Jenrak
09-07-2006, 15:19
…Final entry from the diary of Lord Totalius, last Totalian of the Mechi-Total Empire, dated 4420 Second Harvest, Planet Heryomn, c 450-331…
The darkness of space, that cold feeling that shivered and impaled your soul, its soft breath of death more than a stench, more than a feeling or a sight. Destruction came about in the cold recesses of the void, deadly yet majestic, masters of beautiful chaos. So pretty, so valiant, yet so deceptive and destructive, powerful beings. They came from all around us, striking in the times we were too quiet and soft, trying to take us out in smaller groups, encompassing us as we fought back carefully. My saber shivered in my hands, quiet and sleek, a silver shine in the metal gleam before my blood splattered, I was atop the bridge when they hit in the void of Arracheos sector. Nothing prepared us.
From the soft buzzing of the diary’s shimmering screen, marching was heard up the metal stairs to the catwalk, the metal door ripped apart easily as thin, but beastly bipedal creatures walked about, their features grotesque and gruesome. Their eyes were a shining golden yellow, no irises, no soul, all a mass of yellowish humour, small and slit-like. Their teeth were long knives that stretched from the top of the blood-red gums to the bottom of their mouth, drooping and draping along like a loose jaw, gaping and licking as strips of flesh still hung on their teeth, picks of the red soft essence picked off and flickered about. Their fingers were long claws, scythe-like claws splashing out of their backs, their necks thin and short but broad and bulky, their arms thin and wiry. A long sash crawled from their backs to their waists, as the legs upon it frittered about.
Tentacles-like critters spurted from the small orifices in their hands, as the crawling critters twisted about and chewed aggressively on the metal supports, their bodies hardening as their spines became a thick platinum shine, straightening as the beating of their hearts reverberated throughout the ship, almost a hive of beating throbs. It was a symphony of bloody torment, the spray of red about the ship as a soft humid air of a magenta fog grazed these fiendish creatures’ throbbing skin.
Their mouths were still flickering with the soft salivating stench, the stench of death once more, as they looked around, and the blue hue of the holopad began to pick up the small vestiges as it transferred information about.
They came out of nowhere, they came…they were cold, merciless, and they grew themselves to be accustomed to the harshness of space. I could not keep the Mechinus intact, even my soldiers could not fight them – they did not fight through casualties, they fought through pain, through torture. They prolonged and captured, tortured and twisted, and every single one that succumbed became one of theirs. They became drones. I could not stop them, I could not fight them, I could prevent them if I had more strength, but I was outwitted, outmatched and out muscled by the ferocity of these new foes. Each one was an army, a factory of war. I could not stop –
With that, it was a cut short, the transmission gone. Totalius’ body was sliced apart, his armour drained and his remains nothing more than organs within the Overlord of the Harvesters.
The darkness of space, that cold feeling that shivered and impaled your soul, its soft breath of death more than a stench, more than a feeling or a sight. Destruction came about in the cold recesses of the void, deadly yet majestic, masters of beautiful chaos. So pretty, so valiant, yet so deceptive and destructive, powerful beings. They came from all around us, striking in the times we were too quiet and soft, trying to take us out in smaller groups, encompassing us as we fought back carefully. My saber shivered in my hands, quiet and sleek, a silver shine in the metal gleam before my blood splattered, I was atop the bridge when they hit in the void of Arracheos sector. Nothing prepared us.
From the soft buzzing of the diary’s shimmering screen, marching was heard up the metal stairs to the catwalk, the metal door ripped apart easily as thin, but beastly bipedal creatures walked about, their features grotesque and gruesome. Their eyes were a shining golden yellow, no irises, no soul, all a mass of yellowish humour, small and slit-like. Their teeth were long knives that stretched from the top of the blood-red gums to the bottom of their mouth, drooping and draping along like a loose jaw, gaping and licking as strips of flesh still hung on their teeth, picks of the red soft essence picked off and flickered about. Their fingers were long claws, scythe-like claws splashing out of their backs, their necks thin and short but broad and bulky, their arms thin and wiry. A long sash crawled from their backs to their waists, as the legs upon it frittered about.
Tentacles-like critters spurted from the small orifices in their hands, as the crawling critters twisted about and chewed aggressively on the metal supports, their bodies hardening as their spines became a thick platinum shine, straightening as the beating of their hearts reverberated throughout the ship, almost a hive of beating throbs. It was a symphony of bloody torment, the spray of red about the ship as a soft humid air of a magenta fog grazed these fiendish creatures’ throbbing skin.
Their mouths were still flickering with the soft salivating stench, the stench of death once more, as they looked around, and the blue hue of the holopad began to pick up the small vestiges as it transferred information about.
They came out of nowhere, they came…they were cold, merciless, and they grew themselves to be accustomed to the harshness of space. I could not keep the Mechinus intact, even my soldiers could not fight them – they did not fight through casualties, they fought through pain, through torture. They prolonged and captured, tortured and twisted, and every single one that succumbed became one of theirs. They became drones. I could not stop them, I could not fight them, I could prevent them if I had more strength, but I was outwitted, outmatched and out muscled by the ferocity of these new foes. Each one was an army, a factory of war. I could not stop –
With that, it was a cut short, the transmission gone. Totalius’ body was sliced apart, his armour drained and his remains nothing more than organs within the Overlord of the Harvesters.