Yaneznayo

Medieval Kingdom

Kira i think your post is what Hikki is waiting for

The Rebellion

AH we have a human sympathizer. I wonder how this will play out. Twelve, your character is accepted and you're free to post.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Zack sat and tried to clear his mind. It was almost like the lady said, except instead of a door, it was a huge, singular room with everything scattered about. In addition... everything was MOVING. Entire stacks of the files would teleport from one end of the room to the next. Loose files flew as if blown by strong winds. This was going to take some time. He "summoned" a few filing cabinets and started organizing whatever he could grab in front of him into broad topics. Personal memories, general knowledge, physical skills, etc. It wasn't long before he'd completed the first stack... but there were countless more to go. At the very least, he didn't think he'd be bored here. He had too much to do.

The Rebellion

The roars of Gratch and Fenrir filled the air along with the sounds of fighting. Everywhere you looked was a dismembered corpse, a bloody weapon, or some other evidence of violent deaths. He stood in front of a particularly wounded Gratch, its wings and arms pinned by about eight men in all. Its movements were slowing and the men pinning it down repeatedly shanked it with whatever they had, adding to its extensive injuries. In a drawn out, gory final stroke, one of the men on its back plunged his knife into its neck, sawing through his throat until it lay unmoving in its blood.

In moments, the aliens would trigger the automatic defense systems to cull the humans and salvage what they could of their operation. That moment would turn the tide in favor of the humans. He'd rewritten the code for the targeting protocol. It was simple, really. He changed a few lines in the code, flipping all the "yes" targets to "no" targets. Of course, there were the countless firewalls and security measures he'd navigated in the system, but it had become second nature to him, thanks to his computer integrated mind. In addition, it would normally trigger an automatic lockup of all armories around the complex... unless you knew the code. He and his five captains would lead their "troops" into the armories, enter the code, and walk right in. Everything in there would be for the taking... once they got through the guards.

The Rebellion

The Rebellion is always seeking new members.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

Congrats! So happy for you dude.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

I'm still here but I have no idea what to say..... Me n butterfly over there are kinda stuck til someone comes in and releases us

Medieval Kingdom

Galen just off in a corner observing the castle like Galen do.

The Rebellion

2 minutes. A smile grew on his face as he reached the auxiliary area. It was a huge platform divided into different sections, each with a purpose. A corner of the platform was dedicated to "indoctrinating" new slaves; welcoming them to their new life in the mines.They were put through a cursory glance of a physical examination before assigned their camps and number. The rest of the platform was a staging area where cargo was prepped for transport off-rock or equipment was readied to be sent to other parts of the complex. This bustling platform would be his stage for the next few moments.

As far as he knew, there were quite a few Gratch and Fenrir spread through the complex. Given their size and strength, one of each could easily kill twenty or more people before they were brought down... But the humans on this rock outnumbered the Collective almost 40 to one. The facility had roughly 160000 inhabitants, about 5000 of which were collective. The humans had little more to fight with than the mining equipment they managed to steal or improvised contraptions of their own making. They would lose many. That much was a given. But their numbers should be sufficient to take control.

He saw monitors all around him, droning on and on at the jaded masses. "Serve the Collective. We will provide. Work the mines. Bring us ore. Then you may rest. Serve the Collective." The steady, repeated message pressed down like a tangible weight. Listening to it made the air feel thicker, your legs feel heavier, your mind number. Day after day, he watched around him as humans dragged their feet, shuffling from one task to the next. Today was different, though. There was an aura of tension. Everyone was being a little too mindful. Yes. It seemed word had spread, indeed. Now is the time.

He activated the first of a series of programs, and the droning monitors began playing a different sound as well. It was a dull, low, quick sound.
Thun-thun.
Thun-thun.
Thun-thun.
Thun-thun.
Few realized what was happening at first, but as the sound grew in intensity, men and women stared up at the monitors. The Graax taskmaster shouted "Get back to work!" and the sound grew ever louder. It grew louder and louder until it vibrated the very air.
THUN-THUN.
THUN-THUN!
The taskmaster covered his ears, yelling "What is that unbearable noise?!"
His voice amplified by the monitors, Zeck gave the answer while watching the final seconds tick down on his timer. 30 seconds
"That is the sound of a human heartbeat."
THUN-THUN 26 seconds
"THAT is the sound of centuries of anger pounding against its cage."
THUN-THUN 21 seconds
"THAT is the sound that will put fear into the hearts of those who wish to put us in chains"
THUN-THUN 15 seconds
"THAT IS THE SOUND OF THE SECOND HUMAN RESISTANCE!"
THUN-THUN 11 seconds
"And... If that's not enough for you... I've got another sound for you in just a few seconds. All doors have been unlocked. Go and fight for your freedom."
Two... One.

The sky takes on an orange hue. A concussive wave rattles the windows of the building. The sound is incomparable to any of the controlled mining explosions they'd heard. Before the wave is even past, the several of the monitors shorted out, and lights flicker.

The crowd roars.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Zack finished his meal and was quickly ushered to his new room. He found his cart in the corner, full of everything he got. He started to organize, but kept getting caught up in examining the things all over again. When he wasn't distracted by listening to his new downloaded music, he was playing with his new companions, Arkie and Jura, or watching them chase each other around. They had lots of energy, but when they were calmed down, they cuddled up as if they'd known each other for years. Judging by what he'd seen, he'd have quite a time keeping these two occupied. They might be as jumpy as he is!

Giving each what he thought was a good portion of food, he told them "Now there are going to be a few rules, but other than that, I'll let you guys do pretty much whatever you like. First. When I say stay, you don't move from that spot unless you're in danger. You're to wait for- HEY!"

Before he was able to even finish his sentence, they two were back at playing with each other. Putting his hands to his hips, he sighed. This would take some doing... But he'd get them to listen eventually.