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Demon Advent; v2.0's First Role Play!
Topic Started: Jan 24 2009, 09:59 PM (456 Views)
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Mighty plasma cannons boomed out from their positions along the steep wall, sending fists of furious blue fire into the horde of demons that scrambled up the blood slick slope. Each blast engulfed dozens of the minor demons, snarling hounds with tough red skin and curved horns, but still more came. These ravenous creatures seemed to have no end to their numbers. Or little regard for their own lives. Sergeant Major Dorian Raine knew what their tactic was as he watched them charge with a mindless frenzy towards fortifications they could never hope to breach through his electronic binoculars. They were cannon fodder; tools to eat away at morale and, more importantly, ammunition. Despite their ceaseless assault Raine was not concerned. Their plasma cannons were fed directly from the plasma core generator situated deep in the Fortress dungeons and unless that was destroyed the human defenders had little to worry from the hellish hounds.

“These aren't a problem but those might give us a hard time,” said Julius by his side, as though reading his thoughts. The Sergeant pointed to the horizon where huge figures lurked beyond the red-tinged fog. Dorian focussed on the hulking mammoths with his binoculars and felt a tremor crawl up his spine. The Sergeant Major was as stalwart a warrior as any but even he could not help but tremble before some of the foes that presented themselves from the fiery hells of an alternate dimension. Those behemoths had appeared a week ago and had yet to emerge from the mist that clogged even the most powerful of binoculars. Dorian didn't know whether to be grateful that they hadn't attacked yet, or afraid that they were massing for something that would undo them.

This planet, Zargon V, had proved to be somewhat of a bulwark against the Demon invasion so far and was about to act as a firm base for the long awaited counter attack. To have the main defence Fortress fall now would be catastrophic. It could mean losing the war and for man kind that meant nothing short of extinction. The Demon invaders knew nothing of mercy.

“They look big enough to tear through this wall like it was a picket gate,” continued Julius when his senior remained silent. This didn't bother him, Dorian was not a man to indulge in small talk.

“That remains to be seen Julius. We still don't know what they are. Their function might not even be assault.” replied Raine, lowering his binoculars and peering down at the bloody carpet of gore that covered the ascent to the Fortress walls.

“As much as I'd love to share you enthusiasm I've yet to meet one of their kind whose function does not serve the purpose of destruction.”

Dorian spared him a somewhat disdainful look and turned from his place of observation, marching down the battlements to where a shelter led to the keep below. “Are we so different Julius,” he muttered quietly as the soldier fell into pace behind him. Julius knew it was no question and glimpsed briefly to the shrouded history of the man he now served under. It was as impermeable as the red mists that cloaked the enemy from sight. Distantly, as the two made their way into the thickness of the wall, Julius wondered whether in the coming days, of which he would be spending much time in the company of his new leader, he would come to learn more of the shadowy Sergeant Major Dorian Raine.

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Colonel Phillips stalked the deck of the unfathomably huge Magellan Cruiser currently stalking the space lanes, running silently in the hope of catching biotech smugglers.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the shrill voice of the young communications officer;

"Incoming Distress Call sir, The Citadel on Zargon V has come under Demonic attack. Fleet Command request our immediate assistance.

"Very well ensign, set course, best possible speed."
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Sam woke up to the loud beeping of a clock. He stepped out of bed, staring at the white wall infront of him. He smacked his alarm clock and went into the bathroom. Then he noticed that the beeping was not the alarm clock at all. He let out a sigh and walked over to his computer. A 3D hologram appeared in front of him, the figure was sitting at an oakwood desk with a white mug and a typical army general appearance (Beret, mustache, serious face.) which he immediately recognized as one of his superiors. "Good morning Sam. Hope I didn't wake you up" smirked the man on the hologram. "Not at all sir, you know I wake up at 4 AM every day.." said Sam. "Enough chit chat Sam, we've got a situation." the hologram said. "What is it now, some rookie overloaded his Neuroship again?" Sam said. "This is far more serious.. At least we think it is." A screen of a different planet popped up. "As you can see things have been pretty busy on Zargon V. The situation is under control so far, but in order to make sure we don't lose our forward positions we need someone with capabilites such as yours." Said the hologram. "Fine fine, but only if you get me my Neuroship when I get there." Sam said. "Gotcha, Commander out." Said the hologram just before it faded away again.

A good half an hour later Sam packed his bags and was ready to board one of the larger spaceships that were en route to Zargon V. A small boarding ship landed on a green patch near Sam's house. Sam took a last look at his house, he knew he wouldn't see it for quite a while.
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"Colonel, we're dropping out of Hyperspace!"

As the sleek form of the Magellan cruiser exited from the hyperspace window, it was apparent that things were not as fleet command had the crew believe.
The planet's surface was unrecognisable, even from orbit the signs of a long drawn out battle were horrificly apparent. A fact that was driven home by the blasts of infernal energy making their way, even now, from the planet's surface.

We are taking fire from the surface sir!

Hold your fire, we cannot take the risk that we might fire upon our own forces, we're here to help not hinder. Open a secure channel to the Citadel...

This is Colonel Phillips of Allied Space Command to anyone still alive on the planet's surface, please respond...
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General Typhus Morde looked up from the tactical-interface table when Sergeant Major Dorian Raine and Sergeant Julius entered the command room, located deep in the Fortress. He nodded to the two men and waved them over. They advanced with the speed of men who knew that in times of war every second mattered and Morde was once again reassured that he had picked the right soldiers to lead the spearhead of the counter-attack. The fate of the human race relied on these men and the team they would pick in the days to come and Typhus dearly hoped they knew the burden that they hefted, even now, upon their shoulders. Dorian reached the other side of the electronic table and threw a sharp salute and was followed curtly by his second in command, Julius.

"General," said Dorian, his voice steely.

"Ah, Raine, Julius," replied Typhus. He swept a gloved hand over the surface of the table and the information that resided there disappeared out of view to be replaced by a blank white screen with a queue of tabs, "I've been given the green light for the operation. As you know you will gather a team of those who you believe you can trust and will take a ship to the planet Everto to close the dimensional rift. We have perfected the device you will require to mend the rift and it is being transported here as we speak."

"Is there a set deadline for gathering my crew sir?" asked Raine, his face unreadable.

"We had originally planned to let you take your time but because of circumstances it would be ideal if you gathered together your team in three-hundred and thirty six hours."

"Two weeks," muttered Julius from behind the Sergeant Major.

"Circumstances?" inquired Dorian, his eyes narrowing.

"Indeed. I'm sure you've noticed already," sighed the General, running his finger over a tab to bring up pictures of titan like figures shuffling behind a thick red mist, "Until seven hours ago we didn't know the function of these things but we have received a report from the fall of Methius Prime."

The general tapped a small icon by the side of the picture and a thin screen of light was projected above the table. The three men watched, from the view of a soldier’s helmet-cam, as the defences of the fortress at Methius Prime held back a flood of demon hounds and larger, hulking beasts that swung axes and hammers that would be unwieldy to humans, or breathed fire from mouths full of jagged teeth. For a few minutes everything seemed to be fine, the battle easily tipping in their favour as the wall turrets destroyed the enemy in swathes of gore. Then there came a roar like the collapse of a mountain and the video shook as the soldier clasped at his ears. The camera view returned to looking out over the battlements in time to see gargantuan creatures lurching from an impermeable red mist. They were easily as tall as any sky scraper and their bodies were bound in muscle that looked as solid as steel. With every ground shaking footfall they drew closer to the wall and the streams of ammunition that reached out to the titans did little to deter them. The view backed away as the soldier took stumbling steps backwards in fear before the screen was suddenly dominated by a huge face of such terror that it even made Dorian lean backwards slightly. The eyes were slits of scarred tissue, the nose a mere hole in the demon's face and the mouth was bare of any flesh, the teeth and rotting gums that held them in place visible to all. For a moment it was as though the leviathan was speculating upon something before the mouth of nightmares stretched open and smashed down on to the wall. The video flickered and fell into static.

Typhus waved the screen away, "We don't know when will strike but we don't want to be taking any chances. Now although the fort at Methius Prime didn't have our plasma cannons defending them we saw how impervious those things were to the amount of fire power they hurled at them. Whether or not our plasma cannons will stop them isn't something I really want to test. I am sure you can understand our desire for haste."

"Understood General, I will-" but Dorian as cut off as a voice crackled through the communications link at the side of the table.

"This is Colonel Phillips of Allied Space Command to anyone still alive on the planet's surface, please respond..."

"The navy has arrived," hissed Typhus, the relief in his voice palpable as the officers about him hurried to secure a channel and orbital view of the ships. Morde held down a button on the communications link and spoke to Colonel Phillips.

"Colonel this is General Morde. We are under severe attack but that has been the situation for months now. It will be good to have some orbital support though. Have you dealt with their space fairing units yet?"

- - -

In the void of space surrounding Zargon V, ship sized demons unfurled wings like massive sails and hurled themselves towards the disturbance they had felt in the orbit of the planet they were currently assaulting. Glittering waves of blue emanated from each beat of their wings and propelled them through the vacuum, their snarling mouths flickering with flames as they prepared themselves for the battle to come...


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//Will edit as soon as I have a chance.
Edited by Sparky, May 8 2009, 02:56 PM.
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