Neo Machinia
18-09-2005, 04:27
A tear in the fabric of space time existed out on the fringe of explored territory in the Milky Way. Out in the ruins of the old Zoir Empire, where few dared to tread anymore. Its green shimmering appearance gave it an almost magical look to it. Most sentient species in this corner of the universe would call it a “wormhole”.
Its beauty however, gave way to something far more sinister. A rather large, orange circular ship popped through, soon to be followed by another one. And another one. And yet another one. Within moments, an entire fleet of these ships where sitting in former Zoir territory.
http://www.rovang.org/wg/pics/gearships.jpg
On the bridge of the lead ship, a robot painted green sat on his throne, waiting for his father, on the other side of the wormhole, to give the order to begin the attack. This galaxy was marked as the Machine Empire’s next conquest. The Empire already spanned dozens of galaxies, each of them easily subjugated, one after the other. This simple backwater spiral galaxy would be no different. Five million troops, construction workers, and other necessary
http://www.rovang.org/wg/pics/princegasket.jpg
“Prince Gasket” said a voice. The prince looked up at the one who spoke to him. Another robot, jet black and silver, walked up to him, before kneeling.
http://www.freewebs.com/y3karchive/Machine%20Generals.PNG
“My lord” he said, standing back up “The fleet is ready, at your command. The other generals and I are ready to fight for the glory of King Mondo!”
“Excelent, General Venjix” Gasket replied “Send word to my father. He will want to know”
“Yes your highness, of course” as Venjix turned around, the ship shook violently, nearly throwing the two machines to the ground.
Gasket stood up “What was that?!” he demanded.
Up at a control console, a Cog turned on the viewscreen to show the wormhole collapsing.
http://www.rovang.org/wg/pics/cogs.jpg
“What?!” Gasket was furious “What is going on?!”
“The portal appears to have closed” reported the silver robot, in a monotone, mechanical voice
“Well….then re-open it!” ordered Gasket.
The Cog shook its head “Negative. Only portal stations can create portals”
Gasket stomped his foot on the floor in anger as the realization sunk in. He, and his entire armada, where trapped…in a hostile, unknown galaxy….and no re-enforcements where coming.
Well….shit
To be continued....
Its beauty however, gave way to something far more sinister. A rather large, orange circular ship popped through, soon to be followed by another one. And another one. And yet another one. Within moments, an entire fleet of these ships where sitting in former Zoir territory.
http://www.rovang.org/wg/pics/gearships.jpg
On the bridge of the lead ship, a robot painted green sat on his throne, waiting for his father, on the other side of the wormhole, to give the order to begin the attack. This galaxy was marked as the Machine Empire’s next conquest. The Empire already spanned dozens of galaxies, each of them easily subjugated, one after the other. This simple backwater spiral galaxy would be no different. Five million troops, construction workers, and other necessary
http://www.rovang.org/wg/pics/princegasket.jpg
“Prince Gasket” said a voice. The prince looked up at the one who spoke to him. Another robot, jet black and silver, walked up to him, before kneeling.
http://www.freewebs.com/y3karchive/Machine%20Generals.PNG
“My lord” he said, standing back up “The fleet is ready, at your command. The other generals and I are ready to fight for the glory of King Mondo!”
“Excelent, General Venjix” Gasket replied “Send word to my father. He will want to know”
“Yes your highness, of course” as Venjix turned around, the ship shook violently, nearly throwing the two machines to the ground.
Gasket stood up “What was that?!” he demanded.
Up at a control console, a Cog turned on the viewscreen to show the wormhole collapsing.
http://www.rovang.org/wg/pics/cogs.jpg
“What?!” Gasket was furious “What is going on?!”
“The portal appears to have closed” reported the silver robot, in a monotone, mechanical voice
“Well….then re-open it!” ordered Gasket.
The Cog shook its head “Negative. Only portal stations can create portals”
Gasket stomped his foot on the floor in anger as the realization sunk in. He, and his entire armada, where trapped…in a hostile, unknown galaxy….and no re-enforcements where coming.
Well….shit
To be continued....