The RP WarZone...

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*Striding through the habitat sections of the woodlouseian underground base, the three "Watchers" arrive at an Education Centre, they enter and make thier way toward a class teaching a "The Xanarious are your friends, the Xanarious will not kill you" sylabus. They enter the class and an elderly teacher turns to speak, but is stoped, with a flick of a hand gesture one of the "Watchers" causes the teacher to sit down and seemingly forget their presence. They turn to a teenage female woodlouse sitting at the back of the class giggleing with some friends, and they speak* Stuffy, your presence is required. *The young woodlouse responds "What, who are you, what do you mean?"* You... you are the Hunter and you are required to help defeat the forces of darkness *The young woodlouse giggles and says "I think you have the wrong woodlouse, I'm just a cheerleader for the SunnyZone High!"* No, you have a greater destiny, you are needed, only you with your skills can fight the forces of darkness, the Vampiders are among us and they must be stopped! *"Vampiders? Dont be silly, they are just a myth!"* No, they are a real and very dangerous foe, you are the only one with the "sight" to see them *"Look, you have the wrong woodlouse, its not me!!"* Yes it is, I think inwardly you know... *"I do feel something... but... No! I dont want to!"* Fine, let the Vampiders destroy all that we have built, let them cultivate and harvest us like farm animals... We can not force you to join us, we can only beg *"But.... Yes, I know what I must do..." Suddenly the young woodlouse seems to get a feeling as though seeing something for the first time "Yes! I know what I must do, starting with you!" The young woodlouse turns and points to a seemingly incent teenage male woodlouse, who suddenly leaps up and shows some previously hidden fangs, Stuffy quickly leaps up and the two begin to duel, Stuffy is knocked onto the floor, the unknown "woodlouse" begins to make a move toward Stuffy and is blocked... Stuffy grabs a wooden meter ruler from the side and plunges it into the attacker... who disapears into thin air* Yes, you are the Hunter! I knew it! *"Ok then, lets kick some Vampiders butt!"* Indeed young one, you shall be the greatest of the Hunters... you are the choosen one! *"Alright old guy, lets rock!" The Watchers and Stuffy make their way out of the class, no one seems to realise that a Vampider was just killed and they continue their previous activities.... a new force is present, and that force is... STUFFY THE VAMPIDER HUNTER!
The Order of the Arachnae Venors
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 04:44:49 (MDT) 
Standing at the massive window, the party was again gazing out into the huge repair doc, while sipping drinks supplied by a handy replicator.. It was easy to get vertigo looking into a room that size, and some of the Woodlouse representatives found it easier to turn their attention to Vice-Admiral Surtak, who was giving a running commentary. In the center of the vast repair dock, Erisai's Warbird was now undergoing repairs. Already the ship's blood-green surface appeared mottled, where holes had been patched with dark-grey Vulcan hull-plate. Teams of exocomps, supervised this time by both Vulcan and Romulan technicians, ran tests on Warp nacelles, deflectors, disruptor banks, and other vital systems. "As you can see ", the Vice-Admiral was saying, " with such a facility, ships damaged in the field need not limp home.. we can home out and fetch them, and even repair them on the spot!" "How extensive are the repairs that you can do?" asked one of the Woodlice. At this, S'Panner spoke up; "That depends entirely on the time available. In principle, if we really wanted to we could mine the planet below for raw materials, and start rolling out new starships from scratch. That would not be a logical action though; since we have better shipyards back home for that sort of thing." "And what about weapons?" This time from Vice-Admiral Surtak: "This isn't strictly a military ship, and certainly isn't intended to be taken into battle. But it does have quite respectable defenses. Mulitple photon torpedo launchers, and the standard omnidirectional phaser arrays, which give fully spherical protection , with a great deal of redundancy." "Spherical protection?" "Indeed. There isn't any direction from which anyone could attack this starbase without at least 2 phaser arrays being able to target them." At this, Mitch moved closer to Erisai and whispered in her ear: "What he's basically trying to tell them is: 'We come in peace, but don't get any funny ideas!' "

Scottty <[email protected]>
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 15:17:29 (MDT) 
Erisai ignored him at first, having a premonition, one of a dark presence more insidious than the one she had trained under for so long. Reaching out with her mind, she tried to probe its secrets...and drew back. She was mentally radiating a primal fear, not out of ancestral memory, but out of racial memory-to-be...enough that her half-Betazoid companion looked at her worriedly and Professor S'Tranak glanced sharply in her direction...tapping in commands on her wrist communicator at a lightning fast rate, Erisai gradually resumed her former state of calm...but the fear was still there.

- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 17:52:52 (MDT) 


Well, you have a most interesting facility and a fine example of the engineering abilitys your race has! But I fear we have pressing matters to debate, and a diplomatic status to establish between us... *the Field Marshal slaps a Corporal who was spitting over the side of the vast Vulcan station* The Xanarious seek friends, they know there are many dangerous forces in deep space and indeed in our own Imperium itself there are some misguided children who must be brought back into our fold at all costs... So, if you will lead the way, we shall get the conference underway...
Field Marshal Xanarious
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 17:52:56 (MDT) 
Mel was silently sitting in the Far Star, the sensors at maximum, surveying the local events in the shuttlebay. If he had not been doing that, he wouldn't have noticed the intruder coming in. An inversion, a slight ripple in the multidimensional locality, indicated a prescence about to manifest. It's properties were similar to the one that he and Elisia had used to get to this universe to begin with. Drawing a logical conclusion, he watched as Darva appeared before him. 'You and I need to talk.' the figure said. As Mel sat, he decided to play it safe and reveal as little as possible. 'About what, Lurker,' he said. The comment had the desired effect of throwing him off. 'How do you know of me?' he asked. 'I know a great many things. I and my associate did much research in this area before coming here.' There, mostly truthful, yet not too revealing. 'Where do you come from, then?' Darva asked, trying to get control of the conversation back. Considering for a moment, Mel decided on a comment, oblique, dramatic, to the point, but completely useless... 'Long, long, ago, in a galaxy far, far away...'

Infinitech <[email protected]>
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 08:38:53 (MDT) 
*30 Xanarious cruisers enter the House Woodlouse system of Eden Star and broadcast a message on all frequencys* This is a Xanarious taskforce, you are ordered to surrender control of this system into the direct administration of the Woodlouseian Imperium! *a response comes in from the AdminBase in orbit "This is Viscount Jiyor Woodlouse, governor for of this system in the name of House Woodlouse. Your claim to this system is unlawful and will be ignored, leave immediatly!"* You are in violoation of Xanarious Doctrine subserviance laws, you shall surender now or you will be taken by force! *"Your laws are irrelavant, House Woodlouse still operates under the laws of the Kingdom!"* So be it.... *The admiral turns to his captain* Begin the invasion procedures... *the captain salutes and begins sending messages to other ships in the fleet, they take up formation and launch fighters, blasts from the AdminBase begin to hit some of the Xanarious cruisers, making them shake violently. A small number of fighters fly up from the planet but they are quickly destroyed by the superior numbers of the Xanarious, boarding shuttles begin to dock with holes cut out of the AdminBase by the cruisers. With a flash one of the Xanarious cruisers explodes as its armour finaly gives way and the delicate insides are destroyed, the AdminBase locks onto a new target and begins fireing relentlessly despite numerous boarding shuttles now clinging to the base like limpets. The new target of the AdminBase begins to spurt flames and electrical disruptions crackle accross the vessel, suddenly the Maser shots from the AdminBase stop and a message comes accross from it "Admiral, this is Colonel U'Inth, we have secured all parts of the AdminBase and have the Viscount in our custody, awaiting further orders"* Good job Colonel, begin setting up the base for our use. *"Aye Sir" With that fighters that where orginally flying around the AdminBase break off and follow the cruisers as they make their way toward the planet surface to secure the major cities. After a short while a message comes in from the surface "Admiral, this is Lt. General Vonki, we have secured all major cities, this planet is secure"* Excellent General! *the Admiral opens a frequency toward the damaged cruiser* Warhammer, what is your status? *a message comes through "This is the Warhammer, our armour is almost fully repaired, however we took some internal damage, it will probably be about 3 days before we a ready for combat again"* Acknowledged, as soon as the AdminBase is ready you shall dock and begin repairs. *the Admiral opens a channel to Field Marshal Xanarious* This is Admiral DoNok, the Eden Star system is now secure, we lost one vessel in the combat. *The Field Marshal responds "This is the Field Marshal, I am presently in a diplomatic meeting with the Vulcans and thus can not speak extensivly. Your victory is acknowledged, continue your efforts"* Aye Sir, DoNok out.

Admiral DoNok Xanarious
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 14:45:20 (MDT) 
*DC turns around after feeling something brush up against him (I know it's a long delay, but hey I was lacking a certain abaility to access a certain Internet) and sees Mech trying to hide in the shadows. "Hey! Who're you!" Mech quckly jups up and pushes DC out of his way and charges for the ghaytanHa's gangplank. A blaster bolt flys up past his shoulder and he turns to see Scorpion now on his tail. Unfortunately, that means he can't see the web of duct tap between himself and his escape route. He finds himself wrapped up in the infinitely sticky bands of gray tape and then falls down the ramp into the hangar. There is a lound 'bang' as mech gets shot in the arm by Scorpion's shotgun. Knowing that death is now avaoidable only by running he gets back up and dashes for the Far Star just as an even louder blast comes from Scorpions double barreled shotgun. Knowing that the reload time is quite long for a shotgun like that he immediately bolts again, this time for the doorway to the hangar. Suddenly bullets from a machine gun start flying by and ricocheting off of the floor and walls. A few more weak hits graze him but he keeps going, knowing all too well what's next. The bullets stop, but only for a short while. There is the sound of a motor charging up and then the rain of bullets from a chain gun start pouring all aroundhardly half a second after Mech gets through the door. He pauses for a second to catch his breath and begins to run again, shedding the web of duct tape surrounding him.*

TDK
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 16:48:00 (MDT) 
Mech grimaced to himself. Drawing a small, toylike gun from his belt, he continued to run....

- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 17:13:46 (MDT) 


*Around another corner, Mech paused again. He was sure he had lost Scorpion now. Ten he heard the sound of metal hitting metal. Not the sound of bullets this time though. This was lighter, more like..... a grenade! The explosion, even from around the corner was enough to burn his skin and cause him to fall over. He picked himself up, and again began to run just in time to hear a grenade being launched behind him from a grenade launcher. He turned around after hearing the explosion at the end of the hallway, and saw Scorpion come around the corner, now armed with his rocket launcher. A rocket raced down the hallway to where Mech stood. Seeing no other alternative, he quickly ducked and dove into the nearest door. Inside he found himself in a cargo bay. He ran around the maze of boxes, still trying to avaoid the Quake II marine on his tail. Rounding a corner, he found himself facing the door again, with a very angry Scorpion standing in it. Scorpion raised his hyperblaster and started firing away in Mech's general direction. Two blasts got him, one in the foot and one in the back, but he managed to get behind some cargo and dive as the hyperblaster bolts sent it falling over. Following the current pattern, the next weapon would be a railgun, and if he could avoid any open areas he should be safe from that. He cautiosly walked away, down a hallway carved through the boxeswatching around every corner for signs of a lunatic with a railgun. Somewhere a lift activated and mech looked up and saw the catwalks above him. Scorpion would be able to get a clear shot from there..... unless, maybe if he could turn off the lights he could make it out after all. Picking up his run again, he tried to find his way back to the entrace he had come in through. Rounding another corner, he heard the sound of Scorpion running along the catwalks. Looking up again, he had just enough time to dive behind yet another corner, but not unscathed. The slug had been amed far enough ahead to go through the box and blast a hole through Mech's hand. There was little his mind would let him do other than just scream in pain and so he did.
TDK
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 17:25:32 (MDT) 
Mech gritted his teeth and attempted to regain control, but the damage had been done. Surging to the forefront of his mind, his 'charge' saw his weakness...and Mech's hand spasmodically clenched around the trigger....

- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 17:39:07 (MDT) 


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