thewizardguy

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Posted a massive wall of text. Thus ends an era.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Lmpkio
The dino piranha gripped the Centurion's arm, immense fangs closing around the armoured metal. It's body was immense, certainly five times the size of even the immense Centurions. And with it's full strength, it attempted to crush the creature in it's jaws. And yet, the Centurion was undaunted. The creature found itself suddenly lifted into the air, as the centurion flung it over it's head, and into the ground. The dino piranha smashed face first into the floor, the ground shattered under it's weight. The centurion raised it's 2-ton boot, and crushed it's head, having dealt with far more dangerous creatures on a daily basis. The other Piranha Dino was sent flying across the battlefield, as one of the Centurions blasted it away with the Heavy Grav-cannon. Of course, it was dead long before it impacted the ground.

The Space Marines were devastated, but they gave as good as they got. Even as Gidorah annihilated a dozen with a series of explosions, ripping through them with high-powered explosive thunder attacks, a hail of bolter fire slammed into her. A short range shot from a lass-cannon ripped through her, even as a rain of plasma seared her skin. Her wings were torn from her back as she exposed herself to hundreds of guns by flying above them, an arsenal that outdid all of Earth's weaponry combined. Forced to the ground she was assaulted in melee, Space Marines tearing into her from every side, Chainswords swinging at her face, scraping at her skin where they hit. It was only through her immense toughness that she was able to survive, as even tanks would have been crushed by a couple of Bolter Rounds.

Ultron flung enemies across the battlefield, shutting down their suits from a distance and surviving their attacks through sheer persistence. Bolter rounds rung against his armour, plasma reduced the ground around his feet to lava, and a lass cannon shot nearly took off his arm. He used his concussive blasts to redirect a flurry of missiles, even as a Space Marine ran up to punch him in the face. Too late did Ultron realize that this Marine held a Krak Grenade in hand, the explosive force causing severe damage to his armour from close range. A melta beam struck him from the side, the immense heat beginning to melt him. Each blow like a punch from the Hulk himself, the heat like the plasma forges in which he himself had been created. Even the mighty Ultron found himself forced back, facing the overwhelming power of the Space Marine legions, each soldier a one man army that could defeat a million lesser opponents.

Satsuki fared best, as she ripped her way through dozens of Space Marines. She cut through their armour almost with ease, her blade passing where a strike missile would have been stopped. She dodged around bullets, slicing Autocannon rounds out of the air. Merely being in the vicinity of the Heavy Flamers being used would have killed a normal human, and yet the Life Fiber that filled her rejuvenated her, enhancing her body beyond comparison. And yet, even she was not without weakness. She was suddenly flung back, telekinetic forces attempting to throw her around. Eldritch forces pressed in on her mind, attempting to crush her consciousness under a host of mental attacks. The Librarians of the Dark Angels threw everything they had at this unstoppable warrior, ripping into her mind and body with equal measure, attacking where the life fibers could not heal. Flames that burned from within, attacks that would rip her very soul out of her body. And even as she pushed through these attacks, they took their toll on mind and body, and it would not be long before she was worn down to a crisp.

And yet, the damage was taking their toll. Even by the standards of the Angels of Death, the Astartes, the perfect soldiers of the Imperium crafted by the God Emperor of Man, the Conquerors were impossibly powerful enemies. Entire squads were decimated in moments, and what had been hundreds was reduced to dozens. Only 50 of the original 200 remained, a fatality rate of 75%. The ground was littered with corpses, and more rained down from the sky. Even several of the mighty Terminators lay dead upon the ground, their armour chipped away and eventually pierced by the continuous attacks. A Brother Captain stands his ground, parrying several blows from Satsuki before being cut in half. And yet the Space Marines press on, uncaring, unwilling to fail. Perhaps it was their sheer perseverance, their zealous determination to emerge victorious even at the cost of a thousand lives, that allowed them to form such a terrifying fighting force. For here a mere three companies had nearly managed to topple an army of tens of thousands. Blood and machine oil ran side by side, and this city block would be forever transformed into a hellscape soaked in blood and gore. But it was not their fate to emerge victorious.

Even as the mighty Sentinels marched forth, their immense weapons of mass destruction spelling certain doom for entire squads with every shot, a single one of them was torn down by sheer masses. Hundreds of bombs were launched, missiles striking their heavy armour again and again. Slowly, the first of the mechanical war-titans was toppled, proving that even the mightiest of death machines could be defeated. Staring at the entire fight from above, the Emperor knew that they would not win this war, that his forces would be decimated. For even as they stood on the crest of victory, he sensed another army joining the fray, the forces of the Empire moving in on his position. Were they to join the battle, his forces would be caught in a pincer attack they could not survive. The Commanders would be granted the time to recover from their injuries, and to unleash their full might to eliminate what remained of his children.

He could feel it, in the back of his mind. The offer that had been made nearly a hundred thousand years ago, an offer of power unlimited. To pull back his power, and to draw in more. To allow the Warp into his mind, and join with the Chaos Gods. To become more than just an Emperor, to become the one, undisputed God of this universe, and any other. He would collapse the very fabric of reality around his enemies, to annihilate them with the immense force of the warp. He would wipe them off the face of this world with but a gesture, and annihilate all life from their worlds. To crush entire universes, to burn all evil he found. He would be the blazing sword of justice, which would eliminate all darkness, to tear it from reality and wipe it from time and space itself, with the unlimited power of a God. He could feel the power building within him, enough energy to eliminate this pathetic mass of an army, to rip a hole in this world and unleash the power of a thousand suns. The power to rebuild this entire universe in his own image.

Sighing in pain, he released it. For he would be a zealous God, and a cruel one. Once more, he watched his children suffer, and he did nothing. Once more he rejected the offer, and suffered the pain of his mortal form. He stood, bloodied, amidst the Warp Storm, as he rejected the Gods of Chaos, and accepted his fate. He would not summon his forces in time, not before it was too late. The power of the Warp receded from him, the swirling purple pillar of light fading away, as he was left alone.

For a moment, the Emperor stood silently. Behind him he could sense the armies of his enemy preparing to rush him. In front of him he could see the armies of his children dying by the scores. Perhaps this was his fate. To be reborn again and again, and to once more suffer the fate of the fool, who rejected the power to change the world. Perhaps this was the cruel game the Gods played with him. But he would not simply go down without a fight. For even bloodied and wounded, he was the God Emperor of Mankind. And when the day was done, he would do honour not to himself, but to the trust that his children had placed in him, to the faith that had driven them forward until their last breaths.

As the forces of the 501st emerged onto the top of the Imperial Palace, they faced a man who had accepted his death. Severing himself completely from the power he had cast into the Warp, he had ensured that in his death he would not fail. The Dark Gods would break his other self, the mind he had cast into the Warp. It was inevitable, without a physical form to anchor it to such a psionic being would inevitably fall to the corruption of Chaos. But he would buy mankind time, buy them space. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough. Maybe, in a hundred years, or a thousand years, they would be ready to face the horror that was to come. Smiling, he faced the row of blasters aimed at his face, the tie fighters that flew overhead, the bombs that were dropped onto his body.

And as the last vestige of the Imperium of Man fell on this world, the Emperor died with a smile on his face.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@TheUltimatum
There's a being in this RP with the capability to create and destroy universes. Nothing is Op. Believe me.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@TheUltimatum
What char are you referring to? Because we have a bunch of chars in the Char section that aren't actually used.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Lmpkio@Absolis@Flamelord
The Emperor frowned, as an unknown fleet of small fighter and bomber ships entered the battle. He had prepared for his opponent to take the overhead advantage, but those smaller ships would deal a number to his men. While he wasn't all too worried about the fighters, which were specialized in ship-on-ship combat, the bombers formed a serious threat to his men. He had been driven on the defensive, and it was not a position he could hold for long. As such, he would need to end this battle quickly, before his opponent could call in more forces, or simply annihilate him with bombing runs. With a single mental command, imperceptible to those he did not wish to hear it, he ordered his army. "Move in on their commanders, annihilate the head of the snake. Each is incredibly powerful, consider them high-priority targets."

The Dark Angels nodded in agreement, as the perimeter suddenly broke up. As the Sachiel units moved forward, they found themselves suddenly free of assault, the Dark Angels charging towards them as if to enter melee. One of the Sachiel units raised it's hand, to unleash it's hand-based laser, only to suddenly bend over. The creature screeched, as flames forced their way out of it's body, before it simply exploded. Another seemed to rot away to nothing, while another was crushed by an unseen telekinetic force. While the AT field provided excellent protection from ballistic weaponry, it did nothing to shield the user from the power of the Warp, and the Librarians of the Dark Angels made excellent use of this as they tore down the protective barrier of Sachiel-class units, even as a series of Krak Grenades and Melta Bombs dealt with most of the Hulkbuster units. One of them came into contact with the enemy, before a Dreadnought flung it through a sky-scraper using the enlarged equivalent of the Power Fist.

The Dark Angels charged towards the enemy, bombs striking the ground around them, squads being knocked into the air, some annihilated as the plasma-based explosives ripped through their heavy armour. Expertly placed bullets tore down several of the small craft, but the might of the Empire was nigh-infallible, and no amount of firepower would take down the swarm of TIE bombers above. Furthermore, it seemed as if the situations had reversed themselves. For as the Dark Angels charged, a series of Ultron units prepared heavy weapons, Kaiju units summoning balls of molten flame, Koopas firing Bullet Bills. For a moment it seemed like the Emperor had sent his troops into a hopeless charge against a superior ranged force, making the exact same mistake the Alliance had made.

However, everything had been prepared for. The enemy would inevitably resort to long-range attacks in order to deal with the Space Marines' barricades. As such, they would weaken themselves to melee assault.



All of a sudden, several immense figures appeared in the midst of battle. Massive armour-clad death machines, each the size of a Dreadnought, wielding an immense Grav-Cannon. it was as if a fully armoured Space Marine had put on another, even larger suit of Power Armour. And it was apparent why, as the weapon it carried would have crushed a Space Marine's arms, Power Armour or no. Ten Dark Angels Centurions had appeared among the ranks of the ranged attackers, and as their Grav-cannons fired, a ripple of force moved through the enemy troops, crushing everything and everyone in it's path. The line was more than disrupted, it was ripped to pieces. Disorder was suddenly rampant as these massive figures were joined by a squad of Interceptors, using a combination of grenades and blades to tear their way through the enemy. This allowed the Dark Angels charge to hit, with only minimal casualties.

Closing into melee with the enemy, the Space Marines ripped their way through the enemy forces, the only exceptions being the Kaiju units and the Sachiel units, who were able to hold their own in melee. However, the charge had never been meant to destroy the enemy. Instead they had merely broken through, charging towards the real target. A swarm of Space Marines charged the positions of Ultron and Satsuki, aiming their full arsenal of weaponry at the commanders as the Centurions and Interceptors kept the main body of the attacking force off their backs. All of a sudden the commanders would have about 125 Space Marines to deal with.

Meanwhile, the Terminator troops were pretty much done with their enemies. The Kaiju units had formed formidable opponents, but they had not been able to deal with the sheer power of the Terminator Armour. This meant that these troops were advancing from behind, albeit slowly, ripping their way through lesser soldiers with diminutive ease.

The Conquerors would be surrounded by whatever honour guard they had chosen to keep to themselves, but they would be assaulted by an immense fighting force, all of whom were currently firing on them from every direction. Even with the bombings, nothing could slow the charge, it could only kill a couple before they reached the enemy. This would be the final act of this battle. If the Space Marines failed to defeat or wound the Commanders, they would be trapped between two lines of enemy forces, with no fortifications and an angry fleet of bombers up above. But if they succeeded, and forced the enemy to retreat, that would buy Nova enough time to call down reinforcements.

The Emperor sighed, as he could feel the strain on his body. In but the space of ten minutes, he would call forth more of his armies. If they could hold out until then, this world would be as good as his.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

I can see it now. Kolon would reach his gloved paw out, and for a moment Apocalypse would feel his nonexistent heart soften. He would pick up Koloa and set him on his back, an explosion in the background as two unstoppable monstrosities, one adorable and small, the other ugly and huge, team up. They run through the world, and all that's left are smoldering ruins. smoldering ruins of friendship

@Absolis

THIS needs to be a thing.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Absolis
This now needs to be a thing.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Lmpkio
The mighty Bowser shot down, his full weight and force driving down his spiked shell into this mysterious abomination. And yet, even as he impacted with the opponent, he could tell something was wrong. Apocalypse didn't budge an inch, and the spikes on Bowser's shell had simply bounced off the armoured ceramic plating that covered it's skin. A single sweeping strike hit the side of Bowser's face at supersonic speed, laucnhing him into the air. His body hit the side of a skyscraper, flung through a series of offices before emerging from the other side, and crashing into the next. He flew through 3 buildings, before finally crashing into the ground about 700 meters away. Had it not been for his incredibly sturdy build and shell, he would have been instantly annihilated by the punch. As it was, he could feel that many of his bones had been shattered, and cracks had appeared on his previously nigh-indestructible shell.

Apocalypse's strength, like his speed, had increased by approximately 20%. Even before, his physical capabilities were beyond the scope of many of the fighters currently in this universe. Now, he was nigh unstoppable. And as he slowly moved closer to the ground, and Starkiller exerted ever more energy to hold him up, it was clear that this was not a battle that could be won. It seemed Starkiller was facing the one opponent he could not defeat. Of course, that's when.....

[and then something happens to help him out. Dunno what. Leaving this open to encourage anyone who doesn't have their char doing anything to help out keep Apocalypse down, or even out.]

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Lmpkio@Absolis
As the Alliance fought it's way forward through the hail of bolter fire, their disadvantage became clear. The koopas were incapable of doing any real damage, as their weapons couldn't harm the barricades the Space Marines used as cover. The Ultron units were also unable to withstand the sheer amount of punishment the Space Marines were dealing out, expertly aimed bolter rounds ripping their heads from their bodies. Only two classes of units seemed to be able to fight their way through the hail of steel; the Hulkbusters, and the Sachiel units. While the Hulkbusters were able to fight through through sheer durability, the Sachiel units seemed nearly impervious to the many attacks thrown against it. Even as the Hulkbusters were slowly stripped off by heavy anti-vehicle weaponry such as the massive Lass Cannons and Krak Missile Pods employed by the Dreadnoughts, the Sachiel units weathered the assault. Perhaps this revelation would cause the Conquerors to alter their strategy, as it was clear that no ground force besides the Sachiel units was able to fight their way through the Space Marine guns.

Even as the Sachiel units approached the front lines, the Kaiju units engage the Terminators in the back. The heavy flamers seem completely ineffective against the fire-resistant Kaiju, even the withering heat of the prometheum-assisted flames doing little to damage them. However, this seemed to work both ways, as the heavy Terminator armour made the assault force nigh-indestructible. These suits were to Space Marine Power Armour what Power Armour was to Kevlar. Even as one of the 2 ton terminators was thrown through a building, it simply got up without issue, returning to the fight. Although the Black Carapace which neurologically linked Space marines to their armour allowed them far greater mobility than a human, they were still not as nimble as the Kaiju. However, when one of them got a hold of a Kaiju with it's power fist, it crushed the creature's bones and flesh into pulp with a grip that could shatter diamond. The strength of the Terminator Armour was far beyond that of normal Power Armour, and the Power Fist amplified it tenfold. As such, while the Kaiju were easily able to throw around and smash into the Terminators, they had little that could do any real damage to them.

In the sky, the battle now raged between the Ultron robots and the Assault Marines. Even as an assault marine placed a melta bomb on one of the ships, an ultron unit dealt critical damage to it's jet pack, sending it spinning off into the distance. The subsequent explosion from the bomb, however, still caused the airship to begin it's descent towards the Imperial Palace. An Assault Marine handily tore his way through a squad of these robots, shouting something about "abominable intelligence". Another was gradually destroyed by repeated blasts from the Ultron bots, the attacks eventually making it's way through the Power Armour. Although the Assault Marines were vastly superior in speed, strength and durability to their opponents, the Alliance forces held the advantage of numbers, outnumbering the Assault Marines 50-1 in the sky, if not more. Combined with the fact that this was no longer their home ground, the Space Marines were no longer able to score a crushing victory as they had before. While many of the ships came down, so did many of the Assault Marines. Should one of the commanders reinforce their flying troops, it could be possible to gain the air advantage. In addition to the facts that several of the downed ships were set to crash into the Imperial Palace, and possibly disrupt the Space Marine line.

Ultron meanwhile noted something quite interesting. He was an expert at understanding technology, and what he scanned of the Space Marines was most intriguing indeed. For he discovered that despite the fact that it was clearly several times more advanced than the technology applied to his lesser clones, this technology was poorly implemented. It was paired with cruder works, and less advanced technology. While the Space Marines had access to incredibly advanced technology, they clearly did not fully understand it's workings. They were simply replicating a much older technology, presumably from a more advanced era in their history. The second finding was the complete and utter lack of Artifical Intelligence, even the turrets were controlled by Tech Marines or Servitors. The massive Dreadnoughts, while superficially mechanical, contained a biological core that operated them. Based on the things they were saying, the Space Marines considered artificial intelligence 'heretical', explaining why they avoided it.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Also, I'll post for Apocalypse when I'm home. If I need to nerf the space marines then feel free to tell me.