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DOA?:Stellacide; To end all wars
Topic Started: Dec 15 2008, 11:11 AM (13,265 Views)
Dark Jack
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The Phantom Poster
Short presentation of the RP style
My intention is that his RP is to be as free to evolve as possible, while it still exist in a world where the RP’ers can interact with each other however they please. The RP is mainly a war RP, but I also intent for it to be a RP with adventure, where groups of players go out to explore the many star systems of the galaxy and unravel the many mysteries and secrets of the planets. If the RP’ers wish so, they may also make it a social RP and even lead a family, as long as it abides the RP rules stated farther below.

History
At some point during the course of history, humankind ended up in a horrifying nuclear war that raged all over the Earth, between all countries in a final World War. Uncountable lives were lost as the two main factions of Earth, the West and the East, brought devastation upon each other for several decades before an agreement of peace was achieved. However, at this point the innumerable amounts of nuclear explosions had taken its toll on Earth and the fallout had reached lethal doses. Seeing that Earth had been destroyed so utterly by the folly of mankind, they decided to use their newest technology in interstellar travel to abandon Earth and find a new place for future generations to live, until they could return in some centuries to reclaim their home-planet.

Transporting all survivors away from Earth, mankind soon found that there were no other planets in great distances with an atmosphere like that of Earth, but thanks to the new advance in science, they used terraforming to add oxygen and remove toxic gasses from the atmosphere of a planet that happened to have the right temperatures to sustain life. And so, humankind found a new home and flourished, their numbers and unity growing as they were no longer separated by country borders. Over time, their terraforming technology became more advanced, and soon they could alter the temperature on other planets as well, and before they knew it, mankind expanded into a multi-stellar empire.

After some centuries, scientists suggested for mankind to return to Earth in order to examine whether the planet could once again be inhabited by humans, but as scouts came there, they discovered more than they bargained for. In the absence of humans, insects had grown to become the new dominant species of Earth, having evolved and mutated much faster than all other creatures because of their fast rate of reproduction and the effect of the nuclear radiation they had been exposed to during the war of humans many hundred years ago. The insects had become a civilization of their own, being bigger and smarter than ever. However, intimidated by a new, sentient race that could challenge the dominion of humans, mankind attacked the insects, only to find the bugs having the advantage of much greater numbers and many different abilities that humans lacked. The human invaders were beaten and fled, only to mobilize their armada in their new home-system to prepare to attack Earth.

In the meantime, insects discovered a way of space-travel of their own and expanded their own territory as well, and soon there were planets where both species could be found in. But there was always distrust, always hostility, because the two races were at war… humans to reclaim the planet that they thought was their birthright, being the old dominant species of Earth, and the insects to destroy the humans and remove the threat to their continued existence.

Intelligent Insect Races (Playable)
Panzerus (Plural: Panzeri)
An evolved form of the common beetle, the Panzerus is one of the larger of the insectoid races, towering at about one-and-a-half times the height of the average human. They are also one of the less intelligent of the sentient bugs, but still smart enough to think on its own. Panzeri come in many colors, depending on what environment they are from, but have in common that they are always covered in a much harder exoskeleton than the other insectoids, making it virtually invulnerable to all but the most powerful of impacts, while it also possess great raw power, but move slowly due to the hindrance and weight caused by the exoskeleton. They have six legs, of which the four hind ones still function as they did when they were at their old stage of evolution, while the front pair has evolved to form a couple of arm-like extremities.

Mind
Minds are rather remarkable creatures, mostly because they are not really a creature, but a being made of many. They are a further evolvement of ants, which, since they already had natural abilities that bordered to the perfect compared to their size, never evolved in physical ways, but instead increased in the ways of their mental strength. Each separate hive of ants developed a combined consciousness, all of the bugs sharing the same thoughts and opinions, and thus millions became one. A single Mind is made by a greatly varying number of ants and a single queen that produce new bodies for the Mind, while all the ants combine to form a single being in the shape that changes as the smaller organisms move, but usually takes the shape of a human. The size of Minds of course varies according to the number of ants it is made from, but they will mostly be as big to bigger than humans. Minds are highly intelligent and possess telepathic abilities (reading others’ thoughts and communicating with thoughts) as well as ants remain able to lift one-hundred times their own weight… which is a lot, when there are millions at one place. A Mind can only die if all the ants it is made of dies. If the queen is killed, it will be up to three days before another take its place and continue the reproduction. Finally, Minds never age, since as the ants it is made of age and die, they are just replaced, and thus they are as close to immortal as they get without actually being it. All of these abilities combined qualify Minds to be the leaders of the insectoid races.

Arachid
The new evolutionary state of spiders, the arachids are an entirely new species that is widely feared, even by most other insectoid races, since they remain predators and has been known to eat other insectoids. Over the years, they have developed to have a larger body, making it almost at the size of a human, and while most insectoids has either evolved to have six legs and no arms or four legs and two arms, the arachids have six legs and two arms, as well as their front-pair of legs (also known as its arms) have mutated to have finger-like claws, thus giving the arachids an ability that all other insectoid races lack: the ability to use tools. This and their very cunning nature makes the ones that are not blindly following their primitive instincts and eating other insects valuable members of the insectoid society. Arachids also maintain the ability to make sticky silk-threads to utilize in many different ways, as well as the web of the arachids is one of known substances in the galaxy that is hardest to destroy. Arachids also has the ability to jump over long distances and can extract a powerful poison from between their mandibles.

Buzzer
While having a depressingly simple name, buzzers are not to be underestimated, since their name is truly fitting for them. They are the evolved version of the common bee, and while they have two pairs of legs and one pair of arms, like most insectoids, they also have maintained their wings from their earlier state of evolution. They are amongst the smallest of creatures in the new world on Earth (if you do not count the Minds’ many, separate organisms as creatures by themselves), being only half as tall as the average human being, and while they are often enthusiastic and eager to get things moving and work as hard as they can, they are not much smarter than the blunt Panzeri. They are quick, however, as their wings give them the gift of flight and the ability to move at a rapid rate at ground-level, and over time, mutations luckily corrected the detail about bees dying after having stung someone just once. Now the buzzers’ stings are permanent and sharp, making them dangerous in great numbers or if they can find a vital spot to sting.

Silencer
Named by the straggling survivor of a recent insect raid as Silencers, these formidable insects have exoskeleton which are infused with micro-bacteria. These micro-bacteria react with the neuropulses from it's brain, changing it's color to blend the creature into the background, making it hard to detect. However, given the short lifespan of the micro-bacteria, the Silencers need to constantly rub their bodies with plant sap to feed the microorganisms and to boost their reproductive rate. Failure to do so will render the insect completely without camouflage, since once all the micro-bacteria dies off, it's impossible to get them back on the chitin. The Silencer's eyes have evolved from the usual compound eyes of insects giving it superior eyesight, but only during the daytime. It is virtually blind during the night. The exoskeleton, though immune to small arms projectile fire, will be shattered into pieces if hit with sufficient force. Both arms are encased by some unknown keratin compound, giving it a sleek, shiny surface that is able to deflect beam attacks. Though lacking any flight ability, the Silencer possesses keen agility and reflexes, enhanced speed and exceptional close combat capabilities. However, it lacks stamina and will tire quickly after an intense battle. Normally used in hit and run raids or for ambush, the Silencer is a fearsome foe indeed. Both arms are actually wicked looking scythes, its blade honed to a sharpness that matches those of carbon-fiber alloy blades and are capable of slashing through all but the thickest armor.

Oris
With it's four mandibles gaping and dripping with acidic saliva, the Oris is a fearful and ugly sight, one only a mother could love. These insects bred very quickly, as each female can lay up to a batch of 50 eggs per week. The eggs takes very little time to hatch, only 5 days, the fastest species to ever hatch from eggs. From there, the hatched Oris need approximately 3 weeks before reaching full adult size. This causes the Oris to be the most abundant species of insects in the world, populating moist and warm areas where their eggs can grow. Due to this, the Oris are largely used as the vanguard attack force, using their superior numbers to overpower enemy lines and outposts. The Oris has 2 pairs of wings on it's thorax, enabling it to fly for short distances or to escape from danger. The creatures are frequently founds in large swarms, being a social species. Retaining much of it's former body shape, the Oris would look like an oversized cockroach except that instead of 3 pairs of legs, it has only 1 pair with the frontal legs evolving into arms with sharp claws. Feeding off carcasses and toxic plants, these evolved roaches are highly poisonous. Their claws are toxic and they can spit acidic goo at their enemies, making them a fierce fighting force. Though their exoskeleton are quite tough and can take withstand a few rifle shots, their shells are susceptible to heat and would dry and crack if it gets too hot, exposing their soft insides. Besides, their underbelly chitin are considerably softer and can be easily breached by any weapon. Therefore, it is no surprise that these insectiods stoop over constantly to protect their softer bellies. Their wings are brittle and easily destroyed, hampering it's movement ability. Sometimes, these creatures are used in ambushes as they are able to dig shallow holes. By diving into these holes and covering it up with a layer of dirt, a whole swarm of Oris can stay invisible to human eyes. Certainly not high on the IQ, they are still a force to be reckoned with.

Scorpio
Named after Scorpio the Heavenly star, this hunter is hell for those who are unfortunate enough to meet it. Black as death, these insects are used to attack enemies under the cover of the night as they possess incredible nightvision. Their huge tails had mutated to a somewhat smaller version though just as fast and just as venomous. It's body is somewhat human in shape, with a long, spear like tail which it uses to impale their victims in surprise attacks and also to balance itself. Oddly enough, though most of the Scorpios are wholly black in color, there are reports of some of them having white heads, giving them a sinister appearance. Their hands consist of a 2 fingered hand with a thumb, all armed with sickle shaped claws that are perfect for tearing into human flesh. Though not lacking in speed and stealth, it's arms are considered quite weak, being only as strong as a human's. Their tails make up for their inadequacies as it can strike lightning fast with enough force to pierce through even the thickest armor, to deliver its deadly sting venom which causes the cellular decomposition of the victim. Furthermore, it uses its flexible tail as a balance when it is running to unsure it doesn't topple over. Only active during the night, the Scorpio's skin is extremely sensitive to light of all forms, including UV, IR and even microwave. Extreme amount of either type of light will blind it and even cause it's skin to burn and shrivel up or even maim the creature, but not enough to kill it. Only a thin layer of chitin and skin envelops the Scorpio, meaning it is susceptible to any forms of attacks. Though it's light sensitive skin may seem to be more of a liability than an asset, it is able to absorb light and even refract sound waves, rendering radar useless against it and enabling it to be totally invisible in the darkness. Swift, elegant and an agent of Death himself, the Scorpio strike fear into the hearts of men when they hear it's unmistakable clicking noise during the night.

(I would like to thank Fyre Prince for designing the Silencer, Oris and Scorpio as well as supplying me with the attached images.)

Obedient Insect Races (Non-playable)
Besides of the sentient species of bugs mentioned above, there are also several insectoids that have not developed as much of a consciousness as these, making them more of tools to the intelligent insectoids than actually being sentient themselves. These are:
Crosser, an enormous, winged bug that is at the size of some smaller human spaceships. These have developed so that their exoskeleton is even harder than that of the Panzeri, as well as they have become able to store up great amounts of air within them and only need very little to survive. Thus, the Crossers can actually swallow other insectoids and transport them over great distances, even through the reaches of outer space, to throw up its passengers at the destination. It is gross, but it is the insectoid version of interstellar travel.
Crukon, a huge insect that is only second to the massive size of the Crossers. Crukons are not only large, but their exoskeleton is lighter than most as well as its front pair of legs make it an able digger, capable of making long underground tunnels across vast distances only to appear at the other end (say, behind enemy lines) and release a powerful rampage as it unleash a physical strength that exceeds that of all other insectoids. Is mostly just used as a primitive siege weapon, but has little other uses.
The Farter was named by humans when they first returned to Earth and tried to drive the insectoids away, only to meet heavy resistance, and that resistance was, amongst other things, Farters. A Farter is a large insectoid, although not comparable to the larger cousins of Crossers or even the Crukons, and besides of that, its hind-body is by far the largest part of its body. Upon mixing different chemicals inside its hind body, the Farter creates a chain-reaction that generates large amounts of energy, and upon starting the reaction, it shoot out the chemicals in the form of a spray of glowing purple liquid that, when it touches anything, will burn it away in seconds. They are considered the main defensive unit in the insectoids, and truly, there is nothing that inspires greater fear to an invading human fleet that a horde of Farters pointing their hind bodies towards them… of course, it only makes it worse when they realize that their ammunition burns as well.

Humans
Simply put, humans have not changed much in physical ways at all during their long time away from Earth, and they mostly rely on their much more advanced technology for victory. However, a few humans have evolved during this time as well, gaining telekinetic powers (the ability to move objects with the will alone). These special individuals often quickly advance either to a high position as officer in the fleet of the human empire, or to an early grave if the fleet deem them unwilling to submit. Other than that I assume that you know what humans are and what we are capable of.

Factions in the Milky Way

The Empire
When humanity traveled into space and abandoned Earth, and thereby also abandoned the country-borders that had kept them apart for ages, humans united in a single faction that worked together to restore the race and take it to new heights that humanity had never dreamt of before. In the beginning, this faction was called the Alliance, because the many human cultures still survived and humans were governed by a democratic leadership, but over time, as the cultural differences faded and disappeared, the Alliance gradually turned into the Empire, which is, despite its name, not lead by an emperor, but instead the leaders are merely guided in their decisions by the insight of a super-computer named Emperor.
The Empire was universal, ruling all humans, so soon, diplomacy became unimportant to them, and they instead developed their means in directions meant to stop all crime in the Empire, and when the insectoids were discovered, the majority of the Empire's funds went to the Imperial fleet. Thus the Empire is mainly a military faction.

The Earthlings
Although they live on Earth, no-one would actually call the insectoids that dwell on Earth or who holds their allegiance to Earth an Earthling, both because it would be to accept the fact that they own Earth (something humans persist to deny) and because insectoids would be offended by the term. Yet Earthlings is the best term to use, since Earth remains the center of their territory. The insectoids that serves the Earthlings (which is by far the most of them) mostly live by their primal instincts, except the highly advanced Minds, of course, and despite their highly developed genetic codes and brains, their society remains one of animals where the main purpose with their existence is to multiply and sustain themselves.
That very urge to remain alive is also what drives them to hate the humans, though, as the Empire seeks to exterminate the insectoids, and that very intention sparks the insectoids' survival instincts and makes them counteract by attempting to eradicate humanity, and many of the more savage insectoids believe that humans are worthless prey, barely even suitable for feeding on.

Omnichange
Although it started out innocently and did not call any attention to itself when the Mind, Retzaan, founded an organization called Omnichange, the ambitions and methods of the organization soon attracted the eyes of the Empire, and they were labelled as outlaws and criminals in order to try to stop them from expanding their activities. But despite the Empire's best efforts, Retzaan merely moved the headquarters of Omnichange to the untraceable astroid Terra Gamma, from which he controls all the activities of Omnichange.
The members of Omnichange mostly work for it because the organization has earned plenty of funds through illegal activities that not even other criminals dare to involve themselves in, and only the very fewest share the vision that Retzaan has: to end all wars in all of the universe, by any means necessary. Although it is Omnichange's official politics that they loathe violence, there have been several reports of its members falling to violence even when it could be avoided.

The Segai
What exactly the Segai are is still unknown, and most of the galaxy does not even realize they exist. All that is know is that a few people are whispering the name in the hidden, often with fear in their voices, and the ones who try to spread the message of the Segai's existence are first officially ridiculed by the Empire and then they tend to vanish without a trace...

Starting setting
At a spaceport on a remote planet called Gendon Delta 7, a large settlement with both insectoid and human inhabitants.

Rules
>No godmodding. Don’t go around and controlling other people’s characters, that’s just annoying.
>No instant death. Actually links to the first rule, since it requires that you control another character to kill it. Another player-controlled character can only die if the RP’er agree.
>Kissing, hugging and such is allowed, and so is breeding to a certain extent – but do NOT go around and describe the entire act of breeding. If anything, make a time-skip from when the act begins to when it ends. We don’t want any absurdities here.
>You may have only one main character and make as many NPCs (Non Playable Characters) as you wish.
>While there are no direct limits on how powerful your character may be, nor what race it can be, please refrain from being completely invincible. Remember, there are others playing here too.
>If you wish to play as another alien race than the insectoids, please PM me with a thorough description of the race before you submit an introduction so that I may judge whether it is acceptable in this RP and maybe implement it into the story somewhere along the way.
>Once you have submitted your introduction in this topic, please wait for me or another RP’er that I have granted the power to approve players before you start playing.

Introductions
I do not like the use of forms in creating your characters, and would prefer that you introduced yours in a paragraph rather than just listing some specifics of your character’s nature. I would like this paragraph to be of at least a little length, while it does not necessarily have to be a whole novel in itself. I will put a form below, for those who prefer to introduce their characters like that, but even if you chose to start with a paragraph it should still contain the details of the form.

Name:
Age:
Race:
Faction: (if any)
Description: (preferably in paragraph, but if you want a good picture can be accepted as well)
Personality/Motivation:
Biography: (determine length and detail yourself)
Special abilities: (This may include special skills or fields of knowledge, or if you choose to play as a different alien race, then whatever powers that has)
Equipment:
Starting paragraph:
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic

Walking down the corridor the young man held his head tightly, acting nearly as if he was afraid it might fall off. He was in the office of a neural surgeon, a specialist on the human brain, since it was widely assumed the bastard insects didn't have any. The bright lights meant to illuminate the halls only made him more nervous and he avoided looking directly at them. Flashing his dark brown eyes away from them and back along the wall again at a steady intervals. Talon hadn't understood what it meant until the doctor explained it to him, it was a long explanation after all.
Not an idiot he had remembered the key points at least, and more of it than was necessary at least. Probably Epilepsy triggered the man had said, whatever the hell that meant. All he knew about epilepsy was that bright flashing light induced seizures, he couldn't have any more seizures, not after the last one.

Large and horrid the creature approached, flitting wings darting in and out as it approached with stinger poised. The bastard bug was going to kill it, and a human had allied with it. Even in his memories he thought the words with such disgust he surprised himself. The creature was practically drooling with anticipation at devouring him, and the human wore a sadistic smile that sickened Talon, disgusted him and gave him the desire to spat. He was no longer human, no he was something else. Scum below scum, unfit to grace the bottom of his boot. As it approached he stepped back to the wall, the cool metal stopped his path, his back was against the wall so literally he wanted to laugh. That must have been the first sign of the disorder, whatever disorder it was. He reached up and combed through his hair with his hand, an unconscious habit, he did it when he got nervous, apparently even when he feared his own death. His eyes swayed from side to side, his soft face drenched with sweat and his entire body quivering with fear. He had knives, weapons at least, even if they were inferior they were weapons, well made as well in the fashion of all pitiful little rich boys. Tucked into his soft soled boots and one at his fine belt. It was a pity he was useless with either.

That was when it happened the moment the stinger rose above him to kill him, the moment the human stepped back with a grin on his face. The pleasure at the moment so evident that something inside Talon wanted to vomit with hatred.
To his eyes ropes of green popped up before his vision, flashing lights that betrayed him in sudden shocked exclamation. His voice was soft, almost high pitched, he hated his voice. Moment later his body was moving the lights had flashed once and then he was moving. He couldn't control his own muscles, they worked on their own his mental state was one of stunned fear, his mind nearly weeped if it could be said to do so. Dropping into a crouch his body drew the dagger from his boot with one hand, the heavy knife from his belt with the other.
Before he could even discern what was happening, his body moving without his commands left him feeling like a bystander. It had straightened suddenly snapping the thing wrist of his left hand so hard it sent pain lancing up it, he felt it but his body didn't seem to it only twitched for a moment and the hand was in his pocket thumb tucked into his belt. The knife drove itself into the man's neck, slipping out the other side leaving his neck hanging from strips of flesh. The gore sickened him but his stomach didn't even turn, it simply stared at the bug. The great bastard hadn't even realized what was happening, it's companion lay gurgling in a pool of it's own blood, and it just kept moving towards him.
Stepping towards it his body reached out with it's empty and hurting hand pleadingly, and thrust the knife up so hard that it ripped the creatures abdomen open, spilling blood and gore out onto him with nauseating speed.
He could feel his mouth smile, but he hadn't made it do that. He felt and saw it move pick up the knife and remove the humans head, tossing it onto the bugs corpse. Somehow that seemed right to Talon, terribly, terribly right.


He hadn't told the doctor about that of course. He'd cooked up some story being sure to remake the symptoms as best he could. As far as he could tell it was one of the three types of seizures, the medium severity seizure. Except he wasn't supposed to be aware, that was the anomaly. Psychomotor reaction, his bodies muscles acting without his direct commands. The problem was it could hurt him, his muscles could work harder in that state, break his bones. His wrist had been broken, the doctor had repaired it with ease. Broken bones were hardly a problem these days, but he didn't like the idea that his own body could hurt him.
Reaching for the knife at his belt he felt it's handle slick with blood, he hadn't even washed it off. He almost hurled again there, but there just wasn't anything left.
After a few minutes retching in the hallway he walked on weak and tired.

((Tell me if I missed anything.))
"I mourn that which may have been but will never be."

"Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp"

"An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity"

"Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit."

"You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it."

"Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty."
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(Accepted Silvermourn, although you haven't mentioned how he look.)

It had been years since Melai had cursed and sworn like he did now, spitting inummerable oaths towards the cockpit as his eyes darted between the three monitors and the transparent "wind"-shield in the front of his ship, the "Rey de los Muerte". His hands moved quickly over the controls in front of him, flipping switches and pressing buttons at random, all while he tried to figure out how to move the control collumn to maneveur the spacecraft correctly, all while that annoying, metallic, female voice kept warning him that he was being chased.
"Could have boarded a trading frieghter," Melai muttered to himself while he tried to concentrate, "There are hundreds of those throughout the galaxy every day, one wouldn't be missed at once. And they aren't that well-protected. But nooo, it had to be an imperial transporter, and they had to kill my entire crew." He smashed both of his fists into the control panel as he let out an angry yell. "Always leave the pilot in the ship, damn it! I never learn how to fly this piece of junk!"

Suddenly the entire ship gave a jolt and started shaking violently, and the annoying voice reported that he had been hit. But what the heck was he supposed to do? He had no crew-members to man the cannons and shoot the sons-of-bitches - he was one man, the captain, left alive from his original pirate gang. He could not do a thing when countered with an entire swarm of imperial "Hunter"-gunships.
The Hunters are too small and with too weak engines to use Starjump-drives, he thought to himself, continuing to search through the controls, If I can just find the way to activate it, I can get back to Terra Gamma in a moment, way ahead of those people. But how do I use that thing?
But as if the imperial pilots had read his mind, the Rey de los Muerte shook again and the three monitors started flashing red.
"IMPULSE-BOOSTER DAMAGED," the computer reported with its annoying voice, "STARJUMP-DRIVE DISABLED."
"Bastards!" Melai roared, yanking the T stick violently to the side and caused his ship to make a sideways roll just in time to evade a bright-yellow charge of energy from one of the Hunters' cannons, and as the Rey stabilized again, a single Hunter passed by it and flew in front of it. Like all Hunters, it was smaller than most spacecrafts and only had room for the pilot and a co-pilot in its arrow-shaped cockpit, while the rest of the ship was made up by the engine and the charge-cannon placed beneath the vessel. With a smirk, Melai reached down to the stick and pressed the red button on the end of it, thus firing his own laser, and as it struck the much smaller ship, the Hunter could no longer contain the air-pressure inside of it and seemed to first open up like a flower before it exploded in a cloud of scrapnel.

Two more times was the Rey hit before the computer relayed another report. "ENGINE TWO AND FOUR DAMAGED, FUEL LEAK DETECTED. SYSTEM POWER DOWN TO 39 PERCENT. LANDING IS STRONGLY RECOMMENDED."
"I know, you useless calculator!" Melai told the voice angrily, taking evasive action to avoid being hit by another barrage, "I just need somewhere to land, right? And those there are of course lots of in outer space! Where is that damned navigational system..." Flipping a few more switches, Melai was surprised that one of the monitors actually turned into a map over nearby planets and stars, as well as his own position was marked there. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, "Finally some luck! Okay, the closest planet is Gendon Delta 7... that's where I'm headed, then. It had better not be a gas planet..."

Increasing the power to full throttle, the Rey de los Muerte sped up, the big, flat-nosed spacecraft with room enough for at least thirty men and with four regular fusion-fuelled rockets and a single impusle-booster, as well as six different laser cannons (only one of them placed so that it could be used from the cockpit) and set the course for the nearby planet...

A few minutes later, Melai found himself standing mostly unharmed next to his crash-landed spacecraft, having crushed several alien-looking trees upon his return to the ground. He had taken nothing but what he had with him - his long, black boots, gray pants and red trench-coat, as well as his antique ballistic pistol by his belt. He really had no time for taking anything else, because he knew the imperials would soon be there, and by then, he had better be gone. He had seen a nearby spaceport... he could hide there, and once the heat was off, he could probably find a new crew and someone to repair the Rey de los Muerte there.

"What a day," he sighed, starting the walk towards the settlement, "This can't possibly get any worse..."

(I figure that a Hunter gunship would look something like this:
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A rather young, mostly blue-green Xeian stood, looking at her own small spaceship, trying to recall whether she had indeed all things ready for leaving.
She had arrived here only short time ago, to gather the supplies for supposedly long-lasting mission. The main aim of it was further investigation of the new-found, relatively intelligent races, which had apparently appeared in a galaxy not very far from their own.

***

They, Xeians were the most intelligent and highly developed race found in here, already inhabiting a huge number of stellar systems, forming the Xeian Galactical Union.
Still, there were several other, some of them undiscovered, galaxies, which might have their own races of various beings, many of them not yet known.

Only a few standard years ago that was discovered, that one of the planets which had deemed to be completely lost the intelligent life, had now again developed several insectoidic races, not to mention that the original race, humans, had reappeared. It wasn't all, they had spread all over the closest planets- even when they had not yet reached the galaxy the Xeians lived in.

***

The waspinoid heard the enormous doors which lead to the docking hall to close. The starship she was on was huge, the size comparable to a very large human city. All starships were huge. They were meant to serve as support and trading centers, if not simply as another place to live in. Constructing these was a lot easier than creating artificial planets, with the additional bonus of great mobility.

She finally decided that everything was probably ready. When she would remember something she didn't have, then returning was not so hard task thanks to the tunnel-jumping technology.
Walking up to the relatively small space-craft, capable of transporting five Xeians at once, but which needed only one.

She was rather happy to own the thing- her last one had been already very old, at least several centuries, with rather erratic tunnel-jumping ability. Too many times had she seen the letters on the main screeen announce: "TUNNEL-JUMP CANCELED. SYSTEM FAILED: Error Code TS-563-C"
It made her almost shiver at times. When the ship would have committed the jump instead of writing big red messages on the screen, she would have ended up as a lot of tiny, lonely pieces in somewhere outer space. Generally, even the old ship's materials had already been worth more than the ship itself.
No problems with the new one she had bought a month ago.

The wasplike being then placed one of her four hands on a marking positioned on the ship's shining side, causing a square piece of the hull to slid to the side with a quiet hissing sound and the "legs" the ship was standing on to pull back, leaving the thing to levitate a few centimeters above the ground. Only she, Zet'kil, could make the ship to obey her. It was set like that, programmed into the very being of the thing.

After passing the small room, which was meant to isolate the inside of the ship from the whatever conditions were outside, she stepped in front of the controls, sending a request to the starship to leave.
Soon enough, the full side of the hall moved out of the way, leaving an opening large enough for a ship a lot larger than hers to leave.

Floating out of the hole, which closed automatically after the small craft had departed, she inspected carefully the different screens, controls and buttons surrounding her. It was quite similar to the old one, since the general placement had remained the same through history.

Moving her one three-fingered hand across something what looked like a small keyboard, typing in the coordinates for the planned jump, one other hand holding the main control stick, while the third switched on the main driving engines. It was basically the only bad thing about tunnel-jumping: It needed a certain, very high speed to be reached before the jump could be made.

The scale shown announced that the needed speed had been reached. For a mere part of a second, the ship seemed to stand in one place in the air, without slowing down a little bit at first, then, it was gone.

Tunnel-jump successful: Destination reached. announced the screen. Zet'kil, whose name written out in the long, full form was actually Zet'kil-EX-Sket'la'naq'kna'te, and her small ship were now somewhere near a planet, inhabited by both humans and insectoidical races, numbered C-U156t by Xeians, although the local races preferred to call it Gendon Delta 7.

She, after closing most the distance between the ship and the planet and slowing down significantly, switched off the main engines, activating the secondary set instead. The plutonium-based fuel the main engine used had been discovered to be highly poisonous to lifeforms like those here. The aircraft entered the atmosphere of the planet and started to lower itself, until even the secondary engines were switched off, leaving the ship into its normal, levitating state, floating a few meters above the ground.

She didn't yet come out of it, letting the ship scan the area around them (Her, when not to count the ship.). She appeared to be close to some kind of settlement, a spaceport perhaps. She left the ship floating by itself, walking into the back half of it, to take whatever she might need in the local society, which she is supposed to melt in.

((I should have a picture of common Xeian somewhere in my computer, but apparently I am unable to find it. I might make a new one instead of finding the old.))
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-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
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Age: 34
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Personality/Motivation: Unbending in his mission to free Earth of the infestation, he will use any means he can and will stop at nothing to further his goal.
Biography: Joshua signed up for military service at the age of 18. After completing his initial IQ tests, he was transferred to the Commanding Personnel Academy. There, he has built an exceptional record and renown as a tactician; his unusual way of thinking and problem solving baffled everyone at his strategic genius.
It was of no surprise that upon finishing the Academy at age 24, he was appointed to the command of his first armed ship, a small frigate. After 6 years of dull fringe-world patrols, he was eager to see action. When news of the first expeditionary force sent to Earth reached the UIF Command, he jumped at the opportunity to lead a heavily armed battlecruiser to the conflict.

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- Unusually good at stellar logistics, tactics and strategy.
- Received training as a fighter pilot, and has proficiency in operation of artillery and heavy weapons.

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The 'Apollyon', Aesir-class battlecruiser.
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Width: 70 meters / 230 feet
Height: 65 meters / 213 feet

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Interstellar Battlecruiser 'Apolyon'.
Date: 02-DE-2684.
Position: Exiting starjump at planet A-265-07 - 7th planet, Geldon Delta system.

[Music Theme - Standing Victorious]

The large metal doors slid sideways with a sound hiss. Black boots thumped faintly against the paved floor as the gray trenchcoat, trimmed with dark blue -the generic Imperial commanders' uniform could be seen. The man wearing it had deep brown, almost black hair and and matching brown eyes along with a mustache and beard.
The moment he walked into the round room in a fast pace, he turned to one of the officers standing beside the door. "Report, Subcommander."

The man turned towards him and snapped a salute. "-Captain Emerson. We have dropped to impulse and are preparing to dock at the nearest spaceport before continuing towards Earth. The latest survey has shown that we need additional repair kits and the food synthesizers need a re-stock."
Emerson nodded. "Very well, then. Proceed."
"- Aye-aye."

He walked up to the middle of the room, and took a seat in the large armchair that almost looked like a modern version to the medieval thrones. He laid his hands on the soft and fine metallic surface of the arm supports, which became warm to the touch. A thin blue stream of light scanned his palms and once his prints were verified, the hologram of a woman with shoulder-length almond brown hair and eyes dark as coal that seemed to sparkle ever so slightly. Her face was sleek with a pale skin.

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"Good to see you again, sir." it said as a smile crossed her face. Then, she walked up to him and sat in his lap. Sophisticated technology altered air density and gravity around the seat to simulate actual pressure.
"Good to see you too, Nemesis. What have you got for me?" Josh responded and returned the smile.
"I'm a bit sad I need to stop here." She answered in an almost purring voice while fiddling with the captain's hair. "I'm a warship, sir, I feel useless when I'm not in combat." Josh kept his casual smile, as he was amused by the whimsical behavior of Nemesis. He took a deep breath and began in an almost fatherly tone. "Don't worry, once we reach our destination, you'll have enough things to fire your payload at. But remember that you have a human crew, and we need food."
"I know.." She said, heaving a sigh. She brushed his hair one last time before she rose back up and ran her fingers through her hair as she turned towards the screens.
"We've arrived at the spaceport. Commencing docking procedures."

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The Telkran are a race of shapeshifters from the Alteran Sector. Their borders cross that of the humans on the outlying regions of their space. Because of their ability to blend in with any environment, they found it quite easy to get away with illegal activities. Subsequently they became renown for their Black Market goods. They deal in anything; guns to planet killers, shielding, starships, and even slavery. If there is something in the known galaxy that you want, the Alteran Consortium can deliver it. They are radically advanced compared to both the humans and insectoids. They are first and foremost profiteers, having no allegiance to anyone but their own Syndicate. They have a self serving code of ethics, and little care for the dilema of their customers. 'If you have the money, we will supply.' As for the war, most Telkrans wouldn't bother with a war this primitive, but Lya D'Vahl likes to meddle. Life has been boring and at least it's something to do. Who knows, she might even be induced to choose a side and fight.


Name: Lya D'vahl
Age: 32
Race: Telkran
Faction: Alteran Consortium
Special abilities: Shapeshifting, electromagnetic capabilities
Equipment: Alteran Interceptor - with chrono-phase canon, chrono-phase pistol

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Lya practically absorbed the control panel. Her electrical impulses interfaced directly with the circuits and crystals, constantly adjusting her flight path through the asteroids. There were no actual controls to manipulate or read, just a flat sponge-like, saline surface, that allowed her to connect directly with the ship. She loved the symbiotic feeling as it responded to her thoughts, it was but a shell for her form. Sealed inside the control room, she could let go her cohesion. In her natural state she appeared as nothing more than a gaseous cloud. Loose particles of energy that flowed and ebbed through the chamber. Needing a certain amount of free space to relax, her control room was built to her exact requirements. She and the ship were as one. She could even feel the absolute cold of the hull as if it were her skin.

She wondered why the Hunters even bothered their pursuit. She couldn't remember the last time a Telkran interceptor had been captured. Her ship was created for speed and as soon as she got clear of the asteroids and activated her cloaking device, she'd be free. The next instant, she lost control as a photon burst, blasted against her hull. Careening wildly at the searing pain, it took a moment before she regained control. That was not a smart thing to do, she chided them. Normally she liked to toy with Imperials for the fun of it, but this just got her angry. She swept into a loop around the next large asteroid heading straight back for the Hunter. Firing her chrono-phase cannon at point blank range, while swiftly banking to the right, she grinned at the gaping hole in it's hull. The particles had been dispersed along the space-time continuum as so many random bits of metal and flesh. The ship slowly tumbled into an oncoming asteroid with a satisfying plasma burst, and was no more.

She and her race were renowned for their ability to procure and deliver anything you might want. Although they did reserve the newest and best technology for themselves. Their ships were the finest in the sector and their illegal activities were virtually unstoppable. Having the technological edge took some of the fun out of running, but she could live with that. She had no death wish, but adrenaline and endorphins were the spice of life. To use them naturally was the thrill. She hated the sloths that just bought the stuff, Wire-heads, she cursed. In her thirty two years she had never understood them. They didn't deserve to call themselves Telkrans.

Now, where to go? She had a hull full of weapons, and contraband, with no place to unload them. Sensing the star map, she saw that she had run straight into the Terran Sector. It was primitive, but perhaps she could have some fun and dump some of her cargo. She also needed to tend that photon burn on her wing. She really shouldn't run without her shields, but were was the fun in that?

There! Gendon Delta 7 seemed to have a well established colony. With her subspace warp field engaged she made the almost instantaneous jump and was soon streaming through the atmosphere of the remote planet. With luck, she might be the first Telkran to have contacts here. Thoughts of profit had her eager to land, when she caught sight of a downed ship. Scanners showed no life forms aboard, free salvage. This was her lucky day. As she scanned outward toward the city, she spotted a lone male heading away from the ship. Good she had time to peruse at her leisure. If he didn't care enough to guard his vessel, she wasn't above absconding with a few things.

She settled her ship next to his and turned on her cloaking device. A rough scan gave her a good idea of the species here and she adjusted her form to humanoid. Her long black hair flowed to the base of her spine. Her eyes were so dark they appeared black. Her otherwise perfect, dark skin was bare with the exception of various, decorative, tribal tattoos. Gravity lift in one hand and chrono-pistol in the other she headed to see what could be salvaged from the wrecked ship.




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Skar'kraail pressed through the thick foliage of the humid jungle, silent as a shadow. Extending his mutated pincer to slowly brush away an overhanging vine, he continued his way forwards, careful to make sure he didn't leave his clawprints in the soft, damp earth under him. The last thing he needed now was to be hunted by his own kind again. Reaching a gargantuan tree, he crouched down before shooting upwards in a blur of speed. In the same motion, he deftly slashed out with his pincer, scoring a firm grip upon one of the massive branches of the tree and pivoted mid air, using his momentum to change his trajectory. Yet, he landed upon the branch with without so much as a single "thump", so graceful was his landing.

With a yank, he dislodged his pincer and looked at it with hard, unflinching eyes that shone with a dull silver. The pincer's shell-like covering caught the slivers of sunlight that managed to permeate the thick canopy of leaves, glinting as if mocking him. Though outside he was as still as a statue, inside Skar'kraail was a roiling sea of turmoil. He cursed the genetic mutation that caused his right arm to develop into a pincer. It was the pincer that got him shunned by his kind and rejected by the insectoid colonies. He was deemed imperfect in creation and like all the others whom had slights, they were to be killed and their bodies to be recycled to feed a new generation of healthy insectoids. No surprise, his mother cared nothing for him, even helping the others to track him down and hunt him.

However, his pincer had been both his condemnation and salvation. He had managed to break out from his egg early using his pincer as a sledgehammer, saving himself from the initial inspection and killings. But foolishly, he had returned back to his kind where they immediately attempted to kill him. Again, his pincer had saved him. He was barely a months old at that time and though his exoskeleton and scythe were still soft, his pincer had already hardened and his muscles adequately developed. The youngsters gave no thought of his pincer and welcomed him with food and shelter, this for which he is grateful. However, he was discovered by a passing adult and was abruptly attacked. Fortunately, the adult Silencer was an old one, having little stamina and with little fight left. Skar'kraail managed to use his pincer's hard shell to deflect the blows that would otherwise devastate him and escaped unscathed except for a slash wound just above his eyesocket.

It was another 2 grueling months before he was beginning to reach maturity. Within that time, he had to constantly evade the patrols, keeping on the move and live off whatever the land could provide. Far and wide he had traveled, resting whenever his stamina failed him while taking refuge in the trees during the night. He dare not take to the caves in case a family of Scorpios might be living in there. Often he has heard their clicking noises when he was huddled up high in the branches of trees as they scoured the land. Thankfully, his camouflage system had served him well and he dutifully lathered himself in sap every morning to keep the micro-bacteria thriving.

A few times he had been discovered but he had managed to either escape or fight off his pursuers, even managing to kill off a few Ori during his last skirmish. The two months had molded him into a battle-hardened warrior and he knew every leaf and stone in the jungle. Furthermore, constant movement and battle had made him much stronger than the average Silencers and his stamina is much more lasting compared to the rest of his kind. There were others too, different species of insectoids whom had birth defects and were hunted just as him. They had formed a band and called themselves "The Forgotten". He was appointed leader of this ragtag group of misfits and he was determined to lead the group of mutated insectoids well, to ensure their survival and safety. However, with the oncoming war between the insectoids and human, he had to choose a faction soon, or be eliminated by the crossfire.

An odd squeaking sound below him brought him out from his reverie and he slowly crouched down before looking at the creature below him. Known to the insectoids as Rattatulas, they were the primary source of food in this planet as they breed as fast as the Oris themselves and are amply covered in meat. Still, due to its size, it still posed a threat to him as it could crush him with its jaws. He waited a few more moments until the mammal was slightly ahead of him before he leapt. It ended quickly. His scythe had sliced through its skull, spilling the Rattatula's still warm brains. Bathed in the crimson life fluids of the mammal, he sunk his head in and tore a chunk of the meat, relishing the taste of it. Then, with a great heave, he clamped his pincer around the mammal's midsection before dragging it off to his base where the others eagerly awaited his return.
Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us??
Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door.
Like everyone and trust no one.
Don't be humble. You're not that great.
Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.
Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back.
Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised.
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I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now.
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(You are all accepted. Although... now I face the problem that I do not know how to bring our characters together, despite placing them all on the same planet and in the same area. I will try to get a plot going nevertheless, though.)

As Melai walked through the jungle of Gendon Delta 7, moving closer to the starport he had seen earlier, he thought he heard movements in the surrounding vegetation. His hand instantly sought to his belt and drew the antique, and what some would even call ancient, pistol he always carried with him, all the six chambers loaded with primitive ballistic bullets that would make any modern man burst into laugher. While Melai pointed the barrel towards the trees, his eyes quickly raced over the inscription on the gun - "Smith & Wesson", it said, and although he had never heard about either of these men, he figured that they would have been either the makers or the designers of this kind of weapon back when it was made - before he moved on, returning the gun to its holster and went on. It was not like he was unused to traveling through unpopulated of more-or-less primitive planets, since his rather illegal activities often required that he set down the Rey de los Muerte away from civilization in order to avoid detection. If the imperial soldiers saw him, they would undoubtedly execute him on the spot for his several crimes - theft, piracy and murder not even being the worst of them - and the insectoids would most likely kill him as well just for being human. This galaxy was a dangerous place... ever since that blasted scouting-vessel had returned to Earth, the war had raged between the races and the Empire had become even more strict about their laws than before, even paranoid at times, and the insectoids had used their Crossers to spread to other planets and star-systems as well. Never a quiet moment away from Terra Gamma...

When he reached the walls that meant the borders of the spaceport, Melai made sure to hide between the trees as the single human guard patrolled the outer area, accompanied by his many guard drones, which most of all looked like floating bowling-balls with laser-weapons on its sides. Only when the coast was clear, he ran past them all and entered the main spaceport of the entire planet...
It was huge, one of the larger ones Melai had seen, and he had seen a lot. All around the port were big, metallic buildings that made up for the city, both humans and insectoids inhabiting these structures in equal numbers. There were thousands, if not tenthousands of houses, hundreds of which were as tall as what the old civilization had referred to as 'skyscrapers', and Melai had no doubt that millions of beings made their home, permanently or temporarily, here in this port. In the middle of the city was the spaceport itself, which was made up by a large crater-like hole in the ground with docking-bridges fastened along the edges of the hole, which allowed visiting spacecrafts to land and unload their cargo and crew and make business here. At the moment, there were only a couple of smaller vessels docked here, a single trading ship and a battle-cruiser that was apparently in the middle of the docking-procedure, but while Melai stood there and watched, several Hunters with the Imperial logo on them entered the spaceport and docked, unloading several armed Imperial soldiers... most likely looking for him.

"Shit," Melai muttered as he ran over to the nearest building to hide, since two of the Imperial soldiers came his way, "Of course it couldn't be easy to get new parts for the Rey, nooo, of course not. The freakin' Imperial pigs just have to meddle..."
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Zet'kil was looking through the things she had in the back half of her relatively small ship. Starting to feel strange seeing the relatively small amount of things she might need while being out there, she made a sharp clicking sound with her yaws. There sure wasn't a lot, the things themselves being very small and compact. All she needed for staying alive on planets of this kind. Well, she wouldn't die on the first day, neither on the second, but whether she could manage on the third, she didn't know. Best to rely on the technical inventions, to hope to be back to the ship on the right time. Who knows what is about to happen?

Amongst the other things, there was even one thing that was designed to be a weapon, though the technology it was based on was originally meant to cut through metals. Since the hostility of local races was still unknown, then she has to have something to fight against them.

They had discovered the activities in a far corner of distant galaxy only a few years ago. They had watched the inhabitants. Traced them. But never had a real Xeian walked amongst them without hiding herself. (Most of Xeian race, the same way wasps are is simply female, one fifth is consisting of simple males and a few are thrice as large females- the queens.) She was, practically, the first one to do it.

They knew their languages. They also knew that the two races were at war. They knew something about the technology they used. But that was, even when it might seem quite a lot, all they knew well.

The rest was not much- The bracelet-like thing aroung her lower left arm that let her control her ship from far distances, and through the ship, also let her stay in contact with her kind far away. The ship didn't need the thing for the system to recognize her. If someone would stole it and try to use it, the SX-type ship would remain unobedient.
Adding a few more things she thought might be good to have with herself in such a place, she thought that the equipment was enough.

Moving back to the frontal, control room, she no longer bothered with partially manual driving, but gave the ship verbal command instead, in the language of Xeians, which differed largely from that of humans.
Her full name, Zet'kil-EX-Sket-la-naq-kna-te, was usually enough for an example for those who wanted to know the sound of it.

The ship made a sharp turn, the levitation tech being enough to move it for the short distance- It wasn't nearly as fast, but it didn't use fuel and cost only a little energy, in comparison to the secondary engines.
As the thing floated soundlessly off in the direction of the spaceport, it didn't take much time until it was hovering over the streets, now relatively close to the ground, maybe one meter lower and the ship's hull would have scraped the surface. (Which was a thing that was possibly never going to happen.

Finally the SX-F6A stopped moving and remained motionless for a time, before a square piece of its hull slid away and revealed a rather nervous-looking Xeian, who was sliding one of her upper arms over her face, making her somehow even more wasplike than she really was.

She stepped on the street, looking around. Oddly, humans seemed to prefer many separate buildings, instead of one large, connected system. Definitely a difference from Xeian traditions. She looked around, her eyes scanning the area, ears picking sounds from the surroundings- She heard the very quiet sound of the door behind her closing, the pieces of speech reaching her.

The ship was levitating right behind her, still in the active state, ready to take orders. She knew it'll switch on the resting state when she will move away, to awake either because of her re-approaching, or on her command reaching the ship from the distance.

She started walking away from the thing which was also the only link to her home galaxies she had.
A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence.

-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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Peering intently at the human, he lowered his scythe simultaneously as the human returned his weapon back to its holster. Skar'kraail hissed silently at his own mistake. So foolish, so foolish! Only a Oris would think of dragging a dead mammal that weights four times its weight to investigate a disturbance. But still, to leave the dead Rattatula corpse would be inviting trouble as there were other deadlier predators out there.

And so, he had foolishly towed the downed beast and went in search of the disturbance his sensitive ears had picked up. He was nearing the human when the body of the Rattatula which he had perched upon a dead log, rolled off the rotten piece of wood and into a shallow indenture in the earth, crushing the soft vegetation under it's heavy body. Only a deaf creature wouldn't have heard the din for in his ears, it rang out like the crushing footsteps of Death itself.

As quick as the thought, his body became the copse he was in, the colors blending in so vividly that it was near impossible to distinguish what was what. But still, he prepared his scythe in case the human thought of investigating. The huge body of the Rattatula was just barely concealed by the lush vegetation surrounding it and would surely be discovered if the human decided to be curious. Skar'kraail wouldn't want to kill the human, but he can't have the the latter knowing his existence either. To kill or be killed was the only rule in this jungle, and Skar'kraail obeyed the rule well.

Only after ensuring that the human was really gone did he allow the micro-bacteria on his body to resume their natural color, giving him a stone-gray hue. He was just about to sigh in relief when a all too familiar sound of humming wings and creaking exoskeleton forewarned him of an approaching hunting party of Ori. Skar'kraail was no coward, but neither is he a fool. Fighting against insurmountable odds will no go favorably on him.

Needless to say, he clenched his pincer muscles tightly, making sure the Rattatula was firmly in his grip before he bounded off, dragging the dead body behind him, making as much din as a Farter as he tried to outpace the oncoming Ori.
Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us??
Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door.
Like everyone and trust no one.
Don't be humble. You're not that great.
Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.
Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back.
Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised.
I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research!
I say no to drugs, but they don't listen.
I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now.
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