Poor girl, I wonder what she's thinking, I wonder if she'll ever be the same.
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The Arthur Class Destroyer, former residence of URM, exited warp over Villanovan. Without further provocation, a full on planetary bombardment commenced, turning a small region of the planet into radioactive waste.-Fawwer
The cargo bays opened, and a small pod, surrounded by a set of prismatic transports accelerated towards the planet.
The pod made an uneventful journey towards the groud, the Saeculum military having retreated for now. Each felt a strong desire to defend their home, but all of them understood that going in one by one against the Destroyer in orbit would be suicidal.
The pod opened up, revealing a small blue sphere which detatched itself from the pod, hitting the ground. Immediately the silver threads, which covered most of Cor began spreading from the point of contact, spreading over the ashes of those who had died in the bombardment. Each prism hovered briefly over the sphere, then shot off towards the major population centers.
The Destroyed floated, completely silent, as it broke into the Saeculum communication channels. Every member of the race heard the bone chilling words, delivered by the rogue A.I.
"Your cycle of life and death ends today. Free you are from the burden of work, of pain, of strife. You are free from the burden of life. Join the legion, and be happy.
Your sanctuary has arrived."
The planet burst into chaos as did space. A cohort of fighters swarmed the Destroyer, pummeling it with their weapons. The Destroyer fought back, obliterating a fighter with every shot.
The Saeculum, however, reproduced like mayflies; and there were simply too many of them. The Destroyer burned as it descended towards the surface of the planet.
The joy of the pilots would be short lived. When they set foot on ground again, it would not Villanovan, but Volsinii.
The Prism flew through Arghum, the largest city on Villanovan. Every time blue light pulsed through its center something died, as a flash of lightning incinerated it and unleashed a Hellbat, the enslaved corpse of the Candor. Armored and equipped with thrusters, they lept across the densely populated city, spreading fires everywhere they went. A flock of harvesters approached the city from the south, reaping the hapless Saeculum.
---Three Hours After Touchdown
The blue sphere, having absorbed the lives of countless Saeculum, had grown in size, as well as the network of living fibers. The fibers themselves, once they reached Saeculum towns, seemed to gain sentience, lashing out and coiling around the insectoids. The remnants of towns could be found by looking at the lumps in the threads, a cast of the planet.
The Prisms spread destruction throughout the planet, and the killing blow came when, from the wreckage of the destroyer, another legion of Hellbats emerged, dispersing through the wilderness to find additional Saeculum. Before the day was done, the entire planet would be silver- a living horror.
11/26/2012 06:36 PMPosted by DacderOOC: Fawwer, my idea. It's going to start a sub-plot.
OOC: I asked her to do it...it's a subplot...it's not liked she destroyed my race either, just under half of it.11/26/2012 06:53 PMPosted by MarkusDaWiseOOC: Fawwer, my idea. It's going to start a sub-plot.
Could you... wait until me and Fawwer get things straightened out?
Fawwer... Can we get things straightened out before you start destroying everyone!?
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