The Imperial Dynasty
26-10-2005, 17:23
OOC: Since my official introduction and try at getting a game against someone failed dismally, I have decided I will instead create a story for everyone to follow about my nation's anicent history... this story is a work in progress of mine that I do in my spare time, and is already something akin to ten pages long.
If you wish to look at my nation after this, then feel free to do so here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=447915
Other than that, I hope this shows to people my IC skills and maybe they will take an interest in doing a game against me sometime!
p.s: Credit to Quake 4 for the idea of the Constructs - Strogg look awesome
Imperial Dynasty: Lands of death
Episode 1: Genesis
It was a harsh day, the sun scoured the scene that stretched before it, its uncaring gaze neither yielding nor assisting any unfortunate soul who dared to enter its domain. Apart from the blistering blackened sand that stretched for as far as the eye could see, there was a small crater, inside it sat a fantastic tangle of metal and the occasional piece of flexiglass that had yet to be sand-blasted. An ancient trail of wreckage gouged out by the object long since buried by the sands of time.
Inside this wreck, one of the few large enough to actually survive the century of heavy sand-blaster effects of the wastes, could still be seen the vestiges of the owners who had never returned home. The objects name… the Galactic Dreadnaught GNA Arbalest, could be found on a few spots where corrosion, and therefore damage, had not been able to reach. A design old even in its time, Arbalets was a Tricormoran class Space Dread’, one of the first of its kind, from the time of the Old Empire. It’s starboard planetary bombardment cannons still visibly poked from what had been opened blast hatches, except they now aimed towards the sky, as if they were guarding the long dead colossus.
In this bleak place not a soul, flora or fauna, could be seen for as far as the naked eye, even the research station was almost completely robotic save a few souls on archeological digs. The only proof that anyone – or anything – even existed out here came from a single trail of blackened sand-dust that spewed from an object moving on the desert above the rim of the crater…
“Jesus, who would’ve wanted to live in a hole like this?” Simon Braxter muttered under his breath as he drove from a long abandoned shanty town he’d been collecting samples from. The jeep’s tarpaulin cover rattled and flapped as he sped along the featureless desert, he was part of a small exploration team that was out in the wastes, searching for any further information on the great war that was known simply as ‘the last battle’…
The last battle, and all the time before it, was the time of the ‘Old Empire’, an institute of legend, the Old Empire was said to encompass the entire planet, and had been here ever since humanity first settled on this planet a thousand years ago during the great exodus of the late 21st century. However, despite its success, it had its enemies both on and off-planet, and as such it was eventually destroyed in a desperate bid to save itself.
Braxter chuckled to himself as he drove on, the bitter irony of the Old Empires efforts to save itself had not escaped the memory of history. It had been the weapons of the the Old Empire’s arsenal that had eventually been its own destruction. When he was young he did not believe in the stories about whole valleys as far as the eye could see awash with chemicals, the stories passed down by generations about the nuclear-induced hellfires that had scoured the land so deep that not even the bedrock was safe; the stories of the decimation of the empires people from the massive radioactive fallout and the subsequent civil war after a final act of spite by the enemies of the Old Empire. Even throughout high school he, like many before him, believed the stories to be exaggerations at least, and fabulous hoaxes at most…
Then he had gone to University to study planetary history… and seen the Wastelands first hand…
…
WHUMP!!!!
“Holy crap!” Simon yelled in shock, his moments of carelessness had just heard him hit something, gripping wildly at the wheel he first under steered, then flicked the jeep around on itself atop the ridge as he over steered in response. The engine stopped dead, filled with the fine dust that seemed to exist whenever a movement occurred anywhere out here, “bloody hell, anywhere but up here!” he cursed as he realised his situation and began to look for damage.
Seeing none, he looked around behind him… all that was there was the flat desert waste behind him, the shanty town long abandoned by whoever had lived there, and a small support from some old building that had long since been weathered away by the winds, then something caught his eye.
It was a flash, the briefest of brief, but a small glimpse of light bouncing off something and hitting him in the eye nevertheless. Simon began to walk, then picked up the pace and jogged over to where he saw the light from, as he moved closer, he picked up speed again… something about this made him feel as if it was different from what was in the valley below his flat desert floor, it was something different, something new.
He slid to a stop beside the object, and instantly began coughing and hacking as the sand he kicked up got sucked into his lungs. Once he had got over it, he looked at what was before him, it was some sort of metallic looking object, yet it seemed to be only half complete, as though it was missing something. Gingerly, Simon pulled out a brush and began to scrape away the dust. Coughing more as the dust continued to fill his nostrils and mouth despite his best efforts and his eventual wrapping of a handkerchief around his face…
There are tales about the sand-dusts of the wastes, most of them are fantasies. “The belief that to inhale the dust is beneficial to your health being one of them” Simon thought to himself, and yet, there were some that, given the history of this zone, did not sound all too improbable… those tales said the dust contained the bodies of over a billion souls, none of which had ever been found in any shape or form after they were annihilated in the nuclear and chemical hellfires of the final battle.
In argument of that, the scientists and archaeologists had yet to find a single body from the time mentioned, a few Bedouin graves from the passer-by desert peoples, but no skeleton of either an ancient soldier from the Old Empires last stand, or of their hated enemy from the West…
Until now…
Simon looked at what he had just unveiled, as he had expected, it was some sort of metal, but what sort it was had eluded him, now he knew for certain that it was indeed something archaeologists had looked for for years… it was armour, but it seemed different, as though it were just… well… wrong.
After careful wiping away he found why, the armour plating abruptly ended in a few hard stumps that had been bolted to the side of the plate, and connected to those bolts, still mostly hidden, was a trio of ribs from a rib-cage, a human rib-cage.
“Oh my god” Simon whispered, he dropped his brush and backed up, “they WERE here!”, the they referred to was the “Costructed”, a nightmare told to children to scare them if they didn’t go to sleep.
Constructed were said to be a nightmare amalgamation of man and machine, fused in the crudest fashions in huge factory like facilities that emanated horror and pain as the screams of those being ‘processed’ could be heard for kilometers, the goal of the constructed was simple… kill or capture there enemy, and then use them to create a new Construct. Legend had it that the construct were in allegiance with the Old Empire, although why the Old Empire would want anything to do with such despicable entities (if they had been real) had been a constant thorn to historians and theorists alike.
Nevertheless, the last recorded sighting of constructed had come from a man of a previous expedition found by an exploration team looking through the unknown worlds to the west, the land where it was said the enemy first attacked. His tales of what was occurring in the jungles were dismissed as insanity, yet everyone quietly pushed aside the fact that had been carrying a very impressive looking bio-mechanical arm across his back…
Simon professionally wiped away the sand-dust from where the creatures skull sat, an all too familiar shape leered back at him, “human variety” Simon murmured.
He got up, and raced back to his jeep to call Arbalest research facility on his jeeps radio.
“Arbalest base, this is Jeep two”
A young female voice belonging to fellow assistant researcher Gabby McLean came across the airwaves, “Hi Simon, where are you? The doctor expected you twenty minutes ago”.
Simon shook the radio as he dislodged yet more sand, “sorry about the delay… but tell Doctor Meinhann to pack some gear and to track my signal… I just found a construct”
After some excited squeals from Gabby, then a frantic issuing of instructions by Meinhann (“whatever you do, DO NOT TOUCH THE SITE ANY MORE!” Meinhann had excitedly yelled) Simon slowly walked back to the new dig site and rested a gloved hand alongside the semi-rusted metal enhanced rib cage.
“What can you tell us?” he said to the remains
The skull just leered back with its toothed grin
“What is it you saw on that day?”
… TO BE CONTINUED…
If you wish to look at my nation after this, then feel free to do so here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=447915
Other than that, I hope this shows to people my IC skills and maybe they will take an interest in doing a game against me sometime!
p.s: Credit to Quake 4 for the idea of the Constructs - Strogg look awesome
Imperial Dynasty: Lands of death
Episode 1: Genesis
It was a harsh day, the sun scoured the scene that stretched before it, its uncaring gaze neither yielding nor assisting any unfortunate soul who dared to enter its domain. Apart from the blistering blackened sand that stretched for as far as the eye could see, there was a small crater, inside it sat a fantastic tangle of metal and the occasional piece of flexiglass that had yet to be sand-blasted. An ancient trail of wreckage gouged out by the object long since buried by the sands of time.
Inside this wreck, one of the few large enough to actually survive the century of heavy sand-blaster effects of the wastes, could still be seen the vestiges of the owners who had never returned home. The objects name… the Galactic Dreadnaught GNA Arbalest, could be found on a few spots where corrosion, and therefore damage, had not been able to reach. A design old even in its time, Arbalets was a Tricormoran class Space Dread’, one of the first of its kind, from the time of the Old Empire. It’s starboard planetary bombardment cannons still visibly poked from what had been opened blast hatches, except they now aimed towards the sky, as if they were guarding the long dead colossus.
In this bleak place not a soul, flora or fauna, could be seen for as far as the naked eye, even the research station was almost completely robotic save a few souls on archeological digs. The only proof that anyone – or anything – even existed out here came from a single trail of blackened sand-dust that spewed from an object moving on the desert above the rim of the crater…
“Jesus, who would’ve wanted to live in a hole like this?” Simon Braxter muttered under his breath as he drove from a long abandoned shanty town he’d been collecting samples from. The jeep’s tarpaulin cover rattled and flapped as he sped along the featureless desert, he was part of a small exploration team that was out in the wastes, searching for any further information on the great war that was known simply as ‘the last battle’…
The last battle, and all the time before it, was the time of the ‘Old Empire’, an institute of legend, the Old Empire was said to encompass the entire planet, and had been here ever since humanity first settled on this planet a thousand years ago during the great exodus of the late 21st century. However, despite its success, it had its enemies both on and off-planet, and as such it was eventually destroyed in a desperate bid to save itself.
Braxter chuckled to himself as he drove on, the bitter irony of the Old Empires efforts to save itself had not escaped the memory of history. It had been the weapons of the the Old Empire’s arsenal that had eventually been its own destruction. When he was young he did not believe in the stories about whole valleys as far as the eye could see awash with chemicals, the stories passed down by generations about the nuclear-induced hellfires that had scoured the land so deep that not even the bedrock was safe; the stories of the decimation of the empires people from the massive radioactive fallout and the subsequent civil war after a final act of spite by the enemies of the Old Empire. Even throughout high school he, like many before him, believed the stories to be exaggerations at least, and fabulous hoaxes at most…
Then he had gone to University to study planetary history… and seen the Wastelands first hand…
…
WHUMP!!!!
“Holy crap!” Simon yelled in shock, his moments of carelessness had just heard him hit something, gripping wildly at the wheel he first under steered, then flicked the jeep around on itself atop the ridge as he over steered in response. The engine stopped dead, filled with the fine dust that seemed to exist whenever a movement occurred anywhere out here, “bloody hell, anywhere but up here!” he cursed as he realised his situation and began to look for damage.
Seeing none, he looked around behind him… all that was there was the flat desert waste behind him, the shanty town long abandoned by whoever had lived there, and a small support from some old building that had long since been weathered away by the winds, then something caught his eye.
It was a flash, the briefest of brief, but a small glimpse of light bouncing off something and hitting him in the eye nevertheless. Simon began to walk, then picked up the pace and jogged over to where he saw the light from, as he moved closer, he picked up speed again… something about this made him feel as if it was different from what was in the valley below his flat desert floor, it was something different, something new.
He slid to a stop beside the object, and instantly began coughing and hacking as the sand he kicked up got sucked into his lungs. Once he had got over it, he looked at what was before him, it was some sort of metallic looking object, yet it seemed to be only half complete, as though it was missing something. Gingerly, Simon pulled out a brush and began to scrape away the dust. Coughing more as the dust continued to fill his nostrils and mouth despite his best efforts and his eventual wrapping of a handkerchief around his face…
There are tales about the sand-dusts of the wastes, most of them are fantasies. “The belief that to inhale the dust is beneficial to your health being one of them” Simon thought to himself, and yet, there were some that, given the history of this zone, did not sound all too improbable… those tales said the dust contained the bodies of over a billion souls, none of which had ever been found in any shape or form after they were annihilated in the nuclear and chemical hellfires of the final battle.
In argument of that, the scientists and archaeologists had yet to find a single body from the time mentioned, a few Bedouin graves from the passer-by desert peoples, but no skeleton of either an ancient soldier from the Old Empires last stand, or of their hated enemy from the West…
Until now…
Simon looked at what he had just unveiled, as he had expected, it was some sort of metal, but what sort it was had eluded him, now he knew for certain that it was indeed something archaeologists had looked for for years… it was armour, but it seemed different, as though it were just… well… wrong.
After careful wiping away he found why, the armour plating abruptly ended in a few hard stumps that had been bolted to the side of the plate, and connected to those bolts, still mostly hidden, was a trio of ribs from a rib-cage, a human rib-cage.
“Oh my god” Simon whispered, he dropped his brush and backed up, “they WERE here!”, the they referred to was the “Costructed”, a nightmare told to children to scare them if they didn’t go to sleep.
Constructed were said to be a nightmare amalgamation of man and machine, fused in the crudest fashions in huge factory like facilities that emanated horror and pain as the screams of those being ‘processed’ could be heard for kilometers, the goal of the constructed was simple… kill or capture there enemy, and then use them to create a new Construct. Legend had it that the construct were in allegiance with the Old Empire, although why the Old Empire would want anything to do with such despicable entities (if they had been real) had been a constant thorn to historians and theorists alike.
Nevertheless, the last recorded sighting of constructed had come from a man of a previous expedition found by an exploration team looking through the unknown worlds to the west, the land where it was said the enemy first attacked. His tales of what was occurring in the jungles were dismissed as insanity, yet everyone quietly pushed aside the fact that had been carrying a very impressive looking bio-mechanical arm across his back…
Simon professionally wiped away the sand-dust from where the creatures skull sat, an all too familiar shape leered back at him, “human variety” Simon murmured.
He got up, and raced back to his jeep to call Arbalest research facility on his jeeps radio.
“Arbalest base, this is Jeep two”
A young female voice belonging to fellow assistant researcher Gabby McLean came across the airwaves, “Hi Simon, where are you? The doctor expected you twenty minutes ago”.
Simon shook the radio as he dislodged yet more sand, “sorry about the delay… but tell Doctor Meinhann to pack some gear and to track my signal… I just found a construct”
After some excited squeals from Gabby, then a frantic issuing of instructions by Meinhann (“whatever you do, DO NOT TOUCH THE SITE ANY MORE!” Meinhann had excitedly yelled) Simon slowly walked back to the new dig site and rested a gloved hand alongside the semi-rusted metal enhanced rib cage.
“What can you tell us?” he said to the remains
The skull just leered back with its toothed grin
“What is it you saw on that day?”
… TO BE CONTINUED…