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[b]Chapter 11.1.2 Beta Plot [/b] Vox Log [quote]The Dimensional Transmogrifier was a success, partially. The trans dimensional rift open for a short time however I was unable to support the rift before an eventual collapse of the rift event. This however has proved most insightful into the effects of warp irradiation has on the mutation rate of tyranid genetics on the submolecular level. But i digress. Even with the success of the dimensional Transmogrifier I have failed in the creation of a stable power core. I belive this is from the strain of opening the initial rift. A simple series of Flux capacitors powering a electron accelerator would be sufficient but I do not posses any capacitors and the accelerator is damaged[/quote] The Fabricator sits deep withing the catacombs in the expanse of his labratory. Several Enginseers loyal to him scuttled around trying to repair various machines and cognators. Each one was more skilled than the average Mechanicus faithful. Partially due to the parting of the ways followed by the machine cult that hampered innovation. And Mostly because of the introduction of the tyranid genetics that subconsciously linked them to the fabricator. Such acts were, heretical, in nature. But the sheer advancements of his followers outweighed the dangers. Was not the Omnisiah the Machine God? Did they not vow to follow the pursuit of knowledge when they other themselves to his service? There was no reason then in his mind that they would dare defy anything that would not hinder the process. Instead he would embrace it as a boon as would anyone else. Wether they wanted it or not [spoiler]open, tech priests are across the surface and the fabricators lab is far in the catacombs and heavily defended.[/spoiler][spoiler]if you want yoy can make a tech priest to help in the lab or to expand on the experiments to speed the plot.[/spoiler]

[b]Terra[/b] [i]Ammourette walked through the streets, gravel crunching underneath her feet softly. She had attentive eyes that watched everyone's little movements made as they passed each other, eyes like a hawk she was scouring for possible threats. She was new here and didn't trust anyone, safer that way she was a warrior after all, a samurai some might say from her attire and two katanas, one Short one long. Ammourette preferred the simple term swordsman, everyone knew what that was. Yet she stuck out like a sore thumb in this gigantic city with towering marines in suits of metal. Truth was she was wandering, trying to make money and a name for herself, it was her dream to be the best swordman there ever was. It was a crazy dream yet still she trained and learned the way of the sword. Set out first chance she could, but this...this wasn't what she expected, the city looked like it was in the middle of constant war.[/i] Just another obstacle to over come. [i]She smiled to herself and kept on walking, swords at her side.[/i] [spoiler]Open :D Been awhile since I've RP"d lemme know if I misspelled anything or got any information wrong so I can fix it asap[/spoiler]

Sam stood in the park, it was beautiful day, the sun was out, a perfect 79 degrees. She smiles, in her jogging outfit, some short exercise short, and her favorite blue tank top. She begins jogging, passing various different people of shapes and sizes, races, and species. She would smile at those who would meet her eyes. She was happy, for the first time in a while, and she couldn't explain why.

Cold breath fell with a splattering of blood. Cloth hardly recognizable as clothing, more like another set of skin peeled from her body. A painful steeling shock at each pull. This new armor was moving against her. The life still clinging to it sought even her own end along with the enemies. All of this for a burnt out and ashen hope that she sadly clung to. A manipulation of her own making that both poisoned and cured her mind from a disease of uncertainty. A shaken breath brought her closer to success. Moving her platinum locks to her left shoulder she removed the last piece of clothing seared to her skin. It was agonizing to say the least. Weakened body that she was there was only forward movement to be had. No rest. The bathing room was European style. It was a larger room with a rainfall effect and 4 showered heads on the hexagonal walls. A sloped hallway led in. This was a quiet place with its river rock floors and slate walls. Opaque skylights let in natural light, but there were several lights in the walls as darkness fell. That evening the young woman with the platinum hair eased her pained body into the shower. Her mind froze even in the warm water that caressed her skin. She'd never be mad like that. Shivering she processed what had happened again. Time had lost it. That woman had essentially helped and sabotaged everything. This entire war, the process to help for naught. They would likely receive the order to fall back in the light of the tragedies to come. Time had gone against her own laws and spoke of the future. The result of her actions had been devastating. It was obvious. They would retreat into the shadows, yet again, and allow whatever evil was coming to have its way in that Galaxy. It was about survival in the end. She was certain of it. Lady Heather never put anyone else's lives in front of her kinds. Suddenly a cold grip squeezed the young woman's heart. She gasped as a name flashed through mind, Jay. Could she actually leave him? In the light of what was to come? No. The memory of a loved one was enough. There had to be others willing to fight. Willing to give them a future. Once finished with her shower she prepared to meet with her kind. A sense of hope possibly in her demeanor. Hadra placed a thin fragile hand over her heart. She took a moment to hope Jay remembered her. She hoped that he was still waiting and wasn't too disappointed. [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]

[i][b]Time to make a comeback...[/b][/i] Locked right in her sights, that's what he was. She noticed the way he leaned on his uninjured leg, how he had his back slightly arched and the difficulty he had to breathe. That was her man. He may have looked like Ryker... But she definitely knew the difference. She took a shot. She missed. Or did she? She didn't. She never misses. The bullet flew right in between Ryan's legs, tearing out bits of his pants where it travelled, hitting the wall behind him. He knew where she was now. His next target. [i]"Come at me, Motherfuсker... I'm back in town."[/i] [spoiler]Cyberattaq[/spoiler]

[b]Dropship headed for Terra[/b] *Jay leaned against the wall of the dropship watching the city as the ship descended from the [i]Draconis[/i]. He'd been secluded lately as to what he was doing remains a mystery. After the ship descended to a low enough height Jay jumped landing with a thud and slightly cracking the earth beneath him. His power was overflowing, seeping unconsciously from him. Jaeger waved to him from the ship as he returned to the [i]Draconis[/i], their hunt complete for the day. As Jay walked people made way their eyes wide with fear, they would never forget the plauge of the Daemon Prince, but then again Jay now permanently had a Demon residing within him so. . .neither could he* [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

I'm looking to make a comeback here, any updates/pointers?

[spoiler]So quick question... Plot update pls?[/spoiler] [spoiler]Golden City rebuilt? Who we killin nao? Who tryna killin me nao? Who iz ma friend[/spoiler][spoiler]I'm looking to return quite gloriously. Kinda[/spoiler]

[spoiler]*sigh* So many new people I miss the old people... So much changes whenever I hiatus[/spoiler]

Jez steps off the transport near the Golden City. He walks out and looks toward the buildings. "So this where I'll be makin' me new home. Pretty, I'll give 'er that. Maybe I can start some work 'ere too if I'm lucky." He starts walking, keeping his head tucked a bit into his jacket as he stands out a bit in the crowd, seeing that he is the only one with scales.

[b][u]Chapter 11.1 Beta[/u][/b] Vox Log [quote]Many of the facilities are in working order. But the test runs are insignificant compared to actually getting the complex up and running. Alas I do not have the resources needed to generate enough power. This damned tech is archaic, and though it suits the means, finding the appropriate power supplies will be problematic.[/quote] ------------------------------------- Numerous of the lower Mechanicus priesthood have been detected by the occupation forces in the golden city. No one has been informed of any operations in the city besides the normal engineer forces and yet there are Electro-Priests, Enginseers, and Rune-Priests scouring the city. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]The Golden city[/b] Troubled as it was the golden city still hung on to life. In spite of all the death and destruction people wanted to continue living their normal lives as best they could. The man observed the goings on, shrouded in secrecy and a disguise. There would have been those who would have sworn he looked familiar but the truth was he'd never met any of them in his life. Every week he made his report, every week he gathered intelligence, every week he waited patiently, as his brothers were waiting. Soon they would act, it was only a matter of time. So he sat in a bar now, observing the world around him, learning how people actually interacted instead of the hyper-military setting he grew up in. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

Celeste had settled into this new world. She kept her mind busy as her body began to refuse her certain parts of her daily routine. Running, sparing, extreme exercise in general. She was also finding a new reliance in herself. It was harder to keep up with Matthius and Tiberius who were insistent on exploring the new world around them. A quest for some Hourglass in particular was fascinating for them. They had asked Celeste if she knew anything, but only the language was familiar to Celeste. She could hint to certain things, but never be entirely sure. This only increased the young men's curiosity and her stress. Today, she sought a sort of leeway in her fragile position. Despite her pregnancy she would leave the safety of Rykers mansion and head off to the Terra's government offices. Celeste was an astute learner and knew she could take back her sisters position. At least it would keep her busy. Her appointment with Ocorvus was prompt. There was a gathering of eyes to catch a glimpse of the "sister" of Nikki. The fact that Celeste looked nothing like her darker sister only spurred more curiosity from the city. She was liked a hushed celebrity since not many knew of her appearance and still so many others wanted that information on the low. In the office the lights were dimmer and all of the Windows had their curtains drawn. Ocurvus stood and directed the lady to a seat. He was a impressed. It couldn't be helped. She held herself with a presence that could make any noble bow. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful. And she was his enemy. Jealousy seethed within Ocurvus, yet he remained entirely composed. They discussed several documents and he explained that there were some she would never have access to. More discussion on the position he held and state of the government, etc. and soon she was content and ready to go. Celeste was pleasant and sweet in her goodbye as she left. As the doors closed Ocurvus frowned. "I want to know everything she does. Whatever she is seeking, whatever she is learning." A shadow moved... "Yes master." Came a metallic reply. [b]Free to Knock for Ocurvus or follow Celeste[/b]

[b]terra, golden city[/b] An armored man walked in the streets of the city. Long since had his equipment been outdated, but he still wore it like it belonged to him. Ironically he walked in the shadow of a much greater man, despite being born from them. He approached a populated crowd, perfect amount of innocents, guards, enough to cause a massacre. He strode over to a guard, silent like the hunter to seizing its prey. The guard turned to face him, it would seem the man recognized the metal-clad man. "Akron right? I remember you from the-" His life was cut short as two sabers of bone protruded from his back. The helmet of Stormbringer closed in to whisper something "If you knew the other half of him." He kicked off the body and turned to face the swarm of people. "It would seem that the hero you remember died. I think it's time you join him." The people scattered like paper as the murderer took out his vendetta on them. No person was left alone had he hunted everything. More guards came to try and contain him but only met fates more grisly than their comrades. Soon the area consisted of dying and dead bodies. The man raised his arm and turned to look around. "Any more?"[spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i]Preparation v2[/i][/b] Ryan stood, looking out the window of his base of operations, a hidden location in a range of mountains east of the Golden City. Everything was ready, there was just one thing he had to do. He walks to a door, unlabeled. He opens it, it's dimly lit. Entering there is a single bright light hovering over a pedestal. He walks to the pedestal and kneels, speaking to the object on it. "Yes... Yes I understand. Please give me the power to defeat him.... Thank you." He stands his eyes trained on the deformed, mangled and blacked shell, of Harbingers head. "I will finish what you started master." And with that he turned and walked out of the room.

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My next two post will be very heavily Star Wars like... See if you can tell the scene ;)

[b][i]Preparation[/i][/b] Ryker knew what he had to do. He knew. He had to kill his brother. He stared at his ACSC in its cabinet, the fluorescent lights illuminating the grey armor. He sighs. "I never thought it would come to this Ryan..." He needed to kill Ryan, for his safety, for Sams safety, for everyone's safety. Ryan couldn't be allowed to roam and cause death and destruction. Ryker reacher into a small wooden drawer next to the wall that housed his ACSC, and pulls out Angel. It was bright, but his eyes were used to it. He loads it, putting each of the glowing white bullets in one by one. He grimly closes the chamber, it clicks. He puts it back in the drawer. This was it. He polishes his sword, he would need it, in the end it would come down to a sword fight. "I never wanted it to come to this Ryan." He puts the sword back in the sheathe. He was ready.

[b][i]Somewhere in deep space, the Hourglass ticks away. It's purpose still obscure. The Summoner's Legion has arrived, and his ships are clustered around the center sphere of the massive structure. Something unforeseen has put the mission on hold [/i][/b] “Jago,’ the old man greeted him, as the bulkhead doors rolled open. In a moment of rare expression beyond a false smile, Sevatar looked genuinely confused. One eye narrowed in disbelief as he stared at the hunched old man at the desk, surrounded by decaying bodies hanging from the ceiling on rust-spoiled meathooks. ‘Do you ever leave these quarters?’ ‘Rarely,’ Trez admitted. Sevatar’s arrival had distracted him from his writing. ‘Is something wrong?’ ‘No more than usual. My brothers are gathering here this eve, little man. Be somewhere else.’ Trez repressed a shiver, wheezing into his rebreather. ‘Where should I go?’ ‘An intriguing question. The answer is that I don’t care. Go anywhere that isn’t here.’ ‘But Jago…’ Sevatar turned very, very slowly. Even helmetless, the joints in his armour’s neck purred unpleasantly as he turned his head to face the archivist. ‘Call me that,’ he said, ‘one more time.’ Trez looked at the First Captain of the Legion Darkness (the Summoners Legion), standing amidst an abattoir of hanging corpses, his face so unhealthily pale he might easily be hung on a flesh-hook himself. The chainglaive resting on one armoured shoulder was taller than the warrior who carried it. ‘Sevatar' “Trez amended, quietly. ‘Better. Shouldn’t you be aboard the Excoriator, watching over the primarch’s dreams?’ ‘Not now,’ replied the old man. ‘He isn’t dreaming as you would understand it. There’s nothing behind his closed eyes, nothing but the absolute dark.’ ‘Fascinating. If you’re so devoted to staying, then at least keep quiet.’ ‘I will. Thank you, Sevatar.’ Sevatar grunted an acknowledgement, and walked through the hanging corpses to where Trez worked at the primarch’s immense round table. The very edge of one side was taken up by the archivist’s parchments and data-slates. The rest of the circular slab played home to a mouldering cadaver. It looked like it had been pulled apart by a surgeon using no tools, nothing more than his bare hands. Gobbets of blackening meat were stuck to the table’s surface, cemented there by dried blood and bodily fluids. Sevatar shook his head, reaching out to shove the corpse aside. ‘Don’t,’ Trez said. ‘Don’t, Sevatar.’ ‘Why not?’ The warrior’s hand froze above the violated torso. ‘The Summoner talks to them.’ ‘So you said.’ ‘No.’ Trez cleared his throat, though his voice still stayed phlegm-wet. ‘I mean, he speaks to them as they are. “He knows when they’ve been moved, and it enrages him.’ Sevatar grabbed the body by its exposed spine and hauled it off the table. It lay sprawled on the decking after a dull thump. ‘We will deal with the primarch’s madness when he returns to us. If he returns to us.’ The captain keyed in a code on the interface now revealed, fingers tapping buttons crusted with gems of dry blood. Labouring hololithic generators flickered to life, beaming an image of the last display shown: the dead world of Tsagualsa, surrounded by its dense asteroid field. Sevatar blanked the image, and called up a local void-scry. The fleet resolved, though blood on two of the projector modules stained parts of the hololith in swathes of red. ‘He wasn’t always this way.’ Trez looked up from his work again. ‘Pardon me?’ Sevatar hadn’t realised he’d spoken aloud. ‘The primarch. He wasn’t always this way. He had a vision of how best to bring worlds to compliance, and it was a vision we followed willingly. Now look at what he’s become. His private quarters are a reflection of the madness within. His own mind is eating him alive.’ Trez said nothing' Who knew that the Hourglass could seize one such as the Summoner's soul.

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