"Hell? I've had worse." With a simple sequence of button presses, the portal matrix swung into full drive, as suddenly, a storm of meteors rained down upon the surface of the Clone World below. Hundreds of Battle Drones rained down from above, in large metallic pods. They unfolded, revealing their weaponry, as military institutions on the planet's surface are systematically destroyed. Weapon's caches, already discovered by the powerful scans of Babylon, were taken over instantly, as the drones appeared within the vaults and defensive systems. Anti-air turrets fell within seconds as, without a single civilian being harmed, the planet's combat capabilities and government was neutered, and any military unit that responded against the invaders with hostility was systematically slaughtered. There was no war, no prolonged firefight. No march of an army over the planet's surface. Teleportation technology, combined with the proper application and division of force, allowed these worlds to be instantly wiped out. If the planet's local resistance were to battle the drones, without access to their heavy weaponry or military bases, they would be helpless and slaughtered en mass. There was no enemy fleet within range, however, Mathew had no doubt 'hell' would come in the form of a massive enemy defensive force.
However, before he could prepare for the appearance of any significant enemy force, he had to protect his own life. The best way of neutralizing any army was to remove it's leader, and the energy signatures he had detected indicated that his opponent planned to do just that. While he trusted his ship's weaponry systems to protect himself from any outside force, he wasn't nearly as capable in person, and he would have to make every effort to ensure that he was not killed in the following conflict. As such, after the deployment of his troops, he used the Portal Matrix to create a quantum nullification field around both Eclipse and the stranger. This effectively shut off his forces on the ground, who would only be able to rely on their personal Matrices, but it would prevent either of the above from leaving Babylon through method of teleportation. "If I die, am captured, or am mind-controlled, this ship will self destruct. It will generate a quantum field to generate a point of great mass, multiplying the total mass of the ship over a thousandfold, creating a powerful black hole. You are stuck here, and thus, if you wish for yourself to live, you will protect my life until I allow you to continue on your own way. If you disagree to do this, be aware that if you destroy the portal Matrix, which is keeping you here, that will trigger the self destruct. If I detect you leaving the ship's parameters, or anywhere near any of the exits, the ship will self destruct. For now, you will protect me." Having thus effectively put the Angel and the Assassin into service, both of the Guardian Drones returned to Mathew's side instantly.
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"Your independence is but the illusion of freedom, you cling to it to give your life meaning and it makes you blind to the truth." Mathew's monitors instantly show the odd energy signatures focused on his locations. They seemed to be similar to his Warp Matrix, and yet instead of bending space as he did, it rather chose to create a spacial tunnel using an energy claculation effect that scaled to the bending of face due to gravitic concentration, allowing him to forge it into a shortened path. However, even as Mathew was thinking of the details of just how this effect worked and admiring just how different the science behind this different technology was, he was interrupted by the Angel from before, who loudly shouted his name. "I let you people be, because you do not annoy me."
The sleek machines didn't seem to move. There was no speed, no flash, no blur. They didn't rush those that threatened Mathews safety, jump into action. No, such concepts were meaningless for these specially designed extermination machines. Instead, they were simply next to Eclipse instantly, as if they were free to ignore the constraints of space in their mindless servitude, and their weapons were already at the necks of both combatants. While not powerful enough to rend the soul of an angel, these blades would most certainly tear through flesh and bone. A constant humming could be heard, a blue light encasing the blades, and it took a little time to realize that this was caused by the blades slicing open the very air molecules that touched them. It was quite literally sharp enough to slice through air itself.
"I recommend you recall your troops immediately. While I currently have no means of preventing you from entering my ship, you have no chance of defeating me within the confines of this ship. I can assure you that if you wish to do battle, I shall show no restraint in burning your empire to the ground, that you may serve as an example." Mathew already moved his fingers over the unmarked control pads, only his supreme memory allowing him to realize just how they worked, without any visual indication. The Portal Matrix activated itself, the quantum particles spinning with enough force to bend space itself, creating a loop in the space-time continuum that allowed him to teleport his troops at short range. Below him was a Clone World, and he was fully prepared to conquer it using force if it became necessary.
The sleek machines didn't seem to move. There was no speed, no flash, no blur. They didn't rush those that threatened Mathews safety, jump into action. No, such concepts were meaningless for these specially designed extermination machines. Instead, they were simply next to Eclipse instantly, as if they were free to ignore the constraints of space in their mindless servitude, and their weapons were already at the necks of both combatants. While not powerful enough to rend the soul of an angel, these blades would most certainly tear through flesh and bone. A constant humming could be heard, a blue light encasing the blades, and it took a little time to realize that this was caused by the blades slicing open the very air molecules that touched them. It was quite literally sharp enough to slice through air itself.
"I recommend you recall your troops immediately. While I currently have no means of preventing you from entering my ship, you have no chance of defeating me within the confines of this ship. I can assure you that if you wish to do battle, I shall show no restraint in burning your empire to the ground, that you may serve as an example." Mathew already moved his fingers over the unmarked control pads, only his supreme memory allowing him to realize just how they worked, without any visual indication. The Portal Matrix activated itself, the quantum particles spinning with enough force to bend space itself, creating a loop in the space-time continuum that allowed him to teleport his troops at short range. Below him was a Clone World, and he was fully prepared to conquer it using force if it became necessary.
((Gonna timeskip forward a bit to preserve the timeline.))
Ural had been moving for several hours. Like a single entity the Pack moved through the snowy trees of the forest, a set of blurring shapes flashing. A sound like rolling thunder echoed before them that would make even the most experienced werewolf hunter cringed. There was no need for stealth, no need for subtelty, as the werewolves were the lords of this terrain. Without a word they followed the actions of their leader, conveyed through the reading of slight markings in his body language, a secret tongue instinctive to the beasts that could almost be considered as effective as telepathy. Occasionally a short directive was barked out as Magnus, hindered by his lack of knowledge in this secret, instinctual language
The jet that had brought Magnus here, while faster than even these beings could move by far, didn't have nearly enough room to store the entirety of the pack. Furthermore, werewolves had a disdain for such flying equipment, a trait derived from their strong connection to nature and the wilds. They secluded themselves from civilisation and technology, forging a barbaric culture of their own in order to keep themselves as strong as possible. This gave them incredible knowledge of woodland areas, survival skills, and tested their combat skills on a daily basis, allowing them to test their strength and endurance against mother nature herself, forging them into dangerous opponents. Of course it also had a side effect of making them far less apt with technology, and most werewolves didn't even use weaponry, instead far preferring to rely on their claws and thick hide. They are also possessed of a keen fear of aviation.
As one, the Pack halts. Although it had taken some time, they had traveled a vast distance, although the marathon runner build of wolves gave werewolves the stamina to make such long distance runs. Ural turned his head to the out-of-breath vampire, smug as he had shown off just how well his pack was in it's element moving through the wild forests and mountain landscapes where they had lived their entire lives. "We have reached an area quite close to Kilo Point. I can smell the machinery in the air, even from over here. The pollution is suffocating." Ural turned his head as several of his werewolves stood aside for a new one to pass. Without words other than slight body movements and eye gestures, the new werewolf, which seemed to have come from the direction of Kilo Point, handed over an angular package wrapped in wolf's pelts. He held it with great caution and a slight bit of fear, and then wordlessly rejoined the masses as Ural prepared to once more move out.
Ural had been moving for several hours. Like a single entity the Pack moved through the snowy trees of the forest, a set of blurring shapes flashing. A sound like rolling thunder echoed before them that would make even the most experienced werewolf hunter cringed. There was no need for stealth, no need for subtelty, as the werewolves were the lords of this terrain. Without a word they followed the actions of their leader, conveyed through the reading of slight markings in his body language, a secret tongue instinctive to the beasts that could almost be considered as effective as telepathy. Occasionally a short directive was barked out as Magnus, hindered by his lack of knowledge in this secret, instinctual language
The jet that had brought Magnus here, while faster than even these beings could move by far, didn't have nearly enough room to store the entirety of the pack. Furthermore, werewolves had a disdain for such flying equipment, a trait derived from their strong connection to nature and the wilds. They secluded themselves from civilisation and technology, forging a barbaric culture of their own in order to keep themselves as strong as possible. This gave them incredible knowledge of woodland areas, survival skills, and tested their combat skills on a daily basis, allowing them to test their strength and endurance against mother nature herself, forging them into dangerous opponents. Of course it also had a side effect of making them far less apt with technology, and most werewolves didn't even use weaponry, instead far preferring to rely on their claws and thick hide. They are also possessed of a keen fear of aviation.
As one, the Pack halts. Although it had taken some time, they had traveled a vast distance, although the marathon runner build of wolves gave werewolves the stamina to make such long distance runs. Ural turned his head to the out-of-breath vampire, smug as he had shown off just how well his pack was in it's element moving through the wild forests and mountain landscapes where they had lived their entire lives. "We have reached an area quite close to Kilo Point. I can smell the machinery in the air, even from over here. The pollution is suffocating." Ural turned his head as several of his werewolves stood aside for a new one to pass. Without words other than slight body movements and eye gestures, the new werewolf, which seemed to have come from the direction of Kilo Point, handed over an angular package wrapped in wolf's pelts. He held it with great caution and a slight bit of fear, and then wordlessly rejoined the masses as Ural prepared to once more move out.
My keyboard works once more! I'm sorry for my long absence, I was attempting to get this damn thing fixed. It started with the spacebar, and then the entire thing just completely ceased to function. Sorry about the wait.
((Without_spacebars!))
Mathew_simply_smiled_at_the_hologram_that_appeared_in_front_of_him._"I_am_God_Emperor_Mathew,_and_hereby_I_proclaim_you_to_be_a_part_of_the_Imperium._Any__resistance_will_be_met_with_force."_On_it's_own,_the_threat_was_almost_laughable._Anyone_could_make_such_a_claim,_and_no_doubt_the_clone_emperor_had_heard___hundreds_of_others_lay_such_claims_upon_the_empire_he_had_forged._However,_as_Mathew_spoke,_the_look_in_his_eyes_was_forged_from_a_will_harder_than_steel,__and_from_that_simple_look_the_Clone_Emperor_could_see_that_Mathew_was_not_an_opponent_to_be_underestimated.
Mathew_simply_smiled_at_the_hologram_that_appeared_in_front_of_him._"I_am_God_Emperor_Mathew,_and_hereby_I_proclaim_you_to_be_a_part_of_the_Imperium._Any__resistance_will_be_met_with_force."_On_it's_own,_the_threat_was_almost_laughable._Anyone_could_make_such_a_claim,_and_no_doubt_the_clone_emperor_had_heard___hundreds_of_others_lay_such_claims_upon_the_empire_he_had_forged._However,_as_Mathew_spoke,_the_look_in_his_eyes_was_forged_from_a_will_harder_than_steel,__and_from_that_simple_look_the_Clone_Emperor_could_see_that_Mathew_was_not_an_opponent_to_be_underestimated.
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Eclipse sighed heavily. He understood very well where Matthew was coming from, why he made the claims that he did, and why he was so intensely dedicated to his cause. He too had been human once, and it was true... they suffered. But the reasons they suffered wasn't simply due to the lack of concern of pure, immortal and powerful beings, or a god. It was just a whole lot more complicated than that. Eclipse struggled inwardly with what to say to the being before him. Finally, he thought of something. "I am so sorry." He started. He stood up slowly, appearing humble. "I don't know why that happened, but I can understand the desire to take control and see that it never happens ever again. But, if I may... no one can create 'Heaven' here in this universe, because love cannot be forced."
"Heaven cannot be built, but I can do the best I can. Life is composed of compromises, and this is the best I can get." With these words, Eclipse is warped out of the ship, even as Babylon leaves the orbit of the planet. It had already been conquered, and, entering Conceptual Space, it warped to the next area it would conquer. The giant ship was reduced to a mere concept, moving at the speed of thought, a dimension which was a subdimension within the Chaos Realm which Mathew had dubbed Conceptual Space based on the fact that all that existed within it was merely a thought in the mind that comprised the entire universe that was Conceptual Space. The entire dimension, in fact, was contained within the imagination of a fellow called Jeffrey, a hobo in some dark corner of the universe.
Emerging from Conceptual Space, Babylon floated through Physical Space once more in the dimension known as The Base Realm, named so by Mathew for being the starting area for his massive multidimensional empire. It was the same dimension as the one in which he had met Eclipse, as well as placed the first footholds of his empire. However, the scene of order the massive ship sailed into was far further advanced than any scene the overlord had yet conquered. The Clone Empire instantly lit up with communications arrays, as Mathew looked out at the sprawling planets. He saw only a bigger obstacle, a greater challenge. Another block to climb over to forge his great and powerful empire.
BioPILOT knew, of course, that Martin had entered the vicinity. The concept of space was limited only to our four dimensions, and the mind had no need for it. Having ascended beyond the constraint of any physical body completely, he had become nothing more than a thought. Although it could not survive without a body, it posed a threat as long as there was biological life on this planet who's bodies it could use. This was unexpected and unfortunate, and yet BioPILOT was far more capable of dealing with a psychic offensive than some might have thought, and already it's massive mind was sending a barrage of psychic attacks at the intruder. It downloaded the electronic signals from the minds of the test subjects, as, instantly, every biological mind in Terebithia was shut down, completely deactivated, providing no hosts unless Martin was willing to bond with a psysical body once more. However, BioPILOT would kill any such body before Martin could once more ascend, and the sudden death would destroy the threat. The AI, which had somehow gained vampire powers of telepathy, was going to war.
Sorry for the long wait again. I got grabbed by a webcomic, and before I knew it, I'd read over five hundred pages and it was tomorrow ^^
((Hey, you figured out what forest you're in! Now you'll figure out why that was an INCREDIBLY bad idea.))
Energy slices around you, and even the trunks of these ancient plants, hardened over the course of thousands of years, were cut through. Although too large to have been cut in half, which would no doubt have had devastating consequences for the surrounding area, the cuts are quite deep, sometimes penetrating several meters into the stone-like bark of which these plants consist. A deep red fluid resembling blood both in appearance and consistency leeks from the wound, and even as the first drop touches the canvas of green below, the consequences can be both felt and seen.
The leaves that cover the floor change color, a wave of red spreading through across its base, even as screams echo through the landscape. Not in any voice, they rake into your brain directly, knives pulled along the inside of your skull, as the entire forest trembles with uncontrolled rage. The sound of thousands of screeches and roars tearing through physical air, seemingly emitted from the massive black holes in the ground. A presence, previously benign, screeches at you as the sky turns red, and, painfully visible as the roots pull closer to the trees, you can see hundreds of skeletons and fallen machinery lying, overgrown, disguised both by the comforting voice in your mind and the vast array of flora. Scuttling, scraping sounds, as the voices get closer. Glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, approaching fast. This is the last thing you see before the bio-luminescent lights go out, and everything turns black.
The response from the many comms is both swift and relieving. "We're not here to fight you. I am Lord Genome, the Spiral Emperor. I speak for the Galaxy Breaker Armada, and I give you a message of peace. Rather, we come to hold out the hand of friendship." As he speaks, about a hundred of the smaller ships transform, the faces shifting to the front as the smaller systems shift into arms and legs. Even as this occurs, hundreds of giant mechs the size of small houses crash to the surface, fighter pilots. "We need to evacuate the area immediately. Our sensors show Daemonborn activity. We saw your victory, but that won't last long. Daemondborn are immortal unless you deal with the Daemon Ring." Already many of the robots are busy grabbing the unconcious bodies of the clones.
Energy slices around you, and even the trunks of these ancient plants, hardened over the course of thousands of years, were cut through. Although too large to have been cut in half, which would no doubt have had devastating consequences for the surrounding area, the cuts are quite deep, sometimes penetrating several meters into the stone-like bark of which these plants consist. A deep red fluid resembling blood both in appearance and consistency leeks from the wound, and even as the first drop touches the canvas of green below, the consequences can be both felt and seen.
The leaves that cover the floor change color, a wave of red spreading through across its base, even as screams echo through the landscape. Not in any voice, they rake into your brain directly, knives pulled along the inside of your skull, as the entire forest trembles with uncontrolled rage. The sound of thousands of screeches and roars tearing through physical air, seemingly emitted from the massive black holes in the ground. A presence, previously benign, screeches at you as the sky turns red, and, painfully visible as the roots pull closer to the trees, you can see hundreds of skeletons and fallen machinery lying, overgrown, disguised both by the comforting voice in your mind and the vast array of flora. Scuttling, scraping sounds, as the voices get closer. Glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, approaching fast. This is the last thing you see before the bio-luminescent lights go out, and everything turns black.
The response from the many comms is both swift and relieving. "We're not here to fight you. I am Lord Genome, the Spiral Emperor. I speak for the Galaxy Breaker Armada, and I give you a message of peace. Rather, we come to hold out the hand of friendship." As he speaks, about a hundred of the smaller ships transform, the faces shifting to the front as the smaller systems shift into arms and legs. Even as this occurs, hundreds of giant mechs the size of small houses crash to the surface, fighter pilots. "We need to evacuate the area immediately. Our sensors show Daemonborn activity. We saw your victory, but that won't last long. Daemondborn are immortal unless you deal with the Daemon Ring." Already many of the robots are busy grabbing the unconcious bodies of the clones.
I'm still waiting on Shikaru for Onikage, which means he's probably not on. He might have actually disappeared from the thread because of my six-day absence.
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