NationStates Jolt Archive

Pvt. Erik Johansen looked out over the walls of Eisenherz to the jungle beyond. Something stirred there. He could read the movements of the jungle by now, and not all the movements were natural.

Looking down at his boots for a moment he shivered though not from the cold wind that swept the walls this late at night. Talons and fangs flashed before his eyes as he recalled the nightmares of last night.

The beast turned and slashed with a brown-black claw, eviscreating the soldier before he could react. The muzzle raised and light flashed as the heavy rounds tore the creature to shreds. The gunner laughed - harsh and surreal - then suddenly it cut out in a gurgling scream as a talon burst through his chest.

Erik turned and brought his rifle up, but the thing was already at his throat. He pulled the trigger instinctively as the hot maw closed over his face. He could feel the fangs sink into his face and...

Eric shook his head - it would do him no good to be distracted. If they were out there he would have to be ready.

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"That's four patrols this month. Add the convoy and we are looking at more losses this month than in the last six. Something is happening Your Majesty."

Katrina Eisenherz sat on the black throne in the center of the stone fortress that dominated the city and formed a menacing crown to the only city on Delta Zeta IV.

"Then find out. Send out more patrols until someone survives. We have men - use them General. Or I'll find someone willing to."

General Vulfburg paled - he was young, and the reason why most of the generals were young was well known. The lithe Empress who now loungued on the throne in an outfit that belonged in the bedroom had killed most of them herself. Unless they had volunteered to lead suicide missions to regain her graces. Only one had returned, and his skeleton still hung from the fortress gates after he had dared to suggest she had been wrong to question his survival.

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OOC: If you wish to participate please realize that this is meant to be a story of harrowing and narrow survival against the odds. There is no room for uber-characters unless they die bravely. Space travel is required to reach Delta Zeta IV, but you don't need to bring an army. Think of this as a war rp where you play the opponent - the opponent in this case are Tyranids/Zerg.

Hessinger was in his quarters when he was interrupted by General Roe.

"There is something going on in TIB, the nation, some wierd incidents in the jungle, possible new species, could be a threat. Should we assist them in their troubles?" spoke Roe

"I would say so. Wohlstand Elites might be an overkill, however, Red Berets, they would work, am I correct?" spoke back Hessinger

"Yes, how many shall we send?" questioned Roe

"Send in 10 of them, thats all we should need if other foriegn forces are going to be there." answered Hessinger

"Very well" said Roe, as he walked out of the quarters, and into the War Room. The Red Berets are to be delivered using a modified Dropship Red Hawk, immediately to Delta Zeta IV. All that awaits is verification of landing into Delta Zeta IV by TIB.

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Comrade Hessinger
National Military Commander of the Triunal Wohlstand Republic
First Socialist Labor Party Congress of Wohlstand
"When you kill a man, the only thing you should feel is the recoil"

On Tor Yvresse, the movement of the great devourer was always of concern. One craftworld had almost died to the Devourer, and the Eldar would never allow that to happen again. They had lost track of one of the many off shoots of the latest Hive Fleet to ravage the Galaxy, and they had to locate it quickly.

Small fireteams where being dispatched to the possible locations of the Fleet, small and woefully underpowered. They where not going to fight the Devourer, nor would they send more forces once the Horde had been located. They went for one purpose, to find the data, and secure the knowledge for the Council. If others should die against the Swarm so be it, the Kionash did not care.

And so the small group of Aspect warriors came to small world of Mon-Keigh escorting the Warlock, they hung out of range of the surface, and waited looking for signs of Mon-Keigh shipping, if they located it, it would be a simple matter for the modified Vampire Fighter that would take them to the surface, to mimic the shape of the Mon-Keigh. Then all that would remain would be to slip onto the surface and see if indeed this world was where the missing Tyranid's where located.

OOC: TIB is modern tech - it's a lost colony. You'll need to initiate contact somehow since they don't have anything other than dirtside radar. You don't have to though - you can just tell the story of their arrival on the planet. Just imagine TIB as a neo-fascist lost colony who wear a lot of black and like to execute their own people for minor failures.

IC:

Dents formed in the sides of the tank as whatever was outside pounded at it. The attack had been sudden - the crew didn't know what it was except that it could bend a steel tank hull in.

'Crump!'

The second tank in the convoy exploded behind them and they could hear shrapnel rain down on the top of their tank. Minutes ago it had felt like a bastion against whatever was out there - now it felt like a trap. The driver looked at the hatch above him and started scrambling at the catch.

"Drive you fool! We will die here if you don't!"

The commander drew his pistol and put it to the driver's head.

"One, two...."

The tank shot forward just as a claw punched through the hatch and narrowly missed the commander. It was yanked out - the hatch ripping free on the barbed claw of the huge beast.

"Gunner - turn and fire to the rear!"

The commander scrambled up through the now open hatch and a moment later a long burst of heavy machine gun fire could be heard as well as a roaring yell. The turret slowly traversed until it was facing backward and the gunner fired, reloaded, and fired again. He expected to hear shouted ordered over the roar of the engine but the commander was silent.

"Sir - are we safe? Sir?"

The gunner reached over and grabbed the commander's pant leg. It was a slight tug, but enough to pull the corpse down into the crew compartment. Guts spilled all over the driver as the cleanly severed trunk tumbled toward him. He paniced and killed the engine. Suddenly all was silent except for the 'Rrrrr' sound as he tried to restart it. The gunner grabbed a sub-machine gun and pointed it through the open hatch.

It did not waver until the engine restarted and the tank tore up the road to the city.

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OOC: Before anyone complains, I revived this old nation after it got deleted. In Dannelands RP history it has been ruled by Kerrigan and the Zerg. Though, if you feel that this isnt what you want, just ignore this post.


IC:


Kerrigan stood silent and looked at her minions, the anger reached her mind again and the creatuers around her could notice it.
Once, she had ruled zillions of creatuers, now she was only but a remnant queen, a few thousand creatuers.
But then she smiled, they had evoled since last.

She had been deserted on this god forsaken planet after fleeing earth, crashed down with some of her minions.
Her head turned around and looked back at what was growing behind her.
Kerrigans eyes were joyfull.. soon, not to long from now. This planet would be hers, and so would the revenge.

The jungle around her screamed with all the ambiet noice as the Hydralisks made way through it, another attack, another victory.



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The Zergling, wounded when the tank had drivven of and ripped of its leg made a scream as three others ran out of the jungle, and passed him. The wounded made its way, as good as it could into the jungle and to Kerrigan.

The three had evolved since they were first sighted, on this planet they had grown stronger, faster, more shielded.. and most important of all, smarter.
Though Kerrigans Zerg were not born as fast in the past, they were stronger. That was what made the difference.

They ran over the open ground towards the Tank, the gunner, first stunned by what came at him pressed the trigger and roared "DRIIIIVEEE!"
Bullets came flying at the Zerglings wich strafed from side to side, they had learned.


OOC: The Iron Bitch .As I said, if you dont like it, just ignore it.

OOC: Don't mind as long as you do a good job. A little bird told me some other Zerg/Tyranid/Etc players were going to get involved. This isn't strict RP - you can write losses into a post as long as it's reasonable (at least for TIB) and it's not a thread ending story. That's mine alone to decide on and write.

OOC: great :) and well, about the losses. Im a regular RPer at http://boards.theforce.net , and posting other peoples damage usually aint allowed. Just a bad habit :P

There was something... Something ancient. Something which was forgotten by history itself. Nothing that would have known them, known why they are is alive anymore, their very existence is unknown even to their offshoots, descendants. Forgotten by all, even time itself, they lived their secluded lives here.

For millennia they have been there, stranded. How they ever came there is unknown, they do not care. No one does. They had returned to the ways of times past and had been quite content with the flow of things. Survival came first. Many millennia of war ensued, but their nomadic societies thrived. The local ecosystem was ravaged by the new species and almost everything there changed as time progressed. The planet itself became more hostile, but they still were able to control vast parts of it. It was their horrid territoriality that made this the only option for them. Their own kin were their worst enemy, and during these times of seclusion they evolved with the planet. They are quite not what they used to be.

But then came something unexpected. Aliens. Sentient aliens. From the sky. A threat that would have to be dealt with before they would multiply too much. Their hate towards each other would have to be left behind, but this had happened only in the ancient legends almost forgotten. Their instincts told them to strike those beings down, and that they would do. They had finally found a reason to unite.

It took quite some time for them to actually succeed in this project of theirs, as their hate towards each other was almost too strong to overcome, but it soon became evident that their hate towards the newcomers was even greater, greater than anything else. They would not rest until those aliens have been exterminated.

And thus it began.

The hull of the Red Hawk Dropship heated up, meaning that they were entering the atmosphere. Squad Leader Daniel Trenskov sat there, thinking about what they were getting into. He knew his squadmates probably had the same thing on their mind, and probably did not want to be ordered around or talked to, as they were all nervous.

The hull began to cool down. They were now in the sky, as the pilot messaged through his radio, trying to make any contact with anyone who might live in the jungles below. The Red Hawk remaing above the clouds, still trying to make radio contact, going straight forward, keep their elevation, as they moved forward.

OOC: Tyranids/Zerg... hell yes,I'm getting involved. Sound like a good place for my version of an Ordo Xenos Kill Team! For info. my army looks like a Tau Army, but its humans under the armour. I use good odl fashioned bullets for weaponry. This one is for TIB, do you run, roughly an Imperial Guard level army. (For those of you who don't know what tau or imperial guard are... don't worry, and look into getitng into Warhammer 40k.)

IC: Director Varrsch read his summary of reports for the day. As director of the Ordo Xenos, he was kept well on top of unusual situations involving aliens. This time one caught his attention.

Report of Odd activity in the Delta Zeta System.

Director Varrsch,

It has come to my attention that a number of occurences in the Delta Zeta system may merit further investigation. My intelligence teams report, attacks by strange creatures. They do not use weaponry, and instead attack as animals. There have been appearances by several alien groups, including the Eldar of Tor Yvresse. I believe that this situation may be most applicable to your mission.

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Varrsch put down the report. It had to be Tyranids! Barring that Zerg! Either way this was not a situation that the HIgh Dominion could Afford to leave alone. Varrsh began giving out orders.

2 hrs. later, a single Battlestar Imperion left its station at Macragge Fortress. On it was an Ordo Xenos Kill Team, 100 men and their equipment. The ship would arrive at Delta Zeta IV in 30 hrs.

In Tyranor Nebula, Near Delta System
The Sensor Frigate Farsight and its escort Destroyer, the Gladius, hung in the nebula, their cloaks always running. Similar to a drive field, they held just outside of normal phasing, barely noticable. They could not shoot, but they could scan, and that was their purpose. The Farsight panned the heavens, scanning at ranges of three systems in depth. Now its sensor banks turned to TIB, as ships began to arrive, in trickles and then droves. This was very interesting indeed...

"Captain? Any clue?" The Gladius Commander asked.

Mueller thought for a second. "Not in the least, not from this range... Why would all these space faring races suddenly come crashing down on some pre-stellar society?"

"A weapon sir? A crash?"

"Perhaps... there's been a lot of combat down there, but we can't get a fix... maybe something else came first..."

"Hostile race, sir?"

"Quite possible. We should investigate."

"Yes, sir."

The two ships moved into the system, still cloaked. They set up between the planet and the moon, at the centerpoint, rather than in planetary orbit, and they turned the Farsight's immense scanners upon the planet and the other ships. They said nothing, made no agressive moves, did nothing to reveal their presence. But they listened to every transmission, registered every ship, and they watched the planet with growing unease. What are those things? Perhaps something would have to be done...

OOC: Well...obviously I won't be reprising my role as the ever not-so(in)famous Commander Stark. So, lets see, nine troopers and some civvies on a drive cutter...navigation screw up...there you go. So...let's get it on.

IC: Captain Derik Tanner, Revenian Armed Forces, was cleaning the barrel of his SR-24 Combat Rifle. The Drive Cutter hovered in drivespace, and Tanner was attempting to keep himself amused. He was failing. He looked around. The cutter was pretty cramped, just himself and eight other grunts, four civvies, and the pilot and navigator.

Tanner sighed, and withdrew the cleaning rod from his weapon, and set the rifle down across his legs. It probably saved his life. The Drive Cutter was flung about like a rag doll in a hurricane, Tanner was thrown against the wall, he blacked out.

Light was painful to Tanner’s eyes, but he forced them open anyway. The visor of his Commo helmet was up, and he saw bodies strewn around the interior of the cutter. He felt around his rifle, and his hand touched its pistol grip, he retrieved it, and hugged it possessively. A voice cut through his reverie.

“Hey Cap, everybodies okay, but we got shot out of drivespace. Lucky for us, we know where we are. Commander Stark mapped this system, there’s a wog city or something on one of the planets. Carson, that’s the navigator, he’s getting’ the High Drive workin’ again. The ID is shot though.”

Tanner recognized the voice as that of Second Lieutenant Erin De’Valoran, of the ever expanding House De’Valoran. Tanner nodded, and stood. As he did so, he heard a whoop of victory coming from the engine compartment, and somebody screamed out “THE HIGH DRIVE’S UP, GIVE IT GAS VINCENT!”

Tanner felt no sense of motion, but he knew they were moving nonetheless. Now, exactly how they were gonna make a landing on a planter, when they didn’t have ID, well, that wasn’t his problem. He glanced around, and snapped off an order, “Alright people, Armor Up. Looks like we’ll be planetside in a few minutes.”

That was what was strange, they were almost to the planet, it should have been impossible to make starrise this close into a system, but somehow, it’d happened. Tanner shook himself from his thoughts, and began to slip into his armor. The Marauder Armor was a nice piece of work, Sculpted Iridium and Carbonate Fiber gave excellent protection against damn anything anybody thought to fire at them.

The other troopers were armored up by the time the cutter entered the atmosphere. The High Drive cut out, and they were gliding. The High Drive ate up atmosphere like a starving quaven, and it was almost suicide to use one in an atmosphere. Luckily, the Cutter -could- glide.

The civvies were in soft E-Suits, it wouldn’t do much, but it was better than nothing. The pilots both wore Hard E-Suits, didn’t protect as well as Tanner’s armor, but there wasn’t a whole lot that did. The navigator, Carson, he was an ex-marine, and the way he held his autoflechette shotgun, well, Tanner knew the man could use it.

Out of the eight other troopers, four were Marauders from his last command. Lt. De’Valoran was his exec, they’d served together for a while now. The other three were also from Tanner’s last command. Out of the other grunts, three were tankers, and they wore battle armor, instead of Marauder Armor. The last one, well, that was Lance Sgt. Karl Trant.

Tanner braced himself, as did the others. The Pilot fired the reserve manuevering thruster, at a calculated time, so they’d finish off the fuel when they hit the ground. He felt the descent slow. Tanner mumbled a few words of prayer to the nameless patron of damn near everything, and he closed his eyes.
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The landing was a good one, well executed. That cutter wasn’t ever gonna fly again, though. Tanner had seen to it that every last bit of useful equipment had been stripped from the damned thing before they’d left it, though. Tanner had his rifle slung over his right shoulder, but his right hand rested on his holstered RevTek FS-2. The Flechette Pistol was ideal for duty on planets like this, very little could survive one shot from one of its Flechette rounds.

The party was armored, Six Marauder Suits, three suits of Battle Armor, Two Hard E-Suits and four Soft E-Suits. They were armed, four rifles, three autoflechettes, one sniper rifle, and two smgs. Every person carried a sidearm and a melee weapon as well. Most importantly though, the party had Captain Derik Tanner in command.

Tanner was known among the corps as a lucky CO, he brought his men back. He damn well planned to do it again this time, even it he had to blow through every single damned wog on the whole damned planet to do it. ‘side, Tanner had Lance Sgt. Karl Trant, the most decorated sniper in the whole damned Revenian Armed Forces. The man was a god with a sniper rifle, hell, he was the -only- combat sniper Tanner’d ever met.

That meant that he could fight, as well as snipe. Which was a rare thing, anyways. Usually, with snipers, they got one shot. If they screwed it, then you got to fire back. With Trant, well, first off, he didn’t miss. And second off, well, the man was certified Lethal with more weapons than Tanner knew existed.

Tanner sighed, and mumbled, “Booster, Overlay Map, ten percent mask.”

He studied the map as he moved, the party was making good time, they should be within spitting distance of the wog city in a day. In the meantime, Tanner, and every other grunt in the party, were gonna be on peak, every single damned second. They didn’t know what the hell was out there, but they were pretty damned sure, that if they could see it, they could kill it.

And if it had existed, he could damn well see it.

They trekked on.

Hmm Backwards for the Mon-Keigh Excellent, we shall remain unnoticed, definite signs of a struggle, bares further investigation. with that thought the Warlock in charge of this mission had unknowingly condemned his men and himself to death... Although it would be sometime before that event.

'Take her in, Image seletion in progress, when we enter the atmosphere select a Fighter or other aircraft as the image. Avoid the main points of civilisation for now, take us in.

Rapidly the Vampire began it's entrance into the atmosphere, onboard her the Eleven Eldar and Pilot waited, Although it's entrance intothe atmosphere would be obvious that much had been taken of by the Holo-Matrix. An asteroid was all it appeared to be, even disintergrating in the heat of the atmosphere. Then after a brief while an explosion as the last of the Meteor burnt up. Ten minutes later a new craft appeared in the skys near the location, of fairly normal and dull design it moved across the skys and away from the cities of the surface. Then after an hour or so seemed to devolp engine trouble and land in the Wilderness.

The Kionash hoped that they had remained un-noticed, and maybe to the Mon-Keigh they had, but the Mon-Keigh where not going to be the problem on this world, and even as they exited the Vampire (Harlequin Class) and secured the perimater something from watched hidden and noted their presence. Feeding the information higher up to the greator whole. Then as the orders filitered back down from the Hive mind it backed away. No movement yet, the prey could still escape them, no for now they would watch and wait till they could not escape...

OOC: I personally run Tau and Eldar - but you could think of the Eisenherz as a Guard style force, yes. Just remember this folks: I want to see death, gore, etc. Survivors are possible, but don't think probable. DZ4 is a Deathworld where even the trees will eat the unwary.

As far as RPing casualties for TIB I give open permission to do so - TIB is not my main nation and is intended as a punching bag/stress relief.

IC:

Dozens of the creatures burst into the limited kill zone the soldiers had managed to carve out of the forest - a scant hundred meters to the walls. The crews manning the guns lost twenty meters of that reacting.

"Attack! Sound the alarm! Fire damn you!"

The captain of the position screamed at the crews manning the machine guns and flame throwers on this section of the walls. Many were still stunned, though two started firing wildly into the onrushing wave of scaled death. He thought he could hear the heavy smack of bullets hitting the creatures and here and there one fell. More replaced it though - and just along this section of the wall.

'Like they are being...' the captain thought until the realization hit him.

"Battery 14 - this is section 27. I want airburst 100 meters into the forest ASAP!"

He turned and picked up a rifle - they would need every hand now. The creatures were at the base of the wall, and he leaned over to drop a grenade. It went off with a crump seconds later sending body parts flying away from the thick walls.

"More grenades!"

He picked up four more from the case at the base of the wall and dropped them over. Then one was over the wall. It leapt from the top of the wall onto the back of a soldier who was about to drop a pair of grenades over - he screamed and held onto them long enough to detonate in a shower of entrails and bone as both he and the creature disappeared. The other soldiers had dived aside - they scrambled to their feet and began to use their bayonets on the creatures as they topped the wall.

The situation was a blur of swinging rifled and rending talons for the next minute until a dull 'crump' from the forest alerted the captain to the incoming artillery. He shot the next creature over the wall in the 'face' and watched as the wave of creatures suddenly paused. The soldiers fought back, finally clearing their positions with the help of reinforcements. Flame throwers gouted to life as the machine guns started to pick off individuals.

Looking around the position the captain smiled - his men had fought them off. He folded his arms across his chest, but quickly raised one hand to his face - blood. He looked down and saw for the first time the gaping wound across his abdomine. Opening his mouth to shout for a medic he collapsed to wake hours later in the hospital.

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*Gzzerr. Kkrreett gaarzrt...*

"Try adjusting the modulation..."

'Unknown colony, this is the Wohstand ship...'

"Quick - summon the General!"

A landing was quickly arranged - the Eisenherz could use any air support they could get. Their own air power was a few simple propeller aircraft and a relic helicopter.

More intruders. Those insolent fools should be exterminated with everyone, everything else. All of them. But first to begin with the weak, unshielded ones. Their fortress was too well defended at the moment... And the beings were not dumb enough to attempt attacking it quite yet. Time was on their side, and the aliens would die, in the end.

A group of... Bipedal beings... With things that looked like weapons, and their unnatural appearance would suggest... Armor. Unless they are not alive. They were obviously different than the ones they had seen before. No matter. They would die in an instant, no matter what they are. They would know fear before their deaths, yes. Ambushes would be set. The beings knew this planet, their planet, and no one would take it from them.

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They waited. They waited for the aliens to come into range. With this many of them, those intruders would not stand a chance. No matter what they have. No matter what they are. They were closing in... Did they really think they would survive this jungle? No matter what they think, they would soon realize that it was the worst choice of their lives. And the last one as well.

It was time. They had been able to determine almost perfectly where their prey would go. Towards the fortress. They would never reach it. Their tentacles writhed with anticipation... And then they struck, not showing their bodies. They would rip them apart with sheer power.

There was a horrendeous scream... Very soon after that gigantic, brownish, clawed tentacles flew towards the group from all sides out of nowhere, trying to hit, strangle and crush anything in their paths in a pattern that seemed almost chaotic, but it was not... To the beings themselves, it was almost an art in its perfection.

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It came clear to them that the other aliens would have to be dealt with in a more direct manner. They seemed to be staying near to their... Encampment. No matter. They would die, just like the other ones. The jungle would cover their dead bodies. They would now wait, but not for long.

As even more of those beings came, they had surrounded the unsuspecting intruders. Yes, everything was set now. They would be struck down, and they would never know what hit them. The beings would attack openly.

After a horrifying battlecry they attacked from the relative safety of the jungle. As they emerged from all the sides of the encampment, it became perfectly clear that these horrible beasts were no Tyranids, but no one would know it. They would attempt to rip everyone and everything to pieces as they attacked in a bloodlusted frenzy, or so it seemed...

His motion alarm tripped, and his head turned. He saw the..thing, there was no better word for it...thank god for the image enhancing capabilities of his visor. No tactics, but what did he expect. His rifle was off it's sling, and Derik Tanner was tracking. Spurred by the captain's action, the others had their weapons out. Just in time, in Carson's case.

The Navigator fired his Autoflechette into the aliens guts, thousands of tiny needles shredded the being to all hells. The navigator walked a burst down the side of the path they tredded, sending ten shells out...the needles shredded everything. Everything.

2nd Lieutenant Erin De'Valoran braced her rifle to her shoulder and fired a round into one of the aliens, the cyan streak of the discharged bolt was blacked out by her visor, but nothing could survive the kind of kinetic death one of these rifles was capable of dealing out.

Nothing organic anyways.

Lance Sgt. Karl Trant spun about, his chainblade buzzed as he sliced through a tentacle. The Chainblade was a gauntlet model, attached to his left forearm. In his right hand, he held a stub-barreled Autoflechette.

He fired one-handed into another beast, shredding it. These needles could penetrate 1mm of steel when dropped from ten inches. Against organics, it was slaughter.

Despite the skill of the Marauders, two of the four Civilians were killed. Their soft E-Suits weren't armored, they weren't able to get out of the way. They died. Their supplies and sidearms would go to the tankers.

Tanner cut loose with his right Wrist Flamer, the volatile liquid sprayed out like hell cut loose, lighting the vegetation in a mighty bonfire. Then they ran.

They ran like hell, reloading as they went. The sharp eye of Karl Trant saved more than a few lives during that retreat, as he summarily executed a few more pursuers. Not much could survive a round from Trant's Autoflechette, and he hadn't even unslung his rifle.

Still, two casualties was bad when you only had fifteen people. Real bad.
Tanner grumbled, and the Marauders bunched up around the civvies, and they moved quickly. They made even better time than before.

One thing could be said about those civvies, clutching their slugthrowers. Fear gave them wings.


Edit: AHEM! ATTENTION EVERYBODY ELSE...

I'M SORRY TO MY DEAR CTHULHUWANKING FRIEND...

I WILL NOW ANNOUNCE THAT I AM DEAD.
Ahem...I am now Dead

Sorry for interfering with your roleplaying, I've learned my lesson. I'm out.

At times like this, Kerrigan thought that she was the only one in the entire galaxy. Well, her and her minions.
Scanners probably couldnt see them, but anyone with eyes could see a big chunk of metal crashing down towards the surface.
Humans and their kind were quite stupid, to mutch trust in technology, to little faith in what they actually can see, hear and taste.

Her point here was not to take the over the planet, well, she wouldnt have anything against it if she did. And she probably would have to.
The good thing about humans was that they were explorers, travellers.
They had a need to go to other places, and with that they had invented spacetravell. And that was probably the only thing that was good.

Kerrigan turned around, looking at the big piece of organic flesh that layed infront of her. The overmind would soon go into its final stage, and then they would multiply into millions and millions.
Her eyes glanced at the hive at her side, though they were offencive. Defences were always good, and they needed the creep.
They had expanded the creep with hatcherys, to increese their numbers.
Hiding their Overlords in the jungle. But they would soon have to come up with something else. A more groundbased way of controling them.
well well

There was something speciall about these creatures, they were the seize of a tank, and allmost as fast as the zerglings, though.. their claws big as trees.
Kerrigan turned around once more only to see some hundred Ultralisks, they hadnt evolved that mutch since the Planetfall. Just a little more armour.. nothing more.. they didnt need anything more.
In human standards, they could survive both two and three hits of a rocketlauncher. Though, they were slower than before..


To the east were a minor human encampment, well, more like a military installation, their defences was ofcourse on high allert all the time. Though, that wouldnt be anything to worry about, The Zerg would be more than enough.
A queen made a soft scream over her head.
yes.. yes I know
She told it through the telepatchic chain that linked them all togeather.


Some hours later

On the human encampment stood the commander of the guard on the south wall, looking into the jungle.
Last night, reports came in of strange noices in the jungle, well, not that strange anymore. Everyone knew what they meant, anything that didnt sound human just meant one thing. death
The sun was going down over the treetops.
mabye we just thought we heard something.. the jungle is a strange place

A large crack could be heard, as if a tree was splattered into a million pieces. Between the trees ran Zerglings, an endless ammount of Zerglings. To the humans, they didnt know what it was. They had never seen this before, they couldnt name it other than.. things.
The cannons fired, the machineguns fired, the flamers fired. It actually seemed as if they would fend them of, none of the Zerglings came closer than five meters to the wall.
Another wave of Zerglings charged forward, dying infront of the barells of the guns and piling up.
Then the trees came flying at the wall.
trees dont fly the commander thought before he looked at what stood where the trees had stood.
Monsters was the only thing that he could think of. Some hundred of them to. Big monsters, thick carapace, huge.. if not enormous claws.
He could hear the men on the wall shake in fear, never had they seen anything like this.

"In wars between human lifeforms, fear is one of the last feelings that comes into the soldiers mind. In battle, they are so concentrated on surviving that fear comes last. And even when they fear, there are still hope that they will survive as prissoners.
Wars between humanoid lifeforms are the most common in the galaxy, that is why everyone fears to fight the Zerg."

Jhon Mcroyal
- The Soldiers ABC

The Ultralisks just charged forward, there seemed to be nothing to stop them, no bullets, no fire, no grenades. The worst thing was that.. even though they were slow, the granades just bounced of their shell and they were long gone from them when they exploded.
Once they were close enough, they leaped forward and rammed down the wall, completly crushing it and sent the soldiers standing on it flying high into the air.
Once these beasts made an opening, they stoped, letting the Zerglings just overrun the soldiers inside, sending limbs and bones to different directions, head and neck were torn apart. Guts spilled and blood filled the few streets.

The commander was supriced when a claw entered his stumich, not killing him. The Zergling who was the owner of the claw slowly walked into the center square, like if it didnt want to kill its pray.
When they reached the place, the screams had stoped. The gunfire had silenced down. The only thing he could hear was the flaps of something that was flying over him.
when looking up, he just screamed.

"They enter your head, and then extract everything you know, the worst thing is. They dont kill you first"

That would have been a good sentence in a book the commander thought, as a last thought before his brain got sucked out.



Kerrigan knew she wasnt alone on this planet, there was the humanoids. But she had a feeling, that there was something else. Something that had been here before them and the humanoids, though she didnt know what.
Kerrigan was eager to get of this forsaken planet.

This world seemed to have drawn everything that crawled... every creature of claws and teeth to it. The Tyranid's where a part of that a dark part. The hivemind perhaps had never came across a meal so varied, so many different Genetical structures to absorb and add to itself. Still even older structures such as the prey before the Lictor as it waited and watched from the jungles, waited to strike.

As the Eldar left the safty of their Vampire Transport it struck fast and brutally, not at the Soldiers and their leader, while it might have won that battle, it was not yet worth the risk. They where not to reveal themself, that much the Hivemind had decided. Let the others fight for a while both weakening eachother then the true might of the Hivefleet could be unleashed. Indeed in a few of the cities it's children fought in defence of the Humans against the interlopers, while deep in the bowels of the human lands a force was gathered. The first wave that would eventually descend upon the planet. The Genestealers.

For now through the prey where to be isolated, this far from others it was a simple matter only one link in the chain needed to be smashed... The Ship. So the Lictor emerged from the Jungle the first sign to even the advanced sensors of the ship was when the Claws of the Lictor shot forth from it's body and ripped into the shell of the vessel, tearing holes in the Wraithbone before returning to the body. Then it advanced into the vessel. The Eldar pilot swiveled in his seat, as the door to the cockpit swung shut. The Spirit Stone of the vessel took over and took the vessel into the air desperatly swinging as it tried to throw the lictor from the vessel, but to no avail, it's claws ran deep and strong now into the vessel, securing it in place, and slowly it began to creep forward....

The explosion came soon after, and the Eldar knew they where now stranded, and still they had no evidence of what was here, now it might be too late to return home, but they still had a mission.

"Here's the reports you ordered, sir." the aide stated, handing Mueller the datacard.

"Thank you." the Captain stated, glancing at the card. "My God, what is going on down there?"

"I don't know sir, but we have at least four races in combat, possibly five or six. There's the human natives, some humanoid beings that lost their ship, the things they're both fighting, another insectoid species that's attacking... and we've got rudimentary hints of another race down there. Plus sub-species... there might be more races, or the races involved might consist of smaller species."

Mueller grimaced. "It's an intergalactic cluster fuck, in other words."

"Well..." the aide was thrown off by his Captain's language. "Yes."

"Still, we have a duty to protect human life, all human life. We should deploy a team down, to the capital... bring a full outfit of weaponry. We'll see if we can give aid or evacuate the area."

"Yes, sir. The teams will be readied at once."

The Farsight and the Gladius stayed cloaked but hailed the planet with a tight beam transmission, so as not to be intercepted. "Do you require aid?"

They had drawn their first blood, but everything still was not right. They had come to know of some other alien species, some insectoid race that had attacked the intruding bipedal primates. They were breeding fast... Even faster than those primates. They were a threat, one even worse than the primates. Exterminating them would be important, more important than anything else.

It did not require much time to find out a lot about them. It was obvious why they could breed so fast... Their insectoid-like existence. Their lack of control, they need not learn, their warlike behavior is genetic. They are not truly sentient. They are insects... It struck them with crystal clarity. Kill the Queen, and the hive dies! They knew where those insectoid aliens were coming from, they had seen their ship-equivalents drop on the planet.

Wasting time was not an option, the aliens were breeding rapidly. They had almost forgotten their hatred towards each other, all they now wanted was the death of the intruders. The ground trembled, trees fell and if there was someone in space, he could have seen the color of the land change with no auxiliary equipment as the massive beings ran in manic fervor towards the insectoid hive. They did not care anymore. Only the total annihilation of their enemies would be acceptable. There is nothing in between.

OOC it seems I may have missed an attack. If the Ur-quan wish to attack me again I will respond I explained my reasoning for missing the previous attack, and I stand by it. But if they attack me now in the Jungles I will respond.

"Sir? We're not getting a response. And there's another fight in the jungle. Two of the other races, the humanoids and the things (OOC: What is an Ur-Quan?)." The aide handed over the card.

Mueller grimaced. "We'd better investigate, then. Deploy a shuttle from the moon's dark side. Rig it to look like engine failure. This mission will be volunteers only."

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Twenty minutes later, a troop shuttle entered the jungle, not far from the growing conflict, loaded down with a Marine Recon team.

OOC -- I will respond I explained my reasoning for missing the previous attack, and I stand by it. But if they attack me now in the Jungles I will respond.

((OOC: As said on IRC, a mutual ignore on this planet is in effect. I won't attack you, but also will not suffer from any attack from you... Nor from C'tan. Fight your Tyranids if you so wish, I will not have any part in that, to me they do not exist. Should be simple enough.))

OOC: For those of us without IRC, and who are on this planet (ME!)... what is going on? One guy just drops dead, now IGNORES... what is happening?

Maybe I should just pull out and go back home...

OOC: For those of us without IRC, and who are on this planet (ME!)... what is going on? One guy just drops dead, now IGNORES... what is happening?

((OOC: There are the humans (TIB, since Revenia changed his post from "almost no damage" to "everyone died", I wasn't gonna accept two dead civilians and a whole bunch of dead "my" beings), the Zerg, the Eldar, and a force that hasn't been quite revealed yet (oh, and Tor's Tyranids), and they're all, with the exception of those Eldar people (and Tor's Tyranids), fighting there.

Since Tor ignored my attack and is claiming Tyranid activity on the planet, I chose to ignore him (of course, the ignore only affects the beings on this planet) and then I went on and chose some other target. The Tyranids are a larger issue than the fact that he ignored the attack, though. With those Zergs I can live with, but Tyranids are just over the frikkin edge. So, basically, I'm not affected by any "Tyranids" nor Eldar, so whatever they do doesn't really matter to me anymore.))

OOC: I should have been more clear about this - this was intended as a story RP, not a player versus player RP. If people want to fight each other, they should really coordinate what they are going to do. I'd prefer rather that the planet lifeforms fight TIB and the TIB folks fight faceless 'natives' or TIB. A lot less argueing that way, and a change to really write some stories instead of argue about each sides capabilities.

OOC: That's what I thopught. And TIB, I've been hailing you.

At an otherwise empty area of dried-out scrubland, the dust is broken by a 3-mile skid and a small, smoking crater. Inside, a small metal escape pod cools gently from it's landing trauma. A single set of footsteps leads into the distance.

Some way away....

"Ooooh, show me the way to go home,
I'm tired an' I want to go to bed.
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
An' it went straight to my head."

Sid stopped and sat down on the sand. He unpacked a small radio and tried calling for help again, "Hello? Is anyone reading me? Anyone?"

A shabby rental spacecraft makes a hard landing in the main TIB spaceport. The hatch opens to a loud stream of curses, followed by a man of large size. The man is Dekker Bray, a mercenary. Drawn by the scant opportnity for employment, Dekker once again rented a spacecraft, and sought out employment on a far-off world.

OOC: Dekker is highly skilled with HtH, melee, and small arms. He is 6'2" and weighs 280 lbs, which is all muscle. Bray has no expeirence with Zerg, or the other thing I can't spell right, but has fought aliens before. He is armed with an M4 Carbine, in 5.56x45mm and a .45 caliber AMT M1911A1 Hardballer. His backup items include a .45 Glock sub-compact, a survival knife, and a Smith and Wesson SWAT knife, with half-serrated locking blade and black finish. That work?