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Post by StealthStyleL on Sept 15, 2016 23:06:58 GMT
Rising Sun - Part 2
Jado was about to spring down the slope in aid of his father when the machines suddenly halted, kicking the sand up into Kam Bal's face, although the old man did not flinch. The vehicles stood still, standing out in the desert, unnatural against natural, appearing to rust as the seconds went by. No one moved; up on the ridge, all were tense. Then a hatch on the armoured personnel carrier swung open with a metallic twang and a large green head emerged complete with militaristic cap. The reptilian features twisted into a Belgiumy smirk, as he coolly surveyed the Gragaf in front of him.
"So this is the wesistance I get is it?" he crooned with a very prominent lisp, which had made it hard for him to be taken serious in the army. His prominent eyes bore into Kam Bal's, who stared right back. "One lonely old Gwagaf, who has less muscles than my grandmother...and she's a skeleton by now. With only a stick to defend himself, hm? I think not." The Tyyrd looked around at the ridges to the river. "I am Colonel Wiznit Rhoda of the 34th Tyyrd Army. I have overseen the victories at Paladiel, Fer Kusk, Openra and many more. You will not deceive me with your petty tricks; I know your men are hiding on a widge, Gwagaf!"
With that Kam Bal raised a bony arm, and the Gragaf troops poured over the side of the dried river, riding Chuckburras, firing weapons and chanting a war cry. To die for the freedom of your people is a noble death. A stray shot bounced near Rhoda's hatch and he retreated back inside. Within moments, the Tyyrd tanks had turned their turrets to face the charging Gragafs. One of them turned to face Kam Bal, who had suddenly been forgotten by everyone else, but the chief jumped forwards and rolled with surprising athleticism under the tank. Unscrewing the tip of his staff, he pulled out a hidden stick of dynamite and attached it to the underside of the tank. Rolling back out again, he rushed over to join his troops right as the tank exploded behind him with a deafening roar. The sound could be heard echoing all over the desert and the smoke and flames could be seen for miles.
"Disembark! Disembark!" Rhoda could be heard barking. "We will have victowy!" A dozen or so troops filed out of the carrier, carrying state-of-the-art armour and weaponry. Another tank fired, the shot booming through everyone's ears, but it sailed over the heads of the attackers, and kicked up a mountain of sand at the ridge's edge. But the shot from a different tank was more accurate, exploding loudly in the middle of a charging group that knocked several Gragafs to the floor, dead. The cries of the Gragafs grew louder and their weapons now had a better target: The Tyyrds now being unloaded from the tanks. Tracer whizzed from both parties, the automatic fire shuddering like a million woodpeckers, thudding into flesh, bone and armour. The Gragafs took the most casualties; their armour was sparse and weak. But Jado led them, encouraging them with his spirit, while they knew that Kam Bal was flitting around the battle like a shadow, slitting throats with a curious hooked knife.
Boom! Another tank round crashed into the desert, sending bodies flying into the air. By the time they reached the ground, they were already half-buried in sand. Another boom, as a tank exploded. Kam Bal was spotted darting towards the personnel carrier, which was known to contain Rhoda. He placed the explosives and ran as before, but Rhoda had seen him. Leaping from the vehicle, he barely escaped the explosion. "Gweat. Now my uniform is dusty." A Gragaf ran at the Tyyrd commander, intending to batter him to death with his rifle, but Rhoda calmly pulled out a revolver and shot him point blank in the forehead.
Kam Bal was still sneaking around vehicles, holding his dagger out, when he saw a Tyyrd aim his weapon at Jado. Instinct took over and Kam Bal raced hungrily towards the soldier. He leapt upon him as a white burst escaped the rifle, and slashed at his exposed throat with the knife, until he crumpled to the desert floor. Kam Bal looked up but his worst fears were confirmed as he saw Jado's body, as still as the Tyyrd that lay at his feet. Why must there be so much death? Even this Tyyrd must have a mother or family to mourn him. Even as Kam Bal was thinking, he could see his men being whittled down. They were hopelessly outclassed.
Suddenly, beyond the gunfire and explosions, Kam Bal detected a faint rumbling sound, approaching from the west. At first only Kam Bal appeared to notice it as he ran towards the ridge, gathering up the remainder of his troops. It tugged at his heart, but he had to leave his son's body behind. As it got louder, more people started to notice and turned to look as a huge wave of water cascaded down the riverbed. His team had been successful in detonating the dam. The Tyyrd's in the riverbed tried to run to the shore but none were quick enough to make it as the water swooped down and claimed them. The lucky ones hit hard objects such as tanks and were killed instantaneously. Others drowned whilst suffering terribly, being swirled around in a raging torrent, filled with bodies.
Kam Bal did not smile or cheer like the rest of his men; death, even of their enemies, was not something to be celebrated. All the Tyyrd's that were alive at the time of the arrival of the water were killed...except for one: uniform soaking wet and hat lost, Colonel Wiznit Rhoda, hoisted himself exhaustedly onto a floating tank. He spotted Kam Bal and his men on the ridge and yelled, "you will wue the day you crossed Colonel Rhoda, wue it!" He pulled out his revolver and aimed at Kam Bal. But he was met only with a stubborn click as his waterlogged weapon failed to fire. As he floated off down river and further into the desert, the clicks could be continually heard, as anger overtook the diminutive army officer.
Kam Bal watched him go before they turned to return home and prepare for the next attack. He looked up at the sun and saw that it was now on it's way down to the horizon, having passed it's peak. Perhaps it was a sign that the Tyyrd's were on the decline. Kam Bal doubted it.
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Post by mitobox on Apr 9, 2017 3:23:02 GMT
Wartime Deduction "This is the third time, Adviser! What curse grasps my armies?"
The Emperor of the Deathsword Empire, supreme among Destructosaurs, was wracked by an odd mix of confusion and fury. He had just received news of his forces' most recent defeat at the hands of Lowplains. That lone city was no formidable opponent; it had no protective palisades, nor moats to force aggressors into choke points. It was situated on flat terrain that offered no protection, and had no outposts to possibly warn it of incoming hordes. Its only surroundings were a few meager farms. It seemed like an easy target.
Yet, of all the targets of the Deathsword Emperor's expansionist ambitions, Lowplains was the only one to successfully repel his forces time and time again. The thought of his Destructosaur legions' era of conquest coming to an end greatly disturbed him.
His Royal Adviser was of the cool, well-informed sort. "My lord, the squads you sent to take Lowplains complained of equipment shortages. I sought to inform you, but-"
"Never mind their trivial complaints," the Emperor snapped, swiping his clawed hand as if at an insect. "There is no excuse for this insolence. What rebellion exists in the forges?"
"The Smiths' Guild shows us no disrespect. However, it has issued many a request for-"
"I know, Adviser. WE know. Not enough iron. Didn't I seize Bluestone in the eastern mountains just last week for that very reason? What of the ore shipments I expected? Does its new administrator seek to displease me?"
"There is no question of loyalty, my lord, and the imports are coming as planned. However, now the Smiths' Guild sends messages asking why the flow of wood to be burned for charcoal has stopped."
The Emperor was filled with even more frustration. "What now, then? Have the trees simply begun to flee from the woodcutters? What have they been-" his expression instantly lightened as realization set in. "Oh, right."
He had reallocated all labor to the hill north of the capital city, and ordered for a great monument to be built. Destructosaurs for generations to come would marvel at it, and his legacy would be remembered and admired for as long as the sun circled the world.
The Emperor stood awkwardly for a moment, then turned back to his throne. "Just- just have the woodcutters return to their posts," he said, waving a hand dismissively as he sat back down. He thought for a moment.
"Speaking of the monument, how goes construction?"
The Adviser was reluctant to answer. "There... exists a complication."
The Emperor grumbled, then reached for his drinking jug. He pointed at it with his free hand. "Do you want one?"
The Adviser thought for a moment. "Erm, sure."
This was going to be a long day for both of them.
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Post by TheGraveKnight on Apr 9, 2017 3:45:15 GMT
Cylax's Crusade
Cylax sat upon his throne, his energy cape flickering as he contemplated. No-1 had killed hundreds of citizens, several soldiers and even his best commander. Did they have a chance? No...not alone anyways. But he had allies in the Aktarians, surely with the power of two mighty empires they could finally quell No-1's chaotic rebellion? Maybe he would die in the process, but if he left No-1 alone he would bring the entire galaxy incomprehensible destruction! His resolve was hardened, it was time to go to war. Standing up from his throne he marched towards the Communications Chamber, energy cape flowing behind him. Many of the other Ionax were surprised to see him, he hadn't left his throne room in over a year after all. Cylax's deep, echoing voice issued a single command "Contact the Aktarian leader, it's time to go to war.". And so a crusade began...
I wanted to get a story in on Cylax's perspective and his war against the Plasma Blades.
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Post by Lanky Giraffe on Apr 9, 2017 15:01:42 GMT
Cylax's CrusadeCylax sat upon his throne, his energy cape flickering as he contemplated. No-1 had killed hundreds of citizens, several soldiers and even his best commander. Did they have a chance? No...not alone anyways. But he had allies in the Aktarians, surely with the power of two mighty empires they could finally quell No-1's chaotic rebellion? Maybe he would die in the process, but if he left No-1 alone he would bring the entire galaxy incomprehensible destruction! His resolve was hardened, it was time to go to war. Standing up from his throne he marched towards the Communications Chamber, energy cape flowing behind him. Many of the other Ionax were surprised to see him, he hadn't left his throne room in over a year after all. Cylax's deep, echoing voice issued a single command "Contact the Aktarian leader, it's time to go to war.". And so a crusade began... I wanted to get a story in on Cylax's perspective and his war against the Plasma Blades. A great opening! Shall I continue it from the Aktarian perspective?
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Post by TheGraveKnight on Apr 9, 2017 15:03:33 GMT
Cylax's CrusadeCylax sat upon his throne, his energy cape flickering as he contemplated. No-1 had killed hundreds of citizens, several soldiers and even his best commander. Did they have a chance? No...not alone anyways. But he had allies in the Aktarians, surely with the power of two mighty empires they could finally quell No-1's chaotic rebellion? Maybe he would die in the process, but if he left No-1 alone he would bring the entire galaxy incomprehensible destruction! His resolve was hardened, it was time to go to war. Standing up from his throne he marched towards the Communications Chamber, energy cape flowing behind him. Many of the other Ionax were surprised to see him, he hadn't left his throne room in over a year after all. Cylax's deep, echoing voice issued a single command "Contact the Aktarian leader, it's time to go to war.". And so a crusade began... I wanted to get a story in on Cylax's perspective and his war against the Plasma Blades. A great opening! Shall I continue it from the Aktarian perspective? If you so wish
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Post by Lanky Giraffe on Apr 9, 2017 17:05:46 GMT
The New Dawn of War: Part 1 of the Galactic Crusade (continuation of TheGraveKnight 's previous story but from the Aktarian perspective)So, here it was. Everything we'd done for centuries to prevent happening, was happening. It is almost humorous to think that a species like ours would actually believe that they might just be able to live the whole of their existence untouched by the happenings in the rest of the Galaxy. How imbecilic were we to even conceive such a thought! Alas, the time had come, there was nothing else to do about it. Earlier in the morning, the USC Government and Asioan Emperor had each received a transmission from our Ionax allies stating that they could no longer put up with the so-called "No.1" rebel and his group "The Plasma Blades" who were terrorising their people. How one being could cause so much carnage was unknown to us, but clearly if he could take on an entire empire and win, he was of great threat to us. Throughout the past decades, both the USC and Asioan empire were, in secret, preparing for an event such as the one about to unfold upon us. The Asioans had a multitude of deadly bio-weapons that could remove society from a whole planet in mere months; the USC boasted an army 3 billion strong, but yet, everywhere across the USC and Asioan territories, we were still completely terrified. Protests and riots dominated the streets, political parties fought with each other over what action should be taken, and on one mining planet colony, a rebellion almost took place. Kettra Basoona, the USC leader, of who I was of service to, swiftly quelled the mass panic by issuing an order that any USC citizens who continued to protest against war would be "punished severely", what that punishment was we never found out, but it clearly worked as the Asioan Emperor followed suite with her people. It was once again time for the USC and the Asioan Emipre to reunite against a deadly threat to our beautiful home planet of Aktar 4 and now, our growing empire as well. The research planet of Akoo 2 (in the Akoo system on the edge of our empire) and the testing facility on its moon were to be the main area for where the military were to be based. Soldiers would make their final stop there before they were transported to wherever there was conflict in the galaxy. Once all the policies were in place and the first troops were posted on Akoo 2, we could finally sit back and plan our next moves without all the stress. On one morning at the USC Capital on Aktar 4, Kettra Basoona and I were sat upon the roof balcony of the USC government buildings. "Just take a look over there" he said to me, his eyes distant, his body weak. I did as he asked; the sun was bright orange and creeping over a rocky mountain, throwing a warm, golden sheet upon the land. The city streets were quiet, many people were inside their homes scared of the upcoming war, or away at work trying to forget about the panic. Beyond the city edge, a herd of 3 or 4 Quakreo, their titanic, six-legged bodies gently strolled across the grassland. It was pleasing to look at, and to think that despite the panic and chaos of war, there will still always be organisms living out their lives without a care or thought of war, rebellions and any threat that sapient beings of the Galaxy face. Kettra continued to speak, "We evolved on the perfect planet, it is beautiful, resource rich and full of unique phenomenons not known anywhere else in the Galaxy. We are one of the luckiest sapient species ever to evolve for being born into Aktar 4," "And so it is our duty to protect it," I replied, "And so you are correct, this war we enter will be the first of many that our species will fight in to protect our empire and our homeworld. Places like this in the galaxy are few, and we must make sure we preserve life for as long as we can until our species are no more." "Your words are inspiring sir, but we must remember that this task is incredibly difficult to do," "Oh of course, but I am prepared to face the challenges that await our species. Remember the motto of the ancient tribe that formed this great nation: Togtreyu, wo rey brut! Together, we are strong!" With pride in my heart, I was confident for this upcoming war. The cynical thoughts I had before were gone, and I felt like I should be on the front lines myself, crushing whatever this threat to the Galaxy was. The sun was now above the mountain, it was a new dawn for this day, and a new dawn for Aktarian history. I probably should've posted this in TU story thing but oh well.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 17:22:06 GMT
(Not necessarily a normal day, but a day nevertheless.)
As the Kroih-Ghjymikja scuttled along on its spider-like legs, it came across a peculiarly strange plant structure. This structure was peculiar as it was by itself, almost like an anomaly in the environment. But since the Krioh(We'll abbreviate it to that) did not know what the Belgium an anomaly was, it shrugged off the plant and walked on. That is, however, until it hears a thumping noise. A giant sauropod-like creature walked up to the plant, as if it were to eat it. It must have been about 1.5x the size of a Brachiosaurus(or brontosaurus, whatever.), due to its relative scale to the Krioh. But there was something strange. What was strange about this colossal being is that it did not appear to have a mouth, as its head was a singular eye, and it did not appear to have any mouth-like openings on it. Just as the Krioh was trying to process its sheer size, its eye began to appear to split into four segments. Soon enough, the eye opened, and revealed an entire mouth-like structure behind it. Four tongues then shot out of the mouth, grabbed the plant, and tore it from the ground into its mouth with little to no effort. The eye then closed, and became one connected structure again. The Krioh was startled to the point of paralysation. The beast then noticed the startled Krioh. The Krioh's mandibles started chattering in horror as the beast approached. It lowered its neck to the level of which the Krioh's was at, which would seem physically impossible due to its height. It appeared to start investigating the Krioh cautiously, inspecting every little detail. The Krioh didn't, nor couldn't, move. Just as the beast inspected the Krioh's mandibles, the Krioh finally gained the strength to move one leg back. Bad move. The beast's eye split into four parts. The Krioh moved a second leg. The beast then screeched at the Krioh, its four tongues wildly flailing, and saliva spraying. The Krioh immediately jolted back, turned, and ran. The beast followed in pursuit. Literally 5 seconds into running, the beast nearly grabbed the Krioh with one tongue. The Krioh did manage to avoid the tongue, and managed to escape.
It immediately knew to never go there again.
(EHE.)
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Post by TheGraveKnight on Apr 20, 2017 3:17:28 GMT
Cylax's Crusade - Part 2: Taking up Arms
It had been a good 30 years since all the Ionax city-ships had been called to the same solar system. A meeting was begin held in Alox's Leader Discussions room, Cylax was serious about something. Ridus calmly sat in her seat and waited for Cylax to arrive while Madon did relatively the same thing (albeit with alot more complaints about how Cylax better not be wasting his time). Several more soldiers and advisors filled the rest of the enormous room and chatted about the sudden call. With the sound of a loud horn, the entire room was silenced as Cylax marched into view with Exon at his side. Taking his seat, Cylax began to talk "Greetings, fellow Ionax and inhabitants of our other great cities. As you know, I have called you all here to discuss something of major importance. Our scientists here on Alox were in the process of developing experimental soldiers that were more powerful than any of our original soldiers. But what we didn't know is that our modifications did something to the Positium cores in them, causing them to become far too dangerous. In out hubris we thought we could just fix this, but things have gotten out of control. There was a rebellion about a year where the three soldiers managed to convince some of our once loyal soldiers, ones who would die to protect our citizens, to rebel. Thankfulyl we managed to kill two of the leaders and stop most of the rebels, but not all of them. The most dangerous of them, No.1, escaped with one of our tanker ships and killed our old militia commander Syber. Exon here is one of the few survivors who witnessed his noble sacrifice. For a long time I sat and did nothing, I was consumed by my own failure."
As he finished his sentence, Madon angrily yelled "You incompetent fool! Do you realize how big of a danger he could become?! He probably already has a ton of resources and pirates at his back given how long you've been sulking!!". Before Madon could rant anymore, Ridus shushed him by saying "Hush, Cylax isn't finished."
With Madon's little outburst done, Cylax continued "But, I realize how much danger I've put you, all the citizens of Alox, Xexel and Vasse in by doing nothing. No longer am I going to sit around and let No.1 destroy our proud empire! Today is the day we start the fight to end No.1's bloody crusade of destruction, today we start our own crusade!"
There were many cheers from all of cities' representative, Ridus clapped her hands softly while Madon let out a satisfied grunt. And so a crusade began...
The next part of Cylax's Crusade (which is probably going to be a sort of "mini-series" on this thread)
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Post by mitobox on May 11, 2017 2:14:31 GMT
A Curious Fate
Researcher Hat'hat, leader of the Fennalurus (a six-limbed, vaguely feline race) planetary expedition aboard the Prominence, gazed through his atmospheric protection suit in awe. Apex-155b was a seemingly mundane world - hot and dusty, with a thin atmosphere - yet a cursory glance at its barren surface revealed what appeared to be geological anomalies. Crystalline structures, some small and clustered, others tall and scattered, stood like glistening vegetation all around him and the Prominence.
Hat'hat was astounded by these seemingly unnatural formations appearing on, of all planets, this one. What could have created them? Were they artificial? What reason would a race have to visit this world, which had zero signs of life?
Den'kil, his seasoned colleague, brought out his portable scanner to analyze the formations' molecular composition. A white light erupted from the rectangular devise, coiling around one of the taller structures. Immediately, a hologram emerged from the scanner, revealing a silicate makeup.
However, this was no crystal in the usual sense; these molecules weren't arranged as would be expected. They seemed deliberately-placed; some formed passages through the crystal, others formed dense layers (growth rings?). On closer inspection...
"C-cells?" Den'kil said, dumbfounded.
There was no mistaking it; either naturally or by design, the formation was made entirely of chambers with smaller formations lying within (organelles?), all supported by microscopic silicon threads.
Hat'hat was eager to learn more from these formations. Their handheld scanner, however, would not provide much more information. The bigger, more versatile scanner module on the Prominence would be much more helpful in determining whether the two really had discovered silicon-based life.
"I'm taking a sample," Hat'hat declared, and unclipped his hand-drill from his utility belt. With it, he delicately began to bore through the base of a "crystal."
Immediately, a flood of what seemed like pixels burst from the hole. Hat'hat gasped in shock, and tried to withdraw his hand, but the pixels had spread onto it, and locked it in place. With horror, Hat'hat realized that he could no longer feel it. More and more pixels emerged from the hole, enveloping the entire upper half of the silicon formation, and Hat'hat's whole arm.
"Captain!" Den'kil rushed forward and tried to pull Hat'hat loose, but the pixels had already spread to Hat'hat's face. Hat'hat turned to Den'kil, his face now a pixellated mess.
Den'kil could only scream.
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Developer Note: On behalf of Revolutionary Games, I'd like to apologize with the most recent update's issues with mod compatibility. The new resource-gathering system seems to cause crashes when the player attempts to interact with content from mods - such as the "X-Tra Minerals," "Non-Carbon-Based Life," and "Planet Made out of Goats" mods - that rely on the old system. We'll do as much as we can to cooperate with the mod developers to try and restore compatibility.
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Post by StealthStyleL on May 11, 2017 8:06:34 GMT
Good one. A* for mentioning goats.
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Post by redhawk007 on Jun 14, 2017 9:11:50 GMT
The Rag'Tall.
Ox'Ill had been studying the Rag'Tall for almost a hundred years, he had yet to actually come eye to eye with one that was still alive as he mostly did the research on their dead bodies. These underwater creatures came from the same ancestors as they themselves did but that was about all they knew about them since the waters were mostly controlled by the Bor’Rak’Sarra. A pirate like clan that would raid any convoy that entered the sea.
"Ox'Ill? I would like to tell you that the Kat Rag'Kor Kor'KonKara have given us permission to enter the Kor'Ill Sea" A smaller Rag'Kor said as he pulled on Ox'Ill his labcoat. The Professors face lit up as the information arived, he could finally go see the Rag'Tall in person. These creatures whoms size is equal to that of them, something that not a lot of creatures on Rag can say.
As Ox'Ill arrived to his boat he looked into the distance, the calm ocean was inviting. He stepped onto the boat looking at the waters. His clan was not experienced on this terrain at all as they lived close to the scorching sea that was in the middle of the planet. There were myths about a creatures thraversing the waters called the Rag'Ill'Vol it was supposedly a giant worm like creature that had a similiar ancester with the Rag'Vol but no other scientist had yet to come up with evidence for this creature.
The Boat finally arrived in the middle fo the ocean after 5 hours of sailing. Ox'Ill was outfitted with a suit that would allow him to go into the water without causing harm to his body. As the Rag'Kors skin isnt used to taking vast amount of water for an extended period of time.
"Are we sure that this is safe?" Ox'Ill asked his fellow scientists whom nodded eagerly as he looked at them. As he got the confirmation he dove into the sea excited to see what was beneath the waters, to his suprise there they were. A group of Rag'Tall swimming close to the boat trying to inspect it. They were beautifull, similiar in build as the ragkor but their arms and legs replaced with fins. A big fin was behind them as they aproached Ox'Ill, they seemed to try and play with him.
Ox'Ill finally experienced the Rag'Tall their intelligence, these creatures seemed to be communicating with each other using loud eerie noises. They noticed Ox'Ill innitiate fear as they aproached him so they came to him more slowly. He was amazed at how far they were developed and finally knew why they themselves had evolved from these creatures.
But out of nowhere the Rag'Tall squaled loudly and dashed off, swimming with haste as they looked behind them in fear. They were yelling for Ox'Ill to move or swim away but to no avail as he was not able to understand these creatures. He looked around him for any sign of danger as he knew that these intelligent creatures wouldnt just panick from seeing him as they first aproached him. Then he finally looked down, seeing a gaping mouth with rows and rows of sharp teeth. It was big enough to devour a ragkor whole without even needing to chew. This humongous insect like creature was aproaching him at a rapid speed. He pulled on his oxygen supply to get him out of here but it was too late, in his final moments he realized what this creature was. The legendary Rag'Ill'Vol grabbed Ox'Ill into its mouth as it sprang out of the water, blood covering its fangs as a limp arm was daggeling out of it. The other scientists took pictures in horror and as proof that this creature existed. It didnt even fully get out of the water as it only seemed to come out with its head and some sections of its upper body.
When the scientists arived back home they published their findings, forever setting Ox'Ills name into history as the one whom officially discovered the Rag'Ill'Vol
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Post by RoboTrannic on Jun 25, 2017 21:27:06 GMT
so many stories to tell you about so little time
The Wandering Tree first lets talk the species the wandering tree is a plant animal hybrid that starts its life as a small animal then the females morph into a giant tree,their crocdilian in shape when their first born and gradually grow in size into bulky ankylosaurus looking carnivores,females can open up their armor plating to reveal its plant side to feed while resting and to disguise itself the females eat and eat until they have enough nutrients to grow into their new form so they wander into the most fertile area and begin a mating dance to attract males,males don't grow into trees and instead come in mass groups to mate with one female with no fighting as its first come first serve,they then dig a hole for the female to climb in as she is burred alive with only her long trunks from her fines exposed. the males then protect the morphing female for 7 human years (12 male years 1.4 female years)until it grows into a towering 20 meter tall colossus with a arena like area at the top where the young are being developed,the males stick around until the eggs are hatched,the male young are left to defend for themselves at the start but females will live with their mother as it provides shelter and attracts smaller animals for them to eat,after the young have grown up and moved on the female will mate again only 3 times before becoming sexually inactive as only desperate males as the tree doesn't have the nutrients for any more litters and needs to store a large amount which will take a extremely long time ,it will then rot away as its job is complete
great forests of these wandering trees populate the forest and can be easily identified by their glowing leafs and claw marks from their own kind and their twisted shape,truly something not to scoth at as these small animals have changed the very planet they live on through centuries and millions of years
now to the story its a big day for this female,she is ready for her next life,she finds a large carcass of a large trilobite like creature with a mini forest growing on its back,she eats and eats until she can barely move and she waddles to find her patch of land she will call home. wandering and wandering searching as she passes the others that have morphed,towering giants as the biolumisant leafs light the dark forest floor as bipedal arthropods with lungs battle it out with their musket like horns and boneless sky sharks fly from tree to tree judging each other with their vibrant flowers that grow from their backs.
the female is joined by another one with most likely searching for her next place as well followed by loyal males,they cross a thin land bridge with giant sky sharks caring its kill in its mouth as early arthropod adapters follow,the other female takes a right turn as her mates follow leaving out female to wander alone,she passe's great sights and tiny caves barley big enough to fit through,she sees giant trilobite herbivores and sees tiny fish swimming in the pools but she keeps wandering as her kind watches over her with their glowing leafs
how ever she is picked up and taking away by a arthropod with strange tattoes all over its shell as it takes it away to its village as she is then also tattoed with those markings which all seem to come from unique individuals as she is then powdered with the polen her mates would of given her as she is hoisted away to a mass gathering of these creatures which seems to be a place where they rest their dead,they are doing this so that their kin lives on in her young,they plant her into a hole with belongings with their kin as they cover her in powder of ash soil and the same leafs from her kind to glow
the arthropods sing a song witch sound like strings plucking silently in the night as they cover in dirt and she reveals the part of her that will grow into a tree to rival all trees
they watch over her until she grew into the final phase,they mark their history on her and as the young were born they marked them with names in their language and set them free while they watched over her daughters as the wandering tree had finnally found a place to rest
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Post by StealthStyleL on Oct 24, 2017 15:09:49 GMT
A Shifting Situation
The horizon of the desert-dominated planet of Caltor shimmered with hazy heat. Luckily, the darkened visor of Colonel Rolland Tyrspin ensured the harsh light did not effect his vision. The inbuilt computers in his helmet allowed the Cyclid to see a lot further than he normally would, and he spied a column of smoke rising in the distance. Evidently, that was where the enemy camp was.
Tyrspin lead his army from the front, as they rolled across the sand flats, leaving thin trails behind them. The Colonel was known for his bravery and policy of leading by example. He was well liked by his troops, the 2nd Infantry Division. He made a point of always following his orders out to the letter, but he also showed compassion for his troops.
The Cyclid soldiers came to a halt before they got to close to the enemy camp as Tyrspin wanted to remind them why they were here. He wasn't much of a speaker, so he kept to the point. "Men, since landing on this planet we have been under unprovoked attack by local tribes of Batusi. We have to put a stop to these attacks to protect our people, even if that means killing whole tribes of Batusi. When we go over this hill and charge at the encampment, I want you to remember who you are doing this for."
Tyrspin looked around at the gathered army, wishing they didn't need the visors so that he could see their faces and read their emotions. Nonetheless, he was confident of victory; the local Batusi were an extremely primitive people and they probably did not even need this much technology. But Colonel Tyrspin was never one to be arrogant, so encouraged the army to wear their head-to-wheel, state-of-the-art, computerised armour. The armour had served them well in previous campaigns, like Tyrspin's maiden campaign against the Tyyrds all those years ago.
As these thoughts travelled through Tyrspin's head, his subordinates went through the plan again. Soon, the wristwatch incorporated into the Colonel's armour beeped, and it was ready for the plan to be enacted.
From the opposite direction, a heavy thundering beat the air and a group of small specks appeared over the dusty horizon. They sped towards the army, but stopped just short. These were Cyclid transport ships but they were not loaded. Just as the plan dictated, the ship's kept low over the enemy's smoke and churned up the loose sand, creating an artificial sandstorm.
"Go! Go! Go!" The command buzzed through the helmets of the Cyclid shoulders and, in squads, they activated their jet packs. They rocketed up to the top of their side of the hill (wheels not being adept at even slight inclines), and looked down upon the enemy encampment. It was at this point completely swallowed up by the sandstorm, as Tyrspin had intended. Although the local Batusi were used to bravo out sandstorms, their armour gave the Cyclids the true advantage in these conditions.
Then, Tyrspin pitched forwards and allowed himself to roll down the sand hill, using two long sticks to steal and stabilise himself. Into the gloom he shot, followed by his faithful soldiers.
Rapidly, they approached the flat ground where the encampment was and rolled of it at great speed. At first, the land proved to be empty of feature. They rolled along where they were sure the encampment was, but found nothing. A few minutes later, Tyrspin, who was ahead of the others, found the fire (now just a patch of cinders) that the smoke had come from.
He squinted, unsure as to where his primitive opponents could be. This was where their encampment was he was sure of it. The sandstorm raged on, blocking out all view of the sky and, even with their computer-aided vision, they could not see very far.
Then out of the gloom jumped a huge shape; it must have been almost twice the size of Tyrspin, with a muscular body covered in black hair. It's head was large, as were the eyes and ears, and was particularly ugly. It wore only a cloth around its groin and brandished a wooden spear, garnished with a sharp stone. But as it leapt through the suffocating air towards the Cyclid leader, Tyrspin had no moment to see this. Instinctively, he pulled a revolver and shot the beast in the chest. It collapsed motionless in the sand.
The action had seemed to ignite more activity, and suddenly Tyrspin found himself in the middle of a battleground. Everywhere he looked Cyclids were in combat with the larger Batusi. The Batusi had the physical advantage but were hopelessly behind on technology. Even if one managed to wrestle a Cyclid to the ground, another would simply shoot the Batusi.
Despite the early surprise, the battle was going to plan and the Batusi numbers seemed to thin out. All of the corpses getting covered in sand were big, dark and armourless. They looked on route for a sure victory. But then the battlefield changed.
Unbeknownst to the fighters, the sky over the sandstorm had produced a thick blanket of very grey clouds. Although mostly a desert, some areas of Caltor experienced seasonal rains...and flooding. The water lashed down like a million tiny whips, crashing into the desert sand, and splattering over the Cyclids visors. This was not the problem, however.
The rainwater did not dissipate; it turned out the battleground was in the midst of a steep valley, and the water started to gather in pools. The Batusi would never build a village in a flood zone! Why had Tyrspin seen the smoke coming from this area then? More and more water came down, and flooded the valley. The remaining Batusi splashed through the water pooling at their feet, but the Cyclids were stuck fast. Their wheels could not gain any traction in the wet sand and water. They had become sitting ducks.
But then Tyrspin thanked his lucky stars, as the brutes turned tail and fled the area. Why, he didn't know but he just wanted to get his troops out of there first. The Colonel tried his jetpack, but the tiny engine had become clogged with sand and would not start. He watched as one of his lieutenants finally worked his way out of the sand, and came over to offer a hand to his leader. Just as the Cyclid started to pull, a boulder zoomed out of the haze and he disappeared with it.
For the first time in his long military career, Colonel Rolland Tyrspin froze with shock and horror. More boulders started rolling down the slopes on all sides of the valley. He struggled harder to free himself, but could not budge. Some of his soldiers had managed to free themselves, but the water greatly slowed them down as they hurried to help their companions.
The last thing the Colonel remembered as he watched a boulder bowling straight for him was that despite the best technology in the galaxy, they still had not won.
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Post by mitobox on Oct 26, 2017 16:39:11 GMT
The last thing the Colonel remembered as he watched a boulder bowling straight for him was that despite the best technology in the galaxy, they still had not won. OH MAN LOOK AT ALL THIS TECHNOLOGY WE HAVE MAYBE WE SHOULD USE IT
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Post by StealthStyleL on Oct 26, 2017 18:38:36 GMT
That would have been a waste of money and resources. (Just go with the plot! )
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Post by TheGraveKnight on Oct 26, 2017 19:13:36 GMT
Batusi: I wanna rock, ROCK!!!!
Cyclid: I hate tribal music...*crunch*
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