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---Xarnarthan, Pythogrian Cruiser, Edge of Pythogrian Space---

A massive ripping sound was heard, the sound of Duerachrome being ripped apart. A leak had sprung.

"ARGH!"

A crewmwmber was sucked into space. There he proptly exploded due to lack of air pressure.

On Level 9...

"Level breached by unknown object! Close level 8!"

"DAMN IT! CLOSE LEVEL EIGHT!"

No response was heard from Control.

The control operator turned around, and he only saw a massive claw. It tore through him, and he was dead.

Thousands of these mosters had made their way through the ship. In the end, nothing survived.

---Pyon, Pythogrian Homeworld---

"What happened?"

"The Xarnarthan was found, drifting and crewless. There's bodies all through it. there's slash marks on them. Deep ones. And they're full of acid."

"Well how the heck did whatever did this get in?"

"There's a massive hole in the side of the ship, sir."

"Well, THAT explains it. Where's the ship now?"

"We've sent some frieghters to grab it, sir."

"Good. Very, very good."

---Space---

The Pythogrian frieghters came up to the ship. They expected to see a big piece of metal with a hole in it, surrounded by some scout ships that were guarding it.

Instead, they found a piece of metal ensased in flesh, growing tentacles and eyes.

"Holy shit! Get back! GET BACK!"

But it was too late. A tentacle grabbed the frieghter, pulled it in, and consumed it. The other two frieghters began running.

But this... creature... chased them. IT soon began to quiver, and it broke off. It left into an asteroid belt. The frieghters got back to Pyon without further incedent.

---Pyon, Pythogrian Homeworld---

"Sir, that ship is ALIVE!"

"Alive?"

"The frieghters found the metal part encased in flesh growing tentacles and eyes and such, sir. I am serious. And no, it is not April Fools."

"Oh god... I am too old for this... where's this ship? Can I see a picture?"

"The ship is in the Heraz Asteroid Belt sir. And here's a picture."

A picture came on the screen. It was mainly just the ship with bowed-out sdes. But... various organs and bodypartshad punctured the exterior. The ship was... infested.

"Put our fleets on... Alert Omega."

"Alert Omega?"

"Yes. Omega."

OOC: If you want to get attacked by another one of these, it's basically a living organism that punctures ship armor with a tentacle and releases a whole bunch of little claw-using monsters in. Once the crew is dead, it crawls in, and begins growing. It infests the ships and can control computer systems. It then begins producing more and more nasty creatures and can make more infesters. All of these creatures are space-faring.

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OOC: If you want to get attacked by another one of these, it's basically a living organism that punctures ship armor with a tentacle and releases a whole bunch of little claw-using monsters in. Once the crew is dead, it crawls in, and begins growing. It infests the ships and can control computer systems. It then begins producing more and more nasty creatures and can make more infesters. All of these creatures are space-faring.

OOC: So it's essentially the Zerg?

I'll get in a little later. Seems interesting.

OOC: So it's essentially the Zerg?

I'll get in a little later. Seems interesting.

OOC: Yeah. Sort of.

OOC: Tag. Looks pretty interesting.

OOC: Tag. Looks pretty interesting.

OOC: Come on, join in!

IC:

"Sir, we need to combat this."

"True... but..."

"It's needed, sir."

"Fine. Send in the First Imperial Fleet."

"OK."

The First Imperial Fleet began boosting towards the asteroid belt. Six infested ships of various nationality soon puntured the outer ring. The battle began, with lasers and plasma, as well as missiles, being thrown around. The... aliens.., began retaliating with strange, acidic goop, and the ship's weapons. Plus tentacles.

"This is the First Imperial Fleet! All within range, please assist! We are under attack by unknown alien life-forms! I am serious!"

OOC: Sounds like Tyranids

OOC: Sounds like Tyranids

OOC: Join FT and join this RP!

OOC: I was FT...and god knows that was interesting. But after causing a huge war, the destruction of a race, and getting called a godmod bacuase of my dimensional weapons...I'll stay in Mt/Pmt for now..

OOC: I was FT...and god knows that was interesting. But after causing a huge war, the destruction of a race, and getting called a godmod bacuase of my dimensional weapons...I'll stay in Mt/Pmt for now..

OOC: Ok.

OOC: Alright, i'll get in with the distress call...

IC:
The distress comm was recieved by Gamma Task Force, outside of the Outer Colonies, still a distance away. The war fleet, relatively large in size, was cocky they could get the job done, though ETA was still a half an hour away as the ships jetted off into hyperspace towards the asteroid belt. The flagship of the armada, the dreadnought Viscount, led an impressive array of ships and fighters that had seen plenty of action recently.

OOC: Alright, i'll get in with the distress call...

IC:
The distress comm was recieved by Gamma Task Force, outside of the Outer Colonies, still a distance away. The war fleet, relatively large in size, was cocky they could get the job done, though ETA was still a half an hour away as the ships jetted off into hyperspace towards the asteroid belt. The flagship of the armada, the dreadnought Viscount, led an impressive array of ships and fighters that had seen plenty of action recently.

"Sir, Amazonian Beast support is en route. We just need to hold out for a half-hour."

"And we will do so. Aim our plasma main guns into the eyes."

This practice made a whole Assilimate (as the Pythogrians called them) be basically fried. Cheers were heard, the battle was almost theirs!

Until a tentacle destroyed a plasma cannon. Then the aliens TARGETED the cannons. Only one was left, and it fried one more Assilimate, and was out.

By now, half the fleet was gone. All fighters down. Plasma finished. Now, he only weapons they had were lasers...

Hypering in-system, the war fleet quickly organized, the cruisers moving in on where the action seemed to be occuring, fighters and assault fighters regrouping with gunships to try and form up quick battle strategies against the unknown organics. Droid fighters, expendable, small, and manueverable, poured out of the capital ship hangers, flanking into formations and clicking to one another in squawking droid langauge.
The cruisers, meanwhile, began picking out their targets, plasma drivers, turbolasers, and torpedo and missile tubes trying to seek out noticeable weaknesses on the organic carapaces of the strange spacefaring hostiles. Static cannons moved around into position to fire, hoping the electronic outburst from the electricty combined with the energy bolt would maybe disrupt the nueral pathways of the creatures.

Hypering in-system, the war fleet quickly organized, the cruisers moving in on where the action seemed to be occuring, fighters and assault fighters regrouping with gunships to try and form up quick battle strategies against the unknown organics. Droid fighters, expendable, small, and manueverable, poured out of the capital ship hangers, flanking into formations and clicking to one another in squawking droid langauge.
The cruisers, meanwhile, began picking out their targets, plasma drivers, turbolasers, and torpedo and missile tubes trying to seek out noticeable weaknesses on the organic carapaces of the strange spacefaring hostiles. Static cannons moved around into position to fire, hoping the electronic outburst from the electricty combined with the energy bolt would maybe disrupt the nueral pathways of the creatures.

The Static Cannons literally fried an Assilimate brain-dead. The smaller attacks really didn't do a lot, but one drone did mange to get a laser into an ammunitio nstorage area. The resulting explosion severely injured the Assilimate.

As a last resort, the Assilimates bagan to release fighters from fighter bays. These were basically... organic bombs. The pilots were fused to the aircraft. None were human any longer.

A small force of Cravanian ships on an exploration mission recieved the signal. The group was made of six Freedom-class cruisers, and several mixed types of destroyers and frigates.

The captain of the flagship, the Invincible, sent a message to the Pythogrians.

"We will be there in a few miniutes. Just hold on."

The force engaged their hyperdrives, and jumped towards the distress call.

A small force of Cravanian ships on an exploration mission recieved the signal. The group was made of six Freedom-class cruisers, and several mixed types of destroyers and frigates.

The captain of the flagship, the Invincible, sent a message to the Pythogrians.

"We will be there in a few miniutes. Just hold on."

The force engaged their hyperdrives, and jumped towards the distress call.

"Thank you for your help."

Just then, a tentacle went through the wall of the command ship. This time, the invading creatures were stopped, but sixteen soldiers were dead.

The fleet jumped in, a good distance away from the unknown... thing.

"What the fuck is that?"
"I've got no clue. But it appears to have little long-range capabilities other than the weapons of infested ships."

Klaxons began to sound off throughout the ship.

"Set the fleet to condition one. Launch the alert fighters, and bring up the reserves. We're hitting them hard and we're hitting them fast."
"Aye, captain."

Fighters left the port and starboard hangars, speeding through the black abyss of space.

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"Pilots, report."
"Wardog two, here."
"Wardog three, two engines lit."
"Wardog four, ready to kill some of these nasty mutha fuckas."
"Wardog five, in the green."
"Wardog six, shields up."
"Wardog seven, in the clear."
"Wardog eight, ready to go."
"Wardog nine, where the hell do I piss in this thing?"
"Wardog ten, two lit and three cannons armed."
"Wardog eleven, ready and willing."
"Wardog twelve, last as usual."

Cdr. Richard Lewis, commanding pilot of Wardog squadron, watched as his squadron-mates fell into formation. He looked around, as hundreds of other fighters swarmed around his. He jammed his throttle to full, and watched as the disgusting monstrosities loomed before him.

"Lead, two. My sights are hot and I've got two warm tubes. Orders?"
"Weapons free, guys. Let 'em loose."
"Copy that, lead, beginning my run."

The fighters looped around and accelerated to attack speed. They veered in on the massive creatures and began shooting it constantly, red beams of plasma leaping out from their cannons and torpedoes flying.

"Let's kill these things! Don't let 'em get away!"

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Meanwhile the fleet maneuvered into a position to allow itself long range bombardment capabilities.

"Firing solution, captain."
"Weapons free."
"Aye, sir."

The turbolaser batteries of the Invincible and her sisters made themselves known...

The fleet jumped in, a good distance away from the unknown... thing.

"What the fuck is that?"
"I've got no clue. But it appears to have little long-range capabilities other than the weapons of infested ships."

Klaxons began to sound off throughout the ship.

"Set the fleet to condition one. Launch the alert fighters, and bring up the reserves. We're hitting them hard and we're hitting them fast."
"Aye, captain."

Fighters left the port and starboard hangars, speeding through the black abyss of space.

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"Pilots, report."
"Wardog two, here."
"Wardog three, two engines lit."
"Wardog four, ready to kill some of these nasty mutha fuckas."
"Wardog five, in the green."
"Wardog six, shields up."
"Wardog seven, in the clear."
"Wardog eight, ready to go."
"Wardog nine, where the hell do I piss in this thing?"
"Wardog ten, two lit and three cannons armed."
"Wardog eleven, ready and willing."
"Wardog twelve, last as usual."

Cdr. Richard Lewis, commanding pilot of Wardog squadron, watched as his squadron-mates fell into formation. He looked around, as hundreds of other fighters swarmed around his. He jammed his throttle to full, and watched as the disgusting monstrosities loomed before him.

"Lead, two. My sights are hot and I've got two warm tubes. Orders?"
"Weapons free, guys. Let 'em loose."
"Copy that, lead, beginning my run."

The fighters looped around and accelerated to attack speed. They veered in on the massive creatures and began shooting it constantly, red beams of plasma leaping out from their cannons and torpedoes flying.

"Let's kill these things! Don't let 'em get away!"

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Meanwhile the fleet maneuvered into a position to allow itself long range bombardment capabilities.

"Firing solution, captain."
"Weapons free."
"Aye, sir."

The turbolaser batteries of the Invincible and her sisters made themselves known...


This went straight through the last two Assilimates. The Pythogrians were safe.

Mostly.

One of the destroyed ships had an... egg come out of it. This began to use a fighter's hyperspace drive, and dissapeared into space.

This went straight through the last two Assilimates. The Pythogrians were safe.

Mostly.

One of the destroyed ships had an... egg come out of it. This began to use a fighter's hyperspace drive, and dissapeared into space.

OOC: I'd assume one of your fighters?

OOC: I'd assume one of your fighters?

OOC: Yes, it's in a fighter.

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