behind us. And... send them a shipment of adamantine sheets for repairs.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 16, 2010 8:27:28 GMT -5
After carefully aligning his giant pirate hat, Thunder snapped his fingers at the Bridge crew.
"Activate the Geller field, and unto the depths of the warp we'll go! Navigator! Find me Lord Requiem! Order the Servitor-Astropath to signal the Pants fleet of our arrival. Men! The next few hours are declared to be the 'Gestapo's annual Pirate Theme. I, the Dread Pirate Thunder, shall lead ye' to glory and adventure!"
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 16, 2010 10:53:14 GMT -5
Hetlan: Uh....You just purged everything not human on the ship that wasn't made by you. I doubt you made the clothes for everyone, or their underwear.....Meaning you just depantsed your entire crew, not to mention purged every machine you didn't personally make.... Anyhow, IC: A quick look revealed that he was inside some sort of facility. Looking up, he saw a small vent, probably how the warp bead ended up falling in here. Bringing his SMG to bear, he noticed a distinct lack of hostiles. The hall way he was in appeared to be some sort of immaculate maintenance hallway, much neater and more full of technology than any other he had seen before. As he slowly advanced down one direction, he suspected that there was more advanced tech on this one hallway than on all of Terra....
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 16, 2010 12:26:08 GMT -5
OOC: It's not the pants to worry about. It's the crew members with fillings, breast implants, and pacemakers.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 17, 2010 13:31:21 GMT -5
OOC: Well, at least we'll all know who got those implants.....
IC:
The Stiletto made no struggle as it was caught in the tractor beam. For all intensive purposes, it was dead in the water. Luckily, the ship was mostly run by A.I, so the massive destruction wreaked on it had no loss of life. Unfortunately, this meant that it could not conduct repairs on itself. However, the machine-spirits did what they could, sealing off certain decks for their sole passenger's safety, reloading counter-measures, and working on bringing it's stealth field back online.
As for Kaikel himself, all contact was lost as soon as he reported coming within sight of an extremely large structure.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 17, 2010 13:40:34 GMT -5
For all intensive purposes, OOC: For all intents and purposes. How does intensive purposes make sense? I'm going to go smack your teachers. IC: *I pondered further what ymmot had said, and looked at the message buffer which contained a bit more.* I think I'm going to go to the surface. Helm, take her home after that. *And so I headed to the teleportarium.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 17, 2010 14:31:55 GMT -5
A crackling snarl of ionised air announced his arrival, though the resounding 'crash' of the ship's atmosphere being split asunder, the peal of noise and fury ringing through the vessel's hull, told the whole world he was here.
"Ah, Requiem, good day" said Thunder, dusting himself off from the light coat of ash he'd picked up. "Off for a merry adventure, are we?"
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 17, 2010 14:35:39 GMT -5
*I jumped, slightly, as the Man of Thunder appeared next to me in my own corridor. I really was going to have to get the shielding fixed one of these days... Taking a beating from the planetary weapons probably didn't help.*
Ah, RT. I'm afraid I don't have the time to fix you a sandwich this time. I'm off to the surface to get a first hand look at what heresies are being committed there. You're welcome to tag along if you wish.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 17, 2010 17:07:24 GMT -5
"Purging of heresy? Would there be....Grammar Heresy involved in those heresies?" asked Thunder, fishing in his bat-like greatcoat for something. "If so, I'm in. Actually, if there's punching and killing, I'm in" he muttered, before fishing out a small pack of ginger biscuits, opening them and handing one to Requiem.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 17, 2010 17:10:20 GMT -5
Thanks.
*I ate the cookie.*
Not sure how much grammar heresy there'd be. It's ymmot, though. What I am sure of, is that that scythe of yours might come in handy with the killing that might have to be done.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 17, 2010 17:35:50 GMT -5
Hmmm....
*Switches to first-person narrative*
"I think I shall try this for a change, old boy. Always wanted to try this type of narration. Excuse me for a minute, I'm just.....*Snaps off most of the hilt of the 'Scythe*. Ah, jolly good. Falx achieved.
*I take a few experimental swings with it.*
Excellent!
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 17, 2010 18:32:46 GMT -5
*I watch with mild amusement, not overly concerned that this man had been able to teleport from who knows where to stand next to me with a weapon. He'd given me a cookie, after all.*
Well, shall we go?
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 17, 2010 19:15:00 GMT -5
*There is an incredible shuddering along the fuselage of the Richthofen and the aircraft started to drop from the sky trailing smoke. Ymmot wasn't at all surprised that he was going down and calmly unstrapped his harness. With a sigh he patted the control console fondly then pulled the emergency release on the canopy and hurled himself into the roaring wind.
He fell, tumbling...total disorientation, closing his eyes to stop the world from spinning he ignited his rocket pack and leveled himself out with a quick burst of speed. Opening his eyes he was unpleasantly surprised to find that the ground was approaching very fast and with only milliseconds to pull up he only managed to get himself upright and slow his approach slightly with a quick croak of his rocket before crash landing violently into the sharp obsidian rocks at the base of one of the ominous pyramids.*
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 17, 2010 20:26:18 GMT -5
*I flinched. I wasn't sure why.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 18, 2010 6:10:33 GMT -5
*Thunder pokes Requiem in the head again for the amusement, chuckling in the delight of small evils*
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 18, 2010 12:13:41 GMT -5
*I came back to the here and now when I was poked.*
Ah, right. To the surface, then.
*We entered the massive Ministry teleportarium aboard the Golden Hem. It was much more advanced than normal Imperial technology, incorporating other technologies and some of my own designs. It was much safer to use.*
Well. Time to pick a spot... Suggestions?
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 18, 2010 16:00:52 GMT -5
"Wherever the greatest concentration of defences is" I said, chuckling to myself. "Alpha-Strike."
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