Mekanta
24-10-2004, 18:17
Devilmachine...
-Mekanta Zero
-Terra 001, Primary Mekantan Hive on Earth
For the first time since the discovery of Mekanta's main hive cluster, armed Feran rebels were at the enterance of the Hive. The smooth black surface hadn't sprouted weapons, the ground remained flat and hadn't moved to attack them, and there wasn't a single Akujin in sight trying to capture them. Strangest of all, the sky was blue. Kuroi's influence over the area, twisting the color of the sky into a sickly red/green above the hive, was gone.
Everything was peaceful... and that only scared the Ferans even more...
The legendary weapon of Feran myth, fortelling the final fall of the Feran race... and the rise of the "Mekantan Devils" as a supreme power...
... Devilmachine... The Harbinger...
Throughout the galaxy, the sight was the same. Those few appearances of Mekantan ships began growing less and less common.
Then they stopped altogether. Only by looking very closely could a single Talon of the Grand Armada be found. The Chemosh, flagship of Kuroi's Sol Fleet, and its escort ships engaged over Ybronneb.
Not a single Mekantan was found elsewhere in the galaxy. No trace of them seemed to exist anymore.
And anyone who knew Mekanta knew something was comming. Something to be feared...
So long have I waited. All my instructions, followed without question. All my revealations, interpreted without error or fail. All my work...
... You have all done so well, My Children... You have pleased your Emperor...
Paradise awaits you upon completion of... Devilmachine...
Every Mekantan in the room bowed. Everyone on the entire sphere was kneeling, facing the throne however far away it was.
Axis. Adjuctant. Guardian.
Kuroi. Shiroi. Akai. Aoi.
His lieutenants surounded him, bowing. Just as it had been before the Cataclysm, before he decided to leave his people to, for the most part, thier own devices.
He had done well with thier creation. They were his people, his creations, the product of his forced evolution of the Mekantan race. It was his work that had broken the racial stalemate between the Mekantans and Ferans. It was his knowlage that resulted in Mekantan high technology and culture.
And it was his orders that set into motion events... that would lead to the creation of the Harbingers...
-Mekanta Zero
-Terra 001, Primary Mekantan Hive on Earth
For the first time since the discovery of Mekanta's main hive cluster, armed Feran rebels were at the enterance of the Hive. The smooth black surface hadn't sprouted weapons, the ground remained flat and hadn't moved to attack them, and there wasn't a single Akujin in sight trying to capture them. Strangest of all, the sky was blue. Kuroi's influence over the area, twisting the color of the sky into a sickly red/green above the hive, was gone.
Everything was peaceful... and that only scared the Ferans even more...
The legendary weapon of Feran myth, fortelling the final fall of the Feran race... and the rise of the "Mekantan Devils" as a supreme power...
... Devilmachine... The Harbinger...
Throughout the galaxy, the sight was the same. Those few appearances of Mekantan ships began growing less and less common.
Then they stopped altogether. Only by looking very closely could a single Talon of the Grand Armada be found. The Chemosh, flagship of Kuroi's Sol Fleet, and its escort ships engaged over Ybronneb.
Not a single Mekantan was found elsewhere in the galaxy. No trace of them seemed to exist anymore.
And anyone who knew Mekanta knew something was comming. Something to be feared...
So long have I waited. All my instructions, followed without question. All my revealations, interpreted without error or fail. All my work...
... You have all done so well, My Children... You have pleased your Emperor...
Paradise awaits you upon completion of... Devilmachine...
Every Mekantan in the room bowed. Everyone on the entire sphere was kneeling, facing the throne however far away it was.
Axis. Adjuctant. Guardian.
Kuroi. Shiroi. Akai. Aoi.
His lieutenants surounded him, bowing. Just as it had been before the Cataclysm, before he decided to leave his people to, for the most part, thier own devices.
He had done well with thier creation. They were his people, his creations, the product of his forced evolution of the Mekantan race. It was his work that had broken the racial stalemate between the Mekantans and Ferans. It was his knowlage that resulted in Mekantan high technology and culture.
And it was his orders that set into motion events... that would lead to the creation of the Harbingers...