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  • Ceres. Once known as the white queen of the Reef, it is now nothing more than a shadow of its old self. A shadow of days when the Reef did not exist, when humanity ruled the asteroid belt instead of the Awoken. Enxor took that from us. Enxor slaughtered all living things in the belt. But Enxor was felled on Ceres. He died there, before his legions could make way towards Earth.

    Now, all of that which was done threatens to be undone. The vile Sect Bones of Enxor have completed their century-long quest. Enxor is rising once more.

    One Fireteam however, could make all the difference. Fireteam Argus, the heroes from Europa, have gathered at Ceres, to stop the impending arrival of the Bone Wraith. All the pieces are in place, the race to finish or ruin the puzzle begins now.

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      Sauron was tired, which didn't make sense. Exo weren't supposed to get tired. He'd been monitoring all three of their resident headcases after the medical staff went and got some sleep, and was worried about his own brain too. He needed a drink. As we walked to the pub, he mused that he was probably the only person on the ship save for the Servitors who was awake. Then he walked into the pub. 

      His old friend Corbin was sitting there. What was odd about this was that Corbin had died on Europa nearly 700 years ago. If you'd asked Sauron about this, he would have been surprised. But not now. 

      Sauron sat down. 

      "Kinda dead tonight, ain't it?"

      Corbin laughed.

      "Do tell, Sauron. Do tell."

      Sauron took up this invitation by downing another drink, and the pair talked for quite some time. Then, Sauron stretched and slid his glass away. 

      "Well, Corbin, I've been meaning to ask. Why do I keep seeing so much of you all, and why is it always about Ceres?"

      "Dunno. Guess it's some kind of Survivor effect. All I know is that this is a hallucination, and you've been downing toliet water like a fine wine for the past two hours."

      And then Sauron woke up, leaning on a toliet like it was a bar. 

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    • (Like we did last time, let's start a list of who's active and who isn't, and who their characters are

      Sauron190: Active, Sauron-145

      M67PattonZippo: Active, Scythe 6-2/Jaqueline)

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    • Scythe had been in the Archives for hours, poring over any and all information the House of Blades had on Ceres. There wasn't much, just a few banners and some books that they had managed to scrounge over the years. Right now, he was skimming a text scavenged from the ruins of Arizona State University. While the subject, astrophysics, was far beyond his understanding, the fact that it had been written shortly after one of the first manned missions to Ceres meant that the surface had been explored and mapped.

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    • (Oh, and for the record, there's two fireteams. Argus and Theseus)

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    • As the jumpship entered NLS the guardians zipped out of the hangar, the darkbringer swore loudly knowing he had failed to catch his fleeing prey. From the looks of it very much damage had been done, with bits of shrapnel strewn across the hangar, accompanied by corpses forgotten and un-avenged. After the dark one set his fanatics to work cleaning up the mess his rowdy guests had caused, he made his way towards the command center with the intent of paying a visit to Ceres in his mind.

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote: (Oh, and for the record, there's two fireteams. Argus and Theseus)

      (I would consider Theseus to be disassembled, as three members are MIA, their leader is severely injured and the last member is mentally incapacitated.)

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    • (Ahh...that new thread smell. Now, ReD, Firedrag, and Sean: could you guys post more plz? It gets kinda boring with the same few characters going back and forth for a whole thread. I, for one want to see Orkrim, Chorrin, Zand, and Avgust talk and do more in general.)

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    • (*Active*)

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    • (What am I supposed to do? There's nothing going on, and I don't know where the story would go from here.)

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    • Avgust sat on a set of crates, using another couple to roll out the Sol map that he had. He used several notes based on the Hive to help him, and pulled out the underground scans that Orkrim completed as his Ghost: Svarog, transmitted this information to Eris. He had seen Arxus, Scythe, Sara and surprisingly Sauron return to the Bladeship. His mind was preoccupied with the condition of both Arxus and Sara, considering one was in physical pain and the other in mental stress. He sighed, looking at the scans as he read over Eris' notes.

      Eris' voice finally came through the COM Svarog had provided: "That large chamber I had mentioned earlier... it has many pathways that lead deeper into the fortress. Dark forces are there, I can feel it already."

      Avgust replied: "Is it where Enxor is held? Where he stays?"

      "No, but it is a ritual site. There might be a direct link from the main chamber to the cave which Enxor is stored. Wizards will be plenty there. Attending to their dark library."

      Avgust paused, as he slowly marked it on the topographical scan. He looked at the series of hallways that ran to it, and the series of hallways that ran from it. There was a possibility it was linked to Enxor's chambers, but he needed to be sure in case they were wrong. He didn't want to lose more people than he had to.


      Sara shivered, laying down on the resting table that she was propped up on so she could recover. She curled up, attempting to preserve her heat and protect herself. The memory of Avgust and the rest of his Fireteam dying over and over again played through her mind, as she began to sob quietly. She was scared, presented with the nightmare that threatened to become reality. And the worst thing about it?

      She had betrayed her Fireteam. She had betrayed everyone she knew and cared about by being weak enough to let the Dark Being to invade her mind. She gave out everyone's identity, everyone's position and everyone's strength and weakness by allowing him to attack her.

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    • Baryos sat alone in the medical bay. He'd removed the IV from his wrist, and turned all of the lights off.

      We're walking into hell. We're walking into hell. We're walking into hell.

      The phrase had played over and over in his head when he woke up, entrancing him. Baryos' thoughts swirled. Who was that Warlock? He seemed familiar. But he couldn't be a Warlock if he was Dark. Perhaps he'd pulled a Yor? How had the figure burned his face? That didn't make sense.

      Baryos didn't want to think about that symbol. Writings of the Darkness on his face would get him branded (further) as a traitor.

      Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. Traitortraitortraitor. Darkness.

      Wait.

      Traitors of the Light... followers of the Darkness. They spurn the Traveller, turning to the shadows. Trinary Star.

      Those weren't just a ragtag bunch'a scavengers, were they, Scythe? You just had to kick the sleeping giant, huh?

      Now... who this shady fellow is gets clearer

      Occasionally, the Trinary Star Cult have wielded pure darkness, creating abominations out of people, and even Guardians. It's happened again. This Warlock...

      His train of thought crashed as Fariks opened the door to the chamber.

      Baryos was sitting in the middle of the floor, holding a monkey wrench and a box of weapon parts. He dropped both of them and stood up, staring at the Elksni.

      "I certainly appreciate thine care whilst I was immobile, but..."

      He looked at the wrench at his foot.

      "A knock from thee would be appreciated."

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    • Sauron kicks open the door to the medical bay. In one hand is a note book and pencil, ad under his arm is a therapy couch. He flops it next to Sara and motions for her to lay down before transmatting in an easy chair, an ottoman, and fresh tea.

      "Hello, Sara! I've heard you were feeling down, so I decided to come do some psychoanalyzation. Now, how do you feel? Please answer honestly."

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    • It felt like months that he had been out cold, but in reality it was only a few hours. Arxus awoke in a sweat, laying within the med bay of the Bladeship. How did he get here? All he could remember was Sauron's face, and asking if he was real or not. Arxus clutched his head in pain; the images continued to rip through his mind and induce both physical and mental trauma. The pain triggered his memories. They were on Luna fighting, and half of Theseus was lost... then he showed up and kidnapped Arxus. He did things... toyed with his brain. Left thoughts that weren't his own. Images of death repeating over and over again. His eyes widened. He remembered. The Dark One was headed to Ceres now, to awaken Enxor. He had to warn Avgust, he had to. 

      He tried to crawl out of bed, but he couldn't. The pain was too much, so he just fell back into the bed. His gaze looked around and saw a few characters standing about the med bady. Sara was laying nearby, crying. He felt bad for her. She was still a young Guardian, and the nightmares hit her harder than they hit Arxus. Bayros was there as well, muttering something unintelligible. He couldn't discern what exactly. And then Sauron suddenly burst in. The Exo who beat death twice now. He wasn't even a Sunsinger. Arxus rolled over and faced him.

      "She's been like that the entire time." He muttered. There were brief breaks in his pain, but it always came back. He had managed to ward off the images of death on occasion, but they came back as well.

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    • (Baryos is in a seperate medical ward.)

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    • Sauron turns to Arxus.

      "Ah, yes. If she won't accept therapy, I'm sure you will. Now, would you say that your torture experiences have changed your outlook on life?"

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:

      M67PattonZippo wrote: (Oh, and for the record, there's two fireteams. Argus and Theseus)

      (I would consider Theseus to be disassembled, as three members are MIA, their leader is severely injured and the last member is mentally incapacitated.)


      (Oh ok. Stuff like that is probably going to make Scythe start having nightmares about the Vanguard Luna offensive again)

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      Avgust sat on a set of crates, using another couple to roll out the Sol map that he had. [...]

      (What is with all these piles of crates everywhere? It's like the Blades never finished moving into the Ketch)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Baryos is in a seperate medical ward.)

      ("Under the terms of the Roman occupancy, we're entitled to be crucified in a purely Jewish area. ")

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    • (Hey, crates can be aesthetically useful too. Am I the only one here who leaves their weapon shipments in the packages 'cuz they're cool looking?)

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    • Scythe paced back and forth outside the medical ward. This was his third lap around this deck, and yet he couldn't fall back asleep. As soon as he dozed off, he was snapped awake by memories of that debacle on Luna. The first sighting of Crota. The first casualties. The chaotic retreat to the jumpships. The images, the screams never left his head. "All for nothing" he muttered as he turned and entered the bay.

      The first thing he saw was Sauron attempting to counsel Sara, without much success. Scythe knocked on the wall and entered the cubicle. "Can't sleep either, huh?" he said to Sauron as he knelt by Sara's bedside. "We got Arxus back. We're still looking for the others." As he stood and headed out the door, he said "We will get through this, I promise."

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    • (Heh, ok...)

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    • (Sauron: To be clear, I fully suppport you as of now, but Varrus conciders Sauron a coward and a traitor for reasons I shouldn't have to explain.)

      Varrus walked down the hall to the med bay, mostly bored and slightly concerned. The hanger next to his was unusually active, a number of fallen with a large crane moving what appeared to be Scyhte's jumpship to enact repairs. He wondered what it meant. Was theasus back from luna? If so, then why only one jumpship, and in such poor condition?

      As the giant paced into the medbay, he was faced with a sight that changed his tone from bored to serious in a heartbeat. There lay two of his fellow guardians; Sara curled up crying and unresponsive, and Arxus, laying down, wracked with obvious pain. But most suprising of all was the odd figure sitting next to them. On a ancient worn-out leather recliner, sipping a cup of tea, sat the exo that, not a few days prior, had staged a munity and blown his own brains out.

      For all the thoughts and qustions swirling around in his mind, the only words Varrus could manage were: "What the hell?"

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    • Sauron waved merrily, reading with one hand as he drank his tea.

      "Hello, Varrus old boy. I was to consult these two on mental matters, but all they do is sit and cry. I suppose they'll need time before they want to talk, after all, we don't want three more of me running around."

      He makes a "shot in the head" motion with his finger and tries to stick out his tounge, as his pupils shift into an "x" shape.

      "So how have you been?"

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    • Arxus eventually sat up, unable to sleep any longer. "I've got the screams of a thousand tormented souls echoing throughout my brain, and you're asking me about my outlook on life. I didn't peg you for a comedian, Sauron." The male rubbed over his face, wishing away some of the pain that still was inflicted upon his head. He gazed around the medical bay, seeing now as both Scythe and Varrus had entered within the ward. The latter of which he hadn't seen since Theseus went to Luna. Arxus shook his head. Their first mission as a fireteam was a disaster. He would surely be held accountable. 

      "There were too many..." Arxus muttered, still clutching his face. "Thousands of them. Cultists. Ready to live and die for that bastard dark one. If the others did escape that ritual chamber, the Bones of Enxor probably grabbed them. Probably bleeding them dry right now." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and feeling the caress of his own digits. "I-... I had it pretty bad. He just reached into my mind and started poking around. He knows about all of us; our names, our exploits and every little thing that makes us tick. And he left me with these images. Contorted expressions and hellish scenarios that depict my demise in an infinite number of ways..." Arxus fell silent for a good while. He tried to get out of bed again, but his pain manifested elsewhere on his body. He felt like he had just been stuck on the shins with a sledgehammer.

      He groaned and sat back down. "He showed me something, though. Something that I feel like he didn't want me seeing." He sighed and looked up towards Sauron and Varrus, and the bedridden Sara. "He was a Guardian once. One of us. He poked at my memories... and showed me his."

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    • (Hey guys, I made an RP page. Tell me what you think.)

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    • (Holy shit. I totally forgot Sauron was suppost to be british.)

      Varrus narrowed his eyes at Sauron's little display of humor.

      "You told us you were lightless. You tried to take over the ship. You died, and did so a coward. So WHAT THE HELL are you doing sitting here playing therapist?!"

      Before the giant could continue, Arxus interrupted him. As the wounded titan mumbled something about luna and an ambush, Varrus quickly set aside his rage and knelt down beside the slab of metal that served as a medical bed, looking at his fellow guardian with concern.

      "Arxus, what happened on the moon? Where is the rest of theasus? And what's this about cultists and a guardian?"

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    • Arxus sighed, with his single good eye trailing over Varrus's physique. He had never seen the Titan so up close before. He muttered a few unintelligible words before speaking again. "We went into the Hellmouth. The Hive were preforming some kind of ritual down there, trying to find Enxor's bones. We stopped them, but we got ambushed by someone else. Not Hive, but cultists. Breonn, Jackdaw and Daron were lost. Sara, well... you see what happened to her. Scythe seems to be fine enough. The one leading them used to be a Warlock, but he fell to the dark side. Like those stories you hear about Dredgen Yor. I got captured and he picked at my brain. He knows all about us and he's headed for Ceres right now. He's going to awake Enxor and then we'll all be screwed."

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    • Sara rested there, listening to the assortment of voices that had since entered the room since she first gained consciousness again. She tried to hide her face from the rest of the Guardians in the medical bay, ignoring what Sauron had to say as she let Arxus answer for her. She looked towards Scythe as he kneeled by her bedside, before painfully closing her eyes again. She wasn't only mentally distraught, but physically she also felt weak.

      How could she explain what she saw? Sara knew that if she told about her experience she might be criticised by the rest of the Guardians. She kept to herself, trying hard to focus on the positive things. But her search narrowed and she found nothing. What would Avgust, her mentor that taught her to be strong say to this weakness?

      Sara couldn't consider what he would say. She thought that he would be sharply critical of her failure to stay in one peace. She knew this isn't how a Guardian should act, even if she was young and inexperienced when compared to the others.

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    • Varrus frowned as Arxus turned his single-eyed gaze to the celing once more. Cultists? He'd heard of the trinary star cult. Everyone had. But to attack guardians and inflict this much mental and physical wounding on an entire fireteam? Such was unheard of. And then this "dark one". None had walked the cursed path of Yor since the hunter himself strayed from the light, as far as Varrus knew.

      A shift in Sara's form caught his eye. The young titan was turned away from him and the others, covering her face and softly crying. She must have felt horrible. He had no idea what the cursed warlock did to her mind, but considering that the same thing had broken Arxus, it must have been extreme.

      The giant stood up, and slowly paced over to her bedside. He figured her mentor would want to talk to her personally, but he had dealt with vaugely similar breakdowns when newly reborn guardians died for the second time in the crucible.

      "You dont have to talk if you dont want to. But listen. Whatever happened to you on the moon, it was not your fault. You did not break because you are weak, you broke because the power brought against you was too much for any one guardian to bear. It broke Arxus, a veteran, just as it broke you, a novice. But no matter what, remember this: one link is weak, but a chain is strong."

      After a few moments of Sara not responding, the giant lifted himself from his knee and headed out into the hall. Donning his helm for a brief moment, he hailed Avgust on the fireteam comms.

      "Lieutenant, you may wish to come to the medbay...what's left of theasus has returned."

      Clipping his helm to his belt once more, he set off down the halls, looking for Baryos. The warlock had the air of a thanatonaut. If anyone could figure out how to clear, or at least lessen the pain of their allies, it would be him.

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    • Scythe went to leave, but stopped at Arxus mentioning a Dark Guardian. "I thought there was something familiar about him. His robes and armor didn't look cobbled together like the rest of his goons. Doesn't carry much in the way of firepower, but he's still plenty dangerous. Warlocks have fallen to the Dark Side before. Sara, for what it's worth, he kicked all our asses." He watched as McCoy, Fariks' pet tortise, wandered through the medbay. "And you clowns thought I was a Dark Guardian?!"

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    • Sauron nods. 

      "Right, which is why shoving this (holds up a strange-looking grenade with a transparent shell, in which water can be seen sloshing around) is going right down his throat."

      He looks at Sara. 

      "You know, I've been listening to you whisper to yourself like that for the past ten minutes. Sure you're young, but I can assure you that I've probably seen most of what you saw and heard. So why don't you just tell me, so we can help you? You can't rely on that- (sharp glares from the others) *ahem* -the Lieutenant forever. You have to be your own soldier, and you have to know when to take care of yourself."

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    • (Jesus Sauron, that's a real dick move.)

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    • (What, putting a grenade full of glass, a pure sodium-potassium compound, and holy water down the Darkbringer's throat? Or trying to help Sara avoid being Karak-ized?)

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    • (No, trying to get Sara and Avgust apart, even though they're really close to each other, and insulting Avgust in the meantime.)

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    • (Well, the way Sauron sees it, Sara, Arxus, and Baryos, in their current state, are liaibilites, or worse, security risks. And if none of them will tell him what they saw except Arxus, he won't be able to help ANY of them. He can't go by one person's testimony. Mental health care is complex, and it gets worse with multiple patients who experience the same trauma. If he can't get solid testimonies of what happened to them, all he can do is cook up a tough enough cocktail of combat enhancers, steroids, antidepressants, and antischizophrens for the two who didn't talk to finish their mission before they lose their sanity completely.)

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    • (Question: why is the cynical robot lunatic CQC master, sniper, tactical support, etc etc ALSO a psychologist? Especially considering the fact that he's batshit insane himself? That's like asking for moral support from the Joker.)

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    • (Kay, lemme back up here: As part of the New Sauron Initiative, his talents have been brought back to baseline. In fact, I don't remember making him EITHER of those things, although I remember making him G-2 as a plot starter, now ended due to the breakdown of the CoC on the Moon. Right now, he is what he originally was: Field Medical Specialist. His brain can hold several thousand terabytes of data. He knows as much as anybody specialist about mental health. And yes, he's insane, but it's been reduced to a few hallucinations. For now, it's good enough for him, and he really just wants to help. If four people of a now weakened combat unit are all as insane as Sauron before he was resurrected, that is BAD. )

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    • (Remember when Sauron said he could actually fire his weapons accurately at a range of over 3000 metres? That's twice as far as the maximum range current-day snipers operate on.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: (Remember when Sauron said he could actually fire his weapons accurately at a range of over 3000 metres? That's twice as far as the maximum range current-day snipers operate on.)

      (That was on the HoS thread right?)

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    • (Sauron wasn't even there in HoS yet.)

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    • Scythe passed Jackie on the way back to their quarters. "Hey, you ok?" she asked, holding him by the shoulders.

      "Not really. Luna nightmares have started again. You know how those went last time." Scythe muttered groggily.

      "Damn. Need me to do anything?"

      "Actually, yeah. Argus and what's left of Theseus are in the infirmary. Think you could keep an eye on them for a few hours?"

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    • Baryos half walked, half blinked out of the infirmary. If he couldn't reach Avgust in time, both of the Fireteams were screwed.

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    • Varrus's search was cut abruptly short when Baryos blinked out of the door a few feet in front of him.

      "Baryos, You're a thanatonaut right? We need your help. Arxus and Sara are tormented by visions they cannot be rid of themselves, and Scythe dosn't look so well either. I need you to help them, or they wont be fighting or moving anytime soon."

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote: [...] and Scythe dosn't look so well either. I need you to help them, or they wont be fighting or moving anytime soon."

      (Scythe just hasn't slept much in a few days. He'll be fine after a while)

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    • Avgust watched from the doorway of the infirmary as Sauron advised that Sara shouldn't rely on her Mentor anymore. He stepped in slowly, before finally replying in a chill tone: "Sauron, that is enough. If she doesn't want to speak to you, it is most likely because you had shoved her in a cell a day or so ago with no good cause. Leave, «tovarisch»."

      He pushed past Sauron, watching as Sara looked up from where she rested before dropping her head again. Sara remained silent, sobbing softer as she tried to compose herself before Avgust could get a good look at her. Avgust looked towards Arxus, before darting his eyes around in attempt to find the other members of Theseus. But all he could find were the resting forms of Arxus and Sara. He lowered his head, knowing that it possibly meant that the rest of the team had gone missing.

      Avgust kneeled down next to Sara, looking as she slowly turned away from him in a sort of shame. He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, before gently saying: "It is okay, Sara. It is fine. What happened? What did you see?"

      Sara sniffed, not willing to respond. Avgust sighed, before trying again: "Let me help you, Sara. We can figure this out and it won't have to be a problem ever again."

      Sara finally gave in, sobbing again as she finally said what she thought: "I betrayed you! I let the Darkness find you and everyone else... it, it killed you."

      Avgust remained silent, slowly massaging her shoulder as he stood up. What Sara had said puzzled him, he didn't exactly know what she meant other than something was going to kill him. He felt bad for Sara, knowing the younger Guardian was most likely not used to having her mind be breached by something else. «Spasibo, Sara.» Avgust replied, running his hand across her arm before letting go. "No reason to be scared now, you are safe. Just get some rest and let me know if you need anything."

      Avgust looked up to Arxus, before he asked: "Did you see something similar?"

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    • Sauron190 wrote: (Well, the way Sauron sees it, Sara, Arxus, and Baryos, in their current state, are liaibilites, or worse, security risks. And if none of them will tell him what they saw except Arxus, he won't be able to help ANY of them. He can't go by one person's testimony. Mental health care is complex, and it gets worse with multiple patients who experience the same trauma. If he can't get solid testimonies of what happened to them, all he can do is cook up a tough enough cocktail of combat enhancers, steroids, antidepressants, and antischizophrens for the two who didn't talk to finish their mission before they lose their sanity completely.)

      (That's not really an explanation of your motives in response to what Red said.)

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    • Jaqueline listened intently to Sara's visions. She had heard of Guardians having psychological trouble after being exposed to the Darkness, but those were simply exposure via contact, rather than a directed, focused attack. She looked over to where Fariks was sleeping at her desk. "Fariks, do not the Elsinki have a drink that might help them?" the Gunslinger motioned toward the others. "Some sort of  battle recovery medicine?"

      The Captain awoke with a bit of a start. "Hmm? Oh, yes. I know not its effects on humans, though. I will begin the preparations at once."

      (Also, is everyone ignoring the random box turtle crawling around the infirmary?)

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    • Baryos turned to Varrus, suprised to see him.

      "Well, don't just stand there. Lead the way!"

      As the duo entered the other medbay, a feeling of depression invaded Baryos' senses. Avgust comforted a distraught Sara. He'd leave that to the Titan.

      He walked toward Arxus slowly, conveying that there was no threat.

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote: (Remember when Sauron said he could actually fire his weapons accurately at a range of over 3000 metres? That's twice as far as the maximum range current-day snipers operate on.)

      (That was on the HoS thread right?)

      (I don't remember. But I can guess that that happened at some point.)

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    • Sauron grumbled as he left. 

      "Rassa-flassin no-good-."

      He picked up the box turtle and carried it under his arm like a rugby ball. 

      "Hello, turtle. I shall name you Reginald, since I'm pretty sure you're just another hallucination."

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    • (JEBUS MAN I LOVE RUGBY)

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    • Fariks glared at the Exo. "First of all, his name is McCoy. And he is not a hallucination. Put him back..." She pointed across the room to the turtle's hutch.

      Across the room, Scythe saw Baryos approaching Arxus. He backed away slightly, just in case.

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    • Arxus sighed, holding up his hand in caution towards Baryos. The Titan forced himself to his feet, although wobbly. His gaze turned towards Avgust and he replied. "Sara sees the death of her peers, but I see my own death. Infinite ways of my own demise, scattered across the dark recesses of my mind. I see myself trapped back on Europa, dismembered limbs crawling back to each other. Red snow. I see others dead but mostly myself. And then I see him." 

      Grim flew in from elsewhere, blinding with his blue eye. "You really need to rest, sir."

      Arxus pressed his hand over his Ghost and pushed it away. "I see him. The Darkbringer, they call him. He was a Warlock. He had his own fireteam, worked for FWC. Something went wrong. Something turned him towards the dark side. I don't know what it was, but maybe it might help us fight him."

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    • "Arxus, what you pulled through was an extraordinary feat. Even the strongest break. You didn't. And mental torture is no peashooter." Baryos' face was expressionless, while his subconcious Light entered the Titan's mind in an attempt to cleanse it of the Dark. But this Darkness was stubborn, gnawing away at his sanity. The Light could only destroy the larger clots, but smaller fragments still remained.

      "He will cloud your thoughts rarely, now. To clear the influence of the Dark One fully, you must die in the presence of the Traveller. You shall be remade in the Light, and the shadows will burn away."

      The cleansing power left Arxus, who suddenly felt a small bit stronger.

      "I, as a Thanatonaut, understand the knowlege one gleans from death. But you know only the pain, the suffering. The path to the Light runs through the Dark. Push through."

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    • (And yet none of you showed anything apporaching this level of concern when this happened to Sauron. Y'all might think he's an ass and shouldn't exist, and that I as a player am a major tool, but still.)

      Sauron held tight to the turtle.

      "No. I like him. He's my friend. We have connected on a deep emotional level. Besides. he's a doctor, not a turtle!"

      McCoy proceeded to chew serely on Sauron's fingers. The medic observed Baroys' rituals with a skeptical air.  

      "You do realize telepathic healing is pseudoscientific, right? It doesn't actually work."

      The Exo, with McCoy still in hand, strolled back to his quarters.

      "If you need me, I'll be piecing this all together in my room with my new turle friend. Please don't bother me."

      The medic kept walking, muttering to Reginald.

      "I know they hate me, but it's like they wanted me dead. Why else shower those two with help, when they wouldn't even try with me?..."

      (75: The plan has changed. The "seed" has transferred hosts.)

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    • "I don't need your philosophies, Warlock. I need targets and a gun to shoot at them with." Arxus waved his hand dismissively towards Baryos. As he felt the Light press onward into his mind, he could very well feel a pressure being lifted from his memories. The presence of the Darkbringer lessened, but he was still very well there. He was powerful and would not let go so easily. The Titan sighed and could feel him regaining his strength. The first thing he did was stretch his limbs, arms and legs both. He felt sore as hell, and wanted to return that pain inflicted on him back onto the Dark One. 

      He stood up straight again, after limbering up. His gaze locked with Baryos again. "I guess that makes me special. Surviving the probing rituals of a traitor. I guess I'll just have to go probe him back with bullets." His single good eye overlooked the people present in the medbay, watching Sauron walk out, and eventually turning his gaze towards Sara. "I... thank you, Baryos." He patted the man over the shoulder, before walking towards the center of the room.

      "We're down four now. We can't waste any more time."

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    • "Well, let's go kick some ass!"

      Baryos' eyes glowed brightly with determination.

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    • Sauron strode about his quarters, connecting datapackets on a holoboard with connector lines as he muttered to himself, petting McCoy.

      "And if Nevermore can control the engines, then the weapons, keep them active. They'll go down there. I can cover them. We can't let what happened on Luna re-occur."

      Nevermore's raven head suddenly fizzed with red static in the holo-station as Sauron turned back to the board, his feathers laced with Hive runes.

      <WhAt'd yA SaY, b0Ss?>

      "I want you to make sure the Fireteams are covered from all angles when we go down to Ceres. I don't care if Avgust and his bravado get in the way again. This is not going to happen again."

      Nevermore looked concerned.

      <Boss, I don't think you're as good as you think. I can't do everything.>

      Sauron turned toward him, gripping the holo-station and shaking it, suddenly screaming.

      "GOD DAMMNIT, NEV, I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE ANOTHER TEAM ON THAT HELLHOLE!"

      He breaks down, slumped in the corner.

      "Go check on the engines."

      Nevermore flickers again. His voice, robotic as it is, is strangely flanged.

      <SuRe, BoSs. It'll be FiNe.>

      He disappears from the pad. Sauron is left to his thoughts and his ghosts. 

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    • Sauron190 wrote:

      [...]
      McCoy proceeded to chew serely on Sauron's fingers. The medic observed Baroys' rituals with a skeptical air.  

      "You do realize telepathic healing is pseudoscientific, right? It doesn't actually work."

      [...]

      (Baryos: "Want me to shove that pseudo-science up your exhaust port, tin man? Pff. Ritual. I'll show you a ritual.")

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    • Sauron190 wrote: (And yet none of you showed anything apporaching this level of concern when this happened to Sauron. Y'all might think he's an ass and shouldn't exist, and that I as a player am a major tool, but still.)

      (This is because Sauron seems to try his best to be separate of the team. Besides, he acts like a total douchebag to everyone else, so no one likes him anyway. Thus no one is concerned with the shit that happens to him.)

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    • Avgust watched closely as Bayros attempted to cleanse Arxus' mind from the damage done to the Dark Being. He closed his eyes, finally realising what the lack of Breonn, Daron and Jackdaw meant. He should have been the one to go to Luna, to spare Arxus' newly formed Fireteam a tragedy. He looked down at Sara once more, finding her eyes closed as she tried to go back to sleep.

      "So, we have a being consumed by the Darkness trying to resurrect Enxor?" Avgust said, trying his best to avoid the loss of three good Guardians. "Does he know that the rest of Argus is here? Does he know what we are trying to do here?"

      Sara kept her eyes, before replying in a soft but still shaken tone: "They do... I let them know about everyone, Avgust. I let them know what we are after."

      Avgust remained quiet, listening to Sara as she seemed to put the blame on herself. He couldn't listen to what Sara had to say, he couldn't consider it her fault for what happened. He kneeled again, slowly rolling Sara over to face him again as he made his reply.

      "Sara, it isn't your fault. What happened to you, what this dark being did to you is not your weakness or your inability. All I care about right now is that you are safe, Sara. Despite facing defeat, and taking «izbiyeniye» from it you still made it out. What I need you to do, what you need to do, is rest and let yourself know that you are strong. I won't allow you to be broken by this. We will deliver the «spravedlivost'» this bastard deserves."

      Sara fell silent, closing her eyes as she nodded her head slowly to confirm the command Avgust gave her. Avgust looked down at the ground for a bit, before slowly rising to his feet once more. He looked up to Arxus: "So you had the most time with the «cyka» that did this. And if he is after Enxor, we need to prepare for what is to come. We have some planning to do, «tovarisch»."

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    • Arxus looked over to his ally, Sara. She was the only survivor of Theseus, besides himself. Arxus wore no smile nor frown, yet one of bitterness and swelling anger. He approached the bed-ridden Sara and placed a hand on her shoulder, before nodding towards Avgust. "This was my first time as a fireteam leader. That went swimmingly, didn't it..." Arxus sighed, as he clutched his opposing hand into a fist. Arc energy sparked from his knuckles without his knowing. "For the souls we've lost, they'll be avenged. We'll take care of the rest now." He tried his best to reassure her, but he wasn't sure how much good it would do. He moved his hand away from Sara as she fell silent.

      "Grim, transmat armor." Arxus spoke.

      "Yes, sir." Grim replied, as the Titan's armor suddenly materialized upon his being. Formerly, his chestpiece and helmet were missing, for healing purposes.

      He lifted his hands to make sure his helmet was fitted on properly. "At this point, I feel like I know him better than himself. Maybe we can use that to our advantage." Arxus nodded towards his ally, and what he felt like was a friend as well. "At any rate, the Bones march for Ceres. All we can do now is prepare."

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    • Sauron sat in his room, humming and loading a large stock of automatic weapons.

      "Ex, I don't know what's going to happen to my mental state when we go dropside. I know the team hates me, but try to keep me from doing something stupid, ok?"

      <Sure. By the way, is Nevermore acting weird?>

      "What do you mean?"

      <Nevermind. Do you want to go down seprately or together?>

      "Separate. This ends, and I don't want that end to be based on what that swine wants. I want to do it in my own way, understand? My own way."

      He finishes loading his weapons and slides them away. There is the sound of a doorbell, and he draws his sidearm, leveling it at the doorway.

      "I said stay out, Isaac! You're dead, and you shouldn't be here!"

      (Up to you guys what character is at the door. I'm thinking Arxus/Avgust.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:
      (And yet none of you showed anything apporaching this level of concern when this happened to Sauron. Y'all might think he's an ass and shouldn't exist, and that I as a player am a major tool, but still.)

      Sauron held tight to the turtle.

      "No. I like him. He's my friend. We have connected on a deep emotional level. Besides. he's a doctor, not a turtle!"

      [...]

      (That was because we weren't sure if this was a normal Sauron eccentricity or something actually wrong with him)

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    • Dasleo wrote:
      Arxus looked over to his ally, Sara. She was the only survivor of Theseus, besides himself. [...]

      (Ahem)

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    • (Sauron I don't need you to tell me how to orchestrate a plan, that is entirely executed by my character and my characeter alone.)

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    • Jaqueline walked over to Sara and adjusted her blanket. "Look, I know you feel responsable for all this, but you aren't. Scythe feels guilty too, but you have to remember, there were only three of you. Even the Lightless are dangerous in large numbers. From what Scythe tells me, there was a shitload of them, and you fought well."

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    • Sara looked up towards Jaqueline, shifting positions slowly as as the Hunter adjusted her blankets. She hadn't really talked to Jaqueline, if she ever formally met her at all. It was odd to Sara getting comfort from someone she knew as a stanger, but what it meant to her is that she wasn't alone with what was happening to her. This relieved her, as she slowly responded: "Thank you. But, I just feel as if there is something I could have done. Something to change what is eventually going to happen. I should have been stronger then what I was."


      Avgust walked along with Arxus to the planning room of the Ketch, knowing that he would have to have all available Guardians in on the operation. As he walked along, he invited whoever could be assistance to join him, his Ghost popping in by his side. "From what Eris has told us," Svarog spoke, "the forces down there are going to be brutal, especially in that large chamber we found. The Hive are doing something down there, and whatever it is it connects to raising Enxor back from the dead."

      Avgust smiled breifly, before replying to his Ghost: "Then we strike fast, and we strike hard."

      As he passed Sauron's chambers, he slammed on the door a couple of times to get the attention of the deranged Exo. He listened to what Sauron had to say, ignoring the fact that he called him 'Issac' as he replied back through the door. "If you want to actually help, «tovarisch» I recommend you step out of your room and listen to what we have planned."

      He walked away from the door afterwards, heading back to the circular chambers where he would relay his plans to the group of Guardians.

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    • Orkrim looked up from the table. "Ah, Avgust," he said. "Everything is ready. All my scans have been transferred to everyone's Ghosts, in addition to Morn's information."

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    • Sauron nervously opens his door and joins the others, bouncing nervously.

      "Sorry about that. What's the plan, and where do you need me?"

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    • Varrus walked a few paces behind Arxus, his thoughts drifting as they entered the planning room. It was good that Baryos was able to ease the titan's pain, and make him combat ready once more. But Sara was still bedridden, and that left them with...7 or so combat ready guardians, not counting Sara, Orkrim, and Jaqueline. The giant took his place around the central table, narrowing his eyes when Sauron entered. while he still had questions he wanted answered, this was niether the time nor the place for them, so he kept his thoughts to himself. The titan then turned to Avgust, waiting for the vanguard to begin.

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:
      Dasleo wrote:
      Arxus looked over to his ally, Sara. She was the only survivor of Theseus, besides himself. [...]
      (Ahem)

      ( You aren't part of Theseus, though )

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    • "You were shown what might happen." Jackie said plainly as she walked out of the room. "Doesn't mean it will happen. I'll transmit the breifing to your Ghost." She then exited the infirmary and went to the breifing room, where Scythe sat with his feet propped up on the table.

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    • Dasleo wrote:
      M67PattonZippo wrote:
      Dasleo wrote:
      Arxus looked over to his ally, Sara. She was the only survivor of Theseus, besides himself. [...]
      (Ahem)
      ( You aren't part of Theseus, though )

      (Oh, right)

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    • Baryos didn't like the stubble that had grown on his face over the past few days. It made him look... unclean. Too many things happening similtaneously, no time to shave. But, it gave him a bit of satisfaction. If his ass wasn't mounted on Enxor's wall by the end of this, maybe he'd grow it out.

      That was the last thought that ran through his mind before he'd entered the briefing room. Now, he thought about Enxor. Baryos didn't like rushing in without a plan, contradictory to his bullet- hose battle style. Guns blazing was fun, yes, but Enxor, the big cockroach, was going to be tough to crush.

      "So, what's the plan, boss?"

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    • Walking within the command center, Arxus took his place at the far side of the table. Various lights illuminated the face of his helmet, which gleemed a white reflection. Grim was floating aside of him, staring over the other Guardians who had already gathered around. The Titan focused about as well, before eventually speaking. "We still have the support of Eris. As long as we manage to get to Ceres and destroy the ritual site, then the Bones will be unable to summon Enxor. Hopefully. I don't know how many cultists there are, though." Arxus leaned against the table, hands pressed to the edge for support.

      He turned towards Avgust. "You're the boss again. Tell us where to go next."

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    • Avgust looked around the now filled room, taking silent note of all the Guardians in his presence. He drummed his fingers on the table as the group either took their seats, or remained standing. He gave them time to get acquainted with the environment, as Svarog slowly drifted over his shoulder. His Ghost assumed a position somewhat centre of the table, before projecting a representation of the destroyed satellite of Ceres, as it marked out a large chamber somewhere in the rubble for Guardians to see.

      "Guardians," he spoke, "comrades. We now face our greatest threat, we are now against the enemy our objective has been designed around defeating. Enxor, and his followers are held up within Ceres." He made a motion with his hand to the large chamber, before speaking: "When Fireteam Argus engaged the Bones above Ceres, I had Orkrim descend and scan to map out exactly where we will end up once we descend into the fortress.

      "This large chamber, from what comrade Morn has suggested is a ritual site used by the Bones to reawaken their God. This is where they curse their numbers, and allow them to become stronger. Several Wizards will be here, attending to the work assigned to them. It will be filled with Hive, but it is the only way to descend further into the fortress.

      "The issue is, that once we enter the facility we will alert every Hive within the fortress as to our position. We stop the Wizards in this complex, we might prevent the ritual which is restoring Enxor from happening temporarily. There is no way to bypass this chamber, as far as I and comrade Morn have discovered.

      "So we are limited in options with what exactly we will have to do. I suggest we enter the chamber and hunt down these Wizards, prevent them from summoning stronger forces and stop them from helping to raise their God once more. We will need to stay in a packed but mobile unit, hunting down these Wizards until they are exterminated. If we are separated too much, we will be easy targets for the rest of the Hive.

      "Once we take out these Wizards, we may continue our descent into the fortress. Opposition may be tight within the smaller shafts heading further into the fortress, but should be relatively easy to cut through. The further we head into the fortress, the closer we will get to the chamber which holds Enxor's soulcrystal. Once we reach this, the objective is simple: destroy it.

      "Comrade Morn and I are not sure whether or not the fortress will lead us into a dark realm, as was the case with Crota. If we enter such a realm, we will be on our own. Without intelligence, and without means of communicating with this realm. But our objective will remain the same. We will push through, and overpower the Bones and defeat Enxor."

      Avgust paused, before turning towards Arxus. "However, the Bones of Enxor are not the only threat we have to deal with at this time. Fireteam Theseus encountered a cult lead by a corrupted Guardian, seeking to bring back Enxor and destroy the City. Mind sharing us any more information concerning this dark being, Arxus?"

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    • Arxus was still standing in his same place, having grown quiet after his brief speech to allow the commander to have the spotlight. He silently nodded to show that he was listening, but did little else until his name was called. He sighed a brief sigh before electing to share what he had learned about this dark being who led the charge of reviving Enxor. "They call him the Darkbringer. He was once a Warlock who followed the Future War Cult, but some tragedy caused him to follow a darker path." He could still feel the Darkbringer's memories being his own. He could feel his pain and his sadness, and his anger. The darkness in his heart burned like a jet-black magnet of evil. 

      "He can screw with your mind just by looking at you. Like what happened to Sara. He's very powerful and he commands his many cultists, every single one of them willing to die for him. I don't think we can do this alone, sir. His followers are numerous, not to mention the Hive that will likely preside over the event. Ceres may very well become impossible to infiltrate. However..."

      Arxus overlooked the projection of Ceres, as well as Enxor's resting place. This was to be the site of the ritual; likely the Darkbringer was on his way to aid in Enxor's ultimate revival. "If it's at all possible to get there before the cultists do, we can swiftly infiltrate the fortress and eliminate these Wizards in a quick and orderly fashion." Manipulating the datamap with own Ghost, Arxus displayed a handful of Hive Wizards, representing the Ritual Masters. As opposed to the color of the projection, they were displayed in red. "The ritual chamber is in the center. Opposition will likely be heaviest there." A few question marks were projectioned around the ritual site, suggesting an unknown threat.

      "The Darkbringer is on his way, if he isn't there already. If we do have to face him, he must be taken out quickly. Any longer and he might cause more damage than he already has." Arxus concluded.

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    • Sauron raised his hand.

      "Question One: Permission to blanket this place in ship-to-shore before we go down there?"

      "Question Two: 'Kill the Wizards one-by-one' sounds like that training sim they put together for the Crota missions. One of those little alerts in the corner of the screen. Are were sure it won't be harder than that?"

      "Question Three: I have a few Golden Age Tomes and texts that talk about this kind of stuff, and tell you how to summon or to stop summoning god-things like Enxor. Why not just switch out the tomes, so the Hive can't complete the spell?"

      "And finally Question Four: If I go nuts, could you be willing to put me down? I don't want this to go bad on my account."

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    • (Theseus? Where's Theseus?)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (Theseus? Where's Theseus?)


      (Scythe and Sara escaped Luna, but Sara is mentally a mess. Arxus got captured by the cultists, then freed by Scythe and Sauron. The rest of Theseus is currently MIA, but I wrote something in the last thread abou them escaping the Hellmouth on their own)

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    • Scythe waited until Sauron was done yakking. "Wait a minute. Why should we go in first? I say let the Cultists wear down the Hive, and when both sides are done fighting--casualties, low on ammo, stuff like that--then we attack. This Darkbringer seems like he'd be an easier kill than a Hive god."

      (And does Sauron really have some how-to books on summoning Hive gods?

      "Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.")

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    • Baryos turned to Scythe.

      "The goal of the Cultists is to use Enxor to destroy the City. If they reach the god first, they might overpower him through sheer number. That's why we strike first."

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    • "Well, so much for that plan." Scythe rolled his eyes. "But if we had some Cabal planet-cracker rounds--"

      < Which we don't. > his Ghost chimed in.

      "Wow. We're not even done planning and I'm already on to Plan C."

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote: Scythe waited until Sauron was done yakking. "Wait a minute. Why should we go in first? I say let the Cultists wear down the Hive, and when both sides are done fighting--casualties, low on ammo, stuff like that--then we attack. This Darkbringer seems like he'd be an easier kill than a Hive god."

      (And does Sauron really have some how-to books on summoning Hive gods?

      "Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.")

      (And god smiled upon thy holy hand grenade of Antioch.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote: Baryos turned to Scythe.

      "The goal of the Cultists is to use Enxor to destroy the City. If they reach the god first, they might overpower him through sheer number. That's why we strike first."

      (That is what you think, I have yet to reveal my character's true intentions.)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      Death's Accolyte8 wrote: [...]

      (That is what you think, I have yet to reveal my character's true intentions.)

      (His plan is to kill Enxor and absorb his Darkness, becoming more powerful, right?)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:

      Warboss75 wrote:

      Death's Accolyte8 wrote: [...]

      (That is what you think, I have yet to reveal my character's true intentions.)

      (His plan is to kill Enxor and absorb his Darkness, becoming more powerful, right?)

      (Yes, although he'd rather just have a few guardians do most of the work for him.)

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    • (I'm going to wait for someone, preferably Avgust or Arxus, to post something before I post again)

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    • "We aren't positive of the Darkbringer's intentions. I suppose he's going to Enxor's fortress in order to resurrect the Hive God, but there are other possibilities." Arxus leaned back over the meeting table, hands placed parallel and digits spaced out. Given Baryos's prior ritual, he had clarity of thought. All of his brain power was going towards dealing with the coming threat. "Our best option is to infiltrate the fortress before his cultists do, and clear out all the Hive. Once they get there, we can ambush the Darkbringer and put an end to all of this." 

      "If we're lucky, it'll be as easy as shooting a giant green crystal until it blows up."

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    • As the darkbringer entered the command room many of the cultists who were laying back in their chairs, and slacking off suddenly rose to attention. The dark one hovered over to a throne like seat, with a look of confidence about him as he sat down upon it.

      "Is the ship prepared to jump to NLS?" asked the darkbringer.

      "Aye sir, the jump drives are all warmed up," replied one of the bridge crew.

      "Set a course for Ceres," he said. "We've got work to do." Then the freighter's engines roared to life, as its NLS drives ignited sending the craft on course for the destination of choice.

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    • Amanda Holliday suddenly called through the comms network.

      "Attention, to the Guardians aboard the Blade's Ketch. I'm aware that Eris is helping you- that's who told me about your mission. As the one who tracks most of the ships in the system, it's my job to tell you this. Satelites around Luna detected a huge NLS pulse, headed in your direction. But I couldn't tell you how- the ship in question, marked as a derilect years ago, has showed major activity over the past few days. Most identifying traits of the ship have been stripped, but a video-feed probe shows what looks to be a freight ship. I'll stay in touch."

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    • "Ambush him, like he ambushed us? Nice." Something about the way Scythe said that made Arxus uneasy. "Either way, I can make sure they don't leave." The Hunter laughed as he examined his knife.

      Suddenly, the comms squealed. Scythe caught something about a junker of a freighter heading for Ceres, but that was enough. It had to be the Cultists. He turned to the others. "They're coming." He switched his comms to the PA system. "All hands to ready stations. We may have uninvited guests, so be alert for anything that isn't a Skiff or a Jumpship. When the time comes, our blades will meet them, and they will know what we are. Make me proud."

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    • (While we're on the subject, how heavily armed/armored/sheilded is that frieghter? Either way, I doubt it would last long against a warship.)

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    • Sauron, tired of the various proud speeches of his compatriots, left for Hangar Five, which he hadn't been back to since he'd been resurrected. He knew something was... different. As the cargo bots finished loading the Dirigible Incorrigilbe and he finished checking over the new armor Lord Saladin had had commisioned for him in the other room, he turned toward his ship, and the empty hangar. 

      His old unit was there, in parade dress. The original Easy Company; the best combat infantry group in the entire system. That's what he'd told them before the first battle. There were three things that were very odd about this.

      The first is that Easy was almost see-through. The second was that they didn't look a day older than the last day he'd seen them, 500 years ago. 

      The third was that they were all dead, and he knew that, but as he walked to his ship, every single one of them shook his hand. He reached the back hatch and turned around. They saluted him as it closed. Then they disappeared. 

      Sauron launched his jumpship. 

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    • (Why is Sauron leaving?)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote: (While we're on the subject, how heavily armed/armored/sheilded is that frieghter? Either way, I doubt it would last long against a warship.)

      (Warship as in a mighty Cabal warship or a regular inferior Eliksni Ketch?)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Why is Sauron leaving?)

      (Because it's time to finish him off, and the rest of you are taking too long.)


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    • Sauron190 wrote:

      Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Why is Sauron leaving?)

      (Because it's time to finish him off, and the rest of you are taking too long.)


      (Finish who off exactly?)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      Sauron190 wrote:

      Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Why is Sauron leaving?)

      (Because it's time to finish him off, and the rest of you are taking too long.)


      (Finish who off exactly?)

      ( ;) That's a secret.)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:

      M67PattonZippo wrote: (While we're on the subject, how heavily armed/armored/sheilded is that frieghter? Either way, I doubt it would last long against a warship.)

      (Warship as in a mighty Cabal warship or a regular inferior Eliksni Ketch?)

      (Don't forget, it's heavily modified. Laser turrets, courtesy of Sauron; minelayer and stealth field generator, since it's a stolen prototype)

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    • (Sweet buttery Jesus on Texas toast, can we get this over with already instead of haggling over ship balance?)

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    • (Zippo check your wall.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:
      (Sweet buttery Jesus on Texas toast, can we get this over with already instead of haggling over ship balance?)


      (Well excuse me, Mr. Crazy Rohbit, if I don't want my ship to get blown to bits)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:
      (Zippo check your wall.)

      (And... done)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:

      Sauron190 wrote:
      (Sweet buttery Jesus on Texas toast, can we get this over with already instead of haggling over ship balance?)


      (Well excuse me, Mr. Crazy Rohbit, if I don't want my ship to get blown to bits)

      (Much of the freighters hard hitting weapons are only good for a few uses, due to a lack of ammo.)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      M67PattonZippo wrote: [...]

      Sauron190 wrote: [...]
      (Much of the freighters hard hitting weapons are only good for a few uses, due to a lack of ammo.)

      ("Bring the ship around, prepare to fire again!" *click click click* "We're out of ammo already?!")

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    • It was quiet in the dim void of space, the ruins of Hive vessels floated lifelessly amongst the orbit of Ceres. In the distance a large freighter slipped out of near light speed, a loud boom was heard as the vessel cracked into reality once more. The rotting hulks, and dust that was left over from the Hive defense fleet were thrown through space like ragdolls, tossing and turning. As the strange vessel entered the orbital space around the moon of Ceres, another vessel was spotted near the vicinity of the freighter. The two craft stared endlessly at each other, almost in a death like trance until the freighter began to rapidly approach the Fallen ketch at top speed. As it neared the Fallen craft, it became apparent that the freighter had an armored plow mounted on the front of the ship. Adorned with a many painted teeth, depicting an open mouth ready to close on whatever prey was in front of it.

      Suddenly, the freighter veered upwards narrowly dodging the bolts of plasma that tore through the void of space, the craft flew over the ketch at speeds the defensive batteries were unable to keep up with. But, what astonished the Fallen arming the guns even more was that they noticed several large additional engine jets, crudely strapped on to the hull of the freighter to give it the needed speed boost. As the strange golden age craft loomed over the ketch, several large triangular pods were deployed from beneath it's hulk. They pierced the hull of the ketch with a loud screech, as the freighter continued to move upward in an attempt to avoid the broadside of the mighty Fallen vessel.

      But, what came out of the pods could not be determined as screams echoed across the Fallen comms sending chills down the spines of the guardians that were still in their briefing room.

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    • (This is where the fun begins)

      As the first of the pods approached the Ketch, alarms sounded throughout the vessel. What Fallen were working security on the breached decks were cut down by the Cultists. Their entry was not without losses, however. A Cultist was disintegrated by a Servitor before being felled itself. Finally, a Dreg managed to raise the alarm


      "Guardian-Archon," Voriks said over the comms, "An unidentified ship has deployed boarders on Deck 4!"

      "WHAT?!" Jaqueline roared from the captain's chair. "Increase speed! Hard to port! Attention all hands, prepare to repel boarders!"

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    • As the first group of cultists appeared bullets, and grenades were tossed around the narrow corridors, tearing through bone and flesh alike as they ricocheted off the walls. But, something else emerged from the pods something far more sinister. At the end of the hall a group of dregs, and a vandal had rallied felling many a cultist with their combined fire. The vandal placed one wire rifle round down the corridor that pierced through three different skulls before it dissipated. Sensing the need to save their skins the cultists began to push crates into the corridor to create mobile cover, as other cultists provided covering fire. Suddenly an eyeless man like creature with claws leaped over the crates the cultists had pushed, it pounced on one of the dregs sinking its teeth into his neck. Responding to his comrades death a dreg shoved a shock dagger into the back of the mutant, but it was to no avail. As the plasma blade pierced its skin the wound clotting instantly, the rather angry mutant then proceeded to impale the dreg with its spear like tail as it clawed away at the vandal's legs. Suddenly, behind the mob of cultists that laid before them many of the other pods opened releasing a tide of more mutants and cultists alike.

      After around 15 minutes the corridors had cleared of all except ether and blood, gunfire could be heard coming from further down the hallway as well as the screams of innocents. From one of the pods appeared yet another figure, as he leaped down onto the surface of the ketch many more figures flanked him. In his hand was a small device, little did the guardians know what he intended to do with it.

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    • Warboss75 wrote:
      As the first group of cultists appeared bullets, and grenades were tossed around the narrow corridors, tearing through bone and flesh alike as they ricocheted off the walls. But, something else emerged from the pods something far more sinister. At the end of the hall a group of dregs, and a vandal had rallied felling many a cultist with their combined fire. The vandal placed one wire rifle round down the corridor that pierced through three different skulls before it dissipated. Sensing the need to save their skins the cultists began to push crates into the corridor to create mobile cover, as other cultists provided covering fire. Suddenly an eyeless man like creature with claws leaped over the crates the cultists had pushed, it pounced on one of the dregs sinking its teeth into his neck. Responding to his comrades death a dreg shoved a shock dagger into the back of the mutant, but it was to no avail. As the plasma blade pierced its skin the wound clotting instantly, the rather angry mutant then proceeded to impale the dreg with its spear like tail as it clawed away at the vandal's legs. Suddenly, behind the mob of cultists that laid before them many of the other pods opened releasing a tide of more mutants and cultists alike.

      After around 15 minutes the corridors had cleared of all except ether and blood, gunfire could be heard coming from further down the hallway as well as the screams of innocents. From one of the pods appeared yet another figure, as he leaped down onto the surface of the ketch many more figures flanked him. In his hand was a small device, little did the guardians know what he intended to do with it.

      (A Genestealer? Seriously?)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:

      Warboss75 wrote:
      As the first group of cultists appeared bullets, and grenades were tossed around the narrow corridors, tearing through bone and flesh alike as they ricocheted off the walls. But, something else emerged from the pods something far more sinister. At the end of the hall a group of dregs, and a vandal had rallied felling many a cultist with their combined fire. The vandal placed one wire rifle round down the corridor that pierced through three different skulls before it dissipated. Sensing the need to save their skins the cultists began to push crates into the corridor to create mobile cover, as other cultists provided covering fire. Suddenly an eyeless man like creature with claws leaped over the crates the cultists had pushed, it pounced on one of the dregs sinking its teeth into his neck. Responding to his comrades death a dreg shoved a shock dagger into the back of the mutant, but it was to no avail. As the plasma blade pierced its skin the wound clotting instantly, the rather angry mutant then proceeded to impale the dreg with its spear like tail as it clawed away at the vandal's legs. Suddenly, behind the mob of cultists that laid before them many of the other pods opened releasing a tide of more mutants and cultists alike.

      After around 15 minutes the corridors had cleared of all except ether and blood, gunfire could be heard coming from further down the hallway as well as the screams of innocents. From one of the pods appeared yet another figure, as he leaped down onto the surface of the ketch many more figures flanked him. In his hand was a small device, little did the guardians know what he intended to do with it.

      (A Genestealer? Seriously?)

      (No its a mutant, genestealers don't have tails nor are they eyeless. Besides the mob of mutants has variety in it, its not exclusive to the one I described in my post.)

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    • The remaining Fallen retreated, sealing the blast doors behind them as they fell back to Decks 3 and 5. "What the fuck was that thing?!" one Dreg said to another.


      By the time the Cultists had cleared the deck, Scythe had made his way to the bridge. "Sitrep!"

      "Boarders have taken control of Deck 4. The remaining crew there managed to seal off the deck before retreating." Voriks began. "Shall I vent atmosphere from the deck?"

      "Not yet. Tell the surviving crew to regroup on Decks 3 and 5 and await further orders. Send some  Shanks down there. I want to know just what we're dealing with."

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    • The hoard of cultists chased the Fallen until the blast door sealed covering their escape. Many of the mutants had already began to climb into the ventilation systems instinctively, while several of the cultists tried to pry the blast door open with a few crowbars. It was then that Flint decided to enter the room, in his hand was the device required to complete their mission.

      "Fools crowbars won't open those doors," he exclaimed. He then proceeded to hold a plasma cutter.

      "But this will," he said with a grin on his face.

      As the cultists slowly melted away at the blast door, the mutants had already been moving through the vents with great speed.

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    • "Hostile signatures detected in the ventilation system!" Rakik called out over the comms.

      "Seal the vents! Arm thyselves! Get some Walkers to cover the main corridor!" Scythe roared in Fallen.

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    • As the others continued to bore through the blast doors, the mutants began to claw at the locked vents in an attempt to break the seal. Meanwhile, Flint and his team used their separate plasma cutters to drill a hole directly downwards form where they were standing in the corridor.

      "If what the dark one told me was right," Flint said as he drilled through the floor. "We should be able to reach our objective if we get to service lifts, which are located directly beneath us."

      A group of dregs were moving some equipment when they noticed the plasma cuts in the ceiling directly above them. Before they had time to react the dregs were crushed by the weight of the falling ceiling, combined with the weight of Flint and his team. Once the blast doors had been cut open the cultists were met by a wall of plasma fire, one after one they were cut down and were forced to retreat into the new hole that Flint had carved out. Just as the last few surviving cultists jumped into the hole, the blade walker released its payload into the corridor cutting down a dozen cultists with shrapnel before it began to reload. Then the vents began to burst and the horde descended upon the Fallen scavengers.

      One after one the mutant kept coming, shrugging off plasma rounds as if they hadn't hit them in the first place. Dregs, and vandals were slaughtered alike by razor sharp claws and mandibles. One three armed mutant charged Rakik on all fours until it pounced on the captain, the veteran Fallen fell back to the deck of the ketch as speared the mutant on all of his shock blades. To his surprise the beast seemed to not notice that its entrails had been pouring out of its ripped open abdomen, and it kept up its attack relentlessly trying to get a grip on the captain's head.

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    • Nevermore, monitoring the battle in the mainframe, activated the anti-boarding mechanisms. Mustard gas sprayers installed by Sauron and Easy Company flooded the vents and sealed compartments on every deck enemy forces had breached. Cultists choked and gasped, skin bursting with boils and lungs filling with deadly fluid. The Fallen, whose alien biologies were immune to the poison, gleefully tore them apart. Then, the AI ejected his combat subframes, whose CPUs were directly slaved to the central computer of the Ketch. The Frames, already armed with R97 rifles, sprayed down cultist after cultist, as others burned down the mutants with flamethrowers. The AI also lined up the Oppenhiemer mine pods along the sides of the ship, then launched a full spread at the frieghter. Ordinarily, the mines would utilize their thrusters to jet toward nearby targets, but Nevermore instead locked their proximity detonation systems to the freighter's signature, using the globular explosives as impromptu torpedoes. The array of mines collided with the enemy ship, knocking out its left engine and destroying the hangar bay damaged by Sauron and Scythe's earlier rescue mission.  

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    • Suddenly, the bridge doors whooshed open, and Scythe stepped out. Remembering what Sauron had said while fighting the Hive aboard the derilect, he fired at the monster's limbs. When its last arm was shot away, the mutant whithered and died. Rakik got to his feet, drew his Shock Sword, and proceeded to dismember another mutant that charged him. "Rakik! Get inside, now!" Scythe shouted as he blasted apart another monstrosity with his Shrapnel Launcher. The two darted back to the bridge as the doors slammed shut behind them.

      "Boarders are now on Deck 5!" Voriks said over the comms.

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    • Nevermore isolated Deck Five and activated the gas sprayers in every part of the area, before purging the vents with incinerator valves. 

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    • (A large portion of the cultists use gas masks and heavy robes woven of thick materials, so mustard gas wont kill all of them.)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      (A large portion of the cultists use gas masks and heavy robes woven of thick materials, so mustard gas wont kill all of them.)

      (Point taken. Note to self: Use chlorine gas next time)

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    • Nevermore, noting the ineffectiveness of the mustard sprayers, switches to MORO-445. Those cultists not wearing atmosphere suits start to drop. 

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    • As the Darkbringer began his assault, the entire Ketch shook violently. Lights in the war room flickered and Arxus was tossed around, though he had his digits in a vice grip over the table. "What the hell?" Fallen chatter blared over the intercom. They were under attack. Both Sauron and Scythe ran off, leaving Avgust, Varrus and himself standing in the war room. Now was a time for action. "Damn it, he's already here. We can't let him breach that fortress before we do!" Arxus ripped his shotgun from his maglocks and stormed out of the war room. "I'm going to hold them off."

      "Grim!" Arxus called out for his Ghost, as the Titan strode through the hallways of the Ketch.

      "Yes sir. Activating HUD and radar systems now." HUD systems displayed across the interior of Arxus's helmet; ammo counters, radar and other essentials. "Detecting several lifeforms holed up in the bridge."

      Arxus tapped into the local communication frequency that all the Guardians were usually connected to. He hailed both Scythe and Sauron. "We need to take out that Freighter, and quickly. The longer we stick around, the more we'll get sc-" Arxus suddenly cut out as he was attacked by some sort of monster. A tripedal creature leapt from the ventilation system and pounced on him, forcing the Titan off his feet. Thick claws sprawled out from two forward legs, with a bladed tail whipping around.

      Arxus scrambled back to his feet, gaze narrowed at the abomination that was facing him. "What is this thing..?" The mutant lunged out with a tail strike, but Arxus narrowly avoided the blow. The blade scratched against his visor, but did nothing else. "Gotcha." The mutant retracted its tail and snarled, just as Arxus pumped his shotgun.

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    • Avgust removed his Strike One sidearm and aimed it at the mutant, only to see that Arxus finished the creature with his Dry Rot shotgun. He swore in his own language, approaching the two other Titans under his command. "If the dark being is here, there isn't much time—" Avgust said, before cutting himself off, "«blin»! The medical bay! Sara is still going to be there!"

      He holstered his Strike One sidearm, removing "The Thing Which I Hold" from the maglocks mounted over his hardcase backpack. Avgust thought quietly for a moment, before responding: "Raise comrade Scythe over the COMs and get a status report over the situation. Gather everyone else, make sure they are clear to engage these «cyka» before we push on to Enxor. We need to clear the air up outside before we ever hope to reach Ceres. Wait for me before you go, I need to get Sara before these bastards find her."

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    • Chorrin stormed into the room, wearing full armour and wielding his twin Hand Cannons. One cultist charged him and attempted to beat him down, but was stopped in his tracks by a shot in his foot, making him fall over. Another cultist attacked, but Chorrin kicked him and he landed next to the first. He finished them both with a shot to the head, the large calibre splattering their brains on the floor.

      Meanwhile, Orkrim had pulled out his Vestian Dynasty and climbed onto the table, where he could fire at the cultists without risking to shoot one of his friends in the head.

      "I'll come with you," Orkrim said. "You may be strong, but these odds are overwhelming, even by your standards." He switched his Vestian Dynasty for the mighty Vex Mythoclast.

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    • Varrus donned his helm and pulled the summoner from his back as Avgust shouted orders. Deciding that the commander would be safe enough on his trip to the medbay covered by Orkrim, he followed after Arxus as the other titan paced down the hall to the right.

      "Arxus! I've got your back! We should push to the bridge and make sure these scum haven't overtaken it yet!"

      The giant followed behind his fellow titan, eying any vents as they passed them.

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    • Arxus fired off a single load of buckshot as the mutant lunged towards him, and immediately blew its brains clean out. He stepped out of the way to allow the corpse to flop over as gravity took over for momentum. The Titan proceeded to wipe away the blood from his visor, smearing it. He turned towards Avgust and nodded. "You go after Sara. We'll take care of things here." Arxus aimed his shotgun and fired as a cultist charged his position; the being was left with a searing hole in their chest, before they slumped over. 

      The Titan turned towards his fellow Guardians. "Orkrim, hail Scythe and tell him that we're on our way. Varrus, Chorrin, on me." Arxus pumped his shotgun rather dramatically. "We're taking back our ship."

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    • (Sauron's on his way down to Ceres, with a very special book.)

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    • Nevermore noted a breach in the medbay. The AI was fuming as he realized his typical "lock-it-down-and-burn-it" strategy wouldn't work. He opened the PA. 

      <Attention, we have a medbay breach, please relocate all wounded to non-threat zones.>

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    • "Right away," Orkrim said. He opened a private comms channel with Scythe. "Scythe, stay where you are. Arxus, Varrus and Chorrin are headed to your position. Just hold on."

      "Okay, Avgust," he said, while readying the Mythoclast. "Let's go get Sara."

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    • "No problem" Scythe muttered as the bridge crew shored up the door and prepared their weapons. Jaqueline stepped to the door. "Open it. I'm going to help them."


      Down in the infirmary, Fariks heard the first of the Cultists round the corne, and pressed two hidden buttons on her desk. The first activated a Solar sheild that was projected over the door, which would burn anything that tried to get through. The second summoned a swarm of Shanks from compartments in the walls. "I can put thee back together, I can take thee apart just as easily!" she roared at the Lightless ones.

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    • (Seriously man, mutants? Now you're out-Sauron-ing Sauron)

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    • (Weren't they 75's creation?)

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    • Avgust nodded his head, lowering his scout rifle as he ran through the corridors of the boarded Ketch. He skidded to a halt as a group of three cultists came into view, one turning and spotting the Vanguard. Avgust raised his rifle, firing off three shots centre mass as the cultist screamed in pain as he fell to the floor. His compatriots turned around, trying to open fire on the Lietenant as Avgust dove behind cover. Orkrim was right behind him, covering his six. He heard the footsteps of the cultists as they headed down the corridor to meet Avgust. He holstered his 'Thing Which I Hold', before removing his Strike One pistol again.

      As the cultists turned the corner, Avgust lunged out and tore the rifle away from one of the cultists. The other tried to open fire on Avgust, one bullet striking his shoulder pauldron as the Vanguard turned and fired multiple shots at the cultist, the second falling to the ground. He turned his attention on the disarmed cultist, as he seized him by the throat and slammed the cultist to the ground. The cultist lost all the air in his lungs, as Avgust then twisted the neck upwards until a satisfying crack was heard. He stood up, looking at Orkrim before heading down the corridor once more to the medical bay.

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    • Flint and his team were equiped with atomosphere suits, hence they were able to withstand the cloud of toxins that lay before them. Those cultists not so fortunate enough to have said equipment, gasped and coughed, as the died slowly and painfully. 

      "Leave them we have to keep moving," Flint ordered. The rest of the team made their way towards the service elevators which were covered by group a Fallen vandals led by a captain. Flint threw a grenade towards the hostile targets the detonation killed many of the bunched up vandals before they had time to react. The rest of the cultists used their shotguns to fill the area with a wall of buckshot, once they'd dealt with the guards the cultists then proceeded to enter the lift. Sending them on a course for the engine room. 

      Meanwhile above much of the cultist opposition had been decimated, the majority of the cultist were choking on toxic gas while the rest of them had been slain by the combined forces of the Fallen, and guardians. To them it seemed as though the fight had been won. 



      On the bridge of the freighter teh darkbringer stared at the ketch waiting for the time to strike, he then began to laugh maniacally as he remebered about how those mutants came to be. 

      Yes, he thought, a failed attempt to create super soldiers equivalent to guardians amongst our ranks. A pity it failed. Soon it will be time for us to srike but until then, the predator will wait amongst the tall grass waiting to pounce on its prey. 

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    • (Poll: should Avgust and Orkrim stumble upon Flint and his team of (far too powerful) cultists? Yay or nay?)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:
      (Seriously man, mutants? Now you're out-Sauron-ing Sauron)

      (This is funny BC he was always the most butthurt in the old days.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: (Poll: should Avgust and Orkrim stumble upon Flint and his team of (far too powerful) cultists? Yay or nay?)

      (Yay! Burn the Heretics! Kill the Alien!)

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    • Scythe heard some scratching sounds coming from the bridge vents, just as a mutant burst through. "Shoot the limbs! SHOOT THE LIMBS!" he yelled as he poured fire from his Shrapnel Launcher into the beast. Shanks joined in the attack, providing a distraction.


      Jaqueline crept through the deserted Deck 4, slowly making her way to the infirmary. As she rounded a corner, she spotted a lone Cultist walking away from her. The Gunslinger snuck up on the Cultist and knocked them out with the butt of her Shrapnel Launcher. She looked over the Cultist's weapons: not much, just a Kvostov. "We are going to have so much fun" she whispered as the Cultist vanished into transmat.

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    • On Ceres

      Sauron finished hotwiring the active camoflauge unit he'd stolen off of Scythe's armor into his own suit, then crept invisibly through the many defensive lines of the fortress containing Enxor's bones. Pausing only to allow the cloak to recharge, the Titan traveled for hours. Above him was a massive ebony tower, and at it's top was the soul crystal of Enxor, in the shape of a flaming emerald Eye. Dodging its gaze, Sauron deftly crept toward the pedastal on which the Summoning Tome used by the Awakeners was kept. The Titan, still cloaked, placed a book bound in ancient leather on the stand, sliding the Summoning Tome into his satchel. The Titan flipped an ancient one-finger gesture to the Hive God and crawled slowly out of the chamber.

      "Two-bit rip-off." Sauron muttered, as soon as he'd returned to his ship.

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    • "Let's move. Fight for the bridge!" Arxus let out this ordered and began blasting his way through the corridors of the Ketch. Toxic gas was pumping through the vents and killing most of the cultists, aside from the occasional cultist in a HEV suit. Arxus quickly loaded them with buckshot. As far as he was concerned, the Guardians needed now to regroup and completely fight off the threat of the cult. 

      "Guardians. A squad of cultists are headed down into the engine rooms." Grim sent out a message through an encrypted frequency. The Ghost was scouring the schematics of the Ketch, pinpointing every heat signature onboard. "If they disable the engines, we'll be dead in the water."

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    • Nevermore, whose main data core wasn't far from the cultists location, activated his personal combat Frame.

      <Ok. Activating "Brown Pants" mode.>

      Nevermore's voice suddenly changed.

      <DIRECT INTERVENTION IS NECESSARY.>

      An eight-foot tall combat frame dropped from its storage pod in the engine room ceiling. It paused to insert a small black cylinder into the back of its cybernetic raven's head and deploy the minigun secreted in its right arm. Its eyes took on a blindingly bright red glow. 

      <ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL.>

      The terrifying robo-crow let out a horrific screech as it sighted the cultists and opened fire. 

      (I'm so sorry. But it just popped into my head.)

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    • (Jesus fucking Christ, Sauron. Why don't you just destroy Enxor while you're at it?)

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    • "Copy that, Arxus," Orkrim replied, before turning to Avgust. "We're nearby. If we go there now, we could stop them." A couple of cultists rounded the corner, but they were shot down before they even had time to react. "So, what do we do? Save Sara or save the ship?"

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Jesus fucking Christ, Sauron. Why don't you just destroy Enxor while you're at it?)

      (This is important. All shall be revealed. Check your wall.)


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    • For Scythe and the others on the bridge, the situation was becoming dire. Mutants continued to tumble out of the vents nearly as fast as they could shoot them. Rakik had the idea of sending Exploder Shanks into the vents as mobile mines to delay any of the monsters.



      "Almost there." Jaqueline whispered as she crept closer to the infirmary. The Cultist she had captured would talk, she was sure of it. She rounded one last corner, and caught sight of several Cultists trying to breach the Solar sheild around the infirmary. One attempted to walk through it, only to be incinerated upon contact. That left two for her.

      The Gunslinger stepped out from behind a column and blasted away with her Shrapnel Launcher. She then walked up to the wall, and channeling her Solar Light, was able to walk through unharmed. "Hello Fariks. How is everyone?"

      "Surprisingly, most intact. Those Lightless wastrels were becoming quite the nuisance."

      "Well I hate to tell thee this, but I grabbed one on the way here. Dost thou have a cryo pod available?" The Captain simply pointed across the room at a powered-down pod

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    • (I shall quote Zero:

      NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      Can he resist falling back into his old ways once more and starting the cycle anew? Or is this the dawn of a new era, and a new Sauron? We shall see.

      Well, I think we've seen the answer here.)

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    • (Is Saturn alive????)

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    • (Why. I am disappointed.)

      Avgust turned towards Orkrim, surprised by the remark made by his comrade. He approached the Warlock in a manner meant to be imposing, his voice beginning to come out through his helmet. The answer was obvious to the Lieutenant, he knew he had to save Sara from the cultists—he wasn't going to allow anyone to hurt a good friend of his, someone he had considered family. But he stopped, as he then dropped his broad shoulders as he came to the sure reality of the situation.

      «Blin!» Avgust muttered, before repeating it louder: «Blin!»

      Why the hell does this have to happen to me? Avgust thought, as he looked between the corridor that lead to the engine room, before turning his gaze back to way that would lead him towards the medical bay. Avgust was pinned two to responsibilities. One as a mentor, to protect a long-serving student and a good friend, and the other as a commander of a Fireteam full of people he trusted.

      The Lieutenant was stuck, either he can save Sara knowing he prioritised the care of his student, his promise to protect her. Or he could save everyone else from being obliterated by the cultists in the reaction which would follow if the engine would be breached. "Damn it!" Avgust finally muttered in English, as he looked down towards the hallway, choking on the emotion of the situation.

      Could he really betray the promise he made to keep his student safe? Or could he live knowing that his Fireteam would suffer because of his decision. He shook his head, overcome by the choice he had to make. "Damn it..." Avgust muttered again, looking towards the engine room. Everything demanded that he stopped and headed the other way, every sense of being instructed Avgust to head back to the medical bay and save Sara.

      But could he sacrifice the lives of the entire Fireteam to save someone he knew and loved dearly? Or would he allow himself to let that one die, so that others he only considered Comrades could live. He would be guilty for the cost either way, responsible for whatever would happen.

      So he turned and started down the hallway towards the engine room. Each step he took was more and more painful, every stride heading towards the engine room driving him more and more into guilt. He held back his emotions, and he tried his best to focus on what needed to be done. With all luck, he could save everyone.

      But Avgust knew better than to hope that luck would help him, he knew better than to let what should be done get in the way of what had to be done. He just hoped that Sara could ever forgive him. And with that, he took off in the direction of the engine room.

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    • (Nah mate. I think Jackie is already down there unbeknownst to Avgust. Even if she isn't, just splitting up now would render that conflict Avgust had as pointless.)

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    • (K. Retconning.)

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    • Jackie, Fariks, and anyone else who could walk were hurridly packing up the infirmary. Fariks made sure to take her datapad, which contained some sensitive medical research as well as a downloaded copy of Star Trek: The Original Series. The Cultist was safely tucked away in a cryotube, albiet upside-down.

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      (Why. I am disappointed.)


      (If it's about me, then please don't be. It's not what it looks like. I wouldn't renege a month of work for my old practices.)

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    • Sara tried her best to get herself off the bed that she had been placed on, as warning lights flashed and instructions were given over the loudspeakers. She shuttered, as she heard the news that "cultists" had approached and engaged the ship. She sat there, on the brink of breaking down again. She gave them knowledge about the location of the rest of the Guardians, and now her weakness was threatening to destroy the rest of them. Sara didn't know what to do, as she waited for something to happen.

      This was the punishment she dragged the rest of the group into, this was the pain she caused them because of her inability to safeguard them. And now? She waited for her own judgement.

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    • (Sauron: Well, it is about you. I don't know how Sauron managed to sneak his way through a fortress that is established as heavily guarded, by himself and give the Hive this thing that actually wakes up Enxor because 'he was hallucinating'. That is way too far, comrade.)

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    • (THE ENTIRE SEQUENCE IS A HALLUCINATION!)

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    • (Also, that was supposed to be a reveal, which I was going to use later. Only ReD, because he asked, and Inquisitor, because he is GM, were supposed to know. So if I post something to someone's wall, and it looks important, PLEASE don't throw it onto the regular thread.)

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    • Jackie handed a Shrapnel Launcher to Fariks, and was about to toss one to Sara when she noticed the Titan sink back into her bunk. "Sara, come on. We have to move, now!" She glanced over her shoulder at the sheild wall. "Look, you saw a possibility, what might happen. We can still stop things from falling apart." The Gunslinger turned and went into Arxus' cubicle, handing him a Shrapnel Launcher as well.

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    • (Please Sauron, if you plan things like that don't expect everyone and everything to like, understand, and/or conform to them.  Or, better yet, don't plan things at all.)

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    • (Illuminati confirmed?)

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    • 70.118.196.83 wrote:
      (Is Saturn alive????)

      (He's not in the fight right now, because there was no reason for him to be aboard the Ketch.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:
      ReDquinox wrote:
      (Jesus fucking Christ, Sauron. Why don't you just destroy Enxor while you're at it?)
      (This is important. All shall be revealed. Check your wall.)


      (Nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Please Sauron, if you plan things like that don't expect everyone and everything to like, understand, and/or conform to them.  Or, better yet, don't plan things at all.)

      (Look, Sean. I get what you're saying. But believe me, when I do something stupid, I have a reason. And I wasn't expecting anyone to like it. In fact, I was expecting the flaming. What makes me angry is that FireDrag feels it is his right (for some reason) to spread around information meant only for a few people, that is now something I will have to redact or work around, rather than use it as a mini-plot point later on as intended.)


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    • (Um Sauron where did a giant robot come from? How is it able to fit in the engine room? What was it doing in the engine room in the first place? Who put it in the engine room? Does it only target cultists?

      EXPLAIN STORY! EXPLAIN!

      Sauron you can't just conjure random crap out of thin air, besides how are my cultists supposed to combat against it. At least with my mutants I gave some back story, and they're only just slightly better in close quarter fighting than my standard infantry so they're balanced in that sense. This robot is out of place, and serves no purpose for the plot at all. Henceforth, I suggest you retconn it.)

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    • 75.26.160.164 wrote: (Um Sauron where did a giant robot come from? How is it able to fit in the engine room? What was it doing in the engine room in the first place? Who put it in the engine room? Does it only target cultists?

      EXPLAIN STORY! EXPLAIN!

      Sauron you can't just conjure random crap out of thin air, besides how are my cultists supposed to combat against it. At least with my mutants I gave some back story, and they're only just slightly better in close quarter fighting than my standard infantry so they're balanced in that sense. This robot is out of place, and serves no purpose for the plot at all. Henceforth, I suggest you retconn it.)

      (Sorry about that I forgot to sign in.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:

      Sean4333 wrote:
      (Please Sauron, if you plan things like that don't expect everyone and everything to like, understand, and/or conform to them.  Or, better yet, don't plan things at all.)

      (Look, Sean. I get what you're saying. But believe me, when I do something stupid, I have a reason. And I wasn't expecting anyone to like it. In fact, I was expecting the flaming. What makes me angry is that FireDrag feels it is his right (for some reason) to spread around information meant only for a few people, that is now something I will have to redact or work around, rather than use it as a mini-plot point later on as intended.)


      (You could've at least informed us about what you were doing to prevent rage from being thrown at you. Hmm, this kind of reminds of another stunt that you pulled which could've been avoided if you simply asked a certain someone.)

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    • (Not informing you was my intent. Also, self-aggrandization won't help anyone, and I'll be ignoring all further replies on the subject, seeing as if we have YET ANOTHER flame war, we'll be here till Christmas. Now can we get on with this?)

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    • (Also, the robot is Nevermore's physical body. It's essentially the same as any other Frame, it just looks cooler and is a little taller. Consider it an impromptu boss fight, since you never got to participate in the old ones.)

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    • (Ignoring things can hardly stop a war.  Ask Chamberlain.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote: (Not informing you was my intent. Also, self-aggrandization won't help anyone, and I'll be ignoring all further replies on the subject, seeing as if we have YET ANOTHER flame war, we'll be here till Christmas. Now can we get on with this?)

      (What about the giant robot guarding the engine room?

      On a side note:

      There is a difference from being vague, and being mysterious. If you were going for mysteriousness you should've included more details. And how does lack of info, and reasoning give Sauron the ability to bypass all of the Hive's defenses?

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    • Sauron190 wrote: (Also, the robot is Nevermore's physical body. It's essentially the same as any other Frame, it just looks cooler and is a little taller. Consider it an impromptu boss fight, since you never got to participate in the old ones.)

      (It appears more like a pile of bullcrap placed in front of my cultists, serving nothing more than to add filler to the boarding action. Seriously, you think you can just conjure up a boss fight on the spot? Besides that is the GM's job not yours.)

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    • (And if you want a boss, make it a cultist leader or something fitting and interesting.  A "boss" is not the same as a "big dude was a long health bar".)

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    • (First, I'd like to say thank you, since you don't seem to know what's going on. This means you kept the private info I sent to ReD private. Good for you! Now then.)

      (My intent was to make this random, out of character post of Sauron somehow sneaking through the Hive fortress. It's a hallucination, and is therefore vauge and lacking in detail, as hallucinations IRL tend to be when remembered by those who experinced them. I was going to have Sauron assure the group, once they'd gotten to the fortress, that he'd dealt with the problem, only for Enxor to appear, fully healed, setting up the final boss. I was about to send this idea to Inquisitor when the info was leaked by FireDrag, starting the rage train.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote: (And if you want a boss, make it a cultist leader or something fitting and interesting.  A "boss" is not the same as a "big dude was a long health bar".)

      (I agree, but wait you do know that it was Sauron's conjuring right?)

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    • The ninjas strike again.

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      Sauron190 wrote: (Also, the robot is Nevermore's physical body. It's essentially the same as any other Frame, it just looks cooler and is a little taller. Consider it an impromptu boss fight, since you never got to participate in the old ones.)

      (It appears more like a pile of bullcrap placed in front of my cultists, serving nothing more than to add filler to the boarding action. Seriously, you think you can just conjure up a boss fight on the spot? Besides that is the GM's job not yours.)

      (I'll admit you've got me there. It just doesn't feel right that the engines could be completely bypassed like that.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote: (First, I'd like to say thank you, since you don't seem to know what's going on. This means you kept the private info I sent to ReD private. Good for you! Now then.)

      (My intent was to make this random, out of character post of Sauron somehow sneaking through the Hive fortress. It's a hallucination, and is therefore vauge and lacking in detail, as hallucinations IRL tend to be when remembered by those who experinced them. I was going to have Sauron assure the group, once they'd gotten to the fortress, that he'd dealt with the problem, only for Enxor to appear, fully healed, setting up the final boss. I was about to send this idea to Inquisitor when the info was leaked by FireDrag, starting the rage train.)

      (Funny how you sent the info to ReD before sending it to the GM for approval.)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:) (I agree, but wait you do know that it was Sauron's conjuring right?)

      (Why do you think I'm addressing him? :P

      "Y'know, 75's pissing me off.  I think I'll go blame Sauron.":P )

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    • (They were being done concurrently. I actually posted it by accident, and forgot to remove it. By that time, it was too late to fix.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:

      Warboss75 wrote:

      Sauron190 wrote: (Also, the robot is Nevermore's physical body. It's essentially the same as any other Frame, it just looks cooler and is a little taller. Consider it an impromptu boss fight, since you never got to participate in the old ones.)

      (It appears more like a pile of bullcrap placed in front of my cultists, serving nothing more than to add filler to the boarding action. Seriously, you think you can just conjure up a boss fight on the spot? Besides that is the GM's job not yours.)

      (I'll admit you've got me there. It just doesn't feel right that the engines could be completely bypassed like that.)

      (Bypassed? I've lost all of my squads except Flint's, and they fought hard to get there taking losses all the way.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:

      Warboss75 wrote:) (I agree, but wait you do know that it was Sauron's conjuring right?)

      (Why do you think I'm addressing him? :P

      "Y'know, 75's pissing me off.  I think I'll go blame Sauron.":P )

      (Sorry you confused me, seeing as you didn't write Sauron's name anywhere on the post.)

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    • (In the future, you can reveal things (like hallucinations) in one post to end confusion.  Or just don't go off on spiels. Stay with the others in the RP, work with them. It's a living, changing thing that feeds on teamwork and breaths cooperation. And it's very grumpy when it receives neither. Instead of going solo, go together.)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      Sauron190 wrote:

      Warboss75 wrote:

      Sauron190 wrote: (Also, the robot is Nevermore's physical body. It's essentially the same as any other Frame, it just looks cooler and is a little taller. Consider it an impromptu boss fight, since you never got to participate in the old ones.)

      (It appears more like a pile of bullcrap placed in front of my cultists, serving nothing more than to add filler to the boarding action. Seriously, you think you can just conjure up a boss fight on the spot? Besides that is the GM's job not yours.)
      (I'll admit you've got me there. It just doesn't feel right that the engines could be completely bypassed like that.)
      (Bypassed? I've lost all of my squads except Flint's, and they fought hard to get there taking losses all the way.)

      (I just meant the act of planting the bombs themselves. Not the battle. I saw all that. And no. I am NOT belittling your plan, characters, or the way you wrote either of them.)

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    • (Rage train? Ha.

      First off, if you ever intended to keep the message private, don't bother making a comment about it on the main board. Or if you do, add a disclaimer. Otherwise you are inviting people to look at it by saying: 'Look! My reason for doing this is right here!'.

      Second off, I assume Nevermore is a Crow. A spy device used by the Awoken Prince Uldren to spy on others for the interest of the Queen. Why Sauron has possession of one is questionable, because ALL Crows swear loyalty to Prince Uldren and the Queen.

      Third, why does Nevermore have a giant robot body. This makes no sense, and if a device is meant for infiltration only, why does it have a heavy-duty combat-ready suit. Especially convenient, because he is using it only when the boarding started.

      Finally, doing all of this proves that you haven't changed from the old Sauron. I am not doing this to be rude, but you promised to improve continually and failed to do so, and it shows because of things like this. It is like being banned from a store for pushing over customers who are shopping, writing an apology letter which is convincing you will change, and just go back afterwards to ruining a customers experience.

      Take a moment before you reply. Спасибо.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote: (In the future, you can reveal things (like hallucinations) in one post to end confusion.  Or just don't go off on spiels. Stay with the others in the RP, work with them. It's a living, changing thing that feeds on teamwork and breaths cooperation. And it's very grumpy when it receives neither. Instead of going solo, go together.)

      (Knowing Sauron talking and communication aren't his strong suits. In the past he has always been very vague, refusing to explain to anyone about his plans. Instead of creating the tension, and suspense his posts were supposed to create. They created confusion, and anger. He has been doing this since HoS.)

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote: (Rage train? Ha.

      First off, if you ever intended to keep the message private, don't bother making a comment about it on the main board. Or if you do, add a disclaimer. Otherwise you are inviting people to look at it by saying: 'Look! My reason for doing this is right here!'.

      Second off, I assume Nevermore is a Crow. A spy device used by the Awoken Prince Uldren to spy on others for the interest of the Queen. Why Sauron has possession of one is questionable, because ALL Crows swear loyalty to Prince Uldren and the Queen.

      Third, why does Nevermore have a giant robot body. This makes no sense, and if a device is meant for infiltration only, why does it have a heavy-duty combat-ready suit. Especially convenient, because he is using it only when the boarding started.

      Finally, doing all of this proves that you haven't changed from the old Sauron. I am not doing this to be rude, but you promised to improve continually and failed to do so, and it shows because of things like this. It is like being banned from a store for pushing over customers who are shopping, writing an apology letter which is convincing you will change, and just go back afterwards to ruining a customers experience.

      Take a moment before you reply. Спасибо.)

      (Thank for putting all of our thoughts into words.)

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    • Warboss75 wrote:

      (Knowing Sauron talking and communication aren't his strong suits. In the past he has always been very vague, refusing to explain to anyone about his plans. Instead of creating the tension, and suspense his posts were supposed to create. They created confusion, and anger. He has been doing this since HoS.)

      (For Pete's sake-It's an RP not a Wyler fim.  Suspence has absolutely no value.)

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    • (Well, I'm staying out of the flame war, if it comes to pass. I'm the Switzerland of this situation.)

      Baryos tore out of the Briefing Room, pulling Once Bitten off its maglocks. As a trio of Cultists approached, he took cover behind an aesthetically placed crate.

      "Lucky these things are everywhere, " he whispered to himself. As the footsteps of the enemy grew louder, the Warlock grinned slightly.

      "Ass whuppin time."

      Baryos whipped out of cover, blasting two of the cultists in the face, then rushed at the third, kicking him square in the chest. The Cultist's head slammed on the corridor wall, likely cracking his skull,  hemmhoraging the brain. Baryos shuddered- too analytical!

      Different gases floated in the air, mustard gas stained the floor. The helmet filtered it all.

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    • (*Facepalm*...)

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    • ( Derailed once again, thanks to the neverending exploits of Sauron and his wonderful cast of misfit characters that he pulls out of his ass. )

      They were left with a choice now; Sara or the engines. Both were critical assets, and losing one could have consequences. Though Avgust was indeed the leader, Arxus took charge. "Orkrim. Go with Avgust and save Sara. The rest of us will lock down the engine room. We have to work fast or else the Darkbringer will blow this Ketch before we even get to the Fortress." Cultists continued to storm the corridor that they were in, but Arxus fought his way through them. He considered it payback for what transpired back on Luna. The Titan shot a cultist's head clean off with his shotgun, before he meticulously reloaded the weapon.

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    • (Okay. This is real fun and all, being pissed once again at Sauron's shit. But wasn't there a little ultimatum involved here? Something with this being your last chance? I believe there was. And you just Sauroned it up again.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Okay. This is real fun and all, being pissed once again at Sauron's shit. But wasn't there a little ultimatum involved here? Something with this being your last chance? I believe there was. And you just Sauroned it up again.)

      ( I've been roleplaying for a long time now, way before I even joined up with you fine gents. I'm familar with all kinds of themes but jesus. There's a real fine line between what's belivable and what isn't. An Archon controlling Vex? Sure, I'm cool with that. Mutants forged through Darkness in an attempt to create Dark Guardians? They seem like Necromorphs but all right. Blatantly breaking the established lore and world of Destiny, which is our theme mind you, and referencing a myriad of various other things like Mass Effect and Lord of the Rings just because you can? I'm all for expressing creative freedom but God. There's a limit to that, and even more so when you're roleplaying with a theme in mind. 

      Sorry. I don't complain much but given how hard the RP got derailed, I had to say something. )

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      (Rage train? Ha.

      First off, if you ever intended to keep the message private, don't bother making a comment about it on the main board. Or if you do, add a disclaimer. Otherwise you are inviting people to look at it by saying: 'Look! My reason for doing this is right here!'.

      Second off, I assume Nevermore is a Crow. A spy device used by the Awoken Prince Uldren to spy on others for the interest of the Queen. Why Sauron has possession of one is questionable, because ALL Crows swear loyalty to Prince Uldren and the Queen.

      Third, why does Nevermore have a giant robot body. This makes no sense, and if a device is meant for infiltration only, why does it have a heavy-duty combat-ready suit. Especially convenient, because he is using it only when the boarding started.

      Finally, doing all of this proves that you haven't changed from the old Sauron. I am not doing this to be rude, but you promised to improve continually and failed to do so, and it shows because of things like this. It is like being banned from a store for pushing over customers who are shopping, writing an apology letter which is convincing you will change, and just go back afterwards to ruining a customers experience.

      Take a moment before you reply. Спасибо.)

      (Alright. First things first. Nevermore, as explained in the final HoS thread, is a refurbished smart AI that used to fly the Fist Of Mordor, which before the Europa missions had no crew EXCEPT Sauron. As such, in the theme of all other AI in a BUngie game, he has a distinct personality and digital appearance, which for him, is a raven. He is entirely unconnected to the Crows, since, as you've said, that would not make a lick of sense. I was only trying to provide what I figured would be a cool encounter, seeing as my main character is tripping out down on Ceres. I'm probably going to redact it, seeing as the last thing I wanted to happen was... well, what happened. And that's on me.)

      (Now for the truth: I've been having a lot of mental-health-related and scholarly issues lately. That's why I was gone for so long. The only reason I came back is because this place is a great way to work off stress and find something else to do, a distraction from everything else. But when I screw up, and everyone jumps on me in a way that only the internet allows, well, that sent me off the rails. That's why I'm responing now, instead of last night. It really hurts when the place you turn to to escape your problems thinks that you're just trying to screw around with them, and hurt them in return.

      This is not an indictment of any of you.

      It is a statement. You guys have helped keep me going, but now, when you decide that the easiest way to solve an issue is flaming, it REALLY hurts. I know, I was the one who said I never trusted anyone on the net, and that nothing ever seems to get in the way of me posting at least once a day, but on the other side of this screen, everything's falling apart on me, and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep it together, before I become a statistic.)

      (I'm sorry, and I await your honest and fair judgement.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      70.118.196.83 wrote:
      (Is Saturn alive????)
      (He's not in the fight right now, because there was no reason for him to be aboard the Ketch.)


      (He's alive. He kind of got told to bugger off by Jaqueline when he tried to land on the Ketch)

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    • (And, Mohamed on a moped! I can't leave you clowns alone for 3 seconds without an argument like this.)

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    • (How on earth were we, out of everyone, the thing that kept you going? A great sob story, sir, but it does not justify jack shit.)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:

      FireDrag1091 wrote:
      (Rage train? Ha.

      First off, if you ever intended to keep the message private, don't bother making a comment about it on the main board. Or if you do, add a disclaimer. Otherwise you are inviting people to look at it by saying: 'Look! My reason for doing this is right here!'.

      Second off, I assume Nevermore is a Crow. A spy device used by the Awoken Prince Uldren to spy on others for the interest of the Queen. Why Sauron has possession of one is questionable, because ALL Crows swear loyalty to Prince Uldren and the Queen.

      Third, why does Nevermore have a giant robot body. This makes no sense, and if a device is meant for infiltration only, why does it have a heavy-duty combat-ready suit. Especially convenient, because he is using it only when the boarding started.

      Finally, doing all of this proves that you haven't changed from the old Sauron. I am not doing this to be rude, but you promised to improve continually and failed to do so, and it shows because of things like this. It is like being banned from a store for pushing over customers who are shopping, writing an apology letter which is convincing you will change, and just go back afterwards to ruining a customers experience.

      Take a moment before you reply. Спасибо.)

      (Alright. First things first. Nevermore, as explained in the final HoS thread, is a refurbished smart AI that used to fly the Fist Of Mordor, which before the Europa missions had no crew EXCEPT Sauron. As such, in the theme of all other AI in a BUngie game, he has a distinct personality and digital appearance, which for him, is a raven. He is entirely unconnected to the Crows, since, as you've said, that would not make a lick of sense. I was only trying to provide what I figured would be a cool encounter, seeing as my main character is tripping out down on Ceres. I'm probably going to redact it, seeing as the last thing I wanted to happen was... well, what happened. And that's on me.)

      (Now for the truth: I've been having a lot of mental-health-related and scholarly issues lately. That's why I was gone for so long. The only reason I came back is because this place is a great way to work off stress and find something else to do, a distraction from everything else. But when I screw up, and everyone jumps on me in a way that only the internet allows, well, that sent me off the rails. That's why I'm responing now, instead of last night. It really hurts when the place you turn to to escape your problems thinks that you're just trying to screw around with them, and hurt them in return.

      This is not an indictment of any of you.

      It is a statement. You guys have helped keep me going, but now, when you decide that the easiest way to solve an issue is flaming, it REALLY hurts. I know, I was the one who said I never trusted anyone on the net, and that nothing ever seems to get in the way of me posting at least once a day, but on the other side of this screen, everything's falling apart on me, and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep it together, before I become a statistic.)

      (I'm sorry, and I await your honest and fair judgement.)

      (We aren't flaming we're criticizing what you've already done, and I can understand mental problems but they're not an excuse to write in all of these ludicrous things.

      I for one propose a vote of exile against user: Sauron190 for committing numerous acts of bullcrap on many threads including this one. Enough, is enough.)

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    • (Wait, we still need to vote? We already stated that it was the last chance. He ruined it. What is there to discuss?)

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    • (I don't really care either way. Yes, Sauron has pulled some crazy shit in the past, but I just can't see kicking him out)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: (Wait, we still need to vote? We already stated that it was the last chance. He ruined it. What is there to discuss?)

      (Well I was proposing a vote because not everyone hear agrees with us that Sauron should leave. But, you make an excellent point so I guess he is pretty much out for good.)

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    • ("In the past")

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    • (...And back the RP)

      After scans for more mutants came back negative, Rakik ordered Shanks to weld the vents back in place. More were put on guard duty on each vent, and the main bridge door. Scythe pushed a button on the keypad. "I'm going to help them. Hold the line until I get back."



      Jaqueline was busy getting Sara, Arxus, and Baryos ready to move. Arxus and Baryos were able to walk and fight if they had to, but Sara was still out of it. No more Cultists had appeared, but she wasn't sure how many were still alive anyway.

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    • (Yeah Patton? You're just gonna ignore it, then?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Yeah Patton? You're just gonna ignore it, then?)


      (I'm chosing not to act because I don't know what to do)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote:
      (Yeah Patton? You're just gonna ignore it, then?)


      (I'm chosing not to act because I don't know what to do)

      (Its a simply choice, besides how could you possibly ignore all that he has done?)

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    • Sauron sat around on Ceres, playing the harmonica and waiting for the others. He'd decamped in an old fortification, although for him, it was the same it'd been the day he'd left. 

      The Exo directed imaginary men and checked over imaginary ammo and invisible rifles . Sitting on a nearby table was a vitrified radio, which for him was spilling out casualty reports, datalists on munitions, and other things that had no existed for 500 years.

      To any observer, the Exo was obviously and completely insane. 

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    • (Just out of curiosity, what would everyone do if I left the RP? No House of Blades, no Ketch, you get the idea.)

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    • (Use Jumpships, probably.)

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    • (Just out of curiosity, what if I left the RP? No occasional posting four times every thread, no kudosing Zippo's jokes, you get the idea.)

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    • (Still use Jumpships.)

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    • (We get it, Vessel. You want me gone too.)

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    • (How was that your conclusion from reading that?)

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    • (Sauron: This is it. This is where I put my foot down. Time and time again you've derailed the plot and destroyed the cannon. Each time, despite the openions of both others and myself, I forgave you, and hoped that we could find a balance amongst us. But you just kept going. The relay station, the tram, the caves, the bunker, etc. Every step of the way, you repeated the cycle. And even into a whole new RP, it continued. Nobody liked it. Nobody LIKES it. And yet you persist. The refrences, the cannon breaking, the overpowering. I've stood by your side when no one else would, and stuck my neck out, insisting that you could change. And you know what? I actually believed it. I thought, since you took two weeks off from the RP, that you had really thought about what we had said, and decided to change. But now, you've slipped back into the old cycle once more. We're sick of it. We've BEEN sick of it. That was your last chance. Plenty of people wanted you gone for a while, but now, you've broken even my faith that you can change. That was your last chance. You're out. And I dont say this as the "supreme overlord of the RP that has the final say in things". I say this as one of the last people who belived that you could change. You're out. Now get out.)

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    • (Finally.)

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    • (I honestly have no idea about what to say. I feel a bit bad for you Sauron......)

      Zakrak, Bone Zealot, stood on the surface of Ceres and observed the battle between the ancient Golden Age freighter and the Blades Ketch. As it went on, he decided on his next course of action.

      "Order the armada forward! We strike now, when the mock-servant of the dark and the lightwielders fight and weakens each other!"

      Suddenly, in the middle of the larger remnants of Ceres, a gigantic portal opened. Through the portal came five huge Hive capital ships into reality, with numerous Coffins embarking from their hangars. Quicker than expected, the five ships formed a half-circle around the Ketch and the freighter, while the Coffins streamed out from them, circling around the two other vessels.

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    • (I seriously am considering leaving, though)

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    • Just as Scythe was about to leave the bridge, the sensor station on the Ketch began to chime with new radar contacts. "Oh hell no." Scythe muttered as he looked at the screen. "We're surrounded. Hive fighters, Tombships, at least 4 capital ships! Helm, try to keep that freighter between us and the Hive ships!" He switched channels on his comms. "Arxus, Avgust, Jackie, whatever you're doing, get rid of those Cultists. We're about to have bigger problems!"

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    • (Here's my two cents on this.

      You blew this shit WAY out of proportion. Yes, Sauron does OP shit. Not that none is needed, but we're not writing for the sake of balance! Not saying Sauron did no wrong- he messed up on several occasions. But what he did here? There's not much of an issue at all- one damn post! EASILY retconned and removed. In summary, Sauron, you fucked up. Zero, Warboss and ReD, you overreacted.

      Solution? A huge ass jerry can is on the Frame's back. The bot mows down some cultists, then a lucky grenade incinerates the Frame. End of flame. Now, back to the RP.)

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    • (Overreacted? I have put up with his shit for months. Months! You think I overreact, because your own posts are not much better than Sauron's.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:

      You blew this shit WAY out of proportion. 

      (He's the one that responded by claiming we were flaming him.  We're the ones overreacting, eh?)

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    • (ReD, I haven't done anything CLOSE to Sauron's shit.

      Sean, not once did I mention you in my post- mostly because I agree with your point.)

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    • (Yeah, but mentioned everyone else.  They're hardly overreacting.)

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    • (You agree with his point? That also means you agree with our point.)

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    • (I do agree with your point! But this has dragged on an unnecissarily long time! This shit DOESN'T NEED TO HAPPEN. That's MY point.)

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    • (But it does.  If nothing is changed, nothing will be fixed.)

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    • (I didn't say nothing needs to change! I understand and agree with all of you, but it's utterly USELESS to DRAG THIS SHIT OVER 18 HOURS! That's longer than it took me to reach level 24 in vanilla Destiny! The longer this drags on the less useful it is in fixing the problem! Game patches may take up to 4 hours to install, but shit gets done and we move the fuck on. No, compare it to this. Imagine four 2 hour patches that drop on your favorite game seperately! That is this situation. From now on, we cut the bullshit. Nip it in the bud as soon as a single spark appears.)

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    • (Exactly. Cut the crap already. Sauron needs to leave, and then we're done.)

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    • (Listen, ReD.

      Sauron has majorly fucked up in the past. But I am willing to let him retcon the robot and stop fucking up. But I'm sick of taking sides. This is the final chance for him, in my eyes. One more fuck-up that escalates to this scale, and I put down the shields between both of you. If flames continue to burn this bright, long, and often, I myself may leave.)

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    • (Accolyte, please go fuck yourself. This was the last chance already. If you disagreed with that, you should have said so when it was stated.)

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    • (ReD, let me summarize my viewpoint for you, since you are clearly too dense to avoid insulting someone who is attempting to explain their ideas. I AGREE that Sauron majorly fucked up. I DISAGREE that any one person should be removed from something outright due to ONE post. I'm aware that Sauron has fucked up in the past. But I have no clue why we suggest removing him COMPLETELY over ONE very easily removable, retconnable, oh-so-filler post! It's ridiculous!)

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    • (And if nobody can understand why this entire situation is absolutely stupid, I'm fucking out of here.)

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    • (Guys, please. Stop it. We don't need another flame war. All I ask from you is that we move on and finish the RP before anyone accuses anyone about anything. Ok? Until the RP is finished, Sauron stays. Once we are done, you can flame and hate at each other as much as you want. Does that sound ok to you? And Accolyte, I agree with you.)

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    • (One? OneOne?! Do you even know what "last chance" means, you braindead cow? Ever since he showed up, Sauron has fucked up. Non-stop. Even after the others started complaining. Even now, after we gave him his last chance. He didn't fuck up in the past. He never stopped fucking up.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8
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    • (Good, Accolyte. Please do fuck off. I've had it with your shit. Come to think of it, I just discovered why you're called Death's Accolyte. You're the acolyte of the death of this RP, Death itself being Sauron.)

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    • (ONE FUCKING POST RELATED TO THE MOTHERFUCKING ENTIRE ARGUMENT THAT YOU AND I ARE ENGAGED IN!!! I SAID MULTIPLE TIMES IN ALMOST EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY EARLIER POSTS THAT I AM WELL FUCKING AWARE THAT SAURON HAS FUCKED THE MOTHERFUCK UP!!! THIS OPINION THAT I CONVEY IS BASED ON ONE GODDAMN POST! I KNOW SAURON FUCKS UP! EVERYONE FUCKS UP!!! I SAY THAT ONE SHOULD BE REMOVED ONLY IF THEIR FUCK UP IS CONTINUED AND SUSTAINED! HAS THE FRAME EVEN BEEN MENTIONED IN ANOTHER IN CHARACTER POST?)

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    • (And why don't you Google the definition of acolyte? MY NAME IS FUCKING IRRELEVANT IN THIS SITUATION! Just like you to bring it up.)

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    • (Why no of course it hasn't, you dumb shit. No one has actually posted anything meaningful yet. And hey, guess what? The fuck up IS continuous and sustained! It has been forever! The fuck up kept being continuous and sustained after it was his last chance! THAT is when you remove him!)

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    • acolyte

       (ˈækəˌlaɪt) n1. follower or attendant2. (Ecclesiastical Terms) Christianity an officer who attends or assists a priest

      (You are the follower of the downfall of this RP.)

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    • (What, exactly, was said fuck up? He created action padding in this situation? Post- Neverframe I COULDN'T find anything wrong with his posts! It's a motherfucking hallucination? Tell me what he did, ReD.)

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    • (Oy vey, you two with your "motherfucking" this and "dumb shit" that.  More than half of those adjectives aren't even necessary.  Where has civility gone?)

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    • (Civility went down the drain when ReD told me to go fuck myself.)

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    • (Hey, that might be an honest suggestion :P

      In all seriousness, don't stoop down to his level.  It makes you look bad.)

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    • (You want to know what was wrong with it? The fact that it was a fucking hallucination.)

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    • (Baryos' entire backstory begins with a hallucination. They're a valid form of storytelling, like flashbacks, but somewhat less cheesy in a story sense.)

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    • (*sigh* Next thread: The Bone Wraith: Hateposts, raging and shitstorms.

      I'm beginning to get quite tired of all the hate on these threads. I'm tired of it. Really tired of it. I can honestly not explain how it feels for me who have thought this RP plot out, only to see it ruined by all the hate and ridiculous posting.

      Seriously, drop it. Do not continue this any further. I mean it.)

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    • (You know what, I'm done arguing. 3 hours I'll never, ever get back, thanks to this discussion. ReD, I apologize for calling you dense, and for not noticing that I provoked this argument. But I don't think it's up to me whether Sauron stays or leaves. Those decisions lie with Inquisitor, Vessel, and Sauron himself. So, I'm done. I just want to have fun on this thread again.)

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    • (The decision fell out of Sauron's hands when he kept fucking up. And you're forgetting someone here: Vessel still has the highest power.)

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    • (The Vessel bit was my mistake. But should they allow Sauron to stay, it's up to him whether he does.)

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    • (Both of you are correct: Vessel of War has the final say in Sauron's fate. Decide, oh GM.)

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    • (Alright. Lemme just go clear here, although this was supposed to be a surprise.)

      (There cannot be a "new Sauron", because he, as a character, is the worst part of my actual personality. He needs to die, and stay dead. Details are with Inquisitor, but due to the failure of my setup posts, some are no longer accurate. Any recommendations on how? Painfully, slowly? or what?)

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    • (I know what everybody's favorite color is going to say :P)

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    • (Do you, now? How about having him sit right where he's sittting now for the rest of his days, mumbling in himself until we blow up Ceres or something.)

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    • (He can't do that. I hate him just as much as you. To be honest, I made these posts we've been screaming about because I felt that to do anything else, to try being sane, would be more fraudulent than trying something new. I felt like destroying Sauron would be impossible. It's kind of like Misery, the Stephen King book. You take what you hate about yourself and you put it into writing, but when you try something new, you know that part of you,, the part you though was written out and dead, has to be destroyed for good. In a way, Sauron is a literary voodoo doll: everything bad about my life, all my issues outside this RP, go into him. So now, he needs to die; messiily, dramatically, spectacularily. And once he's dead, that new era Zero waxed valiant about can get started.

      I want to thank you guys for this.

      It's a sort of therapy, I suppose. I take what I know people would only coddle me about, the stuff that people say "isn't true", the anger and the hate and the bigotry and the lies and the rude mean thoughts and the near-insanity of my existence, and I mold it into something people can recognize as evil, something they can lash out against and feel it give beneath them as it withers and it dies. Your flame comments, in every instance, have been the catylst in destroying every bad part of myself, someone none of you will ever meet.

      And that's why I never left. Because I needed to destroy what I had created, what I had unleashed on all of you, without cause and without meaning. And you gave me the tools. I found the pieces of the bad things, I put them together, and I gave them to you for you to destroy, because I couldn't do it myself.)

      (Sauron needs to die, and I can't do it alone.)

      (Are you willing to help me?)

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    • (Once again, great sob story, mate. It's still not going to get you any sympathy from me.)

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    • (I wasn't expecting it, ReD. You aren't that kind of person.)

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    • (What, you mean the kind of person who would actually fall for your sad stories of using this RP as a means of not being insane?)

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    • (So, Saron's going to die and then you're going to leave: Is that it?)

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    • (I'm not saying that at all, ReD. So, in short:

      (You are, in nearly every post that you make out of character, combative, and in some, downright ugly. This is not a bad thing. Everyone is ugly sometimes. Heck, I'm hardly, if ever, not horribly angered by the flaming I continually recieve, and I in no way see myself as an innocent victim. I've dug this hole, and I need to pull myself out of it.)

      (And I never said it kept me from being insane. I used it as a way to channel my frustrations. Perhaps you should do the same.)

      (Now, can we get back to ripping my guts out?)

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    • (I am aggressive in nearly all of my posts because there is always something to be aggressive about. Also, it's too late to pull you out of your hole. You actually already buried yourself.)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      (So, Saron's going to die and then you're going to leave: Is that it?)

      (Well, Is it?)

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    • (It is.)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      (So, Saron's going to die and then you're going to leave: Is that it?)

      (Honestly, I think so. Stuff's been coalescing or a while, and I think my time here may be up, permanently. If I drop in from time to time, it'll be different and pointless enough that nobody will notice. Zero, before I go, I want to thank you for being one of the best people here, and staying above all this, and most importantly, giving me the second chance. I won't need it anymore.)

      (Back to the roots, I suppose.)

      Sauron sat on Ceres and thought. 

      It wasn't any good to fight it anymore. They all hated him. He finished writing on his datapad, set in on the chair he'd sat on, drew his knife and pistol, chambered a round, and walked towards the Hive fortress. 

      The first Knight saw him, then called his fellows. They drew their swords. Sauron raised his Ward.

      The first Knight to charge in died from a shot to the face. The second was the same. Then the thralls came up from the pits, screaming. They clawed at him, and their blood was green on his armor. 

      He looked down and his leg was pierced. It wouldn't move, so he knelt down and kept it up. He didn't need it anymore.

      The next Knight took Sauron's knife, buried in its throat. So Sauron used his fists. 

      A Boomer slug took him in the shoulder, so he switched hands. 

      After all, it didn't matter anymore. The ghosts of his dead fought around him, phantom soldiers and phantom foes. 

      The last Knight to come before him was red, and it's armor shimmered in the light like frozen blood. 

      This was the day of Earth's equinox, and the last one Sauron would see. 

      The Red Knight's blade took Sauron in the heart, and Sauron's last bullet took the Red Knight in the head. 

      Somehow, the Exo limped back to his camp, clutching at his chest. He activated the datapad as his good leg sank beneath him.

      The datapad blinked a simple message.

      "Take my body back to the City. It's been an honor."

      And then he laid down his weapons, and he died.

      (It's cheesy, but I don't care. Make of it what you will.) (Thanks for the memories folks. Never give up, never surrender.)  

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    • ( What the fuck happened? )

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    • (Sauron is dead, and Sauron is gone. The dark lord is no more.)

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    • ( Couldn't we have just... come to that conclusion peacefully? I don't even know what's going on in the RP anymore because there's so much hate. )

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    • (It took him long enough to leave, thank goodness he is gone for good now. After seeing him pull such bullcrap repeatedly, he is undoubtedly incapable of changing or learning from his mistakes. May the internet gods shine their grace upon this thread now that he is no more, and let us hope that another like him will not arise again.)

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    • (Hey, yo!  He can still see you, don't be rude.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (And if nobody can understand why this entire situation is absolutely stupid, I'm fucking out of here.)


      (Yeah... While I don't know if I'll be leaving this thread, I definitely won't be doing any new ones with some of you guys)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Oy vey, you two with your "motherfucking" this and "dumb shit" that.  More than half of those adjectives aren't even necessary.  Where has civility gone?)

      (I don't think there was much here to begin with)

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    • Sauron190 wrote:
      NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      (So, Saron's going to die and then you're going to leave: Is that it?)
      (Honestly, I think so. Stuff's been coalescing or a while, and I think my time here may be up, permanently. If I drop in from time to time, it'll be different and pointless enough that nobody will notice. Zero, before I go, I want to thank you for being one of the best people here, and staying above all this, and most importantly, giving me the second chance. I won't need it anymore.)

      (Back to the roots, I suppose.)

      Sauron sat on Ceres and thought. 

      It wasn't any good to fight it anymore. They all hated him. He finished writing on his datapad, set in on the chair he'd sat on, drew his knife and pistol, chambered a round, and walked towards the Hive fortress. 

      The first Knight saw him, then called his fellows. They drew their swords. Sauron raised his Ward.

      The first Knight to charge in died from a shot to the face. The second was the same. Then the thralls came up from the pits, screaming. They clawed at him, and their blood was green on his armor. 

      He looked down and his leg was pierced. It wouldn't move, so he knelt down and kept it up. He didn't need it anymore.

      The next Knight took Sauron's knife, buried in its throat. So Sauron used his fists. 

      A Boomer slug took him in the shoulder, so he switched hands. 

      After all, it didn't matter anymore. The ghosts of his dead fought around him, phantom soldiers and phantom foes. 

      The last Knight to come before him was red, and it's armor shimmered in the light like frozen blood. 

      This was the day of Earth's equinox, and the last one Sauron would see. 

      The Red Knight's blade took Sauron in the heart, and Sauron's last bullet took the Red Knight in the head. 

      Somehow, the Exo limped back to his camp, clutching at his chest. He activated the datapad as his good leg sank beneath him.

      The datapad blinked a simple message.

      "Take my body back to the City. It's been an honor."

      And then he laid down his weapons, and he died.

      (It's cheesy, but I don't care. Make of it what you will.) (Thanks for the memories folks. Never give up, never surrender.)  

      (Holy shit.

      THIS IS WHY I CAN'T LEAVE YOU PEOPLE ALONE AROUND HERE!

      But nice work with that Galaxy Quest reference. I'll miss you)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:
      Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (And if nobody can understand why this entire situation is absolutely stupid, I'm fucking out of here.)

      (Yeah... While I don't know if I'll be leaving this thread, I won't be doing any new ones with you guys)

      (I'm really embarrased now. To ReD and everyone else, I'm honestly really sorry. I'm not leaving any time soon, hopefully.)

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    • ( Somehow I feel like he'll be back. )

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    • (I'm seriously tempted to have Scythe revert back to his old (normal) dickish ways and take the Ketch back to Earth)

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    • (Zippo, pls no)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Zippo, pls no)
      • Scythe flips a coin* "You're lucky. Tails and I would have left"
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    • (Accolyte check my wall.)

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    • As the cultists entered the engine room, they stared in amazement at the vast array of machinery at work. Energy conduits and pistons were at work mindlessly conducting their tasks as the squad moved through the sector.

      "Place the secondary charges on these power generators." Flint ordered as he pointed towards row upon row of secondary power generators. As his soldiers began to work on the other task, Flint proceeded to walk towards the main reactor where he would conduct the main mission at hand.

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    • (Before you get too deep into the engine room, I should probably warn you that the engineers/technicians/mechanics are fanatically devoted to their engines)

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    • The Cultists thought the engineering spaces were empty, but they were wrong. Shanks hid in crevices and reported their every move to the bridge. Rakik was furious at the intrusion, but Scythe would not allow weapons fire around the reactors.

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    • The armada was in position. The Lightwielders and the mock-servant could not escape. Zakrak sent one simple word to the pilots of the Mausoleums.

      "Fire!"

      And then, all hell broke loose. A huge wave of Void energy was fired from each of the five ships. Some Coffins were caught in the blast and were disintergrated immediately. The majority of the pulse hit the ancient freighter, ripping the hull apart, destroying most of the crudely strapped-on engines and the few guns operational on it. The rest hit the Ketch, but thanks to the freighter being in the way of the blast and the potent shields, it was not hurt nearly as much. However, it stood soon clear to the Blade engineers that the Void blast had taken out most of the electrical systems. Soon, the waves dispelled,and it was completely still, the wounded wreck of the Golden Age freighter hanging dead in orbit around Ceres, drifting aimlessly.

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    • As the cultists aboard the freighter started to recover from the sudden attack, and while Blade engineers desperately tried to repair the electricity circuits with the lights out, burning green rifts started to appear on both vessels. From them, Thrall and Acolytes poured out in droves, with the occassional Wizard and Knight leading them here and there.

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    • Just as the situation with the Cultists started to stabilize, the Ketch was rocked by a series of Void blasts. "Damage report!" Scythe called to his crew.

      "Engineering reports boarders in the reactor room. No hull breaches, but propulsion and power have been lost--Hive on Deck--" the signal went dead, as the systems on the bridge winked out one by one.

      "Great, just great." Scythe muttered as he readied his Shock Swords. "Luke, we're gonna have company!"

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    • Orkrim opened the door to the engine room. A couple of cultists in pressurised suits turned around and shouted in surprise. Orkrim opened fire on them with the Vex Mythoclast. One of them fell over, a glowing hole burning in his chest. The other dove for cover, but was hit in the leg nonetheless. He shouted in pain and stopped moving.

      Meanwhile, the one who appeared to be the leader of the group decided that he couldn't survive a firefight, and started running for another door. However, a Mythoclast shot in his thigh stopped him dead in his tracks.

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    • (Guys, here is a clean, nice, pure gameplay video from the Shield Brothers strike: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPOoTaWXoq0 None of that annyoing commentary. Just pure gameplay.)

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    • (Thank you, Inq. Things I love about that Strike: Ghost and Cayde having more personality ("Oh. Bombs. It's covered in bombs.") ("Give us the Primus, or we blow up the ship!"), Cayde providing a voiceover throughout, two bosses instead of one, the more interesting bosses, the way Thu'urn picked up Mau'aul's boosters and the Nightstalker's "Wreathed in Smoke" smoke grenade ability.)

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    • ("I didn't think they would leave the core intact, I- Oh, bombs. It's covered in bombs." That got to be Ghost's new best line. Even better than "That Wizard came from the moon!")

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    • (Well, "That Wizard came from the moon" was just sloppy, whereas "Oh, bombs. It's covered in bombs" reflected a more human element to Ghost via its change of pace.)

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    • "Rakik, as soon as Engineering is clear, I need your crews to get power back on-line. Sheilds and weapons first."

      "Right away, Guardian-Kell!"

      Scythe knew that the Captain would much rather be personally wreaking his revenge on the interlopers for damaging his precious engines, but this was a job for Light. "Ghost, you ready?"

      < Let's do this. >

      With that, the Bladedancer stepped out into the hallway. Immediately, he came face-to-face with a Knight. The monster barely had time to comprehend its target before Scythe hacked its arms and legs off with his Shock Swords.

      < Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left! > Scythe's Ghost said as they dissapeared down the corridor.

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    • (That's a reference, isn't it?)

      Baryos continued down the hallway, moving toward an airlock. He looked to his side.

      "Lia, see what you can do here."

      <Rodger rodger,> she said.

      <The Ketch's contro' center locked it down manually. I can't breach it.>

      "Ok. I'm gonna ask Jackie to open it."

      His comms activated, and he spoke into the mic.

      "Jacqueline, can you hear me? I need you to open the blast doors in sector 7-A. I have to get onto that ship."

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    • "I'll handle that." Scythe growled over the comms. "Jackie, Decks 3, 4, and 5 are crawling with space zombies. Stay where you are until we clear them. I won't risk losing you again."

      "Yes, dear." Her dissapointment was obvious.

      < You do know you'll be sleeping on the couch for a week, right? > Scythe's Ghost chirped.

      Scythe entered his quarters, punching in a series of digits on a keypad independent of the main power supply. He entered a hidden turbolift, which quickly deposited him a short ways from Engineering.

      There was just one problem. At least a dozen Thrall, two Knights, and a Wizard were attempting to breach the doors. "Stop blowing holes in my ship!" Scythe roared as he blasted the Wizard out of the air with his Scorch Cannon.

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    • While the rocket was mid-flight, Scythe suddenly remembered tha Baryos was locked out of the Hangar. "Oh right, the doors! Ghost, let Baryos in."

      < Sure thing. Why is the passcode 1-2-3-4-5? >

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote: "Rakik, as soon as Engineering is clear, I need your crews to get power back on-line. Sheilds and weapons first."

      "Right away, Guardian-Kell!"

      Scythe knew that the Captain would much rather be personally wreaking his revenge on the interlopers for damaging his precious engines, but this was a job for Light. "Ghost, you ready?"

      < Let's do this. >

      With that, the Bladedancer stepped out into the hallway. Immediately, he came face-to-face with a Knight. The monster barely had time to comprehend its target before Scythe hacked its arms and legs off with his Shock Swords.

      < Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left! > Scythe's Ghost said as they dissapeared down the corridor.

      (Oh, I see! Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back and take what's coming for you! I'll bite your legs off!)

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    • Flint began to arm the device as he finished plugging it in to the nearby terminal, he made sure to set the biometric lock on and then finished coding the multiple security walls that would need to be broken if the Fallen ever hoped to use their ketch. Suddenly, from behind the sniper five shanks appeared from a hatch in the wall, hovering slowly towards him as they opened fire with their shock weapons.

      Flint drew out his hand cannon side arm, he fired five rounds from the magazine and managed to stop two of the shanks before being stuck in the shoulder by a stray arc round. He muttered a curse under his breath as he continued to narrowly dodge the plasma bolts. After firing three more shots the way was clear of the shanks and it was time to check on the rest of his team.

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    • Scythe holstered his Scorch Cannon and charged out of the elevator. Drawing Super Good Advice, he mowed down the Thrall that were clawing at the door. The Wizard thrashed around, still on fire. Then the Knights flanked him.