Written by The Great Gumbo 07-16-2002 08:38 PM
YO! Guys; it looks like somebody just made hash out of the majority o' DWLFBH's military defenses. I'm bettin its goin to be any time now, that DWLFBH comes out ragin mad; destroys most o' his opposing enemies and hopefully tires himself out.
This will definately make trashin him and his crew much easier.
Written by Metaphysician 07-17-2002 06:38 AM
Oh, yeah: Everybody, if I'm the one who takes down FBH, I've decided what I'm going to do: turn him over to Washu to do with as she pleases. After giving her the full scoop on his activities.
Anyone else have plans??
Written by Rimfiztrik 07-17-2002 08:18 AM
It is cold in space. For most, anyway. There are a few rare individuals who can shrug off the bitter cold of the void, as if it were a cool spring breeze. This was one such individual.
In low orbit over the world they were about to assault, a figure materialized amidst a flurry of blue-white motes of light. It appeared to be a mere man, dressed in green slacks and a white t-shirt, with black sandals strapped to his feet. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking at the planet below. To the naked eye, he might have been a college student from any university in the western world.
To those sensitive to power, he shined like a star on the neotic plane. It was Rimfiztrik, returned from his long walk among the worlds, having visited stranger places than he'd ever imagined, and having acquired and executed ways to fully develop all his Psi aptitudes. He was a Proxy seven times over, now. He felt the life of every single living thing on that world below, as clearly as a normal man feels the texture of wood against his fingers. He felt the ebb and flow of the immediete future and past and present, the chatter of countless minds, the dance of the planet's magnetosphere and radiation belts, the heat currents of the world's oceans and weather patterns.
After a moment, that star faded as he gathered his neotic signature around himself, vanishing from the "radar" of any so sensitive. To observers, it would have been a brilliant momentary flash, nothing more.
He attuned himself more carefully to the life on the planet's surface, and began looking for other persons of power.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-17-2002 11:19 AM
For those of you who haven't read Stephen Baxter I suggest you go to space battles and look for topics with Xeelee in the title.
PS I will not be able to post again to night as I am ill see you all tommarow.
DREAD WARLORD FBH's COMMAND CENTER.
Dread warlord FBH is not happy about the loss of holdings in the lensman universe, he is even less happy with who ever hired those mercs.
DWFBH: "damn PaDT again they confound me. but I'm not done yet the lensman universe shall be mine"
the Dread warlords eyes glaze as he sends orders to his fleets and super weapons.
his orders given to fleet AIs he turns to one of his Lyta who is standing near him.
DWFBH: "the time has come Initiate operations Sky Lark and Xeelee."
lensman universe SOL of necessity Sol's defense fleet had been some what striped for the attack on DWFBHs holdings what was there was very vigilant and more than enough to squish any force he had deployed up till now. Up till now.
the space of a second 2 and a half million space craft dropped into the system from several dozen different dimensions. Beams and missile hammered back and fourth Between the attack fleet and the system defences and defense fleet.
the overwhelming numbers and fire power of the Dread warlords fleet began to take its toll on the orbital defences.
Written by Rimfiztrik 07-18-2002 03:42 PM
The fighting was fierce, from what he could see. Energy beams and hellwhips crisscrossed the sky, illuminating the night with thier deadly glare. Muzzle flashes and sonic booms resounded across the valley, painful to his ears for the moment it took for him to close off his ear canals. He still felt the earth shake through his feet.
He liked to call what he was about to do "playing Jedi". He wasn't one, certainly, but he could mimick being one with clever use of his aptitudes, and he found it was a tremendously effective way to fight. He focused his mind, bringing his Clairsentience to bear in the area immedietly around him, focusing on danger and tactical needs. A shaft of air superheated itself, molecules stirred to furious motion until a glowing, straight blade of plasma sprang out from his hand. A few sensors from FBH's fortress, in thier spare moments when they weren't targeting superhumans and elite troopers who were already assaulting the place, noticed him and tagged him as a lesser-priority threat.
He swung the psi-sword in an arc, parrying away a handful of blaster bolts. He advanced, walking at a steady pace, the shaft of lightning in his hand whirling every few moments as a bolt would streak towards him, then be deflected away. He crossed half the distance towards the fortress, passing the burnt hulks of Mecha and the torn bodies of heroes, before the defenses of FBH's fortress classified him as a higher-priority threat.
The occasionaly blaster-bolt became a raging, fully-automatic storm as a heavy turbolaser turret pivoted over and began raining death towards him.
This actually worked to the assault's advantage. The remaining heroes who were storming the base had bunched up behind a rocky outcropping and an energy shield that several of them had throw together, pinned down by close-range fire and unable to emerge from cover to cross the remaining 100 meters of open, scorched ground to the surface-entrance of the labyrinthine fortress. When one of the heavy batteries took the pressure off them to target Rim, they were able to relax a little, and begin preparing for a rush at the entrance.
Rimfiztrik stood his ground, simply holding the plasma-blade out in front of him to continously deflect the fire from the heavy turret. The smaller battery that had been firing at him continued as well, he now simply ducked out of the way. Still, the air around him was growing uncomfortably hot.
He sensed the blast a moment before it arrived, precognitively feeling the danger as a proton mortar shell streaked at him. He disappeared in a flash, teleporting away as the shell incinerated the spot he'd been standing on and left a crater dozens of meters wide there.
He blinked back in standing on top of one of the heavy-batteries as it searched for targets. Driving his plasma blade down into the top of it, he disabled the battery, killing the mindless undead trooper that manned it. As he knelt there, it struck him that he should have simply done this in the first place, instead of wasting 20 minutes walking into turbolaser fire across a rocky field.
"Character Induced Stupidity." he sighed to himself, shaking his head at his own foolishness.
Whirling the psychokinetically created weapon in a fancy arc, he started leaping across the walls of the entrance fort, hacking the turrets apart, scything through troopers like a hay thresher. Bodies fell bloodlessly, the wounds cauterized instantly by the heat. In moments, he'd killed every single defender on the wall, and disabled every turret.
The heroes cheered, and poured forth from thier cover position, roaring in triumph.
He sighed. This scene was going to have to be repeated all over this planet. The entire world was a fortress, and nobody knew exactly where FBH was. Millions of heroes, attacking thousands of entrance fortresses to the countless miles of underground tunnels, lairs, pits, and torturous hells down there.
He shut off his plasma blade, and cast out senses once more, looking for the next surface-fortress that he could help assault...
Written by The MunchKING 07-17-2002 11:38 AM 07-17-2002 12:21 PM 07-17-2002 05:03 PM
This place looks deserted??
*The scanners immediatly showed a few ships, but nothing like the numbers they were expecting.*
Alright, keep formation... Let's take them down... Fly casual, this may be easier than we thought...
*****
*As they flew over the MunchKING stared out the window...*
According to the info we got it shoooould be...
THERE!!
*He points at a spot*
Adjust heading, we're coming in hot...
Let's get it on...
*****
*As they cruised down for a landing, the ships over shot The landing field and hovered over FBH's Roof.*
Come on, GO! GO! GO!
Team 1 is me, Jango, CBY, and Seth
Team 2 is me, Jango, Billy Ray, and Scorpian13. You guys are taking the M-Tek armour!
Team 3 is Me, Jango, Meta, and Brief
Team 4 is Lengthy Killer BOB, Jango and you guessed it! Me.
*As they jumped down, A moogle walked past them.*
Use MunchKING's teams to stop FBH! Need instructions??
*It paused for a moment, then continued*
OK, and remeber you can change between groups with the "X" button.
*then it wandered off*
COME ON, let's move out!! lot's of EXP to be earned!! Keep Your eyes peeled for Random encounters!!
Let's MOVE!!
Written by The Great Gumbo 07-17-2002 05:37 PM
Written by Mr.Sandman 07-17-2002 08:42 PM
Seth: Hey, we don't have to fight you know. Maybe you can give up and...
One of the soldiers fires his gun and puts a burn mark on the side of seth's Pants.
Seth: HEY!! You dirty rotten B********!!!! You ruined my favorite pair of pants. PREPARE FOR UNHOLY FF LIKE DESTRUCTION!!!!!!!
Seth creates a Black hole inside his PD and opens a gate to it below there feet. They fall in and are crushed to death while seth shuts the gate so he doesn't get sucked in.
Seth: Hehehehe, I guess that must have been my limit break.
Written by The MunchKING 07-17-2002 09:00 PM
*Team 1 walks around the corner*
Watch out for the trap!!
* Lasers pop out of the wall, but MunchKING using his keen Geomancer skills, manages to avoid them.*
YOU Can't do THAT with a rubber chicken!!
* They open the chest*
*Got: Mega Blaster*
Here Seth, Equip this...
Written by Mr.Sandman 07-17-2002 09:10 PM
(Seth equips the guns as another group of soldiers come out and attack.)
Seth: Alright, time to try this sucker out.
Seth pulls the trigger, a huge beam of light shoots out and engulfs the group of soldier, compleatly vaporising them.
You Win!
*Yes, I won*
100000 GP
*Wow, I'm rich*
15000 XP
*Cool*
5 AP
Seth gains a level
*Alright. What am I at now.*
Seth is now at level 2
.
.
.
*God darn it*
Written by The MunchKING 07-17-2002 09:22 PM
*Turns left*
Written by Yeoman 07-17-2002 10:16 PM
*CBY takes off his shirt and starts Riverdancing. The rest of the Moron Brigade show up, and start dacing too. FBH's Minions clap during the show. Then CBY pulls out a big ass cannon and shoot's them with it.
300 GP
40 XP
1 AP
CBY gains Limit Break: Happy Lunchtime Special!
CBY: I feel like an idoit. Can we get this over with?
Written by The MunchKING 07-17-2002 10:28 PM
WATCH OUT!!
*Slashs up soilders*
Goood!! Now if we can keep moving, there should be a treasure box right around this corner...
*Team 1 walks around the corner*
Watch out for the trap!!
* Lasers pop out of the wall, but MunchKING using his keen Geomancer skills, manages to avoid them.*
YOU Can't do THAT with a rubber chicken!!
* They open the chest*
*Got: Mega Blaster*
Here Seth, Equip this...
Seth: Yes sir.
(Seth equips the guns as another group of soldiers come out and attack.)
Seth: Alright, time to try this sucker out.
Seth pulls the trigger, a huge beam of light shoots out and engulfs the group of soldier, compleatly vaporising them.
You Win!
100000 GP
15000 EXP
5 AP
Written by Scorpion13 07-18-2002 08:30 AM
Thinking quickly, he used his scanning ability to give one a simultaneous 5 strokes while he pinned the others to the wall with his magnetism.
Our intrepid champion then made 2 more soldiers shoot one another. He then twisted the last soldier's head clean off his soldiers. Moving past the corpses, the mighty Scorpion13 opened the ornate chest to find.....
.....a rock.
Written by Brief 07-18-2002 09:55 AM
Hey cool! I've got Threaten! And Mighty Guard! And.... oooooooh.... Mime.... *drools*
Ok, how many hit points do the monsters have?
5000!!! Hmm... Not sure if I can do that in one hit.... But Munchy could...
I'll just use Threaten now, so that the monster can't move
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-18-2002 10:20 AM
DWFBH stands on his command hover platform looking at the busy drones and gargoyles working in the place to bring him victory.
Gargoyle: "SIR MUNCHKING AND HIS FORCES HAVE ENTERED LANDING LEDGE 345644. LOCAL FORCE CAN'T STOP. THEM THEY SEEM TO HAVE A LOW END AUTHORIZATION RING. "
DWFBH: " don't worry commander...... the situation is in hand"
As the strike team fight there way through legions of guard on the space port Ledge. Dread warlord FBH watches them, who small and deadly like stinging insects he smiles to him self. First to take out the insects ships.
Prometheus is a culture vessel and so as all culture devices above a certain level of complexity sentient. It had reactions that made flash look like a turtle so As the ring worlds defense grid snapped back into the dimensions it had already cut its self away from the dock its defences fields up this allowed it to survive the storm of close range weapons fire the landing ledge launched.
The hedgehogs dilemma was not as fortunate as the culture ship. Its ships was undocked and so under fire from the entire defence grid but also much bigger and so getting more fire. most of the defence grid was having a trouble hitting as Gir was maneuvering a extremely erratically. perhaps having an insane AI at the control had is advantages thought the Prometheus as another wave of Nth space kinetic kill missiles shot past the wildly moving world ship. still the giant vessels was taking a hell of a lot of damage. as the Prometheus watched a sun beam ripped a chunk out of the world ship the culture vessel would have winced if it had been human. the hedge hog escaped father damage as it when FTL in a weirdly twisted but still out bound coarse away from the ring world, a half hundred of DWFBHs battle ships in pursuit.
Prometheus snapped through another string of evasive maneuvers as more munitions blossomed around it.
"well meta" the ship thought "looks like your on your own" more defence vectored towards it.
(inside the ring world )
ahead of strike the tunnel opens into what looks like a huge train station At one side a pair of rails lead down a large transparent tube that lead of into the distance as far as the eye could see. munchking moved ahead with the rest slightly behind in true FF style. Munchking stepped onto the platform. this would be the kind of place there would be a boss he thought.
Behind him there was a sudden WHOOMP or changing air pressure.
Munchking turned and was surprised to see that his team was no longer there It wasn't that they had meddled with him like FF7 they just weren't there.
also the corridor looked different (OOC the entire corridor just got teleported else where if your wondering. Munchking i'm afraid you I'm using my god powers to suppress your ability to get the team back together remember no dimension port or teleportation will work here. /OOC
the rest of the team were equally surprised suddenly they were no longer walking towards a train station but towards a huge air ship port and the fearless leader munchking had vanished.....
on the platform where munchking was standing there was a sudden breeze as a gravtrain decelerated into the station.
It stopped and the doors opened a swarm of power armor clad soldiers deployed out of it lead by a creature that appeared to be made entirely from skulls of varies humanoids, it was armed with an energy scythe.
"prepare to die munchking" the skull creature roared and charged forward.
OOC the troops are standard mooks.
the skull creature is called skull (predictably ) his attacks (should he get to make any ) are mainly hitting you with his scythe or throwing flaming or
explosive or biting skulls at you in large swarms. he has about 10K FF hp he's also the first god buster merc I will send after you.
the rest of the team your on an air port ledge 10 miles of the ground guarded by nova elite and mooks. go wild.
(1) a nega sphere is a lensman verse weapon of mass destruction its basically a large ball of antimatter pushed up near ligh
Written by Yeoman 07-18-2002 12:32 PM
Nope.
First, the World Ship isn't something you just shoot down.
Two, The Dilemma has additional Defenses against this sort of thing. (Ripping throuhg dimensions to either leave this plane, or sending the attack to another plane.
Third. The Dilemma *does* have a pilot. Gir. You'll notice he's been absent from the fights (other than riverdancing with the rest of the brigade, but that was a limit break, and doesn't count). Now, you ever see Kagato try to shoot down a drunken Ryo-ohki? Same concept. Gir is too unpredictable, and uses the power of Parody, thus, he can't be shot down. And even if it was something that could actually hit the ship, the computer has standing orders to leave this dimension.
So, you'll find the Dilemma is still in perfect order.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-18-2002 12:53 PM
the universe designated in by DWFBHs forces variant 987653368228. was not very different from its base line really the Xeelee were at war with the photino birds and where losing. As normal. however they were losing slightly worse, They might not get the ring constructed here and they new it.
This was the perfect place for DWFBhs forces to attempt recruitment.
The ship was new. It gleamed darkly seeming to be a deeper black even than space. Its hull was a version of the GP hulls of the known space puppeteers all weapons were mounted behind this shield. it approached the Xeelee concentration and began hailing.
Eventually the Xeelee responded several hundred night fighters appearing out of the dark. then the ship made effectively the Xeelee an offer they couldn't refuse.
the Dread warlord would get them out of this doomed universe and into another where you could live free of the threat of the photino birds in exchange they would serve him not all the time but when he needed them.
the Xeelee agreed (better serve than to die in a universe where the stars had gone out) and varies magical bindings where set over the agreement.
pretty soon a swarm of gates opened and the Xeelee poured through.
OOC for those of you who don't read Stephan Baxster the Xeelee are a race of culture level entitys. they are the lords of there own universe's barionic life. Unfotuantly for them they are fighting a war with race of dark matter entitys called the photino birds (who wish to burn out the universe suns so they become stable. since the gravity pulses of super novas kill them.) the Xeelee are losing in the books the constructed the ring so they might exit the universe. in this version they couldn't so there only chose is do what DWFBH or die.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-19-2002 06:15 AM
the lensman/mercenary fleet hurled through the cold darkness of space towards earth. a few hours ago frantic signals about massive attacks on earth and Thale (capital world of the second galaxy.)
the fleet approached earth around the world blue globe hung swarms of ships of all sizes bolts of fire occasionally slammed out from the fleet to hammer any ground battery stupid enough to reveal it self.
the lensman/mercenary fleets moved in to engagement range as weapons Fire crossed the void between the to fleet the space behind the lensman aligned fleet began to ripple.
At which point everything went to hell at least from the point of view of the mercs and lensmen.
suddenly space behind them was full of a swarm of ships billions of them small black ships with sycamore seed wings lead by a massive spherical ship of crystal.
the lensman rear guard disintegrated in a storm of star breaker fire as the Xeelee fleet hammered into them.
frantic retreat orders through the lensman fleet chain of command. and most of it vanished in the blue flashes of dimensional drives.
a large group of the combined DW spacy/Xeelee fleet vanished after them.
the rest began to spread through the galaxies, there mission destroy any remaining resistance.
Written by Rimfiztrik 07-19-2002 10:35 AM
Along the outer of the world, on the "side" of the contruct, space shimmered for a moment, bright sparlkes of neotic energy appearing as Rimfiztrik manifested himself. The wall looked perfectly smooth, but he sensed immedietly that it was rotating at several kilometers per second. He dampened his neotic signature, drawing it close around him like a blanket, vanishing from the "radar" of anyone sensitive to such things.
He propelled himself along, quickly catching up to rotational speed, and approaching one of the ship landing pads. Some sort of fighting was going on there.
He felt a sudden surge of "wrongness" near him, and halted his approach as a chaotic green gateway appeared, a hulking figure emerging from it.
It was himself. Or rather, the mirror of himself, as he would have been had his latency veered toward Novahood, rather than a psion.
The Mirror of himself was head and shoulders taller than him, massive muscles practically bursting out of the black clothing that he wore. A head of red hair stood straight out from his head in spikes, waving gently despite the fact that there was no breeze possible in a vacuum. His eyes glowed a dull red, and excess Quantum energy seethed around him in a nimbus. He was only recognizable as Rimfiztrik at all because he had the same face as the much smaller, slender counterpart that floated before him in space.
"Hello, Mirror."
"Hello, Rim."
His mirror said nothing else, only staring at him, unblinking, with an eerie smile on his face. After a moment Rim tentatively went around him, accelerating towards the ledge. He felt the Taint behind him flare as his mirror followed close behind. He was afraid to ask what Mirror-Rim wanted, so he said nothing, only ignoring him, hoping he'd go away.
A flurry of blastfire greeted him as he came over the lip of the ledge and stood on the ringworld for the first time, coming at him in a wave of glowing bolts. He wove and electrokinetic net around himself with a thought, the blasts curving around him and zooming off into space. The assault team already in space was storming through an airlock, engaging troopers within the wall of the Ringworld.
"Why are we wasting time with this?" his Mirror asked.
He turned around, facing his demigod counterpart. "You have a better idea?"
"You don't need to fight your way through. You have power. Use it. We could be on the surface of the ringworld right now, if you so choose. "
He sighed breathlessly in the vacuum. Mirror-Rim was correct, of course. "How will we know where to find FBH?"
"You're the Clairsentient. You tell me."
"Right." he said, shaking his head.
He blinked out of existence, vanishing into the neotic plane, traveling instantly past all the defenses, barriers, and troops to the surface of the ringworld. He'd picked an arbitrary spot, which turned out to be a large expanse of desert.
Far off at the "horizon", which was really the ringworld's wall, he saw a flash of light, and a trail of fire as an object blasted through the atmosphere at speeds so great that it turned the air to plasma. It was his mirror, he realized, indulging in a little mass-destruction by simply blasting his way through the ringworld wall and flying to the new location.
He weathered the shockwaves from his Mirror's abrupt approach, staggering a little. The red-haired Nova smiled at him, laughing a little at his discomfort.
"You know, all the atmosphere is going to spill out into space now. "
"That'll take months, given the size of this construct. Don't worry about it."
"Right."
They stood in awkward silence for a few moments.
"Well, get searching. We've going to have company short, so I'm going to entertain myself. And keep you alive, probably."
"Okay."
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-19-2002 11:09 AM
hostile super humans detected on suface area 675430 close range defenses ineffective....
....deploying additional counter measures, Anti super human pods 899 through 1000 deploy surface area 675430
enemy super human attempting scrying, suppression online.... target identified as nova, load additional cyberkinesis counter measures
structural breach! structural breach! deploy repair teams to sector omicron 99781, deploy escorts to sector omicron 99781....
Written by Rimfiztrik 07-19-2002 12:00 PM
And were smothered.
It was like a massive fog had descended over the neotic plane. Where before he had clarity, now he could only distinctly sense the local area. He could still feel the ringworld, and large details of it, but individual signatures were blurred, smeared and dissolved even as he tried to focus on them. Chaotic, half-formed images swirled in his mind.
"It's going to be tougher to find him than I thought, Mirror."
"Hh." was all his Nova counterpart had to say about that.
He looked over at Mirror-Rim, in time to see him lifting his hand. In the distance several dozen small pod-like vehicles were approaching at high speed. Rimfiztrik squinted at them, altering his eye to see at a great distance, and saw the sleek craft approaching.
He was nearly blinded as a result when the craft opened fire with dozens of heavy EM batteries. The blinding white light flooded the entire area, burning his flesh for the moment before he threw up a photokinetic field that deflected the light away.
The glowing spots on his vision faded as he forced his body to heal, growing new skin and knitting biokinetically knitting his silkworm-fiber clothing back together from the tattered rags that had remained. He stood in a melted crater of glass, the area all around him having been savaged by the assault. He didn't sense the pods anymore, nor did he feel thier assault against his photokinetic field.
"Where did they go?" he asked himself.
He glanced over to see his Mirror. Not a single hair was out of place on his head, he bore no signs of even having noticed the pod's assault, though the ground around him was even more ravaged. The pods had burned an area around him down to the ringworld material, and a cloud of superheated air and vaporized sand was rising up.
Mirror-Rim turned to sneer at him. "I made them go away." he whispered.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-19-2002 12:10 PM
he sent messages to his defences stations in the area.
supress teleportation in area 675430 lock artillery batteries 890082773 through 900000000 on area 675430 load Anti matter munitions continues fire.
Written by The MunchKING
*Sneak attack- KOTR*
*9999*
*8750*
*9999*
*9875*
*8528*
*9821*
*8989*
*8750*
*9999*
*9875*
*8528*
*9821*
*8989*
...... (Compiler's note: repeat 12x)
*Pre-emptive Attack*
*Skull dies*
*45000 EXP*
*25000 GP*
*10 AP*
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-19-2002 12:52 PM
time for personal attention DWFBH decided.
initiate point to point teleportation targets all being except munchking on transport platform 382278999 all beings except munchking on the air ship ledge to random air ship ledges
Written by The MunchKING 07-19-2002 01:11 PM
A CUtscene??
* the giant bot, gorwled, and ate BOB*
Hey, he was a teamate... You weren't supposed to do that!! Let's get him guys!!
*Fight screen*
*After a short Battle*
DANG!!! We lost a charecter permantly!! Let's hope THAT doesn't happen to often... Look!! Up ahead!!
*The MunchKING runs up to the glowing blue oval*
Awwwwwe... YEAH!! We're going to ROCK!!
Written by Trickster God 07-19-2002 03:22 PM
THIS IS DREADWARLORD FBH. ALL UNITS ARE ORDERED TO PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO PHASE WORLD! ALL UNITS ARE ORDERED TO PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO PHASE WORLD!
At this order from their lord and master, the forces which plauged the Lensmen universe began to leave.
Meanwhile, on a cloaked ship from which one could see the whole of the Dread Warlord's forces, Trickster God turned around and smiled to his friends.
Well, that ought to get them out of our hair for a while. Hopefully the fleet and cosmo knights waiting to ambush them should whittle them down to size.
OOC: Illusion Mastery lets me fool every form of perception, including sensors and sensory powers. And the DWFBH should be too busy dealing with those invading his base to notice what's happened in the Lensmen universe until some time has passed.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-20-2002 02:53 AM
"all ships all ships return to the lensman universe do not exept any order not accompanyed by [hyper complex code sequence] destroy all resistance "
Written by Rimfiztrik 07-19-2002 03:43 PM
Nova-Rim turned to gaze upon his lesser incarnation. The psion-doppleganger of him looked worried, emotions plagued his face and his pupils dialed in fear. Sometimes he couldn't stand his counterpart's presence. The creature was everything that he'd left behind when he'd begun perfecting himself as a Nova, as apparently becoming a Psion did nothing to get rid of the flaws of humanity. He shook his head.
"We're in trouble."
"You're in trouble."
"Right... well, I'm having trouble teleporting. We're about to get hammered by something really bad..."
Nova-Rim's chiseled, inhumanly perfect features turned and gazed at the sky. He percieved that thousands of antimatter packets were about to be dropped on thier position.
"The fool. He's going to rip his own ringworld apart trying to kill us."
"Well...even so, he's going to kill us."
Nova-Rim sighed. "Think outside the box, Rim."
"Th... oh, right. I would have thought of that."
Rimfiztrik, the lesser one, held up his fist. A crackling blue gateway sprang to life, opening to a spot on the other side of the ringworld. He stepped through, letting it snap shut behind him. Next to him, he saw Nova-Rim step through a chaotic green vortex of Quantum energies.
Up on the horizon, where the ringworld became a line leading up into the sky, a brilliant flare appeared, flashing for a few moments,and faded. In it's place was a brilliant yellow fireball that slowly expanded, taking chunks of ringworld-material with it.
Nova-Rim began lecturing. "The shearing stresses that have resulted from the destruction of that part of the ring are going to tear the entire construct apart. We've got a few minutes before the tremors running through the structure reach our position. FBH has done most of our work for us."
"He's going to run."
"Of course he's going to run. Now all we've got to do is watch, and follow him."
"Right. Meanwhile, however, the systems of the ring are going to keep trying to kill us."
"I'm not worried. I don't suffer from mortality the way you do."
"Thanks alot."
Nova-Rim was about to say something else, probably rather condescending, to his counterpart. He was interrupted, however, by the incredible noise produced from the structure of the ringworld stretching and the ground erupting all around them from the construct self-destructing.
The ring began peeling away into space, sections breaking off as the momentum from the ring's rotation and it's immense mass combine to deform it and destroy it. With a gap in the ring caused by the antimatter shelling... the ring's perfect shape was broken, and it began to straighten out as outward momentum did its work. Gale-force winds blew as the atmosphere spilled out into the vacuum, glowing fragments of artificial dirt, ringworld structure, and other things were superheated by the shockwaves that resulted when part of the ringworld flexed and shook like gigantic rubber bands.
Nova-Rim laughed as the environment around him turned to hell, floating unharmed and invincible amidst the raging tempest. His counterpart vanished in the shimmer of another psionic gateway, this one taking him out into space several million kilometers away from the doomed artifical world, where he could survive.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-20-2002 03:29 AM
didn't mean that to happen he thought.
got to remember the shields on this thing don't come right down the the ground like the real one.
the floor ring shuddered under him.
less thought more action[/I]
computer insate emergency proceeder 001
Around the hole in the ring the air (or what was left of it shimmered) field of pseudo soilded force snapped from both sides of the disintgrating ring holding it togher so the rings own rotation didn't rip it to pieces. other field pulled back as much atmosphere from space as they could then swarms of craft desend on the hole and material flooting in space around it. The bit hannging in space where pulled back to the Gap where they were fixed back into the rings stucture more repair units and material began to gate in as the two Rims watched the breach began to grow smaller its edges green with nano lathing.
the world now not in imment danager of falling down round his ears DWFBH turned his attention to the cause of the problem.
stirke group ten find and TERMINATE the psion and nova
If I survive this I maybe i should threaten rune as an encore
OOC strike group ten is
2 fourth empire parasite battle cruisers
40 fighters
40 nova elite mercs
100 power armor clad marines.
Written by Yeoman 07-19-2002 05:26 PM
Gir: YES, SIR!
With that, Gir's eyes and chest plate switched to red, and did not switch back. He's hands moved quickly across the controls, casuing the DIlemma to spin troughout space, firing all weapons into the sourrounding fleet, causing massive damage.
Written by The Great Gumbo 07-19-2002 08:07 PM
Warning; a unknown presence has been detected approximately four hundred yards in front of you.
I don't see anything; but I kind of hear something.
Dust spirals into the air; wind breaks and Billy Ray soundly bounces off several walls.
Something's on my face...oh, its my own blood.
Broong, boong, bing....krunk; cr#$ something keeps beatin the ever lovin crap out of me.
Da#$...groin shot...blacking out must..resist..resist the urge..to puke...
Okay enough of this.
Power surges in the circuits of his armor and every offensive weapon is activated at once.
Eat this Chump!!!!!
Several small missles are launched, heat and cold beams activated; electro-blast turned on and sent out.
Ronk, smash, crash....duroong, well that was the wrong thing to do now its extremely miffed at me.
Eye's won't stop blinking for some reason....
Billy begins to float in the air as his unseen opponent lifts him up and begins to crush him in a bear hug.
Da#$...I puked
Written by The MunchKING 07-19-2002 08:11 PM
BACK off him foo, he's a teammate!!
*Flare*
*The monster whithered under the blast releasing Billy ray*
*5999*
You OK billy?? Do TekHeal to your self...
*Merton*
*9999*
Written by The Great Gumbo 07-19-2002 08:18 PM
Walking over to the smoldering pieces of "Unseen" on the ground billy picks up a few, puts them in some plastic bags and drops them in his book bag.
Never know, some scientist might want to buy pieces of this guy for studying.
Written by The MunchKING 07-20-2002 10:54 AM
Right up here, should be...
A DEAD END???
*They were at a dead end with a treasure box. The MunchKING opened it.*
A button??
*He pushs the button, A distant THUD is heard. When he removes his finger the Thud is heard again...*
Cleever... A button puzzle.
* he reaches in his inventory and pulls out the ROCK they had found earlier.*
*Placing it on the button the door THUDS open once again.*
AlRIGHT!! this way!!
And team 3 rushed deeper into the lair...
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-20-2002 11:01 AM 07-20-2002 11:42 AM
as team three move deeping into the complex the come apon a huge hall with pillars.
some where. Larnlith smiled to her self her prey where in sight she sighted her sniper rifles carfully on the primary targets head and prepeared to fire.
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munchking boarded the train and after a small amount of messing around found out how to make it move down the tube. pretty soon the train was running along the track at around mach 12.
(Cut scene kicks in)
the Delniran N-8000 was in many ways the most advanced single seat fighter craft in the multiverse. It was equipped with every device for defenses and offense that the Delniran (a culture level society ) could come up with. the sleek manta shaped craft plunged out of near space behind the train missiles cross instantly from the ship reducing the train to spinning ruins. as munchking pulled him self from the trains remains a second craft hovered over the train. this was a Delniran F-7800 a fighter transport craft. From the small ship a dozen forms in Thin spiky some what biological looking power armor. (OOC imagine something that looks like a cross between a war hammer 40K tyranid and a bubble gum crisis hard suit)
"guess what? " the lead figure said in an alien but still defiantly female voice. we're going to kill you.
(OOC this group are going to be a lot harder to kill than skull (who was as I said a wannabe) first of they get to attack first (which they will with plasma beams doing 1000 damage each after your armor ) also after each of your attacks they heal 4000 damage and counter attack with another plasma beam.
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else where
Team one stood on the roof At some what of a loss there fearless leader wasn't there and they had killed all the immediate bad guys. suddenly there was a hum and a huge air ship armed to the teeth appeared over the ledge missiles and gun fire swiped across the ledge as the air ship racked it with fire. The team scrambled for cover.
Written by Mr.Sandman 07-20-2002 04:45 PM
Limit Break Level 4!!!
(Suddanly, PD gates open all over the outside of the ship. Just inside each opening a huge cannon appears and Fires a powerful energy beam.)
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(The Ship fall to the the ground and explodes)
100 000 XP
10 000 GP
10 AP
Seth: Oh Yeah!
Written by The Great Gumbo 07-20-2002 10:14 PM
So..uh...Muchinking what happened to Scorpion13 and Jango?
Written by The MunchKING 07-20-2002 10:19 PM
Written by Trickster God 07-22-2002 05:49 AM
Unfortunately for them, that's just what the Lensmen-Mercenary forces were anticipating. When the fleet arrived, they found themselves in the midst of some of the most powerful weapons of mass destruction the Lensmen and the Khazan Mercenaries had access to. Weapons which detonated, activated, and fired into and among the surprised ships, doing untold amounts of devestation the Dread Warlord's forces.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-22-2002 08:13 AM
"as we suspected " the fleet command mind sent to its sub commanders. " it was a trap doesn't matter MDBVs can be replaced. you may all launch when read."
A universe is a big place its impossible to shield all of it so all that the massive war fleet of DWFBH needed to do was to jump in from another dimension way way from any populated area.
they did. with the addition of the Xeelee Dread warlord FBH had one of the biggest armadas every seen. over a hundred trillion vessals were now moving towards the lensman galaxys it wasn't going to be a long fight.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-22-2002 08:08 AM
It appeared to be dread warlord FBH but semi transparant.
"greetings . There is no point in attacking this is a mere puppet of force through which I speak. I'm here to offer you a job. I don't expect you to except but I will offer. I offer you each anything you want, short of my death or ruin, if you will work for me. it would be such a waste to destroy you though it is certainly within my power. "
Written by Yeoman 07-22-2002 09:45 AM
LEVEL 3 LIMIT BREAK: HAPPY LUNCHTIME SPECIAL!!
Gir comes out, giggles maniaclly at them. Then Galactus appears, holding a giant can of Bud. He grabs them and eats them. Instant kill.
Enimies destroyed.
50,000 GP
60,000 Exp
20 AP
Level Up.
Level 4 Limit Break The Eye of God Blinks Learned.
Written by Rimfiztrik 07-22-2002 05:39 PM
He waited a few minutes, and no fighters or pursuit-craft came after him. Most likely, they hadn't been able to track him, as he'd dampened and subdued his own Psi-signature to almost nothing.
Photokinetically cloaking himself, he started towards the Ringworld again, silent, invisible, with a plan this time.
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He was like unto a God.
Nova-Rim hovered over the scorched, damaged section of ringworld which he'd picked to make a stand. High-energy plasma surrounded him, crackling furiously, so bright that it was impossible to look upon him directly. The shattered, slagged debris of fighter craft surrounded him. Charred bodies of Novas lay on the ground, many only tattered skeletons. A handful of the Elites were still mobile, crawling along, feebly blasting at him with thier puny Quantum Bolts and powers. He shrugged them off, ignoring thier paltry assaults, merely raising his fists to the heavens and letting out a shout of joy.
He was supreme. And he was having fun.
Reaching out with his will, he ripped the information he needed from thier minds, and boiled thier brains within thier skulls with but a whim. Superheated air streamed around him, blowing his hair into vertical disarray. Unable to resist, he let out a howl of maniacal laughter, his flawlessly chiseled face transformed into a frightening rictus grin of shining, perfectly straight teeth.
Moving off at hypersonic speeds, he streaked *towards* the next wave of units that FBH had dispatched after him. He was having fun, and there was much do to.
Written by DREADWARLORDFBH 07-23-2002 11:04 AM
the command center was light by another flare of light as the Nova blasted through the next wave of attacks.
"yes my lord" the most skilled of the mages in attendance acted as spokesman. " the next convergence is not for another 1000 year. its now or never."
"oh well, its only a few weeks... who am I to object to the next phase of my god hood? you may begin" the dread warlord asked.
"thank you my lord " the mages began to chant and Dread warlord FBH activated a set of magic's bound with in the ring world.
Nova Rim came to a halt as he felt a wave of quantum disturbance run all around him. Some how he felt this was just the tip of the iceberg the mere surface of a much large disturbance which he could see only as it affected his environment.
the strike team slammed through another group of guards. suddenly those who had more than human sense felt something strong magic was in used. then the world went white.
To Rim GIR and the Prometheus the entire ring world including its defense grid suddenly seemed to vanish In a flash of white energy. Leaving the stunned strike team members hanging in space fortunately for them they where immediately picked up by there ships.
As soon as every one had got there bearings attempts where made to track the ring world these failed utterly.
Eventually the strike team departed. they where sure DWFBH would resurface when he did they would be ready.
OOC Ok i'm going on holiday. see you all in two weeks
Written by Yeoman 07-23-2002 05:22 PM
CBY: Well, I've got better things to do than hang around, Munchy, I'm going to try and contact Tanith for a little plan of mine, you want to come along?
Written by The MunchKING 07-24-2002 11:38 AM
*Group 1 arrivd at a small door off-set from the rest o the complex*
He's right in here... You guys equiped wih your best gear??
*They burst in the room, fight and destroy FBH. Dozens of KotR, Lots of Laser bolts, and a few cameos by Galaticus were emptied into FBH before h'd inally admit he was dead... Now they could move on. But Suddenly the building be gan to rumble, crumbl an fall!!*
This world was an extension of his power!! Now that he's DEAD, It's collapsing!! Let's GO!!
*all the MunchKINGs Teleport thier respective groups out and back to the YvtW dimensions*
Written by Z-man 07-24-2002 03:03 PM
Holo-Gir: Doom, dom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom.
DWFBH: ARRRRRGGHHH!!!!!!!!
But his cries echo out into oblivion, for he has sealed off this universe from everyone and everything. He is stuck in here as much as the Holo-Gir is.
Compiler's Note: After waiting for a few days, everyone got bored waiting for FBH to come back and continue the story. So they just declared him dead. When he returned, FBH didn't complain too much about it, so DWFBH's death offscreen became canon.
