On the Planet "Mietia 7" The conscripted solder's carted the body's to identifacation facility's outside the buning city's.The Hivezians found the planet compleetly cleaned out of Human Life and its city's were burning.The Hivezians had been in negotiations with the planet for day's and a agryment was made between the two just recently and the clone's had came to occupy the area and make sure the transfer of power went smoothly but when they arrived they found a deserted planet with destroyed city's and body's everywhere.The autopsy's reported that the men women and children that were realatively intact had there brains removed along with there spinal chorde.Other Humans were electrocuted burned or what looked like severe Blunt force trauma.There were many signs that this attack was the work of the Furons a Dieing race of humanoid ailens(thingk the Grey's) who have over the eons have lost the abilety to reproduce throgh biological means(aka nothing down there) they reproduce throgh cloneing however repeated cloneing weakens the species and to keep them strong they need Human DNA wich is the closest to the Furons than many other creature's in the galaxy...

I reach for the light, and as my hand touches the glass, I am aware of the numbness that lingers in my left side, ever since... “How long has it been, Carth, since Tanis, the first incursion?” The screen blinks off 147 years to me, before granting me access to my objective. The arm may not be able to feel like it used to, but it sure opted as a prime subject for Carth’s new developments in neural interfaces, making those tedious forms so much easier to fill out... and security that much more out of sight, out of mind. I always hated restrictions, limits, bugs in programming or protocol that would get in the way of a mission. Sometimes I wonder how they kept occurring, even after the cybernetic advancements in recent centuries. The day I shipped out for that mission back on Tanis, I never would have thought that I’d see centuries fly by with no more consciousness than a daydreaming child... I was one of them once, wasn’t I? So long ago, it was another life. Another day... another day of work. I look back to the weapons and armor, now unlocked from its case with my clearance at the terminal. Donning it would take no more than a minute... I want to savor my last few moments outside of that case, that waking coffin, that slow enbalming that shrinks the life out of me during every second of combat, until I return less than I was, with more and more of myself to the armor, to the weapons, to the duty, the country, the ideal. To Carth. Doom. I take the plunge, and place it on my back, my legs, my arms and torso as it encases me in brutal protection, living, breathing suicide of feeling and emotion and life itself. That is the ideal, both to myself and my enemy. To become what I must be to serve what I must obey. Death itself. I must become it to create it, to emanate it and bring it to bear upon those who would oppose. Carth. Now the orders. Text has such a singularly masking property of the truth it belies. Eliminate this regiment, located in this system, planet, and garrison. No mercy, quarter or retaliation is acceptable. Truth is the bodies of that regiment lying incapacitated, torn apart, rent and battered in an incinerated husk of slag. Truth is not the purport of orders, though... 5 seconds to transport. Prepare to engage.

Ares, Prometheus and Hades screamed in agony accomponied by the howls of Cerberus as their bodies were liquidized. Suddenly, the pain ended, their bodies reformed, they observed their surroundings, they were in an alley, Hades spoke first, "Well this certainly isnt what I expected" Ares nodded his agreement, "well, then I guess there's no reason to start pointing fingers seeing as how we're not dead" he looked everywhere, sheepishly, but his younger brothers eyes. Hades eye sockets went blood red in rage, "NO NEED TO POINT FINGERS!? IT WAS YOU WHO WANTED TO BLOW UP A SUN WITH FORTY NUCLEAR BOMBS IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!!! IT WAS YOU WHO THOUGHT A SHIP WITH A HULL THAT RESEMBLED SWISS CHEESE COULD WITHSTAND A SUPERNOVA! AND THEN OUTRUN THE BLACK HOLE THAT FOLLOWED!!!! AND YOU THINK THERE'S NO REASON TO POINT FINGERS?!" Ares shrank back, which is interesting to see considering his twenty foot hieght, "Well, yeah, oh hey look! people to kill, why dont you vent your anger on them?" Ares said trying to change the subject. Hades looked at the three children, and small dog, standing before them, horror filling their eyes. One was rather short with crystal blue eyes and dirty blond hair, the other looked like his younger brother, except that his hair was brown, with green eyes. the third was a sickly looking child, his face pale, and his hair falling out in places. They all stared transfixed at the four monsters in front of them. Ares, twenty feet tall, with two giant wings folded on his back, a row of spikes going down his spine, two great horns, like a bulls, protruded from his temples, his hair a toxic green and his eyes blood red, he wore a trenchcoat made from the very shadows around him, and it moved eerily in an unseen wind. Hades, a living embodiment of shadows itself, his body all but destroyed, he only has his torso, arms, and head which was covered by the shadows he formed into a cloack covered the more disfigured parts of his face. Prometheus, who was covered in ancient armour, and a constant swarm of flies, his three heads covered by the diseased skins of former generals, he was nothing more than a hive of insects, billions froming into a single entity of pestulance and disease. And finally, at the terrifying Cerberus, he was like that of the keeper of Hades (greek mythology) his three heads drooling at the sight of fresh meat, his skin falling off in parts, and the raw muscle showing underneath. Hades glared at the three, "Well, I suppose they will do for now" He raised his fist, wrapping shadow around it to form a giant hammer, the children screamed in stalk terror, but only for the few seconds before the hammer turned them into a red paste on the ground. "you know what" Ares said, "those kids looked firmiliar for some reason" the three monsters walked off into this new world, bringing destruction where ever they went. Vlad checked his mirror, "Damn it! they jumped universes again" *thoughts from me: is it just me, or is it we switch universes everytime I finally get a large army? or am starting to build one? oh well, maybe I'm just more paranoid than usuall.*

Doom. The reverberation sent waves cascading down my back, and eased my troubled mind back to... here. Where am I? Silence fills an empty grave as I feel for the light, reaching with my unwilling arm for the surface. I find it, seemingly shrinking from my touch, or was I shrinking from it? It is so cold... With mounting strength and the voice of thought returning to me, I force my arm to contract, raise me from my tomb of ages... I break through. Suddenly all is light; painful, glorious brilliance frozen on the row upon row upon row of frames flashing by my eyes, each taking its own picture, its own pain, its own eulogy of existence before sinking back into the shadow of memory... but now my eyes bring themselves to bear on the world at hand. It dims from a realm of angels to a city of ghosts, barely tangible beyond my immediate form, effacing into darkness and silence. Strength slowly returns to me, and warmth, until at last I find myself on my feet. My realm is no longer indistinct, but foggy, withering into clarity with the ghosts of a previous waking. Now change becomes deliberate, repetitive, and I find myself looking at a light, shifting in color, turning on and off. Must be orders... A deep breath, then I step into that all-too-familiar room, and the light unmasked reveals the words, blithely shifting hues as the armor and weapons adjacent the luminescent terminal reflect the oscillating spectrum of light radiating throughout the room. I don't even have to look at the screen to know what it says, yet it draws my gaze, like it always does... Carth doesn't get any more creative in a hundred years of working without me, apparently. I sigh and get to work orienting myself, stretching as the inner creak of a thousand meshed circuts and nanites, bones and muscles begin to slowly come to life. I glance once over at the armaments, and notice some mild improvements... couldn't hurt to field test them. I allow myself a grin as I look at last to the terminal, seeing a slightly familiar phrase embedded in neon green on black, an archaic reminder of technology that never seems to change: “Time to play.”

Commander Locks i thingk you are thingking of Da idiot because all his charechter's can suck souls(or convert people i forgot wich) Celestine is the first charechter Ghostkilla has had that can suck souls.

((I'll start with a bio as well but then I need to sort it out)) ~Nim~Male Nim is a Nemniordian that has three eyes, and a tale. He has a tail but is not old enought for his third eye, that is on his forehead, to open. Has dark blue hair with lighter blue hightlights. Wears a dark scarlet tunic with silky pants that are also dark scarlet. Homeworld is located three lightspeeds away from Sodom. ((which is like umm. 30000 miles from Sodom)) pale purple eyes. ~Remidi~Female Remidi is a Ghoul. Homeplanet is Gomald that is a planet not far from Sodom. Oftens wears a gown that is Beige, and boots. When not wearing a Gown wears a tunic, beige, and jeans that are beige. Has orange eyes, showing of a Ghoul. And a Cresent sword on back that can kill a Werewolf after a few hits. ((Oh yeah two more things. Has anyone noticed taht Ghostkilla's characters always suck away the souls. Not saying anything bad just cool. And That is a lot of Star Wars right there.))

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] HaloFREAK99635 Sorry to interrupt your story moment, but I've seen many laser war threads like this in groups. Not that I think it's bad. I just think.... (If I give you my opinion, then I'd be killed).[/quote] Well we brought the laser war to a privat forum during the new user's wave caused by Halo2 the release plus there are some copycats.This is the real laser war thogh but haveing carbon copy's of laser war in privat forums is ok by us. Also guy's im sory i havent been on much my sleep scedule is out of whack again il try to post as much as i can.

Xeroh's ship, The Siren, was almost fully composed of Cells, its struts, wires and basic frame was somewhat reminesant of bones, its underbelly was covered in a ribcage structure along the length of the ribs were hundreds of docking bays and stationary and detachable turrets. Unlike normal electrified plasma to power the ship, it used blood, sometimes Xeroh herself would feed her own blood through the ship, an endless supply of energy. But she also fed The Siren with the blood of the people she killed throughout her lifetime. The Siren, was like an old freind, a freind who shared the same love for death, it wouldnet die, Like Xeroh, it would regenerate over a short period of time, and also like Xeroh, it could collapse atoms to transport easly. Her ship made its way towards the nearest system, The Siren, and nine captured civillian transport shps filled with her children were almost at the destination. "ETA, 5 days," One of her clones stated, "If we can merge the transports engines into one capsule, we can our ETA by half." "Do it," Xeroh said, "I'll go ahead with The Siren, we can meet up here," Xeroh pointed out a small system near the edge of the Galaxy. The star had three planets, two moons, it was hard to make out the details from this distance, with a newly formed map. "I'll be sure not to do all of the work." The clone grinned and ordered the transports to drop out of slip space. Xeroh looked back at the view screen, something fermiliar struck her. "Ive been here before."

*Jams Wrenching Tool down Menace's Throat* There, I'm done.

*Pulls out magical staff and smites HaloFREAK* Hehehe. He smells like cooked hotdogs.

Sorry to interrupt your story moment, but I've seen many laser war threads like this in groups. Not that I think it's bad. I just think.... (If I give you my opinion, then I'd be killed).

Blast it, should've included a link.

You did. I just never saw the thread.

I thought I PMed you, Pink. Still, good that you're here.

Oh-Em-Eff-Gee!!!! I can't believe you started without me :(

Wal-Mart-Disney-McDonalds-XVIII was a suburbanized pseudo-paradise. It consisted of a handful of fortified geodesic globes anchored in the ground, connected by high-speed trains in underground vacuum tunnels capable of transporting AAA-class cruiser supersections. These tunnels form symbolic geometries used by the occult. There are fiber-optic linkages, and interestingly, a grid of electromagnetic-transmission tunnels with terawatt repeaters and phase-conjugate geomirrors, possibly used to channel body-field energy to a centralized distrobution-portal-manifestation complex. The Light decided to travel by foot to this place with nothing but his equipment, a Clarke-tartan kilt, and a black tee that said: "No, I don't want a strategy guide!" [Edited on 7/9/2005]

To prove he is slightly respectable, has a boat-load of motivation, and is not just a Noob ready to abuse the equivalent of a Covenant Plasma Sword a hairs-width from the jugular vein of the universe, The Light decides to forge a new paramilitary combat style—The basics. No fancy "Reality Engineering," but simultaneous tactical infiltration of Wal-Mart-Disney-McDonalds High Management and invisible guerilla war. He has these concealed assets at his disposal: [b]•Che Guevara Model 1983½ Tactical Hevy Auto:[/b] An ancient yet effective, featherweight, recoilless, progressively-linked drum-fed projectile weapon. Fires 120×144-millimeter linkless ammunition with semi-anti-material/extremely-high-solid-explosive penetrator and hollow-fragmentary extremely-high-gas-explosive (Rapid-oxidization silicon-hydrogen complex.) gyroscope-stabilized magnetically-levitated body at Mach 35 velocity with tubular two-phase permanent-superconducting-magnet transistorized-commutation linear transverse-wave-electromagnetic motor powered by the PX motionless electromagnetic ("Zero-point free-energy.") generators. As comfortable picking off NSA G-men as it is heavy thermonuclear-armed gunships. [b]•Honda Engineering XYXE lawn/garden-care "laborotory":[/b] It's four extreme-performance non-linear electric motors are designed with technology identical to the accelerator in the CG83½. It is a modular self-contained/reconfiguring lawn-mower/edger/weed-whacker/chipper/shredder/saw/bush-whacker/auto-co mposter/brush-clearer held like a weapon. Powered by the PX motionless electromagnetic ("Zero-point free-energy.") generators. But what if it mowed, edged, whacked, chipped, shredded, sawed, composted, or cleared a dude? Makes you think. [b]•The Orb of White Light:[/b] Given to The Light by his Freemason mother, (She lives on Earth, as the Soverign Inspector of the Order of the Eastern Star.) it is a paranormal artifact: As has been said before, it is a function of accidental organized "thinking" chaos within the four-space longitudial-wave electromagnetic flux. The Light does not use it because he is one with it, powering his combat logistics. It is the basis of his quantum-control capabilities. [b]•Honda Engineering PX industrial exoskeleton:[/b] An outgrowth of their extensive robotics research. Only one prototype exists: Built within the company to accelerate custom-vehicle builds, it was placed in the company museum after demand for performance aerospaceplanes lagged to the brink of non-existence. Sold for ¥18,000,000,000,000 at auction in 99.9999%-pure gold ingots stolen by force from a Neo--blam!- space convoy by The Light himself at age seven in Earth-years. Computerized 1-1800× binocular 70-millimeter low-light full-transverse-wave-electromagnetic-spectrum optics. Interfaces directly with The Light's mind via OS. [b]•Bagpipe:[/b] Everyone hates the Bagpipe. He uses it to stun people with its noise. [Edited on 7/10/2005]

The people of the nineteen-planet Wal-Mart-Disney-McDonalds systems, (Located in the Inner Pisces Arm of the Gamma-Andromeda galaxy.) a brainwashed mixed-race hive-mind of abused and uncompensated slaves scheduled for prompt mass-extermination after their labor value has withered away, including tamed demons, live to provide cheap goods to the universe—Sometimes teleported via demonic portals through the alternate Hell Reality, created by the Walmart-Disney-McDonalds Secret Society, (The source of all demons.) manifested by twisted demi-organic intelligences during symbolic dark-magic sex/blood rituals—At ludicrous prices. The Light plunged the High Management planet, eighth in the system, into 14 Earth-hours of slow death as their complete planetary infrastructure caved-in upon itself before they were battered and bruised by extremely-high-[i]g[/i] gravity anomalies and then vaporized by the very celestial body that empowered them. The now reversed event was a warning: If High Management does not abandon its beyond-Alister-Crowley-evil scheme and exile itself to the remote Zeta-Exodus/RNGC-11299444352411376184 system in retrograde orbit around the distant (6.624×10³³ parsecs.) Chevette-Pinto irregular star cluster, The Light must systematically slaughter them with his own hands and those of the risen people. [Edited on 7/8/2005]

The Light perfectly memorizes the properties of the tragic events of the planet Wal-Mart-Disney-McDonalds-XVIII, simultaneously broadcasting the abstract data via "disembodied" four-space psychotronic computer construct, ("OS.") then time-velocity-reverses the doomed planet, effectively bringing its inhabitants back from the dead. Now that he has flexed his paramilitary-metaphysical "Reality Engineering" muscle, he flies to the other side of the three-space universe in the wink of an eye, a feat achievable only by brute force electrogravity drives complemented by primitive dipolar four-space-to-three-space time-energy space-time-velocity-control systems which would take 2,000 Earth-years. [Edited on 7/8/2005]

Before Vex could throw his dart though, he felt a deep stab of pain and sadness. So did George who imeddiatly fell out of his trance, leting seere escape. "Wh-What was that?" George asked, as the pain intensified. Vex, who didnt feel nearly as much pain, said" Something terrible has happened. Trillions died, in....a clash of flame. The air itself ignited and went...this happened somewhere..." "What do we do..." George asked, in less pain now. "Nothing, yet...we must finish our battle here...Sitri is no longer important...there are others out there, much more powerful ones. Im sure of that, after that vision we shared." Vex replied. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demons went around Vex in large bands, unaware that he was standing next to them, cloaked. George, who was mentaly ill after the vision, for some odd resaon, was laying in their Gommorah Apartment, couldnt join him. With a flash of light, Vex summoned a might fissure that engulfed the large horde of demons, incinerating them all.

Another universe, they say, every side has its oposite, every planet or being and entity. Xeroh is no exeption. [i]After killing her inmortal husband by throwing him into a black hole, destroying the last chance for the survival of the universe, Xeroh and her army of immortal clones made their way to the nearest stsyem, Then the betrayal of the Huran Empire and the fall of the great Blue Galaxy caused complete chaos in trades and planet mining corperations. The only chance to ease their losses was to join with Xeroh. More than Nine Billion planets and Twelve Hundred armies joined her legion.[/i] [i]"I thank you for joining me in my quest to set the galaxy free from all Depression and Pain." She stood among her followers, the countless capacity and numbers pleased her. "To ease you of all your pain, it is a great burden that me, and my children hold." The crowd growed more confuzed. "Now, to give you the ultimate gift, to set you free from your pain."[/i] [i]It started as a flash of light, but soon the heat settled in, the explosions across the collected planets litterally sucked the atmosphere towards the detonation and released them into the vastness of space, every single being, every single follower was now either burning for suffocating. "You should be thankfull really, Death is a gift, that me and my children will pass on to many othor Galaxies, they will join you in your slumber." The screams from the crowds, amplified by the planets hovering so close to each othor gave Xeroh a chill up the spine, she waited until they all stoped, every single one, and exhaled. Someday, she would scream, and be set free, until then, she had to set othors free from the pain of the universe.[/i] [i]Uneffected by the fire and death itself, her and her "Children" made their way to the rows upon rows of transports and set a course for the nearest Galaxy. The ships sheild held until they came out of the newly formed burning planet, Xeroh had ordered her Children to make a Monument, to remember the hardships they had faced until she set them free. A large cylindrical tablet was now in orbit around the Planet. She gave the new planet a name, she called it Dradon, after her husband.[/i] [i]They set out, knowing there would be much work to do.[/i]

Helix read over the reports from other campagn's.He marvled that the other campaghns have been swift and decisive.He looked as the 2 destroyer's fired another Volly into Sodom...

George was now in his trance and was ready to attack. So was Vex. Vex cloaked himself, and let George put a binding spell on Seere, making her stiff as a board. Hopefully she wouldnt break out as Vex tossed an arrow filled with anesthetics...

... Ah, here we are. I'll jump in soon. This takes me back.

Seere sat down, laying Abraxas down beside her... She looked around, she could sence someone was watching her... (I am not reading the whole battle scheme so this is what all my demons have done) The demons headed deep into the catacombs, they all meet in a huge chamber deep underground. Black water swirrled around the outside of the chamber. Sitri walked towards a door, she smiled... "It is time my brethern, to let out our long-forgotten lord..."

Vex and George wait slowly for Seere to respond...