Vespeterium Minor
03-06-2007, 14:24
They drove us from the light. They united against us and tried to destory us, and so we ran. We fled into the darkness of space, where even the bravest and most foolish do not dare to tread. And we waited, we watched and we planned. And the Universe forgot us. We saw as our former homes fell to the humans, who spread like a plague across space. And as we foresaw, the humans turned on one another. Their lust and greed and jealousy and fear turned those who had been allies into bitter enemies. And amongst the death and the war that followed we slipped back into the Universe. It is here, on the small colony world of Vespeterium Minor that we will rebuild our legacy.
We will remove pain, we will remove fear, we will remove jealousy and rage and hatred and all of the weaknesses of humanity. We will take mankind from the darkness and give them eternal life, eternal meaning and save them from themselves. We are the Cyverons. And we are returned.
It was a quiet night on Vespeterium Minor. The twin moons cast an eery glow over the vast plains of the Eastern desert. But all was not well. In the sky, three large cigar shaped ships descended, the moonlight glinting from their curved bodies. They were a dark metallic grey, an ugly and uncompromising design. Great spider like legs curled from the sides to support the great ships landing. Sand flew into the night as the ship fell those last few feet onto the ground.
Even landed, the ship still protruded into the sky as if to touch the stars. It stood at 1000 feet high, a great travelling skyscraper that held the Cyveron elite. When the other two smaller Tower ships had landed, the Cyverons emerged. They were seven foot tall mechanical men. The faces that had been carved onto their head gear were groteaque attempts at granting lost humanity to these creatures. Intead, the twisted smiles extolled the pain that could still exists inside the stell shell. For the Cyverons are not machines. They were once human. But as war and disease overtook their people, they attempted to evolve. But these experiments with the chemical known as 'Cyverene' infiltrated and destroyed their minds. And as the chemicals became more insidious, the people lost what it was to be human. As a last act to ensure survival, these beings now without any emotion, abandoned their bodies of flesh and blood and retreated into metal cases. They remain an augmentation of machine and organic material, the mind and heart and blood of a human encased within a machine. And now they seek to make all humans like them; the Ultimate Stage of Evolution.
A black Cyveron was the first to tread the planets surface. Walking in great strides, he marched foward and looked with blank carved eyes into the distance. 'This colony has a population of 2033 humans.' he stated. 'They will all become Cyverons.'
'This is where we have stationed the army.' stated another black Cyveron that had appeared beside him.
'You will awaken them.' ordered the first Cyveron.
'Yes Commander.' agreed the latter.
'I will take a group to take the humans.' said the Commander. 'How many are we?'
'Three hundred.' answered the other.
'These humans are of moderate technology. We will take them.'
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A large fireball from above crashed down onto the State House in Lincoln City, Vespeterium Minor. People screamed as another crashed on top of that and the Capitol burst into flames.
'Cease bombardment.' ordered the Commander Cyveron. The three Cyverons who had been serving the Asteroid Projection Module stepped away. They were all grey, the grunts of the army.
'I am detecting a survivng population of 1913 humans.' the Commander Cyveron stated. 'We will take as many as we can. The Cyverene units will prime. All others will support the these units. Foward.'
The coumn marched toward Lincoln. At the front of the town, men and women had set up a barricade. From here they fired lowgrade plasma bolts, a defunct form of war technology but still dangerous. A Cyveron made a strange noise somewhere between a scream and surprise as it found itself hit by one too many bolts and fell. The fire returned by the high powered particle weapons soon overwhelmed those humans.
And so the battle raged for a little over an hour before the Cyverons took the capital. A gorup of humans stood by the Cyverons, absentminded and pale. These were the people who had been affected by Cyverene.
'You will report to the ships.' ordered the Commander Cyveron. 'There you will transformed.'
'We have lost seven Cyverons in this battle.' stated a grey Cyveron. 'The humans will provide 452 more.'
'We will return to ships.' said the Commander. 'The legions are to be raised.'
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As the sun rose, is gleamed off of the armour of six million Cyverons, raised from under the Vespeterium sands.
'You will go.' stated the Commander Cyveron. 'You will conquer this world. And then we will once again expand into the stars.'
We will remove pain, we will remove fear, we will remove jealousy and rage and hatred and all of the weaknesses of humanity. We will take mankind from the darkness and give them eternal life, eternal meaning and save them from themselves. We are the Cyverons. And we are returned.
It was a quiet night on Vespeterium Minor. The twin moons cast an eery glow over the vast plains of the Eastern desert. But all was not well. In the sky, three large cigar shaped ships descended, the moonlight glinting from their curved bodies. They were a dark metallic grey, an ugly and uncompromising design. Great spider like legs curled from the sides to support the great ships landing. Sand flew into the night as the ship fell those last few feet onto the ground.
Even landed, the ship still protruded into the sky as if to touch the stars. It stood at 1000 feet high, a great travelling skyscraper that held the Cyveron elite. When the other two smaller Tower ships had landed, the Cyverons emerged. They were seven foot tall mechanical men. The faces that had been carved onto their head gear were groteaque attempts at granting lost humanity to these creatures. Intead, the twisted smiles extolled the pain that could still exists inside the stell shell. For the Cyverons are not machines. They were once human. But as war and disease overtook their people, they attempted to evolve. But these experiments with the chemical known as 'Cyverene' infiltrated and destroyed their minds. And as the chemicals became more insidious, the people lost what it was to be human. As a last act to ensure survival, these beings now without any emotion, abandoned their bodies of flesh and blood and retreated into metal cases. They remain an augmentation of machine and organic material, the mind and heart and blood of a human encased within a machine. And now they seek to make all humans like them; the Ultimate Stage of Evolution.
A black Cyveron was the first to tread the planets surface. Walking in great strides, he marched foward and looked with blank carved eyes into the distance. 'This colony has a population of 2033 humans.' he stated. 'They will all become Cyverons.'
'This is where we have stationed the army.' stated another black Cyveron that had appeared beside him.
'You will awaken them.' ordered the first Cyveron.
'Yes Commander.' agreed the latter.
'I will take a group to take the humans.' said the Commander. 'How many are we?'
'Three hundred.' answered the other.
'These humans are of moderate technology. We will take them.'
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A large fireball from above crashed down onto the State House in Lincoln City, Vespeterium Minor. People screamed as another crashed on top of that and the Capitol burst into flames.
'Cease bombardment.' ordered the Commander Cyveron. The three Cyverons who had been serving the Asteroid Projection Module stepped away. They were all grey, the grunts of the army.
'I am detecting a survivng population of 1913 humans.' the Commander Cyveron stated. 'We will take as many as we can. The Cyverene units will prime. All others will support the these units. Foward.'
The coumn marched toward Lincoln. At the front of the town, men and women had set up a barricade. From here they fired lowgrade plasma bolts, a defunct form of war technology but still dangerous. A Cyveron made a strange noise somewhere between a scream and surprise as it found itself hit by one too many bolts and fell. The fire returned by the high powered particle weapons soon overwhelmed those humans.
And so the battle raged for a little over an hour before the Cyverons took the capital. A gorup of humans stood by the Cyverons, absentminded and pale. These were the people who had been affected by Cyverene.
'You will report to the ships.' ordered the Commander Cyveron. 'There you will transformed.'
'We have lost seven Cyverons in this battle.' stated a grey Cyveron. 'The humans will provide 452 more.'
'We will return to ships.' said the Commander. 'The legions are to be raised.'
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As the sun rose, is gleamed off of the armour of six million Cyverons, raised from under the Vespeterium sands.
'You will go.' stated the Commander Cyveron. 'You will conquer this world. And then we will once again expand into the stars.'