We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)
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Four just realized she was so tired that she could barely stand up. She walked past Kharag, letting out a massive yawn. "Sorry, but I can hardly keep my eyes open. G'night! Or morning, or whatever." She said to him. She went to her room, locked the door, then flopped down on the bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
@Random: That should be fine, Joe's had 3D people go through the portals before. It's just that the portals basically can't be used without his permission, which since you're God-modding Joe's brain, should be fine.
@Silver: You really need to consider getting a better keyboard then if it's getting that bad.
Anyway, I just realized I should have been in bed about 4 hours ago, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. Bye!
@Random: That should be fine, Joe's had 3D people go through the portals before. It's just that the portals basically can't be used without his permission, which since you're God-modding Joe's brain, should be fine.
@Silver: You really need to consider getting a better keyboard then if it's getting that bad.
Anyway, I just realized I should have been in bed about 4 hours ago, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. Bye!
OOC: Fair enough.
"Huh." Kharag grunted as Four passed him by.
One of Joe's portals opened in the airport tarmac and Joe's brain stepped out, with James following him. Joe's brain immediately went off to find Joe, while James lit a cigarette befor walking off towards the ship.
"Huh." Kharag grunted as Four passed him by.
One of Joe's portals opened in the airport tarmac and Joe's brain stepped out, with James following him. Joe's brain immediately went off to find Joe, while James lit a cigarette befor walking off towards the ship.
Daniel stared and the far wall of his cave. What could I do?
A small shuttle entered the solar system, as close as it could through the webway. Plasma drives flared silently and dimmly while the midnight hull of the sleek vessel made it impossible to see against the black backdrop of space.
A small shuttle entered the solar system, as close as it could through the webway. Plasma drives flared silently and dimmly while the midnight hull of the sleek vessel made it impossible to see against the black backdrop of space.
James nodded to Kharag as he passed, recognising him from the trip to Skyrim. Going up the gangway of the ship, he threw aside his cigarette butt and went inside.
The ship was a Void Runner, a long range scout vessel crewed by Rangers and piloted by a single Steersman. From deep concenttion and numerous holo-screens Tullaneth the Steersman observed his vessel. The ship reacted to his thought, turned at his will and he could feel the heart beat of the ships small infinity circuit greater than any of the Rangers with him. Five of those Rangers were Pathfinders, lost as an Exarch was but not on the path of war but the path of the outcast. They occupied various holds throughout the ship, tending their Long Rifles, sharpening blades. Through the sound resceptive crystals he could hear the song of one ranger, Finathren, several others listened to him in quiet contemplation while they listened to his verse and Tullaneth pushed his consiousness away from the rangers and to the outer hull instead. Rangers were dangerous. They did not know the discipline of the Path and there instincts and desires ruled them. They supped of a sweet fruit that may contain a venemous snake. Their freedom played havok with Tullaneth, hence why his distanced himself from them. He focused on flying the vessel, eyes darting from one crystal projected holo-screen to another. The deep blue robes he wore did not have sleeves as to leave movement of the arms free and a headband he wore was fixed with a glorious saphire which kept the his short black hair in the position he desired. The sun of the this solar system was a beauty to behold, both visually and physcically. Tullaneth allowed himself to fully immerse himself in the ebb and flow of the sun, devoted entirely to the warmth it provided.
During his distraction, his time away from the ship, scythed talons and rending claws knickered through the darkness, contained within grotesque Mycetic Spore, balls of biological goop that contained nightmarish creatures. Tyranid Warrior beasts, Hormagaunts with scythed talons and hoofed feet, Termagaunts with hunched forms and living weaponary, and 2 Tyranid Warriors for the lesser beasts could not operate out of the influence of the Hive Mind. With the warriors was a deadly creation, a biological nightmare, near perfect in its design. Curled up within the Mycetic Spore a Tyranid Prime waited for the impact.
During his distraction, his time away from the ship, scythed talons and rending claws knickered through the darkness, contained within grotesque Mycetic Spore, balls of biological goop that contained nightmarish creatures. Tyranid Warrior beasts, Hormagaunts with scythed talons and hoofed feet, Termagaunts with hunched forms and living weaponary, and 2 Tyranid Warriors for the lesser beasts could not operate out of the influence of the Hive Mind. With the warriors was a deadly creation, a biological nightmare, near perfect in its design. Curled up within the Mycetic Spore a Tyranid Prime waited for the impact.
OOC: Certainly is. Figures that this would happen on my day off. Its not so handy that your characters are in a coma, Ven's are in Rio or in space, and mine... I'm still not quite sure what to do with mine to be honest.
Wow. Big post.
Wow. Big post.
On earth a large creature awoke from its arrival. Predatory eyes that scanned the horizon while feeder tendris flaired around its maw. The Tyrandid Lictor, a far flung vangaurd organism. Huge scythed and barbed limbs extended from its chitinous shoulders, its clawed hands flexed and it turned its head to the side. First reaction of the Lictor was to absorb the brain matter of the prey species of the planet so the Hive Fleet could analyse the biological makeup and develop toxins to break down the planets organic matter.
The arrival of the Lictor speeds the Hive Fleets approach.
The arrival of the Lictor speeds the Hive Fleets approach.
After taking a look to make sure all his gear was in order, James took a look around the communal quarters, but no one showed any signs of waking up. Shrugging, he went back outside.
Kharag leaned against the side of the ship, bored out of his skull. There was nothing to distract him, not even any stray pebbles on the ground to transmute into another substance as practice.
OOC: Incidentally, people have probably already gathered this, but Kharag specialises in the Alteration school of magic, with some ability in Restoration. Wulfgar specialises in Conjuration and Illusion in equal measure.
Kharag leaned against the side of the ship, bored out of his skull. There was nothing to distract him, not even any stray pebbles on the ground to transmute into another substance as practice.
OOC: Incidentally, people have probably already gathered this, but Kharag specialises in the Alteration school of magic, with some ability in Restoration. Wulfgar specialises in Conjuration and Illusion in equal measure.
Katelliana silenced Finathren with a waved of her hand. The Pathfinder looked over the 7 Rangers in the room who stared back at what might become of them should they wander too far. She looked over each one, all young Eldar desperate to escape the rigidness of Craftworld life and the discipline of the Path. They all wore Ranger long cloaks, weaved with cameleoline that shifted and distorted, hiding the wearer among his surrounding. Katelliana's face was sturn, her violet eyes furrowed and her red hair fastened in a ponytail with a simple black band. The tattoo of a Lianderan tree upon her cheek moved as she spoke. "Tullaneth has left the ship. That is the signal. Ready yourselves." With no further word she turned and left the younger ranger who busied themselves arming their blades, pistols and prized Long Rifles. Katelliana knew the plan well. Eldrad had seen victory now it was just up to the pieces to play their part. She med with the other 4 Pathfinders, exchanged glances before heading to the dedicated positions throughout the ship to accompany the Rangers. Impact was immeninent.
OOC: I'm heading out for dinner. I might have this battle occur off screen, either way the ship will crash on earth. If you havn't guessed this was a ruse to draw Tyranid Prime to the small ship and kill it, which would slow the Hive Fleet as it would have to create a replacement. Prime's take much more matter and time to produce than simpe warrior-beasts such as Guants. This is what the overall thing will be like. Events can be achieved that will slow, redirect or even quicken the Hive Fleets approach. Eldrad's plan is to draw it to more heavily populated solar systems nearby and then force the Swarm to battle in arid wastelands to wear the numbers down. The group come into because ELdrad will have his hands full most of the time and leave tasks as mentioned earlier. Hunting a Genestealer cult should be particualrly enthralling and interesting.
OOC: I'm heading out for dinner. I might have this battle occur off screen, either way the ship will crash on earth. If you havn't guessed this was a ruse to draw Tyranid Prime to the small ship and kill it, which would slow the Hive Fleet as it would have to create a replacement. Prime's take much more matter and time to produce than simpe warrior-beasts such as Guants. This is what the overall thing will be like. Events can be achieved that will slow, redirect or even quicken the Hive Fleets approach. Eldrad's plan is to draw it to more heavily populated solar systems nearby and then force the Swarm to battle in arid wastelands to wear the numbers down. The group come into because ELdrad will have his hands full most of the time and leave tasks as mentioned earlier. Hunting a Genestealer cult should be particualrly enthralling and interesting.
OOC: Fuck it, slight retcon time.
As James rooted through his bergen in the communal quarters, he heard sounds from across the room and glanced up to see Medic standing over Dio.
"Up to no good again, Doc?" He asked, standing up.
As James rooted through his bergen in the communal quarters, he heard sounds from across the room and glanced up to see Medic standing over Dio.
"Up to no good again, Doc?" He asked, standing up.
James came over and stood beside the Medic, looking down at Dio.
"What happened to him?" He asked. "Or is it his heart again?"
"What happened to him?" He asked. "Or is it his heart again?"
Medic's healing didn't seem to do much. If someone looked inside the helmet, they would find a text saying:
Alert: user comatose. Brain damage may have occured due to low blood oxygen levels.
Alert: user has serious heart damage. Advising heart transplant.
Alert: user comatose. Brain damage may have occured due to low blood oxygen levels.
Alert: user has serious heart damage. Advising heart transplant.