ckightk: So i got the location for the enms hub
Aug 27, 2019 14:19:02 GMT
ckightk: If anyone wants to help out let me know cuz im building the city
Aug 27, 2019 14:19:28 GMT
Illsent: Are the console and PC servers merged now?
Aug 28, 2019 17:57:40 GMT
Matador: I figured out how to make the new warp cores ckightk . You need to find manufacturing facilities to get the recipe. You can unlock it from a recipe tree, so you get to pick what recipes you get now.
Aug 28, 2019 19:03:11 GMT
Matador: it takes one antimatter and 1 storm crystal to craft, but 1 hypercore acts like 5 regular warp cells
Aug 28, 2019 19:03:56 GMT
ckightk: Awesomeand that sounds easy to make
Aug 28, 2019 19:44:28 GMT
ckightk: And the servers have the same seed but its not cross platform
Aug 28, 2019 19:45:07 GMT
ckightk: Btw the new hub is looking great. And we got farms to make you rich as fuck
Aug 30, 2019 2:17:41 GMT
ckightk: Does anyone else want to join
Sept 2, 2019 15:54:51 GMT
Illsent: I don't really play NMS very often anymore, but if I ever do go back, I'll be sure to check out the hub. Well, that is, as long as it's on PS4.
Sept 8, 2019 15:19:11 GMT
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Following the fall of the UBank and the complete collapse of the Units system in the Galaxy, the nomadic pirate faction known as The Armada moved from their hunting grounds in the outer rims of the galaxy towards the Centre, leaving a path of destruction in their wake, bringing war to the High Council in what came to be known as the Bloodshed Uprising.
The war and conflict leaves an already reeling Galaxy on its knees. No Units, no established powers or factions, no leadership or guidance and above all the disappearance of the Sentinels.
The High Council leadership is assassinated. The Atlas at the centre of the Galaxy is destroyed by their forces attempting to prevent anyone gaining access to the power stored at the gigantic facility.
A safety mechanism inside the Atlas dissipates its most important components in the form of fragments throughout the Galaxy in an attempt to concealed them, preventing the destruction of aeons upon aeons of knowledge.
Established factions and new emerging powers race to gather the fragments for themselves. Some for altruistic motives, others to claim the power of the Atlas.
The race to gather the Atlas fragments* has begun! What path will you take? How will your choices affect the Galaxy?
* The Atlas fragments no longer are sentient. They are just extremely powerful artifacts. Some are vast repositories of knowledge, others are weapons, others can affect technology in some unique ways. Use your imagination but avoid creating God like pieces.
Shingen had one thing in mind as he flew his personal ship toward the huge ship that Nomad was on. Shingen has things on his mind that he wanted to get off of it before he was consumed by them. What could Nomad be up to is one thing he is wondering but there is a lot more serious things that he needs answers to. Being in his ship makes him feel so comfortable and at home with himself. It takes his mind away from everything going on around him which doesn't happen too often. One thing that still holds true is that when you look upon them, the Armadan fleet ships still look ever as impressive as they ever have. Shingen couldn't feel as more proud to be a part of the Armada than he does right now. His ship pulls in to dock and he disembarks to begin his search for Nomad so they can have their meeting. He overhears that Nomad is at the bar and smiles to himself...where else would Nomad be? Shingen then makes his way to the bar.
After reaching the bar, Shingen looks around and spots Nomad but that's not all he sees as his eyes now see Ahl. He walks over to Nomad and orders a drink for the three of them as he knows Ahl will eventually find his way over but while he has the moment, he speaks to Nomad. "Hey brother. I need to speak with you about some very important things. The question I have right now is do you want to discuss them now or wait until we are in a different location at a different time to have it?" Shingen asks Nomad as he glances around the bar. Things are going to be happening and falling into place as time moves forward but the question becomes, how much of that time will the Armada control along the way and in the end?
Elevation looked around at the sand, he knew well that if they didn't find a rock formation they'd be easy pickings for the huge worms. His thoughts were interrupted as a huge, black and brown, snake/worm creature burst through the ground right in front of the small group. "watch out!" Finn(ProxyFox) said as Elevation and Fennec jumped out of the way of it's massive body. As he hit the ground Elevation drew his multitool and started shooting the giant sand worm. To his dismay the giant worm didn't even seam to take notice. "This way!" Elevation heard Gakshok call, he grabbed Fennec arm and pointed, "Run assling!". Elevation kept his multitool drawn and turned around to see the huge worm emerge once again but this time it was headed right for Fennec. "Oh for murrsays sake" Elevation breathed in disbelief as the huge worm descended on Fennec. Time seamed to slow as Elevation watched the huge worm open its mouth to reveal huge tusk like teeth. Then the worms head seamed to explode right before the worm at Fennec whole. Elevation looked over and saw Amelia had her blaster drawn and there was some smoke coming from the barrel, "that's one hell of a woman" Elevation said under his breath.
After the shock of almost watching Fennec get eaten alive Elevation trotted over to him. "I can see you have you're eye on quite the woman", Elevation said mischievously but all he got was a puzzled look from Fennec. "What you didn't know that was Amelia who took that shot?" Elevation said amused, he still didn't get a reply from Fennec who was clearly still in shock from his near death encounter. Elevation pulled up his holographic map and checked out the planet they were on and noticed there was a small USSF outpost about a half days hike from their current location. "Hey guys i found some refuge from these huge bastards", Elevation called out, "Where and how long till we get there?" Finn asked. "About a half days hike due North." Elevation replied. "Well then lets get hiking" Finn said as he turned.
Alyssa Virtus sat in her chamber. It wasn't as big as the last one she had. She missed it. It was more comforting. This one was made of steel and seemed more like a box. Her day was spent as most days were, reading. She had built quite an intelligence over the years through reading. Her skills widely ranged from complicated mathematics to comedy, and everything interested her. Reading was the only real way to see the universe outside. That, and watching television, anyway but it didn't have the appeal that reading had. She could get into the thoughts and minds of others through reading. To see things differently. To be someone else. To escape what had happened to her so long ago.
A nurse stepped in. She was younger than most of the other ones but dwindling numbers amongst Ether Foxes had caused the need for new staff. This nurse was no more than seventeen, and had light brown hair. She had a very calm, but still a flare of a wild personality in her demeanour. A lot of confidence. The nurse stood in front of the door, her back straight.
Alyssa stood from her bed, "Any news on my brothers?" She asked. She was mostly referring to Jacob and Shawn, she never met Jaime due to her condition. Nor did she want to. Jaime was the son of one of them. She didn't want to be reminded of them.
"We don't know." The nurse said, in a voice smooth as silk, "Command thinks it's time to count Jacob as a casualty."
"Has anyone searched for him?" Alyssa asked.
"He was very close to the explosion-"
"But a warp occurred during the explosion."
"That ship was still critically damaged-"
"But he didn't die in the explosion."
The nurse stood silently for a moment. "I don't know. It's not my choice to make." She said. "How are you, today?"
"I'm feeling fine as ever. You?" Alyssa sighed. She stared out the window next to her.
"I'm pleasant." The young nurse replied, recording Alyssa's answer on a small tablet. "I'm Violet, by the way."
"I want to go outside." Alyssa said, still looking outside. This new planet wasn't as pretty as Avalon. The clouds were thin, and so was the air. The atmosphere was red as the ground that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The nurse recorded this, "Are you sure?" She asked, a smile appearing on her face.
"Okay. We'll get everything ready!" The nurse said happily.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
Kane Winteroak sat looking at the night sky and the endless procession of ships coming and going from the system's space station. Countless convoys of refugees were abandoning the inner systems in search for haven and a new start. He had been amongst them until very recently fleeing with no destination in mind. The destruction of the Atlas interface at the centre of the Galaxy had taken everyone by surprise. The gigantic explosion had wiped out thousands of stars around the centre killing millions and wiping out technology for thousands and thousands of nearby systems. No one was sure what had really happened. Some rumours spoke of The Armada as the destroyers of the oldest beacon of civilization had ever seen, others told hushed and confusing tales that the High Council has destroyed it in a futile attempt to keep its power and secrets from the hands of the wandering pirate state.
For as long as anyone remembered the Atlas had stood stoic and an impenetrable enigma at the heart of the Galaxy that very few truly comprehended. The High Council had managed to tap in some of its power and knowledge and that had maintained their era long control. Now it was all gone. The upheaval caused would have repercussions and ramifications that would be felt for generations to come. Kane Winteroak had always been blessed by dreams. From a small age in the Home World of Neverian in the shadow of the High Council seat of power he had always believe he was destined to greatness. He saw things in his dreams that others didn't. Images of possible futures and events that could come or not to pass. And that had always gave him an insight into his fellow men that most people around him would never have. He grew into an articulate and intelligent young man. He was charismatic and driven, popular and pragmatic and attracted others to his sphere of influence easily. He could have done or been anything he wanted to be before the Bloodshed Uprising. First the Fall of the Ubank, the destruction The Armada wrought through the Galaxy in the quest to challenge the High Council, their subsequent war of attrition and the eventual destruction of the Atlas has changed it all. Changed it all beyond his wildest dreams.
Undauntedly he had gathered his closest allies and followers and they had set out to escape the chaos and madness that was engulfing the centre of the Galaxy. Everywhere he went he easily gathered others to his cause. A goal that many thought impossible unachievable but that some felt that this young man would deliver. All they needed was to hear the strength of his conviction. The steely and far away look he got when he spoke of unseen truths. His words easily inspired others into believing his dreams. He could see into the heart and minds of other men easily. It was his gift. He made others believe. Believe unquestionably.
The dreams brought him to this planet. His followers gathered close by huddled together against the cold. They were not many. But they knew they would be the first of many. They would be the first among the faithful. The "Caroghenai" - 'The spears of the Prophet' in the old tongue. Their eyes followed his every movement. He stood like a beacon in the night, his long blood red robe, billowing in the storm that raged around them. They held their breath as Winteroak raised his hands to the sky. The two large moons in the sky formed halos around his hands as the light shone down on the gathered men and women.
Kane dropped to his knees and drove his hands through the thick cold ice snow. After a few seconds he pulled something from the ground and raised it aloft as glacial winds swirled around his tall figure. The light of the moons reflected and glinted over the gathered crowd. Most gasped as the crimson light showered over them. "Believe brethren. Believe. The true path shines..." Kane Winteroak eyes shone with the light of the vindicated. Holding aloft a shard of the Atlas. He beaconed his followers to come forward and kneel before him. One at a time they did and gazed in their leaders eye. The jagged shard of the Atlas dug into their flesh and he drew a Rhombus in each of their cheeks. Faces bloody, some gasped in joy and, the most pious among them, openly wept for wonder...
The Cult of The Atlas was born...
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2016 22:56:14 GMT by deustriplo
See you all around the orbit of some dark strange star!!!
With the destruction of Atlas long since past people have lost their way. but not me I bring something a bit better than just hats and survival techniques. ever since the day of that supernova i've slowly suffered but no more. i don't know what happened once the sun died but the sky was engulfed in eerie plasma slowly hurdling towards this forsaken planet. it was at this time i knew it was time for a change of appearance...
my new attire consisted of a Gas mask, Exosuit, my trusty Ghost rifle and the dawn of an entirely new face...
I start monologuing
No more corrupt sentinels, No more Galactic High Council, Pirates? no i'm my own revolution. I take my own path through this frontier. the center that's where it all lies... a giant black hole? no a wormhole to paradise...
I and my korvax clones will make our way to the center eliminating any poor fools who think i'm joking... you can play around in your own worlds if you want but i will free myself from this extremely horrid galaxy they call Euclid.
Reg i call out to my new korvax clone friend who goes by that name. what can i help with Reg asks. i explain to him that i will create an army of korvax clones. Reg agrees that we must reach the center by any means necessary and that he will help build an army with me. we search for abandoned facilities to salvage for ship parts. we're building a ship we can use to get to the next system and get a working vessel there I explain to Reg.
i gather some broken neutrino modules from decommissioned sentinels to sell to scrap merchants once we get there. we found an old trading post with some broken ships up on the landing pads. convenient i exclaim with optimism. Reg explains that the ships themselves are broken but we can fix them up with carite sheets... Perfect i know a cave where you can still find iron a bit back from where we were.
while walking i and Reg talk about plans Reg says that other korvax clones are holed up in the next system on a planet quite far away from the space station. its an industrial planet we can take over as it's only some low life mercs overseeing the factory and if we seize the giant freighter construction facility we should have an army of 5000 korvax clones and about 30 freighters for the fleet if we take the factory we can mass produce korvax clones willing to fight. Reg says by about 2 sols time we'll have about 50,000 soldiers and 10,000 engineers working on the freighters if we take everything accordingly
I agree with the plans and explain that i can take out the prison camps where the korvax clones are being held solo and get em back to Reg for breifing we'll then attack the mercs and take both facilities i'll lead one half of the army and Reg will lead the other. we each take one facility but before any of that we need to make it there in one piece.
we end up walking to the cave i knew about. we need 10 carite sheets to repair a merchant ship Reg says. i have 3 on my person at this time and he has 4 due to working on that planet he escaped from surprising how a korvax clone can crash land a ship and still walk straight... we mine the materials required and head back to the trading post to build the ship......
Nomad stood behind Councillor Twilight seat in the first official meeting of the new council in charge of the Armada. His huge scarred arms crossed across his barrel chest. He wore the black and purple exosuit of the Archangels with three red slashes over his left shoulder symbolizing he was now a húskarl to the new leader of the Rancour Hold. In the cycles after the last battle with the High Council and the assassination of their members by Lilith and Nomad, and the mutiny against the Bloodborn Elders the Armada had decided to take steps to ensure no other group of individuals ever decided on its future with the impunity the Elders had done before. Many amongst the ranks still view the Elders as once great leaders. They had taken the pirate wandering flotilla state and tore the Galaxy apart in a conflict that would live in history forever. Those who had lived through this conflict amongst the brethren would forever be referred to as Veterans. They had taken a horde of marauders and defeated the High Council, but they had gone crazy in power in the end.
The Armada was divided in five Holds. Each hold centred around one of The Elder vessels. Each hold was then ask to elect a leader or leaders to represent the hold and the views of their crews in new the new Bloodborn Council.
The Archangel looked at the assembled faces. Many of each he knew personally or by reputation. He breamed with untapped savagery and seemed always ready to bring forth violence at the least slight and wrong word. Nomad, the Void Reaver, breaker of Men and Empires. The Rancour hold did not even held elections or discussions over leadership. Support for Councillor Twilight was unanimous after her role in freeing the Armada from the crazy plans of the other Elders. She held it all together whilst the pirates came to terms with the fallout of the Bloodshed Uprising and the destruction of the Atlas. She was an Elder and traditions still meant something in the Armada.
The Juggernaut Hold was represented by Moda Wathu, the Albino. Last of the Ascendants. Moda was a tall wiry man with a thin frame. He was a legend amongst the ranks, one of the best strategist in the fleet, cunning and ruthless in equal measures. Countless raids and battles under his belt he was now in charge of the largest Hold of the Armada, the one carrying the vast majority of the rank and file brethren.
Nomad looked over at the man representing the Omen hold. He was the second in command. Ahl had been elected leader of the technological Metalsmith vessels that were the blood life of the Armada. However the self proclaimed space deity had disappeared on the eve of his victory, mumbling something about, space whales, procrastination and Hero Wind. In his place stood Illsent, Master Artificer of the BlackFinger Lodge, the closest thing that the Armada had for religion after war.
The original Captain of the Remnant, Dekafiem Turvanis, stood across from Councillor Twilight, an older woman with high cheek bones and short cropped grey hair. Her blood red tunic marked her as part of the now extinct Royal House of Turusqua, once masters of the Tyoer-Turlovvi Fringe. No Captain had more void battles under the Armada colours than her. Nomad nodded his head slightly at the woman in respect.
The Rising Sun Hold was represented by two men. A Gek named Sehol, a larger than average reptile that claimed to be a descendant of the First Spawn First Fist, Champion of the Savage Horde, Slaver of the Korvax. He was sided by Coravan Seer, an ancient grizzly marauder, known throughout the fleet as the slayer of Arka Suyr, where thousands were rumoured to have died by his blade and hand.
Councillor Twilight banged her quicksilver gauntlet on the table. The first session of the new Council of Iron Bloodborn was in session...
See you all around the orbit of some dark strange star!!!
Holly watched Kane as he plunged his hands into the snow and pulled out a fragment of the atlas. He glanced over to the small group of followers, they had come a long way since Kane's first speech. Holly looked back to to when he heard Kane's first speech. He had just abandoned the ranks of the Galactic High Council after they destroyed the Atlas.
He was one of many who abandoned the Council after they destroyed what soldiers like Holly had offered their life to protect. He had drifted from system to system searching for a purpose. The Galaxy he had spent his whole life in seamed alien to him. It wasn't till he heard Kane speak for the first time that he felt some sort of drive. Kane's speech gave him direction and Holly swore his life to protect Kane.
After that first speech Kane, Holly and a few of Kane's first followers traveled from system to system and watched as their followers grew after every speech Kane gave.
Now, Holly stared at the magnificent Atlas shard Kane was holding up to the small group. They were no longer a group of drifters preaching what some thought were crazy ideas. No, they were more than that now. They were the Cult of the Atlas.
Reg, progress report... i ask ship repairs complete safety test complete chance of death 10% from ship failure 60% from enemy attack captain he replies in serious tone.
righty-doke lets hit the road jack... i say in my Australian accent. i get an affirmative from my second in command we exit kuchosurfacenix and immediately hyperdrive our way to the neighboring system to begin our attack on the factory i look at my Reg he looked very nervous can't say i blame him we're about to take on a merc owned planet and free reg's comrades
i'm an experienced explorer but he has only just been placed in the galaxy with me. i give him my old burned boonie hat and let him wear it. i say it brings success on major scale no matter who wears it and i'd worn it my whole past life... lets say the supernova was bad luck i also throw him an iron shard i saved and pull out one for myself. I explain that these link us so we will never be separated and toss him a makeshift badge that says second in command
Hey chuke reg says... whats on your mind? i reply. what will we call our new army? says the intrigued korvax clone. hmm... well you seem to like the story about the four horseman of the apocalypse so how about... The Four Horses? i say proudly with a smirk on my face. sounds great so what will our army be like? reg asks. well i wrote down a code of honor on a document i hid inside my pack... Codes of life on the frontier truth is i'd dreamed of starting an army so i wrote my ideas down. i say.
so our army is isolated from the rest which means no outsiders can join? reg asks... Yes you never know who will stab you in the back. i say. makes sense. reg says reading the document. we're approaching the planet are you ready for the drop? i shout loudly and excitedly. YEAH LETS GO! reg yells back. righty-doke take this and say farewell to this ship cause it's going straight through the wall of the camp... i scream.
LETS GOOO. we yell in sync. we begin our descent to the planet surface with the ship headed straight for the gate. nothing but the sound of wind... and then i hear it... the sound of a crashing ship... i radio reg and say the deed is done time to move on... i use my jet pack to slow my descent into the snowy water. reg lands in the forest to wait for orders. i radio a stand by order. and charge the hole in the wall
i'm immediately met with gun fire from 3 armed mercs.
judging by markings they aren't anyone special must be some new industrial faction. i think to myself. i make a dive for the destroyed ship and land behind a burning cockpit. i pull off a jet pack from a corpse sticking out who got crushed under the ship crash. i set the jet pack to test mode. (which with the push of a button would activate it) i press the button and send it flying toward the mercs. the pop out and shoot it when it gets close to them causing an explosion killing two and stunning one.
i charge the other guy and quickly execute him. i take shields ammo and grenades to my next fight. which i was met with a patrol of 5 mercs. i shoot killing two. then hide behind a wall to my left. if i take em out i can get to the prison yard i say to myself. "Here i hear you guys love cooked pineapple..." i throw a grenade i'd cooked for a sec. it breaks a box sending wood everywhere cutting the poor fellas faces and blinding them.
i use a mining outfitted multi tool i grabbed to make a hole through the door then a patrol of 20 or so mercs showed up. i was way outnumbered and forced to drop weapons on the ground... i was almost shot until Reg broke through the roof and dropped a net over a good portion of the soldiers. i grabbed a grenade and let it rip before grabbing my rifle and ducking into an office...
i hear the grenade go off then peek and eliminate the 7 remaining soldiers... i use the multi tool again to burn a hole through the cell door where the korvax clones were held... some korvax clones were unfortunately killed before i arrived but the rest took up arms and helped me seize another 2 blocks before we freed the last group... we were ready to get back to the Ghimli forrest where i would breif the korvax clones and get em up to speed
I meet reg and he does most of the speaking for me it's probably best they are reassured by one of their own but at 20:00 we split up and assault the factories for our plans to get in motion
Turholvan Sontur was an Albumen Seeker like his father before him and his father's father before. Life was hard and dangerous for a Seeker but the rewards could be extraordinary. Of course the Sentinels made it a very difficult occupation to have but one learned to avoid or even fight them. When the fall of the Ubank came Sontur quickly realised how much more valuable the items he took so many risks to find were now. A single Pearl could now command exorbitant exchanges. In societies that survived the initial chaos and that quickly reverted to bartering everywhere he went with a couple in his exosuit he was treated as a king. Women, food, drugs, fast ships and anything he could desire were within reach. So while most people bemoaned the fate on the galaxy and the mayhem it followed Sontur hardly spared a thought for all those affected. Even when the Armada came out of the outer rims of the Galaxy and ploughed all systems under their keel displacing countless millions he paid little heed to the suffering unfolding around him. He learn to avoid the pirates and kept to his hunting grounds seeking more pearls. And when he thought it couldn't get any better he arrived at Amkuer, a rich and unknown planet in a binary system, known to very few, to find that all Sentinels were dormant. Later he would learn that the same fate throughout the Galaxy befell all drones.
He gathered as many pearls for 10 sols he could carry in his ship and made his way to the Centre of the galaxy determined to start a new life in one of the planets under the High Council protection. He was going to buy his way into society, become a new man. Maybe even support an harem like the hold Holqua viziers were rumoured to have done not so long ago. His new life last exactly 14 Sols after planetfall. And as quick as The Lady smiled on him, the quicker that the Lord showed his frown.
First the Bloody Armada invaded the central systems wreaking bloody havoc everywhere they went. If that was not enough they actually went and pretty much defeated the armies the High Council sent to stop them. After 14 Sols Sondur was forced to leave his new life before ever settling into it. He hired a couple of bodyguards and bought a fast ship determined to warp out of the system as fast as he could. He would leave theplanet eventually but not before he was mugged and beaten by the men he hired to protect and left behind. No ship, no pearls, no weapons. Stranded. But alive he thought. All he needed to do his to go back to being a Seeker and rebuild what he had lost. He joined a refugee train of vessels leaving the system when someone took pit on him and the state he was in. Bruised and battered. He was ushered into a cargo hold. He closed his eyes and slept waking up several hours later to shouts and commotion. "The Atlas..." they screamed. "The Atlas is no more..." he shrugged and settled back in a corner. ~A pox on the Atlas...~ he cursed in his mind. Before he drifted to sleep he saw a man nearby laying on his side, a green viscous substance running down the corner of his mouth. His eyes appeared to have a greenish tint to them too. Part of his mind tried to shout him to alertness. But he was too tired, too depressed to care. Turholvan Sontur would never awake again, as the Dread Plague made its way throughout the hold of the refugee ship like wildfire. The lucky died in their sleep like him. The unlucky were changed beyond recognition by the unknown virus spreading through the Galaxy.
Last Edit: Oct 25, 2016 21:37:57 GMT by deustriplo
See you all around the orbit of some dark strange star!!!
Back at the forest i ask Reg how he knew i'd be in trouble... He said something about seeing a 20 man patrol returning. i thanked him. Alright lets get down to business my fellow clones. says reg with a loud and proud voice As you know, with the Atlas destroyed we have no answer to the one question on our mind, what is our purpose in Euclid...
The crowd begins talking amongst themselves.
Alright quiet... reg says.
Ok so as you know i fled this camp but we're going to be making it home for a couple of weeks and i need every able bodied korvax clone to do their part.
the crowd gets a bit rowdy but then calms down.
when i made it to a neighboring system i met this man called Chukesys. (I step up onto the platform) he is the one who broke you out of the camp almost single handedly i only saved him from a 20 man patrol so all credit goes to him.
"No we all played a part in escaping even the weakest of us". i reply "we all deserve our share in thanks when it comes to escaping."
"anyway carry on Reg"
Okay so like Chukesys said we all did play a part both you, me, Chukesys we all played a part. right onto the idea me and Chukesys came up with...
"We're taking over this planet" I Say loud n proud the audience stays quiet... "WE ARE" I shout
"NO ONE SHOULD BE FORCED TO DO SOMETHING THEY DON'T WANT TO SO IF YOU'RE SITTING OUT OF THIS MASSIVE FIGHT PLEASE DO SO NOW" "YOU WILL NOT BE SEEN AS A COWARD FOR SITTING OUT" "AND BESIDES I'M CERTAIN EVERYONE WILL STAND AND FIGHT WITH ME..." I give the crowd a minute to take in the info.
"Alright who's with ME AND REG"
Every single soul stands up straight.
"You are now the first 5000 members of The Four Horses"
We get cheers from everywhere.
"Alright soldiers here's your first official mission" "Me and Reg will divide you up and one half of you will be with me the other with Reg"
"Everyone just keeps cheering in all honesty i expected them to be a bit scared and shocked"
after several minutes the armies were formed.
"Alright guys here's the reason we're doing this" "We are building an army of korvax clones" "Since the Atlas' expiration date has long since passed we've been subjected to hell" "I Believe the Atlas has opened up a wormhole to a new galaxy in the process" "And i'm sure you want answers so we'll find them there"
Daruisga Ymo stood in the bridge of the Nansur orbital platforms and looked down at the captain's body. The old fool had refused to give her the codes for the guns and she had put a bolt through his mouth. Blood and cerebral matter were splattered all over the consoles. Her crew were roughing up the other members of the Nansur defence force. Daruisga grinned and licked her lips and holstered her bolter. Here she was in control of a network of orbitals powerful enough to stop a dreadnought in its tracks and with a world at her feet. She and her crew deserted the Armada just before the final battle against the High Council. They had been proud and loyal brethren once but the pillaging towards the centre and what appeared to have been a suicidal last battle against the loyalist forces was one step to many for her. When the opportunity presented it self, she had a her crew turned from the battle. They were not the only ones. Many headed straight to their hunting grounds and would eventually rejoin the main body of The Armada.
The Armada. She couldn't believe that they had actually survived the conflict with the High Council and forced a stalemate. Rumours were flying about how both Councils had been murdered just before the Atlas exploded. She shrugged. That had Archangels written all over it. ~Fucking Archangels...~ she thought and spat over the corpse at her feet. ' Holier than thou' bastards thinking they were better that everyone else. How she had raged when she had failed the trials. Too unpredictable and volatile. She knew the old pigs had only refused her entrance in their little club because she did not bed any of them.
She watched as her hacker rushed into the room and sat at a workstation trying to crack the controls of the platforms. Daruisga Ymo sat at the control chair and gazed at the world below and the system that essentially belonged to her and her crew. She stretched her long athletic legs and kicked her boots off and scratched absently at the tattoo of a raven in her left breast. She caught the hacker sheepishly admiring her strong and lithe figure knowing her skin tight apparel left little to the imagination. She rolled her eyes. "Get me control of the platforms tech rat. Or I will put your eyes out with the heels of my stilettos." she barked.
The Armada could be moving out again to the outer edges according to reports but one day they would come looking for the stragglers. Daruisga Ymo decided she did not want to go back. Here at Nansur she would fashion herself an empire. The orbital platforms were just the beginning. From here she would raid and conquer nearby systems and gather others to her banner. Pirate Queen of Nansur had a nice ring to it she decided.
See you all around the orbit of some dark strange star!!!
The sound of my ghost rifle putting a round through the noggin of some unlucky merc signaled the charge of my small army...
"LET THEIR BLOOD PAINT THE WAY FORWARD!!!!"
Flag holders held up the "Death" flag.
"death flag mates end them all of them leave not a soul standing"
We charge and surround the freighter factory, lines are taken up all around me and time slows. i have a flashback of the time i met with "The Green Flame" it was like this charging down a collapsing space station to escape my assassins. the flashback ends and then i put rounds down range. 3 hit another 300 inside the factory...
"these mercs are like nothing ive ever seen before not very skilled but have massive numbers" i think to myself. eventually after a 2 minute fight we enter the factory and scatter. it's like a free for all but we know our targets. the korvax clones have excellent fighting skills in fact it may be their calling. the inside is clear and we finish off all the runners.
i promote a couple of soldiers to captains for their excellent job. then let them command the place and clean it up with some of the army. i take about 30 other clones with me to join up with Reg. when we arrive we don't hear any gun fire.
"All right guys split up into two teams sweep the building and check corners there are dead mercs but that doesn't mean the other half is safe..."
we enter the building... and see. 41px-Smiley_green_alien_whaaa dead korvax clones... "Immediately my eyes start to hurt but i can't cry my stomach tightens up... electronic life forms can't cry yet they shut down and go quiet. i can't believe what happened. i find a note on the ground from none other than Reg. it reads
Chuke i know you probably found this note listen the mercs were easy they didn't finish us. it was the S....
"the S? Who is "The S"
"Guys gather bodies and you run and let the other clones know..." "and the rest of us hunt for clues"
(OOC: I had almost given up on this RP. Happy to see it alive and well.)
"I don't trust this." Gakshok whispered to Fennec as they followed Elevation through the desert.
"No?" Fennec said sarcastically, "What's there not to trust about soldier boy?"
"Why do we not keep looking for Gek settlements?" Gakshok complained, "At least one can trust the intentions of a Gek."
"Well, probably because we've been to enough Gek settlements to know the planet has been evacuated," Fennec replied, "At least we know there are resources there."
"Don't you find it strange that this base he's talking about conveniently came up on his scanners after days out here?" Gakshok said in a very hushed voice, that made the clicking of his beak almost the only audible sound.
"Well, yeah." Fennec, "But there's no where else to go. All we can really do at this point is keep going and cross that bridge when we get to it."
Gakshok began to mutter angrily in Gek, obviously unaware that Fennec had learned many insults in the Gek language as a child. Fennec ignored the angry little reptile.
Suddenly, Amelia seemed to appear from behind them, startling them both, "Hey, guys!" She said with a smile, "Out here conspiring, huh?"
Gakshok grunted and turned away, walking ahead of Fennec and Amelia taking quick little steps.
"Gakshok has been getting stingy lately." Fennec said, "I don't think he was quite ready for this level of shit to go down."
Amelia nodded and continued next to him silently. Fennec desperately searched his mind for a topic to talk about. He was just about to make a stupid comment about how cool the sand looks here when she spoke up first, "I hope things work out for Finn (ProxyFox), he really misses her."
"Yeah." Fennec said, now thinking of his brothers and sister, "We all got someone we miss now days, huh?"
She nodded silently again. Fennec wanted to slap himself for being so depressing. He hadn't any idea how to talk to a girl he was interested in, hadn't been interested in anyone for years. He stumbled over his words, "I mean, that's good, right? If we miss someone it reminds us how valuable life is." His statement felt stale in his mouth when he remembered how many people he had killed... Sometimes in a brutal manner.
"Yeah. Life was valuable at one point." Amelia said, looking off into the endlessness of the desert. "But shit, very few people seem to value life anymore. Just survival."
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
Walker awoke with a start, reacting to the strike that the Korvax priest had laid upon him. It was the last thing he remembered. Now, he found himself in an extremely clean, great-hall. Walker looked around the dimly lit room. It was empty, but extremely clean. Windows stood high on all sides, the blue light of the system's star was plainly visible through them. The walls were adorned with grand paintings with so much detail you could have sworn they were photographs show casing the most beautiful moments of the universe. A perfectly white chandelier hung from the ceiling, but it had the appearance of emerging from the shadows above it because it was so dark up there Walker couldn't even see the ceiling itself. Walker examined the stonework. The temple was built of granite, the bricks were carved to a point where it seemed almost like marble, and little roughness could be sensed. He looked around further, searching for a way out, but he quickly noticed a lack of doors. He began to panic. What had he gotten himself into?
He felt a breeze behind him. He turned and jumped when he found the Korvax priest behind him, where it had not been before.
"What do you want from me?" Walker asked, preparing to defend himself. The lights of the priest's face flickered as he cocked his head, examining Walker. "ANSWER ME!!" Walker yelled, "Why did you kidnap me?!"
"Did you not come to me seeking my assistance?" The priest asked, it's head still cocked and arms at it's sides. It wore a long, black robe that covered it's machine-body.
"I asked for help! Not this!" Walker shouted. The priest didn't move. "Who are you?!"
"I am The Teacher. You shall call me that for I am known for no other name." The Priest responded, "and if you do not wish for my help, I welcome you to leave."
"How?!" Walker demanded.
The priest slowly and methodically gestured to the window, "Through there, is the world, the town, and the life you know, unchanged." It lowered it's hand and looked up into the darkness of the ceiling, "Or you accept and choose the unknown. To learn what I have to teach, one must understand the importance of accepting change over continuity, for the universe waits for none."
"Right... That's fine but I just want to get out." Walker said, "And both ways are pretty high up."
The priest nodded and turned. Walker was amazed as he watched the priest almost glide up the wall in an effortless climb back to the darkness.
"WAIT!" Walker called. "You still haven't-" but it was too late. No time to waste, though. Walker began to look around for a way out.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
I lose track of myself and search through the pile of dead bodies like an insane person. I only end up thinking of the worst.... the tears start forming in my eyes. I find Reg decommissioned clutching something. but i ignore it and dig him out. the tears fall on the screen where his eyes usually are. i'd only end up praying for him to wake up... but i see where the bullet hit. Square in his neck...
He's......... not...... gonna be...... returning to me......
I accept the fact he was gone fairly quickly and now i turn towards the object in his hand. it's a key of some kind... and i'm determined to figure out what it's for... i get a couple of soldiers to carry Reg's body out to the camp we're setting up.