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4 yrs ago
Current @Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal?
4 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee I won't hope to understand what you're going through right now, so I can only say this: No storm lasts forever. Take care of yourself, and it'll be alright, in the end.
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4 yrs ago
Understandable. Have a good day, nonetheless!
4 yrs ago
@Ruby Do you, too, require emotional assistance?
4 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee Or so you thought. *Long-distance hug.*
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"Whoa-- h-hey! We is soldier so we have guns! We is soldier and official from Whampoan Reich!" the Revitals exclaimed. Then the Bomoh approached him and spoke, giving him a brief look then pointing at a goggle of the Sergeant, "Also you go mad recent, mad as a hatter and you pretend robot. Needkah we show you camera flim?"

The Bomoh immediately turned to the soldier and gestured him to show what happened just now. The Sergeant clicked on a few buttons on his Pickelhaube, then the goggle projected a hologram depicting the mysterious combat suit's madness recently. "We not civillian, we is soldier and officer! You and your robot suit go here from cosmos, but your friend see us as mere civilian! He even want to shoot us!"

"But luckily, you wake up in correct time. Your robot friend stop his madness already."

"Now, time for a talk. So... what which you will do on Earth? If you want shelter here, we must send folk to care and watch you. We afraid your robot friend go mad again."


He sighed, but then looked at the Bomoh, confused. "Earth? Earth was one of the first core worlds to fall. It's been a Dead World for decades. We were eradicated here. How...?" He looks around wearily, but then he starts looking about warily. He stands up, adopting a brawler's stance. "This isn't Earth. Who the hell are you?"
"What Fifteen Law which spoken by you? Who Fenrick? So many laws, which from other country from space! We is no civilian, we is army! Army of a... uhm... rightful nation!" exclaimed the Bomoh.

"What which you say recent?! Have you madness!? We is Whampoan and we is army! If you seek trouble, we can finish you!" the Sergeant angrily screamed toward the combat suit.

All the Revital Whampoans also surrounded the combat suit and held their weapons high.

"This guy already insane... get ready your muscle, weapon and magik!"


The suit simply surveyed them, then the arm thrusted downwards about an inch, and a small autocannon came out. "Stand down now or this autocannon will immediate-" The suit stops speaking, and the suit stumbles a bit before catching itself. "Soldier back online. Soldier back online. Soldier back online." The autocannon goes back up into the hand compartment, and Ice notices that he isn't where he was before. By now, he's close to a table, and he notices the weaponry. He slams the table down in front of him as cover, asking in a shout why the fuck they're armed.
something big just happened irl. doubt ill be in the mood to post for a while.
@Lasersquid112

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"Who those guys? So many guys which you tell..." the Bomoh asked, but got no response in return.

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"Ehh! What you want do?! No explode!" the Revitals freaked out as they thought he was going to blow up the place. But they then calmed down afterwards. But that still made them very wary, regardless.

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The Revitals listened to his tale with interest and awe. But then something caught their attention greatly. "Confederacy yours sound so great but then fall down... Wait, Hungering Devourer? What it? Is it some big space monster?" the Bomoh asked.

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The Revitals were alerted and shocked at the sight. They kept themselves on high alert and surrounded the Marine, but they shivered in fear and terror.

"What the fuck? What is mission that? 'Eleven Drago Nine Nine to Flour'? This name which strange..." a Sergeant asked.
"Alamak... He already go angry very, then he go sleep but he move. I can see his soul sleep and become weak..." the Bomoh commented.
"This guy seem like mad... preparelah you fight..." another Revital said.

The combat suit surveys them, logging their movements, and speaks in an automated voice. "You are in violation of Commander Fenrick's Fifteenth Law: Imperial Marine Corpsmen are to be allowed access to any and all civilian weaponry in times of emergency. Stand down or be immediately terminated. Repeat. Stand down or you will be terminated." It then moves towards the C-16 rifle, making it quite clear that it'd brush aside anyone who attempted to resist.
The Bomoh and the other Whampoan Revitals exchanged wary looks on this otherworldly marine as well...

Only the Bomoh can hear what he said, yet sadly his English or Common is quite broken.

"Log? Drop-pod? Wooden trunk? Seeds which rain from sky? Communism? Sentinel?"
The Bomoh went into a surprised shock. He gave him a look mixed with confusion and horror, "Huuuuuuuhhhh... what you said just now...?"

"Ahhhh, a space marine which come from cosmos?"
"But please forgive, we no can give back gun yours before we check you. Firstly, what Confederate yours?"


He scowled. "There were more of us. Captain Krennt, First Lieutenant Jefferson, Sergeant Hrakkel, Corporal Draven, and Private First Class Grell. Where the hell are they...?" Still paying them no mind, he flips open an arm panel and broadcasts a Search and Recovery Call for the solar system he's in. Unfortunately, the pinging radar in his suit had been destroyed and no longer worked, but his suit hadn't alerted him to that yet. He sent it out, looked at the panel for a moment, then sighed. "The Confederacy of Mankind... The biggest empire ever seen by any human, and by the Emperor were there a lot of humans. Lot of other things, too. And protecting it all?" He thumped his breastplate with force enough to punch a hole through a man, but his armor accepts it without a scratch. "The Marines. The most badass motherfuckers you have EVER seen." He chuckled, but then sighed sadly, his shoulders slumping. "All the badassery in the universe didn't save us. We spanned a million million worlds, fought a million million battles, and exterminated thousands upon thousands of alien races." Despite how horrific it may seem to the people listening, his voice reflects how proud he is of it. "Nothing could stop us. Nothing until my unit encountered the Hungering Devourer. We stood not a half a chance." He shakes his head slowly, sighing. "Men died left and right. We didn't know what hit us. World after world went dark, then the Confederacy fell. I was posted on Grannab Four, the Final Stop, as we Marines learned to call it. The Warp Gates went dark after a while. Planet after planet fell, but we kept fighting. First we held them in space, then our ships came crashing down. We fought them with artillery and bombardments, but they learned to dig. We fought them bullet and grenade, tooth and claw, because us Marines? We're too dumb to die. We were gonna pay them back for every. Fucking. Death." By now, his anger, his pure rage was clearly visible to the people nearby. His voice was loud enough for even those outside of the tent to hear him. Suddenly, he slumped over and collapsed. An automatic voice rang out. "Blood pressure dangerously high. Blood pressure dangerously high. Blood pressure dangerously high. Activating suit A.I. to complete mission Eleven Bravo Nine Nine Two Four." The suit stood up, but it was stiff and jerky, but effective. It looked at its surroundings slowly.
No you didn't
Forgot that it got deleted .w.
Yep, you did
I'll PM you it
*proceeds to call @Lasersquid112 a pet*

Hello, pet ^^


Incorrect
Oi
Don't call me a pet
"Tengoklah! Deh Budak sudah bangun! (Look! This boy has waken up!)" said the voice of a man in a soft voice.
"Ahh, lamenye ni Tungguan... (Ahh, it was such a long wait...)" another man spoke in response.

As this otherworldly marine opened his eyes, he would find himself surrounded by strange Asian dudes in spiked helmets.

One of the men, an old serene man that seem to emit a presence of wisdom, approached the outlander calmly. "Greetings there, s-s-..."
He ran out of words and embarrassed himself. "Alamak! Wa tak pandai dalam Ingrishi. Apekah deh Kate bagi jatki Pendatangi dalam Ingrishi? (Shit! I am not proficient in English. What is the word for a newcomer in English?)"

"Uhhh... (Uhhh...)" a Battlemage in fancy armor replied, "Wa ingat dalam Ingrishi ade tu Perkatakan 'alien'... Tapi wa tak pasti ape Maksudkan ni Kates... (I recall there is a word 'alien' in English... but I am not sure of the word's meaning!)"

"Aha!" the old man smirked after getting help, "Greetings there, alien. We Whampoans say safely arrival to here, our Reich. But we must ensure you headly. (Greetings there, alien. We Whampoans welcome you here, in our Reich. But firstly we must identify you.)"

The old man continued with his broken English, but with some fancy flavors added in, "Spacely rockship yours fell from cosmos and hit soil close to Kwongtsou, nationally capital ours. (Your spacecraft have came crashing down from space and crashed on our lands close to Kwongtsou, our national capital.)"

"So, what happen? Why come down from cosmos in spacely rockship? Why heard the warlike screams from recording spaceship's yours? We want know how you come here, we also want know background yours and spacely rochship yours. (So, what happened? Why did your spacecraft came crashing down from space? Why are there screams of war from the recordings of your spaceship? We would like to know how you came here, and we are also curious of your background and your spacecraft.)"


He narrowed his eyes, looking at the man speaking broken Common, scrutinizing him with his piercing green eyes. He reached up and depolarized his visor, then looked around. He thought it wise to not raise the visor itself, and looked back to the man speaking Common. Speaking to himself, he said, "Activate language translator and compiler." If any hearing augmentation had been done to any of the men nearby, they could hear him, but only as a whisper. If not, then he was just moving his lips soundlessly. "Log one-five-two-nine. Drop-pod crash-landed on unknown planet. Communications link dead. Sentient life observed - presumably humanoid." He activated his in-suit external audio recording log so that this conversation would be recorded. "End log." He turned on the external speakers, allowing his suit to project his voice to the outside world (a combat suit of the make he was wearing is airtight, meaning it has its own atmosphere. The suit deadens sound, and the only way for someone inside to hear from outside is from a communications link or external audio feed, and the only way for someone outside the suit to hear is through enhanced hearing or external speakers) and read over what the suit had prepared for him. Although his suit's external audio feed had been deactivated so he wouldn't have to hear the all-consuming roar of the drop-pod's engines in hypersleep, the suit had read the man's lips, collected a basic meaning of his wording, and translated it to Common. He thought it prudent now to repolarize his visor since he was on an alien planet and then spoke. "I crash-landed here. I was... I am a Confederate Marine. It'd be appreciated if you returned my C-16 now." He pointed to the disconnected C-16 Mutilator rifle, lying disconnected on a nearby table.
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