NationStates Jolt Archive

They lurked in the very depths of space, the edge of the known worlds; a merciless horde who left only shadows in their passing. Children shuddered in terror beneath covers at the mention of them; politicians passed them off as idle rumors; but worlds left desolate and devoid of human life, left questions yet unanswered. Terrible questions. Questions with answers that didn't bear thinking of.

It sank it's teeth into flesh, cruelly carved teeth, sharpened by near ceaseless grinding; ground with rock and metal, and often with bone; trophies adorned it's neck, finger bones and even a skull, hung there; the flesh about it's left eye was flayed, pierced; seared, as though it had torn it's flesh in deliberate, measured strokes. It's face a living canvas of it's rage. It turned back to it's meal; fingernails replaced by shards of metal and bone, digging into it's meal, tearing like an animal at the soft, yielding skin, a moan from beside him; the victim, lain; half drowned in it's own blood; a gurgle rising in it's throat as it watched itself consumed.

Another advanced from the shadows, hissing and clicking it's death inhumanly; crouching, before tearing at the throat; a long knife driven into the shoulder; holding it's prey down as it began to feed.

The ship shuddered lightly, rattling as it advanced; a colossal, half-ruined thing; engines sparking and spluttering, dischargin thick black smoke, as it came upon another world; a gleaming blue orb. A number of armed shuttles hurtled from the immense craft; down towards the world; hovering above the surface as great spikes drove into the ground; men, or what had once been men sliding down, great boots slamming into the ground as they whirled; blades ready; great throwing weapons slick with blood; ready to be used once again.

Bloody death and animal fury had descended upon yet another helpless world...

BuMp

Immense harpoons impaled people, dragging them still alive into the ships; Reaver's moved like blurrs, roaring shadows that tore into living flesh, pulling them screaming, bodily towards the ships; hissing, drool staining bloodied flesh as they moved. No screams now; only the roar of engines; the raw, carnal howl of ignition as they rocketed towards other settlements.

They raged and they hungered and knew not the reason for either; the driving urges that filled them. The dull, half-buried memories of normal lives; of people simply giving up on life. Placid, Harmonic. But not for them. They had become; advanced; grew righteous in their hate and their hunger. They had killed the outlanders, and looked to the stars; looked to the void and the edge; and took to the skies.

They had spread; like a slow malignancy; their fleet in orbit around their former home; a curving arc of ships through dead space; and now, the nomads drifted forth; vast raiding parties and moving home-fleets; destined for the rich, fatted inner worlds; destined for flesh, and blood, and feasting...

Bump! Come on; really want some interest here...

(Give me some time; I'll put something together sooner or later and post it.)

((Serenity FTW!

Still debating whether or not to get involved.))

((Hmmm... I've been thinking of branching out into FT. No time now, but I'll have a post up by tommorow. TAGGED! Maybe you can stage a raid on a world owned by the Ftagn Empire..that'd start something.))

[OOC: If only I were a Firefly-tech nation! I would most certainly participate. If I were you, I'd create a region based off of the scenario in the movie, seeing as how your nation is directly adapted to that scenario. Heck, I'd be willing to establish a nation (Like say... the Alliance!) within it. (you seem like a good writer, I'd love to RP with you).]

OOC: I figured it was only a matter of time until a reaver nation showed up. Looks like you're doing a great job with it.

OOC: Wow, thanks for the feedback :D Can't wait to RP with you all

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Commodore Tong Sheng Xian had come to this outer-rim planet for the only purpose any Alliance officer would ever leave the protection of the core worlds, the spead the influence of the Alliance. Unification had been achieved, but the outer worlds still remained unintegrated into civilization.

Xian sat on his Cruiser, the Enlightenment, feeling safe enough for being escorted by two destoyers and any given number of patrol boats and fighters, but that safety was suddenly shaken.

"We've got a distress-call coming from planet Charlie-7, 22 light-minutes from our current position, sir," the Comm. Officer announces.

"What cause?" Xian inquires.

A grim look comes across the officer's face as he stares into the screen before him, the light from it brandishing the word he fears speaking across his face. "... Reavers, sir."

Xian's face grew gray as he approached the Comm, confirming what he had just heard. "Have they sent any word aside from 'Help?' Any information?"

"Nothing, sir."

"Call back to ALTROL, ask for clearance to interfere. In the meantime, set a course at full speed."

"Aye, Captain."

(OOC: I should arrive next post or two. Hope I'm not intruding. FIREFLY! WOO!)

((Quick question - are you accepting non-Firefly nations into this? I'd love to see what'd happen if WC orcs went up against Reavers.))

((Quick question - are you accepting non-Firefly nations into this? I'd love to see what'd happen if WC orcs went up against Reavers.))

((Good question, I was assuming yes for my earlier post.. If only Firefly universe nations are allowed, then I will be sad.:( ))

OOC; it's open to all :D

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OOC: Whee!

IC:

The RKNS Sii'Kwit slid through space, it's sleek, rounded hull dully reflecting the light of distant stars. It traveled in it's own artifically created wormhole, allowing it to cross vast distances in relatively little time. THe command center was nestled deep in the center of the vessel, the crew members bent over their control panels, occasionally making adjustments and tapping buttons.

All of the crew were covered in blue scales and had short, blunt snouts. Thier eyes were all a deep black. They were, in short, completely alien. One, the communications officer, turned towards his commander speaking in a series of hisses and clicks, "Senior One, I am detecting a transmission. It is originating from a Type 3 planet several hundred light years away. It appears to be a dsitress call of some sort."

The commander stroked his snout reflectively for a few moments before speaking, "Set a course. Go to Alert Level 3."

"Yes, Senior One."

Bodies were strewn around the square of one town; a man was hoisted onto a statue in the centre as they crawled about him, mounting the statue. The man hissed, crucified, blood running down his palms in small rivers; blood pooling about the ground as he hissed and gasped; muttering, half-mad with pain.

They were making him watch.

A pair of children tore at a woman's throat and arms; biting into her soft, supple, yielding flesh, lapping at the blood like kittens at milk; a man was sliding someone's face over his own; reddened skin like a garish mask. The man felt his own arms being torn at, his own flesh defiled and mutilated; as he watched, and gibbered...

His mind snapped.

Pulling free; growling as he ripped his hands off of the vast metal spikes that held him; he fell; the eyes of the others upon him as he slunk forward; bleeding from his eyes. A victim lay upon the warm sand, gasping in shallow breaths. She looked up; eyes filled with tears. She too had had to watch; she too had seen the grotesque Reaver assault. She continued to weep; the figure looming above her hazy in the sun, blurred by her tears "Daddy?"

His twisted smile said more than any words could; as he and the Reavers advanced like a pack...

((Bump))

OOC: Reavers? Reavers don't exist! Everyone knows that!...

Move along citizen. ;)

Fairly interesting. My eye shall be kept on this.

OOC: Why thank you! Glad you approve :)

OOC: Holy crap on a cracker! When I saw your name I actually giggled. I'm serious. Reavers are my favorite thing from Firefly. And by the by..........I see we have a few things in common young one. I'm the one who made cannibalism trendy on NS. I can't wait to do an RP with you. I think when I get home I might post.

"We've entered sensor range," one officer declares, sitting in his blue uniform, looking into a wonderfully colored spectrum of readouts and information.

Xian stares steadily off into space, "Report."

"One ship... looks like an armed freighter or maybe a broken down destroyer... Its sent down several landing craft."

"Jennings, reply from ALTROL?" the Commodore inquires, still looking out the front view of his bridge.

"No, s-..." the Comm. Officer almost says before a soft ding is heard and a white backdropped message flashes across his screen. "... Yes, sir... its Admiral Kramer's office," he replies.

The Commodore approaches the comm, reading the screen, mumbling its contents to himself be gradually speaking them allowed, "... not to respond. You are to continue on your mission to Charlie 9 as you may not be equipped to handle the threat."

The officer from before rings in, "Now entering weapons and visual range."

"Give me visual!" Xian demands, turning to the holotank as the image appears in three demensional horror. All he could see was the singular ship hovering high above the planet's surface, but he could visualize the terror below. "Get me ALTROL on audio."

"Aye, sir... connected."

"ALTROL, this is Commodore Tong Sheng Xian aboard the Enlightenment, 12 light minutes from Charlie 7, requesting permission to interfere in hostile action. Over."

A feminine, electronically distorted voice replies, "Enlightenment, this is ALTROL, permission has been denied due to thread to Alliance personel and crafts. Over."

"But I am more than well equipt to take on current threat. Over," Xian argues.

"That is a negative, Enlightenment, that is a negative, do not engage. Continue on mission to Charlie 9. Over and out."

Xian disappointedly agrees, "Over and out... Damnit!" he decrees, slamming his fist on the comm.

"Orders, sir?" one deck officer asks.

"Reset course to Charlie 9, delay until I return. Keep a watch out for escapees. I'll be in my quarters," Xian says, then turning to exit the bridge and head for his private quarters where he might contact and argue further with Admiral Miers or someone who might give him power to interfere.

Command Center of the Sii'Kwit

The sensors officer turned to his commander, "Senior one, we are within 18 light minuts of the planet in question. There appears to be a dmaged ship of some sort sending craft to the planet. THere is also another craft here.." The sensor officer touched a control, bringing upa sensor picture of the area. A large, green sphere dominated most of the picture, with a small yellow triangle hanging in orbit. A green triangle represented their ship, while another yellow one represented the Enlightenment.

The Senior One hissed and thought again. He motioned wiht one claw to his communications officer. "Attempt to open communications with both craft, the on further away first."

"Yes, Senior One. I obey."

A few moments later a trasmission was pulsing out at the Enlightenment, audio only. To those without atranslator is was a series of clicks, whistles, and hisses. To htose who couldtranslate it, it went something like this:

Hailing unidentified spacecraft, this is the Republic of Kalden Sapce Vessel Sii'Kwit. We mean you no harm. We have detected some sort of distress signal emanating from this area of space. Please advise. Over.

Each in its own way, the races of the Horde had suffered. The orcs had fought off brutal oppression from the mysterious Burning legion. The trolls had been locked in a doomed war with the more savage tribes, as had the tauren with their distant centaurhe cousins until the orcs had saved them. Even the strange amphibious mor'ghull of the Maelstrom Nebula had battled against seemingly invincible enemies in the gaseous tubuldore army. Yet, now, they were joined as one. One apparently unstoppable force rampaging across the galaxy, leaving none that stood in their way alive.

And now, they'd stumbled upon yet another threat to their way of life.

Three vessels, all Hellscream-class cruisers, dropped out of the chaotic dimension that was the Twisting Nether. These ships, the advance recon of the fifth fleet, were assigned to patrol the system and scan it for possible throium and indurium deposits.

What they had found was something more terrible than they could have ever imagined.

"Collision warning!" screamed Grunt Kalgor as the lead Hellscream activated emergency thrusters. The vessel's energy barrier shimmered as it struggled to come back online after the jump, but it was too late. The metal edge of the crusier's port 'wing' scraped against what appeared to be a floating derelict. Ozone, and an unlucky pair of mor'ghull technicians, leaked from the hull breach into the void before the emergency hull snapped into place. The lead vessel righted itself, shutting down its primary engines and coming to a complete stop.

The other two cruisers had successfully re-engaged their barrier shields and had not collided with the free-floating vessel. They had, instead, focused on the multiple ships on what they percieved to be an intercept course. Phase disruptor cannons and short-range polaron beams charged and readied to fire in defense of their damaged comrade ship.

OOC: Tag now, post later. Looks like its a job for the Twins!

The sensor officer squawked an alarm, "Three new vessels emerging! One has collided with the derelict! They're charging weapons!"

The commander didn't have to think this time. "Alert Level Five! Deploy armor and weapons! Communications, hail them and let them know that we do not intend to harm them."

A high-pitched klaxon echoed through the shis corridors and the ship's crew scurried for thier action stations. The exterior of the ship changed. Armor deployed from slots in the hull, covering it in overlapping armored plate, designed to absorb energy and llessen the impact of physical damage. Rail-gun barrles emerged from turrets and missile tubes gaped open fore and aft.

A quick message was transmitted to the three ships:

Unidentified ships, hold your fire. This is the Republic of Kalden Space Vessel Sii'Kwit. We are investigating a distress call. One of your ships ahs collided with a derelict space-craft. I repeat hold your fire. We mean you no harm.

The hull that slid into place had collided with the gaping wound in the Reaver Hull. A Derelict; thats whatt hey thought; but they were wrong. The sounds echoed, the bangings, the snarlings; the whine of something; before an explosion rocked the place where the hulls met; metal on either side buckling; the whirr of automatic blades; the hiss as it sparked against metal; and the hull was torn asunder; and the blade-wielding fiends surged forth into the shadows...Any unlucky enough to be caught in their path, could see the gleam of the great scything blades; and the howl of the immense shurikans they hurled.

The derelict chose this moment to buzz into fiendish life; EMP blasts hurtling towards the approaching vessels from either side; as Magnetic Grappler's and Harpoons slammed towards the vessel that had become entwined with it; coiling with a metallic serpent; it's many barbs aiming to immobilise their prey; like some vast octopus, coiling in the void...

Returning attack vessels veered from their course to the larger ship; instead whirling around to face the others; cannons roaring in a primal fury that belied their small size; as the Larger vessel began to open fire; each focussing on essential parts of the enemy vessels; or parts that appeared essential.

OOC: Well, we shall watch your career with great interest...

Tag for later posting, probably involving one of my ships happening upon the site of the carnage and offering their disaster relief/run-like-hell services.

"Aft barrier emitter destroyed, General! Boarders reported on all decks!"

The trapped vessel, the Kul'tagadore, struggled to get free from the Reaver vessel like a moth trapped in a web. The guns closest to the collision site opened up, pouring hellish bursts of destruction onto the boarding parties before they were finally silenced. The two other cruisers turned to this new threat, hoping to gut the enemy with their polaron beams. However, they were suddenly faced with dozens of single ships, and the Hellscream-class carried no fighter compliment. Phase disruptors, designed to engage enemy capital ships at mid- to long-range, lashed out at these attack craft like. Unfortunately, they were about as effective as a drunk on a vacant street. Only a few attack craft were reduced to their subatomic particles, the rest continued to nibble away at the barriers.

On board the Kul'tagadore

Moshgor hefted his vibroaxe and opened his gaping mouth, emitting a hellish warcry. The olive-green orc warrior dove, headfirst, into a mass of the attackers and swung violently with his weapon. As he was overcome, three more defenders rushed to take his place. These creatures were blue and far more slender than Moshgor had been prior to his being eviscerated, but they were no less threatening due to their massive tusks and insane fury in their eyes. One of the blue defenders gouged a Reaver on his tusks, drawing the struggling humanoid in and ripping its heart out with his teeth. He kicked out with surprising strength at another, just before his arm was torn asunder. His comrade, already missing most of his face, shouted something in his alien language. The last thing the trolls saw were a mass of mor'ghulls hefting their beam cannons, and then a blue light.

Bumpity For Great Justice!