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Quetra, a galaxy once ruled by peace now ravished by chaos for over 2 decades. Betrayal is common, death an everyday part of life, war a living. Factions bond together to become strong, just to turn on their fellows. Those that are powerful conquer, while the weak are destroyed. But this anarchy was not a result of chance. It began on the edges of the galaxy, slowly seeping in like a poison, taking the strength out of its people. Few know how it started, those that do fear greatly. It was something that had come from another world, with one desire, the desire to destroy all living things.

Far out on the very outskirts of Quetra there is a dark, mysterious object. The sight of the object was like the sight of death. Obviously not human, it is made of a black alloy. Jagged surfaces outline it's large hull, but it is not the the that makes such a menace.

The Shadow Lord looked out from his throne. Using his evil power of will, he guide his servants, and hastens the chaos that is to be the galaxy's destruction. For years now he has been sending in his creatures, causing chaos among these people. As he sat and mused, he thought of how easy it would be to crush this galaxy. They are but weak humans. In 20 short years they had broken all ties between them, if he waited long enough they might destroy themselves. But he was not waiting, the time to make his appearance is soon, all too soon for the humans.

Two shadows moved across the recent battlefield. Vibro-blades and fire arms were scattered every where. Soldiers in their battle charred and gun-riddled armor lay dead. The blasted and vented hulls of vehicles littering the landscape. The scene full of such horror it was hard to imagine something worse, but it was there, inspecting the battle. The two shadows in fact living creatures. They were serpentine creatures, humanoid in shape. They wore jagged black armor and carried impressive weapons. In their hands were black rifles, powerful enough to shoot through over 2 meters of titanium. On their backs were meter long jagged blades, sharper than any other. As they passed a sniper sprawled on the field, he groaned. One of the shadows turned around. When the man saw him he lifted up his pistol to shoot. In a second it was over. The dead mans body lay with a completely crushed skull, the alien creature wiping the remains off his hand. To other creatures they were known as Shadowlocks, to themselves they had no name, only a purpose, the purpose to destroy. Nobody was their match in that purpose.

The Shadow Walkers were mysterious men. Shunned in all galaxies by all creatures, they bore their responsibility. They alone had ever combated the enemy and won. They alone could save Quenta, but good can always be corrupted…

All of the remaining humans can trace their roots back to one of the three heritages.

The Hrekunians have always been the strongest. No one can match their strength. In peaceful time always industrious, now taking great pride in their adeptness in combat. They are not to be trifled with. Experts with heavy weapons, both firearms and vibro-blades, they can easily defeat lesser enemies.

The Elrynians are the wisest of the heritages. Always keen on knowledge, they used to be councilors and leaders. Now they have turned to more warlike ways. Neither highly strong, nor agile and light, they’re strength lies in their wisdom. No one can outwit them and their tactics have many times defeated stronger foes.

The Phelwaennians are the most agile and coordinated of the heritages. In times of past they were useful in finer skills. Now they are mighty warriors. Their strength lies in their accuracy and their quickness. They attack with surgical precision. Keen in martial arts and marksmanship, they can overcome more numerous foes.

Many have broken all ties to their past, yet many still remember their heritage and what it stood for, yet none can see that their history may be swept away for good.

Though Elryn, Phelwaenn, and Hrekun are the main planets there are many more. The pureist defend the planets before guarded by their heritage, many have moved on to new planets and started their own factions. These factions are now neither good or evil, but soon all will need to decide, fight, or submit, for evil is at their doorstep.







Here are the rules:
1) Alliances will be limited. You can only have four allies.

2) You cannot have a instant army. You must take the time to build your forces. Troop number will be limited to 20 billion soldiers (Less troops would be preferred.)

3) No one can instantly die. You have to give the other player an equal chance at winning. Take the fall if it's for the sake of the story. You can come back as a family member/friend/ new mysterious person and fight again if you want. But you will have to rebuild your army.

4) Be serious (This excludes Buckie.)


Good or evil, what will you choose?


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  • 08.21.2004 1:09 PM PDT
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If you are not quite sure how to play watch for a bit.

Special rule: If you want to be a Shadow Walker you are limited to getting between 1 million to 10 million troops, preferably less.

Also this is officially replacing Godsends.

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  • 08.21.2004 1:11 PM PDT
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wtf?
k, sorry


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Fossion's Class Wraith A Ship sped towards Trenkon. Within his shadowed cloaks he wondered. When we had been outcast the wars had been going on for 15 years. He had heard reports that they had worsened, though. He hid his fear inside him. For now he must make it to Phelwaenn. As he got nearer his fear increased, no longer did he get any greeting of any type. His fear only got worse. He loosened the two foot and a half long blades in their sheaths. He checked the ammo in his sub machine gun. Once he landed he quickly got off the ship and melted into the shadows. There was no signs of life anywhere. He hastened towards the command center. It was just as feared. Large gaping holes in the wall, butchered men and women, total carnage. He quickly ran to his ship and none to early. Shadowlocks appeared. Pulling put his two blades he dodged the incoming fire. As the first pulled out its blade he was cut down by Fossion. The ran in between the next two, stabbing them as he did so.then her threw the blades at the two on the left and right of the leader and at the same time hurled himself upon him. In a brief second he got him down and ran, not checking to see if any where dead. These were the Elite of the Shadowlocks, only a Shadow Walker could have done this. He soon was flying towards Phenwaenn.

  • 08.21.2004 1:33 PM PDT
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Oh and every body statr with 600 troops. You must be a upcoming faction and not already very powerful. The only really powerful factions are the three Heritage planets. You must begin by raising ppl up, then you can take over a plannet. You start with dropships also. Everything must be explained. The Shadow Lord is not directly involved right now. He is just on the outskirts of the galaxy.

  • 08.21.2004 1:46 PM PDT
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Fossie seems to be fighting the war by herself.

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Fossie seems to be a boy. Plus it just started.

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i have a small group of 7 predators. i don't have a big army. me and my predators heard rumours of this new threat and wanted to take it as a trophy

  • 08.21.2004 1:52 PM PDT
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i'll join this laser war but i'm not quitting the other one

  • 08.21.2004 1:53 PM PDT
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Ok.

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As Fossion nears his homplanet he is met with a full sercurity force rather than the friendly greeting. The city itself is a war plant. All the beutiful buildings turned now used to produce weapons. Sings of battle are everywhere. Fossion must raise a group to prepare for theis new threat.

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the predators cloak there ship and get into the galaxy undetected.

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Fossion decided to contact his old parther and regroup with his band before heading back to the outer galaxy.

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  • 08.21.2004 2:49 PM PDT
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Hmm... i may join this one as well already posting on godsends. just got to think of a new character...

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Havok, a mysterious human king of the planet Mylar VII, enters the atmosphere of his planet. A small rock in the middle of space, it only had 1200 citizens, along with 350 Royal Agents of Operations. As always, Havok was cloaked and hooded. He pilots his YT 1300 light freighter into the palace hangar, where 20 of his guards met him to take him back to his quarters. His daughter, Ophelia, met him there. She was a slight girl of 17, and easily frightened. Ophelia expressed her anxiety about the news of these 'Shadowlocks' roaming the galaxy. "Oh, my dear, you won't have to worry about that!," rumbled Havok. He retired to his chamber that night and awoke to the sound of a scream....

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  • 08.21.2004 2:53 PM PDT

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A new warrior arises from years of deep sleep. He was left for dead on an uncharted planet. With only his squad of augmented Elite-like warriors, and a few weapons, he must find a way off this god forsaken planet and seek revenge.

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As Fossion walke into the bar ppl hastedly moved aside for him. Only one person looked up, they walked out togehter. You have come he said in slight surprise. Yes replied Fossion, we must move, we r going to ther others. Soon they were in space towards their destination, the remote plantet Dahinvon.

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Havok bolted out of his four poster bed, and rushed toward the sound. His guards were already there. Cradled in the Guard Captain's arms was.....Ophelia! He ran up to the Captain, and found that his daughter's neck had been sliced open. "Who did this? WHO?!" Havok bellowed into the night. The Captain replied softly, "An assassin, sir, one of an unknown origin'. He almost escaped, but the defensive autoturrets around the castle grounds stopped him." An Assassin? Why?, Havok though to himself, then amended, It makes no difference why, but he is officially an enemy. "Prepare the Droid Dacilities! Activate the Starship Docks! Arm the Barracks! Create battle droids! Make Carriers, Light Cruisers, Destroyers, anything! Train the able men, turn them into real soldiers!" Havok ordered his Guards.

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  • 08.21.2004 3:00 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!

With respect, the other one isn't over.

This is not an official LW, if you want to make a new one play Godsends and wait till its over.

  • 08.21.2004 3:01 PM PDT

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I gave Fossie the go ahead to make a new one. I thought the other one was dead. They can both be going on at the same time.

  • 08.21.2004 3:03 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!

Hmm...alternate universes? I like it...many storyline possibilities...new charecters...I'm in.

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Havok returned from his slump, remembering a name from his father's stories, stories of Havok's famous Hrekunian anscestors.

"Captain."

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"My father spoke of a man called Fossion. Find him. Offer him an alliance. God knows we could use it."

"At once, sir!"

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thought of a new character. ignore my other posts....

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