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As Destinies Split

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As Destinies Split

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:58 pm

It was a terrific battle. Forces previously unknown to the inhabitants of Terra drawing unimaginable power did battle on the planet, an act that left the world and indeed the universe around it scarred. Disruptions in gravity, manipulations of the physical realm, distortions in time; these all contributed to the terrible event that occurred.

When the alchemy of the one known as Donny came into play, designed to obliterate Terra and, in an instant, reform it as a pure being, reality could endure no more. In the instant the boy cast the magnificent work, existence itself split. From that instant on, people, seemingly selected at random, experienced two very different acts.

For one group, Donny's alchemy ended it all right there. The combatants all disappeared. The refugees that had managed to get aboard the ships of the Trantor empire or elsewise found means of evacuating the planet, they too disappeared. Even the raging atmosphere of the night seemed to disappear. It would be as though none of these ever existed; they would leave no sign of their existence.

For the other group, things did not end. Terra was reformed as its spirit had guided Donny to. Those that sought escape found it. Their world would forever be changed, nothing akin to what they had once known.

OOC: Essentially, this draft is the solution to the vast problem that has been discovered. Many of the chat regulars wish the latter event to occur, and take a ten-year time lapse, to progress the story and allow for new possibilities. Others, however, have vested interests in the current RP, and do not wish it to change. The solution is such that both parties get their way, for the most part. The only difference is that for those that wish to continue the RP like normal, some characters will no longer be there.

The "random" selection mentioned above is the player's choice for each character. If you wish some of your characters to have experienced the event and lapsed ten years, it is welcome. If not, you are welcome to keep playing Terra as it is.
STAVE: Commala-come-ki,
There's a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.

RESPONSE: Commala-come-ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.

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Re: As Destinies Split

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Faithy on Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:32 pm

OOC: Why ten years? Why not like three or something. There are people that wish to continue with the RP, but do not wish for their characters to age that much. :/ Oops, forgot to put OOC in front of it. My bad.
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The worst part is... I would still die... for you.

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Re: As Destinies Split

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:57 pm

OOC: Then you have the option of NOT joining the new RP. Additionally, Ryand has pointed out the convenience of the Einstein's Twin Theory. Essentially, if people don't want to age, have their characters go to Faster Than Light travel for a few weeks, and it'll have them age only that much over the ten year span.

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Re: As Destinies Split

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:45 pm

Now in deep space, the Excelion was focused on its journey, heading first to the Vixi System. Its drives were pushing it through the Either, and it finally jumped into the Star System, the flash of the large battleship returning into realspace. “Admiral, All systems are Ok, and we have made it. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic vessel to meet up with the local planetary authorities.” “All right, send the diplomat ship, down to the surface. Trantor has little intel assets on this world, besides the fact that they are a bunch of hippies!”

Several laughs would be heard, as the Trantor vessel was silently launched towards the city of Salus. Suddenly, a strange military vessel took off from the moon, and several warning noises were heard over the Ships Proximity detector. It had appeared s some sort of military battlefortress. The Diplomatic Vessel was seized by a sort of energy, and the crew was not pleased, to say the least.

“Commander! We are being pulled… in… by a Tractor Beam…. Help US!” The ships com was jammed, as several volleys of nuclear-tipped missiles were launched from the moon, laser cannons were primed at the interstellar refugee transport, and heavy cruisers started to swarm from the dark side of the small satellite. Inside the transport, the situation seemed grim. The Admiral nodded, and said “Ander, William, you must go, and rescue the transport. I will show them the power of the Excelion! All lasers, missiles to bear. We must leave this planet, its too hostile for our tastes!” The Battle of the Refugee’s Absolute Defense had begun.

The Excelion was no regular tramp freighter, or a hastily built collection of ships, as most refugee ships were. This was a fully armored, 70 kilometer battleship, and its weapon collection was fierce. Its shape was more of an arrowhead, with the rear delta wing breaking off into winglets which had a sort of X shape. The Forward tip had smaller winglets breaking off of it, these nonchalant things a focusing point for its Faster Than Light drives. It did a portside turn, and a slight barrel roll, aligning its weapons to fire a direct salvo at the cruisers. The ships all broke off their formations, but the blasts from the 50 kilometers of lasers had enough power to vaporize the two hundred and fifty meter ships, the excess power then colliding with, and crashing into the moon’s shield system.

As this was happing, the two Buster Machine pilots nodded, as Ander focused on starting up the Combination Drive. Quietly, a theme song would play, as the two pilots focused on preparing to battle the frigate, which had captured the diplomats. As the “Gunbuster” class Mecha was formed, William Shouted “Ander, the Frigate’s trying to make the jump to Hyperspace!” Sure enough, the spacecraft was forming a wave pattern, and attempting to make the jump to Faster Than Light speeds.

The Gunbuster would have none of that, and As Ander focused, her control system following the movements of her boy, the Gunbuster drove towards the ship, the Pilot then shouting.. “Super… Izuma… Kick!” As the attack was shouted, the Gunbuster then kicked towards the Frigate, the kick impacting with the long stern section of the shuttle. It split in two, and the Diplomatic Ship, a sleek silver shuttle quickly used its own drives to speed towards the Excelion.

“Nice, That was easy..” Ander remarked, as the Planet then fired a blast of energy at the Excelion, the energy breaking through the Battleship’s light screen, ripping one of its FTL sensors, and causing several decks to suffer damages to the outer hull. “Admiral, we are not able to take that kind of firepower for long! We must Retreat!” The Officer sighed, as he ordered the retreat to Hyperspace “Make it so” he said, and as the Excelion left, The Gunbuster-De connected, and made the jump to Hyperspace.

In deep space, the Excelion, and a new ship, the

when suddenly, in the bridge, a loud Klaxxon went off. “Commander William!” one technician shouted “Our Hyperdrive has malfunctioned, and our WARP drive re-activated!” The older man looked at the Technician “And what’s wrong with that!”

The Technican responded “We will spend years in flight, around 10 to be exact, but we could move the people to the but they must choose.” The Admaral nodded “I’ll make the announcement” He stood to the general PA, and said. “Attention, This ship is currently suffering form a FTL malfunction. However, the will make it out. If you want to stick it out, stay with us, otherwise, you can escape. It is your choice.” The old man then looked, as the two ships docket together, waiting for their passangers.

OOC: This is the Einstein&#39;s Twin Option. Get off and age, stay on, and not age

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Re: As Destinies Split

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:33 pm

Battered Origins

The irradiated clouds swept the torn landscape as the dying sun within orbit attempted to break their shield with its final breath. Sweeping across the grey darkness with an unseen touch, the radiated winds shuffled the oncoming acid that would soon bathe the destruction of a former home, and burial place of heroes. Scouring across the shredded pavement with the crackle and hiss of a liquid fire, it would eat away the agony until its hunger could find finality.

A weakened hand reached forth through one of the unveiled fault lines, fingers searching with their minuscule lines to find salvation against the down tug of gravity. His groan was soft, yet unmistakable within the wreckage, and fell upon the ears of no one who would dare help. Yet he struggled to lift his battered form from the twist of sediment and stone, breaking what would not give with what he assumed to be a nudge of the arm til he came free from the earthen bonds that held him.

His breaths were labored, heaving his chest into a pitch as the coat that laid atop his shoulder swayed with each movement. The task, unbelievable, yet the accomplishment was far more. His quest was over, his darkness removed. After all this time, the veil had finally been lifted from his eyes and his vision had been returned, for a moment, he could finally rest.

So he sat, casting his back to the poisoned skies that passed above him. Casting his scarred back to the gangrenous sun that ominously portrayed its shadow above him. Turned his back on all of it, as the first few drops of rain began to fall and cast up a singe against the imprint of ink that time could not remove.

For those two simple symbols bore the title of peace, strength, and in the coming days, Home.

For All Eyes to See

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the day has finally arrived!", the speaker's voice was prominent as it boomed from the loudspeakers to pour across the numerous crowd before them. The crisp stem of sunlight illuminated the amber tint of mid-autumn touch against the surrounding leave from the oaks that towered amongst them. Yet amongst the trees of the park, people had gathered together, along with every news station in the city, to broadcast the entire event to all the Multiverse that would receive.

"Our struggle has been one of toil and strife, yet it was never in vain! Destruction could bear no continuous hold upon us, for here we stand, once again, united!" the sudden rise of cheers temporarily drowned out the few remaining vehicles that passed along the streets surrounding the newly finished venture. For though the sheer number of those attending, near the entire population of Phisari itself, a dedicated few still continued to manage the portions of the city that machines themselves couldn't solely monitor.

"So here, I present to you, Covenant Park!", the announcer stepped to the side as a massive statue lifted up from beneath the city level. Bronze taking to the sunlight with a firm grasp, it seemed for but a moment to be constructed entirely of gold. Wings circled, finely etched with an angelic nature, to conceal a small grouping of battered buildings, a few of Terra's biggest losses from the first downfall.

Standing before the statue came three people, each turning to shake the hand of the other, as the crowd broke into cheers once more. Though a few cries fell away in a strangle as the 7'3 tall titan in a cowboy hat. Yet he shirked them all, bearing the grand smile of bravado that such an occasion called for.

And with a casual motion, before the faces of thousands standing before him and millions more watching from home, his right hand lifted to snatch the edge of his cowboy hat and tug it down over a rather familiar face.
Oº°‘¨The Southern Wind¨‘°ºO

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