Mini Miehm
31-01-2008, 16:14
Centuries ago, humankind had come to the world of the Setians. They brought with them murder and genocide. Millions were killed. The Setian Chosen invoked the Clouding on humanity, destroying their minds, and leaving them broken. But, it was not as they had planned. Human reinforcements came. The Ten Thousand disappeared, lost in time, well removed from their civilization, and their abandoned society was left to fight alone. Thousands of advancements, powerful weapons and warships, armors and hundreds of other technologies, built outside an accident of time. Now they have returned, unaware that their society lives on, having used weapons taken from the humans, and their own incredible techniques of forging metal to fight the humans, and to bring the full power of the Coming Curse against the human fleet.
-Empty Space-
The star system had been missing for millenia. It was now back. With it came a fleet. Mediocre by the standards of the galaxy, until one examined it more closely. Each of its 1,000 ships glowed with the fury of a sun, destroyers that dwarfed some battleships, and Superdreadnoughts that rivaled planetoids in power, a navy forged to eradicate the enemies of an entire race. On the ground rank upon rank of Infantry stands ready for the call to board their assault carriers and begin the war. Where the surviving Andermani Empire, who are the survivors of humanity's long ago campaign against their race, boast a military of some hundred ships and a bare few divisions of Wyvern Infantry, the surviving Ten Thousand boast a following of a thousand ships, and 5 full corps of troops.
-The Surface-
It was time. They had returned.
<Centuries pass, step by step, revelation's coming threat, sand of time, dark intent, divisive creeds breed discontent, Prophecy, stars collide, born is he who turns the tide! Ancient rage, vehemence, indignation and torment. Look unto the days of warning, a night when the skies are burning, when stars collide.> Anyone with even a hint of the ability to hear the voice of the mind would hear this message, and know its dark intent.
At the source, ten thousand aging Setians, the chosen, harbingers of the apocalypse, and the indicators of the end of mans reign. If anyone could see what was born that night in the darkness of a nameless world they would never forget. Huge next to the Setians stands Set Abominae, the Wicked One, ten thousand years of pain and hate have forged a perfect beast to bring the end of man.
It will take nearly a day for the fleet to move out, their destination a system that has never been visited by any but living Setians. The infantry is ready, the fleet is almost ready. Now comes the end of human occupation, and the human race, so far as the chosen are aware.
OOC: What's happening here is this:
Ten thousand years ago humanity(I used the IoM for convenience) invaded the Setian homeworld. The Setians fought back, and were pretty well turned into meat 90% of the time. The Setian High Council met, and in the course of the meeting, a prophecy was made that ten thousand chosen would escape the end of their race, and return in ten millenia. At the same time, a second prophecy was made, that some would survive the attacks of the humans, but not enough to continue their race, and in time they would die out. Both prophecies came to pass, the Anderman Empire rallying around Gustav Anderman, his brother, and his Wyverns to destroy the human threat at terrible loss. Their population is growing for now, but the birth rate has been dropping for years, as an unknown parasite renders the males infertile. The Chosen are not aware that humanity was beaten, and have forged a massive war machine to liberate their kin, summoning up the true form of the Coming Curse used by the Emperor in the last battle of the Armageddon War. They are largely intolerant of everyone, being rather scarred by the empathic memory of the humans destruction of their first home, and assuming(in some cases rightly) that no one else can be trusted. Just about anyone can join, and I promise that I will talk before I kill. Unless BFG fleets show up, in which case shoot first ask later is just good sense on their part.
-Empty Space-
The star system had been missing for millenia. It was now back. With it came a fleet. Mediocre by the standards of the galaxy, until one examined it more closely. Each of its 1,000 ships glowed with the fury of a sun, destroyers that dwarfed some battleships, and Superdreadnoughts that rivaled planetoids in power, a navy forged to eradicate the enemies of an entire race. On the ground rank upon rank of Infantry stands ready for the call to board their assault carriers and begin the war. Where the surviving Andermani Empire, who are the survivors of humanity's long ago campaign against their race, boast a military of some hundred ships and a bare few divisions of Wyvern Infantry, the surviving Ten Thousand boast a following of a thousand ships, and 5 full corps of troops.
-The Surface-
It was time. They had returned.
<Centuries pass, step by step, revelation's coming threat, sand of time, dark intent, divisive creeds breed discontent, Prophecy, stars collide, born is he who turns the tide! Ancient rage, vehemence, indignation and torment. Look unto the days of warning, a night when the skies are burning, when stars collide.> Anyone with even a hint of the ability to hear the voice of the mind would hear this message, and know its dark intent.
At the source, ten thousand aging Setians, the chosen, harbingers of the apocalypse, and the indicators of the end of mans reign. If anyone could see what was born that night in the darkness of a nameless world they would never forget. Huge next to the Setians stands Set Abominae, the Wicked One, ten thousand years of pain and hate have forged a perfect beast to bring the end of man.
It will take nearly a day for the fleet to move out, their destination a system that has never been visited by any but living Setians. The infantry is ready, the fleet is almost ready. Now comes the end of human occupation, and the human race, so far as the chosen are aware.
OOC: What's happening here is this:
Ten thousand years ago humanity(I used the IoM for convenience) invaded the Setian homeworld. The Setians fought back, and were pretty well turned into meat 90% of the time. The Setian High Council met, and in the course of the meeting, a prophecy was made that ten thousand chosen would escape the end of their race, and return in ten millenia. At the same time, a second prophecy was made, that some would survive the attacks of the humans, but not enough to continue their race, and in time they would die out. Both prophecies came to pass, the Anderman Empire rallying around Gustav Anderman, his brother, and his Wyverns to destroy the human threat at terrible loss. Their population is growing for now, but the birth rate has been dropping for years, as an unknown parasite renders the males infertile. The Chosen are not aware that humanity was beaten, and have forged a massive war machine to liberate their kin, summoning up the true form of the Coming Curse used by the Emperor in the last battle of the Armageddon War. They are largely intolerant of everyone, being rather scarred by the empathic memory of the humans destruction of their first home, and assuming(in some cases rightly) that no one else can be trusted. Just about anyone can join, and I promise that I will talk before I kill. Unless BFG fleets show up, in which case shoot first ask later is just good sense on their part.