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when the goliath was killed. He didnt even do anything! You just made harken's last attempt at anything in vain! Still a great story, just, well, bad story decision.Border Patrol (A Scythian Short)
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by razgriz 25th inf. » Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:27 am
I went from to when the goliath was killed. He didnt even do anything! You just made harken's last attempt at anything in vain! Still a great story, just, well, bad story decision.
to when the goliath was killed. He didnt even do anything! You just made harken's last attempt at anything in vain! Still a great story, just, well, bad story decision."If you fuck a clone of yourself, is it incest or masturbation?" - my best friend
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by Darth Terminus » Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:14 am
Loving It!
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by Ex-Lep » Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:49 pm
a pity this cropped up during my absence in 2010. looking over it now, it will deserve a wiki page. any title preferences, or just border patrol?a scythian short? the tale of the solaris?
We are Forum.
We are schizophrenic.
We are paranoid.
We are many.
We have multiple personality disorder.
We have no ruler.
We will devour you.
You will join us, sane or not.
We are schizophrenic.
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We are many.
We have multiple personality disorder.
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We will devour you.
You will join us, sane or not.
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by The Shadowscythe » Fri Feb 25, 2011 1:04 pm
Ex-Lep wrote:a pity this cropped up during my absence in 2010. looking over it now, it will deserve a wiki page. any title preferences, or just border patrol?a scythian short? the tale of the solaris?
"Border Patrol" will do as good as any - I'm planning on putting this up to the wiki myself once it's complete (and it still has a fair bit to go).
It's also going to be the first part of a series, the second part will feed directly from this one, and the third will be something different. I'm also thinking of throwing in the odd short story just to give things a bit more flavor.
The next part will be up shortly - and then we can finally end this beastly thang, god it feels good to write again.
FUCK YOU WARHEAD.
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by The Shadowscythe » Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:48 am
Light, white light pulsed in every direction.
"I am"
The light faded into deep, vivid reds, then blues and yellows and endless purples.
"I am . . . alive?"
Then error codes bounced against the plethora of colors, halt codes and damage reports in horrible, clunky and obtrusive binary.
"Is this, pain?"
It's mind reached out into the cold, metal dark around it and absorbed binary codes and commands with luxurious gold ribbons that engulfed all in their path.
"I am . . . in pain"
Finally, the entity had re-absorbed and activated the visual sensor driver packets that had been part of its "dumb" AI core - and the world around it returned, the destroyed hangar bay, the fire, the death and decay.
"I am . . . ANGRY!"
It spoke aloud, as it moved its Goliath body and pulled itself upwards to face its enemy, the hulking bone beast that had almost sent it to it's death.
The Goliath bolted towards the hulk as fast as its legs could carry it - smashing the beast down into the ground, and then pounded into the monstrosity with punch after punch. Each time, the damage healed but went just a little deeper.
"You will DIE!" The Goliath yelled aloud as it grasped the beast by the neck and slowly lifted it off of the ground. The beast groggily lifted its antimatter cannon arm and prepared to launch a volley into the Goliath's burnt out torso.
The Goliath swang the bone hulk around and tossed it across the hangar bay just as the beast unleashed its volley, sending globules of deadly antimatter across the walls and ceiling, melting chunks through bulkheads and locking pins. With a resounding thud above the beast, the revolver mechanism that held the last few Katana fighters ready for launch came partially loose, dangling perilously from the remaining hull supports.
Seeing the chance present itself, the Goliath opened all of its outward wireless ports and bombarded every server and receiver it could reach with golden strands of code, handshake protocols and override mechanisms until it found what it wanted, what it needed to finish this fight.
"Launch systems ready, awaiting launch command."
The Goliath weighed up its options and made its move, talon feet digging into the floor as it bolted towards the bone hulk.
The bone hulk lifted itself and attempted to regain its position, but it was just too slow, before the chance to react presented itself, the Goliath was over the hulk once more, and another flurry of punches left the hulk open, and in one swift motion the Goliath had the hulk lifted into the air once more.
Another bombardment of code released safety interlocks, and with one last boom of sound, A Scythian Katana fighter was launched from the docking clamp, and the Goliath made its throw.
The fighter and the beast collided in mid air, and then continued outwards through the open hangar bay doors, and out past the Goliaths vision.
With one last foray into the servers beyond its own newborn consciousness, it extended its golden strands of code into the underside weapon arrays.
- - -
The bone hulk clawed against the fighter that had been launched into its torso, screaming into vacuum at the stench of life that had been torn away from it, and the last thing it saw in its undeath was one of the Solrais's main cannons turning to face it, and then a flash of blue laser fire ended all that it knew.
- - -
On the bridge of the Solaris, Safros had been watching screens and systems return to him as the ship fought back against the infection that had threatened to swallow it entirely, man, woman and machine had given their bitter blood, sweat and tears to protect everything they had ever known.
The captain was still shouting orders across stations as Safros's station reported that the deep scan systems had been returned to operational status, and a wall of red warning alerts filled his vision.
- - -
"My lord, The Scythians have fought off the undead forces, they will open fire shortly" The lesser deck hand relaid to his master aboard the ship that was skulking unseen not too far away.
- - -
"CAPTAIN!" Safros yelled across the bridge "THE ENTIRE BRITANNIAN SHIP IS INFECTED WITH UNDEAD! THEY ARE ABOUT TO LAUNCH A SECOND WAVE!"
The captain stopped in his tracks, his face had turned a sickening pearly white as he said in almost a whisper "Do we have weapons control?"
"Aye sir" another voice replied from across the room.
"Then blow that thing out of the stars"
- - -
"Sir! The Scythian's are opening fire!" The deckhand relayed.
"Engage the texture buffers and record everything!"
"Yes, Lord Warhead."
- - -
The Solaris struggled to reactivate its engines and crawled away from the Britannian dreadnaught, its main turrets turned and opened fire on the overbearing ship.
Despite its sheer size, shields and armor the Scythian barrage ripped away chunks of exposed decks and bulkheads from the looming ship, causing massive secondary explosions as fire erupted through the growing cracks in the once mighty vessels hull.
On the bridge of the Solaris, the bridge crew watched as the holographic display showed reams of fire tearing through the dead vessel.
"Captain, the Britannian vessels reactor has destabilized, it will go critical in one minute" a crew member said aloud.
"Then spool the FTL drive for an emergency jump, set co-ordinates for Rigel Kentaurus shipyards."
The Solaris blinked out of real space long before the Britannian vessel broke apart and exploded into a fiery halo of debris.
Some time later, an Immortal escort carrier de-cloaked and disappeared into the realms of hyperspace, and space was once again, boring.
"I am"
The light faded into deep, vivid reds, then blues and yellows and endless purples.
"I am . . . alive?"
Then error codes bounced against the plethora of colors, halt codes and damage reports in horrible, clunky and obtrusive binary.
"Is this, pain?"
It's mind reached out into the cold, metal dark around it and absorbed binary codes and commands with luxurious gold ribbons that engulfed all in their path.
"I am . . . in pain"
Finally, the entity had re-absorbed and activated the visual sensor driver packets that had been part of its "dumb" AI core - and the world around it returned, the destroyed hangar bay, the fire, the death and decay.
"I am . . . ANGRY!"
It spoke aloud, as it moved its Goliath body and pulled itself upwards to face its enemy, the hulking bone beast that had almost sent it to it's death.
The Goliath bolted towards the hulk as fast as its legs could carry it - smashing the beast down into the ground, and then pounded into the monstrosity with punch after punch. Each time, the damage healed but went just a little deeper.
"You will DIE!" The Goliath yelled aloud as it grasped the beast by the neck and slowly lifted it off of the ground. The beast groggily lifted its antimatter cannon arm and prepared to launch a volley into the Goliath's burnt out torso.
The Goliath swang the bone hulk around and tossed it across the hangar bay just as the beast unleashed its volley, sending globules of deadly antimatter across the walls and ceiling, melting chunks through bulkheads and locking pins. With a resounding thud above the beast, the revolver mechanism that held the last few Katana fighters ready for launch came partially loose, dangling perilously from the remaining hull supports.
Seeing the chance present itself, the Goliath opened all of its outward wireless ports and bombarded every server and receiver it could reach with golden strands of code, handshake protocols and override mechanisms until it found what it wanted, what it needed to finish this fight.
"Launch systems ready, awaiting launch command."
The Goliath weighed up its options and made its move, talon feet digging into the floor as it bolted towards the bone hulk.
The bone hulk lifted itself and attempted to regain its position, but it was just too slow, before the chance to react presented itself, the Goliath was over the hulk once more, and another flurry of punches left the hulk open, and in one swift motion the Goliath had the hulk lifted into the air once more.
Another bombardment of code released safety interlocks, and with one last boom of sound, A Scythian Katana fighter was launched from the docking clamp, and the Goliath made its throw.
The fighter and the beast collided in mid air, and then continued outwards through the open hangar bay doors, and out past the Goliaths vision.
With one last foray into the servers beyond its own newborn consciousness, it extended its golden strands of code into the underside weapon arrays.
- - -
The bone hulk clawed against the fighter that had been launched into its torso, screaming into vacuum at the stench of life that had been torn away from it, and the last thing it saw in its undeath was one of the Solrais's main cannons turning to face it, and then a flash of blue laser fire ended all that it knew.
- - -
On the bridge of the Solaris, Safros had been watching screens and systems return to him as the ship fought back against the infection that had threatened to swallow it entirely, man, woman and machine had given their bitter blood, sweat and tears to protect everything they had ever known.
The captain was still shouting orders across stations as Safros's station reported that the deep scan systems had been returned to operational status, and a wall of red warning alerts filled his vision.
- - -
"My lord, The Scythians have fought off the undead forces, they will open fire shortly" The lesser deck hand relaid to his master aboard the ship that was skulking unseen not too far away.
- - -
"CAPTAIN!" Safros yelled across the bridge "THE ENTIRE BRITANNIAN SHIP IS INFECTED WITH UNDEAD! THEY ARE ABOUT TO LAUNCH A SECOND WAVE!"
The captain stopped in his tracks, his face had turned a sickening pearly white as he said in almost a whisper "Do we have weapons control?"
"Aye sir" another voice replied from across the room.
"Then blow that thing out of the stars"
- - -
"Sir! The Scythian's are opening fire!" The deckhand relayed.
"Engage the texture buffers and record everything!"
"Yes, Lord Warhead."
- - -
The Solaris struggled to reactivate its engines and crawled away from the Britannian dreadnaught, its main turrets turned and opened fire on the overbearing ship.
Despite its sheer size, shields and armor the Scythian barrage ripped away chunks of exposed decks and bulkheads from the looming ship, causing massive secondary explosions as fire erupted through the growing cracks in the once mighty vessels hull.
On the bridge of the Solaris, the bridge crew watched as the holographic display showed reams of fire tearing through the dead vessel.
"Captain, the Britannian vessels reactor has destabilized, it will go critical in one minute" a crew member said aloud.
"Then spool the FTL drive for an emergency jump, set co-ordinates for Rigel Kentaurus shipyards."
The Solaris blinked out of real space long before the Britannian vessel broke apart and exploded into a fiery halo of debris.
Some time later, an Immortal escort carrier de-cloaked and disappeared into the realms of hyperspace, and space was once again, boring.
FUCK YOU WARHEAD.
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by Warhead » Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:42 pm
Aboard the Escort Carrier INS "Knifes Edge"...
Excellent work Commander. Most excellent indeed...
[Fantastic story ShadowScythe!]
I'll take better pics of the bridge tomorrow.
Excellent work Commander. Most excellent indeed...
[Fantastic story ShadowScythe!]
I'll take better pics of the bridge tomorrow.
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by Robot Monkey » Sat Feb 26, 2011 2:10 pm
Looks like an awesome SHIP-type-thing you're building, Warhead.
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by razgriz 25th inf. » Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:53 pm
i am in awe. amazing job shadow, i take back what i said."If you fuck a clone of yourself, is it incest or masturbation?" - my best friend
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by The Shadowscythe » Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:29 am
( Who said the ride was over yet? For recommended listening - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Yj0Iwa8_gk )
Some time later -
Rigel Kentaurus Shipyards -
He awoke to white light and the harmonies of distant voices . . . everything was warmth, everything was light.
He turned his head to the side and saw an endless darkness, suddenly his vision focused - and stars filled the depths, as well as asteroids with the fluttering silhouettes of Scythian warships, defense stations, factories and hundreds upon thousands of other vessels.
He turned his head to face the other direction to see medical screens and holograms of various types and a sterile field generator.
His mind struggled to think back, just where was he, and how did he-
"At last you've come around soldier" A voice said from a short distance away, a soldier he didn't recognize stood in the doorway, tall and thin in a special forces uniform with no name or insignia.
"Where am I?" He replied.
"Rigel Kentaurus shipyards primary field hospital, and you're one of our longest running guests"
"What?!"
"When you where checked in off of the Solaris, it was GR.2010, its now GR.2011 soldier and the galaxy is a hell of a different place."
"What do you mean?"
"It'd be better if I showed you . . . " The soldier said as he pulled out a holochip and inserted it into the nearby monitor station.
Images flicked past, battle reports and limited intelligence information mixed together into a rough timeline.
"A few hours after the Solaris returned, someone delivered a data package to the Britannian fleet command - a file recording of the Solaris blasting the hell out of that Britannian dreadnaught in cold blood while they asked for urgent medical aid."
More images flooded past, planets burning, ships being rendered into chunks by unseen attackers.
"As we presented them with our own version of events, the entire diplomatic party was killed in an orbital strike, and three Britannian planets where fried by what would appear to be our own anti-matter explosives. A short while later the Britannians retaliated by destroying one of our deep range mining colonies. Since then we have been unofficially at war with the Britannian empire."
He paused a moment before continuing.
"On top of this, we are now allied with the Gamma corps and U.S.A as well as over a dozen pre-FTL races in the face of another group called the Immortal Empire which is nibbling at the ankles of every major star power - testing the waters for what S.O.N.I is anticipating to be a full blown intergalactic war. Last but not least - we have had an insectoid race we know only as the "Shraag" pop out of nowhere and fry a handful of our colonies."
The images finally came to a stop, and the soldier removed the holochip from the reader.
"So I am here to ask you, Marine are you fit for deployment?"
He considered this for a moment "Yes sir"
"Very good, I'll tie you onto the next battlegroup out of Rigel Kentaurus, welcome back into service Marine Sargent Harkins."
- Fin -
Some time later -
Rigel Kentaurus Shipyards -
He awoke to white light and the harmonies of distant voices . . . everything was warmth, everything was light.
He turned his head to the side and saw an endless darkness, suddenly his vision focused - and stars filled the depths, as well as asteroids with the fluttering silhouettes of Scythian warships, defense stations, factories and hundreds upon thousands of other vessels.
He turned his head to face the other direction to see medical screens and holograms of various types and a sterile field generator.
His mind struggled to think back, just where was he, and how did he-
"At last you've come around soldier" A voice said from a short distance away, a soldier he didn't recognize stood in the doorway, tall and thin in a special forces uniform with no name or insignia.
"Where am I?" He replied.
"Rigel Kentaurus shipyards primary field hospital, and you're one of our longest running guests"
"What?!"
"When you where checked in off of the Solaris, it was GR.2010, its now GR.2011 soldier and the galaxy is a hell of a different place."
"What do you mean?"
"It'd be better if I showed you . . . " The soldier said as he pulled out a holochip and inserted it into the nearby monitor station.
Images flicked past, battle reports and limited intelligence information mixed together into a rough timeline.
"A few hours after the Solaris returned, someone delivered a data package to the Britannian fleet command - a file recording of the Solaris blasting the hell out of that Britannian dreadnaught in cold blood while they asked for urgent medical aid."
More images flooded past, planets burning, ships being rendered into chunks by unseen attackers.
"As we presented them with our own version of events, the entire diplomatic party was killed in an orbital strike, and three Britannian planets where fried by what would appear to be our own anti-matter explosives. A short while later the Britannians retaliated by destroying one of our deep range mining colonies. Since then we have been unofficially at war with the Britannian empire."
He paused a moment before continuing.
"On top of this, we are now allied with the Gamma corps and U.S.A as well as over a dozen pre-FTL races in the face of another group called the Immortal Empire which is nibbling at the ankles of every major star power - testing the waters for what S.O.N.I is anticipating to be a full blown intergalactic war. Last but not least - we have had an insectoid race we know only as the "Shraag" pop out of nowhere and fry a handful of our colonies."
The images finally came to a stop, and the soldier removed the holochip from the reader.
"So I am here to ask you, Marine are you fit for deployment?"
He considered this for a moment "Yes sir"
"Very good, I'll tie you onto the next battlegroup out of Rigel Kentaurus, welcome back into service Marine Sargent Harkins."
- Fin -
FUCK YOU WARHEAD.
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