The Horde Of Doom
10-12-2005, 00:47
Lord Xipetec walked around the table between him and his advisors. He gazed now and then out to his viewer, to gaze at the Horde. The Horde was wondrous, one huge fleet of ships. No planet, well except for the WorldShip, just lots and lots of ships. Long ago the Horde departed their dying planet and entered this dimension. Yes, dimension. The Horde possessed no light travel, but could rip into the 8th dimension, and slip back out to the third. This dimension was alien to them, and hostile as well. The only place they could even take their suits off was in their own ships because any enviroment was so hostile.
Now they were fighting in Juniper and trying to send someone to the Sith school. So far everyone believed that they, the Mongoloids, were some backwards, six legged race of insects. They believed the Mongoloids were primitive and were of this dimension.
They were wrong.
He turned to his advisors once more. "How goes Juniper?" A Mongoloid who had lost one eye rose.
"It appears Combine ships continue to strike, as you see outside. Planetside however, the Tripods do well. The humans are being wiped out, and soon the biomass will be harvested."
"Excellent. If you exuse me." The advisors stood, and traced a circle in the air in front of them, the Mongoloid salute.
Xipetec once again made his way to the bridge. It would take DAYS for him to walk it, but luckly his belt allowed him to open small dimensional holes to travel through. In miliseconds he was on the bridge of the WorldShip, the core of the horde, about the size of two Venus'. He watched the ongoing battle with the Combine of Xen. Perhaps a treaty is in order...
Now they were fighting in Juniper and trying to send someone to the Sith school. So far everyone believed that they, the Mongoloids, were some backwards, six legged race of insects. They believed the Mongoloids were primitive and were of this dimension.
They were wrong.
He turned to his advisors once more. "How goes Juniper?" A Mongoloid who had lost one eye rose.
"It appears Combine ships continue to strike, as you see outside. Planetside however, the Tripods do well. The humans are being wiped out, and soon the biomass will be harvested."
"Excellent. If you exuse me." The advisors stood, and traced a circle in the air in front of them, the Mongoloid salute.
Xipetec once again made his way to the bridge. It would take DAYS for him to walk it, but luckly his belt allowed him to open small dimensional holes to travel through. In miliseconds he was on the bridge of the WorldShip, the core of the horde, about the size of two Venus'. He watched the ongoing battle with the Combine of Xen. Perhaps a treaty is in order...