Monkeypants

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@PyroDash888
Nah... You gonna stay. You need to make some friends icly and you're solid.

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#1, its just interesting how this will pan out.

#2, no.

I'd rather #2 be a collab'd plot on an outer world not as influenced by dominion beliefs. Thus my reservation towards actually replying.

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Pd, if jotuun gets that wish if touching both dom and second.. Your surrounded!

Also, jotuun. I will not respond until you are fully back.

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The Cruelty of Man

A young girl, maybe three, sat cross-legged, staring intently at an animated cat trying his hardest to smash a mouse. Her giggles echoed through her home, a place that had never seen conflict. In the next room, her older brother, around five, was nothing short if head banging to a educational song. His room was adorned with posters of bands and women in provocative clothing. Even more laughter was heard down the hall was a young couple in their very early twenties baked a cake together. The man purposely making mistakes and the woman exaggerating her disdain for them playfully.

The room had blue trim borders, the little girls favorite color and there were green vertical stripped wallpaper. It was assumed that the boy liked that color as his favorite poster had a woman wearing what we think is a bathing suit, one that amounted to two bandaids and a cork. This happy family went through their daily routine. Husband would go to work at the Hospital, taking the girl with him for the sitter. The wife would take the son to elementary school then continue on to Johnson and Sgargler'lawksr'ier and sons lawfirm, a Local family, khororitdkfod Johnson, a tall blue eyed alien (female? most didn't ask.) and her human husband Ed Sgargler'lawksr'ier.

When the day was done, the wife would call her husband to talk about their day as they drove to their kids. The Husband now picking up the son while the wife getting their daughter. The weeks seemed to mesh in to one long day as their routine became their life. They didn't hate it though. Their kids were kept healthy and they always made time for a night on the town at the end of the work week.

When did this change? The Day the wife took the Oberon case. An out of town man who would visit his estranged wife who had long been a resident of this town. One day, the woman reported a domestic violence and won her case, showing up to the trial with a blackened eye and broken arm was more than enough to convince the jury. It seemed like it should've been over as the man was locked up. Days later he had escaped but were caught only fifty some kilometers from the prison, cowering in a drainage ditch.

The Wife again prosecuted them and won, sending not just the convicted men to prison, but the one who had broken his friend out, to death. His rap sheet was a mile long. Rape, Murder, extortion, stealing candy. It was horrific how this man survived all this time with his conscience intact. It didn't matter though as when he died, instead of pleas for mercy or a sinister laugh at his jail mates beaten but recovering wife, he stared at the prosecutor, stared with a sickening smile until his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

That night was unsettling for her, the Husband had to work over at the hospital and the sitter was angry that they went way over the allotted time. The school was more forgiving but the son was not, he wanted his toys damn it! right now! But he got his desire, the husband returned home and all was quiet. But her mind was racing, the mans gaze had cut to her core. Time does indeed mend all wounds as months passed and nothing transpired. Peace had returned to the town.

Until the note. The note on their vehicles windshield that had a simple red handprint, "Your next." It said in a sloppy but bold print. The Husband discarded it, failing to tell his wife as to not worry her. When he approached the authorities they said they couldn't do anything but bolster patrols, which he graciously appreciated. Weeks later, word of riots on their worlds capitol city (which was only fifty kilometers away)
, things became hectic again. Law had appeared to break down across the globe as the riots continued. Local governments abdicated to this new movement and the Husband and Wife feared for their safety, being civil servants and all.

The Wife secretly gained a weapon and had been training how to shoot it with her neighbor, a weapons enthusiast. When the Law office closed due to the burning of the worlds supreme courthouse, she had all the time she needed to practice. It meant nothing on the day, the Day of Days for her family. The Day she became next. It was dinner time now and the family sat peacefully around their kitchen table. Strange Blue cars drove by often, replacing the police that had long fled in the wake of the now violent riots. The Blue cars held men with strange arm bands. They claimed to be the new law and were surprisingly polite and nice so long as you abided by their laws which were, surprisingly lax and relative to their now deposed justice system.

Dinner time had just ended and the Wife made her way to a shower, washing any remaining filth of the day from her body. A loud crash drew her attention and with a quick turn, ceased the shower. Her hastily assembled attire felt loose on her body as she rushed towards the sound. There was nothing there but shattered glass and waving curtains at a now broken window. she placed her hands upon her hips, disappointed at this scene until the gargling sound caught her ears. There was a rush to her daughters room and inside a sight, a sight of her now dead daughter, half inside a squid like aliens maw. It's tentacle arms wrapped tight around the innocent child's collapsed neck. The Wife burst into a frenzy, eyes wide open and a quick swipe of a nearby plush toy, she assaulted the creature with all her might, Inflicting much pain upon it even with such a simple object. Her rage was pulled back when a large hand grasped her arm, throwing her out of the room.

As she gazed upon this new foe, she could see blood dripping from its chin and the remainder of hairs, hairs of her son. The rage filled her heart once more but the creature placed its foot upon her chest, nearly killing her but the quick attack by her husband, holding a lamp, had caught it off guard. It fought back though as with one quick swipe his head flew from his shoulders, Splattering against the wall. Her eyes went from rage to tears as her family was all around, dead. The Squid like creature had finished its meal and was now bearing down on her as well. Then her savior came, too late for her family. A close blast from a mighty shotgun had blasted the squids core, sending its innards in all directions. The creature then turned towards the new arrival and reared for an assault, only to be stopped by the sound of it firing again.

The Wife looked about, seeing lights passing by from waves of the blue cars, some now with machineguns attached to their roofs. Gunfire could be heard and the cries of men and the roars of aliens. Her attention changed from the outside to a now kneeling figure. "Thank- Thank you." she said, trying to talk through the blood that was in her mouth, choking her slightly. The figure removed its mask, revealing a male face.

He looked about and signaled other men and women who came rushing in with more shotguns and a couple with medical equipment. "You will be ok." He said calmly and sincerely. "Never forget what you saw here this day. Never forget the horrors that came from outside of mankind. Your family should not be seen as victims but rather heroes, heroes in that they will never be forgotten, they will always be strength within you."

The Wife tears turned to resolve as she did her best to rise. The man stood and replaced his mask and made his way out of the door. Screams filled the nearby house and that one word was shouted, "Medic!"

"Are you ok?" the nearby medics asked. She coughed but began to finally stand upright on her own. "Ye-Yes I am fine. Go help them." she said, hoping that who ever that was could be saved. The last selfless act of the night. She rushed through the house to her hidden rifle and upon grasping it, she heard that mans voice again shouting for reinforcements along a long picketed fence.

The Widow now rushed to the front yard to see two creatures bearing down on the man's position. Blue cars were approaching fast but would never make it in time. She brought her rifle to bear and with a deep breath she placed her finger upon the trigger. Then she exhaled, and released her vengeance upon the beasts.

Tears filled her eyes again, her mind couldn't process what had happened and now that she was a killer. The Man turned and saw the Widow collapsed on the ground, bloodied and broken. He walked to her and dropped his weapon next to her. "I-I cannot believe any of this. Please tell me this isn't real."

"I'm afraid it is real. This is all too real." he said, speaking grimly. His voice perked up again as he reached out his hand. "I hail from another family who was murdered by vicious beasts. Like you, my pain runs deep. But will you let them win? Will you let Them Gain the last laugh at your family? or will you avenge them, take from these aliens as they took from you?"

She gazed up, staring at his face and then his hand. "How are men capable of such hate?"

"It is not hate, it is conviction and the belief that we are not going to take the oppression anymore. It is the conviction that we save our fellow families from being victims." He nodded to her. "You saved my life, now, please.. You have helped me, will you help others?"

There was a moment of silence and then thunder and lightning from a gathering storm. Her mind drew conclusions from all corners of reason but as she stared into his outstretched hand she made the choice.

"Yes."

Years later in a dark alley, the Widow walked slowly towards four creatures clawing at a wall to escape the demon she had become. "Did you think you could get away?" She said with a smirk. The first creature turned, "You're.. You're a monster!"

"I know."

With a loud bang, the first fell to the ground. Her smile grew larger, "I know." The Trigger was pulled until all the innocent creatures lay dead at her feet. Her face turned neutral once more as she leaned the gun against a wall. Her hand reached into the top of her shirt, pulling out gently a necklace with two rings and a heart pendant, the pictures of her family.

She pondered about the question she asked the masked man so long ago, How are men capable of such hate. "I can still feel your warmth.. I can still feel your love. I miss you so much." she said softly, clinching the pendant. "I need your help. Do I know nothing but hate now? How did that man's words change me so."

A voice creeped into her mind, it was her own voice. "Because you lost who you were."

Time passed by and her deeds grew more dark. Hanging children in front of beaten parents to gain information. Empty promises that they would all live should they talk. A ferocious hunger for revenge had turned into bold apathy for most life, Even towards her own race. Maybe that is why she was favored so much, given so much attention and resources for her crusade against the galaxy.

Later that same girl sat sobbing, feeling as if she was still in her home, staring at her dead daughter. The pain filled her mind as powers beyond her still spoke of grand deeds and glory for the family of mankind. She told herself that it was worth it, the lives that she had saved far outweighed her own. It wasn't enough anymore, the words were becoming as dull as her lust for vengeance. But she still owed the masked man, she still cared for him as if he were family. She had to.

In this land so far from her picket fence heritage, she stood up and clinched her fists, prepared to continue with her mission. The necklace still clung to her but was long abandoned to rust and dirt. Her mind drifted back to that day in the rain once more, with the masked mans hand outstretched. As she grasped it he asked, "May I know the name of my savior?" She took one last look at her old life, "My name is Morinth."

"Morinth." he said, "Such a uncommon name. In all honesty I have never heard it spoken before." He removed his mask once more, "I suppose I should return the courtesy, especially with our paths seemingly intertwined." He smiled, "I'd be humbled If we kept it simple, you and I, just call me Faust."

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@LordZellZELL I NEVER SEE YOU ANYMORE.

CAPS ARE INTENTIONAL BECAUSE IT FEELS RIGHT.

And when do you think James will get killed this time around lol.

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Zeelllllll!!!!

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Sometimes this RP makes me flinch at the raw text size, and trigger my tl;dr reflexes.

@6slyboy6

Here's to hoping you do not give in to such reflexes

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make 2 maybe a little more encroached around what used to be juno. I never realized how tiny Serp imagined the dominion to be.

Also, connect the core imp's top and bottom part, by cutting into red a bit. I want it to still be that the dom has yet to really face the horde, whereas Uther has been squaring off for quite some time.

(note: Red is NPC Horde right now anyway.)

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The Dominion Of Man

From the Pier-vorenz studios, Procyon.

This, is DNN

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As the lights brightened a sharp looking, young red headed male with a pristine pose came in to view. His voice was that of a true professional.

"Hello from DNN. I am Lars Drexel." He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.

"On Today's headline we will be reporting on what has been labelled, The future of man-kind. I speak of, Earth." prompting an image of earth to appear behind Lars.

"As we speak, our valiant Dominion warriors face the tyranny of that world. The utter chaos of a world that not only symbolizes the true home of Humanity but the horrors of war." Behind him, once more the image changed to random images of burning cities, rioting people and very graphic urban combat.

"It has been a grim day however for our foes as Dominion forces have reported success in overtaking what used to be north America. The fighting was indeed fierce as Dominion warships constantly pounded entrenched positions while our soldiers pushed through the enemies lines. Today we have with us, General Omar Jackson." on cue, an image of an armor clad male with five golden stars on the collar of his armor.

"Thanks for having me." he said calmly.

"No General, the pleasure is all ours." Lars said quickly. "So General, we have gotten varied reports on the success of our troops on the blue gem, Earth."

"Well, Lars, if success is based solely on the measure of land taken and resolve of our men then indeed, much has been accomplished. From the pacific ocean to the Atlantic, is now under the Dominion flag. Success has come at a cost though." The General said with pride but also somewhat sad. "There have been casualties."

"Against the weak nations of earth?" Lars replied, "Back home, they are portrayed as archaic and simple."

The general nodded, "Indeed. That is a popular misconception as these foes have powerful weaponry and know the land well. However possessing complete aerial superiority has given us favorable odds against the forces at play."

"Now by forces at play, what does that mean for our soldiers."

"It means that the nations that stood here but days ago were more than happy to bomb their own cities to stop our advance. Most do not know what the Dominion is."

Lars shifted to his right, pointing at the planet. "So if they do not know of the Dominion, are they aware of others in the galaxy?"

"More than likely not. Aside from the Imperium but even they have had very little, if any contact. Most of the people of this world believe us to be invaders from overseas. I suppose in some manner they are correct." he said with a chuckle.

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On Earth, many more have died than reported. Though Faust's military causalities have been low, part was due to any obstacles that are deemed unsafe, are promptly destroyed with orbital fire. Those that have been overran faced the insurmountable power of Dominion heavy infantry supported by tanks, artillery and gunships that pick them off with precision munitions from beyond sight. From the Maledict, Faust could see the various Core Imperium ships surveying the situation. Every single ship that headed for the surface was scanned and reviewed before being cleared. It was a true logistics nightmare had Faust not prepared for this. He knew Uther's Imperium would force him to initiated a limited war against earth.

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-North America,

The Dominion forces had swept across the old united states in a furious blitz. The wide open lands made it near impossible for the already disorganized enemy to form any real resistance. Those pockets that did survive were quick to surrender at an enemy that could shrug off their heavy munitions. Field guns lay empty and tanks abandoned lined fields behind the Dominion war machine. The East coast was the last major obstacle that had long worried Dominion generals, it was easily defensible from all angles. The true victory arrived and one that saved millions of live was the surrender of the North American Union, a hastily cobbled together alliance of the remaining continental militaries.

-What was Tokyo Japan, in a long forgotten time.

Dominion forces were new here, mere hours into the invasion. The shock and awe campaign was in full swing as troops swept from house to house while supported by tanks. Over head, strike craft found and destroyed any target possible that would stand in front of the Dominions advance. True be told, some soldiers began to grow somewhat bored as when they would arrive at a new position, destroyed tanks and dead soldiers would line the roads. Most soldiers were relieved that they might be alive another day. Around the region, prisoners had been received in record numbers as the locals were not cowards, but smart. They could see the two Dominion Cruisers hovering Ominously in the distance.

South of the island was the peninsula of Korea which was honestly faring much better. The massive hills were perfect hiding places and gave good view for miles. It was here that the forces from Japan had been located. There was to be a war against what was China and this was the most advanced and experienced force that Japan possessed. It was more than likely to be more of an issue than the battle of North America, due primarily to the lack of communication between Japan and its overseas forces. Had the island surrendered, there was no way for their forces to know and if the Dominion would broadcast it, there would be absolute doubt as to its authenticity.

-London, England.

Or what was left of it. This was a place where the defense of its border was some of the largest nuclear weapons that the planet had left. The military here was indeed powerful as the majority of their entire force was recalled after getting word of the Dominion spreading everywhere. Quick strikes by Dominion aircraft destroyed any chance they had to deploy these powerful weapons. Then the killing blow occurred when London itself was burnt to the ground. It was a questionable act by far but in lieu of the heavy defenses and short range ballistic weapons embedded into the cities very streets, it was deemed acceptable.

In short, there was no one left to surrender.

-Rome, Italy.

Untouched by Faust's military as many of the old Imperiums central structures still resided here. Long was the mystery as to why the Imperium selected Rome as one of its primary bastions. Regardless as to why, it was far to important to just level. This was a place that required skill and finesse'

-Russia.

Another untouched land as it was no longer the juggernaut it was centuries passed. its military albeit formidable, was too far stretched and with global communications more or less disabled at this point, would be easy to pick off.

-South America.

Disregarded as many of the sub nations had been already nuked into oblivion during the two hundred year ago initial war. No one can figure out why south America received a massive amount of destruction. Perhaps the larger military bases here posed some threat but by no means of warranting nuclear strikes against native cities.

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Then the Dominion of Man arrives.