NationStates Jolt Archive

There was little planet floating somewhere in the western spiral arm. No one had really noticed it. It was the kind of rocky lump you didn't even bother naming. Interestingly enough, though, if it were not for a series of unusual and, perhaps, sinister events the little planet of Verdici would be a major galactic power. This is its story...

Emperor Cyriak looked out his window at the black, smog-infested wasteland that was his capital city. He hated every inch of the place, but it wasn't as if he could pack up and move somewhere else. The whole bloody planet was like this, and so far they hadn't found any others that were even remotely habitable.
Unofficially, he realized that he was to blame for making the planet like this, but he would be long dead before he would admit that. He turned away from his window and sighed. Might as well execute a few more people. That always made him feel better.
He pressed the button on his chair to send in his Minister for Execution whom, over the years, had become something like a secretary.

The person who walked through the huge double doors, to his surprise, was not Osmond Tang, but a naked woman, tall and impressive with a regal bearing.

"Who the bloody Hell are you?" he demanded "You're not my Minister for Execution!"
He noticed there was something very odd about this woman. Perhaps it was the way she stared at him, as if her eyes were looking right through him. But more likely, it was the way she seemed to be two people at once, like two images superimposed on top of each other. One was the beautiful woman; the other was a small, innocent-looking child. They were both there at the same time. It was very disconcerting.
She walked slowly towards him, her eyes boring holes in his head. A he walked, grass sprouted from the solid marble floor.
"In a sense, sir, I am."

Cyriak never even got the chance to scream.


OOC: Okay, here's the deal, man. The total deal. I need someone who would have both the power and the motivation to break a C'tan's power, lock her away in another dimension, and erase every trace of her ever having existed in this universe, including the memories of other C'tans. Can anyone do that?

OOC: Bumb-deedle-ump bump bump-a-dee. Everybody, bump-a-deedle dance with me.

There was little planet floating somewhere in the western spiral arm. No one had really noticed it. It was the kind of rocky lump you didn't even bother naming. Interestingly enough, though, if it were not for a series of unusual and, perhaps, sinister events the little planet of Verdici would be a major galactic power. This is its story...

Emperor Cyriak looked out his window at the black, smog-infested wasteland that was his capital city. He hated every inch of the place, but it wasn't as if he could pack up and move somewhere else. The whole bloody planet was like this, and so far they hadn't found any others that were even remotely habitable.
Unofficially, he realized that he was to blame for making the planet like this, but he would be long dead before he would admit that. He turned away from his window and sighed. Might as well execute a few more people. That always made him feel better.
He pressed the button on his chair to send in his Minister for Execution whom, over the years, had become something like a secretary.

The person who walked through the huge double doors, to his surprise, was not Osmond Tang, but a naked woman, tall and impressive with a regal bearing.

"Who the bloody Hell are you?" he demanded "You're not my Minister for Execution!"
He noticed there was something very odd about this woman. Perhaps it was the way she stared at him, as if her eyes were looking right through him. But more likely, it was the way she seemed to be two people at once, like two images superimposed on top of each other. One was the beautiful woman; the other was a small, innocent-looking child. They were both there at the same time. It was very disconcerting.
She walked slowly towards him, her eyes boring holes in his head. A he walked, grass sprouted from the solid marble floor.
"In a sense, sir, I am."

Cyriak never even got the chance to scream.


OOC: Okay, here's the deal, man. The total deal. I need someone who would have both the power and the motivation to break a C'tan's power, lock her away in another dimension, and erase every trace of her ever having existed in this universe, including the memories of other C'tans. Can anyone do that?


OOC :
I'll take up the challenge .

IC :

On the MIN Undoubted

"Sir , radar is picking up a little planet . It appears to be just a rocky lump . "

"Is it inhabited ?"

"Unknown sir ."

"Check it out then !"

"Aye sir !"

Immediately the ensign dispatched 2 Starfighters to search ...

OOC :
I'll take up the challenge .

IC :

On the MIN Undoubted

"Sir , radar is picking up a little planet . It appears to be just a rocky lump . "

"Is it inhabited ?"

"Unknown sir ."

"Check it out then !"

"Aye sir !"

Immediately the ensign dispatched 2 Starfighters to search ...

OOC: Do you even know what a C'tan is?

OOC: Do you even know what a C'tan is?

OOC :
I have an idea ...

OOC: A being as old as the first suns, clad in living metal, feeding upon life itself. A being so powerful as to deserve the title of Star God, master to countless metallic warriors who are without fear or pain or souls.

Masters of the material plane, great and terrible foes beyond reckoning, it is but a blessing that they are so few in number in these final nights.

oocness: For the purposes of NS, and its, ah... promiscuous C'tan, a more apt description would be 'Sapient cloud of plasma. Eats stars. Its necrodermis often finds originally-unintended uses, as being made of amorphous living metal does offer certain opportunities when it comes to threesomes and outright orgies. Contrary to popular belief, it doesn't usually take on the appearance of a tentaclemonster, though.

OOC: Well theres that too, but we don't talk about Mepehet'ran's off nights :P

I might be interested in this anyways. Always good to have my CSM getting involved in 40k stuff

OOC:My turn!!
dumb version
The C'tan are beings who fed on the energy of Stars, until, millenia ago, the Necrontyr began putting them in cases of living metal to aid in the fight against the race known as the Old Ones. The C'tan tricked the Necrons into putting themselves into living metal, as they despised their short lifespans. The Necrontyr, or Necrons as they are now known, became the mindless slaves of the C'tan. At current(40K timeline) There are two more infamous C'tan, namely The Nightbringer and The Deceiver. They and their Necron servants are now awakening. Blahblahblah.

OOC: Tlani, (my C'tan) is pretty much unique because she is nice. Most of the time, anyway. She doesn't like Necrons and refuses to use them.
Mationbuds: your reputation speaks for itself. I would very much prefer not to roleplay with you, due to your propensity to godmoding, wanking, and having huge amounts of superships appear out of nowhere.
Chronosia: You, I have heard good things about. It would be a great honour to roleplay with you.

OOC: Tlani, (my C'tan) is pretty much unique because she is nice. Most of the time, anyway. She doesn't like Necrons and refuses to use them.
Mationbuds: your reputation speaks for itself. I would very much prefer not to roleplay with you, due to your propensity to godmoding, wanking, and having huge amounts of superships appear out of nowhere.
Chronosia: You, I have heard good things about. It would be a great honour to roleplay with you.

OOC :
Suits me . Anyways I wasnt very entusiastic about playing with newbies anyway .

Things are as they should be. All things that may happen do so, and nothing happens without destiny. Here and there, destiny twists upon itself, and contorts, and comes around in loops. The mind of Ranisath was a place where such things happened often, and ‘closed timelike curves’ existed in great number.

For a time, he had been close to omniscient. Not so much him, as his predecessor, or part of him, and part of the other. It didn’t matter much. In that time, he had learnt much, of the future, and things he did not yet know. And erased them from his own conscious memory – in part because he was destined to, and in part because he wished the experience of ‘free will.’

Nevertheless, he retained the knowledge he was destined to retain, and it manifested itself at times appropriate. For now, he did not have the full picture. But he had enough to know what was necessary.

Another C’tan stood before him. Of course, she didn’t actually stand, as they had no need of existing in the material realm, and often, now, tried to avoid it.

Of what had once been around a thousand C’tan, there were a few truly exceptional specimens. One such C’tan was Asine’rin, meaning ‘Greatly Beloved Lady.’ She was exceptional in that she had never taken much interest in the necrontyr. Instead she had been far more interested in less intelligent forms of life that the galaxy had to offer. In powers and abilities she was closest to Mephet’ran of the other C’tan, though slightly greater.

While she’d shared the love of worship and obedience that the other C’tan had, Asine’rin had been mostly concerned with nurturing her own creatures on faraway worlds, only taking part in the war against the Old Ones when aroused to wrath by their previous tampering in ecospheres she would have preferred to see in a pristine condition, or when under duress from her own kind.

Of course, now, through a long and harrowing journey best left unspoken, she lived again.

“Do you know what I will find?” she asked.

“No, only that you must go, at this time…”

“Very well...”

OOC: I can provide a few excuses for lack of said memories, but the simplest would be that you’re simply from another continuity, that didn’t have my lot in it.

OOC: Anyone mind if I get in on this?

((I'm half-tempted to put one of my characters in this, but I'm still not sure. Bump for interest, though.))

OOC: Snake Eaters, sure. Welcome. C'tna, before I make an IC post, could we please clarify one thing: Who is this Asine'rin? It sounds like you're talking about Tlani.

OOC: 'She' is another C'tan. I currently have an indeterminate number.

OOC: Okay. Well, she's very similar to Tlani, who doesn't like Necrotyr and spends her time nurturing the people of Verdici, and has spent a while not existing, but after a harrowing journey, does again.
I was thinking that she came across some other entity that was able to amlmost erase her from existance entirely. Of course, even though Tlani in't particularly strong, as C'tan go, such a thing would still have to be uber-powerful. I'll see if I can work it in somehow.

IC: Tlani stood in the centre of the formor Emperor's throne room, his body lying unmarked in front of her. His mind was not pleasent to consume. Tlani thrived on happines, on fulfillment. Cyriak was a lonely, unhappy man, and thus provided her little pleasure.

Tlani existed, in a material sense, at the moment. She enjoyed the sensations the material plan had to offer. But there would be time to enjoy them later. For now, he had to en a mesage to her people. Staring up at the ceiling, she left her Necrodermis and let her presence expand.

Tlani's consciousness flowed throughout the planet, filling every space, penetrating the minds of the sad, wretched population that had winled uner Cyriak's reign. As she probed their memories, she realized it was as she thought she would be. There was no record of her ever having existed. No stories, no recollections, not even a vague sense of deja vu.

Now she was back, she would have to start all over again. So she made herself known.
Every one of them felt her existence. For a brief moment, they were at one with her.

The Black Angels Chapter Master, Ori Grimhorn, sat on his throne-like command chair, listening to the arguements from his Company Commanders, Astropaths and Chaplins. The Astropaths were beside themselves... something big had happened, or so they claimed.

"My Lord Grimhorn, we have all felt it! A new enemy rises from the depths of the Necrontyr. A planet in the Western Spiral Arm - Verdici."

"Impossible," cried Chaplin Hanst, First Company, a long serving member of the chapter who had fought alongside Grimhorn's predecessor,"The Necrontyr are still largely dormant. We would have heard from Terra if such an event were to occur."

"Ah, but the Emperor's Light is dim here," replied Company Captain Ferus, of the Third Company,"Yet we have heard from no Chapter. That world is beyond the limits of even the Imperium."

Grimhorn held up a hand to stop the proceedings,"Our orders were to stem the Tyranid Xenos advance. We have done so, by subjecting the afflicted worlds to Exterminus. The Inquisition would have taken priority, but our Inquisitor and his Deathwatch were slain in the fighting - a great tragedy. Our orders are fulfilled, and the Chapter now has no mission."

He paused, as if considering his options,"We shall despatch members of the Tenth Company to further understand the situation. The remainder of the Chapter shall return to our assigned planet and await the report. We shall also inform the Inquisition... if such an event has occured, the Ordo Malleus and their Grey Knights will be required... we cannot break the will of such a powerful being on our own."

"My Lord, what of Chaos?"

"Then we know that they will be needed."

The Commander of the Tenth Company nodded, and left the room to arrange a scouting party of his troops.

Several Days Later (After the expansion)
The Scouts had landed seemingly undetected by the planet's defences. At the head of their formation was a Chaplin, dressed in similar fatigues to the rest of the twelve-strong squad. It was larger than normal, but had split itself into two units when it moved, allowing them some chance of survival. As they moved forward, weapons in hand, the Chaplin accessed all the information about this planet he had:

Name: Verdici
Population: 36 million
++++++No Other Information Avaliable++++++

"Hmmm."

"Brother-Chaplin?"

He turned to look at the Sergeant, a veteran of the First Company who had spurned higher posts to serve as a mentor and trainer to these young Intiates,"Information on this world is limited, Brother-Sergeant. Name and population only. Do we still have communications with the Gunship?"

"Yes, Brother-Chaplin. They await word from us, as do the mounted troops within."

"Our back-up?"

"Yes, ten Scout Bikers are ready to move at a moment's notice."

"Excellent. Let us continue."

*TAG*

I would also like to participate in this if it is allowable.