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HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
Topic Started: Sep 17 2011, 10:26 AM (935 Views)
BallisticWaffles
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Romulus burned. On its surface, the last of the defenders fell silent to the Tyranid Hoards. Massive capilary Towers pierced the heavens, feeding the burgoning Hive fleet Above.
Everything was consumed. Flesh, steel, Water, even the Atmosphere was drained to feed the strong arm of the hive mind.

In orbit only the DeMeA, the Deus Meus Amat, remianed. And Even She was dwarfed by the Hive fleet, as big as she was.

And on the bridge of the DeMeA, Two lone souls sat and watched the World Die.

"WAs it really right to kill them all?" Asked a biomechanical monster by the name of Jay. HE was fused to the captians chair, wires and tubes emerging from his body and several mechandrites holding things for his occupied arms. "At least we could have taxed them and murdered the smart ones."

"And have the entire Galaxy question their inevitable demise?" Answered his companion, a 6 foot 5 Balsa drinking some sort of juice as they watched the last of the lights on the planet die out. Shaking her head, letting her un braided mane fly everywhere, she said "We must put this galaxy down as fast as possable. The High Elders demanded it after what we told them."

Jay frowned as best he could, than said "You never told me you contacted your bosses."

Before she could answer him, a rumbling voice thundered over the CAtalyptic node, Sending Balsa its thoughts.

PLANET...SECURED...
very good, when will you finish stripping it of its resorces.
HOURS...IF...QUICK...
Then be quick.

She snapped back to reality to answer Jays question.

"Just after they told us what that disgusting device did. The high elders Decreeded that such a device could be used against HU-01, and thus we must purge this dimention with as much haste as we can muster."
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A lone Kazon scoutship rumbled into the system, intent on bullying any and all who resided there. Within moments, gigantic Tyranid Bioships latched on, flooding the ship with Genestealer and gaunt broods. The ship had no time to send a message, for it was dead in momoents, the Tyranic brutality something this dimentional plane had never experianced before.
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TRESSPASSERS... DESTROYED...
The message shocked Balsa who shook her head clear of the cobwebs the Tyranid norn queen usually left.

"Who knows of our mission now?" Balsa asked, The every present Catalyptic presence of LEgius joining them in the room. with barely concealed boredom, he said.
Kazon
Balsa blinked, then asked for a confirmation of what he just said.

Jay brought up the nessisary data, ships of sizes and shapes appearing on the screen, back lit by the hive fleet growing aside the dead world.
"From the meager Data The Dragonarians gave us, they ar an empire that has been propelling a bloody purge of all Trans specieal Dragons in this particular Dimention" Jay read of the screen, compairing the ships side by side witht he DeMeA.

"contact the Rethunder, i want info on them, i want toalso know if he knows of our pillage yet." Balsa said, a smirk on ehr ace as she turned to greet the RT and her crew.
Edited by BallisticWaffles, Sep 17 2011, 02:21 PM.
 
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Reality bulged and tore, the Break a disasterous and chaotic thing for reality to undergo. From the recieving side of the rift, a lump of earth hung in space. The only sign that the planet was ever Romulus was teh Romulan ships still burning in orbit.

And as bugs emerge from the grass, previously unseen, the Tyranid Bioships filtered through the Rift. from a single planet, the hoard was immense. Dozens of cruisers, Great tendrils pulling The ships apart, to Torpedo Creatures, firring living mines into the sides of ships, blowing them to smitheriines with barely an effort.

The retun fire caught many ships in a swirl of death, and the bio ships numbers grew small.
Fropmm the rift gate, the DeMeA drifted through, her guns ablazed, endign what was left of the fleet.

"KYLET'ORN ANSWER THE GODDAMNED PHONE" Balsa yelled into the short ranged Comm, her customary anger her facade for simple boredom.
 
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The portal to Romulus held steady as the DeMeA continued to pump energy into its creation. On the bridge, Jay and Balsa closed the message they had just recieved, looking incedulously at each other.
Jay broke the silence with exhasperation "Its the "are you repaired yet" all over again!" he wailed, Mechandrites Flailing in mock sadness.

Balsa retreated into the Hive mind, The Psyker Presences of both the Alien and the Tyranid a time saver.

WHAT...IS...MATTER
How is bio ship production?
GOING..SLOWLY...NEED...MORE...MATTER.
Come through the rift, plenty of resorces on this side.

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It was disgusting. Pulsing and throbbing, the Leviathan hive ship slowly drifted through the Break in reality. Already massive tendrals were collecting wreckage from the ships it's kamikaze wave had destroyed. The portal behind it closed, the DeMeA closign off the last sight of the once vibrant planet.
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SHALL...WE...HELP...THEM?
Might as well, Kyle't Oran owes us some explainations

Balsa retreated from the link, Jay already begining to restore power to the ship.

"How goes it?" he asked, Getting a hoarse laugh from Balsa in return.
"Im getting sick and tired of beign blown off" Balsa said, cracking joint and removing some of the tention in it.
"THen lets go to war" Jay said, both excitement and remorse filling his being.
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From the Dual hanger bays, The swarms of Drones the DeMeA usually carried emerged. Thousands of them, a venerable distructive locust swar in space. The DeMeA fired her engines and began to drift forward, the Bulk of the Leviathan travelign with her.

She opened fire and death had begun.
 
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(She is an Imperator class starship of the Imperium of man, yes.)

The response wasnt so much as an answer, more like a grouping of polite words stretched over a platter of insults and curses. At least until Jay booted Balsa out of the room.

"Your ceaseless disrespect for the lives of everyone on this ship does not bode well for the inevitable fate of this Dimention." Came the gutteral Reply from Jay His eyes glowing red. "You shall demand nothing from us. You shall ask. Nicely. Without inefficiant weaponry pointed at someone bigger than you are" He closed the communication and contacted the Retributions Thunder.

"call your pet off of us, Kyle't Oran. We came to aid you against these, whom ever you are fighting, and we thought we would bring our friends."

He grinned and behind him a floating monsterousity appeared. its massive head throbbed and pulsated, and its body was at least two feet off of the ground.

"The Tyranids feed off of biomatter, so we thought they could feast apon the charred remains of the ships we jsut killed and have a nice friendly chat."
 
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"We never had our weapons up in the first place" Jay snarled, The guns long having fallen silent when the Kazon had retreated. "We have sat here and have had our ship threatened constantly over and over again by you and your Pet." The Zoranthrope behind him drifted off camera, Jay not even noticing its departure.

"Kadgeron Disrupters?" He said, drawning Schematics the DeMeA had aquired from destroyed ships. "Hmph, nothing more than fancy Torpedos with fancy names." He swept the schematics away with his hand.

"And the Tyranids are feasting, it would not bode well for even us to interrupt Happy meal time." He sighed and Balsa came back, Her eyes filled with mirth.

"Enough of this, this is the ultimatem. We will aid you in destroying the Kazons. Then we will leave this universe and let you all wallow in your own self obtained squalor." She said, her arms crossed and her eyes boring into the screen.
 
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Balsa corrected him. "Dimention, not universe." The DeMeA charged her reality warper and followed them through, the Tyranids feasting still apon the destroyed ships.
 
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The DeMeA recieved the message, and in its bowels an ancient being did grin.
"WHat kind of intelligence are we looking for?" Jay asked, His Robotic arms folded on his lap. "YOu cant jsut expect me to waste perfectly good people capturing a ship for no reason."

He indicated the screen where various files of dubius importance were shown. "Are we looking for maps? Troop transportation? Lollypops?"
 
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Jay shook his head.
"Nothing except the physical destruction of the engines, which we will attempt to do at the start. "
 
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Her Armaments went silent, the massive Hanger bays begun to open.

15 massive Super drones came through the hangers, simply moving at slow enough speeds to pass through the shields. Fully half of them died, crashing into the superstructure and dragging across the white fields of metal.

The surviving drones aligned themselves onto the Ships engines, pulling away metal and blasting into the viotole fuel lines, doing anythign they could to destroy the massive constructs. THey were picked apon by Fighters and frigates, Drones collapsing into the void as they exploaded into finely ground particles.

 
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"They are using the Forbidden Tech." Jay said, His Biomechanical eyes filled with malace. Balsa turned and stared, a snarl escaping from her lips.

"You told me Only The Romulans had this Heraticle tech!" Jay yelled, his Mechandrites still ordering Drones to tare the engines off, and snalred out orders, Balsa continued to scream out indignations.

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The Drones CLipped the first engine off, several of their number beginning to lug it back to the DeMeA, the rest beginning to work on the second engine.
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The DeMeA drew up alongside the Super Star Destroyer, Beggining to fire her drop pods Point Blank into its side, Expelling Xenomorph boarding parties to attempt to seize Vital points of the ship before the Hellhound Marauder's did.

In this they suceeded, mostly. The Bridge was held against counter attack, the Engine room's were being conquered, and where ever the survivors turned, Xenomorphs were there to round them up, holding them hostage in prepairation for assimilation.
 
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And indeed they did what they pleased. The Tyranids were called, flowing through the break in Reality the DeMeA Called. The planet was Descended apon by the Crawling Terror, and through many would Curse God as its origion, The Tyranids were not Deitic in origion.

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The Drones had a field day, swimming through remains and picking apart ships looking for new tech. The fleet lay in pieces, the swarms of drones beginnign to seep through the remains.
 
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Aboard the flagship, the xenomorphs were begign stingent, preventing any data from begin accessed. "It is our Salvage, our rights! NO touch!" They held their ground, their numbers gaining.
 
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(umh, im sorry, but if your going to BS your way out of every attempt at some form of drama i throw, im not going to find myself doing this any longer.

It was stated by both you and i that all the ships were destroyed. But all of the sudden one appears so you can maneuvar around my charecters? I dont find this fair. I put up with it for a while now, but it needs to stop.

Roleplaying is about telling an tale that other players can influence through their actions. This isnt a roleplay if no matter what I do, it all ends the same. And while i understand you have a plot, the Railroading is so intensie i have Train tracks on my floor.)
Edited by BallisticWaffles, Oct 13 2011, 01:35 PM.
 
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(no, im done with this anyway. tis was boring from teh start. Killing random peopel isnot fun. Thats what video games are for. Roelplaying is a story, this isnt a story. This is a novelized First person shooter, without the good graphics or the storyline Its effing stupid anyway. "Oh lets kill people LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL".)
Edited by BallisticWaffles, Feb 3 2012, 07:02 PM.
 
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