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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
No dishonor in my house (just a raw story outline)
No dishonor in my house.
Leo and Raph are in a relationship
have been for a while now
so they decide to finally tell Splinter about it
Raph doesn't think it's such a good idea, he's really insecure and worried, despite Leo’s best efforts to reassure him
then, they do go to Splinter and tell him
instead of his approval or acceptance, however, he reacts quite unfavorable
basically he does not approve. At all
he almost instantly starts telling Leonardo to stop this nonsense and how Raph is corrupting him, distracting him from being the leader and how unhonorable this all is.
Raph feels all of his insecurities and fears of being the “bad child” confirmed and starts backing out, murmuring about leaving Leo alone, but Leo won't have any of that.
Instead, he tells Splinter that they didn't tell him to ask his approval, but simply to let him know and he won't break up with Raph just because it might be dishonorable.
Splinter is really displeased with the situation, but leaves
A World Apart - Ch. 1 - Conflict*Jerome*
Running. He was running just about as fast as he could. Trees whipped past him, wind whistling past his ears as he bolted through the forest.
This was unknown territory. He had no idea where he was. He was lost on the wrong side of the river with no way to tell where that river even was.
He was terrified. I could practically smell it on him. As I watched this boy run by the tree I hid in, totally oblivious to my position, I couldn't help but wonder; what was this kid doing here? How old was he? Where were his parents? I couldn't tell but he looked like he was close to my age, maybe just a little younger.
He had light brown hair that stuck up on end, and wore a black tee shirt with dog tags around his neck. Other than that he wore red shoes and jeans and he appeared to have no weapon on him. Nevertheless he was still trespassing on Bacca territory. It was my civic duty to kill him.
I sighed and pulled my diam
The Good Old Days At this point, Skylord Lysander found himself banging his head repeatedly down on the table in front him in boredom. Quietly, of course. He mustn't disturb the Admirals as they debated about the air lights on... And on... And on...
He let out a sigh and let his head rest against the large round conference table. He heard a groan from beside him. "Why do the annual meetings have to be so damned long?!" Lysander turned his head to the right as Skylord Amber looked to her left. Before the two even made eye contact, the knew they were thinking the same thing.
"I'll tell you what..." Lysander sucked in a quick breath as he straightened up, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the Admirals. "When I make Admiral, I'm gonna change up the meetings so they last one day and they'll have pizza. Shiploads of it."
"Ooh ooh, and those neat drink machines that they have in the movies!" Skylord Vimes added excitedly f
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 2
December 25, 2268
There are a lot of ways that you can tell that you’re not on a regulations-driven Starfleet starship; but perhaps one of the most obvious is being greeted by energetic, jazzy music when you arrive at the bridge, as Cera was when she stepped out of the turbolift. The lighting was dim, in keeping with the fact that it was 0118 in the morning, and there was only one person present: her undeniably eccentric first mate, Garadun. He was sitting at his usual seat at the helm station and was moving in time with the music; what he liked to call “chair dancing.” Although she’d never heard this particular piece before she was certain it was from Earth and, from the sound of it, likely from around the turn of the twenty-first century. It was jazzy and dynamic, and the vocals were being provided by a woman of immense talent; her voice was passionate and strong.
Cera had no problem with his playing music on the br
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 3
December 25, 2268
Sitting in his chair and listening to Lt. Commander Slaton give his damage report concerning the USS Bangkok, Garadun couldn’t help but notice the rather odd design of the central table in the briefing room. It was an asymmetrical, wedge shape with a total of eight sides, and included a sort of indented section at the wide end where a computer terminal was mounted. It was very retro. In fact the entire briefing room had a 1960s look to it. As did every other part of the ship he’d seen so far. He figured that whoever it was that was doing the naval architecture on behalf of Starfleet, had a thing for the décor which had been prevalent on Earth three hundred years earlier.
The retro feel wasn’t limited to interior design. Although Garadun had seen more than his share of Starfleet officers, he’d never really made the connection until now. Not only was the ship a stylistic throwback, but so w
Glad You're Here - Chapter One (Rytho) Rythian laid in a hammock that was tied between two trees, reading a book with his reading glasses sitting upon his nose. The sun was low in the sky, but he still had quite a few hours left. He loved nights like this; nights when the sky was clear and the air itself around him appeared to be an orange color. It was a beautiful night; and it was about to get better.
He heard footsteps, and a shape pulled itself up into the hammock. The figure looked at him in alarm and squeaked, "Rythian!"
Rythian jumped and dropped his book in surprise, but didn't fall off. "Seto-?"
Seto glared at him playfully. "My turn." He growled.
Rythian raised one eyebrow. "Who said we were taking turns?"
"And when was that?"
Rythian winced. "I thought we agreed that anything I say when I'm drunk is forfeit."
"Yeah but you weren't drunk, you were just
The Change of Sides - Ch. 15 - The Journey Begins "It's not far to the ender portal." Seto said as he picked up his satchel. "Less than half a day's travel. And if we go by horseback, we'll make it by dawn.
"Horseback?" Duncan asked. "Where the hell are we gonna find horses? We're in the middle of the bloody desert!"
"There are some flatlands a few miles north of here. It'll be out of our way, but it'll still take a lot of time out of our journey."
"Well what about after we go through the portal?" Duncan asked. "How will we know where to go?"
Seto stopped. "Oh." He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "The map."
He strode quickly over to the table at the center of the camp. Duncan followed after him as Seto looked around for the map that commonly laid rolled out on the table's surface, only now it was missing. "What map?" Duncan asked.
"I saw Rythian looking at a map before I left for Hannah's earlier." Seto replied as he conti
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.5Orbit of Malastare, Republic star destroyer Adamant
Master Windu looked dubiously at the diminutive being before him as Doctor Boll smiled at him pleasantly.
“Doctor Boll, you'll excuse me for being brusque but we have something of a situation here. One of our units on the planet below are nearly overrun, I don't have the time to brief you on the situation.”
“Of course not!” the diminutive bivall chirped shrilly. “That's exactly why I'm here, to solve your problem.”
“You think your research could be of use?” Master Windu asked.
The scientist nodded. “Yes indeed, my weapon can disable the Separatist army in its tracks without harming our own forces.”
“This is an ion blast weapon.” Commander Ponds said as he examined the specifications. “It's going to knock out most of our equipment and the systems in our armor.”
“Well, yes, there is that.” Doctor Boll said dismissively. “But you can fig
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.6Entering the atmosphere of Malastare
“Incoming.” Grieg reported.
“I see them.” Dusty said as he looked down at his sensor screen. “Cannons ready.”
The first screen of Republic fighters jumped ahead of the Y-wings and ARC-170s, heading outwards to engage the incoming Separatist fighters. The two groups clashed, on Dusty's screen it was shown as two swarms of red and blue dots meeting and clashing as they intermingled. Small groups of red dots broke out on the other side of the blue swarm and came towards the. He looked out the side of his cockpit to see a trio of ARC-170s breaking off to engage the enemy fighters. He flexed his hands on the triggers for his ion cannons. He'd seen enough combat to know that no escort was completely secure.
“All yours.” Grieg said as the first enemy game into firing range.
Dusty swiveled the turret around to bear on the incoming droid fighters, depressing the trigger buttons and watching as the angry blue bo
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