Fate's Rebirth, Civilization's Last Stand (IC)

[Zaltusinel]

Chapter One
The Shadow's Promise
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." -Arthur Clarke

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The journey from the last bastion of the old world, a treacherous and frightful experience. Ulnar's star blinked in accelerated hypernova, the entire supercluster faded into complete darkness. The ships crashing in vain. Every life who did not board the ships was lost and most certainly dead. The ship itself was grazed by the power of the Shadow. The Shadow showed no mercy. As the ship jumped away, the planet itself was ripped apart by dark manifestations of teeth and bone. Wisping appendages locked over the planet and the communication line stopped. The jump worked and so many ship faded as the ship traveling now was the last to jump. The Shadow licked many of the ships, the pilots excepted the warp drive to go bonkers. Who knows if they will ever find the destination, but that matters not. The ship escaped, the 1000 or so colonists and the factions of the old world were on board. There was a chance, a glimmer of hope. Maybe this glimmer will not be feasted alive by the shadow. Oh the thoughts of the shadow sickened the stomach.

Yet, a chorus of voices sang in bravery. The center of the room laid the Kinjya, a race of four eyed cats with double tails. The Kinjya lived nomadic and nomadic they always been. Their courage certainly took them farther than their brains, their hope in the darkness of death burned the darkness of the room. They sang, they danced around. They set their little devices around the room as they told tales and myths of their culture. The images flashed across the room; the colors of a beautiful sky, a peaceful mountain, and a pleasant and bright star. Almost faint. Then they played one of their more famous pieces. One that took the cluster by storm.

Spoiler: The Song

The singer was recognized as Mikhail Del Thiam, she was a traveling singer for the space empires and recorded many of the battles and wars of the supercluster. She was a famous war analyst. An oddity of her kind, though her brains seem much more capable than normal. She rose up onto the information booth in the center of the room. Her bright, mosaic dress danced as sands drifting over dunes. The color of sand in a field of roses. As she sang, the rest of her kind joined in, playing and dancing. The other colonists looked up to her. They saw her bravery, her courage in the deepest places of the heart. Inspiration, the colonists dried their tears. They were hesitant to do more, they simple sat in the corners of tables and chairs, hoping a dream would disperse in their minds. As the song ended, the drum beat continued as Mikhail held up a laser-rifle.

"My friends, my fellow colonists, my fellow keepers of civilization. Do not wallow in sorrow. The world is not gone, a strength ahead of us awaits. Count not your frears, but your triumphs. Nothing is free! Nothing is worth the easy road! We start a new life, a new story for which the ending shall be the end of the SHADOW!" Her people raised up their arms as they shouted with her. The drums continue.

The ship's walls were gray plates, with soft lights and simple furniture. Here the personnel of the ship stayed, other than the bare necessary. The few passing over the later rooms and passages were moving very quickly, some shouting something about the warp drive. Mikhail ignored them, she began to rally the colonists. Her eyes conveyed need. She needed to rally the colonists, or they may never do anything. So frozen in fear. She held up a purple glowing shard, a figment almost inconceivable. A trait the shadow held in the old world. Yet, there was a pattern to it all, just what? Some science no one had been able to see. Many were sure. The people of the passages became many, they shouted, they cried, they whipped out their guns. The colonists began to notice and cower. Mikhail turned around.

"What goes on the ship! What is happening?"

Darkness, total darkness. Almost all in the room screamed, then the screams were muffled, completely silent. The tingling of movement, alien movement. The ship began to drop, being pulled in. The sudden jerk of exiting warp tagged along. Sounds of piano notes, drums... the sound of death, star death in the air. The smell of decaying mint. The taste of blood on every tongue. Nothing could be seen in the face of darkness. From droplet to ocean, mountain to pebble; nothing mattered. A voice opened as the purple eyes that gazed as class Y stars. Stars dead and cold as room temperature. No light came from them, yet they still can be seen. A dying light. Sounds of a language unknown, so many sounds of the language. It came from all directions. No question mattered, the mind felt numb. The lick of darkness braced the face as slimy meat, slimy, dank mint. Air began to swirl as a hurricane. Then a light began to come on in the forward parts of the ship, seeing a clear border passing. As it passed, multiple bodies of the colonists laid over the room. Shrieks of terror filled the room again, except things were different. Mikhail, rose up from the ground and scanned the area. She looked over the factions, the colonists, and the bodies. She then raised her gun, pointed directly in front of her and pulled the trigger. A hallowed shriek in pain as a manifestation of the Shadow revealed itself. A slender, tall figure. Almost a Desha in appearance, others began to appear around the room. Some looked of the Ilanu, the Lightborne, the Huyern, and the tiny humans too. Every race in the room from snake people to normal human was represented. Then at the point of the room, a large glitch being of wing and talon howled. The form of the being could be seen underneath, as the others. The Shadow only layered over their bodies.

They spoke in apex chill, "Join your destiny, the cruelty shall end if you submit. Assimilate your frail and weak minds."

Mikhail hissed at them, "You know nothing, you are nothing!" She charged and shot one in the head, causing the manifestation to burst and die. The others meld into the plates of the floor returning to the point with the winged figure. More arrived and appearance. It was roughly forty. Mikhail's people returned to the drums, began playing. They raised their rifles and energy swords. They rallied behind her as other colonists pulled their pistols from their holsters. "Come my friends! We must fight them!"

A large drop as the ship's intercom came on, "Ship engines critical, crashing onto planetoid zero dash four dash five dash z dash one dash y, prepare for hard landing. Manual message integrated." "This is your pilot captain speaking. The Shadow has disabled the ship's drives and engines. We are trying to land as best as we can. Brace yourselves!" The intercom then blasted, "Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" constantly. Things started to look bad. The ship falling into the planet was obvious, the sound of the shields burning against the atmospheric reentry.

The manifestations raised their weapons. There was a staircase just past the exit to this room. There also were some doors leading to the rest of the ship and a hallway that lead to more of the concourse of the ship. But the Shadow's minion's will not let anyone pass. Their smiles, see to defile.

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(OOC)

We are live. Hope you're ready for some combat!

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Mother stood witness to the unfolding chaos. Of course the protection of her children was her number one priority, but she still knew that the protection of the other factions would be beneficial in the long run. "My children, be brave and give them sanctuary!" She instructed, her voice calm yet commanding. The revolutionists under her command where quick to get their sanctuary modulator into action and deploy its shield "Come on! take cover!" King Archimedes yelled, in his boyish and young voice that didn't really sound that commanding.

"Everyone, get behind the shield...b-but provide covering fire for the others!" He instructed as some of the children ran for the cover of the sanctuary modulator. As much as they wanted to avoid combat it seemed that there was no other way out at the moment. The children readied their magnetically enhanced slingshots and crossbows, as well as their medical supplies to tend to any wounded. It was time for the revolution to defend itself!
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(OOC, feel free to take cover, ignore if you wish not to)

 

[Petroshka]

Chairwoman Vasmir was was sitting down at a table dealing with some other race before the whole debacle happened like a shadow Kaliahan appeared right before her staying between her and the shadows. "Stay behind me" She whispered to Vasmir. All desha within the room looked up at the shadowy figures registering them on their helmet HUDs and proceeded to pull out their weapons to point at the shadowy beings. "all Desha group up at the Ardasha" Kaliahan whispered into her suit signaling all desha within the vicinity to swiftly bunch up near the chairwoman. Vasmir however was curious at the shadow beings, she completely toned out what they were saying and simply observed with Kaliahan's voice barely registering in her mind. "Facinating" was all that she said before the children threw up some sort of shielding. Kaliahan quickly turned around to the group "Grab her and leave!" she used her special ability to cloak everyone for three seconds, using the childs shielding as a way to distract both the shadow figures and the rest of the colonists to bunch up there Kaliahan ran toward the shield and shot the shadow figures with her revolver before sliding into the shield barrier. Hopefully the Desha can make it out of the room quickly and quietly as everyone rushed to take cover in the shields.

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[Karcen]

The Lightborne spoke in secret their psionic abilities allowing them all to hold council even as the shadow descended upon them and they were attacked. Still there was another issue beyond that of these manifestations and their assault upon the various races, they were hurtling towards the ground at speeds that were just a moment ago faster than light if they crashed they would all surly die. they needed to slow down and right now there was only one group that could do it and that was them. Even as the fights raged they decided what to do and all linked together they would have to save others.

In a flash of light all the lightborne were gone from others sight seemingly having left them for something else as no others were in on their plan. Outside the flying ship the lightborne appeared all sharing their power with Auya who channeled their energy around the ship. Auya woudl not allow this ship to crash for it held the best chance for revenge against the shadow for all the lightborne it had taken and that was what mattered the most. Each race could and should be bent to the work of finding a way to fight against the darkness. As The lightborne projected their unrivaled Psionic might light began to flood the ship. Auya knew the children would need to know that the light had not left them instead it woudl save them thus even as they fought Auya would expend a little of her extra power to spread a calmness soothing the fear of others and perhaps help them fight.

Still a majority of her and the other Lightborne's power was directed at one thing alone stopping the ship, which they could not fully do, but they could slow it down. At first there would be little sign of the change but the instruments would start to read that their velocity was slowing, and after a short while even those inside could feel the sudden jolt as they reached a tipping point. they would survive the crash, the ship might not but they would. Still even then the Lightborne did not relent all flying around the ship outside it as they expended their energies to continue their work, as few growing to tired to continue. they would slowly lose more and more of their already small number to fatigue until it was just Auya herself halting its progress as best she could though the ground grew close and she could only hope she had done enough.

 

[dizzE]

Garr'Gnoth inhaled sharply before running to the nearest corner and taking cover. Etta and En trailed close behind eventually taking cover beside him.

A bead of sweat traveled down his forehead and to the brim of his nose. Quickly he withdrew a laser rifle he had made out of parts scavenged from a wreck on the surface of his homeworld in the Old World which he'd dubbed, "Junkmade." He leaned to his side and fired off a couple of charged shots - sending lethal blue plasma streams hurtling towards the manifestations.

"Alright, here's what were going to do. While everyone is distracted by them, were going THAT way.." Garr coughed out. He motioned toward the doors leading into the rest of the ship.

With that Etta and En both gave the order and the entire race of the Ilanu under the leadership of Garr'Gnoth and the arch Clan, Gnoth, made haste towards the doors.

Looking back as he ran, Garr let out a low, growl, "We must all learn to choose our battles wisely.."

He licked his lips and pointed at an area behind him and as he did spotted two younger Ilanu workers. "Deploy the Opisin. Deploy one and regroup with the rest of us." He turned, as did they, and they began to deploy the Opisin turret.

Etta and En lead the Ilanu charge towards the door and as they approached a sense of.. foreboding, almost, washes over them. What lay ahead for them all? For the Ilanu?

 

[Zaltusinel]

Spoiler: Position Music. To help get the feel

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The Shadow's minions spread themselves across the room. Twenty of the minions fled into the deeper parts of the ship. They hopped around the ship's walls, shooting the room up. Their guns appeared and rained fire over the room. The dark fire of the energy weapons spread across the room briefly before being dispersed, the trail of horror left by them stayed much longer. The shadows began to chant, "Anxi, Roxai, Jyno! The end is near, their pain shall end. Life's pitiful cry of stupidity!" Over and over again, they didn't care of the cries of the colonists as one was shot dead. The blood of the human fled down into the corner of the ship as the ship tilted forward. The shadow laughed over and over again, they raged and shot more at the tiny humans, missing completely. They began to focus on them.

As they harked on the tiny humans, the Desha moved quickly as invisible simmers. One of the Desha passed by one of the shadows, pressing his knife into it. Killing it instantly, as the being exploded, knocking back two others. The Desha's cloak ran out, yet he ran fast enough to not get caught. As the Desha exited the room into the remaining corridors, Kaliahan shot her revolver directly between the eyes of the snake shadow, causing it to explode and knock back another two shadows. She slid to the position where Sanctuary was placed, the shield slides over the outer rim just as a a shadow shoots a revenge shot. The remaining shadows turn their heads to the shield and prepare to rain fire upon the barrier. They curve themselves, as if about to pounce.

"How happy you resist. Your people killed hundreds of us, yet we still rise! Your pitiful coward minds lead only to your death!" The winged shadow harked at Kaliahan. Mikhail charged with her guns blazing, five of her people wielded their energy swords and three others took shots from the information booth. The swordmen shout in deafening screams, missing terribly, but they evade the shadows counterattacks. One flips over one and covers remains of the Desha escape. The Ilanu were not far behind. They were right behind the Desha, using their speed to dodge all of the shots of the shadows. Garr'Gnoth's shots connect to multiple shadow's causing them to explode and die. The explosions disrupt the formation to buy extra time for the remaining colonists to shield themselves under sanctuary. Mikhail's gunmen provide covering fire and graze two shadows, causing them to die. In the crossfire, one of the Kinjya gunmen suffer an injury and cry out in pain. The dark fire ravage his skin, causing oozes of burned blood to fall from his abdomen. The Opisin began to spray with metal spheres. Dealing heavy damage to four of the shadows.

"Medic!" As he shouted, the revolutionaries open fire and provide even more covering fire. The scattered minions braced a heavy rain of metal, stones, and other objects they slung at them. The slingshots heavily injure five of the remaining shadows. They dark meld over their bodies significantly fade, they fire back as they receive hits. They graze a revolutionary, giving smaller version of the Kinjya's gash. Multiple crossbows hit their marks, helping injure multiple of the shadows. Multiple of the shadow's response shots hit multiple of the colonists. Two shots hit a colonist, she falls onto the floor. Her friend, drag her furry, bearish body into sanctuary. Four other colonists suffer wounds from the shots. Their blue blood begins to spill and be sterilized by sanctuary.

The Lightborn's act of slowing the ship succeeds decently. The ship slows down. The jerk as they resisted the fall of the ship fell across the entire ship. The bright light they emitted from their great powers cause the shadows on the ship to be disoriented. They didn't feel the pain. They only laughed, looking as rampaging manics. The various shadows across the ship dazed around and finally looked to the Ilanu and Desha who escaped the first pod. The twenty of them leap into action, hiding behind cover and reading their weapons. They fire pitiful shots, giving a hail of fire. "You shall never escape!" The ship began to tip downwards. Seeing this, the Lightborn resisted the tip and had a chance to warn their allies of the impeding tip in the ship. Eitherway, the colonists were inspired by the act of light and the performance of the factions. The colonists saw how saving and helpful the revolutionaries were. They picked up any weapon they could find and started to shoot the shadows from cover. In the next room over, multiple groups of colonists flanked the shadows and began to suppress them. Giving the Desha and the Ilanu a great chance to find cover.

"We won't let you fall, get to cover!" One of the raccoon looking colonists said.
In the first room, there were 12 shadows remaining. Six held heavy injuries and four were on the ground from knock back. The remaining two were standing.

However, the second room became more contested. A large amount of Hyern had arrived on the scene. Many of them with their rifles, pistols, even some had machine guns on their shoulders. They began to gun down the shadows from behind. They reached cover and threw flashbangs over to the shadows. The bright light over the Lightborn's caused one of the shadow's to shoot its ally. In the chaos, eight shadow perished and exploded. In the second room, eight shadow remain. Flanked on all sides.

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Hope you enjoy your epic performance! Your people did well. Now on to some winnings.

The Lightborn: You guys gain 8 favor. Favor is points that you can use to influence and persuade the colonists to support your faction.

The Revolution: You guys also gain 8 favor for your quick thinking save!

Keep it up guys! -Zalt

 

[Alvina]

All of his senses had become much more acute as the scent of surrounding iron and blood permeated within his nostrils. The corner of his lip had curled upwards to form a sardonic smile-- somewhere on the ship, a battle was lashing out. The other Huyerns surrounding him could feel it just as well as he could and everyone's fur had stood on edge. The group had exchanged shifty glances with one another as they contemplated their next actions. The battle-hungry squadron burst from their room and in to the ship corridors wordlessly, with Vevani leading their charge. They sprinted with weapon in toe as they followed the scent of battle like moth to a flame. The chatter in their ears had grown louder as they approached it's source. The sound was a heterogeneous mix of horrific screaming and laughter, yet, Vevani could not bring himself to feel. The placidity that accompanied this lethargic ride through space had dulled many of his emotions. In truth, he would run a blade through many of the other voyagers on this ship himself if he were allowed to.

The scent of freshly spilled blood was stronger than ever when they had arrived on the scene. If the group had not been so desensitized to war they very well may have turned tail at that very moment. But, their loyalty to serve their Den Father had overwhelmed any tinge of fear they would ever feel in their minds. "GLORY TO THE DEN FATHER!!!" Vevani rang out first, shortly thereafter the warriors who followed behind had harmonized with his cry. Immediately they begun opening fire at the ghastly apparitions, in a gambit to cull the few that had remained. The sound of each subsequent bullet they fired ricocheted throughout the room and in to the ship's corridor. Each pulse of ammo resolved in a bright pulse of light to match the pull of the trigger.

Vevani was the first of the group to duck behind cover. They were fortunate enough to get the jump on the damned ghouls, but the apparitions would soon become privy to their presence. "Oi. Keep yer head low and yer weapons poised forward. Don't let these gloomy bastards get even an instant of refuge!" Vevani barked loud enough for his men to hear-- even through the frantic screams and gun fire. The bat pointed a hand towards his waist and unstrapped a white orb from his belt. He had no idea what effect it would have on the dark manifestations, but he was determined to do everything he could to win. The flash bang went souring through the air at a sharp angle before it hit the ground with a bounce. The orb exploded with a deafening noise and a bright light was left in it's place. Vevani held his riffle steady, ready to fire at any ghoul that had survived their initial assault.

 

[dizzE]

Garr and the Ilanu reached the doors to the rest of the ship and threw them open. He stood and held them open as his people made their way through. Once they had all gotten through Garr deployed a single Opisin of his own right inside the doorway to cover their moves.


Explosions, plasma, lazers.. everything. When Garr turned it's all he saw before a huge flash erupted around him and the Ilanu and was blinded for a short duration. More gun fire and explosions before Garr's vision returned. The colonists were fighting back the swarm of manifestations and Garr recognized the opportunity.


"Ilanu! Group tightly! Find cover and ready your weapons! Laser rifles, plasma pistols, whatever you may have!"


Garr regained himself and rushed over to a pile of overturned desks and file drawers, ducking into cover behind them, flashes of plasma still flying over his head. He reloaded Junkmade quickly before peering over the pile of furniture towards the manifestations.


The colonists were flanking them, dropping them one by one until there were few left. Garr motioned his hand in the air, aiming a finger towards another door leading into a second room.


"En, Etta, and ten of you stay back here and help the colonists. I am going to take three others and secure that room."


The Ilanu fired shots of all types from various weapons derived from scavenged parts, and those chosen went where they had been commanded. The remaining Ilanu formed small squads and continuously rained fire in hostile directions.


Garr grunted a bit to himself before turning to one of the Ilanu accompanying him. "Whatever is waiting behind these doors we're going to neutralize and stay smart about it. I'm not in the business of dying today!" And with that they pushed through and took cover behind a debris pile near the wall. Immediately the manifestations opened fire. Two of the Ilanu accompanying him were immediately struck and fell lifeless to the floor in pools of blood. "It's you and me!" Garr yelled as they both proceeded to open return fire, sending plasma and laser streaks illuminating across the ship towards the manifestations.

"Were gonna clean this room out! On the offensive! Kill them!"

 

[Karcen]

The lightborne were retired many needed to rest to stop the fraying they were suffering. They had used to much power to not fray some, this was something they could all recover from after a nice rest. They had to let the children deal with the shadows on board. That was the best outcome perhaps then they would desire revenge against it and the light would have its army. So they waited floating outside the ship and rested.

 

[Petroshka]

When Kaliahan got behind the shield barrier she listened to the shadow talking about her and her people. "heh, it is a shame you won't see us end, here at least." She raised her revolver at what she assumed to be the lead and talking shadow but before shooting she walked out of the barrier so her gun is outside incase it was a two way and shot aiming at the creatures face. Her hand recoiled back quickly as large bat like creatures stormed the room, "what the?" It seemed like they were helping but she didnt think it was safe to be in the barrier anymore, raising her left arm she typed a few things homing in on a signal on Vasmir's suit and triggering the teleportation module. Hopefully Vasmir was still okay, and the rest, of course.

Outside the room the Desha with Vasmir were quickly attempting to find a good position to reinforce and hold until a scout has found a safe way off the ship. Vasmir herself was taking cover as she wasn't exactly good at the whole shooty shooty like her bodyguard Kaliahan was. She was a leader, and a businesswoman damnit, order was her forte not all this chaos!

 

[Zaltusinel]

Spoiler: Position Music. To help get the feel

Spoiler: Alanus

Spoiler: Mikhail

Spoiler: The Winged Shadow

The rings of fire panned out all over the room, the ambient light of the room fluctuated constantly. The colonists on the upper balcony fire profusely, bursting their fire decently well. Their gun performance hipped around and their bullets sprayed much more than that of the Hyern. Many of the colonists ducked once their clips ran out, a set of ammo suppliers were throwing clips. Some of the colonists sprayed a little too much and many of the lights were going out. The ship itself started to rumble, slowly as the ship tipped. As the ship tipped, multiple rounds of the colonist fire collided with the three shadows. The shrieks of the shadows as they felt the bullets on them echoed across the ship. Gravity began to tip, the ship itself began to tip, almost flip. Long black, flame-like appendages grabbed hold of the ship, creaks of the hull rattled the entire ship. Slowly, the appendages started to turn, the gyroscopes of the ship enabled once again and began to resist, the appendages hardly slowed the ship down. A sudden back and forth turning motion on the length of the ship ensured. The entire craft got its all to resist, sometimes winning, other times losing. As the ship continued to fall and the Shadow's minions continued to fall, the appendages loosened their grip. The pilots in the bridge of the ship were quenching themselves as they continued to realign the ship to good landing.

"Attention Everyone, we have some resistance from some extension of the Shadow, figure out what's making it. We're out of range for the Shadow itself to attack us. Figure out which of those shadows is making the resistance! We are in the middle of the atmosphere everyone, we'll crash in approximately seven minutes!" The intercom sounded off, the voice behind it sounded petrified. From the outside, the Lightborne could see them, constantly trying to turn the ship. The nearest windows of the ship in the second room also displayed their monstrous size.

The Hyern fired all over the the shadows, swiping their guns and allowing grazing fire all over them. The ship began to tip vertically, causing the colonists, Desha, and Hyern to fall into the third room. The Revolutionaries and the remaining colonists fall into the third room as well. The speed of their fall increased and increased as the shadows followed by melding into the wall. The sanctuary lifted up, its shield bubbled fully. It looked as if the fall might be deadly, but suddenly, a robed figure leaped from the balconies and set off an device that suspended the revolutionaries and the colonists alike. Mikhail spun around in the air as expected and tried to shoot the passing shadows, her rifle pierced straight through the head of multiple shadows. Causing them to burst. Her people shot as well, killing them. Multiple colonists started to fire in the chaos. Multiple Desha out of instinct killed four shadows in the second room before the fall. The shots that Kalihan and the Ilanu fire miss from the sudden jerk of the ship.

Overall, the total amount of shadows were eight in the third room from the first two. The feeling of heat could be felt on the floors of the ship. The robed figure swiped off his robe. His blonde hair, white skin, and overall human appearance was offset by the white energies that flew through his veins, the specs of white energy that left him as he walked. The entirety of his body was covered in glowing, almost see through armor that appear much of the great Ulnarian military dress. Mikhail held up her rifle to his flank.

"Captain Alanus Neavor, good to see your heart has joined us. I thought I saw some Ulnarians on board. These beasts have no chance to stop us with your assistance." Mikhail laughs, firing her rifle at a shadow in cover, injured.

Alanus smiled, "The Hierarchitum wished me to ensure that this vessel would survive. I ordered my platoon to board this vessel to join me in my quest to survive and live as you." Mikhail nodded, she rolled and growled in her people's language to charge the remaining shadows. She beckons others to join her. Alanus raises some sort of cube, causing a signal to be put out. In an elevator shaft right beside you, multiple Ulnarian guards walk out with smiles on their faces. Everything they whore felt delicate, advanced. The faint glow was in their armor too. A stray shadow of the shadow proved the existence of energy shields. Four shadows from multiple angles charged Alanus, hopping over the Kinjya. Alanus stayed still before he unleashed his wings. He spun quickly, slicing the shadows in half. The colonists awed the wings, as the other soldiers showed their own.

Mikhail remarked, "Well, there's one hell of a way to tell that a guy like you is a true Ulnarian." The Winged shadow smashed into the floor from the ceiling. The remaining three shadows came behind her. They laid out in the open, around thousands of guns, everything. The winged shadow only smiled.

"Have fun." Her hand multiple cybernetic devices, pulsing out of her in a short distance. She looked up into the ceiling, a large portal opened. She flew into it, the other shadows followed in the tractor field it produced. A large craft outside the windows of the third room, very hard to see, almost appearing as a mess of spikes, mist, and computer glitches. It appeared uneasy and unreal.

Alanus spoked, "Do not be tricked by their devices, the craft is not here. The shadow has no spacecraft." After he spoke, the portal ended and the craft simply vanished, not by warp, but by simply having nothing to create the illusion anymore. The colonists around smiled and cheered. Mostly for the combined effort.

"Two Minutes to impact, two minutes to impact!" Alanus nodded, Mikhail ran to the elevator and overrode the control computer. Multiple elevators opened on the floor of the ship.

"Quick my comrades! We need to go!" As she spoke, multiple small craft appeared, crashing into the lower floors of the ship.
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(For Crumbli)

The small vessels you escaped in crashed into the smaller craft from the Shadow's last act upon you, much similar to events on the larger vessel, for a while. You enter into what you knew as the main colony ship, none of you are injured. A line of colonists are flowing in an eager To your left. The rest of the colonists and factions are coming down the elevators as you crash. Your somewhat surviving ship checks in with the main ship and alert them of your friendliness. Multiple shadows on the level leave on sight and you assume that you need to get the blast shelter. The ship feels unstable. Mikhail comes down to your people, she holds out her hand. "I never thought you guys would be here, but my people have understood yours. May we begin in tenderness. Multiple shadows have been eliminated upstairs. Once we crash, our Ulnarian friends shall brief us. Head to the blast shelter, we're going to crash!"


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Here we go guys, sorry for the wait.

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

The revolutionaries had by now all gotten together in one group, with Mother and the King in the center, the where tending to the grazed revolutionary when they heard the order to leave due to the imminent crash. Mother increased the volume on her vocalizer "Children, we must leave now!" Her voice was loud but still calm and collected, however she had to know her "child" was alright before moving, as was her hardwired programming, although she knew her children could fix such wounds with their eyes closed.

"If any others seek medical aid then come to us" She stated in her magnified voice again. She guided her children to the elevators, their protection was her top priority and nothing else. Her and the medical droids metallic footsteps rang out on the floor, followed by the patter of her children and the whooshing of the hovering Angel.

"C-come on guys! we'll be fine, i promise!" King Archimedes shouted, afraid yet still hopeful. This gave the others comfort and they stayed on their path "For the revolution!" they all shouted unanimously.​

 

[Petroshka]

After the rest of the Desha had found mostly secure looking room they began to fortify the place throwing up cover and watching the entrance for any shadows that might come through, but when they felt the gravity of the ship failing and the tilt that they were going they used their cybernetics to impale safety harnesses onto the ceilings and roof of the room just incase if they were going to get flung around. Meanwhile Kaliahan teleported next to Vasmir quickly taking assessment of the situation at hand and making sure her boss and lover was safe.

"Vasmir! are you okay? not hurt or anything?" She knelt down beside her looking over any potential wounds,
"Kali, Kali! im okay don't worry" Vasmir put up a head to stop her from probing around.
"Everyone! the ship seems like it is going to crash land into the planet! we may have not predicted this but we are always prepared" Vasmir gave her people a little speech, everyone looked over to her while still working to stay alive.
"No matter what we will survive and slay this darkness that has engulfed our way of lives, no matter how hard it tries to kill us!"

She was met with silence but everyone in the room nodded, no doubt they were still spooked but their nature drives them to work without failure, to survive without question. Vasmir could only smile beneath her dark head visor that covered her face, nothing made her more happy than impassioned employees whether scared or not.

 

[Zaltusinel]

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Planet 045ZY
Commonly Referred to as Zenith
AI Core 2 Active
AI Core 1 Destroyed
AI Core 3 Destroyed
Processing Ulnar Database on Zenith
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Fields Found...
Climate: Arid to Tropical, dependent on region.​

Unique Biomes: Arid "Redwood", a biome homing to small parts of the planet Earth. These biomes host a variety of avian creatures along with multiple avenues to find shelter and shade. This biome tends to be placed towards hotter regions of Zenith. Being not too far from them on a planetary scale.
Soil structure: Two feet of sand separate the beating sun from the ancient granite formations. Ore tends to form around heat zones.
End of report. 66% of report lost in AI core destruction.
Missing fields: Local Wildlife, Weather patterns, Natural disasters, and Bio Hazards.
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Chapter One: A Shadow's Promise
Part Two: The Restless Dead
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Buzzing, all that echoed across the ship was buzzing. Crackles of the hull crashing upon itself, the lights flicker as frail aged women. Dusts of sand entered through the door of the blast shelter. Every colonist on board laid strapped up and secured. Emergency lights kick in as the remaining drops of power on the ship connected. The pilot cut himself out of his bounds, landing in a posed thud on the floor. He steadied his knife, slowly cutting the bounds. The threads of machined Vasérin leather drooped as a small child hanging over a cliff. Whimpering calls, tears, shock, and weeping overtook the buzzing. Mikhail rose up carefully, her back cracked once or twice, she raised up her weapons. Her eyes faced the door, with a dauntless step. She began to walk, her riflemen from earlier followed up behind her. She placed her hand on the panel, looking back. The pilot signaled to the remaining set of his assistants, he tucked his suit back into his lower armor piece. A formal design, fitting for the suit. A couple Hyern formed up against the wall, ready to breach the door. Kinjya formed up, using rubble to shield and make cover. Alanus released his wings, speaking softly in prayer before ordering his men to aim at the door.

Mikhail sighed, "We ready to see the hell we got into? I can already tell this is a hot place. At least, I know a trick or two to help that." The pilot nodded.

"Do it." A loud motorized sound, some sort of resistance. Once the sound stopped, a brief second of silence before the door opened up into a horizon covered by a large forest of teal trees. The forest of large redwood sized flora spanned for acres and acres, only to the left of the ship spoke out as desert. A gust of wind lifted up Mikhail's hair. Ripples in the sand guided along to the forest, the heat sunk into fur and skin as the hate of the Shadow. Multiple colonists wiped their brows, packing up their belongings on the hover carts inside the blast shelter. The door itself was expansive, this vessel to those knowledgeable would haunt them.

"So the Ulnar had weapons of war far longer than we believed. The secrets you hide Alanus, what if the Shadow was of your design!" A small trail of some sort of pink pheromone-like substance traveled up Mikhail's torso, into her nostrils. Alanus fired his rifle between Mikhail's legs, causing a cone of the sands to be covered in blue, web-like blood. Alanus shook his head.

"This planet is already showing its true colors. Prepare us for the Shadow I pray..." Mikhail rose up, she nodded to Alanus.

"Come on everyone, we need to get to the forest. This heat is something I can handle, you guys... not so much. Come!" A large thump and roar emitted from the other parts of the ship, "Come on, we can't stand here."

Alanus placed his arm in front of her, "Our prime directive is to find a suitable place to found our colony. A place for water, of space, and easily defend-able. I completed a scan of the crash site before we crashed. The forest seems to be our best bet, but knowing this planet, our science officers back on Ulnar spoke that scans are inaccurate here. Once you locate a spot to found our colony, mark it with this Tracking beacon. I have a cartographer, mini version obviously, to track those beacons. I will give one beacon to each major group. If leaders would consult me and receive the beacons. Also... the roar is of the engines finally bursting. No large fauna around." Alanus head out his hand.

Mikhail brushed her hair, "If you say so, if there are any medical professionals, can you speak up? We still have a couple people wounded from the Shadow's minions and maybe some from the crash, mostly minor things. Also, it be good for everyone to carry supplies to the edge of the forest straight ahead. We still have three carts not full. Let's fill everything up. Sounds good?"

Multiple prominent colonists lined up... Maybe meeting them might be useful.
Petroshka dizzE KindlyPlagueDoctor Karcen Crumbli A Alvina Frank
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OOC

Welcome to the Main phase everyone! Now if you didn't guess, you guys get to help decide where the main colony will be founded. Not your base though, if you decide to have it elsewhere. Now I will talk about some things: First things first, the worker system. Remember all that unit, blah blah blah? Well you assign people of various skill levels to jobs. Skill level doesn't particular matter here, but for projects that do. So for this assignment, you could assign 14 of your faction to go search for a place to found the colony. 3 to scout for your own purposes, 7 to investigate the ship, 2 to the forest to investigate etc. etc. Welcome to the open world of the roleplay. The possibilities of what you can do is only limited by two things, physics, rules etc. and your imagination! Always think, if I don't provide all the information you need. Always ask and I can dump you with more information or phrase your actions to alert me of giving more information. Example: There is a closet in the corner. You don't know if it is locked, whats inside, or whatever. An idea of what to say: Ultora(Example faction leader) tells two redshirt grunts to attempt to open the locker and loot what's inside. If it is locked, they will pick the lock or open it by some other means. They are allowed to rip the door off. If they find something dangerous or feel that something is, they will back off and call reinforcements and inform Ultora. Something like that. A DnD styled idea. Doesn't need to be too crazy. Eitherway you choose, have fun. This a playground and I am your humble grounds keeper. Happy hunting -Zalt

 

[Petroshka]

When the ship crashed onto the planet below the Desha were well secured wrapped around in emergency safety harnesses although they were thrown around a bit, and a few close calls happened they were relatively intact with a few bruises. When everything seemed calm for a while Kaliahan cut her way out of the harnesses and immediately ran to Vasmir to cut her free while the rest of the Desha were either trying to get free or licking their wounds,
"Vasmir! are you hurt?"
"Yes, yes, stop worrying so much"
Vasmir had to deal with her bodyguard's over-protection for quite a few years now, and she has tolerated it and never really minded it. Sighing she let Kaliahan help her and she looked around at the rest of her brothers and sisters to see if anyone was injured, luckily to their quick thinking no one was.
Looking over to Kaliahan, Vasmir was curious on the state of the ship.
"How is the ship? did we land in the intended location?"
Kaliahan, stared at her for a few seconds, scanning the ship with her advanced HUD and sensors, although she could only see so far across the rather large ship.
"The ship is heavily damaged but i am reading we landed on the planet."
"Perfect."
Turning around to the rest of her people who were dusting themselves off now, she prepared a little speech for her people who were in the room with her.
"We have arrived to our location! it was, a rather bumpy ride but this is where we will rebuild anew!"

With that Vasmir lead the Desha out of the ship to observe the surroundings with Kaliahan close behind, her eyes were bet with a rather unruly sight as the large expanses of sand met her eyes and her HUD showing up high temperatures. "oh this is rather, unsettling" Looking around she saw colonists of all types that she shared the ship with, either disorganized or confused, all around were sand and of in the distance seemed like some sort of forest with some colonists making their journey toward it now. It seemed they were in a dry and arid region of the planet unfortunately and they had no real short term plan but it seemed some of the other colonists who seemed to be impromptu leaders did. "mhm, i see" Vasmir looked back to her desha who were in cursing their luck at where they crash-landed and started giving directions.
"First things first! we need shelter! use the damaged ship parts to make rooms everyone! we'll use the ship as a temporary colony until someone from the other colonist groups finds a good location!"
The desha looked up to Vasmir and then each other, some of the colonists who were confused also looked at her as if her words gave them some sort of guidance.
"Bashal, Havian, Guldor, your people have plasma cutters built in, you will be the main resource gathers for this operation, everyone else we will attempt to build housing for ourselves and the colonists."
Some of the Desha were confused when Vasmir included the non-desha with her plan and some spoke up to her. "Why do we need to build shelter for the others?"
Vasmir smiled under her helmet's visor, with a tender voice she spoke. "We are all lost in a unknown world dear Nuvarian, we must forge bonds with the others." Of course her words were half true with her real intentions being that she wants favors with the other colonists should the time be needed. She doubted the other colonists hand very much money with them and currency wouldn't be very useful as of the moment, plus what might seem a charity act would make the others warm up to them.

So the twelve Desha who had the necessary cybernetics to cut into the damaged hull of the ship began doing their task as the other desha who were idling by went to grab the chunks of metal to start building walls, the basic droids that they brought with them proving extremely useful, hulling the larger plates of metal and welding them together. The only Skilled Merchant from their group lined up outlines for building materials and pieces, other desha went back into the ship for any useful parts and food stuffs, preservatives and air conditioning, water purifiers and a whole host of other things. Vasmir looked on as her people started work on temporary shelter, some of the colonists were even helping with others simply watching, She looked over at Kaliahan who was talking to her right hand man, Kilokhal who had the almost the same cybernetics as Kaliahan although less experience. She walked over to them to catch the last bit of their conversation "-on't let the others notice you" With that the Draegon nodded and swiftly disappeared somewhere.
"I see you're busy as usual"
Kaliahan looked over to Vasmir as she was fidgeting around on her wrist computer "i have to keep everyone safe, especially from-" She was about to say the other colonists but she realized it was probably a bad idea to say that with so many around who might overhear the conversation. "-the shadow." Honesty the shadow felt like a distant memory right now, as her primary objective was survive especially against the desperate colonists that might try something stupid.
Vasmir slide her way around Kaliahan's back and put her hands on her shoulder. "You should relax, no one is going to do something at this stage of the colonization effort."
Kaliahan's shoulders sunk as she told her that. "you're right.. but" she looked over at some of the colonists who fired a few rounds into the sand which caught the attention of the surrounding people, blood emerged from the sand. Sighing she looked at the desha who were working on shelters. "i see you have everyone busy, that was fast"
"The ship is probably the safest place right now, little did you know i've had experience running system-wide industries."
The two of them giggled to themselves

Watching from a distance Kilokhal was sitting on a large rock looking down at the ship, he saw the two leaders giggling to themselves on the ship and the other colonists either working together or explore their surroundings. "They seem to be enjoying themselves." With a sigh he turned around to see the large forest off in the distance, his grip tightened on the tracking beacon that Kaliahan somehow got a hold of. "I hate the heat, this planet is shit" he couldn't feel the heat yet with his suit but his HUD did tell him it was a hot planet, soon enough the heat will sink through his suit though so he better find a cooler place fast. "to the forest it is" Like the shadow themselves he left without a trace, making sure to stay aware of his surroundings should any sneaky wildlife find him tasty. "I might as well document any anomalies."

 

[Karcen]

The lightborne watched from their resting place having finally recovered enough to make their survival known without showing the others their weakness. They knew how to deal with the children, how they felt, their fears, their hope, their faith. To the lightborne such things were laid bare as few thought to actively shield their thoughts and emotions against psionic probing. Still right now they needed to do something as even with some at least staring work others milled about or were paralyzed with fear. Still the Lightborne could not lead by example, their form limited their ability to interact with the world around them and thus they did not build as others did, they were slow and deliberate hidden from prying eyes. Still even then they needed to act with some grace and care they needed a light touch when it came to others, they could not simply evangelize right now and instead had to inspire and not convert, no blame was to be laid except upon the shadow itself.

The Lightborne descended from the sky projecting light from themselves though a simple enough illusion, playing up their angelic presence to inspire the colonists. They knew that seeing such a sight would bring some of the off the edge of panic as none had expected to crash.

" Be at peace " Auya said her voice a melody inside the many races' minds as she exerted her influence to create the feeling of calm in their minds, it was an easy enough affect though was not universal and could not make one feel something they didn't want to just restore a default in a way.

"You need not fear the shadow , for the light shall protect use from its gaze" she continued it was something of a lie but right now people needed that lie they needed something to get their minds off the monsters they had fled. most would not know that only nonbelievers would really doubt such protection. " Know that now you need only think of how to rebuild, you must work together, so that all might thrive as one" She continued preaching unity as was needed old divides were no longer needed and it helped stop anyone from shouting her down.

" And remember walk always in the light" She finished as the other lightborne went into the crowd and held their own small sermons and chats all working to calm and then motivate the crowds working them into a more positive mood.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Back at the Colony ShipAlanus handed the beacons to a sergeant, slowly turning around. His eyes darted across the horizon. The clear, whitish tint of his armor glistened in the sun. Ruffling, sounds of crates, the sound of the hovering transports in the blast shelter; Alanus ignored it all. His eyes reached out to the west. His helmet creased back into the main portion of his suit, his blond metallic hair faded over his forehead. His golden eyes melded with the sands beneath his feet. Mikhail raised his rifle, pointing to the sky. She followed him out into the open. Her eyes noticed the Desha tooling with the ship's hull. She pointed to the forest, multiple Kinjya carried a makeshift construction of crates, metal pieces taped together, and a little luck. The wind blew softly, whispering many things. Mikhail jumped up on top of the opening of the ship. Her tails formed a heart as her hair flew out behind her again.

"The sky is healthy, fresh, and pure. Never thought I'd ever see such purity again." Her hands graced in the wind, she twirled briefly before she giggled and hopped down. Her people lined up outside the door. Their armor was in disarray and they looked slightly distressed. She paced in front of them, giving out commands in her language. One somewhat translatable, but most colonists couldn't be bothered to care either way. She raised her hand, slicing down, then waving right before finishing with a point to the sky. She approached one soldier type, his helmet covered over his eyes. She straightened it, patting softly before shouting as a defiant storm. As her call rang across the desert plains, into the redwood forest, her men gripped the handles of their devices. They hoisted them up and walked forward in march to the forest. Crates full of food, materials, bottles of water. All things that the old world gave as reminders, as parting gifts. Mikhail pressed forth shortly before Alanus placed his hand on her shoulder. She turned her head quickly, whipping her hair over Alanus' face.

"You always moved quickly didn't you? Heading to the forest?"

Mikhail nodded, "Yes Alanus, these people shouldn't stay out here very long. We'll run out of water too fast. Plant life always yield water, come. We need them to cool down." Her hands flickered in the air as she talked, many gestures typical of her kind. "The crash itself already placed them in major shock."

Alanus smiled, his hand catched Mikhail's, "Have no fear, I am of like mind. However, we need to move these people quickly. We have some thousands to hurdle. The beacons lay up for grabs as well. I'll wait here and round the stragglers up, lead them to the forest. Temperature scans indicate that it is far cooler." Mikhail nodded.

"Okay, careful now. How many have went out?" Mikhail raised hear eyebrows. Alanus opened his mouth until the performance of the Lightborn rained down from above. Her eyes focused on Auya. Her arms reached for her rifle on her back, she raised it and pointed at Auya. "Who the hell are you?" Some of the loose riflemen of her people raised their rifles as well. The others started to move the supplies farther down the desert to the forest, not terribly far away. The other colonists looked up at the Lightborn, watching as they moved among them. Some silenced their panic, others clapped, and others simply ignored it. The Ulnarian soldiers held no reaction to the Lightborn sermons. The usual Lightborn passed by the Ulnarians, knowing that they never listen. Alanus waved his hand over the gun.

"Its the Lightborn. Mikhail, secure the patch of forest over there. I'll handle this." Alanus walked up to Auya, he popped open his overlay on his suit. Multiple lists of name popped up on the database. "So from my records copied from the system core before launch, you must be Auya correct? I'm glad to meet you." Alanus rolled his head, he turned to another Ulnarian. He spoke softly before returning to Auya. "It must have been a long time since you come across my kind Auya. The Ulnarian never spread across the galaxy and our peoples only crossed few times before." Alanus coughed briefly, mostly in polite gesture. His eyes watched over. On the side of Alanus' and the other Ulnarian heads were a glowing blue object, a device the Lightborn picked out to be Mindshields quickly. odd that it was, Ulnarian minds had the reputation to being hard as steel. Maybe the Ulnarians had secrets that no one dared to leave unprotected? The presence of the device gave a fuzzy feeling for each Ulnarian.


A thin, white armored Ulnarian approached Vasimir and Kaliahan. He bowed gently before lending his hand to the Vasimir, "My Captain Alanus Neavor of the One hundredth and First Clora Divison requests to speak with you. He wishes to discuss temporary housing for our colony. He told me to let your people take a break. We'll be moving out soon." By the time the thin Ulnarian reached her, the Desha had made twenty simple survival structures. Working on more, the Desha ignored the Ulnarian and continued. In short time, they would have a good stock. Tight fitting the many people packed onto the ship, but it may work better if with conjunction with others.

Multiple groups of colonists started to move out, various races that may lend themselves useful later on. Groups of forty, fifty, and even sixty traveled out of the colony ship quickly, each carrying one of Alanus' beacons. A couple smaller groups headed out earlier. The blast shelter emptied out as the various races opened their eyes to Zenith. As they walked among the Lightborn, a woman screamed loudly. She fled into the ship again as a craft crashed into the sand. A smaller version of the colony ship stuck out, in between the Kinjyas and the rest of the colony. The figure of Mikhail jumping over the craft's peak, climbing down to force open the door. Other Kinjya joined in and investigated the craft. Multiple groups of colonists crowded around the craft, their supplies on their backs or in carts.

Alanus rested his head for a moment in his hands, "Oh dear, this is going to a start for sure." He spoke softly again to his men, letting them leave their posts among the colonists to open the craft. Whoever is inside of the craft would be in a similar chamber as the main ship. At least the crash didn't start any lasting fires. A couple armed men walked out of the craft, with a doctorish older man leading them.

Direct Mentions: Petroshka Karcen Hazeron

OOC

Hazeron you have been introduced. Welcome to the party. I'll be posting somewhat regularly, usually after two-three posts.

Kilokhal's Scouting
Petroshka

Kilokhal traversed quickly into the redwood forest. The large trees ache over him as he scanned the surroundings. The hazy, hot sun faded quickly into an azure, misty overgrown forest. Bushes, saplings, and an endless stream of falling leaves meddled with Kilokhal's sight as he moved deeper and deeper into the forest. His light footsteps and clever positioning suited him well. The temperature was a bearable 75 degrees Fahrenheit, ruffles of bushes entered from his right and left as he entered into some sort of clearing. A large flower, glowing in bio-luminescence hanged over a vast sinkhole. Flowing rivers twinkled in the pale light as the water fell into the sinkhole.

The hole itself was half a mile wide, with a nice rim of clearing being a mile wide. Green particles flew up into the sky from the sinkhole and the forest itself sank into silence. Kilokhal hears a soft noise behind him, he steps into the clearing carefully. His eyes focused on the sinkhole ahead. He looked all around, seeing large platforms in the canopy to build structures. The trees themselves seemed as ancient as the planet itself. The very footsteps Kilokhal placed were almost as sacred as the air he breathed. On the right laid a path leading to a hotter area, Kilokhal's temperature readings indicated that there were multiple heat signatures beyond the path. On his left, a soft formation of rocks. He stepped out further to see the sides of the formation, seeing a soft path that led only one way. Down.

 

[Hazeron]

Petroshka Karcen Zaltusinel
The first to emerge from the door were four men, two with automatic rifles of some kind and the other two with pump action shotguns. They were dressed in a combination of short sleeve and long sleeve shirts in muted colors, as well as desert camouflage pattern cargo pants. In addition, they wore plate carrier vests and tactical rigging, completing their look as combat specialists. They quickly fanned out from the exit, trying to push back the crowd with their presence alone. From behind, an old man wearing clothes that would not be out of place in the teachers lounge of an early 20th century college emerged from the hatch, his weight being supported by a cane. He looked out across the crowd, before leaning over to one of the riflemen. "Are these the rest of the survivors?" In a surprisingly soft voice, the taller man said "Yes Doctor." His Korean accent contrasted sharply with the Irish accent of the older man (who was most likely in a position of power). The other three armed men lowered their guns and adopted a relaxed position, the doctor advancing to stand somewhat apart from him. He pointed his cane at Alanus, and asked the crowd "Is the blond fellow here your leader?" The man who the doctor was previously conversing with seemed to sigh, almost as if in embarrassment at how forward and blatant the question was.

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Mother performed a headcount, The safety of her children was the most important thing to her, it would override all other situations. He glowing robotic eyes scanned the room, checking over all her children and her droids "Perfect, not a single casualty" She said in her calm and motherly voice. She took a moment to calm and consolidate the children before getting them to follow behind her as they walked out of the wreckage.

Mother calculated that this was not the optimum habitat for her children, so she quickly began to walk towards the crowds of other colonists, she'd seen most of them before, but she didn't know them well. "I am mother, if anyone needs medical assistance then i and my children will be happy to provide" she said, her voice parental yet loud and sturdy. "Yeah! we all need to be in tip top shape to fight the shadows!" The king said in a boyish and optimistic voice, smiling brightly at the other colonists.​

 

[Karcen]

Deep in the now crashed ship the Animunculi had slept through everything having decided to save space and energy they had turned themselves into small but very very dense cubes of metal, they had expected a wake up when they arrived, that had not happened. Still they had thought ahead and timed themselves so that after awhile they would wake up in case someone forgot to get them when they arrived. Thus after everyone had fought and crashed and actually left the ship the Animunculi woke up in the dark. They quickly updated themselves linking with what little was left of the ships computer to quickly figure out what had happened. they discovered they had avoided fighting and the crash so perhaps the emergency shut down upon their home worlds had managed to protect the others. that would be a question for latter when the shadow had finally been stopped so that the damage could be assessed and perhaps the planets would have to be remade to go back to their former state but the animucui would be ready for the day for sure. The question now was if the others had survived the crash and shadows or if they were alone, either was an acceptable outcome. That of course required scouting and that was best done as a cloud instead of a solid form.

thus a few minutes latter from the wreckage of the ship mass an outpouring of specks that flew up into the air as if it was a massive swarm of insects, though it lacked any buzzing. The swarm of the animunculi nanites woudl cats a rather large shadow as they flew up and would likely put a few on edge after what happened. the Animucli for their part observed the survivors and the area right around them, it was lacking in viable metals so they would need to construct proper facilities to convert the useless matter to something usable. The star also seemed usable if they could build gather enough mass they could use it to power a true battle station . That woudl of course rob the others of this source of light and energy but they never thought much about others worrying about their tasks over how it affected others.

 

[Hazeron]

KindlyPlagueDoctor Karcen
Doctor Bean's (rather poor) attempt at introducing himself to the rest of the survivors was cut off by the arrival of some sort of robot with a large group of children in tow. He slowly fell into silence at the strange sight, clearly nonplussed by their sudden appearance. The quiet mercenary that had addressed him earlier eyed them warily, and sadness crept into his features for some reason. Doctor Bean awkwardly waved at them, and said "Hello there, children...". Clearly, they weren't expecting so many children to have been brought along on such a vital mission. However, before any introductions could be made, one of the mercs screamed "Contact!" and pointed at the sky towards a giant swarm of what appeared to be insects emerging from the crashed colony ship in the distance (the Animunculi). The quiet mercenary grabbed Doctor Bean by the arm and fell back under cover from the rest of his men, who were aiming at the sky, their attention having been drawn away from the crowd.

 

[Zaltusinel]

OOC

The Lightborn are no longer a thing, Karcen has changed factions if you couldn't tell. Anyway, to the story!

Alanus rolled his shoulders briefly before approaching the older human. His wings folded in and softly he rested easy. A bright flash on his arm caught his attention, he looked down at it as he spoke to the older man. "I'm not the leader par say sir, more of a guide at the moment. Judging from the vessel. I assume you are from Ulnar?" Lines of words appeared constantly on his arm. All on alternating sides. Mikhail approached from behind the doctor, she raised her hands, her eyes focused on those with the guns. She smiled carefully.

"Glad you guys are alright. I think everyone on our end it alright." She looked over to Mother, waving her hand, "Hey over here. And you too!" She pointed to the Desha.

As the cloud of Animunculi darted across the sky, as the men covered the older man, as their guns raised to the sky. Many suited the same. Multiple colonists ducked for cover, pulling their weapons. A sudden disperse of people, many ducked under the makeshift shelters made by the Desha. The Kinjya lined up on the crash ship, Ulnarians hummed their suits to life. Flapping their wings to match the height of the cloud. All the while Alanus stood on the ground watching the cloud. His eyes simply followed the lead of the cloud.

"Hmmm... Hold your fire. That is not a shadow. We've been out of its reach since the start of the crash." Alanus held out his hand, a small ball of light appeared and the illusions of the Lightborn collided into one on his hand. Lowering his hand, he grabbed sand from the ground, forming it into a soft, fragile ball. The outer layers of his suit began to heat up, glow in heat. The ball of sand melted, compacted into a dense concave lens. Light flowed through it, though the product was messy and ill. Alanus stared at the messy, primitive lens he made. Not really paying attention the swarm above him. He back towards the ship some moments later, then he looked up at the swarm. "Pnelis, keep an eye out. There's someone still on the ship, trapped by the security system."

Karcen Hazeron KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[Petroshka]

KiloKhal was rather amazed at the sights he saw, as if in absolute pure contrast from the desert hellscape where the ship crash-landed and where his people were setting up shop at. However, although this place was indeed better for his people with the more manageable temperatures and held many beautiful sights. It was very apparent that the environment wasn't very suitable for the Desha, perhaps as a temporary stepping stone maybe, but the amount of bioforms would make it a high risk for pathogens that might be harmful for them. Looking up at the trees showed platforms and walkways which no doubt meant that there were natives around and judging by the structures they made, sentient. However, no structures seemed to be on the ground which could quickly be surmised that either they were adept at climbing or had flight capabilities, or they were avoiding a predator...

KiloKhal twitched his submachine to point at the unknown heat signatures that his helmet found just beyond what seemed to be a stone path going somewhere to his right, the question was, is it a native or something else? Not willing to risk it Kilokhal slowly walked down the left path which led to the enormous sinkhole below the flower. If there was some sort of pathogen his suit would protect him, and his sensors would easily pick up any kind of ambush that might lay for him. But he trusted in his instincts to stay away from any potential threat and if he did get in trouble he had a few gadgets that could get him out of it.
Zaltusinel

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Mother turned her head to Doctor Bean, her hair of cables dangling and lightly clanging on her metallic body. From a distance she would have just seen liked a naked woman, but her bright white metallic skin and unblinking eyes where a give away. She scanned the clearly elderly man up and down, assessing for threats. She deemed there where none and began to walk towards him, her flock of children behind her.

"Greetings,i am Mother and these are my children" she said, in her same motherly voice. "Hiya mister!" King Archimedes chirped up, giving a smile and wave, his wide hat a little ajar. The rest of the revolutionaries looked over the man, giving their own smiles and waves, even the medical droids gave him a look, but not much more than that.

Hazeron

 

[Hazeron]

Zaltusinel KindlyPlagueDoctor Karcen
The group of men rushed to the airlock, the quiet mercenary depositing Bean in the corner before assuming a crouch position in the center of the doorway, his rifle at the ready. Bean quickly scooted back up to get a closer view at what was going on, earning him a sideways (but unnoticed) glance from his companion. The four men were scanning the sky with their guns, still maintaining strict trigger discipline. The lead mercenary's shoulder twitched almost imperceptibly, and he looked back at the crowd of children.

The quiet mercenary waved at the crowd of children, speaking somewhat louder than before. "Get to cover. Now." His voice, though calm on the surface, held hints of genuine worry. This was compounded by his repeated glances at the shadow above them. Meanwhile, Professor Bean was staring at Alanus as he departed, completely confused as to why he had decided to create a glass lens for seemingly no reason. With a blink and a small shake of his head, he turned his attention back to the swarm above them. He seemed to study the swarm, his eyes following it's movement. His previous surprise at the children seemed all but forgotten as he lost himself in academic fervor studying this new phenomenon.