SmokySmile
Double-blade Darling
from Call is coming from Inside the House
Since: Mar, 2019
Relationship Status: Hoping Senpai notices me
Enirboreh
AKA Nixer
from the domain of infinite floof.
Since: Jul, 2015
Relationship Status: Non-Canon
#3: Mar 27th 2019 at 5:09:37 AM
Have a thing.
-throws thing-
- Name: Maxine "Max" Campbell
- Age: 26
- Race: Human
- Profession: Scrapper. Max takes in junk and either resells it or adds it onto her own ship. She's also a damn good mechanic and a halfway-decent pilot on top of that, so she tends to flit between those three roles.
- Flight Frame: The Bugrat. An old mining
◊ ship
◊ that was later retrofitted into a cargo ship which was then even later retrofitted into an all-round scavenger vessel by Max. Bought off at an auction for a ridiculously small sum of money (the thing had three-quarters of a hull and two and a half thrusters), Max has turned it into an absolute mess of scavenged parts and armour plates that actually makes it a remarkable stealth vessel since it often resembles a floating mass of space junk anyhow. Appearances fool, however, as The Bugrat is actually equipped with a wide array of highly advanced tech—including some of the Empire's infamous weaponry. This weaponry also includes a pair of plasma launchers, an old mining laser, two rocket launchers, and a makeshift flare mechanism that launched unusable junk.
- Equipment:
- Universal Wrench – Model 500: Also known as the Uni-Wrench 500, this particular model of wrench is an outmoded tool now only available on the black market tool for those unable to purchase the (admittedly excessively priced) newer models of uni-tool. Although a commonly seen item in the scrapper community, the so-called 500s (so as to differentiate them from their modern counterparts) are often personalized and altered to fit the individuality of the scrapper in question. Max is incredibly fond of her own, and its innate ability of size adjustment plus its added function of being able to swap heads with other uni-tools makes it both a versatile piece of equipment and a useful weapon. The tool also has an electromagnetic-return function, which enables Max to readily call the thing into her grip by using receptors in her gloves.
- Personal Gravity Boots: Despite the name, these technically only work on metallic surfaces. Once again of an older model, these boots are not context-sensitive like their later variants and do not automatically activate when the user steps on a usable surface—having to be manually turned on by usage of switches on either side of each boot. However, they do have the ability to launch their user from one metallic surface to another by a burst of electromagnetic energy, which is built up according to how long the user has been walking across a metallic surface beforehand. This feature is not in later models for health and safety reasons, and indeed this is also the cause of many boots overheating and burning out on their wearer's feet (something Max has suffered a few times before herself).
- Nanotech: Microscopic machines that are primarily used for reconstruction. In Max's case, she owns the healing variety—either by consuming the things in the form of a liquid or injecting them straight into her bloodstream, these little robots can quickly knit back together most fresh injuries (though burns and scar tissue is a little bit beyond the commercially sold variety). Because of her nature, Max usually keeps a surplus of this both on her person and in her ship, ready to be used at a moment's notice. That and her dislike of hospitals prevents her from getting any other help anyway.
- The Boominator: A backup weapon that looks suspiciously like a modified ship engine with a trigger attached. Whenever fired, it expels a powerful blast of concentrated kinetic force and plasma, but burns out after only one shot at a time. This weapon is rarely used by Max, relying on it only in the case of emergencies due to the fact that it's powered by the same energy cores as her ship. Plus the fact that it's about as heavy as a fully grown Alsatian.
- Magic: N/A.
- History: Originating from a small colony of scavengers, Max was raised in the family profession of scrapping and mechanics from a very young age. Soon becoming a skilled scrapper by her own right—bargaining for her own ship and reconstructing it from the wreck it had been left in all by herself—her life soon turned sour once the Empire's reach extended to their little corner of the galaxy and promptly enslaved it. With her and a large amount of the local scrapper community caught by the Empire and forced to work for their own gains, Max found her short-lived sense of freedom stagnated by the mandatory collection runs and morally grey actions she had to undertake in order not to infuriate the Empire and get her and her family killed in the process. Managing to convince them that outfitting her ship with their common technology would be a better compromise instead of replacing it entirely (claiming that it'd "help confuse the enemy"), Max somehow managed to carve out her own scrapper career on the side with a lot of close calls and an insane amount of trickery. Still, she's obligated to return to the Empire vessel on a regular basis to drop off her findings, and she's only ever allowed to keep a small portion of whatever profit she makes—effectively rendering her broke by this point. Known for her tendency of hanging around in the hangar area and sleeping in her ship, Max can appear somewhat crude and simple-minded at times, but this superficial assumption is exactly the reason why she's managed to keep herself alive all this time.
- Personality: A somewhat aloof, yet kindhearted and friendly individual. Max always has a cheerful grin and a bouncy aura about her, but this initial external appearance is in fact an exaggerated form of her relatively quiet and low-key personality. Max can in fact be very thoughtful regarding the important things just as much as she is technological systems, and she isn't afraid to act with benevolence and sensitivity towards people when needed—though still managing to be relatively closed off herself. Max can lack a little in perception of events but is always ready to leap into action; rarely vocalizing her plans due to the fact that she mostly relies on improvisation anyway. Experience as a scrapper has left her remarkably well-spoken and excellent in regards to persuasion, but unlike some of her rougher counterparts she never strays from honesty unless the ones in question are as corrupt as the Empire themselves. Private yet open to socialization, Max is always ready to offer her services to whomever needs it, and if it involves getting a sneaky one-up on the Empire then she'll be on board with even greater enthusiasm. A relatively straightforward person, Max doesn't want to bother herself with the matter of dealing with her own insecurities or other such weaknesses—and while this emotional bottling can catch up to her from time to time, it does its job in making her exceptionally hard to break psychologically. Unless nobody's around to watch, of course.
- Appearance: 5'9",
◊ often unkempt and grinning like a maniac for it. Clearly has no regard for her appearance, has seemingly only one outfit on hand and has a distinct smell of oil and grease about her. Never lets her disdain for the Empire show outwardly unless they cross that invisible fine line. Almost always seen equipped with her wrench.
Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 27th 2019 at 1:11:59 PM
bork
EchoingSilence
Since: Jun, 2013
Kepler-7
A Squid
Since: Apr, 2015
Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
#5: Mar 27th 2019 at 6:33:20 PM
- Name: Thomas
- Age: 22
- Race: Fangilian, or as some call them, Fangs (ironic due to their lack of teeth). Fangs, at first, seem to be quadripedal, but are actually capable of standing on their hind legs. Their arms are relatively long and their hands have three fingers and two thumbs on each side. They seem to be composed of an almost moss-like (maybe even sea sponge-like) substance, usually green and without any visible features. They don't have mouths (they eat by absorbing materials into their skin and dissolving them), instead communicating via sign language, though some choose to have vocabulator masks to speak with. They have large eyes, though they are hidden behind a thin layer of their moss-skin. This doesn't actually impede their sight, but it does make it hard to see which direction they are looking. Most people are find it unnerving to speak with them due to the lack of direct eye contact and their silence. With the ones with vocabulators, others find their synthesized voices equally unnerving.
- Profession: He serves equally as a sort of soldier and a sort of diplomat (though serving under the Lich Vainglorious mostly means communication with alien species inevitably ends with conflict). As a soldier, he serves mostly as an enforcer for both natives on planets and even for the crew themselves (despite his secret hatred of the Empire). As a diplomat he doesn't actually do much besides threaten people, though he's not below peace.
- Flight Frame: His flight frame resembles a starship, except with multiple limbs protruding from it. Actually, it more resembles an octopus than a starship, in a way. It's good at combat but also allows for boarding and taking other pilots alive. It's equipped with plasma blasters on the outside of its limbs and a sharp 'beak' that can break through most other ships. Also good for grabbing materials out of the air/space.
- Equipment: Thomas carries a plasma cannon, a large rifle that takes a couple seconds to fire but launches a large blast that can severely burn its victims. He also carries two side pistols, one loaded with actual ammunition and the other with paralyzers. He also wears a vocabulator around his neck that allows for him to speak audibly, though he knows both his own language and other common sign languages, mostly those used by humans.
- Magic: He doesn't know much, but he can generally produce small fires and understands certain words like 'open' (which sometimes works as 'unlock') and 'quiet'.
- History: Thomas, while a Fangilian, was also partially raised by humans. A group of humans helped care for orphan Fangs on their homeworld. The humans were much more compassionate than the average Fang parent, since the Fangs' culture generally doesn't promote familial bonds. Fangilians mature at a young age, and soon Thomas left his human caretakers and became the Fangs' equivalent to a police officer (except their duties also include settling minor disputes themselves). Soon enough, though, the Empire appeared over Fangilian space, enslaving most. Most of the people in Tom's profession, including himself, were 'reeducated' and turned into loyalty officers, whose job is to essentially root out traitors and report them to the Empire as a whole. Thomas, though, never fully fell for the Empire's promises and often wasn't the best loyalty officer, though the Empire never caught on to him. Outwardly, though, he does his best to act like a patriotic Empire officer, ever vigilant to treasonous activities.
- Personality: Most of the time he appears a stoic, stone-faced officer who often recites guidelines that every Empire citizen should follow. Actually, he is a laid-back, calm person, often willing to forgive and cooperate with others. He doesn't speak excessively (though he signs much more), and when he does speak it tends to sound clipped and neutral, though this is partially his vocabulator's synthetic voice. He's not much of a leader, but he does take orders very easily and finds it less of a struggle to simply not disagree with people. He speaks many languages, allowing him communication with various alien species. He's proud of his heritage and does not take insults to his race or culture well.
- Appearance: A sort of monkey-ish, dog-ish look all at once (it's hard to look at). His skin resembles the outside of a sea sponge, with small holes dotted throughout and light green in color. His eyes aren't visible to most species without superb eyesight, nor does he possess a mouth or ears (though he still hears). There are small lines of dark green along his side. His hands have three fingers and two thumbs, one on each side.
Edited by Kepler-7 on Mar 27th 2019 at 6:34:25 AM
AtlasStratus
Knight Cheesebeam
from Frouphut, 1337 Impossible Avenue
Since: Feb, 2016
Relationship Status: In bed with a green-skinned space babe
Taco
Since: Jan, 2001
#7: Mar 27th 2019 at 7:58:01 PM
- Name: Stras 9-mil
- Age: 28
- Race: Human
- Profession: Marine. Specializes as a sapper and boarder.
- Flight Frame: Tick Tock
is an extremely small Flight Frame, more powered armor than a real mech. It stands eight feet tall and is heavily plated to resist kinetic and energetic attacks, but mostly relies on externally mounted rocket verniers that can detach and camouflage themselves once Stras has boarded her target and doesn't need it. Tick Tock's hands are actual gauntlets that give Stras fine motor control so she mostly uses man-portable gear but the armor has a pair of grappling hook guns integrated in the forearms as well as a basic heads-up display and a communication rig.
- Equipment:
- An Ironleaf Foundry trench knife with a solid metal blade and punching-head
- Quick-set coagulant spray to seal up any wounds until she can get real help
- An Innes-Peterson Saw With Internal Thermite Combustion Head, a circular saw that uses thermite to carve straight through the hulls of spaceships or slice through airlocks for boarding.
- A pair of self-assembling pistols that sit inert in their constituent parts until they magnetically assemble into her hands when necessary.
- The Smith-Northstar Multi-Theater Movement Suite is a set of ten-foot tentacles worn on a little rig from her back that connects to her nervous system, strong enough to drag her along and grab objects from a distance but without lethal force.
- Camping/squatting gear - A sleeping bag, water purifier tabs, and a flashlight.
- Magic: The word of Life allows Stras to heal and maintain objects with a touch. She can't just do it casually, she's pretty bad at it, but she can at least do it.
- History: Stras is yet another one of the many orphans the Empire made of itself, with her birth creche left drifting in the void of her destroyed space station home. She got lucky, though, and she got nabbed by a gang of space pirates. She had a onesie with her name, STRAS, on it, but she only got a "cool surname" instead of a real one. The pirates were surprisingly good at raising a kid, and she ended up as a vicious little hellion and a talented marine... until this family also got obliterated by an Imperial raid. She wasn't sure how many survived, but she didn't have the luxury to check before she left with Tick Tock and little else. She decided to stow away on one of these ships from the crackdown in order to lay low and maybe figure out a plan, but things sort of got out of hand and she ended up staying on board way longer than she thought she would, through a transfer of unit and, apparently, a coup. Bad luck there, but she planned to take full advantage.
- Personality: Very concerned with decadence and comfort, Stras is a thief and a scumbag who takes the direct route to taking whatever she wants. With everything she does against conventional society disrupting the Empire she figures basically anything is fair game, which makes her either horribly rude and entitled or outright cruel. Not that she isn't dour, she's just greedy and violent.
- Appearance: Stras treats herself
◊ and dresses in the latest fashions and tries to let it show. Mechanically-assisted power armor has kept her a lot chubbier than most professional asskickers.
JumpingFruit
An Ordinary Oddball
from R'lyeh
Since: Feb, 2018
Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Routeferret
from ur mum's place
Since: Dec, 2016
Relationship Status: Dancing with Captain Jack Harkness
Routeferret
from ur mum's place
Since: Dec, 2016
Relationship Status: Dancing with Captain Jack Harkness
#10: Mar 28th 2019 at 1:20:25 AM
- Name: Carbin Wallace
- Age: 25
- Race: Human
- Profession: Mecha Pilot and Engineer
- Flight Frame: Hercules - A flight frame made to transport medical supplies which Corbin converted into an attack mecha.
- Equipment: Carbin carries the following at all times:
- A first aid kit
- Power tools
- Motor oil
- A collection of blueprints
- Scrap metal
- Magic: N/A
- History: Carbin grew up as an upper class citizen in Japan. He was doing well in his life, and decided to make it more exciting by setting out on his own adventure. However, a list of events ended up in him ending up in the events of the roleplay.
- Personality: Carbin is rather intelligent and creative, but can be introverted and sometimes gets depressed.
- Appearance: Carbin has dark brown hair and fair skin. He often wears a completely black clothing; the same black collared shirt, black trousers, and black shoes.
Edited by Routeferret on Mar 28th 2019 at 7:52:47 PM
EchoingSilence
Since: Jun, 2013
JumpingFruit
An Ordinary Oddball
from R'lyeh
Since: Feb, 2018
Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
#12: Mar 31st 2019 at 5:57:03 PM
- Name: One-Who-Cleaves-The-Sky-In-Twain (But please, call him "Sky" if that's too long. He doesn't particularly mind.)
- Age: 25
- Race: Sky is one of the Aellan from a small, unnamed planet. It possesses an odd fae beauty which is only matched by its unforgiving survival conditions and the ferocity of its storms, so all Aellan are extremely hardy and resistant to most poisons and sicknesses, in addition to having wings for riding out the storms and clawed feet for fighting off predators. An Artifact there affected how the Aellan evolved, granting them extra proficiency with magic and antler-like horns to channel it with. Much of Aellan culture is built upon cooperation, mysticism, and scholasticism for the sake of survival. An interesting fact about them is that they have extremely light-sensitive eyes which grant them nightvision, but hamper them in daylight. Therefore, they mostly use their vibration-sensitive horns to feel out their surroundings instead. They are omnivorous scavengers and are able to regenerate their horns if they are ever damaged.
- Profession: Scholar/Mage/Scout/Field Medic (In descending order of proficiency)
- Flight Frame: The Gryphon Harrier is a small, sleek vessel designed to have wings that fold up like a bird's when not in use. It has small living quarters, which makes more room for the comparatively larger cargo hold. Two plasma guns are mounted on each wing and a bigger, heavy-duty railgun is mounted on the roof of this faithful vessel.
- Equipment: A backpack, several spare changes of clothes, various survival tools/supplies (including a single falchion—hey, fighting helps one survive), several medkits, and some carved wooden scrolls on various scholarly topics (including one that is his family's heirloom; it holds various information on spells and such that have been compiled through the ages)
- Magic:
- {Storm}: The most powerful spell that Sky knows, and the most draining. Using it can conjure up devastating storms of rain or snow (the magnitude of which matches the ferocity of his native planet), but that is rarely practical in many situations. Instead, Sky mainly uses the weaker variations of the word to summon water, freeze things, and generate bursts of electricity. Combining it with {Fire} (or attempting to, at any rate) is ill-advised.
- {Fire}: This medium-powered spell allows Sky to throw around fireballs, manipulate existing flames, or become resistant to extreme heat. He has to choose one of the three since he hasn't figured out how to combine the effects of this spell yet.
- {Move}: This variably-powered spell allows Sky to chuck things around as if he had telekinesis, or simply unleash a blast of force. To his delight, the telekinesis works on himself, so he can use it to accelerate himself in battle. Its drain is proportional to the weight of the object he is trying to pick up.
- {Grow}: This is a spell that Sky has only recently learned, so it is quite weak. It slowly accelerates nearby plant growth or speeds up the healing/repair of still-living tissue a little (and everything has to be aligned right or the healing will go awry). It obviously does not work on non-living things.
- History:
- Sky's planet was raided by the Emperor Vainglorious, who was in search of the Artifact on it. The Aellan tried to fight back as best as they could, but their planet's unforgiving nature did nothing against the technology employed in the Emperor's soldiers' armor and supplies, and ended up working against them instead in a crucial moment.
- The Aellan ended up captured and enslaved, being grilled for their knowledge of the mystic arts. Sky was one such Aellan, but he amused his captors with jokes and gibes so much so that they granted him various jobs and better living conditions.
- Sky works to rule as much as he can without getting caught, and also tries to mislead his interrogators about magic by professing its "theoretical" nature. He would take any opportunity to escape, but if only it were that simple...
- Personality: Sky is quite a jokey and roguish fellow, but is seen as likable because of it. He often acts stupid only to shock with some pithy comment later. Rarely does he show his vulnerable side, as he's learned quickly to never show any weakness while in the Emperor's service. However, he's determined to help out whomever he can in these trying times.
- Appearance: Sky is pretty short, being only four feet tall and all that. He has long black hair that he ties in two low pigtails and yellow birdlike eyes. He wears a long grey tunic with a red sash around his waist and baggy black pants gathered at the "knees." Most notably, he has a pair of wings that humans might vaguely recognize as a falcon's, with legs to match, and a long, sinuous tail tufted with feathers all along its length. He has two pairs of black horns that point straight up from the middle of his head—the ones in the back are 5 in. long and the ones in the front are 3 in. long. When he is casting spells, the bands on his horns light up with a bluish light.
- Etc:
- Sky can play flutes and panpipes very well, as well as sing.
- His name comes from his ability to fly so fast it looks like he is "cleaving the sky in twain" according to his peers.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Apr 20th 2019 at 6:35:01 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
NickTheSwing
Since: Aug, 2009
#13: Apr 2nd 2019 at 1:48:36 AM
- Name: (Former) Lord Nollan Adkhine
- Age: 25
- Race: Human
- Profession: Umbral Mage
- Flight Frame: He uses a very distinct looking Frame - the "Hel-Atlas Elucidator", which, befitting its name, is a Large and in Charge war machine outfitted to compliment his abilities as a Mage. It has two tremendous shoulder guards outfitted with a number of outward facing blades and what looks like a red eye at the center, connected to the main body by compressed, mobile cables. Its head has a skull-shaped guard over a visor geared profile and a connecting mouthguard-shaped piece connecting to the skull shaped "helmet". The whole machine is tightly armored, and its hands resemble claws. Its legs proceed down from a fauld shaped design equipped with boosters to lend quick acceleration.
- Equipment:
- The War-Staff "Balthamel": A large bladed staff, equipped with what looks like a bright red core at the middle of four long blades that twist together at the conjoining point, forming one wicked drill-like blade. Amplifies and enhances spells used by the pilot.
- Force Field Shields: Employed by the shoulder guards, the shields can be employed either in the standard defensive manner, or by combining them with the sharp blades and abrading foes on contact.
- Chest Mounted Cannon: A large and powerful chest mounted cannon is mounted on the center of the machine.
- Electro-Scythe: A hidden weapon mounted on the left arm, it can let a small scythe flip forward, capable of disabling enemies if it hits a certain spot.
- Magic: Owing to his new allegiance, he makes use of Dark and tainted magic, granted by a contract - depicted in a scar upon his back.
- Khaos' Magic:
- Vengeful Darkness: Damages foes more heavily when they have harmed him in some way.
- Shadow Shield: Forms a powerful shield of darkness.
- Destructive Sphere: Seeks out the source of the user's animus and explodes violently.
- Karma Reprisal: Returns the foe's bad karma and corruption by externalizing it. This spell punishes wrongdoers, while sparing the truly innocent
- Silmarul's Magic:
- Organic Decay: Creates a cloud of vile mist that eats away at organic matter. A hazard to him as much as his foe.
- Mutative Touch: Lets him give the dark gift of Silmarul - the mutation / mutilation of the flesh. Typically creates large and deadly mutants.
- Corrosion Burst: A dark blast that eats away at anything in its path - this does not stop for some time, requiring either mad disregard or careful planning.
- History:
- Nollan started off as a meager young lordling from a wealthy family - they lived in a sort of Feudal Future society, knowledge of the Lich only coming in when it was already too late to run. Nollan was known as a bookish heir, and his father always preferred his younger brother Alton. There was however no choice in the matter - when the Emperor's forces streamed through, his family was killed in the course of resistance. Nollan wound up seeing his father and mother dragged out, tortured, and killed, and his younger brother enslaved.
- It can be understood seeing this at around the age of seventeen did unkind things to his mind. He became convinced he must fight against this tyrant from space, and formed a rebel group. Usually, this would be a point where the plucky rebels score victory...but this isn't that story. His rebel group was destroyed, he was only barely able to escape, and his people blamed him for bringing chaos and the attention of the Emperor back to their colony.
- He fought several more times, but ultimately was left broken, alive, but barely conscious on a foreign world he barely knew anything of. He dragged himself deep into a cave, and this is where he met his newfound patrons - beings that said they despised Vainglorious as much as he did. He remembered the deaths of his parents, and even as monstrous as these Dark Gods may be, he needed them to avenge his family, his peoples' honor, and everyone he'd fought alongside.
- He figured, let the Dark Gods whisper of their ancient feuds - let them scheme and plan out destinies. He would make use of their power whenever needed to avenge his family.
- Personality: The key word for Nollan is desperation - in his view, the mundane and the natural has utterly failed to get him closer to revenge for the deaths of his family. And he would give ANYTHING for liberating his home. Springing from this is a bottomless well of rage against Vainglorious; such that he can drag himself to his feet even after he should be laying in a heap. For all that he makes use of the power of the Dark Gods, he only offers unto them just enough to keep them happy. He has no longing for the position of Scion or other high position - he just wants enough authority to bring ruin to that vile Lich. Despite his affiliation, he seems to feel that just because his underlings are part and parcel in his revenge, that does not mean he has to treat them terribly. He may well be one of the first to profess to worship Dark Gods who treats his men with decency and respect. As far as he's concerned, its not pragmatic to randomly treat your own people badly. Just as well however, he's not terribly concerned with what may happen after the Lich is destroyed. "Let the Dark Gods do their bidding, so long as my home and family are avenged. I would squelch my own soul for that."
- Appearance: Dressed in the Powered Armor of an Umbral Mage / General, he seems to be going for some sort of samurai-like aesthetic though with several purple and red crystals embedded in his armor. These seem to be to help with his spells. Under the armor, he's a surprisingly handsome if sullied man...though his good looks are rather diluted by the fact Silmarul's Blessing has an interesting take on healing wounds. He's rather pale by now, and usually carries a sword and staff with him.
- Etc:
(I'll finish this in the morning)
Edited by NickTheSwing on Apr 3rd 2019 at 11:37:03 AM
Total posts: 13

In a time before any races current memories there existed a space faring race only referred to as the Travelers, who were said to have touched every corner of the known universe and left a great many artifacts behind. As the legend goes once they had mapped out everything of interest they journeyed to the center of the universe itself, leaving behind a trail of breadcrumbs in the form of there artifacts. Most who know the legend believe they did this so that one day others would follow in their footsteps and join them in the Center to share in their wealth of knowledge.
However whether that was the truth or not hardly mattered, for the one to first find the artifacts was a soul twisted by malice and the desire to live forever in a perfect body, the Emperor of the Nexus Void, the immortal Lich Vainglorious. Aboard the artifact ship the Momento Mori he travels the universe in search of the artifacts, taking them to open up the pathways that will lead him closer to the center of the galaxy, burning entire star systems to fuel his malicious intent.
One day however one of the many ships in Empire's fleet lands on a near deserted world and discover the treasure of a life time, a Traveler vessel containing an A.I. with the knowledge of every single key artifact, a direct line to the center of the universe and the secrets of the Travelers. For their own reasons the 'workers' (read: slaves or slightly above such) who discover the vessel decide to take it as their own and reach the center of the universe themselves to keep the power out of the hands of the immortal Emperor.
Along the way they will be hounded endlessly by the uncountable armies of the Empire, face dangers while solving the puzzles left behind the guard the artifacts from the unworthy, and approach ever closer to the mystery of the Travelers and a secret that will change the fate of everything.
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A screen flickers to life, and upon it an impossibly handsome man dressed in an elaborate blue and gold outfit appeared, offering a smile devoid of warmth. "Do you really think you can oppose me? I have burned countless worlds for my ambitions, seen the destruction of thousands of rebels to claim what I want." the screen began to flicker and dance with static as the mans beautiful face began to fade to reveal a white skull with red light burning from its eye sockets.
"My armies are countless," the screen changed, showing thousands of beings covered in black armor marching across the face of a world, aiming their weapons forward in a threatening stance.
"My Flight Frames are lightyears beyond what any other force could put forward," in the depths of space humanoid machines carrying a variety of weapons flew forward, surrounded by fighter ships clashing with another force, carving through them as if their enemies were made of paper.
"And my magics?" a group of hooded figures stood in a circle, chanting in the dead language of the ancients. From the circle hideious monsters appeared, screaming their fury into the world.
"Well," the screen flickered back to the skull faced man, his jaw set in an unliving smile. "Maybe it would be better to just surrender, in the name of the great Vainglorious know that you will be destoyed."
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So, are you up to the task?
Edited by Kingxana0 on Mar 27th 2019 at 3:30:44 AM