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An island of fire burns in the darkness. A pair of disheveled mercenaries sit around it, meters away from the rear hatch of their badly damaged ship.

"Well Jace, we're really in over our heads now, aren't we? Lost one ship, and our pelly looks like a Phfor caught in a washing machine."

"Renault, you old dog. We've been in worse before, we'll make it."

Their attention turns to the ship as a series of loud beeps and chirps emanate. A small droid moves down the hatch and around to the side of the pelican. After it's repairs on the interior finished, it began to cut off damaged plating on the outside to replace it.

The mercenary named Renault sighs and hangs his head.

"Oh come on, mate. This isn't a thing to do about it. We finished our job, got a couple credits in our pockets, we can have the Gitro repaired good as new tomorrow. I have some 'friends' that owe me favors up at the station."

"Jace, do you realize we lost a ship on such a small job? We were careless, and I only made it out by the skin of my teeth. Maybe we should think about a new line of work..."



[Edited on 7/3/2004 7:39:15 PM]

  • 07.03.2004 7:25 PM PDT
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"Immersion is playing Half-Life and not noticing your house is burning down."- Paul Barnett

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lieut_pat's scouts flying on a regular run spot a burning area on the horizon. They pull down to check it out and find machines on the ground, burned out, dead. Also a handful of men litter the field, along with some metal splinters. "These men don't have any markings, just very good weaponry, illegal weaponry. Something's going on here."one of the scouts says.
With that they return to their fighters and head back to report in.

  • 07.03.2004 7:32 PM PDT

It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.

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Halo CMDR slowly backs away as Pink aims an amazingly bright staff at the strange tower. The light dissipates from the black tower(but it still remains intact), and his fear was lost. Puzzled, he ask Pink: What was that? Who's tower is that? What could've caused me to have a fear over something as silly as this strange tower?


"To answer your first question, it was a simple spell I conjoured. For your second question, that tower undoubedtly belongs to a rather dark and powerful mage. and for your final question, he cursed it. This was so it would remain undetected while it was being built and left alone when done." Pink replied. "I must leave now, to my study. I have some mattters to attend to." In a flash of brilliant blue light, Pink merges with the universe and is gone.

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Jace is jerked awake from his slumped position in the pilots seat of his pelican. A warning light blinks menacingly on the control panel.

"Computer, what's the deal?"

"Security cameras recorded an intense flash of light, blue spectrum, on the horizon at (72) degrees,117 kilometers. Deep radar scan detects one ship unidentified and at least two life forms. No activity since then."

"Well we can't afford to do anything about it in this shape...now I'm going back to sleep. Wake up Renault next time it's important.."

Jace drops his head and is asleep almost instantly.

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Halo CMDR stares at the tower one last time, and then returns to his custom longsword fighter. He had better matters to attend to then to explore DaEIAITH's black tower, now that that strange curse of fear had been eliminated. He boards his fighter and takes off back to his base.

[Edited on 7/3/2004 8:18:37 PM]

  • 07.03.2004 8:04 PM PDT
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"Immersion is playing Half-Life and not noticing your house is burning down."- Paul Barnett

The most awesome thing ever!

Good night all, im in Canada so my time zone must be ahead, eh? I'll be back in the morning(in about 9 hours) to continue posting.

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  • 07.03.2004 8:05 PM PDT

It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.

While in his study, Pink_Menace meditates on his new found ability to merge with the universe and teleport to defferent spots all over the galaxy. While merged with the universe he feels immense power, so much its almost maddening. Suddenly he feels a strong urge to merge with the universe. He tries to supress this urge but it only gets stronger. Finally he runs out to his balcony, levitates a meter above the ground, and meditates. Slowly the urge goes away, and he is once again calm. Pink_Menace vows to find out more about merging with the universe, and if there is any other way to teleport.

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Renault's eyes slowly focus as he wakes up. He shakes Jace awake, and walks outside to cover the ashes of thier fire the night before.

Jace logs the last nights anomaly into the computer, deciding it deserves to be looked at some time. He goes outside to help pack up the few supplies they had scattered, and then secures the droid into its cradle. The mercs strap into thier seats and Jace fires up thier one remaining engine. Power diverted to a pair of thrusters gets them airborn and he sets the autopilot toward the capital. He settles in for a long ride at 30% output, all the engines can manage.

This is not going to be a short ride.

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While flying back to his base at full speed in his Longsword fighter, Halo CMDR barely spots a Pelican dropship on the ground far to his left. It is about to take off, and it wasn't one of his forces. He makes sure to increase alert slightly at his base in case these guys were rebels or something.

[Edited on 7/3/2004 8:24:39 PM]

  • 07.03.2004 8:20 PM PDT

It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.

Once Pink_Menace thinks he is under control enough to merge with the universe, he does so. He quickly rematerilizes next to Dolorous the Praetor and makes a quick bowing gesture. Pink_Menace asks "Praetor, have you any more information on these Godsends?"

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Mooman becomes angered at the attack by Dolorus. fortunately, Mooman had steered the Silent Storm out of the way of the blast before it could do any significant damage. most of the crew and ship remained intact. a few casualties and injuries, but nothing overly severe.

seeing that he is making more enemies than friends, Mooman sends a hail to both Dolorus and Halo CMDR asking for an alliance or cease-fire of some kind. he sits on the bridge of the Silent Storm, wating for and answer. with only 25,000 of his 500,000 terminator cows left, and half of that fleet seriously damged, Mooman waits hidden in an obscure nubula with too much electrical interferance to detected by sensors. this renders him virtually invisible to any impending attack, but he also cannot see past 10 kM around his ship. he is blind.

the Silent Storm sits in almost complete scilence, waiting for its cry to be heard. though Mooman suspects no risk of an attack, he orders his first-officer to keep the ships Main cannons and turrets ready. he leaves the shields realtively low, but is ready to raise them at moments notice.

Mooman sends a couple of fast, but unarmed scout crafts to see if they can find any movement in the nebula. also to test a new sensor that has been researched, that could potentially cut through the thick electrical interference put out by the nebula.

the sensors work, but not as well as Mooman had hoped. though the crafts could see nearly to the edges of the nebula, several blips appear all over the radar, when all that is there is mild electrical activity. the sensors are no better than the origionals. Mooman is once again blind. he periodically sends out these scout craft to search the area, and test updated versions of the sensor. each time he attempts to try the sensor, one problem gets fixed, but another returns, or an new problem is found.

late at night, as Mooman is sleeping. he gets a call from the night shift on the bridge saying that he is receiving a call... he quickly dresses and moved toward the bridge, hoping that wither Dolorus or Halo CMDR has answered his call...

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The tavern doors burst open, and in stalks a dark, tall, robed figure. He turns to a darkened corner in the back. The four occupants of the pub eye the dark corner uneasily, and return to their drinks, laughing superficially.

Eventually, one ventures out to ask the stranger what his kind is doing in the region.
The dark stranger does not respond.
Once again the bold fellow provokes him, asking, "We dont appreciate you mages round here. Now get out, you scum."
Still no response.
"I'm talking to you, you filthy mage!"
Finally, the stranger answers. As he answers in his raspy, whispered voice, the candles flicker, "You would do well to keep your mouth shut."
"What the -blam!- does that mean!?!?!"

In a most sudden and frightening way, the tavern door bursts open, and in storms a powerful, bone-chilling gust of wind. In a flurry, all the candles are doused, and all the men can hear is the voice of the stranger.
"So ignorant you are- so flawed- so human. Mark my words- someday- I will not have to deal with such fault."
As the stranger enunciated the final word, the candles reignited in a furious burst of flame, leaving the four men alone, fists clenched, eyes fixated open. A great feeling of relief was had, but not without a plaguing feeling of dread.



And mooman- I would reccomend finding alliances, as you mentioned. If we can learn from history (oompaloompa), it is always best to have allies. And not necessarily with us. It would be cool to have another powerful enemy instead of many individual foes, who are dealt with easily.

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  • 07.03.2004 9:06 PM PDT
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DrummDragon gets his shotgun out and decides which side to take......

  • 07.03.2004 9:07 PM PDT

It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.

Excommunicado, my friend, it has been too long since we have talked. What's new with you?

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Well, my military second is finishing my Black Citadel and building my ever amassing legions, but I however, am out on a quest.

  • 07.03.2004 9:22 PM PDT
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Posted by: Pink Menace
Once Pink_Menace thinks he is under control enough to merge with the universe, he does so. He quickly rematerilizes next to Dolorous the Praetor and makes a quick bowing gesture. Pink_Menace asks "Praetor, have you any more information on these Godsends?"


None other then what has been revealed. What anyone might find in the galaxy's core would simply be relics, lost tools representing a fraction of their power. Contact with these beings could only be achieved by an imbalance caused by the misuse of their tools. That is the very imbalance I am here to prevent. The Jjarro, excuse me, "Godsends," exist outside of time and space as is conventional to us, however, they intervene when they sense a disturbance large enough to upset the natural balances they placed upon this universe.

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And mooman- I would reccomend finding alliances, as you mentioned. If we can learn from history (oompaloompa), it is always best to have allies. And not necessarily with us. It would be cool to have another powerful enemy instead of many individual foes, who are dealt with easily.
this was all that came from the transmission. Mooman stands on the bridge of the Silent Storm pondering what he should do next. should he try and contact this strange person? or just be wary of tricks and keep his distance?

a small panel turns on and his head engineer comes over the com.
"ok, i have some good news, and some bad news."
"good news first."
"well, everyone that surivied Dolorus' attack is all patched up, and are currently working on reapairing the damaged cows."
"whats the bad?"
"i can't believe we missed this."
"what?"
"looks like Dolorus did more damage than we first thought. he blew a huge hole in the side of the Silent Storm... right where about half our food and water supply is. we didn't see it because the hole immediatedly sealed itself with an auto-forcefield, but not in time enough before half of our food got lost in space. plus, the sensors in that section were destroyed, leading us to believe that there was nothing wrong. if we don't find some thing soon, we're all going to die of starvation and thirst within 2 months. "

Mooman, hearing this, sends a message back to the sender of the earlier transmission, asking for an alliance, telling of his dire situation. he can only wait and pray for the reply...

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Halo returns to his base. Exhausted from the ordeal, he decides to rest. He now had finally recieved the 2 APCs and 2 custom extra armor-plated pelican dropships with gauss cannons from his yet-to-be-finished cruiser, the Rapier. The Rapier was quite an impressive cruiser, with 6 MAC guns, 60 Archer missile pods, and 8 remote longsword fighters with Shiva warheads.

  • 07.03.2004 9:42 PM PDT

It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.

You wish. First of all, nobody ever knows where Dolorous is because he never says wehre he is not to mention the fact he is one of the most capeable warriors in the universe that we know of. Second off, I have a decent sized army (1,000 Magi, trained by myself to be very capeable mages) plus the fact that the Pinnacle is on lockdown to anyone who isnt invited. Thrid off Excommunicado can fend for himself; your army would be streched too thin to do any real damage to him or any of us. The mercinarys are in space, moonman is in space, Xeroh is in space. You have no fleet... dude no way. You cant say we die if we havent fought back either! Also if I knew I was in danger I would simply teleport to the other side of the galaxy.

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Mooman sees a flash outside his window, as if lightning struck his ship, yet it seemed to linger but a second longer... as he ponders this, a voice echoes in his head:

Let this be known. I do not come to destroy, but to preserve. I come not to make war, but to end it. Your act of aggression has been punished, but your soul still merits redemption, as does any other of the lost... Alliance is futile in such a time of war, where friendships are torn but not broken. The Righteous fear the light, the unholy are consumed by it. Mark these words, for they come not from me. Vice and Malice will gain you nothing but a swift and violent end. I bid you continue as brothers in arms for whatever cause you deem worthy, only do not attempt to cross the line of justice that forever is engraved in the universe. I will be watching...

The flash of light reappears, but this time on your damaged ship's hull. When it gently begins to fade, you notice your ship is completely unscathed in that area, and your supplies are restored.

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"acts of aggression? i was merely retaliating to an attack on my forces." Mooman shouts. several of his bridge crew are staring akwardly at him.
"are you ok, sir?"
"you didn't hear that?"
"hear what?"
the panel infront of him blinks back to life. its the chief engineer.
"sir? something just somehow fixed the hole in the Storm."
"i know... but what?"
"theres more. we've got our lost supplies back."
"thats something i didn't know... get ready to move out. god help us get home..."

Mooman recalls the pair of scout squads that are out on recon, and begins to move out of the nebula, weapons still at the ready. he makes it out of the nebula without a hitch, and begins to dial in some warp coordinates. he presses a large red button, and a huge worm hole opens in front of the Solent Storm. the Storm slowly flies into the wormhole.

near a space station: the wormhole carrying the Storm opens near Mooman's main space station. it is almost 10x the size of the Storm, and yet so remarkably well hidden, that only Mooman's forces and his closest allies can find it. Mooman docks the Storm for refueling and resupplying.



well, thats it for me tonight. i'm tired and its about 11:00 where live. its been fun, be back in the morn. Night all!

  • 07.03.2004 9:53 PM PDT

It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.

Pink_Menace returns to his study to research a new sheilding technique he has been pondering for some time now. As he walks into his study he reaches his hand out, open plam and a book from the shelf flies into it. He sits down in his Comfy Red Velvet chair and proceeds to study this Super-Advanced sheilding for the Pinnacle of Auir. After several hours it dawn on him; he does not need technology. By manipulating these sheilding methods of taking in the energy being input within the sheilds radius and using the wepons own energy to repell it, he converts this reletivally easily into a simple spell to be cast. However, this would require constant concentration, something no Magi, no matter how strong, could give. Pink_Menace then summons a spirit dedicated to this job for eternity.

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Excommunicado halts his steed and surveys the tall, Roman-era gates of Caesaria. He saunters up to the gate. The sentry, with a quizzical and untrusting look, asks Excommunicado why he should permit him to enter the capitol city.

Excommunicado mutters something under his breath, and with a creaking, the gates doors endeavor outward, revealing the busy streets of Caesaria.

"Oh- Forgive me, Consul, I didn't know it was you."

Excommunicado quickly stables his mount and heads towards the library. He searches for the aid of the wise Bookkeeper.
He forges a clear path through the bustling streets, and ascends the majestically crafted marble stairs of the library.

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Jace and Renault relax in a lounge, staring out one transparent wall onto an extremely large hanger. Thier ship, the Gitro, rests uneasily in view from the window, explaining why they chose this lounge. The 'floor' of the hanger is a wide hole, and through it Auir looms, the daylight line slowly receding across its beautiful expanse.

"What a mess.." Renault sighs. "What a god d..." He's interrupted when a man rushes into the room and slaps the door close button. The shady character's eyes dart around the room, and he spots Jace and Renault.

He quickly steps in front of them and sits down, and begins talking fast.

"They are after me. They are after me and they will get me, because I have no where to go on this damn damn space station." He pulls a cube out of his pocket and Jace's eyes instantly brighten. "Look pal. I need 12,000 credits. I need it bad. And here in my hand I have a Military Class-C Smart A.I. And in my possession I also have a Fusikawa Slipstream drive for a Class-11 small dropship type ship."

Jace starts to talk but Renault cuts in, "After paying for the repairs to our pelican we don't have that kind of money." "We have 8000 credits, will you give us the drive?" Jace bargains.
"Just give it to me, heres the A.I. anyway. They can't catch me with it. The Drive is in Garage 41, Bay 182. Password [GD5-0] "

Renault transfers the credits to the man and he instantly leaves the lounge and runs off down the hall. Jace puts in a call to the hangers repair A.I. to install the parts from Bay 182 onto thier pelican. He pockets the memory cube and settles back into the lounge chair, willing his heart to stop racing.

  • 07.03.2004 11:14 PM PDT