LeeRoy said
LeeRoy does consider it, again, he doesn't care.Pain is a warning sign to prevent you from dying, LeeRoy doesn't die, so pain doesn't scare him.I have thought this out, a lot.ALSO WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FACE, SERIOUSLY:K
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He must have never considered the double edge sword of not dying.
Pain.
Kind of the reason why hell is bad. :K
Pain.
Kind of the reason why hell is bad. :K
You'd think he would just surrender against such odds. :p
The sound of fighting and shouting mixed with screams were rampant as Shenestra moved with a shadows grace to the walls. Still residing within her pocket dimension; a hyperspace between now and then, the Mystan’s were blissfully ignorant of her existence. She recognized that most of the defenders had assembled on the west side. The explosion from earlier the work of demolitions tasked in creating a hole in the wall while the assault team entered at a different point. By now they had no doubt succeeded in their task, otherwise Shenestra would have heard otherwise. Rescaling the walls and exiting the town proper was uneventful, as most of the violent constructs had gathered at the bottle neck. Reverie allowed her to push past her injures until she reached the Nemesis drop ship. Once she reached the site, she was slightly surprised that she had arrived first.
She had not long to wait for the rest however. Soon several armored and armed figures reappeared seemingly from nowhere gathering at the bash of drop-ship's ramp. The unit leader stopping before Shenestra as the others quickly entered the ship. A smaller and limp figure with a bang drawn over his head between two cultists.
"I trust you met no complication?" She voiced with a dreary tone.
"None." Came the simple reply. He tilted his head. "And you?"
"Nothing I could not handle."
Then turning and ascending the ramp without further elaboration. Once the last of them had vanished within the Nemesis, the dark fey leader turned back observing his immediate surroundings. "If you say so." He muttered to no one in particular, before following his fellows. With their prize now in toe, Rarenrar Tlabbar had reason to feel somewhat elated. The first step in a long journey to end a tyranny of an empire and save their kind and countless others had only just begun.
The ship rose steadily into the air with a dull thrumming hum that sent scraps of metal and debris flying. Finally it rose higher and faster before shooting skyward into the midnight mantle above.
She had not long to wait for the rest however. Soon several armored and armed figures reappeared seemingly from nowhere gathering at the bash of drop-ship's ramp. The unit leader stopping before Shenestra as the others quickly entered the ship. A smaller and limp figure with a bang drawn over his head between two cultists.
"I trust you met no complication?" She voiced with a dreary tone.
"None." Came the simple reply. He tilted his head. "And you?"
"Nothing I could not handle."
Then turning and ascending the ramp without further elaboration. Once the last of them had vanished within the Nemesis, the dark fey leader turned back observing his immediate surroundings. "If you say so." He muttered to no one in particular, before following his fellows. With their prize now in toe, Rarenrar Tlabbar had reason to feel somewhat elated. The first step in a long journey to end a tyranny of an empire and save their kind and countless others had only just begun.
The ship rose steadily into the air with a dull thrumming hum that sent scraps of metal and debris flying. Finally it rose higher and faster before shooting skyward into the midnight mantle above.
Upon reaching the floor that lead to the ships on board Laboratorium, the system emitted a dull ping shortly followed by the doors sliding apart with a sigh. Five figures sprung out from the elevator quickly setting up a defensive perimeter around the doors creating a half circle. A moment later a slightly shorter figure then the hulking Nas’Gaduran warriors followed with calm purposeful strides. Despite his shorter stature he carried himself with an air of self-certainty befitting a man of the Cardinals rank and stature. Dark eyes cast about his surroundings, spotting a familiar gleam from one of the many threads scattered about the ship.
He walked forward briskly and the men accompanying him arranged themselves about him in a proactive guard. Not that he needed their assistance, but it helped to keep up appearances. Baltu would have no doubt urged him to take a few along anyway. Though he would have likely have advised for more to be one the safe side. His second in command was a capable man, but was a surprisingly over cautious fellow. A not all together bad trait in the grand scheme of things. Still if this so called immortal could not handle a few Ryllan soldiers then he was simply not worth the Cardinals time.
"Mi'lord, scanners reveal the target has not moved from his last position." Khazna easily overheard Baltu's voice over the communication rely built into his mask. Khazna nodded his head in understanding, though Baltu was not present to see the gesture.
"Very well, then we have him trapped." He grim smile playing on his lips. "I wonder how I dear guest will escape his predicament."
" Lord...are you sure you need deal with the filth directly, it would be easier to just-"
"Enough, if I wanted your opinion I would have asked." Besides there is something I need to confirm...
"Of course my Lord. The hall leading to his location is around the next bend."
The unit paused as they came to the turn, the point man peering around the corner quickly before giving the signal that it was clear. It was but a single man, but the stock discipline of the Ryllan soldiery took the threat seriously all the same. The door leading to the laundry chamber was down a fairly wide corridor some 12 feet across, with the only cover being on the form of steel ribs jutting out from the sides of the hall at every seven foot interval. The guards went into a tight skirmish line as they quickly leapfrogged from rib to rib as they closed in on the door their traget hid behind.
The Cardinal for his part simply walked calmly forward down the center of the hallway. When two men pressed against either side of the sealed door the group paused from behind cover as they trained their weapon on the entrance. At least 13 feet from the doorway off to its left Khazna regarded the strands of thread woven around the doorway and beyond spotting several shatter points.
Then as casually as if he was addressing a neighbor down the street on the state of the day’s weather, he spoke. "To the one known as LeeRoy." He shouted as if tasting the name. His inbuilt translator using the dialect English this man seemed native to. "You are asked but once to surrender yourself immediately into the custody of the Angar-Rylla Empire. You have committed an act of anarchy against the God-Emperor. Of which you have earned the penalty of death, however, should you surrender yourself now without delay or resistance you may find mercy yet. Your ship is detained, you a trapped in a room we can just as easily eject into cold space where we can destroy you at our leisure, and you are hopelessly outnumbered. You have no hope of escape, there is after all only one reasonable choice left to you. Submit. You have ten seconds."
Khazna smiled and waited for the man’s replay. The space ejection was untrue, but the man had no way of knowing that. The rest however was as plain and true as the moons of Angar-Rylla. They could easily kill the man, or at least test just how immortal he was. But such would be a waste. If he was a spy there would be more to gain by taking him alive if possible.
"Do you think he will really submit?" Baltu piped in over the comm channel.
"If he is half as smart as he claims..." He merely shrugged. “We will see wont we?
He walked forward briskly and the men accompanying him arranged themselves about him in a proactive guard. Not that he needed their assistance, but it helped to keep up appearances. Baltu would have no doubt urged him to take a few along anyway. Though he would have likely have advised for more to be one the safe side. His second in command was a capable man, but was a surprisingly over cautious fellow. A not all together bad trait in the grand scheme of things. Still if this so called immortal could not handle a few Ryllan soldiers then he was simply not worth the Cardinals time.
"Mi'lord, scanners reveal the target has not moved from his last position." Khazna easily overheard Baltu's voice over the communication rely built into his mask. Khazna nodded his head in understanding, though Baltu was not present to see the gesture.
"Very well, then we have him trapped." He grim smile playing on his lips. "I wonder how I dear guest will escape his predicament."
" Lord...are you sure you need deal with the filth directly, it would be easier to just-"
"Enough, if I wanted your opinion I would have asked." Besides there is something I need to confirm...
"Of course my Lord. The hall leading to his location is around the next bend."
The unit paused as they came to the turn, the point man peering around the corner quickly before giving the signal that it was clear. It was but a single man, but the stock discipline of the Ryllan soldiery took the threat seriously all the same. The door leading to the laundry chamber was down a fairly wide corridor some 12 feet across, with the only cover being on the form of steel ribs jutting out from the sides of the hall at every seven foot interval. The guards went into a tight skirmish line as they quickly leapfrogged from rib to rib as they closed in on the door their traget hid behind.
The Cardinal for his part simply walked calmly forward down the center of the hallway. When two men pressed against either side of the sealed door the group paused from behind cover as they trained their weapon on the entrance. At least 13 feet from the doorway off to its left Khazna regarded the strands of thread woven around the doorway and beyond spotting several shatter points.
Then as casually as if he was addressing a neighbor down the street on the state of the day’s weather, he spoke. "To the one known as LeeRoy." He shouted as if tasting the name. His inbuilt translator using the dialect English this man seemed native to. "You are asked but once to surrender yourself immediately into the custody of the Angar-Rylla Empire. You have committed an act of anarchy against the God-Emperor. Of which you have earned the penalty of death, however, should you surrender yourself now without delay or resistance you may find mercy yet. Your ship is detained, you a trapped in a room we can just as easily eject into cold space where we can destroy you at our leisure, and you are hopelessly outnumbered. You have no hope of escape, there is after all only one reasonable choice left to you. Submit. You have ten seconds."
Khazna smiled and waited for the man’s replay. The space ejection was untrue, but the man had no way of knowing that. The rest however was as plain and true as the moons of Angar-Rylla. They could easily kill the man, or at least test just how immortal he was. But such would be a waste. If he was a spy there would be more to gain by taking him alive if possible.
"Do you think he will really submit?" Baltu piped in over the comm channel.
"If he is half as smart as he claims..." He merely shrugged. “We will see wont we?
Schradinger said
Are you guys still open for new characters? I had one in the other multiverse thread but it never got going... And I didn't see this one until now. Lol. I'd probably be using a different character though. Maybe Bloodshot or another similar original character.
Anyway, now that the site is back to semi-normal, ya feel free to join us. The more the merrier!
MelonHead said
That fucked up jumble of text for the last few pages was hilarious to read.
I was pretty sure Leeroy had lost his mind and was spamming like a mother f'er.
Also good morning folks who seem to have morning.
Well I don't have time to finish my post today.
Beta said
Good thing that fight was over by the time I finished reading the five fucking pages that occurred while I napped. I was going to go off.Anyways... I'm waiting on Green before I post in Necropoli.
The hell happened to Talon?
Be hilarious if you found the Lord Generals underpants. XD
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