NationStates Jolt Archive

IC:
The newly awakened Kharad Prime shook beneath their feet.Tens unpon hundreds of Death Scouts marched on the young grass,trampling it beneath their mechanical feet.Giant drop pods looked like shooting stars as they crashed into the ground.
Giant trucks rumbled through the Death Scouts,cutting large swathes through the forces,and bringing precious supplies in for the cities of Kharad Prime.
Orcs flocked out of the Drop Pods,clothed in nothing but rags,running alongside the Death Scouts,their foul feet bemuddling the sweet ground beneath them.
Some particularly grumpy trolls smashed all who didn't get out of their way.It looked like something out of a horror movie...

But Lord Earagond enjoyed it. The planet itself was an ugly thing,full of trees and greenery.But that woul disappear soon enough.Just a little burning here and there,industrialization on most part of the planet,the cutting down of all those trees...
It would soone become home.And it would be all for HIS empire. He smiled behind his war-mask.
Turning to his Prime Warlord,Shakthur the Bloody-Handed,he commanded in a strangely mechanized voice,
"Command the Captain of this ship to land as smoothly as he can...or else I'll feed him to my rats."
Shakthur smiled evilly and said,"Yes,my lord.I'll relay that message to him at once," and leaving Earagond behind,he went off at a stride to look for the Captain.
Earagond smiled.Everyone knew of His Lord's rats.Twice as large as the ones found over Terra,where they had previously resided,and much more evil to boot.They would eat you alive for the fun of it...
He will obviously be so terrified of me,that he will foul up,and I will feed him to my rats.And if he doesn't,I'll just feed him for the pleasure of it.
Grinning evilly,he turned back to Kharad Prime...

OOC:Here is some information where Kharad Prime lies: About 2 million miles away from Charon(Pluto's moon)
And here are some pics of important...things.
Emperor Earagond (http://gilda.it/guardiani/pictures/Tolkien/Nazgul.gif)
Death Scout (http://www.solaris7.com/images/TRO/BattleArmor/Gray%20Death%20Legion%20BA-Merc.jpg)

Excellent...The first nanites are out and mining has already begun
Earagond stared at the steel construction that was slowly rising up,as if constructed out of nothing-ness.But in reality millions upon billions of small nanites were slowly making their way up until their goal was complete.
The High Palace...
For several minutes Earagond watched as the construction slowly,centimeter by centimeter rose.If the nanites went on like this, the High Palace would be done in less than 2 months.
Then,at the urging of his advisor,he stepped into his personal APC and sped of towards the First Mines,as they had been named by the local populace,most of whom slept under the stars or in hastily pitched tents.
The First Mines were dark and deep,but Earagond could hear the work going on down there.Workmasters yelling instructions,the cracking of whips,and the general coarse singing of orcs as they labored.
Smiling cruelly,Earagond walked down into the Mines.A cheer went up when the orcs saw him,he raised his hand to quiet them.
Yes...THIS feels like home! He thought as he walked deeper into the pits.Soon he would feel like this everywhere...

OOC: Crap! It switched me! >.<

The High Palace was complete and the surrounding 2 miles were peppered with small living quarters and industrial buildings.This would be the new Kharad city.All trees within a 5 mille radius had been cut down and used for building,all the grass with 3 miles trampled and dead.Any orc lucky enough to not have any assignments for the day would see Death Scouts walks by in twos and threes as he went to his favorite bar, any laborer starting a 4 mile walk to the Mines would see a Hell's Tank rumbleby every so often.Slowly but surely, Kharad Prime was turning into Old Kharad,but now...now they had a whole planet!

"Lord?"
Earagond turned to see an orc messenger addressing him.
"What is it?Tell me!" the Emperor demanded.
The messenger quailed,then spoke confidently,because it was good news.
"The laborers and nanites have found a giant deposit of titanium and other metals in Mine 8," the messenger finished with a stronger voice.
"Titanium?Metals?Perfect!"
And just when we were running out,too. Earagond didn't say.
"Tell the Overseers to send 20 workers each to Mine 8. Tell them they'll get their compensation in nanites."
The messenger bowed low and retreated,saying, "Yes, Emperor."
Things were looking well for the small nation...