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Mass Effect - Origins of the ReapersThe Citadel, constructed by the Keepers with the help of their Machines. Their civilization had reached its peak , though the Keepers themselves were not the toughest and strongest species alive. More species began developing spaceflight abilities, and soon they would discover the Mass Relays. The Mass Relays that they had developed to reach the edges of the galaxy. The Mass Relays built by the Machines that they had so perfectly engineered.
The threat of the native creatures, mainly the Thresher Maws , was gone now the Machines had nearly wiped them out. The Destroyers proved very effective in combat against ground-based targets. While they weren't as large or tough as the capital ships, they had enough firepower and size to fight a large capital ship, or in this case, a Thresher Maw. The Machines that were destroyed could be replaced with new ones, made from the genetic material of their dead. Their ancestors lived on as one, in the body of the Machine, helping the Keeper society eve
Nightmares on Gehenna - PrologueGehenna was, as always, it's usual calm self. The trees slowly moved in the wind and the animals were resting under the somewhat cooler trees. The waterfalls roared and the fish splashed. Nothing disturbed the natural peace on the planet.
But that was fifteen years ago.
Now the trees were chopped down, the wind carried the smell of blood with him, and the animals fled long ago for the endless fires and explosions destroyed their homes. The waterfalls were blocked by dams to produce energy for the factories and military encampments that were build on the once-beautiful plains. The fish were killed by the toxics that were dumped in the water, for humans did not care for the wellbeing of nature.
Humans care for numbers and money. Gehenna has a vast resource of uranium, hidden under the tropical forests. The UN had invested heavily in the exploration of earth-like worlds and has funded colonists. Gehenna was encountered and scans showed there was an incredible amount of uranium under the s
Something'Oké, ik ga nu je zwaartekrachtsveld testen, kapitein-luitenant.' Zei de technicus. Hij pakte het speciale testpistool van de tafel af. Deze schoot kleine en onschadelijke kogeltjes af, die het veld als echt beschouwde. De technicus schoot twee keer en was voldaan met het resultaat.
'Het veld werkt. Nu ga ik kijken of ze ook opladen zonder problemen.'
Hij pakte nog een apparaat van de tafel af, die leek op een pen. Hij drukte op een knopje en tikte de veldgenerator aan met het apparaatje. Het veld werd gedeactiveerd en het blauwe lichtje floepte uit. Na een paar seconden begon het lichtje weer te schijnen en werden de schilden weer geactiveerd.
'Goed. Je generators werken prima. Nu de wapentraining.' De technicus liep naar een kast en stond op het punt die te openen, toen de deur van het lab openging. Het was Admiraal Clark, een van hoogste militairen van de Aarde.
'Wapentraining is niet nodig, sergeant. Iemand die Gehenna heeft overleeft weet hoe je met wapens moet omgaan.' Hij k
STAR WARS: Knights of Coruscant - Chapter 1''Congratulations on retrieving the briefcase, Marcel.'' Said Vass to the informant. ''Did the Trandoshan bring trouble?''
''Nothing we couldn't handle.'' Said the Jedi. He was completely bald, his head gleaming in the bright sunlight. His lightsaber was safely dangling at his belt, where it belonged.
''Our experts have studied the briefcase, and the information was very valuable. It seems Czerka is more ambitious than I thought.'' Vass continued. He still looked remarkably young, though he already passed his sixties. He had a cybernetic hand, made out of beskar, a nearly-indestructible metal, mined from the Mandalorian moon Concordia. It had replaced the organic hand that was lost on Dxun during the Mandalorian Wars.
''What kind of information?'' Asked Marcel, the organization's hacker and informant. ''I've already broken in their main systems and I've only found stock and exchange numbers.''
''The numbers formed a code. It is an old one, it was used during the Mandal
STAR WARS: Knights of Coruscant - Prologue''Right.'' The man said, his face hidden under a dark cowl. He was dressed with simple clothing and a long robe, so that a part of it slid over the dirty ground. Here, in the underbelly of Coruscant, the streets were never clean. Rubbish was everywhere, from corpses to fridges. The man moved his hand near his belt, where he felt the metal reassurance that was his lightsaber. He and his informant entered a narrow alley, where a Kajain'sa'Nikto was actively searched a trash can for something eatable. He scowled when he saw the pair coming into his alley and growled to the two men, like a beast defending its territory. The robed man moved his hand.
''You will take these credits and find yourself a life.''
''I will take the credits and find myself a life.'' The man said, looking very confused and he left the alley.
The pair continued, until they reached a very dark corner, just left of the alley. A Trandoshan and a Rodian were already waiting for them. The Trandoshan hissed something in hi
Same face, different person - IIt was cold in the hearth of Russia. Snow continued to come and everything was frozen. No single person ventured himself outside with this type of weather. Well, at least a smart person didn't. Jake was cold, and his fingers were frozen, yet he didn't complain. He had been trained for this, he was possible this. For him the large obstacle parcours stood. Made to make a man of him. And he was only sixteen.
Jake wasn't just a normal boy. Not even a real human. Jake was a clone. One of the many children of the cloning facilities in Moscow. Made to fulfilling stipulated destiny, made by people. He wasn't allowed to believe in any type of religion or god. ''That will only distract you from the real world, and your goal.'' The instructors of the facility's school said.
Jake looked at the obstacle course, when he heard the sharp noise of the signal. He ran full ahead and jumped on the trampoline. '''One. Two. Three!'' The instructor shouted. ''Jump!'' J
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Never Trust a Cactus
This little tale I’m telling you could get drab really fast. The following days I didn’t have a whole lot to report. This ‘work’ that Cedric partook in made him have a similar schedule each day. He would make some kind of breakfast for us in the morning and then head off to work, remaining there much of the day. Speaking purely from an observational military standpoint, it wasn’t the best of choices he could have made. With so much time away from his base it could have easily been taken over by another Human, or an alien kitty.
After some time I had gotten him trained to remember to make me some food for lunch and dinner before he left instead of just breakfast. I suppose I could’ve figured it out myself but that wasn’t particularly interesting.
Every day had been nearly the same as the one before. Sit, eat, look around, observe the occasional life form outside of the household and bat at the toys Cedric had picked up at the l
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I'm Struggling for Names Here!
For the record me and Cedric did feast on delicious cookies in celebration that night. Oh the feast we did have. Actually I had done most of said cookie devouring. Cedric didn’t eat many of them—not that I particularly minded. He was too concerned about carbs catching up with him or something like that. I on the other paw was totally fearless of these ‘carbs.’
Back to important matters, morning had come around and Cedric had gone off to work much like he had the other days. Once again I was alone with nothing of interest to do and no one to bother. To top it all off I didn’t even have any cookies. That made things significantly less thrilling.
I resorted to watching the local Human TV again. It had this rather antique remote device that would let me sift through channels. It was wireless, but that was about all that could be said for it. Human technology seemed to be rather outdated in comparison to our own—not that it was a huge su
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Or This Home Could Work
I wasn’t so sure how to respond to that. I mean it had just locked me up, what I now assumed had been all night, leaving me to dread my fate. Now it had made it easy for me to escape and greeted me like we were buddies! I decided to welcome myself outside before taking any additional action. Better safe than sorry. At least this way if the Human decided to chase me I’d have a better chance of escape.
I gave the Human a most disapproving glare but it seemed oblivious.
Aha, so it was going to play dumb it seemed. I decided I’d ignore it, bet that would teach it. It finally seemed to pick up on what I was doing and frowned.
“What’s wrong, Kitty?”
“First off, my name is Smiley not Kitty—”
“Smiley? That’s a weird name. I’ve barely seen you smile the whole time.”
I grabbed the hood of my uniform and flung it back, leaned my head forwar
Qwuedeviv Crew 52:Smiley-Me! Because I'm Adorable!
From the short time I had been here it seemed Cedric did a lot of work and running. Perhaps he even ran for work. Yes, I said he. Turns out, unlike us Qwuedeviv, Humans use gender exclusive pronouns regardless to if they’re on active duty or not. Seemed like a pointless complication of life to me, but that was what they did. I wasn’t entirely up to date on every little detail of Human behavior you see.
I had had better days, but I had also had worse. At least I had a place that was confirmed to be my new home. That was always something to fall back on—less satisfying than invading, but better than death in my opinion.
I took the time while Cedric was gone to get better acquainted with my new home. It was mostly a lonely and boring day as I had pretty much already discovered all there was to see on the first day. Nothing had changed that much so after a brief walk I lounged on the sofa and took a few naps.
Every once in a while I’d poke my
OHFE: Eleven Little Doctors (pt.1)
This time it was the planet called Hanaight. It was a total mixture of water, plants and strictly rectangular stone constructions which looked like mixtures of bridges and pavement (with stairs there and here to make climbing onto the waterfalls possible), covered with moss there and here. It seemed that nothing scarier than predatory fishes and hippos can be present here (and no one was going to touch the water, let alone jumping into it). It wasn't so easy.
Samantha Judson, who was the first to step out of TARDIS, squealed with fright - a giant violet flytrap-like flower momentarily grew from the ground almost under her feet and immediately snapped its "jaws" right where there Samantha's hand had been a couple of seconds ago.
"Whack a plant!" sounded from TARDIS, and Doctor was the first to show what to do - the insane flower was gone, as if sucked into the ground. "These will bite your hand off without choking, so be careful! And it especially refers to yo
Werehog Story 18Eggman made paced around his base. Trying to using his genius brain to come up with a idea, some sort of idea to take care of his hairy nemesis. The Control Collar was only a temporary ~and failed~ solution.
If an answer wasn't found soon the doctor might have to take down the hedgehog. Eggman shuddered a tiny bit at the thought. He hated Sonic's guts with a fiery passion and would love to see him go down. But killing him or seeing him dead was another matter all together. Even the doctor wasn't that mad.
A little known secret was that when he shot the hero into space from the ARK, it was something he regretted moments after the capsule exploded. But that didn't last long when the hedgehog somehow survived after figuring out Chaos Control.
"Here's you deck Doctor Eggman." Bokun held the stack of cards up to him.
"Not this time. I believe I have a idea that might work." The mustached man walks down the hall with the robot following behind.
"What idea would that be?"
Devil's Advocate Part 6: Amor vincit malumSamael looks at several test subjects, lined up with the serum ready to inject.
Samael: Today is our first step into the future. A future without disease, chaos, or fear.
He presses a button, injecting them with the serum. They twist and contort before becoming demons.
Samael: Now, FLY!
We see now that those ones he injected were not the only one, in fact he's rounded up at least 30 all contorting into the homo daemons Sameal has monstrously brought to earth. He watches them then take off into the city, to claim it for his cause...Hell was about to come to Earth. He smiles. Meanwhile, on the street below, Lilith stirs.
Etrigan: What is it, witch?
Lilith: It's begun
Constantine: "Begun"? What the hell does that mean?
Nightwing: ...*looking up in the sky* Well I think she means that
We now see the sky full of demons and screams from the people below.
Ronin: Oh hell
Constantine: You said it.
Lilith: He's confident of victory or perhaps he thinks we don't have the power to stop him
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Mr. Smith is an Ideal Athlete
“Kitty? Here kitty, kitty.”
My ears perked up but I was still face down on the pillow in my favorite cardboard box.
“Kitty.” I heard again.
I grumbled and pushed myself up partially. Cedric hadn’t quite picked up on the fact I wasn’t exactly the same as their Earth cats. Oh well, another day.
I crawled out of my bed. Command Center and such didn’t seem fully coherent yet so I had to rely on my own knowledge. I navigated through the door and blinked a few times to get my Visual Scanners working—eyes that is. Or well that is the closest thing I can relate my high tech properties to. A doctor would call them the same exact thing but how boring is that?
“Right here.” I commented and waited to hear him again.
“Oh, there you are.” He appeared from behind and picked me up before I could protest. “How you feeling today, Kitty?”
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