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Death...... it was all around the demons of Neo Zeta it had been for many years as they lay waste to humans. Now the tables had turned with the Chronosian invasion crushing everything in their path. Even Bevelle had fallen to them. And yet the demons hidden in shadow who for years had influnced the more public demons in their actions now felt it was time to take a more direct role. They had planned for thousands of years for this day and now the time had come. The summoning of the Dark Titan the destroyer of all life into this realm. With his comeing his legions would unleash themselfs apone everything not loyal to him.

The planet Emperors world had always been a importent planet for the demons of Neo Zeta as it was where the Demon Emperors made their home way from Bevelle and held their games. But it was importent for another reasion known by a select few. two thousand years befor a pool of demonic energy unlike any other had been found. After studying it the high demon lords confirmed what the faithful had hoped. They had found a hole between this realm and the twisting neither. A place where a strong gateway could be forged to summon a being of great power.....a titan. But many items would be needed items held my many diffrent races some weak and some powerful. To gather these items a Empire would be needed with a military able to lay waste to those who hold these items and to protect the gateway. And the demons found unknowing servents in the humans and lesser demons of Zeta.

Now two thousand years later a great temple called the Neither Temple rest ontop of the gateway and the summoning has started. Neither energy swirlds around the world pulseing great ammounts of energy. The Dark Titan will soon be apone all life. But the energys pulseing from the world can not go unnoticed to all a select few will with out a doubt feel the comeing tide of darkness. Unlikely alliances will be formed to fight a threat to them all a threat to all life.

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A shadow and a threat draws ever near. Pain, agony, and suffering move from one life force to the next on the lush planet below. A tiny planet tucked away in the corner of the empire which receives very little traffic, usually in the form of transports and shuttles for the Jedi that were training in a temple on its surface. One not so well travelled area and even less known housed some of the more reclusive residences within the empire.

Knarled roots lifted stone slabs from the ground while green vines snaked their way up earthen walls and in through windows. Ceilings had collapsed providing natural light in areas where the jungle canopy didn't overlap. All forms of reptiles, birds, and even a few mammals had taken up residence in the ancient palace. It was perfect in every sense to fit their needs. The Betterman Council had setup shop so to speak there when really they were simply discovered by archeologists and biologists or at least a form of them was discovered. In anycase, they stood out this day feeling the mechanics of the universe working at their full potential with the recent conflicts breaking out across the galaxy. Here, balance would be maintained or be upset by unknown forces. It was this constant belief that they atuned their senses as well as keeping in mind all living life forces around them. The tremor of pain that was being felt throughout all was a mere change in the wind to them but the slightest change could bring a coming storm if not properly prepared for.

Evolved beyond vocal cords, their lipid channels were the main form of communication as they conversed between their minds.
Something stirs once again from the demon world.

So it would seem. Once again they seek to bring the universe to nothingness and destroy all that is or will ever be.

Do we act?

We are the guardians of humans and must see that they do not destroy themselves or allow others to destroy them.

Whom among us shall we send?

I shall go with one other. A Jedi perhaps.

.......... Very well, but this time make sure you finish the job. Lamia.
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His heart pounded while squarring off against his opponent. The glow of Erickson's blue lightsaber reflected off his face while staring down the only other Abh to have the force in them. Her purple saber pulsed with energy sending out hums while it danced back and forth. Their pathes crossed every so often in a clash of light and strength until the confrontation was broken. Rules had been set that no force powers were to be used in the spar.

Blades twirled overhead coming down back behind their backs then shooting out and various slashes and perries. They moved back and forth occasionally lunging for a feint opening then quick stapping back to avoid a critical slash or stab. The end came when Erickson thought he had been gaining ground and beating Jeshika back until he realized he was being baited when a sweep kick took the base from under him. His head hit the floor hard sounding a thud. Vision blurred, he looked up to see the purple tip of her lightsaber pointed at his throat before going unconcious.

Something...was amiss.

Hamuul felt this. Within the gold and stone halls of the Nelvaanian temple, he knew something was wrong. The very stream of life seemed to move strangely today, as if something was hindering its progress.

Hamuul Runetotem, High Shaman of the United Horde and representative to the Federation Order High Council, rose from his seated position slowly. Nelvaan had become quieter these last few months, what with the war looming ever closer and the fleet building up in its skies. However, this was not related. No, life always adapted to things like war and suffering. They were natural, even if unpleasant.

But life seemed to shy away from what the old tauren felt now. This was something unnatural. Something not spawned of this reality.

The Legion?

Hamuul dismissed the thought. The Legion had not been seen in a lifetime, ever since the Draenei'kul, or orcs in the common tongue, had united what was now known as the Horde and driven them from this region of space. No one in the Federation had even heard of them, save for the enigmatic Lich King and his servant Kel'Thuzad, and Hamuul expected that death had long ago rotted both of their minds.

Still, this new force bore the same, bitter taste of the Legion. It was the same as when Hamuul traveled on a Netherdrive-equipped ship.

The old tauren looked up into the pale yellow sun of Nelvaan. Soon he would have to return to his homeworld of Kalimdor for a meeting of the tribes. Surely the other shamans would have felt this too, and he wanted to be able to say that he was doing something about it.

But no, he couldn't go himself. The Horde needed him, especially as the war with the treacherous Extra-Solare Union of Systems grew ever-closer to this pristine paradise.

Drek'thar, if only you were here...

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Etar was bored with guard duty. He was a shaman, Aspects damn it! He had facilitated the first contact with the Coredians, which led to the liberation of Nelvaan!

And now here he was, commanding a frigate, and sitting on his fat green ass over the fortress world of Nelvaan. Half the fleet was deployed to the various fronts of the war with the Union, serving the Warchief and earning glory for their families.

All of this was too fucking political. Never mind all that he'd done for the Horde. No, because his great-grandfather was Aka'thoramar the Betrayer, his entire family were outcasts. Only Drek'thar had seen past his bloodline, and now he was dead. Struck down by one of the Chronosian demons while saving a planet.

The same fucking planet that he now had to help fucking guard.

"Legionnare," said his first officer,Blood Guard Twigilar'dozi, a young murloc who's name he couldn't pronounce. And he didn't so much say it. Mor'ghull, commonly known as murlocs to the non-Horde races, didn't have vocal cords in the same way that orcs and humans did. Instead, their speech was a mix of clicks and gurgles. Sure, he could understand this "gutterspeak" as it was called - all military personnel had to - but it was damned peculiar.

"Yes? What is it, Twiggy?" he asked in a rather bored tone.

"Orders from Command."

"Finally!" he clapped his hands together. "Let's have 'em!"

He held the vegetable paper in front of him so that the dim lights of the frigate's bridge would illuminate it.

To: Legionnare Etar, frigate VJ0984-F Malaka'jin
From: High Shaman Hamuul Runetotem, Temple of Holt Kezed, Nelvaan

Proceed to area 0172.472.201 and wait for further instructions.

Ships Assigned to Your Mission
VJ0984-F Malaka'jin

--Message Ends--

"...what spawn of Neltharion is this?!" demanded the shaman. "I'm supposed to go that far away from Horde space, and I don't even get a squadron?"

"You wanted a chance to prove yourself, Legionarre."

"Shut it, Twiggy. Go make sure all personnel are back from shore leave, and top off our supplies. Helm, set a course."

" Soon...........soon" A voice came from the darkness. Three powerful agents of the Dark Titan were makeing ready for his comeing. Vel'rak The Devourer servered as the summoner of the Dark Titan and high lord of the legion forces left in this realm. A powerful Eredar Warlock trained by Kil'jaeden himself. He lived for one goal,to summon the dark titan.

The secound figure in darkness was Firemaw once a black dragon its soul was merged with a powerful demoness the black dragons form was twisted into a more demonic form but still haveing the look of dragon tho serverl times larger then the normal mature black dragon.

The Third The Prophet Skeram a Silithid once defeated in ages past. He was ressurected to be the choosen one of the Dark Titan to spread his will to lesser races. Aiding in this was his ability to take the form of any race he comes into conntact with. His most recent form was the human known as Shishio. Useing his power he influnced a war to bring forces that would stand in the Dark Titans goals close so they would be the first to be dealt with instead of hunting them down for years slowing his plans down.

They all knew those who would stand in the Dark Titans way would be on their way. The humans and their foolish relgions of the force or weak child gods who fall far short of a real Diety like the Dark Titan. To the foolish orcs who had stood in the legions way for far to long. All would come as planned and their heroes crushed befor the faithful of the Dark Titan. Just as their races will be once the Dark Titan had arrived.

" Do not fail me in this most importent of task!!" I voice of horrible might boomed from the deminic pool in the main chamber. The pool was the size of a small lake. In the middle was a shadow could be seen and it was growing larger hour by hour,secound by secound. " Soon this realm will be set aflame and nothing but ash left in my wake and then i will move on to the next." The voice boomed agian. The three could only bow befor the voice of their master.

Erickson moaned slightly rolling his head back and forth on the pillow that now supported him. His head throbbed on the back and the room still spinned with blinding lights.

How did I get here?

Images of the fight flashed thru his mind along with the last scene being the decisive kick that landed him this earthshattering headache.

Oh yeah, that.

Pale blue eyes scanned from one side of the room to the next looking for a familiar face or anyone for that matter. What he found was that he was in a room, someone elses room. The face of a woman loomed over him as he became more and more coherent. Jeshika looked at him with little expression. Funny how she was from a family with a good heritage but she always acted like an Abriel in his opinion. Being one of the two Abh force users did not improve her mood either. There was no small wonder why Doron had put her in charge of the temple during his absence. His second in command so to speak.

"You're finally awake." Her statement broke the long silence in the room. "I was beginning to worry that you would require more healing or that might have actually been permanent brain damage. But you are awake so you must be fine."

His head rolled over to the side still throbbing. "That depends on your definition of 'fine'." His eyes looked around the room once again. "Why did you bring me to your room?"

"I am giving you a mission, Erickson and you have been requested."

"Requested? Requested by who?"

Out of the shadows stepped a man of tall stature but appeared thin. He wore an open black leather jacket with nothing underneath along with black leather pants. The black gloves on his hands had been removed of fingers and the black glasses that he wore hid his eyes. The figure had two starking features first off. One was his hair. Blue hair that was incredibly long reaching down past his waist with the front of his hair tipped with red, green, and blue colors. The other feature was a strange jewel embedded in his chest with red markings around. None of it registered with the young Jedi. "Do I know you?"

His mouth didn't move but a voice was sent into Erickson's mind the was in sync with a series of flashes in the middle of his forehead.

No.

Jeshika stepped to Erickson's side. "This is Lamia of the Betterman Council."

"What? So the rumors around the temple are true. I've never seen one of you before."

"No you wouldn't have. If they appear in public, then few know who their true identities are. One accompanied Lord Dusanyu to a meeting with a representative from Chronosia though it would have only appeared as a mere bird. Only he knew who it was. Lamia here has been the most involved and actually partaking in battles. He was at the civil war in Talaax on the ground fighting just like a normal soldier and his most colorful campaigns have been on Neo Zetan soil. Only a few know of the Bettermen. Lord Dusanyu, Lord Rahl, and a few officials in Star Forces."

"So why me?"

"I asked him that myself but he wouldn't say. Anyways you have a mission to prepare for. I suggest packing for an extended trip and be ready to head out within the hour."

Jeshika excused herself and walked out the door to allow Erickson just a little more time to rest. Lamia stepped close the bed looking down at Erickson with his gaze piercing thru into Erickson's eyes. He stood there staring for a few moments then left without another word or thought.
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About an hour later, Erickson stood outside the Jedi temple in an earthen brown cloak and a small pack on his back. His lightsaber was tucked away nicely at his hip underneath the garment. Lamia stood outside at the edge of the jungle waiting for Erickson. Without a word, he turned and began moving through the vegetation. Vines and humidity were a constant foe in blazing a trail. They walked for what seemed like hours and Erickson had completely given up on trying to figure their orientation with respects to the temple. He simply walked on following Lamia.

Trees and ferns began to clear giving way to the sight of the rundown earthen palace that was home to the Betterman Council. Erickson stood there on the edge staring for a moment. "So this is it..."

Lamia stood still staring at practically nothing. Erickson's senses began kicking in as he could feel a large power force circulating and eminanting from Lamia. Earth began to shake. Large crevices formed in the ground until a small canyon had taken shape right in front of them. Something was rising and it was alive. And continued to climb until it rose above the crevice and hovered there. The small canyon began closing once again leaving the rest of the secrets below well hidden. "I-It's a ship."

Yes.

Runes appeared along the hull as the ship recognized the being standing before it. They flashed and the exterior pulled apart creating a sort of doorway.

Come.

"Where are we going?"

Neo Zeta.

"So tell me again why where coming back to Neo Zeta when we haven't seen it in years?" Taylor Masaki asked curtly as he paced aboard the Zazuba, a Katana-class Medium Cruiser.

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"The Council's Demonhunter Division noted that there's an increase in demon activity in NZ since we knew them last." Jacob, his twin brother, sighed. "We're to investigate the activity and report back, then deal with whatever comes. The Shinobi contiguent with us is to help us with the recon."

"I guess. But I don't see why the Council should send us instead of someone else. I mean, sure we stopped the Empire cold at Jurai, but still..."

"We know the nation best." Jacob rolled his eyes. "Besides, this demon activity will give us an opportunity to meet with old friends and compare notes as well as make new ones."

"Always the diplomat." Taylor shook his head. "Let's hope we don't make new enemies along the way."

The Zazuba sped on its way through hyperspace to Neo Zeta, ready to face whatever is to come next...

"Soon..." The sorceror hissed as though every word pronounced was agony upon his visage, his lips contorting as he began to read the runes which had been cast before him. Blood pooled across the floor, twisting in obscene offering. "Soon, the Dark One shall rise and all our victory shall be for naught. Nurgle preserve us if we are the weather the dark tide....But...."

"But?" Lucian snarled through diseased ridden lips, his voice booming from the vox relays inbuilt into his massive archaic armor. He drew a pus stained gauntlet across the green sickly encrusted breastplate, teasing flies from within his armour. He was the Destroyer made manifest, he was Nurgle's hand upon the material plane, the bringer of death and the lord of disease. He and his Legion had been tasked with the subjugation of the Xenos currently in control of the Zetan human stock, and the subsequent recruitment of the Zetans as both a vassal-protectorate of the Imperium, and soldiers for the continuing Crusade. Now it seemed, the Zetan Demons were conjuring some foulness to oppose them.

"But the spoils will be great, most merciless Lord. The seat of their sorcery shall grant us power untold, power unknowable....And we shall shatter their great schemes upon the rocks of our might. For their deceit is of Tzeentch, and what are the machinations of the Changer before the cleansing hand of the Lord of Decay?" It giggled, its own dirtied armour shaking in its mirth, its features contorted in a diseased snarl as it read on. "These systems shall burn, and the Zetans shall not be as they once were. They shall end."

"Bring up whatever reserves we have gained from the populace. Advise those who have aided us that we move against the Demons proper. We shall supplement our forces with Humanity resurgant, and we shall lead a bloodied crusade into their very hearts....What power they hold shall be mine, and the Emperor shall judge me worthy of his favor."

"As you wish, favoured Lord....We shall begin the preperations at once."

"Excellent. We shall bring them to their knees as soon as we know what hovel they cower in, and we shall leave nothing but death in Nurgle's name"

" All is ready my lord we may start the last phase of the summoning my lord" Felguard hished out. The High Summoner noded as he took his place at the base of the pool of demonic energys. He rased his hands into the air as they glowed black with the energys of the Dark Titan filling him. The summoning had entered its last stage the Dark Titan was only hours away but his energy was now more noticable and easier to pinpoint. The storm of energys around the temple increased makeing landing in or by the temple impossible. Only a small gap was left along a bridge leading to the temple gates was left open. Enough for a party of people to make their way down. The trap was layed for the Titans enemys to come and be crushed to avoid needless hunting down.

It cried out like the wailing of the wind on a cold and lonely night. The summoning had progressed much further than Lamia had anticipated which left little time for subtlties. Light flashed in the chaos of hyperspace until a hole opened revealing the stars of normal space and their destination in the foreground. The living ship glided in with fins fully extended, silent.

No ships appeared to be in the area and it was unlikely that anyone would recognize the silhouette that scanners would pick up. In anycase, it threw out its own version of stealth and cloaking as it became transparent. Lamia could sense the dark energies surrounding outlying areas and the ship was forced to touchdown a good distance off.

A small exit appeared allowing Lamia to walk out while carrying Erickson who was forced to endure an artificial coma so he could travel onboard. It took a few minutes for the man to regain conciousness and cough clear fluid. "Where are we?"

Neo Zeta. Within reach of the dark temple.

Shortly after the Abh arrived, the Zazuba exited the Coredian version of hyperspace. Its powerful sensors definitely noticed the furious energy storm surrounding the planet.

"Wow, this isn't good. I can feel it from here." Taylor breathed.

Jacob rubbed his temples. "Just gives you an indication of how I feel. There appears to be only one entrance in or out."

"Yeah. Captain, remain in orbit. Have a team meet us at the hangar bay." Jacob said. The captain nodded and no sooner did a team of two ninjas and four marines assemble in the hangar bay than Taylor and Jacob arrive to perform a quick inspection and then jump into the assault shuttle.

One massively turbulent ride later, complete with an airsick Taylor, the shuttle landed safely next to Abh's. Taylor finished vomiting in a doggie bag and drank some water. "Damn. That has got to be like the worst ride ever!"

Jacob ignored Taylor and sensed Lamia up ahead. Two soldiers protected the shuttle while the other six moved into a defensive position as they headed for the bridge. "At least there's a familiar face up ahead. You remember Lamia?"

"Yeah, met him the last time." Taylor sighed. "Let's meet him."

With great wariness as the winds fluttered hair and clothing, the team headed up to Lamia and his friend...

Erickson pulled the hood of his cloak down low. It wasn't exactly cold out, though the dark energy was giving Erickson enough problems, but it wasn't prudent to give away too much information about who was here.

The ship behind him returned to it's clear state now being completely transparent. Dust puffed up around Lamia as his boots moved in the dirt. Someone drew near but the presence was different than that off the surroundings and the darkness that seemed to envelop all.

Someone comes.

Erickson looked around and in the distance. "I really hate it when you do that. Who is it."

Allies.

The Jedi sighed and shook his head. "You know you have the personality of a fish. For once on this trip, I would appreciate a complete response. So who is coming?"

You'll see.

"I give up."

Out of the gloom came the Masaki Twins and their entourage of troopers. Jedi, shinobi, alchemists, the dynamic duo are the culmination of training in Coreworlds and it is for this reason, political as well, that they have arrived. And it is good to see that an ally has seen the same threat that the demons possessed as the Council did.

"Yo. Taylor Masaki here." Taylor said, hand up in greeting.

"Hi. I'm Jacob Masaki." Jacob said. He introduced the soldiers as well. "You're here for the same reason we are, I take it?"

Erickson pulled his hood back so he could give the allies a decent view of his face. His slicked back brown hair and deep blue eyes gave him a young visage despite his demeanor and mature physique. A single lightsaber hung at his hip near his grey clothing. Seeing that the wierdo wasn't going to say much, the Jedi felt more obligated with introductions. "Hello, my name is Erickson and this is Lamia. You'll have to excuse him, he doesn't exactly talk much. Actually, not at all if you get technical. Anyways..."

The message came telepathically from the lipid channel though now all could hear what was being "said".

Time for introductions is short. The final summoning of darkness draws near and we must stop to save humanity whether friend or foe.

The Malaka'jin burst from the Nether, litterally sending chunks of reality spiraling off into space in the form of space-time distortions as the hole it had created began to mend itself.

Etar was struck with a wave of nausea. What in Alexstrasza's name was this?

"Report!"

"Sir!" said Twigilar'dozi, beginning to read off the ship's sensor report. "Massive energy waves eminating from this spot on the planet." A two-dimensional topographic map appeared before the Legionnare. "Reading intense space-time distortions similar to our own faster-than-light drives."

"What the Neltharion is going on down there?"

"Malaka'jin's never seen anything like it."

As the young orc watched the waves of energy pulsing out from the temple, his combat instincts took over. The four phase disruptor cannons on the frigate swiveled towards the target. The command deck rumbled as the unsophisticated technology sprung into life.

"Fire!"

Bolts of electromagnetically contained antimatter impacted against an invisible field above the temple. It made on hell of a light show, but not one of the disruptor blasts seemed to be able to get through. Etar slammed his fist down with such force that it was going to leave a bruise.

Someone was going to have to go down there, spirits damn it!

Erickson pulled his hood back so he could give the allies a decent view of his face. His slicked back brown hair and deep blue eyes gave him a young visage despite his demeanor and mature physique. A single lightsaber hung at his hip near his grey clothing. Seeing that the wierdo wasn't going to say much, the Jedi felt more obligated with introductions. "Hello, my name is Erickson and this is Lamia. You'll have to excuse him, he doesn't exactly talk much. Actually, not at all if you get technical. Anyways..."

The message came telepathically from the lipid channel though now all could hear what was being "said".

Time for introductions is short. The final summoning of darkness draws near and we must stop to save humanity whether friend or foe.
Jacob nodded and looked forward at the bridge to the castle. "No time like the present to begin..."

The rookie sort of took a step back to let Lamia handle what was to be done next. Actually, Erickson still had no idea why he had been assigned to this mission with the Betterman.

Erickson, stay on your guard. That bridge is most likely the only way into the temple and the demons will no doubt have traps prepared for us. Make you sure you stay next to the rest of the Jedi. I'll go in first since I have a more intimate relation with them.

A surprising show of an actual conversation for once leaving Erickson dumbfounded while Lamia was already moving towards the bridge that would take them all into the temple.

((Bleh. Jolt's been bad to me))

A shuttle rumbled overhead of the Coredian-Abh party, bucking violently as it passed through the energy barrier that had effortlessly deflected the Malaka'jin's weapons fire. It set down half a click away, if skidding across the landscape for several meters and cracking to landing legs could be considered "setting down".

The hatch slammed into the ground like an immense tail, and the Legionnare vaulted out with force axe in hand. He was flanked by his murloc first officer and a troll marine. Sighting the humans, he bellowed in a voice that caused several pebbles to jump.

"Throm'ka, brothers! I admire your spirit, but this is a matter for the Horde!"

OOC: Gonna go on ahead cant wait anylong for the others.

IC: The Bridge was surronded by the energys from the demonic pool. If one were to stick his arm out it would be turned to ash by the power of the energy. At the end of the bridge was the outside of the temple. Stairs leading up to the gates of the inside of the temple. The temple was lit by the energys swirling around it that blocked out the sun. No guards were there however one man stood at the balcony overlooking the steps awaiting his guest. It was Lord Shishio.

OOC: Bump

OOC: Zorg and what the deuce? (ie, crap I haven't posted yet)

IC:
Lamia was the first one to step out onto the earthen bridge crossing to depths of oblivion. Pulsating dark energy swirled all around him threatening to incinerate every cell. Even with his rapid cell division, this could hurt. A lot.

The bridge gave way to the center mass with the temple standing firmly on solid ground. Erickson remained behind with the rest of the Coredians. It would do him good to stay with Jedi that were older and more experienced than he. Lamia stopped as soon as the dark energy gave way to a higher ceiling. Stanind outside of the temple was a bit of a surprise. He had expected a bit more resistance.

OOC: Heh. Technically, the Twins don't look much older than Erickson.

IC:

"Throm'ka, brothers! I admire your spirit, but this is a matter for the Horde!"
"It's a matter for everyone! Why do you think the Force is leading us here?" Jacob answered over his shoulder as the Twins began crossing behind the Abh. He felt the massive energies on either side of them and hoped that nothing would happen to them as they crossed...

The orc and troll quickly caught up to the humanoid party, with the murloc lagging behind slightly. Etar was awed by the sight. Surely, this was Legion magic. Nothing else could explain the feeling of nausea and dread that now filled him.

"Alexstrasza save us..." he whispered, now right behind Jacob. He felt outward with his senses, and recoiled. It was if the spirits themselves writhed in agony at this place's existence.

"Legionnare? Dis be what we lookin fah?" asked Etar's mohawked companion.
"Can you not sense it, Rin'wosho? This place is not supposed to exist," replied the orc.
"So...dis be what we lookin fah."
"...yes, Rin'wosho." Etar sometimes forgot that not everyone was as in-tune with the natural world as he.

Twigilar'dozi had caught up to them by now, and held a slug-thrower pistol tightly. He gurgled something, and Etar nodded.
"Yes, my friend. This is not right. We should have met with resistance by now."

Rin'wosho, who was much heavily armed with a pair of curved Gurubashi warblades and a three-barreled autocannon, seemed to crouch lower to the ground.

"We should be bringin da reinforcements."

OOC: Sorry for the late reply

IC: " Ah the mortals come to be the heros to their kind." Shishio took a look at the group and laughed slightly eyeing the horde group. " And the dogs who bit the hand of their masters come to once agian defy their rightful masters? This time you wont be so luckys as to escape your punishment."

He stood from where he was sitting walking down the stairs a little the sound of bugs could be heard makeing clicking sounds as the walls in the temple court yard came alive with movement. Millions of bugs crawled on the walls.

" I do give you one last chance to flee. No need to die here you can go home make love you your mates and enjoy your last few days of life befor all life is set aflame but to be truthful i am hopeing you turn down my offer so i can have some fun."

Lamia stood out there in the courtyard with the rest behind him. No emotion on his face and his eyes stared back at Shishio through dark glasses. The force from his telepathic message thundered through the area and bounced off the temple walls.

Move aside insect. I have a titan to kill.

" I might be the big but you my dear friends are but insects to me. I offered you a chance to flee but it seems you speak for this group. So be it die and become food for my kin!!" Shishio's body started to twist and bulge out as the wolf in sheeps clothing as it were was showing his true self. As the skin ripped a horrible figure grew from it growing and growing towering over the humanoids. Six bug like legs slamed into the ground their points being like a spear periceing the ground as if it was paper. Its shell overed its body save for its eyes. With two armlike spears it was heavly armed. Shishios voice was now replaced by clicking and hissing. It let out a loud booming click as the bugs on the wall swarmed off the walls and flew around in a mad frinzy

Shishio made a communcation threw his mind to the others however the voice was much diffrent then his humanoid more hissing more evil " Yessss little hearts are beating yessss beating faster now soon the beating will sssstop"


OOC: Picture for him can be found on this page http://www.wowwiki.com/The_Prophet_Skeram

Taylor smirked. "The problem with you bugs is that you're so hard to kill. Fire, however, tends to solve that problem."

He snapped his fingers and flames erupted, consuming many of the bugs. He kept the flames going by his force of will and an adjustment of oxygen, keeping the bugs covered with fire.

Jacob clapped his hands and touched the floor, erupting many tiny yet sharp spikes to spear the bugs his twin brother missed. He focused and aimed a larger spike straight at Lord Shisho himself...

The smaller bugs were destroyed with little effort by the twins. As for the large spike ment for Shishio himself.......... A bright flash of light came booming out from Shishio himself destroying the spike when it neared. The ground with in 10 yards of himself was burnt by the flash of light.

" There are many ways to use magic to destroy but the most effective i find is the most simple form. Just expand magical energys at a fast rate and it can destroy most anything in its path. But lets not stick to only one attack its been so long since i have been in this form to battle that i wont allow it to go to waste."

With that in a cloud of smock two other Shishios appeared in their transformed state. Much like a ninja ability known as Shadow Clone these clones were real and could inflect harm on their enemys however their defenses were no where near that of the real Shishio. The two clones and Shishio charged forth the ground shakeing as their clawed feet slammed into the ground. The right clone heading for the Horde party. The left heading for Lamia and Shishio himself heading for the Twins and the Young Jedi. As they neared they all three attacked with their front clawed arms wanting to smash their enemys as if they themselfs were the bugs.

Shisho was only seconds from attacking.

"Ready?" Taylor asked.

"Ready." Jacob nodded.

Taylor raised his arm. Jacob collected bluish energy in the palm of his hands. First, Taylor snapped his fingers, creating a massive explosion in Shisho's face. Then Jacob threw a ball of alchemic energy at Shisho, the energy would disintegrate matter upon contact...

OOC: I'm gone a day and you guys move two attacks ahead of me.

IC:
The clone heading for Lamia would have to do better than a simple smash attack if it hoped to gain any ground. Dust flew in the air as the front claws smashed down but Lamia was nowhere to be found below. He was already several feet back with one mighty leap. A long fingernail hand reached for the inside breast pocket of his leather jacket. Out came a glowing red seed with thorns along the edges. Lamia's fangs sank into it hungrily with an almost instaneous reaction of turning his body into flames. That pillar of flame grew up above the insectoid form until it finally disipitated to reveal the armored form of Forte. A heavy fist came barreling right at the insect's head.

Erickson didn't have quite the same skills that the twins did but he could make up for that disadvantage by being sharp. While they launched their own forms of attacks, Erickson ran around to the side of Shishio with his lightsaber ignited. The idea of using the Force to boost his jump up ontop of Shishio's back was running through his mind. Though that would all depend on how close he could get.

The fire balls hit Shishio in the face burning a little but otherwise this thick insect body protected him as for the alchemy ball he left nothing to chance. He created another clone and teleported back. Allowing the clone to be destroyed by the attack Shishio would not be caught off guard so easy.

Lamias punch hit the clone knocking it back as it did he clawed at Lamia useing all of its brute force to try and perice its foe.

The claws punctured Forte's thick armor but the liquid base of it held true not allowing the claws to dig in further. His fists came down like a hammer to dislodge the claws and push the clone back. Now came the synopsis attack as his eyes flared red and began scanning over the creatures body for its weakest link that would bring the insect crashing down.

Erickson breathed a heavy sigh as Shishio teleported further away. Using the force as a boost, he closed the distance and tried leaping up onto the insect's back.

The fire balls hit Shishio in the face burning a little but otherwise this thick insect body protected him as for the alchemy ball he left nothing to chance. He created another clone and teleported back. Allowing the clone to be destroyed by the attack Shishio would not be caught off guard so easy.

Lamias punch hit the clone knocking it back as it did he clawed at Lamia useing all of its brute force to try and perice its foe.
"Damn. A Bunshin." Taylor sighed.

"Yeah. We best move on. After we get rid of these other bugs." Jacob said, helping Erickson deal with the other clones.

OOC: This is NZ

IC: The Bug clones were indeed had a weak spot. The center of their midsection was unarmored they lacked the Armor that their real Shishio had in this spot to protect the weak spot.

Shishio let out a loud cry as the temple doors opened and more of the bugs that had been on the wall came flying out ready to pick the meat off of his foes.

The weakness registered within Lamia's analysis and he acted immediatly. Seeing an opening in the clone falling back, he dove down sliding through the rubble. Once underneath, the blade-like crest above his cranial plate would thrust up into the midsection.

Erickson twirled in the air with his lightsaber trying to fight off the bugs flying until he could land on top of Shishio's body.

"Too many for flame alchemy. Time to use ninjutsu!" Taylor exclaimed as he performed some familiar handseals. "Katon: Goukakayuu no Jutsu!"

Fire erupted from his mouth to immolate the bugs. Jacob followed up with a second string of alchemy, this time creating monomolecular whips to slice the bugs apart. "Let's go!"

"Right!" Firing away with their powers, Taylor and Jacob moved towards the temple doors, lightsabers blazing in shields of burning light to get rid of the bugs.

The incants of the Demons offended even the warp, the energy roiling and seething as though something stirred its currents into a maelstrom. The Chronosian vessels tore free of the hellish miasma, plunging like daggers through the skin of the Materium, howling over every available communications array.

The prayers spoke of salvation in submission, of immortality and immunity before the throne of the God of Rot. Nurgle's hand reached out to embrace the galaxy, to free it from the shackles of weakness, to reduce the flesh to its natural state.

Chaos.

The fleet ignored those other vessels, those insects gathered to oppose the will of these fiends...Instead, they would find a Chronosian fist, mailed and bloodied, hammering down upon the Zetan dogs. The first Thunderhawks began to descend, followed by the rain of the orbital guns and the howl of countless Dreadclaws as Lucian's legion readied for war, the battle cants in ancient pestilant tongues still howling and wailing through the void, echoing even into the roaring hell of the Immaterium.

Papa Nurgle's children there heard their invocations, their aid promised against the disciples of whatever false god lay beyond...They would fight, they would serve.

And together they would triumph.

"Bring us closer...I wish to bring Nurgle's wrath upon these wretched Zetans. Can you smell it?" Lucian hissed, his voice a cold whisper when compared to the seductive tones of Remiel or the howling warrior bellows of Cabot. Lucian was patient, he needed not expend energy on unnessecary ventures.

"Aye Lord." One of the Officers, his face marked by plague, his flesh bulging grotesquely, gave the order to push ahead full.

"We shall show this universe that all is futility before the Chosen of Nurgle! All is damnation! All is dust.....Fire again, I shall prepare my conveyance to the surface...They shall know my wrath"

The clone that had been fighting lamia vanished as if it had never been in the first place once it had been defeated. As for the swarms they were being beat back but they kept comeing from the temple but even so the twins were pushing towrds the top of the stairs and Shishio. However the few bugs that made it past would land on any exposed flesh on the twins and attempt to feed on them Shishio himself readyed to enter the battle once more when a jedi pest jumped onto his back.

Finally atop Shishio, Erickson let loose with lightsaber furry. Striking down ontop of Shishio's back, he tried melting a hole into the bug's vitals.

Lamia would have typically reverted back to his more human like form, but it seemed he would be needed. He charged forward, his hulking figure shaking the ground beneath him as he plunged into the swarms of insects.

Shishio was unable to shake the small jedi from his back and lacking arms he couldnt pull him off. The lightsaber wouldnt cut threw his shell as easy as it did other armor but if left to keep hitting it would indeed break threw. Shishio starts to glow agian as he gathered energy for a burst of energy if the jedi wished to stay on he would find it not as easy as he might have thought.

"Hey, getoff!" Taylor yelled as a bug decided to chew on his arm. It was immediately encased in ice and fell off, while fire burned the others that tried and failed to attack the Twins, although he felt the pinch of chakra exhaustion. "I'm low on Chakra, brother! We need to strike at Shisho now."

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Clapping his hands again, Jacob summoned alchemic energy to demoleculerize the bugs around him, clearing a path to Shisho.

Taylor's red lightsaber and Jacob's blue lightsaber struck at the lord of the bugs, assisting Erickson in taking him down...

Erickson held on for all his might pounding away with his lightsaber despite the build up of energy beneath him.

On the other end, Forte brought its massive arms together in a loud crash of air and sound sending a shockwave cutting through the bugs and towards the doorway at the temple.

The attack from the twins and forte cought Shishio offguard with his attention on Erickson The shockwave knocked shishio off balance and the light saber periced the armor on his midsection hitting his unarmored skin. The pain was clear by his ballowing roar. The High Summoner could sense shishios injury even from his chamber upset with the fact shishio had allowed himself to be injured by mortals he commanded the small insects to withdraw from the battle. Shishio would now have to prove himself and attone for his weak showing.

Shishio turned watching as the books stopped comeing out from the temple and in panic started to swing and claw at all near in for his very life.

Erickson breathed a sigh of relief as the tide of bugs subsided. "Oy, that's much better." His reprieve was short lived though as he was tossed off Shishio's back and hit with a loud thud against the temple wall. His body slid down to the floor and he lay there unconcious.

Forte saw the momentarily destraction as an opening. His massive legs contracted and then lurched up high into the air. One massive foot was aimed down as he came screaming back down with a heavy foot aimed for Shishio's head.