Starcraft Aftermath: Reiterated [Archive]

Sikawtic

11-01-2006, 5:16 PM

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Forward:

This is yet another try at the SC:Aftermath RPs. Excluding this forward and my new character, this is the exact post I made for the Starcraft Aftermath: Reborn (http://www.warboards.org/showthread.php?t=4973) RP. I was PM'd by Tenebrae recently, where he expressed interest in restarting this RP, and I (of course) was excited to try and make the Aftermath RPs once again successful.

My hope is that some of you that were on this ship the first and/or second time around will saddle up once again and make this a great reincarnation of it's predecessors.

Without further ado,
-Sikawtic
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Rules:

1. No godmoding.
2. No demi-godmoding.
3. Don't be dumb.
4. Don't be retarted.
5. Try to stay on topic.

Storyline:

Two hundred years after BW has ended...

The war rages on. Zerg, Terran, Protoss... all fighting in a horrible battle to the death. Many alliances made, many broken.

Yes this is supposed to be open, make up any factions, races and etc as you wish... however don't make the new addition be too overwhelming. If i find it so, i will tell you... then you should change it immediately.

Signup Form:

Name:
Race and Unit:
Allegiance:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Weapons:
Powers/Abilities:
Bio:

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Sikawtic's Character Sheet:

Name: Tarvock (Subject E-13)
Race and Unit: Humanoid Experiment
Allegiance: Unknown
Age: 23
Height: 6'4
Weight: 420 lbs
Weapons: Sniping weapon, lockdown capable. Lightweight, yet durable exo-skeleton. Power-enhancing technology included. Cloackable.
Powers/Abilities: Basic ghost powers, as well as regeneration of body. Knows several different languages, and is a capable pilot.
Bio/Appearance: Bioengineered. "Designed" as the next-gen ghost, Tarvock is the Terran's attempt at creating a new species. Although similiar in appearance to a human, Tarvock has blue, glowing eyes, and pure white, medium length hair. Stronger, heavier (appears as an athletic human), and taller than most Terrans, Tarvock truly is one of a kind. Currently Tarvock serves in the Terran special ops field.
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Biohazard

11-01-2006, 5:22 PM

May I be a cerebrate? If not, an overlord?

DarkMirror

11-01-2006, 6:07 PM

Ok, can I be a...
Hybrid
Xel'Naga
UED Ghost
?

Vhaeraun

11-01-2006, 6:52 PM

Ok, can I be a...
Hybrid
Xel'Naga
UED Ghost
?
If it helps you at all, last time this RP was running, I introduced both a new Archon and the Xel'Naga.

I would consider creating my Archon again, but I dunno how active I'm gonna be able to be, so I dunno yet.

But no one take my idea, or I'll find where you live and fillet you (after flaying you, of course ;) )

DarkMirror

11-01-2006, 6:55 PM

hmmm...
Archon...
I claim the Shadow Archon as my own!
J/K

Ok...This is hard...

Do I be a xel'nag, a hybrid, a UED ghost, a new archon, or a modified Desiklisk(see the SC2 units thread)?

Vhaeraun

11-01-2006, 8:01 PM

Is that what my Archon was called? I seriously don't recall atm...

DarkMirror

11-01-2006, 8:03 PM

I made it up...

Vhaeraun

11-01-2006, 8:07 PM

Ah. Meh.

CrazyTom

11-01-2006, 8:19 PM

Am I allowed to invent a new race? Here's my idea, if it's wrong then I'll scrub it.

Name: Ga'shar
Race and Unit: Ta'Shand Surveyor, Advance Scout - Equivalent to Protoss Observer.
Allegiance: Terrans, but he's something of a shifty character, with a frightening agenda.
Age: Constructed in the gene vats over two Grand Cycles ago.
Height: 7 foot 6"
Weight: Roughly one metric tonne, in full armour.
Weapons: Two floating fist-sized offensive drones. One is equipped with a 'graser' or 'gravitational laser', which fires a vivid white beam that sucks on the matter it hits towards it. The net effect of this is to leave tangled chunks of flesh and metal behind after it has fired. Has a fairly slow effect. The other drone has a single-use antimatter pulse, a suicide weapon of absolute last resort.
Powers/Abilities: Using monofilament cables, he can 'download' the memories of any creature he comes across. A camouflage field makes him hard to spot, except when he moves.
Bio: Ta'Shand are tall and powerfull built, but their large size makes their muscles weak and they rely on exoskeletons to move about. The actual Ta'Shand creature is masked by equipment required for them to exist outside of their homeworld. They breathe a strange mixture of vespene and other gasses, toxic to any of the other races. Ga'Shar's armour is black, but scarred and pitted from such an unimaginably long time spent roaming the galaxy.

Sikawtic

11-01-2006, 8:39 PM

CrazyTom: Perfectly acceptable. Welcome to the RP :)

Vhaeraun

11-01-2006, 8:46 PM

Correction: My archon was in the original Aftermath, and I was the Xel'Naga during Reborn (An hour of boredom allowed me to figure that one out xD)

I'll throw out something tomorrow maybe >.>

DarkMirror

11-01-2006, 8:50 PM

What was your archon?
Can I see it?

Vhaeraun

11-01-2006, 9:00 PM

What was your archon?
Can I see it?
Just search this forum for Starcraft: Aftermath. Shouldn't be too hard to find the first one.

Black.Ice

11-01-2006, 9:03 PM

Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is just an open RP right? So, we pretty much do whatever we want?

How exactly are we interconnected... if it all? I haven't had a chance to skim through the older RP yet, but I'll probably be joining shortly.

Sikawtic

11-01-2006, 9:11 PM

You have to create the bridges for yourself, it's all part of the fun. :)

DarkMirror

11-01-2006, 9:41 PM

Name: Zerakuan/Tassadanis(Tassa'kuan)
Race and Unit: Protoss Shadow-Archon
Allegiance: Protoss
Age: 2,934
Height: 10 ft. tall
Weight: Unknown
Weapons: Psionic Whiplash(Like psionic shockwave, but more powerefull and red...)
Powers/Abilities: Mind Control(10 creature maximum), Feedback, Disruption Web, Size Change
Bio: Created in a ritual that was discovered only about 50 years ago. Known commonly as a Shadow Archon, he is one of only 15. He is cabable of losing most of his powers(Except his attack and his Disruption Web ability) in return for temporily(For about 24 hours) turning into a smaller form that closly resembles a High Templar wrapped in blueish energy. In this from he has bluish grey skin and red slashes of scales. In his true from he is a tall, black figure wrapped in the same blue field of energy that wraps his smaller form, except it is laced with purple bands of psionic energy. He is known for being a rash, brooding figure and for acts of irrational bravery...

Biohazard

11-01-2006, 10:17 PM

Name: Rrgafal’ikx (Known by Terrans as Argus)
Race and Unit: Zerg Cerebrate
Allegiance: Queen of Blades
Age: 183
Length: About 15 feet, 5 feet thick.
Weight: A half a ton
Weapons: The Garm Brood
Powers/Abilities: A powerful psychic link with the Queen. Also has control of roughly 10,000 units.
Bio: Rrgafal’ikx was created shortly after the Queen of Blades took over the swarm. He is the fourth cerebrate to control this brood. After the third one was destroyed on Char, the Queen deemed that the brood could no longer stay stationary. She personally saw the genetic modification of an overlord to permanently house the Cerebrate she was creating. This overlord is easily five times the size of a normal overlord and capable of housing a small army, because of this massive size, it took ten years to mature. Once it hatched Rrgafal’ikx was immediately moved into its hollowed carapace. The Garm Brood has never been more successful, using its guerilla tactics and speed; it has already felled one Terran planet.

Neu(t)ral Damage

11-02-2006, 2:30 AM

Name: Skimitzora
Race and Unit: Idiran Exile (Hi, Tom!)
Allegiance: Protoss Survivors
Age: 9,742
Height: 9'11''
Weight: 2,012 lbs in armor
Weapons: Effector unit, Dual-core Force-field emitters on either forearm. The force-field emitters are linked to its brain, and so react just as it does. He also keeps a very loyal knife-missle, in what could be called his back pocket, for very special *evil grin* occasions.
Powers/Abilities: At full volume this ancient warrior can make tremendous noise using its tertiary arm, a large chest flap, enough to make organic tissues caught with in the directional cone turn to mush.
Bio: Idirans are three-legged giants of a Protossian level of technology. Bearing saddle-shaped heads as wide as that of three humans and booming voices, all mature Idirans are very religious warriors and very proud of what they are. They are of one gender and exceptionally hard to kill, even as just a torso, they will continue to fight.
Six millenia ago Skimitzora was dishonorably discharged from high rank and banished from the Idiran Sphere, found guilty of disobeying direct orders to execute an innocent Homomdan. In its long travels, it had once encountered the Xel'Naga following the Overmind's attack from Zerus. From that day forward it had vowed on its life to put an end to the parasite's mad plot before it could bond with the Protoss. And so, it fought in many of the last battles for Aiur, and aided the Dark Templar on Shakuras.

WarBrood

11-02-2006, 3:23 PM

Name: Shaki'nasudurak'briathania
Shaki for short
Race and Unit: Apparator Exile
Allegiance: None.
Age: The Apparators have no sense of time.
Height: 7'6"
Weight: 295lbs
Weapons: Psi-blades like that of a zealot
Powers/Abilities: The Apparator race moves in the style of short teleportations. Their image is blurred to the natural eye. Because of their blurred nature they do not appear on radars. However their bodeis are frail and even simple damage pains them.
Bio: Shaki was exiled from her clan because of her need to explore and discover. The rest of her clan spent the centuries in hiding long before the great schisim of the protoss. Shaki being a second generation Apparator has the longing desire to find out the origins of her species. Shortly after she was exiled however, upon leaving the planet Quasarus, it errupted in flames from the core. The planet was dissintigrated and she was left as the sole surviver of her species.

Dusty

11-02-2006, 4:12 PM

Name: Ronan
Race and unit: Terran. Commands a Battle cruiser (If allowed). He Works for the Free Space Society. AKA There Robin hoods of Deep Space.
Age: 31
Hieght: 6’ 2"
Wieght: 220lbs
Powers/abilities: Commands a Battle Cruiser + all the ground staff that he can hire. Its been modified with various upgrades that were borrowed from UED and Dominion ships. These include 4 laser turrets on the wings and two on the yamato gun, 120 wraiths 4 escorting valks and a dozen drop ships. Micro thrusters making his ship (The Aragon) one of the most maneuverable around.
Bio: Was born and raised at the Privateer base on Omega 6. From a young age he loved listening to pilots and there stories of distant worlds. When he was just 16 he left to seek adventure and fame. He meet up with a FSS member who saw his skills as a pilot. After being accepted he and his squad quickly racked up the kills and rose through the ranks till he landed in command of his current ship.

DarkMirror

11-02-2006, 5:02 PM

ummm...
You shouyld get a lot more wraiths and valks.
like 50...

Biohazard

11-02-2006, 5:11 PM

Ok...a battlecruiser is a giant capital ship capable of holding perhaps a hundred wraiths, with a crew of thousands. Valks are frigates, with a crew of maybe a a hundred. Keep that in mind...

Dusty

11-02-2006, 6:08 PM

1.Its a pirate ship were under hard ships. 2.I was thinking Valks were more like a heavy fight my bad.

DarkMirror

11-02-2006, 6:11 PM

Valks dont have a crew of a hundred...
They are fairly small...

Dusty

11-02-2006, 8:16 PM

^Thats what I thought but oh well.

Sikawtic

11-02-2006, 10:32 PM

The more power that comes with your character, the better RPer you have to be. If you can't play the part and make it original and not overpowering, you may be asked to roll a knew character or in the case your waaaaay too power-hungry, asked to leave.

Not saying anyone is at fault, just remember when the RP gets rolling.

DarkMirror

11-02-2006, 10:48 PM

Name: Ishakann
Race and Unit: Zerg Advanced Desalisk
Allegiance: Kerrigan
Age: 27
Height: 5 ft.
Weight: 650 lbs.
Weapons: Desa-claw, Acid Spit
Powers/Abilities: Psychic link to the swarm, Burrowing, Ensnare, Dark Swarm, Consume
Bio: Ishakann looks like a large bulb of a body supported by to legs in the back that sprout several spines that travelk uyp along his body and aend at his forward Leg, which ends in a long, serrated claw. His mouth is situatd under this apendage and is ringed by teeth. His eight eyes glow a sickly red. One of the newest Desalisk, Ishakann has evolved to become like a smaller, more deadly defiler. He was assaigned to protect a cerebrates main hive cluster at birth, and after being the sole survivor of the attack that devasteaded it he was granted a minor evolution to become an Advanced Desalisk. He now leads strike forces deep into enemy territory.
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b390/XxxTenebraexxX/Desalisk.jpg

vIsitor

11-03-2006, 12:05 AM

[OOC]Well, I feel I know enough about roleplaying to join something like this, and the premise of this one seems intriguing enough, so I'll try work my way into this. As for my following RP character, I apologize in advance to ceaser342 if it seems to him that my character is rather like his own; thing is, I thought it up before I even reached his post. Ironic how similarly different minds work, no? In any case, I'll try to differentiate my character from yours as much as possible. One thing is for certain: I definately wrote more than I really needed to ;)[/BiC]

Name: Captain Nicolai "Nice" Hardrive
Race and Unit: Terran; Commands The IPK Vastal*
Allegiance: To himself and his crew, as he belongs to no agency
Age: 44
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 248 lbs
Weapons: The capabilities of the Vastal, his crew, and what resources he can find at hand
Powers/Abilities: He has his wits and little else
Bio: Little is known about the enigmatic Captain Hardrive, other than he is (or rather, was) a small time mercenary with an odd surname. Most recently, however, he committed an act of piracy and stole the decommissioned (former) Confederate Battlecruiser Vastal from the mothball yards orbiting Csyellus IX, moments before the ship's scheduled demolition. The motives of the theft remain unclear, especially considering the limited capabilities of the piteously outdated craft. Nevertheless, the local authorities have deemed him to be a sufficient threat to issue a shoot-on-sight warrant for him and his crew.

*The Vastal, named for a small repair ship disabled during the old-earth attack on Pearl Harbor, served for years as an auxiliary command ship and escort for the science fleets of the Confederate Epsilon Squadron. It was first decommissioned shortly prior the destruction of the Confederacy at the hands of the Sons of Korhal, but was later reactivated & refitted in response to the UED's invasion and subsequent capture of the Dylar IV Shipyards. In never saw any action, however, as Korhal was overrun before its upgrades were finished. Fortunately, it was far enough away from the Dominion core-worlds to escape the UED's notice, and thusly never impressed into their fleets. Once the UED invasion was deftly crushed by Kerrigan and her 'allies', the Vastal was sent to the then-border-world of Csyellus IX, and, once again, decommissioned. Some 200 years later, the venerable old ship, now hopelessly outdated, was slated for scrap and demolition. At this point, Captain Hardrive and his small crew made the unexpected move of capturing the vessel. With most of its equipment nonfunctional, outdated, or previously removed by salvage crews, the ship did not by any means escape unscathed by the local planetary defense forces. Indeed, its entire port-side nacelle array was torn asunder from the ship proper by the unyielding hail of fire. Nevertheless, the ship managed to limp away. The authorities abandoned any active pursuit. The ship was critically damaged, running on a single reactor, was armed with weapons centuries-outdated, to attempt to activate the Yamato array would be suicide, and the ship, intended to be run by a crew of thousands, was under the control of but fifteen men. Although certainly a paper tiger, she undeniably remained some level of threat, and fearing Hardrive would attempt another theft, they issued Hardrive's death-warrant.

CrazyTom

11-03-2006, 10:59 AM

Hard Drive seems like a strange name for a character but that looks good. How many people do we need before we can start, and is there going to be any sort of scenario to follow? Having each person following a completely random plotline seems a little... haphazard.

vIsitor

11-03-2006, 4:28 PM

True, the name is certainly odd, but to have something so fantastically off-key after an extensive description a story unto itself is part of the appeal. Besides, I have fond reminiceneces of using that name in other mediums.

As for how many, it really depends. Too few, and the story is one-sided and boring, too many and we are bogged-down every time someone is kept from participation by extrenuating circumstances. I would suggest six to nine.

The plotline shall develop as the story progresses. Each character shall situate him or herself in the position for or against the others, and as allainces form, so shall rivalries. Once situated, the storymaster can intoduce a plot for us to revolve about, each with our own agenda. Further complications can be added as nescessary.

Dusty

11-03-2006, 4:40 PM

Wow once again I am suprised by someone under 50 post. You just nailed it on head vIsitor good job!

Mr.Bad

11-03-2006, 4:47 PM

I am not at all reliable, a mediocre rp'er and tend to forget about rps. I believe that this rp would be better off without people like me, but if many people are desired, or you are having trouble getting people to join, or just don't care than i'm in. I have taken a interest in the Aftermath rp's, and although I would like to participate, I have already stated my problems, and would probably try not to get into a situation where people depend too much on my posts for the continuation of the rp. Just let me know and I'll be fine either way.

master_link

11-04-2006, 12:45 AM

No idea but meh.
Name: Legonizaire Xenatrice (If anybody ever copied this name, I will DESTROY THEM)
Race and Unit: Terran, Mobile Suit Pilot
Allegiance: 1337 Forces
Age: 16
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 130 lb
Weapons: H9-ER'37 Uzik, C9.87-TAT gun, 47.9-PO rifle, G3-ER'37 handgun, Mobile Suit
Powers/Abilities: Physically and mentally trained to a degree of better trained then a Ghost, ability to pilot basicly anything at hand, learns extremely fast with none or little help, EXTREME accuracy, trained with the most underhanded and devastating strategic moneuvers
Bio: From a very young age, Legonizaire has been trained by mysterious masters from all over the universe, and in the end, finding talent in Mobile Suits, fighting for an elite force which he commands, which plans to destroy all Zerg and hostile's to the human and Terran race and her allies. His name is the one he was given by his first master, a dark templar by the name of Zeratul, while he was spending his 10 years of being a hermit in a remote icy world. Legonizaire reached the wasteland by using an ancient Mobile Suit known as Hydrolisk, though it has nothing to do with the Zerg Hydralisk. The suit was originally as good as a modern day one, and after many modifications, it became the perfect machine, which Legonizaire uses to help the 1337 Forces and their mission to protect humanity.

DarkMirror

11-04-2006, 1:19 PM

your name isnt very...human.
also, you seem a little...odd. For a 16 year old. and your history makes yoou seem like a protoss.
but meh.

Biohazard

11-04-2006, 1:44 PM

Zeltaris

11-04-2006, 7:41 PM

This is my poor attempt at returning to RPing :D. Expect me to pop in once every 2 moons, kill everyone in sight and then fade away for another while

OOC: Sik, is this a continuation of the SC:Aftermath RPs or do we start from scratch?

Name: Khyras Zeltaris
Race and Unit: Protoss Master Templar
Allegiance: Protoss Survivors
Age: 956
Height: 3.12 m
Weight: 250 kg
Weapons: Psionic Sword. Pilots a modified corsair
Powers/Abilities: Immense psionic potential. Able to shoot blasts of raw psionic energy, stasify surrounding targets for a brief period of time, warp to short distances and in extreme circumstances, create a vortex of psionic energy which deals massive damage in a vast area.
Bio: Zelt is sexy. Bitches :D
Real Bio: Zeltaris is one of the last survivors of the ancient Khyrai tribe, the colonists of the world Khyrador. The colony was destroyed during the Aeon of Strife and its inhabitants recalled to Aiur. Once on the homeworld, the battered Khyraii were trained as templar by the conclave and assigned to several of the first Dae'Uhl missions. As protoss tradition tells, the primitive Arbiters which they crewed could not yet properly harness the complex mechanics of warp space and the greater part of the first missions failed. Dark Templar legends, however tell another story. 3 millenia after the dawn of the Khala, soon after the establishment of the Dark Templar on Shakuras, a storm is said to have unleashed its fury on the helpless encampments. The Dark Templar tell that the presence of the cosmic nexus on Shakuras opened an exit to the failed warp rifts in which the Khyraii crews fell aeons before. Because of this, there are perhaps a dozen Protoss among the Dark Templar who appear to be close to a millenium of age, but are in fact by far older. The former Khyraii, trained in the arts of the Templar at first and then harboured by the Dark Ones are said to wield great power. They are called the Master Templar.

OOC: ooooh.... kewl :D

Tenebrae

11-04-2006, 9:19 PM

Name: Tenebrae (His call name as a Terran assassin.)
Race and Unit: Decayith(Name of my race tends to change a lot but yea.)
Allegiance: None
Age: Thought to be 20
Height: 6'2
Weight: 140lbs

Weapons:
- Wrist Blades/Tendrils:
Upon the top part of each wrist, forearm, there's an orifice that houses a large retractable talon-like blade. These blades are infact just hardened ends of long whip like tendrils also able to be extended.
-Feeding Tendrils
In addition to the two within his arms, Tenebrae also has four orifices right under his pectoral muscles. Two on each side running downward along his abs. Lurking within these orifices are his feeding tendrils. These are rarely used for anything but...feeding.

Powers/Abilities:
-Empathy/Telepathy
Tenebrae possesses powerful telepathic and empathic abilities that would, at the very least, equal and possibly even exceed those of any Protoss.
-Energy projection
Tenebrae has the ability to focus his own energy into an essence like blast that can be projected from his hands. Normally he only uses this when his foe is airborne...preferring eviscerating his prey.
-Cloak
Due to formally being a Terran Ghost Tenebrae carried over the ability to Cloak, though no longer is this ability a mechanical construct...but an effect of his own essence.

Bio:

Once a Terran assassin, Tenebrae is now of a race who lies, unknown, in wait within the shadows of existence, an alternate dimension. Little's known about his life as a Terran, or the race he now belongs to, due to his personal files being all but deleted. What's known from the remaining information is that he was raised from birth, due to his immense telepathic and empathic abilities, to be an extremely lethal assassin. Another interesting note is that he was born blind, his eyes completely white lacking both a pupil as well as an iris though despite this deformity he was still able to see, most likely through some sort of mental ability.

As the being he is now, Tenebrae is for the most part a nightmare incarnate. His body's housed in a strange smooth black armor-like exoskeleton, the joints of which look like a black mesh-work of liquid tendons, always writhing. The exoskeleton runs fully up along his head as well, forming a helm of sorts most of which is rather featureless lacking ears, a nose, and a mouth...instead the mouth portion is raised much like that of a gas mask, but where the filters would be are instead two small orifices upon each side that again run vertical like with those upon his torso that hold his feasting tendrils.

His eyes are indeed exposed, the exoskeleton merging with the flesh around the eye sockets forming slightly deep pits where the pure white orbs gaze out from. What actual skin can be seen when light is cast upon his face is deathly pale in color. All in all Tenebrae looks like a rather sleek killing machine capable of performing the role of an assassin better then any Terran Ghost.

Currently Tenebrae has been spotted observing battles between all the various races, and due to the ease in which he then vanishes...it's assumed that he's fully aware of when he's seen...and simply doesn't care. Whenever he is seen, a few corpses are often found during the collection of the dead, visibly possessing only minor immobilizing wounds...yet their bodies are nothing but shrived husks only vaguely resembling who they once were.

DarkMirror

11-04-2006, 9:23 PM

this is getting annoying.
I dislike this RP because it lets people do ANYTHIONG, starcraft related or not.

Biohazard

11-04-2006, 9:36 PM

I know the answer to your dilemma DarkMirror

Don't join...

vIsitor

11-05-2006, 1:10 AM

@ceaser343: Despite the relatively short time I've spent here on the Warboards Forums, I am by no means new to these matters. And although I am, indeed, somewhat of a lurker at my forums of origin, I have witnessed the best and have striven to follow their example. As we say from where I come from "The post count, it does nothing"

@DarkMirror: I agree, at least partially. Although some freedom is good for creativity, when people wander far beyond the constraints of cannon, lore, and common reason things get ugly. Unfortunately, the authority to deny character admissions rest solely with the thread-starter, and Sikawtic hasn't been around to do much moderating, now has he?

@Biohazard60: Sarcasm therein contained, a witty post does not make. Please extend common courtesy to other forum goers that you would have given to yourself. After all, DarkMirror was only stating what he felt about the most recent applications, although untactfully. And judging from what you posted before him, I would wager that you were thinking the same. His lack of tact does not give you carte blanche not to extend tact to him. If we can all behave maturely as civil beings we can avoid a flame war, and event I would not be pleased with (although, admittedly, I have no authority on such matters).

Vhaeraun

11-05-2006, 8:15 AM

@Biohazard60: Sarcasm therein contained, a witty post does not make. Please extend common courtesy to other forum goers that you would have given to yourself. After all, DarkMirror was only stating what he felt about the most recent applications, although untactfully. And judging from what you posted before him, I would wager that you were thinking the same. His lack of tact does not give you carte blanche not to extend tact to him. If we can all behave maturely as civil beings we can avoid a flame war, and event I would not be pleased with (although, admittedly, I have no authority on such matters).
I find it funny how you suddenly appear and try and control other RP'ers who post fairly frequently in here.

If I had seen DarkMirror's response soon enough, I would've said the same thing.

And if you don't like the lack of rigidity to the canon, then please take Biohazard's advice. (If you would've been smart, you would've referred to the original Aftermath's, thus realising that the Aftermath RP's aren't restrained solely to the Starcraft canon, thereby making it a much more fun RP than an traditional SC-canon RP)

I'm done, and I'm still thinking about a charrie.

Dusty

11-05-2006, 9:07 AM

^ I like him.

Anyway is this going to start soon?

vIsitor

11-05-2006, 11:01 PM

@Vhaeraun:

Appear suddenly? Certainly. Try to control the other Role Players? No, not really. All I have done is to make suggestion based upon my personal experience. If you do not like my advice, or otherwise do not agree, you retain the right to ignore and/or disregard my comments as you see fit.

I understand the concept of these aftermath threads, and I agree with the freedom they offer. However, it is both wise and prudent to use established cannon as a baseline and build from there. One can interpret the cannon, and one can expand upon the cannon to one's heart's content, but contradicting the cannon is asking for trouble. Apply the same to common sense. Limitations have to be set, lest every Tom, Dick, and Harry who join create a quasi-omnipotent being, and that, my friend, is simply no fun. If any exceptions are to be made, they should be made with the approval of an intermediary (that is, Sikawtic, the original thread-poster). Since, Sikawtic, seems to be unavailable at current, I would *suggest* that we err on the side of caution. This is, however, my opinion of the matter, you may deal with it as you deem necessary.

Now that I have made my point clear, my we please move on to other matters?

Neu(t)ral Damage

11-06-2006, 12:32 AM

Dusty

11-06-2006, 7:58 AM

Can you make another thread for your battle? I just want this to start.

Zeltaris

11-06-2006, 2:37 PM

WarBrood

11-06-2006, 3:13 PM

Or even better, discuss it over PM.

Nuff said. Ended.

Vhaeraun

11-06-2006, 3:21 PM

However, it is both wise and prudent to use established cannon as a baseline and build from there. One can interpret the cannon, and one can expand upon the cannon to one's heart's content, but contradicting the cannon is asking for trouble. Apply the same to common sense. Limitations have to be set, lest every Tom, Dick, and Harry who join create a quasi-omnipotent being, and that, my friend, is simply no fun. If any exceptions are to be made, they should be made with the approval of an intermediary (that is, Sikawtic, the original thread-poster). Since, Sikawtic, seems to be unavailable at current, I would *suggest* that we err on the side of caution. This is, however, my opinion of the matter, you may deal with it as you deem necessary.

Now that I have made my point clear, my we please move on to other matters?
I haven't seen canon contradictions in this thread (Granted, there have been odd bios, but no 'zomfg I'm a contradiction' cases). All I've seen is stretching the boundaries of the basis, none of which makes any charrie more powerful than another. The power of the charrie depends on how powerful the other RP'ers make it appear. For instance, with master_link's 16 year old. Granted, he may have been the apprentice of a bazillion of the universe's strongest fighters, but that doesn't mean he will be able to take down a 36 year old veteran who has seen more battles than most would expect to see in a movie.

Now, to move on to other things...

Name: High Exlator Xlarn Flacch
Race and Unit: Xel'Naga High Exlator (Admiral of the Xel'Nagan Space Fleet); Captain of the Xel'Naga flagship Fronatil
Allegiance: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 6 feet 7 inches
Weight: 190 pounds
Weapons: Any weapon available to the Xel'Nagan fleet. Carries a Xel'Naga warp blade on his hip (Think lightsaber).
Powers/Abilities: Has extensive control over the Xel'Nagan fleet. Can contact them and control any number of vessels with his mind for a limited time (Probably about an hour); Sees psionic power instead of seeing light (See bio).
Bio: Xlarn was a fairly intelligent youth (For a Xel'Naga, that means he is astronomically more intelligent than the smartest Terran.), and his father saw his potential. Informing the Xel'Naga High Council, Xlarn was conscripted into the Naval Academy (For want of a better term) before he was even 50. Accelerating through, he graduated on his 50th birthday, and was given control of a small frigate. Due to not having many enemies, Xlarn was stuck where he was for countless years. Even time has lost count. Soon though, the war of the ancients began. This war caught the Xel'Nagan High Council off guard, and soon destroyed thousands of ships. No one even remembers who was the aggressor, or even who the enemy was, but in the fateful Battle of Plartnaith, The mysterious enemy was defeated, and Xlarn's potential was realised. Because of this, he was elevated quickly through the ranks, and found himself standing before the High Council, where he was offered the position of a lifetime: High Exlator. Few Xel'Naga even come within 3 promotions of this position, let alone get offered it. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get a better life for himself, he accepted. However, he didn't know the cost of this position. For, when the High Council fused his body with the power to control the fleet, a tremundous explosion rocked the Council chambers, emanating form Xlarn himself. When the smoke cleared, the room was as it was before, but Xlarn's eyes were different. Originally a stunning violet, they were now milky white; he was blind, yet he could see. Xlarn focused on the High Council, and found himself blinded. Turning away, he could make out the power flowing around the room. From then on, he was forced to learn how to interpret the psionic power that he could now see and interact with.

Black.Ice

11-06-2006, 5:56 PM

Hiya, everyone. RP mod interrupting here.

First of all, welcome to Warboards vIsitor. Enjoy your stay!

Second of all, what you guys are discussing is fairly trivial and if you feel the need to do it, continue it over PM. Any more posts after this one will be deleted, regardless of the other info in the post.

Anyways, Sikawtic, if you want to clean up this thread, let me know which posts you'd like deleted and I'll get rid of them. (I personally would hate it if someone pranced around my thread and deleted what they thought was spam, when I thought it was necessary)

Anyways, have fun RP'ing. I'll be joining as soon as my schedule lightens up a bit.

CrazyTom

11-06-2006, 6:07 PM

orfices

I hear this word, connected with the word feeding tendrils and I'm wondering exactly what Tenebrae's been up to recently...

Anyways, I've PM'd Ski, so hopefully things will start rolling soon.

Sikawtic

11-06-2006, 8:05 PM

Tarvock
Pursuing the Dark One
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Project E-13 was filled with all kinds of knowledge on his target. Well, more than almost any other being, aside from the target itself. He knew it had once been human, he knew it now was not. He knew where ever it went death followed. What he didn't know, was why he was sent after it. The documents ordering him on the mission stated that the "creature was to be studied, and if possible, captured" but when asking his leading officers WHY he was to risk his life... he was met with the "need to know basis" routine.

So here he was, in the middle of a squall between Protoss and Zerg. He seemed to have the uncanny ability of sensing the dark one when it was near, most likely do to both their enhanced psychic abilities. Unknowing where the creature was headed, he had followed it in his wraith to this sector. Tarv was then hit by a Zerg orbital force, and crash-landed on the deserted rock of a planet he currently resides on.

For 2 weeks he has lived here, killing for food, water and other supplies. Without link to his home station. The presence he had once felt quicly faded as he made his way out of his wrecked wraith and fled into the darkness, but it had reappeared several times after. Tarv assumed it was observing the races brawling all over the surface of the planet.

For now, however, the primary objective was survival. Tenebrae would have to wait.

((OOC: Sorry, several things attributed to my absence. 1) Schoolwork 2) Hunting Season 3) Illness and finally 4) GW Nightfall :P
Although my post is short, and lacks any real detail... I hope that people will try to follow the example and include others in their posts. As some have stated, this isn't genna be as fun if everybody's doing their own thing. Find me, happen upon the Dark One himself, kill some Zerg. w/e, but don't sit in some lone part of the galaxy munching fish and chips while the rest of us are moving on with the soon-to-be storyline.

I have some HW I have to attend to atm, but I'll be making some more thoughtful posts once I have some spare moments.))

Dusty

11-06-2006, 8:29 PM

I was dreaming of being home back on Omega. My family was there, all our friends, and there was peace. That was the best part. No fighting. I was jarred from that dream by a loud chime from my Com-link. I open one eye to see that I had an incomeing message. Sighing I throw the covers off my bed and sit up. Glanceing forlornly back at my pillow I grab the link. "What is it?" I ask.
"Sir, we have an incoming homing signal," replied my first officer. Dylan. I stand up and rub the back of my neck.
"Is it one of ours?" I say as I walk towards my bathroom.
"No. Its hazy like its been damaged we barely managed to get a location out of it," he replies. I sit it down on the counter next to the sink. "Have you contacted command yet?"

"Yes sir I sent a com message however due to our distance it will be at least 3 hours before they recieve it," he says.

I turn the valve for the hot water in the sink. A small electronic timer appears telling me I have 3 minutes left of hot water. "Then 3 hours to send a reply. Okay bring the ship to yellow alert. Tell the frigates and squad leaders to be ready. Also extract those cordinates and send them to my date pad," I order then splash some water on my face.

"Yes sir," replys Dylan. There was a beep telling me the connection had been borken. A few seconds later my data pad beside the bed chimed telling my I had mail. I finish washing my face and decide that shaveing could wait awhile. I grab my uniform from the rack and begin pulling of my sleep suit.

Blasted uniforms get rougher all the time I think as I pull on the pants. After suiting up I grab the pad and sit it on the bed. Dylan had gave methe cordinates alright. He also sent all intel on the sector and even pictures from a recon probe. What scared me was the obvious zerg presence. Still I couldn't bare the thought of leaveing a man to his doom there. After thinking it over I grab my COM. "Dylan set course for the beacon, and give me ship wide intercom," I order.

"Done sir," he replies.

"All hands this is the captain. We are entering a Zerg controlled sector to see if we can find a possible crashed ship with crew. You all know what the zerg are like and would not want to be in there place. I will not just let them die without a thought. If you wish to leave you may do so. Just remember its a long way home in an escape shuttle. I expect the best from you. Ronan out," I give the speech. I look in the mirror and straighten my suit. Show time I think then march into the hall way.

((Well I think thats close to my longest post ever :P. Also I now have joined the 1,000 post club. I hope to see this RP live long and prosper. Kuduos.))

Biohazard

11-06-2006, 10:57 PM

In Orbit above Tarvock
A New Threat Arises
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The vacuum was calm for the first few minutes in months, the space battles with the Protoss had ended in a victory for the swarm. Guardians hovered motionless around the planet doing what they do best, guarding. Scourge fought one another for a few shreds of a frozen corpse in the midst of a wrecked scout. Mutalisk glided around each other, almost playing, waiting for a battle.

There was constant activity, but this was a different kind of activity. They had grown used to a constant battle for survival, fighting was routine, wounds were routine. The anomaly here was the lack of flying acid spores and plasma torpedoes; however the fact of the matter was that the swarm was getting restless.

As a particularly angered scourge moved to detonate itself upon a group of about ten others the voice of Rrgafal’ikx echoed throughout the brood.

“Beware my children; I sense a weak psionic presence approaching the sector, judging by the weakness of this presence they must be Terrans. I shall give my orders to the overlords; fight hard for your queen!”

Instantly the ‘playfulness’ of the swarm disappeared. Guardians and devourers moved into defensive positions in front of the overlords as mutalisks flitted about anxiously. Scourge flew behind and close to the larger creatures awaiting a chance to fly into the weak metal hulls of the Terran ships. Several queens moved from beside overlords preparing their parasitic children and thick green mucous to launch into the fray.

The overlords in the battle group started doing something previously unseen in past battles. They produced a large shell from inside of their carapace. The shell was very streamlined, with large moving spikes on one side, and membranes on the other. Several mutalisks flew over to these shells and moved them towards the devourers and left them very close to their acid spewing maws.

As the final preparations were made the Terran fleet appeared, not so large in size, but enough to cause a slight problem to the zerg. As the battlecruiser launched its wraith fighters the main group of mutalisks flew into the battle as well. The cloaks were ineffective as the overlords directed the mutalisks where to go; it was a heated and explosive battle.

~~~~~~~

A Kukulza flipped around and enemy wraith and launched a glaive wurm into the cockpit as its tail passed over the top of the ship. The wurm bounced out of the ship after destroying the pilot within and into another but only damaging the engine before disintegrating.

A pair of wraiths closed in on the frenzied elite mutalisk and fired their Gemini missiles. The creature ducked under them gracefully and launched another glaive wurm, destroying the pilots within the two wraiths. This only whipped the creature into a further frenzy and it streamed towards a group of wraiths that were beating back the other mutalisks.

The Kukulza threw out glaive wurm after glaive wurm utterly obliterating the dozen wraiths. The Kukulza screeched and the other mutalisk followed it towards one of the large frigates. They all launched glaive wurms at the same time towards the large ship, but it was futile and they were soon overcome by dozens upon dozens of missiles. The kukulza along with ten other mutalisks were incinerated, but the battle continued.

~~~~~~

“Retreat, retreat to the surface!” Rragafal’ikx screeched to the overlords who transferred that to the battling units in space. The large cerebrate pulsed in frustration inside of his Yygrdassil, he felt certain that they could have won that battle, but somehow one of his kukulza loosed itself from control of the overlords and it flew off with a fourth of their mutalisks. Better tactics would be needed on the ground, he began focusing on building and strengthening his vast army below the giant overlord.

Dusty

11-06-2006, 11:39 PM

I step on to the large bridge of the ship. Crew members ran to and fro prepareing the ship for battle. The control panels were fringed with yellow indicating yellow alert. "Captaion on deck!" shouted a marine. Instantly evreyone snapped to attention.

"At ease," I order. I make my way down to my command chair. The view screen was full of starts the streched as we flew by in warp. "Status?" I ask Dylan.

"All decks report ready. Pilots are briefed and standing by. The frigates are loaded and at red alert. Where as ready we'll ever be," he responds. I pull up a list of the units I had at my command. All the frigates had supriseing battle records. 2 of the fighter sqadrons were just recently commisioned so they were a wild card. The rest were at least vetrans. The ground forces varied form green the battle hardened.

"Sir we will leave warp in 2 minutes," annouces the NAV operator.

"All hands general quarters. Set turrets armraments to anti fighter, pilots man your ships, frigates form a primeter around the ship, and good luck poeple. Ronan out," I announce. Alarms blare as the yellow fringe lights switch to red.

"Leaving warp in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Departing," reads the NAV operator. The starts ahead slowed till a planet dominated the screen. It was an ugly brown with whisp of white clouds. Behind it was large yellow sun. What concerned my however was the movement around the planet. A zerg brood. "Luanch fighters! Fire at will," I order as scourges begin to feel the screen. Instantly the rapid recoil of the turrets could be heard as bright laser clawed into space. The frigates opened fire and the screen became filled with exhuast trails. "Begin standard scourge manuevers," I order.

The deck shifts below me as the ship changes direction. The battle raged on. The battle cruiser was largely intacted. The fighter sqauds took the most damage. I watch as the zerg flee to the surface. This was not good. I had no desire to fight them on the ground. "Put us in a stationary orbit. Have the turrets switch to bombardment mode and target greatest zerg concentrations," I order. Time to think of the next move....

vIsitor

11-07-2006, 2:10 AM

(OOC: Yay, now we can stop bickering about pointless things and begin in ernest! /BiC)

The Vastal was a very old craft, to be sure, but her sorry condition made her seem twice her age. Listing badly, and trailing atmosphere from the decks that could not be sealed off, she she seemed as though she would fall apart with but the slightest vibration. And yet, she held. Slowly moving through the void on her own power, it becomes apparent that she is not an abandoned derelict, but instead activity stirred within her. Although broken, she was still undeniably a battlecruiser; a force to be reconded with by nature or by man. And yet, it is the constitution of men that drives her designs. Amidst the ruins of the cruiser's command deck, these designs are beginning to unfold...

"What a mess" Captain Hardrive noted dully, "It's a miracle we made it out in one piece"

"These old craft were built sturdier back then, sir" replied the Captain's Second, Lieutenant Garette, "She took quite a beating during the heist, but it'll take more than that to make her give up the ghost"

The Captain turned his attention away from the scene and onto the Lietenant, "True, but even so, I can't help but worry she's lost the oomph we require from her in order to accomplish our aims. Without hope of proper repairs or reenforcements, I suppose we just have to hope, now don't we?"

Lieutenant Garette shot a brief smile at his superior, "Indeed. And I hope we shall. If you'll excuse me, sir, I have to supervise the crew whilst they make what repairs we can."

The Lieutenant made his exodus, and the good Captain was left alone on the bridge. Now alone, the Captain made his way around the room, clearing of debris and checking each console in turn. Eventually, he happened upon the communications station, and noticed, much to his suprise, that it was active. Perhaps the previous mothball crew forgot to switch it off? It really didn't matter much in the grander scheme of things, but nevertheless, his curiosity was piqued. As he investigated, he noticed something quite odd; A distress signal originating from a rather unusual location. Although he knew that any sort of attempt to render aid would likely cause trouble, his ethical instincts got the better of him. He proceeded to delete the comm. logs from the terminal, then reached for his personal communications gear.

"Lieutenant" the Captain asked, "how long do you estimate until we finish our repairs?"

"About two hours" Garette's voice replied, somewhat coarse from the intercomm's static, "any particualr reason why, sir?"

"Just want to take her for a shakedown cruise." the Captain answered, "Let's take her somewhere quiet, away from patrols, like Questris or Tarvock. Yeah, Tarvock sounds nice about now. The feds won't follow us, and if any Zerg try to pester us we can always find out what weapons still work on this bucket of bolts. Besides, it's not like the Zerg would tell the Csyellus authorities where we are."

The Lieutenant could then be heard stifling a laugh, then responded with his usual jovial demeanor, "I don't know what you're planning, sir, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on this one. I'll set navigation to Tarvock, as per your orders."

"Thank you, Mr Garette, that will be all" finished Captain Hardrive.

He got up, and took one last glance about the room, then exited the way he came. He knew he had made the right choice, despite what some of the crew might say. Regardless of whether or not they found out, he knew that soon things would become much more interesting.

Neu(t)ral Damage

11-07-2006, 3:22 AM

Skimitzora
Somewhere on Shakuras

Up ahead I could see the path becoming rocky and no sign of a detour. Not complaining, I beat the path through the stony soil along with my band of warriors. It was the forty-first day. If I'd have been amongst humans, someone might have actually made some remark; but I was surrounded by proud zealots of the cause. It was yet another solemn day of weary footsteps.

I was, however, thankful for the dark nature of the planet, never seeming to be able to choose between dawn or dusk. It was much unlike places I remembered, where for a time, some nosy star beats down on the pilgrims mercilessly, then, before you know it, to air turns frigid, and the eyes strain to make out any hint of an horizon.

Something glinted in his peripheral vision, something white. Soon, one of the Protoss spoke up, "We can build a shelter here and make our stay. There is water and material for construction." There were nods all around, and it was decided.

Tenebrae

11-07-2006, 3:24 AM

Tenebrae
Sitting on his ass...
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Sitting comfortably within a rather old, and quite large, tree sat a dark figure just barely shrouded by the thick foliage. His claws gripped upon two of the bark covered branches to steady himself as he leaned closer to observe what transpired below. This tree happened to rest upon the very edge of a cliff face, along with about twelve closely bunched others that overlooked the rather vast valley below. What was within this valley was what Tenebrae was so interested in...

Raging across the lush landscape a battle between the two races known only as the Zerg and Protoss continued on. Odd this planet was, in some places the landscape rivaled that of Auir in beauty...yet in others you couldn't find a more desolate wasteland.

Though not a very large scale battle, it did rely heavily upon tactics due to how thick the forest which coated the bottom of the valley completely happened to be, even creeping up most of the rock faces leading out. The only aerial units that could be seen where the distant Overloads that seemingly had dropped the Zerg into this battlefield to begin with...and the mutalisks guarding them. As for those who raged within the forest...that was still to be determined.

As Tenebrae watched his deathly cold white orbs narrowed, observing the battle and noting the tactics used by each of the two species. He now found himself fixated upon a small group of Zealots approaching a well laid trap placed by the Zerg hours ago. They had brought up roughly five of the creatures called lurkers, burrowing them in a choke point within the thick vegetation. A pack of Zerglings then rushed into the forests assaulting the Zealots before falsely retreating...leading the Protoss to their death.

Amused, he watched as the Protoss ran in their elegant fashion in pursuit of their prey, the Zerglings they had been pursuing suddenly stopping, alerting the Protoss all too late that they had been deceived. Rows upon rows of sharp spines erupted from the earth below impaling several of the warriors.

One found himself suddenly suspended off the ground as a large spine skewered him threw the chest, his deep blue blood running down it's length before he fell limp. An odd blue ethereal-like mist flowing from his lifeless corpse signifying his death as another of his allies found their head literally torn free of their body, a spine thrusting up threw his chin. Another two met their demise when one found himself stuck with one lodged within his shoulder, the mental cries of pain calling another to aid him...only to both then be viciously attacked by the Zerglings they had once been chasing...ah the irony.

The remainder of the small group found themselves falling back, unable to locate the burrows of the horrid beasts to do anything about them. They would undoubtedly be back with an observer that could scan the soil for disturbances, but in the mean time they were at quite the disadvantage...and they knew it.

Finding himself restless he wanted to head down into the valley and partake in a little hunt of his own, his urges nearly getting the better of him before quelling the hunger and resuming to observe the tactics as were his current intentions. He could always venture down for a snack later...

CrazyTom

11-07-2006, 1:21 PM

Ga'shar piloted the loaned Terran dropship over Tarvock's main continent. His sensor web drank in the details of the battle raging below him, hundreds of isolated firefights between the Protoss and the Zerg. The Terran battlecruisers were too embroiled in fighting the swarm to trouble him about the usage of one of their ships.

He was currently lodged in the back, taking up most of the loading bay with his exoskeleton and various pieces of equipment. Blue monofilaments snaked into the cockpit where they interfaced with the machinery, flying the craft with such skill that many of the desperate wraith pilots in the fleet above him would have been astonished, had they the time to see him evade the few mutalisks that spotted him.

A strange flurry of exotic radiation was picked up by his sensors, something interesting enough to warrant investigation. He banked the dropship smoothly around and began to descend towards the surface.

WarBrood

11-07-2006, 4:18 PM

Shaki'nasudurak'briathania
Hunting
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Shaki felt her heat rest on the soft grass of the planet. With a little research she pinpointed this planet as the location of her prey. Also she found out that there was a fued between the zerg and the protoss on this planet. Side note.

Her prey was here hunting his own prey. She felt pride in hunting a hunter. Expecially when he is preoccupied hunting, she knew this would be a easy kill. What she feared was the dark one. She also heard he was on this planet. Shaki had a previous mission to hunt and kill the dark one. It turned out with her almost losing her life and him excaping unhurt. That was before however. Now she had a strategy incase the event of facing him arose again.

Shaki moved quickly through the woods as she did not have to walk but teleskipped, the process of teleporting a short distance then teleporting again continuously.

Quickly she teleported up into a tree as she heard the roaring engine of a tank moving through the bush. Getting closer she saw a small attacking raid that consisted of a tank, two vultures, twelve marines and four firebats. Overhead a large science faculty floated. This raid was not revealed in her research. Behind the raid stood an officer walking surrounded by five ghosts. This raid was not to be triffled with.

I sat and watched as they passed, then I noticed shortly behind them came a couple of SCV with marine escorts. The terrans seemed to want to stay a while.

DarkMirror

11-07-2006, 5:18 PM

OOC: ceaser, are you and biohazzard involved in the same fight? cause I'm assuming so.

A number of scourge aproached the battlecruiser that had recently fired off a yamotoi blat and obliterated a cluster of overlords.
But from the battlecruiser came forth a volly of laser blasts, and many scourge died. but one made it through, and a hole was blown clean through one of the flight decks doors.
And through that hole came a pair of overlords, who had been following the scourge cluster very closly.
These two overlords, known as Izzak and Blarss, quikly cralwed to the floor and opened their ventral sacks, letting loose a number of zerglings, hydralisks, and a trio of desalisks...
************
Come, we must find the captain. I beleive our new meathod of interrogation may prove usefull in identifying any telepaths in this fleet... Wispered Ishakann to his forces.
They quikly found an open vent and clambered through it. they soon found a way into a still pressurized section of deck, and prepared to find the l;eader of this ship...

Tag ceaser.

Biohazard

11-07-2006, 5:30 PM

(ooc: Just so everyone is clear, my brood is not the only brood on this planet. To DarkMirror, if you're in my brood then I would like to know it, if so then PM me before you do anything. Tell me what you plan to do and how you're going to do it. Also if you're in my brood then you wouldn't be inside of Caesar's ship because my brood retreated before sending in landing parties.)

DarkMirror

11-07-2006, 5:59 PM

Im not in your brood. Im a hero unit basicly, and I follow orders from one of Kerrigans Right hand Cerebrates.
Think of me as a specops team thgat was hiddne in your swarm.
If you want you can communicate with me, though.

Sikawtic

11-07-2006, 7:09 PM

Tarvock
Surviving
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It had seen him, he was positive. He quickly dodged behind the nearest rock and hit his cloaking device. Tarvock knew very little of the Zerg, being trained as a Terran and Protoss assassin mainly, but as was demanded of all spec-ops, he knew the basics. The beasts were capable of sensing great mental activity, so he tried to retard his senses.

Unkowning of how sensitive the creature was, he blanked his mind of all but the thoughts of where the creature was. It appeared, it was closing in rather quickly. He studied it's movement patterns mentally, sensing it grow from 50 meters, to 40... closer it came still.

He was certain now, it was a hydralisk. Drat... he said under his breath. He was not looking forward to having his suit further damaged by allien spit. He didn't even know if his casing would stop a single spine.

Tarvock's brain went into overdrive, and he found his peace. He was a killing machine. No creature could stand up to him. His weapon cocked, he climbed quickly on top of the rock and aimed with his scope. At only 20 yards, this would have been an easy kill... if he wasn't distracted by the advancing hydralisk force from the east.

E-13 wasn't naive enough to think he could take them all, at the present situation anyway. He would need tact. He surveyed his surroundings, before his eyes fell on the cliffs to the southwest. Tarv had overlooked, it seems, a small crevice jutting into the rock walls, just large enough so he could shimmy his body up them.

In moments he was running at full speed, hoping the cloak would hold. It did, and he made his way quickly up the crevice and peered around, spotting a rock overlooking the hydralisks drawing yet neerer. He found his place behind them, aimed his rifle, and fired the first shot.

First kill of the day.

Dusty

11-07-2006, 9:09 PM

((I too would like to know when your planning something like this. Also Sikawtic should know becuase he is a GM and this is most likely a signifigant part of the story))

DarkMirror

11-07-2006, 10:14 PM

just play along. I will become a great asset if handled properly.

RekoShin

11-07-2006, 10:43 PM

Name: John Reaper
Race and Unit: Goliath
Allegiance: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 183
Weapons: A new protoype goliath. Two volcan cannons. one attached on each side.
Powers/Abilities: He is a telepath, has strange psyic powers.
Bio: He was born on earth. At age seven he was tooken away from his family. He was trained to pilot goliath for tell he was 23. He surpassed his fellow trainees. One time when he versed his comander at a goliath match, he somehow read his comanders thoughts and used it to his advantage, easly beating his comander. He now fights the zerg threat.

Tenebrae

11-07-2006, 11:53 PM

Tenebrae
Ravenous...
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The sun finally setting, Tenebrae still resided within his treetop position, watching the battle continue in the valley below under nightfall. His restlessness was now growing rather unnerving, the hunger inside him welling up compelling him to...feed.

Due to this, it wasn't at all an unpleasant surprise when he felt the presence of others approaching from behind. Turning toward it's direction his eyes narrowed as they fell upon a small pack of Hydralisks that had seemingly come from some unknown hive to join the ranks below. Regardless they hadn't noticed him and so he simply waited for them to just get a bit closer...

As the creatures slithered around the tree upon their serpentine stomachs his sharp talons slid forth from their orifice located upon each of Tenebrae's forearms. The long blade-like weapons reflecting no form of light, not even that of the full moon high above...none of his body seemed to reflect light, infact it seemingly consumed it. He waited for them to begin their decent down the cliff before dropping from the tree, landing in a silent crouch upon the ground below.

In an instant his body lunged forth, his right talon being thrust through the nearest creature's spine. Giving a quick twist it screamed out in agony, alerting the others with it's dying breath before falling limp upon the ground. Tearing the blade free of the now dead husk ichor and a few innards ran down the length of the blade, his arm giving a quick whip motion that sent the gore spattering the ground.

As the remaining Hydras slithered toward their attacker they growled expressing their ravenous desire for his flesh. Hesitating only slightly as they approached the strange being they were then compelled by some unknown force to attack, most likely the Overlord controlling their particular brood.

As one lunged it received a slash to the throat for it's troubles it's body thrusting back away from him with a disturbing screech, clawing manically at thin air. Though only momentarily halted in it's attack it gave Tenebrae time to deliver another blow to one that had nearly lopped his arm off with it's scythe like blade. Not fairing as well as it's predecessor, it found both of the long blades buried in it's chest before Tenebrae jerked hiss arms apart form one another, thus slicing the creatures torso from it's slender lower half. Both parts fell to the ground spilling it's insides upon the lush green grass.

At that very moment Tenebrae's was tackled by one of the creatures to his right, sending body hitting the ground hard. The beast attempted to pin him with it's weight so that it's siblings could then ravage his flesh while he laid there pinned. It also wasn't about to idly rest atop him, it's scythe-like arms held fast by Tenebrae's clawed hands alone, though they struggled to carve up his chest. A thick clear slime drizzled out from the Hydras gaping maw as it struggled against Tenebrae's strength attempting to just tear into his face...until it instead screamed out in a sound never before heard from such a creature... A sound that even paused it's siblings from their attack...

*****
Tenebrae stood at the cliff's edge, his long spines slowly retreating back into their sheaths as his hands clenched into fists. Behind him rested the corpses of the remaining Hydras that had seemingly had him at their mercy moments ago. They laid sprawled across the grass, their macabre bodies twisted with a look of sheer agony displayed upon their lifeless faces. Only vaguely appearing as they once did their bodies now were shrived and decayed beyond recognition, appearing as the mummies described in ancient Terran mythology...though a little more horrific in nature.

With an arch of his neck a horrid cracking sound echoed throughout the air, his form proceeding to contort in various ways as he continued to crack the bones within his body...perhaps realigning themselves after his little bought of...fun. Finally he stood there, straight and to his full height, gazing across the battle field that still ensued below...before turning and seemingly fading away into the night air.

Sikawtic

11-08-2006, 5:36 PM

Tarvock
En Route
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Night was falling as E-13 made his way up a cliff which he had believed to seen flora on top of. Just a little outcropping of trees, but it meant there was water and his rations were running low. His hand made it's way up his arm, eventually making it to a bandaged shoulder. He pressed it softly and pain coursed through his body. The fiends had gotten him, but only once. Luck had found that it was just a flesh wound, but only inches from his sensitive chest cavity. He knew he couldn't pull a stunt like that again, it was too risky. Their spines could penetrate his thick skin.

True, he had bested 13 of the beasts single-handedly, 7 of which before they had pinpointed his position. Only 2 made it onto the small cliff, and that is when he found that only a couple close range could possibly some day be the end of him.

He sighed, and brought his hand to help him climb up a steep section of terrain. As his view allowed him to see what layed on top, he was met with several surprises. Before him, only 100 yards or so... the desert dissappeared and what appeared to be a dense jungle lay.

It was a welcome surprise, he had almost begun to believe he would be struggling to maintain his existance in that wretched wasteland until it had claimed him, now... at least he had hope.

That is when he felt it. Pain. It wasn't his, he knew... but he knew agony when he sensed it. He knew what was causing it, he sighed once more. Tarv had other problems to deal with before pursuing the dark one. "But I'll find you one day..." he whispered as the sun finally fell behind the horizon.

Neu(t)ral Damage

11-08-2006, 7:44 PM

Skimitzora
Camp Dedu, Shakuras
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The make-shift camp erected, the old Idiran gathered some of the more willing to make a hunting party. Not many were optimistic, so he decided to go alone--not a problem for him, after all, he'd spent nearly four millenia by himself. A few steps into the nearby flora, and he felt that primal instinct. It felt good--a comforting thought.

As he moved the vegetation grew thicker and more exotic, many strange strains appearing all the more alien as the path grew longer. He had no need for trail markers, as his great mass left precise footprints in the soft grasses and harsh weeds blanketing the earth, but just in case, he made a point of carving little chunks out of landmark greenery. This continued for nearly forty minutes, and he realized that this wasn't getting him anywhere. He finally broke through the brush, and scanned about for a high place. At his four, he spied a large mount. He began his trek to set up a lookout.

master_link

11-09-2006, 8:22 PM

Legonizaire Xenatrice
Char, Isolated Area Controlled by 1337 Forces
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The battle was in fact, proceeding nicely, the odds of winning were high for the 1337 Forces. Zerglings charged down the sloping crater that the 1337 Forces has made their HQ in. The mobile suits shot down the Zerglings quickly, as they had focus-fired on specific target units. Legonizaire shifted to get a more comfortable position in his seat. The mobile suits easily were much larger then the Zerglings, being several times larger. He noticed a Mutalisk from the corner of his eye and barraged the creature. The Mutalisk literally exploded from the force of the billions of shots fired.
"Looks like that was the last of them. Stock up on supplies, fix up your suits or something. We'll issue a warning when they attack again," said Commander Kevin over the radio.
The HQ literally looked like a porcupine from Legonizaire's position, as it was bristling with automated laser turrets. The soldiers returned, and the corpses of their enemies were burnt to ashes by the flame of the Demonfire mobile suits.
Today, it was a revolutionary day, as mobile suits were being developed with powerful AI's, which would help in the war. They were to be known as: mobile dolls.

(Note, I got ideas from Gundam Wing, my favourite anime show.)

master_link

11-09-2006, 8:27 PM

What you're saying is that he was being trained all of the universe by people when he was 6 and younger, and then spent ten years as a little kid on some planet...that makes absoluely no sense...
Also at DarkShadow.

No, not that. What happened was, Zeratul was a hermit for 10 years, and during that 10 years, he found Legonizaire. Note, I got ideas from Gundam Wing. I HOPE YOU DON'T HATE ME :(.

CrazyTom

11-10-2006, 9:19 AM

Ga'shar
Tarvock
Exploring

Ga'Shar landed his ship several miles away from the main areas of combat. A dropship would be too important a target over such a confusing battlefield - either Protoss of Zerg might think it full of eager Terran soldiers, ready to add their own brand of heavy metal carnage to the chaos. There was a massive crater to hide the craft in, most likely torn open by a stray antimatter missile. He used his thermal imaging units to survey the area for cloaked or burrowed foes before bringing the dropship down on its landing thrusters. Then he disengaged his monofil cables from the control system and opened the large bay doors.

Though the battle on this part of Tarvock had long since moved on, the damage it had done to the landscape was lasting. Every single tree or bush had been scorched to mere cinders and the ground was churned in innumerable places where buried zerglings had burst from the ground and run amok. Here and there Ga'shar found blasted carapaces, strewn guts or blackened pieces of metal that had once been bronze or gold. What were they fighting over? This planet wasn't especially important, so it must have something to do with the strange sensor readings he'd taken up in orbit.

He began to float north, his impellers lifting his heavy exoskeleton like it weighed nothing at all.

vIsitor

11-11-2006, 12:50 AM

The Vastal exited hyperspace with a disconcerting lurch, then began to orient herself shortly after her crew regained their senses.

"We've arrived in the Tarvock system, sir, as per your orders" Chimed Lieutenant Garette.

"Good" replied Captain Hardrive, "Scan the system for potential hostiles."

"Scanning, sir" acknowledge Corporal Kythine, who manned the sensor console in lieu of a properly trained officer, "We've got a mess of Zerg near the fourth planet, and a Battlecruiser engaging them in orbit."

Garette shot off an inquiring, even accusing glance at the Captain, who subtly responded with an unknowing shrug.

"IFF of the Cruiser, Mr. Kythine?" asked the Captain.

Kythine briefly checked his readings, then made his report, "Hard to tell with the identification software on this old bird, sir, but that cruiser is definitely not federal."

"What's their combat status?" Inquired Captain Hardrive.

"She's taken a bit of a beating, although she's still in far better shape than we are" Corporal. Kything paused before continuing, "She's heavily outnumbered, sir. She'll not hold off being overrun for long, sir, after which the Zerg will likely come after us."

The Captain turned back to his second, Lieutenant Garette, "How long until the hyperdrive is ready for another go, Garette?"

Garette's response was less than encouraging, "At least an hour. Likely two."

"We can't run, and we can't afford to just stand by and watch..." mused the Captain as he considered his options, "We've no choice but to fight. Mr. Garette, set in intercept course, Mr. Kythine, don't take your eyes off that monitor, all hands to battle stations--the ones that didn't get blown to smithereens when we commandeered this thing."

"Lets see what this baby can still do"

Biohazard

11-12-2006, 4:06 AM

The slime on the walls and floor of the den were only accentuated by the horrid smell of the rotting flesh clinging to bones strewn about it. Food had grown scarce; this was shown through numerous pools of coagulating blood from previous battles over the latest carcass. Though the slime in the den slowly digested the bones, they were beginning to pile. This hydralisk den was dying, the walls drooped and the roof was rotting away.

A Hunter Killer led a group of five others out of the den, towards a nydus canal. They followed closely, but hissed and clicked at each other distractedly. The lesser zerglings marveled at the sleek muscled movements of the Hunter Killers as they passed. Like snakes they were as they slithered along, each muscle working in conjunction with the other, it was as if they were gliding along the cushioned Creep.

They entered the canal and were instantly transported to an underground tunnel. Creep and veins ran through the visible lengths of the channel, they were at least fifty feet below the Hive Cluster. It was dimly lit, but spread sparsely were thin veins containing a fluorescent green fluid that emanated weak yet eerie light throughout the burrow.

The leading Hunter Killer growled and began to slither down the tunnel, the others followed obediently. Several feet in, a low growl was heard from behind the group and the leader turned around, exposing his rows of needle-like spines. The killer in the back of the line just snapped at them with its massive jaws and inflated the sacs of air used to propel its spines. This was a sign of aggression and it was attempting to intimidate the others, or tell them simply to bugger off. The leader turned around, knowing what the sound was, it was the sound of an empty stomach.

The rest of the trek through the winding passages went smoothly, as was the plan. The Protoss had yet to discover this secret passage, it was critical to the battle plan. They were to emerge from the passage just behind enemy lines. They were careful to select a tunnel that lead into an inconspicuous cluster of boulders. One chance to get it right, or else they would be forced to throw wave upon wave of units at a wall of plasma cannons.

They emerged, slowly, poised to strike with whatever was necessary. The cool air washed over the group, luckily for them only moments before a Scout had flown past the rock formation. The formation was on a wide ledge, overlooking a large Protoss base, a Nexus residing in the center. Hovering roughly two-hundred yards above the base was the Stargate, the inside of which was glowing, the prow of a carrier showing as it warped from its place of construction.

The leader hissed quietly to his counterparts and proceeded down the steep valley wall. They lowered their bodies close to the ground until they truly were snakes, though they used their claws to propel themselves. They rarely used this method of movement; however stealth was an important part of this operation. They moved slowly, the Hunter Killers were silent, this mission had to go perfectly, and therefore they dared not rush the process.

(Please dont mess with these guys, I have further plans, but I cant write them all out right now due to tiredness)

Dusty

11-12-2006, 4:02 PM

((Sorry guys life has been busy so I'm going to have to drop this for awahile))

Tenebrae

11-13-2006, 7:49 AM

Tenebrae
On the Hunt...
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Growing rather restless due to simply watching the battle unfold, Tenebrae decided it was time to descend into the conflict himself. As he walked through the lush landscape his cold white orbs gazed about as if they could truly see like those of other beings...though these eyes were simply for show, blind and holding no capacity for sight in the least. However Tenebrae viewed the world around him, it wasn't from these freakish mockeries of ocular organs.

His clawed hands clenching into fists from time to time as if out of natural instinct or some sort of uncontrollable urge to ravage flesh. A bit of sickly green ichor trickled down from the orifice upon his left arm, that which housed one of the two blade-like barbs he used to dispatch the Hydralisks not long before.

The forest held a sort of deathly silence, not even the insects emitting their various sounds to attract a mate. Occasionally a horrid roar echoed throughout the woods, or a photon blast careening through the air. Both the Protoss and Zerg did well to hide their telepathic communications from those outside their race, but there was something they couldn't possible hide from Tenebrae...their very emotions.

His cold orbs expressing the vague expression of amusement as he closed them lightly, lifting his head upward as if smelling the air in a display much akin to some sort of predatory animal. His body giving a slight, almost pleasurable, shudder as the emotions of those around filled the air like the scent of a most pleasurable desert...and for Tenebrae this was a metaphor most appropriate. Parting his eyelids once more he took a few steps into the darkness, his form seemingly shifting out of existence...

iHawk

11-14-2006, 1:15 AM

Is it too late to get in on this?

Name: N/A; Doesn't Remember
Race and Unit: Terran(mostly); Phantom
Allegiance: Unknown; Damnable Amnesia
Age: Unknown; Looks to be in his Twenties
Height: 6'6''
Weight: 180lbs
Weapons: A collapsable shield (similar to that of the Terran Medic), a medical nanite injector (again similar to the medic's) both of which are a part of his armour.

Powers/Abilities: His armour has a built in Cloaking Device, although his power systems are far too drained for it to be of any use. He also has regular ghost implants with the exception of the usual ocular implants being replaced with MOI (Medical Ocular Implants) which although don't improve sight range, do allow him to see heat signatures, use an xray function (used mainly to examine broken bones on the battlefield) and a HUD for other sensors in the armour. Trained in many types of Rifle and pistol.

Bio: From what he can remember, he's a Phantom. A reletively new "breed" of Ghost. All phantoms have taken basic infantry training, standard Ghost training (with most implants as well) and finally medical training (with the MOI) before being fielded. They were designed to be the ultimate Infantry support unit, as they provided limited espionage capabilities, as well as long range fire support and medical aid. Their armour was modified from the Ghost design, with a portable blast shield (akin to that of the medic, smaller however) that could fold down around the forearm when not in use, and injectors for multiple types of drug and medical nanites for bone/armour repair.

The gloves had accute pressure sensors to detect the faintest of pulse as well as any internal bleeding (if the area that the glove was feeling wasn't covered in armour), all this data appeared on the HUD. But after the training and equipment he doesn't remember anything.

From this point on is information he doesn't remember, and that noone else knows (yet). He was drafted from the field for an experiment. He had no choice, as his very life belonged to the Federation. They had seen that once infested a normal terran was faster, and stronger then normal so they wanted a way to duplicate that. This character was one of the first tests, where they more or less injected altered Zerg stem cells as well as specially programmed medical nanites into the patient and altered the changes as they ocurred. However, before testing was done the war had started to go poorly and massive budget cuts were made.

Phantoms were deemed too expensive for their use and no new ones wer trained, not to mention many "projects" were cut off and their experiments "terminated". Since the scientists hadn't completed testing they didn't know what these new "soldiers" were capable of, so cryo-pod and all they were launched into space with limited power reserves.

If this character is ok, I'll post more in depth how he survived *coughcoughsheerdumbluckcough* his "termination" and I'll slowly work my way into the story.

Neu(t)ral Damage

11-15-2006, 1:06 AM

Skimitzka
Near Camp Dedu, Shakuras

The mountain was tedious and harsh. Sharp and rough rocks jutted out of every-which-way.

Upon conquering the summit, Skimitzka paused a while to observe the view. It was breathtaking. It was just what the old Idiran needed. There had been non-stop fighting the entire orbit-cycle, and when there wasn't, they were trekking the twilight savanna. Relentlessly through endless days they trekked without proper sustenance, striving to retreat from the shattered remnants of the once great land of the Dark Ones. This was a break to revere.

But something cought Skimitzka's eye. Something in the brush. Sounds; it could make out familiar sounds of something it'd definitely seen before.

It leapt off the mountain, projecting teal force fields into the side of the rocks to slow his descent. They would flash a bright red each time a hard chunk was struck. When it reached the ground, it's massive legs pounded the feeble earth beneath it, letting out a large THWUMP, then, silence. Skimitza listened. Dashing to the left, fields ablaze, it came upon a frantic rhynadon. The animal was irate, and charged at the warrior. Skimitza simply wrapped it in it's fields and lifted it off the ground. As per the ancient Idiran code of the warrior, Skimitzka ate the poor creature's head, and carried it back to camp.

DragonPaladin

11-15-2006, 11:01 PM

I heard this needed more people....

Signup Form:

Name: Conrad Lorenz
Race and Unit: Genetically Enhanced Terran; Heavy Assault Terran
Allegiance: Mercenary for Hire; Former Lieutenant of the Dominion
Age: 86 (considering he was genetically enhanced, he would be about 32 in normal human years.)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210
Weapons: Conrad uses what he finds. He is fairly adept at utilizing any sort of Terran weaponary and vehicles. He has made a study of Protoss armnaments, and while book knowledge can never substitute for experience, Lorenz is fairly sure that he can handle himself around these weapons. However, it should be noted he does carry a saber concealed somewhere on his person. The blade is hardened durosteel, and can cut through most things with ease.
Powers/Abilities: Being genetically enhanced, Conrad has increased speed, strength, and intelligence. He also has limited telepathy skills (though not as well as trained operatives), the ability to conceal himself psychically, and extensive self-healing powers.
Bio: Conrad Lorenz was begotten as the result of "Operation Seventh Day", which was an operation to create an army of genetically enhanced soldiers to stand up to the might of the Protoss and Zerg. The operation was sucessful for a short while, however, Zerg infiltrators managed to destroy the facility that was creating these soldiers. The platoons composed of these soldiers were ordered dismantled. While most of the soldiers were placed in menial jobs, several escaped to planetside and managed to live normal lives. This is partially because genetically enhanced humans look no different from normal humans with the exception of a tattoo on the underside of the left forearm. This is easily erased by laser surgery, with little or no scar remaining. Conrad has held many jobs after his dimissal from the Dominion and traveled enormous distances in his travels.
Appearance: Genetically enhanced humans were patterened after random appearance genes and named after famous scientists. Conrad inherited dark hair, dark eyes, and fairly tanned skin. Overall, his heritage could be considered a mix of Old Earth Oriental and Caucasian. He is built fairly average and could be mistaken for a normal human.

DragonPaladin

11-15-2006, 11:32 PM

Conrad
Wherever Tenebrae Is....

Log #9238
Mood: Paranoid

The planet I had landed on was not friendly. Make no mistake of that. My ship's sensors had detected both Protoss and Zerg forces in the area. I was very careful not to land near either of them, and selected what appeared to be an abandoned field for my ship's resting place. I lowered the hydraulic ramp and descended down the metallic staircase. I must admit, this planet was beautiful. While I had picked a fairly large clearing to land in, it was completely surrounded by a lush and beautiful forest. There were trees that stretched for miles into the atmosphere. I could scarely wonder how these giants were even supported. The clearing itself was covered in three inches of green (hah! could there be any other color?) grass. About one hundred yards to my right, I saw, was something that looked out of place. As I drew closer, it became apparent why this object was out of place. The object was not a single object, but rather 4 objects. As for what these objects were...they were not exactly what I was expecting. They were Zerg Hydralisks...a fairly normal strain of Zerg combat troops. But what was suprising was not the fact that they were there (Zerg bases here, hello?) , but rather how they looked...
Their bodies were severly decayed; however, decomposers had not even begun feeding on these corpses..these hydras had been recently killed ....but had the looks of ones that had decayed for years in a desert...The sounds of battle that accosted me since my arrival drew closer, but it was not the Zerg or Protoss that I worried about. The Protoss do not kill in this fashion. True, the wounds were from blade wounds, but they did not have the charred flesh consistent with psi and warp blade cuts....these deaths were quite suspicious. I had no time to play forensic scientist though. The battle was drawing closer...if my estimations were correct, the fighting would spill into the clearing in about 10 minutes. I could already see the dim outline of a Protoss observer with my genetically enhanced eyes. No doubt the Protoss would send a squad to investigate this Terran intrusion. The cliff face was a good fifty or so feet above the ground. Death awaited for any normal human who jumped off this cliff. But I was anything but normal. Slowly I let myself hang off the edge of the cliff face and then simply let myself drop. The fall was exceedingly short, no more than a few seconds of air time. I landed with a gentle thump and shook myself off. I was in the forest now....closer to the battle than I wanted to be...but also closer to my ship.
Suddenly, a motion caught my eye. The shadows had shifted behind several trees, but the trees themselves had not moved. I stood rigid, waiting for whatever was hiding to reveal itself...it must have been a full eight minutes before I regained the courage to move. Silently, I dropped to the ground, behind the several boulders. While my physical senses could feel nothing out of the ordinary, my lmiited psychic intellect knew that something was not right...something was out there...something deadly... My lips bared in a feral grin...something darkly this way comes...^^

CrazyTom

11-16-2006, 6:02 PM

The Ga'shar found the landscape transforming. Gradually, a thin purple stain he'd taken for lichen was thickening until it was a several metres deep, but the incline was so slight that it was barely noticeable. His heavy clawed feet sank a little way into the strange substance. A sensor reading came back - the substance was gelatinous and rich with nutrients. And it was moving - with imperceptible slowness. No, not moving, being pushed out from somewhere nearby. Several trees had been surrounded by the creeping material, which was climbing up their trunks and sinking tendrils into them, altering their DNA. It was alien in some fundamental way that the Terrans and Protoss could never hope to be - not that they would want to. And it was wrong.

The Ga'shar couldn't let it stand. He opened his internal computer database and sorted through the entries until he came across something he could use. A simple protein-eating virus that would spread across the creep like wildfire, turning it into dead mush. Then the virus itself would die, sinking back into the ground until new organisms could be planted. He used his monofilament cables to deliver this miniscule weapon and watched as it rapidly began to subsume the creep around him, turning it hard and dry. Now his footsteps crunched as he walked forwards.

Two dog-sized creatures came burrowing out of the still-living patches of creep, their carapaces dark purple and stained with the blue of Protoss blood. Before the Ga'shar even needed to transmit a command, his primary defensive drone shot foward and used its superhard mass to pummel the creatures to death. They continued to writhe for some time, their bodies attempting some queasy form of biological self-repair until the drones tore them limb from limb. It was a slow, messy experience but the drones were quickly learning how best to detroy the zerglings. The Ga'shar grunted and issued a neural command, enabling the drones to use their powerful force planes to keep him from harm. The more technology he used around the Terrans and the Protoss the more chance there was that they'd realise just how far above them his kind were in terms of technological advancement. And if they were to ever discern his true purpose, the suicide charge in his secondary defence drone would be a kindness compared to what his masters might do to him.

The Ga'shar dispatched all the zerglings in the area and moved to the source of this patch of creep. The poison of the virus was spreading up into the body of a sickeningly organic structure, a mound of cartilage, flesh and bone. He began to the messy task of ripping the structure to shreds, and when it was dead the destruction of the creep increased dramatically as the virus no longer had any oppostion in this area. It might only be a few weeks or days before the Zerg adapted to it, but until that time the virus would assist the Ga'Shar's progress.

Several miles away, he came across a downed dropship at the bottom of a narrow crevasse. Presumably it had been damaged in the violent air battle still taking place in the upper atmosphere. But it had not been totally destroyed. As he approached, terrified survivors opened fire on his exoskeleton. The gauss rifle fire drummed against his energy shield and he stopped his drones from taking the Terran marines apart.

"Who the hell are you?" One of them yelled from the wreck.
"I am the Ga'shar." He told them, his speakers booming.
"Keep it down, man, you'll draw more of the beasts here!" The marine hissed. Grudgingly, the Ga'shar adjusted his external speakers until they were in the appropriate audiable range. "Whatever you are, we need your help." The marine said. "We crashed here hours ago, we've not been spotted yet. Our comms are out, but if you can call one of the battlecrusiers in orbit, we can get evac'd out of here."
"I'm afraid I'm not in contact with the forces in orbit." The Ga'shar informed them. The men groaned in frustration. "But I can protect you if you journey with me." He began to project a magnetic field, manipulating the thoughts of the man - clearly a sergeant from the insignia on his crimson shoulder pads.
"Alright, we'll come with you. Though hell knows why I trust you..." He said suspiciously. Seven Terrans in their ludicrously crude combat armour moved away from the wreckage of the dropship to stand in front of the Ga'shar.
"This way." He told them, offering no further explanation.

master_link

11-16-2006, 7:17 PM

Legonizaire Xenatrice
Char, A Zerg base near the 1337 Forces HQ
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Legonizaire was ready, and so was the rest of his squad. "Captain Legonizaire, you sure 'bout this?" asked a worried soldier.
"Of course I am, don't worry. Your J7 mobile suits are the latest. You have laser beams, geez," replied Legonizaire, as he rolled his eyes.
"Sorry for doubting our machines Captain," the soldier said.
Legonizaire rolled his eyes again. Today was a nice day for Legonizaire. His squad was searching for an annoying Zerg base which repeatedly attacked the 1337 Forces HQ. After this, he could get some extra shut-eye, and a blood bath. He was bored to death, nothing to do except face the weak of the Zerg. But this... a whole base... this will be exciting!
Anyways, I haven't had a blood bath for at least a week! I deserve this, thought Legonizaire.

He could see some of the oozing purple creep now, that the Zerg spread like a plague. His squad was getting restless, they kept checking their guns, stats, and other things. At last, something happened. A few Zerglings popped out of the ground to attack. Legonizaire, having the fastest reflexes of nearly the entire 1337 Forces faction (except for some of the most 1337 fighters there are), blasted the Zerglings back into the ground before anyone else shot. There was blood everywhere.
I'm enjoying this... thought Legonizaire. And his squad continued.

Vhaeraun

11-16-2006, 9:06 PM

(OOC: Someone who's been in this from the beginning send me a PM detailing what's been happening. I think it's high time I jump in here :D)

Tenebrae

11-17-2006, 12:42 PM

Tenebrae
Amusing himself at the expense of Conrad...
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The full moon cast down it's eerie light down upon the landscape below, yet one particular patch of darkness refused to harbor even that minute amount illumination...actually consuming the invading light. Tenebrae had, moments before, been entertaining himself at the expense of a few Zealots and yet now his senses picked upon the emotions of a more familiar prey, one that he himself had been a reflection of. Though no lips were revealed to curve forth into a wicked grin, you could easily tell that a sick sort of amassment that played within his mind.

It hadn't taken him long to locate his new found prey, Terrans held very little finesse in the art shrouding their thoughts and emotions from those attuned to such things. Making this all the more easy a task was the fact that this particular Terran was either tracking him, or mistakenly had stumbled upon his previous kills. For a few moments Tenebrae stood back, leaning against a rather large tree, amongst many, simply watching his prey from a distance.

Indeed this particular being was Terran, but there was a slight variation in comparison to others of his race. This wasn't entirely uncommon seeing as how the Terrans are rather well known for their cybernetic enchantments and growing advancements in genetic manipulation. Regardless, the time for his observations had come to and end and now Tenebrae stepped forth to...greet...the admirer of his work.

Coming forth from the shadows, his form seemingly shifted out of nothingness, the sleek jet black armored body exposed within the light of the moon...yet reflecting not a bit of light. In contrast to the black there were trickles and slight splatter marks of a beautiful blue substance...Protoss blood. Within his clawed hand rested the severed head of a Protoss warrior, the poor being's expression contorted into a look of horror despite it's lack of facial features. Lifting his macabre prize upward his dead orbs locked with those of the fallen Protoss seemingly entering a conversation with his kill.

"Well, it looks as though I have an admirer of my work...do you think we should show him first hand the method in which I used to dispatch them?"

His voice was clearly heard within Conrad's mind revealing it's telepathic qualities and rather sarcastic tone. A dark voice which was infact a combination of two overlapping one another, the first being that of a youthful Terran male while the other was a more dark...almost demonic tone. As he spoke other sounds could be heard as well...no...whispers, quite faint but clearly apparent yet just distant enough not to made out despite any attempt to do so. Now shifting his gaze to Conrad's very location he tossed the head overtop the corpse he was hiding behind, hoping that his aim was as good as he presumed. Speaking yet again his voice was directed soly to the prey himself.

"So...what do you think hmm?"

Neu(t)ral Damage

11-17-2006, 7:09 PM

Skimitzka
Down-time at Camp Dedu
All its comrads seemed to enjoy the meal ((OOC: however the hell Protoss eat is up to you, so don't bug me)) of the rogue rhynadon. It turned down the offer for meat, after all, It was the one who'd caught the beast. Besides, the head was delicious enough. Afterwards, they were fairly tired; they needed time to digest. Skimitzka volunteered for guard duty while the others rested.

***

Through the dark night---dark even for Shakuras---the wary Idiran kept constant watch. To pass the time, Skimitzka would draw pictures in the dirt using its force fields, pictures of its memories: pictures of Idir, of its homeland, of the different flora and fawna it could remember from all those millenia ago. It also drew pictures of former family members: it's parents, siblings, fellow warriors it'd faught aside, the Xel'Naga. The Xel'Naga. Skimitzka quickly erased that drawing. The zealots in the camp could not see that. He knew too well the history of the Aeon of Strife, and they did, too. The Xel'Naga reminded Skimitzka of the Overmind and the Zerg. It recalled the days of the Overmind's initial ascendance into space, when the Zerg betrayed the creators. Skimitzka had been there then. It had defended the fleet valiantly, but to now avail. There was only so much one Idiran could do.

Suddenly, it's attention was turned to the sound that had just come from the south. In the distance, the watcher made out the figure of a hydralisk. Immediately it woke the other warriors. As they anticipated the hostility, they noticed the lack of any overlord. This enemy was merely a scout. There must have been a parasite on that rhynadon.

Soon, two of the zealots' dark brethren were making their way to the distant foe. With a quick swish, the hydralisk was felled, and the dark ones started back. Just at that moment, a roar came from the north, and the party turned in unison.

DragonPaladin

11-17-2006, 9:48 PM

Conrad Lorenz
A forest. A really dark forest. A really dark forbidding forest. With something inside it.

Mood: Slightly more paranoid before.

I'll admit that I get cocky sometimes. I don't see it as a personal trait because that would also be admitting that my genetics were faulty as well. Rather, I like to call it a consequence of having been around the universe so much. But anyways, back to the situation. Well, it turns out whatever was hiding out there was sufficiently versed in psychic prowness to be able to disguise itself from my probing. Not to mention the fact that the lack of light made it hard for even my genetically engineered eyes to see anything besides the dim outlines of the trees and branches. As I was still frantically searching for whatever creature was hiding amongst the foliage, I heard a voice speak within my mind.

"Well, it looks as though I have an admirer of my work...do you think we should show him first hand the method in which I used to dispatch them?"

I whipped around suddenly, forgetting momentarily that the voice was solely in my head. Throughout my travels, I've had dealings with Protoss, ghosts, Zerg, and other races that used psionic telepathy to communicate. These voice had a far different quality however. It contained none of the confidence of the Protoss, the barbaric tone of the Zerg, the weedy tired sound of the Ghost. It was more like a voice from the void. There was no tone, no inflection. Just a hint of something dark and damning. To make matters complicated, the voice had a background of whispers. I had never heard anything like it before.
I scanned the forest once again, desperate to find the source of the voice, this voice, this damning voice. Something flew out of the trees, aimed directly at me. Fearing it to be a grenade, I activated the personal barrier that I kept on my wrist. The object simply bounced off and rolled a few feet on the ground. Curious, I stepped closer to the object, still keeping my shield at hand. It was a tangled mess of something. I turned it over to gain a better look at it...and almost dropped my shield in fright. It was the disembodied head of a Protoss zealot. The neck had been severed cleanly....by a blade of some sorts....but no blade could cut this cleanly... The Protoss' face had been contorted with an expression of horror....even though I knew Protoss were incapable of facial expressions. While I was still examining this new discovery, the voice rang through my head again.

"So...what do you think hmm?"

I was too startled to reply at first. Then silenced reigned as I realized that this...creature expected some sort of answer.

"Your...method of killing appears.....quite..interesting." I answered, picking my words carefully.

Oh, really? Perhaps you would like a...personal...demonstration?

"I'd be glad to accept, but uh, I have to, ehm, get back to my ship...I think I left the handbrake on ^^ Nice to meet you, have tea next time ok?" As I turned around to leap back up to the cliff, I hit something. Hard. And fell down rather unceremoniously. I looked upwards to see what had impeded my path. And wish I didn't.

It appears I'd found whatever I had been looking for. I might have found it, however, I had no idea what it was. Hell had never spawned such a creature. It was standing in a humanoid fashion, about as tall as a normal human. But that's where the resemblance stopped. The...thing...was covered in black armor, like a giant spider or Hydralisk. It's face, if you could call it a face, was featureless, except for twin white orbs that stared unseeingly into infinity.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I have much to show you."

"Erram, that's quite alright. I really have to go. Urgent appointment and all that, you know?"

"I insist."

"Well, I'd be glad to make an exception, but I'm afraid I need to jet....

If you attempt to leave, you will soon find there are things worst than death...as my other victims have discovered already.

God. There are some days you just hate, and I'm starting to think this is one of them. In a lightning fast movement, I unholstered my HEKA-34 pistol from my E-web and pointed it at the creature's face.

"I think you'll be wanting to step aside now."

iHawk

11-22-2006, 1:06 PM

(OOC) Ok, since Sikawtic hasn't posted and no-one's made negative comments about my character I guess I'll post and hope Sik' doesn't mind. If he does then I'll just have to edit my character or make a new one. (OOC)

Terran Science Vessel
Terran Border System

A man sighed, he was looking over the twenty or-so cryo pods that he had to eject. His boss had recieved orders to eject the pods one at a time, from the middle of the cargo bay so that they couldn't bump eachother off their course towards the system's star and of course, since the Weekly Poker game was tonight his boss had passed the job off to him. He sighed again and turned his SCV so taht he could see the moniter that showed outside the cargo bay, he saw the star in the distance and decided that it was a big enough target that it would be safe to dump all the pods at once.

So that's what he did, pileing all the pods haphazardly in the middle of the cargo bay floor he then sealed left and sealed the bay, used the control panel to open the bay doors and watched the pods fly out on another monitor.

"Job well done." He said with a smile, then making sure his SCV was back where it belonged he headed off to win a lot of money at the Poker game.

The pods were still powered up, since the scientists didn't want to risk the "experiments" waking up while on-board. So the pods bumped around amongst themselves, until one was bumped out of the cluster and began drifting off course, towrds the nearby asteroid belt. The chance of a stray pod, with no real armour surviving for any ammount of time is next to none, so if there is a "God" he must of been watching over this stray pod.

***a few hours later***

"Are you sure your info was right?" A man asked, he was in the cockpit of a modified Dropship, talking to the man beside him.

"Yeah Clark, the contact's good. He swore up and down that this belt was a Military dumpin' ground. He said that selling scrap from here was what afforded him that Valkery of his."

"That was his?!" Clark asked in awe, when the other man nodded he spoke again. "Hot damn, d'you think we could get us one of them Harold? I mean, they're a damn peice nicer then this old thing."

"Yeah, just trust me." Harold said, "We'll just look here abouts for some debris and scoop it up, it's easy pickin's."

"Alright," Clark said with a grin, "Let's scoop us up some money!"

After a few minutes the dropship came across a small collection of debris and opened their cargo-bay doors. When they had filled their bay they left the belt and began heading for a nearby planet. When the course was set they headed to the 'bay to see what they picked up...

(OOC) Just so everyone is clear, I'll continue this later. And yes, the only reason my character survived is sheer dumb luck. If no-one else has posted when I go to continue this I'll just edit more after this. (OOC)