Yafor 2
17-04-2005, 01:54
OOC:For information and my stab at a present tense first person RP, go here. (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8618325&postcount=1)
BIC:
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Neutral Space
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A Yaforite battlegroup, 230 LMV-244 Saracens, sped through the area men knew as space. All was quiet, waiting. Something warned them, the silence, even more intense than usually in space, at that time and place or places like it. They were ready, on their guard, or so they tried. They knew an enemy was near. They knew so much and, yet, so little. They were prepared, or so they believed. It was too late for fantasies.
The Void roiled and twisted around them as they stayed, waiting for somthing to happen. Anticipation and fear gnawed their bones, ripping at their flesh in a superhuman way. It was purely mental, but in that way, everything was purely mental. Then their world exploded.
Lightening and lasers, plasma and blood, sped around them. They looked, with their eyes and with their technology both, but it was too late. They started to retaliate, though at what they didn't know, but it was too late. It was always too late when they were facing who they were.
They would never learn who this mysterious enemy was, though others who may have been in the area might learn. Their world was gone, with a massive explosion. Flame ripped The Void, rupturing and tearing it. Then all was silent. And the Yaforites were destroyed.
In their place was a fleet, ships upon ships, full of strange skelatal creatures. They were Skull Elves, the minions of the villian of nightmares and death, the one who had filled the minds of many, a man who worked magic, winds, and blood equaly. A man named Skarn Kazask Al'Koraya. A man who had killed billions and destroyed the Alhamroded Galaxy.
The Ravager had returned to space.
BIC:
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Neutral Space
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A Yaforite battlegroup, 230 LMV-244 Saracens, sped through the area men knew as space. All was quiet, waiting. Something warned them, the silence, even more intense than usually in space, at that time and place or places like it. They were ready, on their guard, or so they tried. They knew an enemy was near. They knew so much and, yet, so little. They were prepared, or so they believed. It was too late for fantasies.
The Void roiled and twisted around them as they stayed, waiting for somthing to happen. Anticipation and fear gnawed their bones, ripping at their flesh in a superhuman way. It was purely mental, but in that way, everything was purely mental. Then their world exploded.
Lightening and lasers, plasma and blood, sped around them. They looked, with their eyes and with their technology both, but it was too late. They started to retaliate, though at what they didn't know, but it was too late. It was always too late when they were facing who they were.
They would never learn who this mysterious enemy was, though others who may have been in the area might learn. Their world was gone, with a massive explosion. Flame ripped The Void, rupturing and tearing it. Then all was silent. And the Yaforites were destroyed.
In their place was a fleet, ships upon ships, full of strange skelatal creatures. They were Skull Elves, the minions of the villian of nightmares and death, the one who had filled the minds of many, a man who worked magic, winds, and blood equaly. A man named Skarn Kazask Al'Koraya. A man who had killed billions and destroyed the Alhamroded Galaxy.
The Ravager had returned to space.