Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Uh oh. Fuck.GreggHL said:
I think it was intended.The Nomad said:You mean Viator right?
Glorious Shotgun Princess (ME/Exalted) Thread #2
- Thread starter GreggHL
- Start date
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
The Relay spins to life. The rings spin faster, faster than they shout. White lights run along the length of the extended prongs and the entire megastructure flashes blue before releasing the fleet.
Space is a vacuum. No sound travels through it. But every radio, every receiver, every ansible in the system plays the same sound. The numbing, terrible bass roar. Every sensor and warning beacon that still works in the system shows the hundreds of shapes entering the system from the relay. Dozens, hundreds of smaller cruisers. Thirty ships, each two kilometers long.
The Reapers have come.
The fleet of newly formed Destroyers, flanked by countless black orbs which glow with crimson lightning flies ahead of the dreadnoughts. They fly through dead ships and kuiper belts, deflecting flotsam and rock off their bare hulls, a swarm of red eyes and bass roars marking their paths.
It is then that they notice that something is wrong. Not amiss, for that implies something as simple as miscalculation. The ageless, infinite minds of the Reapers realize that something is wrong. They should have passed planets at this point. Moons and comets. But instead, they only find wreckage and the void.
And then, precise, exacting laughter fills the emptiness of space.
"Limited things of sickness and blasphemy. You come to my stronghold and you delude yourselves with force of arms."
Space is a vacuum. No sound travels through it. But every radio, every receiver, every ansible in the system plays the same sound. The numbing, terrible bass roar. Every sensor and warning beacon that still works in the system shows the hundreds of shapes entering the system from the relay. Dozens, hundreds of smaller cruisers. Thirty ships, each two kilometers long.
The Reapers have come.
The fleet of newly formed Destroyers, flanked by countless black orbs which glow with crimson lightning flies ahead of the dreadnoughts. They fly through dead ships and kuiper belts, deflecting flotsam and rock off their bare hulls, a swarm of red eyes and bass roars marking their paths.
It is then that they notice that something is wrong. Not amiss, for that implies something as simple as miscalculation. The ageless, infinite minds of the Reapers realize that something is wrong. They should have passed planets at this point. Moons and comets. But instead, they only find wreckage and the void.
And then, precise, exacting laughter fills the emptiness of space.
"Limited things of sickness and blasphemy. You come to my stronghold and you delude yourselves with force of arms."
You know, if there is anything playing Cthulhutech has taught me. It's that watching two armies of Eldrich Abominations is well worth the SAN loss, if only for the sheer WTF awesomeness that occurs within.
Arightly people! Who's up for bets! I'm putting my money on her ladyship for this one, and at least one massed SMS spam/volley utilized to massive effect. However, I will also give decent odds for the Reapers giving a deadly follow up!
Arightly people! Who's up for bets! I'm putting my money on her ladyship for this one, and at least one massed SMS spam/volley utilized to massive effect. However, I will also give decent odds for the Reapers giving a deadly follow up!
Aaron Peori
Rest in Peace
Reapers think they came up with the idea of force converting planets.
That's precious.
They're precious.
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Epsilon
That's precious.
They're precious.
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Epsilon
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Shouldn't that be should.GreggHL said:
Otherwise. Perfect snippet.
SMS? What's the acronym for?Mizuki_Stone said:
And somewhere, in a different and distant Multiverse, two of the Lone Gods, Old Man Henderson and his wife, Hastur, are placing bets together with Nyalthrop on who is going to win this match up in the newest game Henderson came up with, while Henderson is cackles maniacally: "Just as planned! This will be even more FUN! then the revenge for my lawn gnomes!"Mizuki_Stone said:
Space Monster Scream.Durabys said:
Basicly it's what happens when SWLiHN pulls a Ramiel (Angel of Dakka). Well at least as far as I recall.
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
ChaosArmoury said:
What the Christ are you two talking about?GreggHL said:
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
Their both Solar Exalts, Panther I'm unfamiliar with but Merela was a First Age, Primordial War Solar who was implied to be Marduk's (a Primordial) killer.TheSandman said:
RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
If the three spheres are here, then it's probably not "almost".Sucal said:
No, I'm pretty sure exactly which Primordial she killed is fanon.Undead-Spaceman said:
He's reciting a fanon meme. Stereotypically, Panther, the sig Zenith, yells "What the Christ are you talking about?" [1] just before he punches someone. And that's his solution to all problems.Undead-Spaceman said:
It's born of the comics, just like the "Sulumor is Lady Gaga" one is.
[1] Despite the fact that Christianity isn't a thing in Exalted.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Also that Panther, the sole black 'face' Exalt is the son of a hooker, was a sports star, did a huge amount of drugs and exalted after taking a nap.
And now yells "What the Christ are you talking about?" before he shiv-punches you.
I don't really pay attention to any of the exalted face characters.
Especially Swan.
And now yells "What the Christ are you talking about?" before he shiv-punches you.
I don't really pay attention to any of the exalted face characters.
Especially Swan.
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
Isn't Swan the one with really big... Spells?GreggHL said:
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
That's nice but how does that have anything to do with this thread?Forgetful said:
No, that's Ariana, Swan is the Eclipse.Fiach McCarthy said:
And the heir to Desus, the poor fellow.
Cornuthaum
Be kind to each other.
- Location
- Austria
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ah, Javik is probably so used to Surprise Anticipation Method going off that James suplexing him - which is not mortal peril and as such doesn't trigger SAM - probably caught his rage-addled mind completely unexpectedly.
Surprise Negators: Don't get addicted to them. (Though Reflex Sidestep Method, if Javik has Dodge (and from the way he Perfected that shotgun blast, he might), would have activated.)
Surprise Negators: Don't get addicted to them. (Though Reflex Sidestep Method, if Javik has Dodge (and from the way he Perfected that shotgun blast, he might), would have activated.)
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Or, James is the Scarlet Empress.Shinzero02 said:
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
Hey, what James decides to do on his own free time is his own business, and none of our concern~GreggHL said:
Whom both lose to the Goddess of Asari Commandoes, who somehow ends up tied to the God of Krogan Battlemasters.fijkus said:
Yes, tied to not tied with in drinks, we're not sure how that happened.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Or...its a Gregg fic and the boots haven't reached L.E.O. to drop yet.Essex said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
The Relay spins to life. The rings spin faster, faster than they should. White lights run along the length of the extended prongs and the entire megastructure flashes blue before releasing the fleet.
Space is a vacuum. No sound travels through it. But every radio, every receiver, every ansible in the system plays the same sound. The numbing, terrible bass roar. Every sensor and warning beacon that still works in the system shows the hundreds of shapes entering the system from the relay. Dozens, hundreds of smaller cruisers. Thirty ships, each two kilometers long.
The Reapers have come.
The fleet of newly formed Destroyers, flanked by countless black orbs which glow with crimson lightning flies ahead of the dreadnoughts. They fly through dead ships and kuiper belts, deflecting flotsam and rock off their bare hulls, a swarm of red eyes and bass roars marking their paths.
It is then that they notice that something is wrong. Not amiss, for that implies something as simple as miscalculation. The ageless, infinite minds of the Reapers realize that something is wrong. They should have passed planets at this point. Moons and comets. But instead, they only find wreckage and the void.
And then, precise, exacting laughter fills the emptiness of space.
"Limited things of sickness and blasphemy. You come to my stronghold and you delude yourselves with force of arms."
The first of the worlds comes into view. It was once a small moon around one of the planets. Possibly a comet, caught in the gravity well of a world. But now it is a perfect sphere, glowing with colorless white fire.
"You believe you are beyond judgement. That you are beyond threats. You believe wrong."
Thirty dreadnoughts, hundreds of destroyers, and countless occuli open fire at once. Spheres shatter under the onslaught. The glass world melts and distorts, beams of liquid metal carving it in half. White fire fills the void.
And then one of the destroyers explodes as a single shard of crystal cores it from end to end.
Beams fire off from the dreadnoughts and the fighters as the destroyers begin exploding, one by one. Crystal spheres the size of the world-globe begin appearing. A slow, steady realization dawns upon the godlike intellects of the Reapers. Because they can now see what was the star of this system. As the white fire bathes them and the star moves, the Reapers revisit a long buried emotion.
Terror.
"There is a realm of existence so far beyond yours that the best you can do is mock it through imitation and worship. We are that existence."
Ten thousand spheres hover through the void. Shards of crystal and glass rain down upon the Reaper fleet as the small, high pitched laugh echoes through the machines, along with a silent whisper of a name.
"We are Hierarchy."
Space is a vacuum. No sound travels through it. But every radio, every receiver, every ansible in the system plays the same sound. The numbing, terrible bass roar. Every sensor and warning beacon that still works in the system shows the hundreds of shapes entering the system from the relay. Dozens, hundreds of smaller cruisers. Thirty ships, each two kilometers long.
The Reapers have come.
The fleet of newly formed Destroyers, flanked by countless black orbs which glow with crimson lightning flies ahead of the dreadnoughts. They fly through dead ships and kuiper belts, deflecting flotsam and rock off their bare hulls, a swarm of red eyes and bass roars marking their paths.
It is then that they notice that something is wrong. Not amiss, for that implies something as simple as miscalculation. The ageless, infinite minds of the Reapers realize that something is wrong. They should have passed planets at this point. Moons and comets. But instead, they only find wreckage and the void.
And then, precise, exacting laughter fills the emptiness of space.
"Limited things of sickness and blasphemy. You come to my stronghold and you delude yourselves with force of arms."
The first of the worlds comes into view. It was once a small moon around one of the planets. Possibly a comet, caught in the gravity well of a world. But now it is a perfect sphere, glowing with colorless white fire.
"You believe you are beyond judgement. That you are beyond threats. You believe wrong."
Thirty dreadnoughts, hundreds of destroyers, and countless occuli open fire at once. Spheres shatter under the onslaught. The glass world melts and distorts, beams of liquid metal carving it in half. White fire fills the void.
And then one of the destroyers explodes as a single shard of crystal cores it from end to end.
Beams fire off from the dreadnoughts and the fighters as the destroyers begin exploding, one by one. Crystal spheres the size of the world-globe begin appearing. A slow, steady realization dawns upon the godlike intellects of the Reapers. Because they can now see what was the star of this system. As the white fire bathes them and the star moves, the Reapers revisit a long buried emotion.
Terror.
"There is a realm of existence so far beyond yours that the best you can do is mock it through imitation and worship. We are that existence."
Ten thousand spheres hover through the void. Shards of crystal and glass rain down upon the Reaper fleet as the small, high pitched laugh echoes through the machines, along with a silent whisper of a name.
"We are Hierarchy."