Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-24306135-20150608020941

(107, now is the time for blood. Also, anyone who's heard a Geiger counter probly knows what I'm talking about when I say they moan. And don't worry, named enemy characters like Elkris and Khaniss have plot armor for this segment. This is really just me having a rediclously random, nonsensical, and most definitely OP moment to lead up to the (presumed) next RP and add a few reasons for the Storms to be VERY afraid of yours truly, as well as the other Guardians. I presume the Storms have tons of ships, almost as much as the pre-Reef-War Wolves, who were said to have several hundred Ketchs, given the amount of troops they brought to this tiny moon of Europa.)

Sauron pulled Arxus and Avgust by their armor's carry handles, with Karak acting as cover. As far as the Ranger knew, the other Guardians were accounted for. Sauron keyed his radio as he reached a large cave, hoping it'd save the group from the oncoming blast. The Ranger spun to face the other Guardians, sighing in relief as Scythe slid into the cave, dead last.

"Alright gents, we've got maybe a minute till that facility blows. My gear's rad-shielded, but I'd check any and all seals you've got on yours, since-

Air raid sirens began to wail outside, Sauron's geiger counter screamed once, loud and shrill, and Karak activated his Ward over the cave's mouth. The world outside shook as the ice cracked, and the facility beneath the group was destroyed. Miraculously, the expected explosion was all belowground.

In the silence, Sauron's analogue radio buzzed with static and a voice was heard.

"This is Space Party calling Grizzly Actual, we have recorded detonation of Swords complex. Do you require assistance?"

Sauron grinned and replied, with no small amount of joy in his voice.

"We're all clear here, Space Party, but-"

A crackling boom echoed over the crushed ice of the valley. A Storm Ketch had warped in overhead, no doubt ready to recieve the remainders of the Storms task force and retreat to some faraway safe haven. Sauron growled in anger and unslung the contraption he'd meant to use on Rhall, slotting a football-shaped warhead into its firing tube. As he passed, the Geiger counters on each Guardian's armor moaned, almost in fear. The Ranger turned to the others.

"Keep Avgust and Arxus stable. I'll be right back."

"Ex, key an open channel to that Ketch."



Sauron strode out beneath the Ketch and began to speak, as the evacuating Fallen paused to witness the absurd sight: a single metal ape, clad in unpowered armor, unstrengthened by Light, staring into the sky and addressing the massive ship as if they were equals.

"ATTENTION, FALLEN OF THE HOUSE OF STORMS! I AM SAURON-145, EMISSARY OF THE IN-SYSTEM RANGER CORPS. YOUR FORCES ARE TRESSPASSING IN OUR PROTECTORATE TERRITORY. RETREAT IMMEDIATELY OR BE FIRED UPON."



A Fallen Servitor teleported in front of the lone Ranger.

"I am High Servitor Elkris-XVI. My message, brought by Pilot Elkris-XXV the Exalted, is as follows: 'Your lands are ours, and this planet ours. Our Archon shall be your end, ape.'

The Servitor teleported back to the Ketch as Sauron reached into his Vault, revealing the severed head of Rhall.

"GAZE UPON YOUR ARCHON, OH STORMS. HIS FATE AWAITS YOU. DO YOU KNOW WHY?"

Just as the last few dozen Skiffs, carrying about half of the Storms survivors, including Khaniss, lifted off the ground, Sauron replaced the head in his Vault and unslung the Device from his shoulder, aiming at the Ketch as he yelled out one last taunt to the massive ship above him.

"BECAUSE WAR HAS COME FOR YOU AND YOUR HOUSE. AND WAR? WAR NEVER CHANGES."

Sauron fired, and the Ketch burst apart in a flash of blinding nuclear fire, a mushroom cloud marking the point of its utter destruction. As the wreckage spiraled slowly to the ground, Sauron walked slowly back to the cave, singing as he went, as the world seemed to explode behind him.

"Oh, I don't waaant to set the wooooorld onnnnn fire..."