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Aged
That's MISTER Lag Monkey to you.
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 Posted - Sep 16 2003 : 18:43:30
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Aged paced the hallways of the shipyard. "When is that mothership supposed to get here?", he thought impatiently. He hadn't even purchased his ticket yet, but in his heart he knew it was time to get back to his homeworld. "But when would he actually be able to board the ship?"
Although Aged's mind was pretty much made up now, a week or two ago he hadn't been so sure. He'd spent a short but ugly stint on an off-world resource base. The memory of that awful place still haunted him - so much so that when he was reminded of that place while watching some holograms of his homeworld, he'd almost changed his mind about going altogther. Then some old acquaintances began to surface and the fullness of his experiences on the homeworld as a younger man seep back into his thought process.
Tapping his comm unit, he checked on ticket prices from one of the brokers (they were sometimes cheaper than the ticket outlets at the shipyards). Bingo! The Mighty River brokerage had some for sale and they were 5 credits off. The shipping and authorization process took a bit longer but he'd been away from the homeworld this long - what would another few days hurt?
Yes, it would be good to see the old gang again...
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Petrified-OMO
Taxing Patience
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Posted - Sep 16 2003 : 21:18:31
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Meanwhile, deep in the bowels of the shipyard, Petrified found himself doing double duty as people's expectations of the arriving MotherShip heightened. Here and there the locks were doubled, the warnings issued and the constant threat of unleashing the Hounds of Hell - "Muffy" as Petrified affectionately referred to it, were abundant.
The impatience channeled to the steam rooms, Petrified looked at his warning map, refreshing every few seconds as opposed to minutes. 'Yes, there is one now.' Petrified moved the de-threader closer to the door where a foul stench arose. The noisy complaints about delays and arrival times being shuffled was loud.
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The de-threader did it's work and the room fell silent as the occupant's Doppelgangers stood frozen in time and space, slowly descending to the abysmal reaches of the yard's expansive bays as the module slid away.
"The others should be getting ready now." Yes, soon the team would be back together again and soon many would succumb to the power of the Elders. "Don't think we lost our touch." whistled Petrified as he walked away from the now silent room. Little did he notice the shadows that followed.
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Embalmed.OMO
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Posted - Sep 16 2003 : 21:20:54
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Back at the barracks, Embalmed was busily polishing boots. Very disgruntled that his youth limited his participation in the Higaaran Campaign, the Beast was more like a weak kitten and the European Affair meant he couldn't even get a small piece of the lame Orbital Resource Base action.
As he applied a particularly choice loogie to Festus' left vinyl boot (The pair with the stiletto heels), his certainty that this was his time, this was his war almost overwhelmed him.
Tomorrow the adventure will begin.
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Festus-OMO
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Posted - Sep 16 2003 : 22:06:21
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He lay in his cot, animated even in sleep, as the dream returned. Twisting about, flailing, sweat beading on his forehead as his fists clenched the sheets he had pulled up around him.
He was aboard a Mining ship, running. Running for his life thru the corridors while behind him he could hear the sounds of people screaming as the beast devoured them, converting their flesh into part of the ship. Part of the Beast itself.
He had been part of the research team examining the ancient probe that had recently been brought aboard. He had been watching the screens from his security station as the infection began to take over. Maybe he was the only one who understood immediately what they were dealing with, maybe he was just lucky, but Festus had ran.
Reaching an escape pod, he dogged the hatch on his side of the corridor leading to the cyropods, and watched in horror as the beasts tendrils continued on, managing to creep thru the circuitry, reaching the lock mechanism and began overriding the keypad.
In desperation he balled up his fist and smashed it against the mechanism, shattering the pad and the delicate electronics beneath. The power shorted and there was no way the door could open unless an override came from the bridge.
How long tho? How long til the Beast controlled everything, and the door could open and Festus was absorbed, becoming a biologic component of his killer?
He had to escape, had to get a warning out. He headed towards the pod, wanting to launch and get away from this nightmare.
As he disengaged the pod from the ships network, he felt a sharp, stabbing ache begin to travel up his forearm. His hand had been cut when he smashed the keypad, and as he looked at it he realized where the pain emanated from. The cuts were a sickly green-blue, and thin spiderwebs of color were slowly moving up his arm, under the skin. The Beast was with him..........
Festus sat bolt upright in his cot, eyes wide as he pawed at his right arm. Stillgripped in the throws of his nightmare for several seconds before he awoke enough to remember it wasn't the present, the dream was his past.
He had survived the beast. He had put a delay on the rescue beacon, launched the escape pod, and entered cyro-sleep in order to halt the beast from taking the rest of him.
The extreme cold had stopped it, halting its growth, making it go dormant much like it had been aboard the probe. That was until they had brought it aboard, and it had re-awakened.
He was found drifting several monthes after the beast had been defeated. Naturally the Kith that had found his pod were suspicious and recognized the infection. They had amputated his arm while he was still frozen and had disposed of it by throwing it into the furious energies of a MotherShips main drive.
It had taken monthes to grow him another arm and it still occasionally ached as if he could feel the Beast devouring his nerve endings.
He lived with the guilt that he had lived, that he hadn't been able to save anyone aboard that ship, but he couldn't forget. And now a new threat was facing his Kith and he feared again.
Festus looked around his room, turned back to his pllow and punched it into shape and lay his head down again, slowly drifting off to sleep again and promised himself that he would not fail this time.
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TitanumHipOMO
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Posted - Sep 16 2003 : 23:22:45
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The Hipster sat in the lab,munching on the Taiidan mushrooms and contemplating what his job would be in the battles to come. He had made poor choices in his specialties during the previous wars.First was the scandal where he cleverly installed Beast nonobots to improve Build efficiency,only to discover there were "bugs" in the system. Even as a youth,as a Mech Pilot,he had brushed with disaster while piloting jumping MKII's.More bugs it turned out.
He tossed in his sleep knowing that whatever choices he made there would be controversy.This time he must make the right choices. The nightmares returned that night but things could be worse. He could be seeing Festus in his Stilettos in his nightmare.
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Obake
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Posted - Sep 23 2003 : 09:43:42
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From the bridge of his Mothership, Obake surveyed the fleet and was pleased. He had begun this journey to Hiigara before, only to fail as other demands were made on him. It would not happen again.
The fleet had passed through the Gardens of Kadesh relatively unscathed, opening up to him previously unknown vista's and fresh challenges. Beyond the Gardens the fleet had bested the Ghost Ship and just last night (if there is such a thing as night in deep space) they had destroyed the Taiidan Research Station, capturing a Taiidan Carrier and Heavy Cruiser in the process. Hiigara was close, Obake could feel it in his bones. Even with this knowledge, Obake was torn about the future.
Word had reached him of the Beast and the Cataclysm that arose from it. Previously nothing more than a footnote in his memory, he had just found a new record of the BeastWar with a local trader. He had managed to obtain the record for the paltry sume of 6 credits, laughing to himself with the realization that the trader had no idea what he held. There was rumor that the Beast had not been completely destroyed and Obake had planned to take the fleet back out after regaining Hiigara to find out for himself. Until then, Kiith Somtaaw waited patiently.
Even with the immediate threat of the Beast looming large in his mind and the uncharted reaches of the record now in hand, Obake could see further into the future and it was what he saw that tore into him.
A new enemy lay beyond the Beast, threatening the very existence of the Kiith and the Homeworld itself. The Vaygr were coming from the fringes of the galaxy, wielding an ancient power. He had sampled the strength of the Vaygr, and had emerged victorious. It was this victory that had brought him back to the quest for Hiigara he had abandoned so long ago.
In spite of his successes against the Taiidani fleet, Obake knew that his skills were meager when compared with those of his friends, the Elder. It was the Elder who had initially explored the pathways to Hiigara, and had fought the Beast. Obake had fought alongside the Elder many times in other planes of existence. They were strong allies, and even stronger foes. It was they who had brought him news of the Vaygr and even now were locked in combat with the Vaygr individually, and together through Fleet Command's Web.
Obake's journey to the Homeworld had already forced him to backtrack on more than one occasion. While this luxury was afforded him on the voyage to Hiigara, it would not be available once on Fleet Command's Web. Obake knew that his lack of tactical exerience in the third dimension would be a liability to the Elder and any other ally once on the Web.
It was for this reason that Obake was torn between loading the Beast record he held in his hand, or obtaining the Vaygr record and taking his chances with the Vaygr through Fleet Command's Web.
In his heart, he already knew what the Elder would say...................
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Cat
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Posted - Nov 11 2003 : 14:56:33
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Hmm you all have some Real problems and Homeworld ain't gona Help
But if you see me there Say hi i never smurf there any more no need to no one left to Hide from i use the name Cat
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BluehairOMO
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Posted - Nov 11 2003 : 17:10:11
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Commodore BlueHair paced the bridge of his Marine Frigate with a patch on his eye but not on his code.
"We shall board the deathstar Sierra and take the secret information we need to stop the evil race of noobcheatas from controlling our ships" he told the brave marines as they approached H-Hour.
"Leave no survivors to tell of our mission or write their buggy code again."
His loyal and fanatic troops answered with a hearty "HOO AHH, Semper Fi!" as they prepared to embark on their dangerous mission.
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Vasectomy OMO
Get'em where it counts.
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Posted - Nov 12 2003 : 06:52:43
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The War Dog soldier paced the corridors of the Mothership reliving the memory of the Beast and the horror of friends consumed. His heart skipped a beat remembering the last seconds of the Beast consuming the Elder around him. Death, destruction disguised in an illusion.
Why not me? Instead I live the nightmares of fear of the dark side.
His footsteps echoed through the now empty hallway, reminding him once again how alone he was...
What does a War Dog do when fear steers his heart, when service to the Elder was all he knew........
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ViciousHomeWorld
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Posted - Nov 10 2004 : 08:39:38
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Hehe. NO WAY. If you have real-life problems or relationship problems, HW doesn't help. hehe I've figured that out from bad mixes :F
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henrya
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Posted - Nov 11 2004 : 04:15:41
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vicious, is that an abrams in your picture, or you are just happy to see me ?
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