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IzurichSo just another day basically?
pretty much, yeah
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pretty much, yeah
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Sorry I disappeared for awhile. Real life shit got… more shitty. But it’s starting to look up now. I can try to post or something but could someone do a quick recap of where we are? There’s a lot to read and reading too much hurts my brain.
Welcome back.
Aliens have shown up, bombarded earth and are in the middle of trying to take over/exterminate us
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He stood atop the massive Arlaaekan tank, known to few outside of the grand Arlaaekan army as The Warbringer, continuing to watch in disdain as Earth's heroes fought with all they had against the relentless onslaught of the the Arlaaekans. He wanted nothing more than to jump into the fray and deal with the so called heroes himself, however, he had orders from the Autocrat himself:
“Stay the course, and observe. Only strike when you must.”
The Autocrat's words still echoed in his mind, and while he would never dare disobey a direct order from the leader of the Arlaaekan people, as he was well aware of the fates of the few who have, he still wanted nothing more than to get his hands dirty. And for a moment, he thought that his chance had finally arrived.
“I’ve got a message from my fellow inhabitants of this rock that we call home: pack up your army of E.T.’s back onto your flying saucers and go bully a different planet. We really don’t like bullies here on Earth,” the armored hero, “The Iron Knight,” told him.
Beneath the half mask covering the lower portion of his face, The Outsider's mouth curled into a sneering grin. Then, there was a commotion as a creature began rampaging nearby with tentacles reaching out, slaughtering some of his men while at the same time sending humans scurrying in every direction. The sudden appearance of the inhuman creature got the attention of the armored hero, who moved away from the Warbringer and toward the creature who was wreaking havoc on the ground below.
No sooner had the armored Guardian turned his attention to the bizarre entity below than had something else caught the Outsider's attention. On the street below, the silver and cobalt clad hero known as Icon fought off a legion of Arlaaekan soldiers. As the Outsider watched Icon in action, he began to scowl beneath his mask. To the Outsider, Icon represented everything about this world that he hated, a world that had left him to die and forgotten about him.
However, to the Outsider, that was another life, one that he had mostly put behind him. A life that he could finally put to rest with the destruction of his home world. However, before he could witness the destruction of Earth, he wanted to slaughter its heroes, starting with Icon.
***
They just kept coming.
No matter how many of the invaders they put down, more of the teal skinned marauders just arrived in what seemed like wave after never-ending wave. Only to be beaten back by the Guardians, as well as a number of other super powered beings, only the cycle to replay itself.
“Guardians, is anybody going to do anything about the tentacle monster rampaging through the streets?” Iron Knight's voice came through the Guardians' communicators.
“Tentacle monster? Wha-” Icon was cut off as a black and purple blur appeared before him, Icon recognized him as the man who had been standing on top of the gigantic tank. Before he could react, the figure grabbed him by the throat, and with one hand hoisted him into the air and then slammed him down onto the street, shattering the pavement beneath him. In a single motion, he picked Icon back up and connected with a wild round house right which staggered the hero, and then followed with a kick which struck Icon in the chest, sending him crashing through the front of a nearby storefront.
Icon lay among the rubble as he tried to get his bearings. He had been surprised by the ferocity of the sudden attack. He rolled over and slowly got to his feet, and when he did he found himself again face to face with the black and purple clad invader. The thing that struck Icon about this adversary wasn't the immense power that he seemed to possess, but that he was different from the others.
“You're human.” Icon said as his attacker moved closer to him.
“I was.-” the Outsider admitted. “-a long time ago.” He finished as he lunged for Icon who evaded the attack and countered with a right hand, which missed its mark. The Outsider hit Icon with a back hand and in one fluid motion reversed direction and followed up with an elbow to Icon's temple, the blow knocked the hero back. Staggered by the blow, Icon wasn't able to protect himself when his attacker unleashed an incredible energy attack which blew him back through the front of the storefront. Icon rolled several times before coming to a stop in the street. As Icon looked up, he saw that the store that he had just been thrown from was engulfed in flames, and the man who had so easily tossed him aside was striding toward him.
@nitemare shape
Kay, so... I just got inspired to something, but I'm gonna need another character.
looks good, approved
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I'm off for a couple of days after tomorrow, expect posts
Oh boy, i was about half way through my opening post, when i fell asleep at my computer and i don't know what i pressed during that time, but i managed to get rid of the entirety of it...
oh I hate that. Sorry to hear it happened to you.
Also, posts should be coming soon
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High Command Underground Bunker, Below Washington D.C.
President Jefferson Blake found himself sitting in the center of the oversized round table that was situated in the center of an underground bunker that until today, he didn't know existed. He knew that there were underground tunnels beneath the capitol city, which various government personnel could access in the event of an enemy attack or another emergency, however, until the alien ships arrived over Earth, he had no idea just how elaborate the underground bunker was. The bunker itself had been inspired by long forgotten plans for an expansive underground network that the government could operate from in the event of a direct nuclear attack. The Deep Underground Command Center was supposed to be the perfect fail safe for the government should the city above be destroyed. However, plans for the complex had been abandoned in 1965 when President Johnson dismissed the idea the most idiotic thing he had ever heard in his life.
However, the idea had been revived in the mid 1970's, and President Blake was thankful for that. He sat at the table, looking at the vast monitor arrays which showed satellite images of the sheer destruction that the invaders had wrought upon the world. San Francisco was gone, Hawaii had been ravaged by a tsunami. All across the globe, from Germany to Japan, From Russia to North Korea, cities lay in ruins. Untold millions were dead, and from what he could see, those could be conservative estimates. Yet here he sat, at this large round table with high ranking members of his cabinet, the Joint Chiefs of Staff as well as Congressional leadership, trying to figure out exactly what they were going to do next.
“What I don't understand is, why didn't they take out our satellites? They went to all this trouble to attack us, how could they have an oversight like that?” Senator Beth Lewis asked.
“It wasn't an oversight.-” General Hoskins, a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff said bluntly. “-They didn't care if we had the satellites. They don't think we're a threat to them.”
“Be that as it may, we're not fighting blind. There's significant resistance in Pacific Point, as well as in Lost Haven.” Another general began.
“Which is expected, both cities have large metahuman populations. We can move forces from Point Loma in San Diego to Pacific Point to back up the Metas there, and we can mobilize from Fort Devens, air support could get to Lost Haven in under a half hour, ground support would take longer, but with the Guardians on the ground there, we may have more time.” Hoskins said.
President Blake listened as they talked strategy, and he honestly didn't like the options presented. Regardless of who was fighting on the front lines in Lost Haven, the President knew that they may not have hours. There had to be a better option, and the President believed that he may just have that option available.
“That's not good enough. We may not have a country, hell, a planet in a few hours. We need something that can deploy much faster, and with more firepower.-” President Blake spoke up. “-We need S.T.R.I.K.E.”
“With all do respect Mr President, S.T.R.I.K.E died with Anderson. We need to focus on what we still have, and how best to deploy it.” Hoskins shot back.
“Well General, that's not entirely true.-” President Blake said. “-Isn't that right, Director?” As the President finished speaking, a hidden door at the side of the subterranean conference room slid open, and into the room walked a ghost, a man thought to have been killed in an attack perpetrated by the terrorist organization, The Hounds of Humanity, Director Alexander Anderson himself.
“Oh General, as the old saying goes, the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” Anderson said as he took a seat next to the President.
President Jefferson Blake found himself sitting in the center of the oversized round table that was situated in the center of an underground bunker that until today, he didn't know existed. He knew that there were underground tunnels beneath the capitol city, which various government personnel could access in the event of an enemy attack or another emergency, however, until the alien ships arrived over Earth, he had no idea just how elaborate the underground bunker was. The bunker itself had been inspired by long forgotten plans for an expansive underground network that the government could operate from in the event of a direct nuclear attack. The Deep Underground Command Center was supposed to be the perfect fail safe for the government should the city above be destroyed. However, plans for the complex had been abandoned in 1965 when President Johnson dismissed the idea the most idiotic thing he had ever heard in his life.
However, the idea had been revived in the mid 1970's, and President Blake was thankful for that. He sat at the table, looking at the vast monitor arrays which showed satellite images of the sheer destruction that the invaders had wrought upon the world. San Francisco was gone, Hawaii had been ravaged by a tsunami. All across the globe, from Germany to Japan, From Russia to North Korea, cities lay in ruins. Untold millions were dead, and from what he could see, those could be conservative estimates. Yet here he sat, at this large round table with high ranking members of his cabinet, the Joint Chiefs of Staff as well as Congressional leadership, trying to figure out exactly what they were going to do next.
“What I don't understand is, why didn't they take out our satellites? They went to all this trouble to attack us, how could they have an oversight like that?” Senator Beth Lewis asked.
“It wasn't an oversight.-” General Hoskins, a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff said bluntly. “-They didn't care if we had the satellites. They don't think we're a threat to them.”
“Be that as it may, we're not fighting blind. There's significant resistance in Pacific Point, as well as in Lost Haven.” Another general began.
“Which is expected, both cities have large metahuman populations. We can move forces from Point Loma in San Diego to Pacific Point to back up the Metas there, and we can mobilize from Fort Devens, air support could get to Lost Haven in under a half hour, ground support would take longer, but with the Guardians on the ground there, we may have more time.” Hoskins said.
President Blake listened as they talked strategy, and he honestly didn't like the options presented. Regardless of who was fighting on the front lines in Lost Haven, the President knew that they may not have hours. There had to be a better option, and the President believed that he may just have that option available.
“That's not good enough. We may not have a country, hell, a planet in a few hours. We need something that can deploy much faster, and with more firepower.-” President Blake spoke up. “-We need S.T.R.I.K.E.”
“With all do respect Mr President, S.T.R.I.K.E died with Anderson. We need to focus on what we still have, and how best to deploy it.” Hoskins shot back.
“Well General, that's not entirely true.-” President Blake said. “-Isn't that right, Director?” As the President finished speaking, a hidden door at the side of the subterranean conference room slid open, and into the room walked a ghost, a man thought to have been killed in an attack perpetrated by the terrorist organization, The Hounds of Humanity, Director Alexander Anderson himself.
“Oh General, as the old saying goes, the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” Anderson said as he took a seat next to the President.
Kuat
The shadow of the Imperial Super Star Destroyer Lazarus stretched across a section of the Kuat shipyards as the massive ship came between the space station and the planet's sun, sending the drive yard's defenses into a flurry of activity. For years, the shipyards had served the Empire, churning out some of the greatest war machines in the Imperial arsenal. However, following the death of the Emperor and the destruction of the Second Death Star, the New Republic “liberated” the planet and the ship yards that encircled the world. Shortly afterward, the shipyards began producing weapons for the fledgling government.
One such weapon was an experimental capital ship, similar in design to the famed MC80 Star Cruiser, only much larger in scale. The ship was rumored to be larger than a super star destroyer, and was armed with weapons that had the potential do decimate an enemy fleet on its own. Though those rumors were unsubstantiated, Admiral Kava and the Grand Imperium could not risk allowing the terrorists within the Rebel Alliance to acquire such a formidable weapon. Kava's goals were simple, first she would destroy the Rebel's new toy, and then her fleet would secure the shipyards for the Grand Imperium. Taking an asset such as these shipyards would give the Imperium a vital tool in rebuilding its arsenal while potentially delivering a crippling blow to the Rebels.
From her position at the view port on the command deck, Admiral Kava watched as her forces struck key defense positions on the deck of the shipyards. Once the defense were inoperable, a contingent of walkers would be deployed on the surface to lend aid to the ground forces that would be sent in to secure the facilities. Of course, she was well aware that the Rebels would surely mount a counter attack, however, if her forces did their job, any resistance from the Rebels would be too little, too late. Thus far, Kava was pleased with the efficiency in which her forces struck, and was confident that the Rebels' new ship would be rubble, and the shipyards would be once again in the service of the Empire in no time.
As Kava scanned the besieged ship yard, she spotted the target, the Super Mon Calamari capitol ship. A thin smile stretched across her face as she studied the vessel. She had to admit, it was an impressive ship, however, it mattered little, as she would see to it, that the craft would soon be little more than scrap.
“There.-” Kava said as she pointed at the ship. “Send a detachment of bombers to that ship. I want it destroyed.” Kava ordered. Moments later, a half a dozen TIE Bombers veered off from the rest of the fighters that were laying waste to the shipyards' defenses and made their way toward the New Republic's newest capitol ship.
***
The Twilight Dreams
“Good, reach out from within. Let the Force guide you.-” Luke's voice called to Joren.”-Feel your surroundings.”
Without opening his eyes, Joren did as his master instructed. He felt a hydrospanner as it floated past his head, Reaching out around him, he also felt the training remote that Luke had practically tortured him with for days after Joren had agreed to join Luke on his crusade. Though the remote hadn't been powered on in weeks, the memories of the stinging blasts that the pesky machine had almost seemed to have enjoyed inflicting upon him were fresh in his memories, and if Joren were being honest, he hoped to never have to come face to face with it again. He could also feel other things, spare parts, a blaster, a chance cube, all floating around him as he remained there, deep in meditation.
He had gone through this exercise numerous times since Skywalker had boarded the Dreams with the promise of finishing the training that his father had begun all those years ago. However, this time something felt...different. He felt different. He felt less grounded, almost weightless, as if the Force itself had taken a hold of him and set him adrift in the cargo hold of The Dreams.
“zzzzzkt Luke Old Buddy!” a voice cut through the silence of the cargo hold, interrupting Joren's peaceful meditation. Joren opened his eyes and found that he had indeed been floating several meters off of the floor of the cargo hold, however, with his concentration broken, he could not maintain the levitation, and landed hard, in a heap on the floor. An instant later, there was a thud and a rush of pain as the training remote bounced off his head, and rolled along the floor.
“Ouch.” Joren said as he rubbed his head, unsure as to what had caused the interruption.
He looked to Luke, who was already halfway across the cargo hold to a remote communications array along the far wall. Luke was smiling, and Joren could feel that it was not because of his sudden fall. It was something else, something far more personal. And for an instant, and only an instant Joren could feel a sense of longing from his master, almost as if Luke wished he were somewhere else.
“Lando, it's good to see you.” Luke said to the handsome dark skinned man who's image he could see on the holodisplay.
“Likewise. Unfortunately this isn't a social call.” Lando replied.
“What's Wrong?” Luke said, his demeanor suddenly taking a darker tone.
“The Empire.-” Lando said. “-Or at least one of their factions are attacking the Kuat Shipyards. It's a full invasion force, we really could use all the help we can get.”
“We'll go there now, but surely someone's closer. Han? Wedge?” Luke said.
“Wedge is already here with the rest of Rogue Squadron, Han's halfway across the galaxy near Bakura. He'd never make it in time.” Lando told him.
“We'll be there.” Luke said, trying to reassure his friend.
“Hurry, I don't know how long we can hold out.” Lando said before killing the transmission.
Luke stood there for a moment as he processed what Lando had just told him. If the Imperials retook Kuat, they'd be one step closer to retaking the entire galaxy. He took a deep breath and reactivated the com, calling out to the cockpit of the Dreams.
“Nyna, did you catch all that?” He ask.
“Yeah, we got it Luke.” Nyna replied.
“Set a course for Kuat, we can't lose that shipyard.” Luke said with resolve.
“Coordinates already set, you might want to get strapped in, we're about to make the jump.”
So, I got something in the works. Waiting to hear back on something, and it will hopefully be up this week.
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