NationStates Jolt Archive

I wonder if I am myself anymore...It has been....To long since we succumbed. My flesh is rampant, seething, moving; something inside me. I touched my sidearm today and it slid into my flesh; absorbed; taken in entirely. The others are the same; their flesh is almost liquid; seething; consuming. I can summon the enveloped weapon forth. My flesh...By the Throne. It's not as though the weapon emerges; so much as my hand becomes the weapon.

Janus slipped further today; I saw his ribs slip free of his flesh; sheen with metal; gleaming. I think I feel it too. Becoming something else. Becoming more than human. Ever since that thing attacked us; we've all been changing. I feel it grate at the edge of my conciousness..Understanding; perhaps. I know more now; the universe seems less dark, less murky. They speak to me with perfect understanding

Long hours...Long fruitless hours; to reveal only the maddening truth. I love it. This new sensation it burns in my veins, wildfire, delirium; amaranth. Duelling...Testing myself; our strengths soar; our power grows...An entire Lascannon forces itself from my form and I embrace it. The whispers are now screams; My Master's bellow. Chaos shall rule the star winds

The Obliterator Virus; a most terrible manifestation of the dread power of Chaos. Twisting flesh, weapons and armor into one hideous, tormented being; a juggernaut of power and strength; an embodiment of might and hellish insanity. And now a vessel roams the void; alive with echoed screams and roars; barely piloted by the hulking form that dominates the command chair and alternates between lisping whispers and roaring bellows...

An infection haunts the voids between worlds; seeking new vectors; seeking new hosts...It must feed.

Flesh coiled around metal; armor embraced flesh, unable to be removed as the body itself forced armor into being; metabolising metal; seething with power and inhuman strength. A roar burst forth from nearly entirely bionic lungs, clawed hands; knives sliding free of tormented, writhing skin; gashed across the walls; a bellowed madness seethed free in this vessel. A chaotic insanity....This colony ship had changed; it had become. The walls were adorned with flesh and roughly hewn markings; an eight pointed star seethed and hissed; burned into the fabric of the wall with a lascannon...

This place was inhuman; it's inhabitants, lumbering in the shadows; were once human; now dedicated to Chaos; warped and infected by the Obliterator....

OOC: Now I have something that you may like.....And no I am not going to fight you. I want to get infected....

The fight with long at the station where Outer heaven mk II and Hobbeebia met, left Necromander beaten, and damaged. He knew that Necromander could heal himslef, but he also knew he needed a planet in which to do. For when he healed something died in his place. Necromanders pilot now named Necra had been infected by the virus of the dark-biomech for his entire life since day he got his bio-mech. The virus can be given to ways.

The first way is by infection. When someone of a pure heart battles one of darkness bio-cell from the dark-biomech will infect the pilot and slowly turn his body into a dark pilot and corrupt his heart. Since bio-meck take the form of thier masters heart and his purity. A good bio-mech will turn dark and evil, just as his pilot. And once the viurs has taken hold you can never revert back. Dark-biomech can infect eniter worlds by this method. Turning it from a beautiful lush planet into a nasty, poluted, dark planet of rock and metal that give off toxic gas and turns the atmosphere black and dark. From then Dark Clones can be created. And an army formed.

The second form is by willingly takeing control of a bio-mech knowing your purpose was to use it for evil.

Necromander Was infected by the second form he knew he was evil and corrupt and he still took control. But With the power comes a curse. the pilot is forever infected and can never become clean. and the darkness that was in him is amplified by the virus.

In the darkness of space, a pulsing blue point appears, then rapidly expands into a giant, swirling blue tunnel reaching into unknown distances... and from the tunnel, a single Axis Nova Hyperion-class cruiser, the class vessel, springs forth. Behind it, the tunnel into hyperspace collapses, as the ship's jump point generator shuts down. The fusion engines on the rear of the ship ignite, and it begins to crawl through space, probing the areas around it with it's radar and other sensors.

On the bridge of the Hyperion, Captain Maclendon looks out the front viewer with a bored expression on his face. He can understand the orders behind sending so many ships to different sectors for mapping and beacon depositing purposes, but it was so... unglamorous. Without turning around, he snaps an order to the bridge officers.

"Science, give me a status report. Is there anything worth our while in this backwater?"

"Nothing so far but dust, some rocks, and a couple of gas clouds, sir... wait. I'm picking up some sort of blip about 11,000 kilometers out. Coordinates Green, 27, Bravo 39, Zulu."

"Put the telescope on it, then."

On the top of the ship, the dome on a small observatory snaps back and a long-range telescope raises upwards, and focuses in on the area of the blip as the Hyperion heads into the area. As the ship gets closer, the telescope gets a better view, and the image processing software goes to work, throwing up a blurry and pixelated image on the screen.

"Looks like some kind of wreck, sir. Mabye they need help?"

"That ship looks long past help... still, general orders say we're to investigate any derelict ships and recover any possible technology or computer databases. Strike Craft Command, deploy our Euclid squadron to check it out."

"Roger that, sir."


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In the pilot's quarters, a klaxon begins to blare, and a synthesized female voice speaks up as the hangar crews fuel up the fighters.

"This is Strike Craft Command. All Euclid pilots to your ships. Repeat, this is Strike Craft Command. All Euclid pilots to your ships.

With little opportunity to do much else during these long exploratory journies, the pilots of the hulking mobile armors have had little to do but drill. Thus it is that in short order, all six Euclids are ready to launch, and the launch bay doors on the ventral hull open, the launch rails of the electromagnetic catapult extending.

"This is Strike Craft Command to Alpha Squadron, you are cleared for launch."

With the six mobile armors loaded into the launch system, the first is moved into position, detatching the umbilicals connecting it to the ship automatically as the magnetic fields gently position it in the middle of the linear accelerator, and blast deflectors raise in the hangar control window to prevent damage.

"Three... two... one... launch!"

As the flight deck commander counts down, something appearing a lot like a stop light counts down, until the words "GO!" are highlighted in green. The linear accelerator goes to full power, and the thrusters of the first Euclid ignite, the impulse provided by the two snatching the large craft and flinging it into space, it's hull shimmering from grey into a green and blue color scheme as it's PS Armor powers up.

The other five fighters soon follow, and the squadron forms up and heads for the nearby wreckage, the Hyperion following them more slowly.

They hid; sliding back into the shadows; life-signs would be negligable, questionable; it would be as though portions of the ship itself were alive. Flesh contorted about Iron; barely a one among them remained sane; they hissed and spat their petty hatreds; wore their malice like great beacons of glory. They were wracked and twisted by the maddening disease.

Yet still they could sense that something drew near; fresh meat; new hosts...New beings to taint and corrupt; to spread the vision that had so enlightened them. They were no longer colonists; no, now they were missionaries; carriers of the grand gift of the Obliterator; chosen, gifted. Chaos had made them it's servants; and now the black pestilence in their flesh cried out for sating....They would feed.

Necromander was lost in his mind lost in his insanity. Evil and corruption was al he knew and all he loved. He was thrilled by combat and welcomed pain. As he drifted in lasting evil and the void that was his home he came to a planet where much lived in the way of plant and animal life. Necromander jetted into the atmosphere. His wings wrapped around and protecting his body, as he fell his body it looked to be like a falling star. About mid-sky Necromander opened his wings and dispatched the flames. He hovered over the world as he looked a its lush open peacful land. This angered Necromander. Peace was nothing more to him then a problem waiting to happen. As he stayed airborn he held his hands out far and his hands turned to something like a slug. And they slammed into the ground and sank into the ground. After a few second the land began to die and turned to black metal. The trees that may have stood for thousands of years turned to towers of metal and computers, the tops releasing smoke and pollution. The planet began to die and it turned evil and corrupt like Necromander himself. Soon the whole world and everything in it was dead and reconstructed as a mechain of living evil in metal form. From mountians came factories from which Dark Clones came forth and and formed an army. Holding weapons of great power and destruction. Necromander looked at his world and was pleased. The world turned black and evil, and grew long tentecules that then grew Fleets. After a day the planet was gone and Necromander stood ready with his fleets of war ships and his army rose and took form. But he could still sense something greater.

Necromanders Fleet stood still as he returned. Necromander had a scent of his prey. Soon the 600 Sniper ships and Necromander lepted off into the great void to search for the great evil that Necromander wanted and needed. With a violent reality shattering black light. The fleet and Necromander where gone. And off toe Find the great power.

( the fleet arrived.) The fleet of Necromander came to be as the site where Axia Nova began thier engagment. Necromander did not want to attack...yet.

As the new fleet arrives, the sensors on the Hyperion do the electronic equivalent of crapping their pants.

"Sir! Massive unknown fleet just appeared, using an unknown type of FTL system!"

"Condition Yellow. Power up Phase Shift Armor and Geschmeidig Panzer-- and get our Mirage Colloid active, maximum power."

"Aye sir."

The hull of the Hyperion shimmers, much like the hulls of the Euclids had, as it's Phase Shift Armor powers up, painting it in a black and bluecolor scheme to make it be harder to see. As it's Mirage Colloid also powers up, it's sensor signature dwindles to less than a ghost of what it was before.

"Defenses active, sir."

"Put us behind that asteroid, and power down the engines. We'll lay low for a while and hope they don't notice us-- tell the fighters to do the same. Keep away from that ship for now, we can't do anything until we see what this huge fleet does."

"Aye sir."

Engaging it's maneuvering thrusters, the Hyperion edges closer to a nearby asteroid, then into the dark side, using docking clamps to attach itself to the surface, then shutting down it's main drive, reducing it's sensor signature still further. The fighters also go to ground, concealing themselves in the general area.

"Launch recon and camera drones-- if anything gets within 500 kilometers of us, I want to know it."

Several ports on the side of the ship open, and dozens of tiny, fist-sized disposeable camera drones spread out in all directions, monitoring the area. Untappable laser datalinks between each other and the Hyperion ensure safe and undetectable communication.

"And now, we wait..."

Necromander took lead of the fleet. He was small compared but his power was unquestioned. He controled them like pawns in a chess game. AS he took point he called into the void. His voice robotic and sinister. Just having his body in the way of the light from a distant star showed his dark arua. One of Black and purple. Holding to his Black armored body. He called out......

" I can feel you. Something of true evil and corruption. See ME! Come to me. Take me! Or am I to much evil for even you to handle....... "

He stood there, the sight of a dragon type dark-biomech would make anyone take a step back and wait. But Necromander was not one who liked to wait. He pondered weather or not his fleet was the reason. He looked back to them and again another violent Dime-jump occured. Shattering reality for a few moments.

"Now we are alone. show your self...."

"Sir, the unknown fleet has left. All that's left is that dragon, identified as being similar to one of the biomechs encountered during the Second Coreworlds War."

"Hm. How much interference from the asteroids around us is there?"

"Plenty, sir. We are basically at zero risk of being detected unless we light off our main drives."

"Right, then. Launch a boarding team to that ship. If we can get it's engines online, we can open a jump point right here in this asteroid belt and look the thing over in hyperspace at our leisure."

"Yes sir."

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"Attention Marine Squads Kuiper and Deseret, prepare for deployment. Repeat, attention Marine Squads Kuiper and Deseret, prepare for deployment."

The synthesized female voice sounds in the quarters of said squads, and the commlinks of those Marines not in their quarters buzz as well. Tossing aside whatever small entertainments or work they have been occupying themselves with, the Marines in short order get themselves equipped with Minuteman powered armor and the equipment neccesary for a forced entry, and troop off to an assault shuttle.

Once again, the linear catapult stretches forth from the bow of the Hyperion, and once again, a small craft is hurled out into space, though not as quickly as the Euclids.

Orienting itself, the assault shuttle begins slowly moving towards the derelict, using it's maneuvering thrusters and Mirage Colloid Distortion Jammer to retain a low sensor signature as it slowly closes in...

Necromaner was not one to wait forever. With evry passing second of not being answered his anger flared and gave way to energy bursts which would light up any kind of sensor board. Then he snapped.

" I SAID ANSEWR ME!!!!"

As he screamed his body pulsed with dark energy. Sending massive waves that crashed into asteroids making them vibrate violently. Some even began to turn to dark bio-cell asteroids which showed as Black and dark purple metalized spheres. Necromander was not happy. He continued to scream making his energy pulses become stronger. He energized his right claw and sliced the space around him. Cutting a hole in the reality. Large Dime-bolts leaped into the void. As the hole released alternate Dimensional energy into the known.

bump.....

Alomst three hundred thousand kilometers away there is a bright flash as a New Gazan exploration vessel drops out of transwarp. The vessel is only about seven hundred meters in length and carrys a single squadron of fighter craft. Like all New Gazan spacecraft is shaped much like an arrow head, but curved where it should be angled. Massive engines potrude from the rear, serving to propell the craft through space. The science vessel is relatively lightly armed, with only a few batteries of rail guns and particle cannons. However, it carrys a platoon of marines, and it's sensors are some of the best the New Gazan scientists can design. The captain, one Mahmoud Dreyai, turns to his sensors officer, "What's out there?"

The officer looks over his control board. "A single planet...One capital class ship, a smaller ship, and a shuttle. As well as several powered suits."

"Hail them and let them know we're freindly. Don't want to get blown up or anything."

"Yes sir. It looks as if they're attempting to board a derelict..."

Dreyai nods, "Right..."

The communications office speaks up, "Audio channel open, sir."

The captain pauses a moment and then speaks, "This is Captain Mahmoud Dreyai of the New Gazan Space Force. We are on an exploration mission and mean you no harm. Is there any chance we could initiate a 'first contact'? Out."

OOC: you picked the wrong time to hail. If you read my dark Biomech is pulsing alot of energy right now. Which if your sensors are as good as you say they are, you would have picked it up. But I am not going to explian the biomech to you. Just know they are realy strong and really fast. Planet destroying is this guys hobby. lol


IC:

Necromander picked up the hail on his comm system. Both the pilot and the Dark-bio. Laugh to them selves...

" They wish to make first contact...... I guess we should help....) opens channel..(

This is Siris. Pilot of the Dark Bio-mech Necromander, most powerful Dark Berserk Armageddon Fury. And you have made a big mistake...."

OOC: Planet destroying weapons are god-mod.

IC:


The sensor officer frowned. "This can't be right. These energy levels are off the charts!"

Dreyai frowns, "A mistake? I'm afraid I don't understand...We're on a peaceful mission. Have we violated your territory somehow? We will eave, if you wish."

He made a hand motion behind his back to his tactical officer. The ship goes to yellow alert, the shields coming online.

OOC:They are godmod if they they go blow them up like 1.2.3. They cant do that, but they do have the ability to do so. And a small use of that p[ower has been used- see Axis nova in mention to the second Coreworlds war. where a low level Bio-mech attack his fleet with a small Nova Blast. which took a good number of his fleet away. higher lievels do poses the ability to destroy planets.


IC:

Necromander only laugh back in the comms and said

" No you have not.... You have not violated anything. But you did get my attention and that not good for you... As I speak. The asteroids around you are forming into new dark bio-facilities. Making new dark bio's to infect more worlds. And you being all " peacful" only services to anger me. Peace and me dont get along..."

Dreyai whirls on his helm officer, "Get us out of here, now! We have hostiles!" The ship comes about, accelerating away from the system. It's transwarp engines begin powering as the navigation officer beigns tapping coordinates into his navi-computer.

Necromander was sad to see the new people leave. He needed new toys. As the ship began to accelerate, and the activate its warp drives. Necromander wouls soon put a stop to that. He quickly enveloped his being infront of the fleeing ship. Turning away, he sliced another hole in reality. If the ship transwarped now it would destroy them. The hole was large and boiled colors and energy bolts much like the last hole. And the area around it vibrated violently from the massive energy pulses. Necromander turned and looked at the ship. And then offered himself to be scanned. Maybe they would no the full extent of his power after they did.....

"Tell me, do you know what I am?"

"Well, that's it... that thing is obviously hostile. Weapons, deploy antimatter mines! They'll buy us some time and force that thing to be careful in how it approaches us, if it notices us."

The missile tubes of the Hyperion snap open and launch a series of matter-antimatter bombs into the surrounding area. Anything trying to get too close too quickly without the proper IFF would soon find itself an expanding cloud of gas...

In the meantime, the assault shuttle proceeds closer to the derelict, playing a searchlight over the surface and looking for an entrance.

Necromander cocked an eye at the anti-matter mines now sitting in the void. with an evil smirk he began to move the dark-bio-cell asteroids towards the mines. he did so love to see a good fireworks show. He made a fist( or atleast made a dragon fist.) and concentrated more power to it making it glow like a Black light. Then he opened his fist and took control of the asteroids and began to move them.

On board the Hyperion, the captain's jaw almost drops as he sees entire ASTEROIDS closing in on the ship's position.

"That's enough. Emergency gate-out-- put all available power to the vortex generators, so we can encompass all our fighters and that derelict as well."

"Aye, sir. Our jump engines will be offline for a time after we do so, though."

"That's fine. That THING has no possible way of following us in, and if it's dumb enough to do so, it'll be easy for us to lose it in there."

A spark appears in the midst of the asteroid belt, quickly expanding to a massive blue swirling tunnel. An instant later, the Hyperion, it's fighters, the shuttle, the derelict, and several stray asteroids all zip down it and into hyperspace, the gate collapsing behind them.

Necromander screamed with frustration. The lose of the Derelict was a blow to him and it was not the time to make him angry with a ship in front of him. He looked back at the ship and charged his claws once more...

The helm officer throws the ship into a series of evasive manuvers as the ship sounds general quarters. Crew members scatter to action stations as the ship's weapons come online. The ship attempts to manuver beyond the bioling hole in reality . The sensors' officer is speechless. That shouldn't be there. IT's against every rule of physics.

The ship turns about and accelerates away, fast. The navigation officer begins re-entering coordinates. The captain yells at his comms officer, "Alert Outpost 114 and dump our data bank! Maybe they can make use of this if we don't make it out!"

A data probe shoots from a forward missile bay and accelerates to transwarp speed, dissepearing in a flash of light. The ship, in the meantime, continues to accelerate. It fires a spread of missiles behind it to cover it's retreat.

Necromander watched as it began to retreat. The spread of missiles was a nice addition. The missiles where countered with a dark nove wave, which sent a heavy wave of dark energy which would cuase the missile to prematurly explode when contact was made. As the ship accelerated so did Necromander. He sped over to to every speed increasing ship as it began to leave. Necromander got close enough to touch the ship shields. Just as he got close he shot began to charge a Dark Nove Blast. An extremely devestating attack that can vary in strength. It normally take the form of a ball but can also take the form of a beam if need be. Before long large amounts of energy began to form around his mouth. The ball gave an evil dark glow. Necromander was now moving at extreme speeds, and would not be able to keep up for much longer. At the last second that massive attack was shot as a beam and jetted towards the ships shields and hull. Given the power of the attack the shields would not be much help at the range. and the hull would act like tin foil.


( with Axis nova....)

The one of several space rocks that went with them was not normal. Infact it was a factory, a factory of the dark bio....

"Status report."

"Hyperspace entry successfully completed, sir."

"Right, then. Slap a couple of tow lines on that derelict, and let's get out of here. We'll haul it to a more secure location, further off the beacon routes, and look it over at our leisure. Are all small craft docked yet?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let's go, then."

With that, a few rocket-propelled anchors fire from the Hyperion's hull, embedding themselves in the "derelict", then the ship lights off it's main drive and flies away with it's prize in tow, soon being lost in the swirling, reddish-black environment of hyperspace. Behind it, the asteroids pulled in after it simply drift away; with no sensors or vortex generators, they'll be lost in hyperspace forever.

As the masive attack jets towards them the helm officer throws the ship into a sharp dive, arcing away as the massive beam of energy crackles through the space they had just been occupying. The ship turned back onto course, accelerating to transwarp speeds.

"Ten seconds to transwarp....nine....eight...seven...six...five...four...!"

The captain gritted his teeth. Four seconds.

There was a ship for every situation. The ship for THIS particular situation was named Pestilence, and an entire Terran Fleet followed after it, hundreds of powerful Ships of the Wall, and hundreds more Protoss Strike Cruisers and Carriers, enough ships to swarm under entire systems, much less one opponent. And then there was Braids. A Dementia Summoner, powerful, dangerous, and irrevocably insane...

OOC: Not so fast, superguy.

1) I'm still IN hyperspace, which, btw, is the babylon 5 version, not the starwars version.

2) Your FTL isn't the same as Babylon 5's FTL, so your factory's not going anywhere-- it's stuck.

Oh my B. I'll delete the last post....

New Gaza']As the masive attack jets towards them the helm officer throws the ship into a sharp dive, arcing away as the massive beam of energy crackles through the space they had just been occupying. The ship turned back onto course, accelerating to transwarp speeds.

"Ten seconds to transwarp....nine....eight...seven...six...five...four...!"

The captain gritted his teeth. Four seconds.


Necromander redirected and recharged and fired agian. The beam streamed forth, this time with enough power that the bolts of energy to came off, sliced holes in the subspace barriers. While the beam luanched, his claws charged and also attacked, sending energy waves fling forth after the beam.

"Sir, we seem to have one being trying to destroy someone fleeing the system."

"Well then, Braids, give us some of your pets, and we'll open fire."

Outside the fleet, a massive skeletal dragon with bizarre features, 6 legs, ursine claws, a mantis head, and wings of blackest bone appeared. A Dementia beast, creatures out of nightmare.

The entire flet opened up with their Yamato Batteries, misiles, various energy batteries, numbering in the thousands, all targeted on a single agressor.

Necromander looked at the creature that had sprung from the ship.

" Amazing.... I swear it looks like a cross between me, mantra, and Arachanox. You are to beatiful a creature to destroy."

With that Necromander turned to the beast. And concentrated on the asteroids. Most by now had turned into dark-bio factories. One by one the asteroids began to open thier sides and release orbs. The orbs where made of Dark bio-cell and where used in matter converstion. From normal matter they would be reconstructed and turned to dark bio-cell. Organic or not everything would change. Soon millions of litttle orbs raced around the void, waiting for thier turn to attack.

Dark-bio cell Orb-
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OOC: I guess it looks like this almost..?
http://features.cgsociety.org/galleryimages/14341/biomech.jpg

TAG for interest

NEcromander already had an attack chraged, and he thought it to be a waste to not use it. As the enemy ships targeted him Necromander released his Nova Blast in ball form. The massive energy Ball jetted towards the ship[ with the creature. Necromander didn't like to be the second most scary thing in space..... The orbs then formed behind the attack and formed a wall. On the other side of necromander the orbs generated thier weapons most had medium turbolaser cannons. not very powerful alone but when over a milion are firing at you, they become a threat quickly. The orbs began to fire And When they did Necromander left. To continue his search for the great evil he had sensed.....

The ship did not take lightly to being so disrupted; to be wrenched too and fro by cosmic forces; it's occupants raged and howled in almost unfathomable tongues; roaring and bellowing in maddened anger. The ships weapons flashed for a moment, alighting for a glorious second of clarity, pain and suffering; their roar upon the winds of space and time.

They announced themselves in a moment of fury and fire and suffering