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Caelum / Re: The Other Sages
« Last post by Gaserlake on July 30, 2013, 07:00:40 PM »
Arlgon looked down and sighed. "I've released some prisoners from the ASF dimension. However, nobody believed them as much as me. I've had an entire document of what the ASF did, but nobody believed me. They believed the prisoners less. Eventually, though, they all got hunted down and killed by the ASF."

Before he could respond to the other questions, he stepped back to Kotah's reaction. He looked down and saw the puddle turn into a portal. "I doubt this is the ASF's doing. Low probability that it's them, due to several factors."
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Caelum / Re: The Other Sages
« Last post by Queen Bright on July 30, 2013, 06:30:15 PM »
"Wait. Hold on!" Ezael interjected without answering the mans questions, "You never said the second reason for why the ASF is after you.  You said that was the first. Then what's the second?"

After realizing Ezael was right, Kotah nodded, finding the fact the man had changed subjects so quickly as odd. "And to add to that, what about the other Aralangs? What did they do? So far you showed us what the ASF did and you went into hiding from them.  But when you explained, you talked as if you wanted our help to take down the entire race. Aren't they differ--?"

Before he could finish, Kotah quickly jumped back as the puddle started to appear, having sensed it seconds before it actually did appear.  A shocked but confused look on his face, Kotah stared at the golden glow radiating from the water before glancing to Ezael who looked equally puzzled.  Was this some type of attack by the other sages in the area? The two glanced to Arlgon before continuing to stare at the puddle.

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Caelum / Re: The Other Sages
« Last post by K2 on July 30, 2013, 03:42:10 PM »
Appearing in a shimmer of light before the two twins was a sort of golden puddle, right on the ground. It looked simply like a puddle of water, but it had a strange, golden tint, radiating with the Dust of Creo -- a special residue that typically appeared around newly created things. Created, as in, from nothing -- as in, by the embodiment of Creation. That could only mean one thing... This puddle began to swirl, like a portal on the ground, awaiting to fulfil its duty.
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Avariel / Speech (Open)
« Last post by Zero on July 12, 2013, 08:22:43 PM »
Avariel was the new home-world of the Narrikians. This home-world would be theirs for centuries to come if Lucien played his cards right. Today he was scheduled to give a speech and push the Narrikians into the new millenium. No longer could they use old and outmoded science that everyone had access to. Times were changing. The winds of change had brought with them a chance for the Narrikians to move past their limitations.

They.

Would.

Evolve.

The government of old had been too weak to handle the problems the Narrikins as a race held.  The DAIS and Anrufe and now Vionix and Zarethians were their enemies. True the preternatural coalition and the Mechera had allied with them and the K Empire but they were still outnumbered. Putting on the clothes of the emperor Lucien checked his clock. Right on schedule and soon he could give his speech.  Before he climbed onto stage Lucien let out a beacon with the Pseudo System. It would go to all currently alive Narrikians urging them who were not on this world to attend the speech that Lucien was about to give. No longer could the people be divided. They had to unite as one group.

Lucien approached the podium that had been made and looked over at the gathered crowd of people who were all Narrikians. Would this be too much to ask for them? Would it be too much to ask the people to drastically change their way of life?  Lucien did not know the answers and so began his speech.


"People of Narrikia. With the fall of Memorial at our once allies the Vionix we have lost wives and children and husbands and families.  The Vionix will pay for the war crimes they have commited against us and will pay with a cold reaping. For every 5 of ours we lost, they shall lose 40 of theirs by the time we are finished. No mercy shall be given. From this day forward I Lucien Dolos as Emperor of the Republic of Narrikia do hereby state..."  A statue of Miamore had been erected nearby and Lucien teleported next to it and drew out Shadow Soul.


Slicing the statue with the blade at speeds he could barely be seen. "WAR WITHOUT QUARTER UPON OUR ENEMIES!"

The statue fell to the ground her head falling at his feet.

Lucien then appeared back on the podium. "To facilitate a war without quarter I must now make new laws for the Republic of Narrikia.  The first new law mandates that every inhabitant of any Narrikian world will keep 5 conventional and 5 solid shell weapons within his own house or her own house loaded. Orphanages and other places will also be required to possess these. Law Enforcement will carry 3x as many fire-arms. Military 6x as many fire arms as they normall would carry. "

Lucien paused for a moment.

"The second law is as follows. Every Narrikian will undergo mandatory hand to hand combat along with weapon training if they are twelve years of age and upward for at least six months. This is so that the people are not left unprotected again.  We must not allow our guard to slip and that brings me into law #3."

"We will no longer allow extraterrestials to go without watch on our planet. Any who arrive will be checked for weapons, bio terror agents, explosive devices and anything else that can be used to harm us. Their clothes will be replaced with garb supplied by tailors on the planet with tracking chips so we can monitor their every deed and word. The suits will also contain explosives so we can end them before a problem arises. They will also be stripped of any and all communication devices to be returned when they leave."

Lucien then did the gesture of sheathing his sword dragging out the motion of it.

"For us to succeed we must be prepared. This is why once Narrikians graduate primary school systems they will study languages of other Empires. They will be taught how to fly vehicles and how to handle weapons properly. Those who wish may opt out, but will not be allowed to participate in the war that will soon occur. The Anrufe are back and though it pains me I must make an alliance with them. For only with superior forces will we win the day."

Lucien then looked at the people. The last bomb shell would be the hardest for them to swallow. They needed the fire power of the Mechera though.  Lucien finally sighed and said. "Before I became Emperor Rezick had aligned us with the Mechera. As much as it pains me to do this we must vassalize so that they can provide us an increase to our fleet. We don't even possess a Titan. Shameful because we will need one to drive our point home on the Vionix. They will be made to pay for what they have done, one hundred if not a thousand fold.  Go to your houses. Eat. Drink. Train. Be ready. For soon we strike down the serpent of the Vionix with the Eagle of NARRIKIA!"


Gone was the dreamer and the child. Lucien had embraced reality. The reality was that now he had to lead. Lucien had to unite the scatted Narrikians and bring them to war against their most hated enemy to date.  Lucien stepped off the stage and vanished. he had teleported, but without any sort of flare or anything.



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Creative Corner / Seige of the Capitol: A Spark of Hope
« Last post by Admiral Regis Hermitage on July 08, 2013, 11:12:21 AM »
2100 hrs (Capitol District Standard Time)
June 5th, 2063
Planet, Teffilin
Zarethian Capitol Building

Operation: FALLING SKIES
ADM Regis F. Hermitage
|-Callsign: Overlord
Zarethian Hand Command Element
Zarethian Military Command
Team: Headquarters Element

   The only thing i hear is the sound of cannons.
Spread into darkness eternal.
A spark of hope is all that can help us.
In the ever battle of nocturnal.


Regis rushed down the hallway at a fast walking pace as military and civilian aids trail him. He looks around the building, barely powered by emergency lighting, and flares. Wounded men laying in the halls, mirroring many scenes like it over the past 6 months. "Sir!" one of the aids started. "High Admiral Vaccon wishes to see you immediately." he informed Regis.

Regis nodded and quickly changed directions, heading towards Vas Vaccon's office. He continued to observe the weak, and wounded littering the area. A sight that would make any soldier sick to his/her stomach. He approached the door, and knocked.

"Come in Admiral." a weak voice called. Regis opened the door the the office and quickly approached Vaccon who was being worked on by a corpsman.

"How's he doing Doc?" Regis asked the medic, HMMC Rudder.

"Not too good sir. I'm not sure how long i can keep him stable, but he wants to speak with you." Rudder said.

Hermitage nodded and knelled down beside him. "Chief, go..." Vaccon said wearily and waved.

"Sir, you still need treatment." Rudder protested.

"I said go!" he exclaimed. Rudder got up and quickly left the room. "Regis... How is it out there?" he asked.

"Not looking to good Addler. The bastards are closing in, and we are sieged up. We've lost all communications with the other colonies, and the home fleet is at 90% capacity which wont do us much good if the enemy acquired the ships from the outer colony fleets. The last remaining councilman is in about as bad of shape as you are, half the Senate is dead, Other than yourself, i remain the highest ranking officer in the entire district, the Majority of the Hand is MIA or otherwise, and well, im not sure how long we can hold this out. " Hermitage told him. It was pointless to lie to Vas Vaccon.... He was a living lie detector.

Vaccon could only nod. "The Fleet Admiral? How is she?" Addler asked.

"Alive and kicking, sir. You cant expect her to go down that easily, but the highest ranking ground commander we have down here is Lt. General Puller, Lt. General Richards, and Vice Admiral Cole. As per your orders, I assigned them into the 3 outer districts surrounding the city. Major General Constantine has taken over command of the Capitol District Division since your injury." Hermtiage said.

"Regis... the Doc hasn't exactly been straight forward with me, but i know that I'm probably going to die here, son. How long do i have. Don't lie to me, and don't sugar coat it. We both have been soldiers long enough to handle it." Vaccon said. "Tell me the truth, and that's an order."

"Honestly sir, at the rate of blood you're losing, I'd give you 4 hours. With Doc in here taking care of you, 6." Hermitage informed his commander, and friend of his impending doom. "Doc will do what he can, but you wont see morning Addler."

Addler sighed. He knew this day would come. "Is Hamilton alive?" Vaccon asked.

"Yes sir. He is watching over the councilman along with the Field Surgeon." Hermtiage said.

"Get him... I want you and him in the Senate Chambers in 15 minutes. Don't be late. Time isn't on my side you know." Addler said.

Hermitage nodded and rushed out. "Doc, take care of him." Hermitage cold only say to Rudder as he rushed to Hamilton's position in the Council offices. The aids once more joined up with him. Hermitage flashed his badge and exclaimed "Zarethian Hand." as he immediately bypassed the council honor guards without giving them time to react. He immediately approached the office door and opened it.

"Allen. Senate chambers in 15." he said and closed the door. He left the wing, and headed to the Military Command Room. The aids could barely keep up as he ran to the War Room. He opened the doors to a scene of large screens and officers and personnel running around. No one was idle. "Sit-rep." Hermitage asked.

"We've lost all communications with all brigades 100 km out from the line of engagement. District 1, 2, and 3 Corps report all clear and are on standby for offensive orders, sir." A Colonel informs him. "Homeland Intervention has reinforced them as per orders of Colonel Tarkov, and the Air Force is currently paroling the skies 50 km out from the front line. They report a few patrols, but nothing more. 3rd fleet is..."

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

A loud beep from the communications station interrupted the Colonel as a large display came on the largest screen centered on the the room. "Incoming transmission from the Fleet!" A Communications officer shouted.

"Put it on the speakers!" the Colonel ordered.

"Any command callsigns, this is Foxtrot 3-6 Hotel. 3rd Fleet Admiral Aki Sora. Do you read?" a female voice asked.

"Foxtrot 3-6 Hotel, this is Overlord, Admiral Hermitage. Do you read Admiral Sora?" Hermitage called back.

"Yes sir. We read loud and clear. Overlord, Overlord, Foxtrot 3 has incoming contacts from ships entering defense grid. IFF Reads ships from Foxtrot 1, and 2, but both Fleets have been confirmed KIA. Orders?" she asked.

"Foxtrot 3-6, you have permission to engage all enemy ships. Change IFF, and dispatch of all targets. Do not under any circumstance let them get into orbit around the Capitol." Hermtage ordered.

"Roger. Ships approaching kill zone in 30 seconds. All ships prepare for battle. All hands report to battle positions." She ordered through the comms.

The image on the screen showed the Home Fleet being approached by friendly ships from the 1st and 2nd fleets. Immediately the incoming ships flashed and turned to red now marked as enemies.

"This is Fleet Admiral Sora, we are engaging the Enemy. First Battle Group, Blanket the Destroyers, and take em out 1 by 1. Second Battle Group Focus on the carriers. Third Battle Group, Form a defensive perimeter around the Capitol Airspace. Fouth Battle Group, you're with me. We're taking on the Titans, hit their weak points, and take them out. Fifth Battle Group, and Sixth Battle Group, cover our flanks. Seventh Battle Group, Form an Offensive formation and attack the Dreadnaughts." she ordered. Several sounds of acknowledgements came through.

"Foxtrot 3, do what you can. Overlord, out." Hermitage ended the transmission as he watched the fleet start its engagement.

"Sir, you're need in the Senate Chambers."  an aid informed him.

Hermitage nodded and rushed out of the War room. He exited the Military wing, and into the main area of the building that housed the Council room, and Senate Chambers. He flashed his badge once more to the guards posted but didn't say anything. He opened the large double doors to see several of the surviving Senators, and a few officers. On the stage stood Sen. Hamilton, and High Admiral Vas Vaccon. Vaccon motioned for Regis to come on stage.

Hermitage walked up the steps onto the stage and took his place behind Hamilton who was standing at the podium.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you High Admiral Addler Vas Vaccon, Supreme Commander of the Zarethian Military and Chief of Naval Operations." Hamilton announced as Addler approached in a wheelchair.

"Thank you Senator." he said. "I am here to do 2 things... Tell you what must happen, and give you your leaders of the new world." he announced wearily. "Senator Hamilton has informed me that Councilman Sora has died as of 10 minute ago. As per constitutional regulation, in the event of the death of all Councilmemebers, the Senate Leader is appointed as the Head of Council, and may assign temporary Council members. So i give you Councilman Allen C. Hamilton." he said.

The room erupted in applause, but only for a brief moment. "I need to inform you all of something... My death is not far behind Councilman Sora's." Vaccon told them all. "I must choose a successor to take my place and lead our men and women into battle against this enemy. I hereby, with the advice and consent of the Council, promote Regis Florian Hermitage to the Rank of Fleet Admiral, and vest upon him the full authority over the Armed Services, and the power vested within the position of Command-In-Chief of the Zarethian Military until a time where peace has been restored. Serve us proudly Director." Addler announced just before falling into a coughing fit, spitting up blood as HMMC Rudder rushed to him, and took him away.

"Stop..." Addler could barely make out as they passed Hermitage. "Regis... I want you to give them hope. You need to give them hope. You've done me proud, I just want to let you know that." Addler said.

"Its been an honor sir..." Hermitage said as Rudder took Vas Vaccon away. He and several officers rendered a salute as Vaccon was wheeled off stage. 2 Military officers quickly pinned a 5th star on Hermitage's collar, and handed him a 5 star patch with the stars arranged in a pentagon formation. He pulled his 4 star patch off and replaced it with the new one. "Lets get moving... No time for anything else." he said and rushed out of the room. He and several others made their way to the 3rd floor balcony that was usually used by the council to deliver speeches to the public.

He opened the doors to the night sky lit up by fire from cannons, ruined building, and the battle in orbit. Several Officers, Senators, and Hamilton lined up behind Hermitage as he approached and took the microphone.

"My People..." he started. "Son and Daughters, Mothers and Fathers, Brothers and Sisters of the Zarethian Empire. This much i vow -- The History of these days will be written in blood. By crushing the armies of our enemies, by using the very emotion they thought to turn against us. Revenge. A few moments ago, a great man has given his final bow, and we will not let that go unheard. We are fighting for our very existence! These soldiers, these revenge cultists are here to deny us peace.... Refuse us our rightful place in the universe.

Even now, they approach our walls to take by force what they cannot claim by right. They have no idea what awaits them.... WE WILL DESTROY THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! WE WILL UNLEASH SUCH TERRIBLE VENGEANCE THAT GENERATIONS YET UNBORN WILL CRY OUT IN ANGUISH! Even as the bullets fly, and the blood sheds upon the land of our fathers, we will fight until the end. As their last breath tears at their lungs, as we rise again from the ruins of our city, they will know that Teffilin belongs to the Zarethians! For our people! For the Council! For Tefflin! Go now and prepare yourselves! Tonight we show these bastards who they have made war with! We must fight now.... or doom the future generations into a thousand years of darkness. Tonight we will fight as one hard, one arm, one people, fighting for what we have earned as our own. We will crush their dreams, and haunt their sleep.

Nam Zarethia et Aser.!" he concluded. The city erupted in applause in response to Hermitage's speech which was broadcasted over the city's PA system, and Civilian frequencies.

As he exited the balcony, Hamilton stopped him and put his hand on Regis' shoulder. "Good luck Admiral. Aser be with you." he said.
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They should have acted!
She's already here!
The Elder Scrolls told of her return....
Her defeat was merely a delay.
A delay until a time after the site opened.
When the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood.
But no-one wanted to believe.
Believe she even existed.
And when the truth finally dawns: It dawns in fire.

But... There's one she fears.
In their tongue, he is Chase Hanson.
Psycho-Analyst!

But a day, shall arise,
when the she-devil's lies,
will be silenced forever and then!
Fair Skyrim will be free from foul Hiiiiiiikaru's maw!

Dragonborn, Dragonborn
by his honor is sworn
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes rout
when they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!


WELCOME BACK HIKKY!!!!!!

Thought my Skyrim-esque intro was funny. :P
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Frezzi / Re: Plots and Schemes to tear the seams
« Last post by Zero on July 02, 2013, 03:53:35 PM »
Lastly, out of the monolithic structures, there was a single, massive one in the exact center of the city that seemed to aim directly towards the light below and the darkness above with both of its pointed ends.  As Calitas looked at the area he surveyed it and searched for somewhere a diplomat might be located., His orders were clear. He was to find one and discuss Narrikian vassalization. For once they vassalized  they would be able to deal with the Vionix and Zarethian Threat.  Heading towards the single massive monolithic structure Calitas made a mental note to add something like this place to Narrikian Cyberspace. The cyberspace of the Narrikians was boring and dull. It had none of the designs of the Mechera.

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Frezzi / Re: Plots and Schemes to tear the seams
« Last post by @Pokemon Master Red on July 01, 2013, 01:21:51 AM »
The station Lucien had docked at was bustling with activity, from both Mechera and various other races. Even within the station's cyberspace, there were Mechera and AI of all creeds making their various ways to wherever they needed to go. The VE known as Calitas would probably have made its way through the digital route, in which case he'd begin this part of his mission in the Casino Station's Cyberspace(you didn't specify any station around Frezzi in particular, so Im presuming it'll be the Casino Station, since thats where most of the diplomatic stuff goes on). Exiting the Link from the Narrikian Ship's systems into the Casino's, Calitas would find himself(itself?) standing on the edge of a walkway overlooking a open air room with several card tables set up and a set of stairs leading down into it. Otherwise, the walkway lead past this room and to a larger one that interconnected with several large, crystal-shaped monoliths pointing in every direction and floating around, not a single one appearing to come out from any surface in particular. If one took the time to examine them, they might find that these monoliths were the buildings of a massive cyberspatial city. Far off in the horizon, he might see that the edges of this cyberspace were bright light coming from below him(from his current perspective, in any case), pitch darkness above with three-dimensional circuit lines heading into and out of the blackness to connect with the crystal buildings of the city, and a twilit-main area that he was at making the 'ground level' of the city. Lastly, out of the monolithic structures, there was a single, massive one in the exact center of the city that seemed to aim directly towards the light below and the darkness above with both of its pointed ends. If nothing else, it seemed to be a centerpoint to the city, and it might be the place he was looking for to find a diplomat to meet with Lucien?
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Frezzi / Plots and Schemes to tear the seams
« Last post by Zero on June 30, 2013, 06:17:52 PM »
Lucien was not in the best of moods at the present moment.  As of six hours ago he had become emperor and leader of all free narrikians currently in the plane. The propoganda of the Zarethians and Vionix had been detected. So they had attacked Memorial and likely killed lots of people. His friendship with Miamore had been a hoax and a way to expose vulnerabilities in the Narrikians. No more.  Lucien would make her pay for this. He'd kill every last Vionix and Zarethian until all of them were deceased.  Of course for that to happen he hd to have a lab and a place to call home once more.  This was why Lucien had docked a ship at Frezzi and was accompanied by about six Narrikians.  Each of the Elite with him had some of his scientific developments installed on and in them.  The bio booster had been injected and each of them had a neural implant and was wearing a Nano Mesh suit.  Each was wearing a custom made Shadow Monarch armor just to be on the safe side.  Lucien unlike them was clad in a business suit and had no weapons presently. Lucien sent out Calitas who would request a Mechera Diplomat to meet with Lucien.
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Creative Corner / Re: The Hand: Adventures of the Spooks!
« Last post by Admiral Regis Hermitage on June 29, 2013, 10:32:07 PM »
2205 Hrs (GST)
February 2, 2052
Arcadia Suburb, Sudentor, Aralia

Operation: ACE
Col. Regis F. Hermitage
|-Callsign: Falcon
HIRU-NavSpecWar JOINT Task Force
Team: Echo 3-1

"Sir, wake up. We're almost there." a voice awoke Colonel Hermitage from his slumber inside on a stealth transport flying over Sudentor, Aralia. Prominently known as Grunder City due to the entirety of the city being owned by Grunder Industries LTD. Hermitage groaned, but finally lifted his head off of the shoulder of a soldier next to him.

He yawned, and rubbed his eyes before aiming his glare at the person who had awoken him. None other than 2nd Lt. Andrei Tarkov. "Damnit L-T.... How far out are we?" he asked.

"About 5 mikes sir." Tarkov responded. "Birds from Delta and Alpha Teams are 1 mike behind us, and will land shortly after us." he informed Regis.

"Perfect.... Right on schedule. Air support?" he questioned.

"1 stealth weapons platform, callsign Specter 9 will be on station. We couldnt get orbital support for a few reasons. Aralangs wouldnt allow us to set up anything above the city, and Sudentor has a hell of an orbital defense grid." Tarkov told him as a light came on in their bird.

"RED LIGHT LADIES!!!!" the pilot called back. "Green in 45 seconds!"

Hermitage looked around at the large team of soldiers from the HIRU, and his old NavSpecWar unit. They were performing ammo checks, and readying their weapons.

"30 seconds!" the pilot called.

"You ready Lt?" Hermitage asked a nervous looking Tarkov.

"Y-Yes sir... Just havent been on an op this big or important." he replied.

"Its just like every other... except we're here to capture the richest man alive, and owner of an armada that rivals most empires in a city where he controls everything. Piece of cake." Hermitage said nonchalantly.

"10 seconds! Touch down!" the pilot called as the back doors opened. "GREEN LIGHT!"

"Lets move 3-1!" Hermitage called and jumped out of the bird 3 feet below to the ground with the rest of Echo 3-1 right behind him.

(Part 2 soon)
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