New Terra: S-Colony

Kromire Leviden Ic test

Kilara Cervais yawned as she stepped into the bar, pushing the door open with one and as her other hand ran through her scraggly jet hair. Walking straight to the bar, she slumped onto a barstool, pushing her floor length cloak to the side so she wouldn't sit on it, then wrapped it around herself. Waving at the barkeep, she settled into her seat as she surveyed the room.

dead?

Hello to all

Grue watched as the neon-lit whip-soldier paraded away on the ladder. He thought it was cheesy and beautiful, but was saddened by his choice of words. Nerd? What a gyp. That's like a movie star callin' some theatre student 'fake'. Nevertheless, Grue moved in to pick up the record and observed the card. How mysterious. The guy has taste, though. He then spoke into the intercom he used to communicate with his team.

"Alright, guys. I wanna have all y'all lootin' this place dry. Anything that looks valuable. If it looks like it has sentimental value... Well, that's gotta be a must have."

His crew got to work, filling boxes and dumping them in the storage bay of the ship. They would sell well for some more primitive markets, and Grue knew how to exploit this. Sitting in the rumpus room while listening to Neon's record, Grue examined the business card. He had no idea where 'HQ' was. How was he to know where to go? He certainly hadn't gone to the S-Colony before, and knew very little about it. Nevertheless, as Captain he figured it would be best to at least try to honour Neon's card.

Setting course for the S-Colony, Grue's ship lifted off the ground and headed towards the new location. He made sure that his ship was receiving communications so if his ship was detected any messages would be automatically received.

The ship landed near Montes Taurus, a mountain on the moon. It was a wonder the spacecraft even survived the landing after the Colonel accidentally snapped off a piece of the landing gear upon firing retrograde thrusters to decelerate . Luckily, nothing else broke.

The Colonel stepped out of the spaceship and planted the stickistan flag inside a dome with a fan and turf for dramatic effect. He then takes out a sharpie and crosses out "Stickistan", writing "New Sketchpad" on it before he seals the dome and turns the fan inside on, which makes the flag flap. He also unloads 3 shipping containers and follows the instructions he wrote to turn them into a temporary shelter, complete with airlock and shag carpeting. "Awi, you can go live in the ship for now. It's bigger, and has a full-sized fridge."

After he set up a Thorium reactor, The Colonel set up the Stickgate. A stickgate, itself the size and bearing the likeness of a stargate of terran fiction, accesses a pocket dimension about 10 miles large in all directions. It is devoid of gravitic and electromagnetic interference, as well as any air to breath or scream in. It is very easy to access, but is impossible to detect unless you are aware of it's existence. A gate resides on Sketchpad, guarded by 1000s of THOT Patrol members, and has lied dormant for 10 years.

"Alright, Awi. We'll open the Stickgate when you're ready. Oh yeah, and wear this." He threw Awi an "Ambassador" sash to wear over her spacesuit.

First to land was the landing gear, then the ship. Inside the ship a certain woman wasnt buckled in, again, and found herself upside down, back against the bulkhead as the ship all but nosedived into the moon

Oddly even though she WAS expecting a kaboom it never happened

The door opened and they filed out. Of course Awinita fell out with the door and landed facedown in the moondirt. Standing up she dusted herself off. For a spirit she was resilent, and this place was useful too.

Stay in the shio ? that didnt make a lot of sense since Awinita was able to go anywhere whenever whereever

But the main thing was that she was now with the Stickstan folk, and they were nice, Of course Stickistan Airlines needed better pilots she didnt complain. When the sash was handed to her she smiled, spacesuit ? What spacesuit ?

A flick of the wrist and the sash was in its proper place, like a cloak of sorts, yet the image of Stickistan clearly seen.

She then nodded, all was set "You may open when ready" She then said

The Colonel opened the portal interface. There were five options: Capital, Downtown Capital, Bunker 1609, Mag Train Station 0, and the only option outside Old Stickistan: Ciudad De Liberdad, a city in the Socialist nation of La Coalición de la Igualdad. He selected "Bunker 1609", in case the Capital was nuked out.

After the portal was opened for a few hours, a convoy streamed through. The convoy consisted of Hovertanks and Flatbed trucks designed for the moon, which carried everything from prefabs to moonbuggies to spacesuits to even people, huddled in passenger containers. Then, the construction equipment streamed through, each one graced with the motto of the Engineer Corps: We'll build it in a day. Some of the construction trucks were carrying nukes.

At the head of the convoy was the President. "Welcome to Luna" said the Colonel. "Thanks Colonel. I see we have lots to do. And who might this be? She doesn't look like a stick." He glanced at Awi.

The white haired nicely tanned woman smiled sure there wasnt any air to speak of on Luna just yet, did stickmen need it ? She sure didnt! Even then she was quite pretty the way she was dressed, the abassador flag made a very nice cloak thanks to her magic and it looked good too. "I dont think i would look as beautiful as you and yours do if I were a stick" Fact of the matter was, she wasnt even human to begin with. Nor was she a THOT

"You need not worry though El Presidente of Stickistan! I feel somehow that I should help you and yours get settled here. That and I love Stickistan Airlines, a nice smooth flight" {Haha not really smooth, she slammed into both bulkheads fore and aft at landing and takeoff respectifely!}

She then smiled at the Presidentknown as Rhizo "What do you and your people need the most ? I can see to it that it is brought"

Lights and tech devices would start to flicker and act amok as if the power was about to shut of at any moment. A deathly chill would fall upon the colony as a dark shadow appeared over the moon it was once a large warship of some kind but now it looked like a mere derelict. The old warship ruin hovered over the colony silent and unmoving as if it had just drifted there. It stayed there unmoving as if it was waiting for something. Upon the ship a darkness woke...a hungry darkness...

The Colonel and The President were enjoying a spot of golf on a new course comprised entirely of astroturf and imported Mars rocks. The course was kept lunar-dust free via magnets or some crap, and an army of janitorial staff. Newly-built Stickistani atmospheric cruisers, protected from stray golf balls by nets, loomed in the distance. Occasionally, they lifted off and went to fight. There were also Corvettes, fighters, and the Pride of the fleet, the super-heavy battleship B-SUCC Monument. (B is the Battleship designation, and SUCC stands for Stickistani Universal Combat Command, the supreme imperial space navy. Though originally created to keep pirates and asteroid wranglers from becoming too prevalent, it has recently received a large funding boost, and have become a forced to be reckoned with, (Though not even close to being on par with Aaschen or the like)).

The president first noticed the looming Foreign Warship when a stray golf ball bounced off it's hull. "Colonel, is that one of ours?" "No, it's not, dumbass.", the Colonel responded. "Alert the SUCC, and go investigate, damnit."

At the Nearby SUCC airfield

The colonel boarded a personal aircraft, and took 20 of his best men to investigate the derelict warship. They're goal was to either contact whoever was in it and tell 'em to screw off, or to crashland it if it was empty so it could be turned into a city.

The Colonel and The President were enjoying a spot of golf on a new course comprised entirely of astroturf and imported Mars rocks. The course was kept lunar-dust free via magnets or some crap, and an army of janitorial staff. Newly-built Stickistani atmospheric cruisers, protected from stray golf balls by nets, loomed in the distance. Occasionally, they lifted off and went to fight. There were also Corvettes, fighters, and the Pride of the fleet, the super-heavy battleship B-SUCC Monument. (B is the Battleship designation, and SUCC stands for Stickistani Universal Combat Command, the supreme imperial space navy. Though originally created to keep pirates and asteroid wranglers from becoming too prevalent, it has recently received a large funding boost, and have become a forced to be reckoned with, (Though not even close to being on par with Aaschen or the like)).

The president first noticed the looming Foreign Warship when a stray golf ball bounced off it's hull. "Colonel, is that one of ours?" "No, it's not, dumbass.", the Colonel responded. "Alert the SUCC, and go investigate, damnit."

At the Nearby SUCC airfield

The colonel boarded a personal aircraft, and took 20 of his best men to investigate the derelict warship. They're goal was to either contact whoever was in it and tell 'em to screw off, or to crashland it if it was empty so it could be turned into a city.

Colonel opened his Nokia and dialed Awi's number. "Awi, we've got a situation. Meet me at the SUCC airfield in 5 minutes."

It was the moon, airless, and beautiful all at once. So there was a pretty thing.... looked like she belonged on the moon or blended too well with her surroundings as she sunbathed, until unwanted shade blocked the sunlight. No it wasnt Terra. But something else entirely

Seeing the dead in space drifting hulk of a ship the spirit.... thingamajiggerwhatitiswithwheels simply stared a brief moment thinking "Spaceship" before her pucket vibrated madly, upon answering she heard the Stickistan Airlines pilot on the other end. She didnt even have to reply either. She simply nodded, yeah, she'd meet him there.

Something didnt feel right about the strange dead in space drifting hulk of a ship. It felt.... very wrong.

The hanger or the ship was dark save for the flashing of lights that seemed to be trying and failing to come on in those brief moments the Colonel and his men could see clearly the name of the ship painted on the wall in bold letters HMS Moonbeam A ripped and faded Union Jack flag clung barely to a pole under the name.

The ship creaked and a sound like moaning could be heard deeper into the ship. The old ship making strange sounds? Perhaps something far worse?

And then another sound drowned out the moaning the sound of the ships systems coming to life. Red lights began to flash and a robotic female voice with a British accent spoke "Red Alert! Red Alert! Hull breach! Enemies in Hanger bay two! All hands battle stations!"

As the voice repeated sounds of something rushing down the hall came followed by a hail of gun and laser fire. The shots where aimed badly and would be lucky to hit anything but they gave cover for what came. Twisted and decaying bodies wearing combat armor colored black with the Union Jack on the right shoulder and a skull and cross bones on the left. On the chest plates where the words Royal Marines.

In this wave there was only ten zombie Royal Marines but more where coming... a lot more...

The Colonel's 14 troops stormed into the hall. 4 of them shouldered their rocket launchers, while the rest set up a machinegun nest. The Colonel wouldn't have any more of the stinky British space zombies. The SUCC is a clearly superior fighting force. The Colonel tossed aside his Ithaca, put on his power suit, and grabbed his belt-fed Shotgun. The belt-fed shotgun was fitted with Dragon's breath rounds, to burn any Xenos on board.

"That does not sound good" The Maiar thought as she withdrew a sword of eldritch energy, stick thin, if not thinner, and also withdrew a coil of energy in her other hand. Whip and sword, the perfect way to fight. If things got too bad, she could overmagic herself. Save the colony in doing so

But she didnt think that far ahead, no, she only planned for the there and then

If there was air in space, it would reek of lead. The abominations of nature assuming the forms of space marines were a stain upon our universe! There can be no peace if these abominations exist.

The filthy Xenos met their fate. Those who managed to survive machine gun fire and missile barrage met their end at the hands of The Colonel. When his 2,000 shotgun shells managed to run out, he pulled out his pistol and fell back to the defensive line 20 feet behind him.

Meanwhile, on S-Colony, citizens were ordered to stay inside or in bunkers, and the glass domes were reinforced. Many SUCC fighters were scrambled, and were on their way to their first sortie.

Awinita ascends towards New Terra: High Orbit.

Awinita arrives, coming from New Terra: S-Colony.

The Cultist (EtG) has arrived, coming from New Terra: High Orbit.

The Cultist (EtG) has left the area, heading north into New Terra: High Orbit.