Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 20:24:33 GMT
"Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation
Nations cry underneath decaying skies above
You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
The punishment is death for all who live"
Iron maiden, Out of the Silent Planet
== (o(O)o) ==
The phasic vortex was a Sprawling Region of infection. Tens of thousands of light years across at its widest point. It had Grown to dominate the Region of Ancerious space that it had come to control in the months following the Flight of the Unnatural domain into the territory of the races that had once Dwelled there in their own undiscovered empires and territories. Moved there through the tedious work of the flux and their vast planet moving ships. Yet even they had not see the Consequences of their actions, it would have been impossible with the entity using the best of their own technology of temporal concealment against them.
It had been a rapid infection, and and even more rapid war as the species that had made up the colonies of the planets and worlds had attempted to fend its increasingly strengthening Shard fleets off as they had converged on their worlds. The tide had been with the hoard, and the Races territories that had been moved by the gardeners of the galaxy, had been reduced to little more then Cattle pens for it to draw from. The fluxs attempts to quell its feeding with their FSCMCEs doing little more then generating vacuums of dead space that it filled more rapidly then they could produce more of. Re-empowering and Transcending the dead husks of the weapons left behind by the attacks, Perfecting the flaws in their engineering, Allowing them to be utilized more then once, and giving them new life as defenders of its territories. Their endless hunger being put towards new purpose.
This had been Much to the horror of the shipmasters’ and their crews as they found themselves fleeing from the very weapons they had engineered to cleanse its presence.
Now, as its presence in the sprawling region had become so pronounced as to almost be physical, and the worlds and systems that lay within its boundaries being reformed in the image of its ancient masters, and providing dark sprawling sanctuaries for the odd cultist fleet that had entered its territories.
It stirred, deeply rooted within its core worlds and stars. Massive near planet sized bio-crystalline fortresses known as the nexus masses drifting among the systems and flowing arcs of phasic energy that moved through them.
The Aberration, Stirred.
Its vast eldritch consciousness encompassing entire planets that had once served as one of the capitals of the species that had dominated the region. The flow of its lesser entities felt by it with every second that passed.
Events and battles occurring within the Territories of the younger races that had colonized the galaxy shown to it through the crystal eyes of the deep space shard drones that it had grown from the towers of crystal that rose above the worlds scattered throughout its territories.
Yet, even as the fronts of the battles across Ancerious Raged, As the empires. Driven by Developments of their Primitive Diplomatic nature that was, at time. Almost worthy of Pity. Converged on the fring and outer and some inner edge systems of the Civilization of Terrans known as the immortal empire. (A humorous title, considering how easily their military was defeated.) Which had drawn their collective anger and destructive intent with its apparent place in the Machinations of the race known as the Flux. Whose movements it had been following steadly and intently sense it had established the phasic vortex in the Center of the empire that they had held a hand in nursing to its technological peak, at least until they would no longer be of use to them…
Tracing their movements and learning there inherent, and often at times Shifting Strengths. A small statement considering their willingness to shift sections of their entire culture in order to overcome a foe. But also studying their weaknesses from the ships and members of its race that it had assimilated as it had first awakened on the unnatural domain. And later, as they had attempted to stop its spread as its shard fleets had converged on the previous race that had dwelled in the territories it now covered. It had learned their methods of retroactively affecting the tide of battle then. As it had encountered buried traps and weapons, and planted agents they had attempted to send in to its core systems to cripple it.
They had been dealt with, but more then anything, it showed the measures they were willing to go in order to keep their control…
The Technology had been assimilated, the secrets of their ability to retroactively alter the timelines decoded from the vessels and minds it had captured and added to the defenses of the new nexus masses as they had risen from the ruins of the fallen capitals. Temporally sealed against their retroactive attempts of manipulation in their favor.
Yet, a it turned its attention towards the active zones of battle that was raging on the other side of the galaxy. Navigating the complex maze of links and the spread of its mind. Its attention was not focused on the battle.
No, the struggle of the younger, more nieve races over resources and their temporary grips over the swatches of Territory that they seemed to squabble over endlessly was not of any particular interest to it. Aside from an object of amusement at how easily one of them had allowed themselves to be manipulated into the conflict.
No, its attention was focused largely on a cluster of combined flux and immortal empire ships that were poised several light years from the fringes of SSc space, currently locked in engagement with the empires defensive fleet.
As well as, much more accordingly, the arsenal of projectiles being prepped and housed within the hulls of the ships, Numbering 12 in total, not counting the science vessel. That had,Up until recently, been launching them towards the collective territories of the SSC and worlds in slow moving arced paths, propelled by solar sail like projections. But what drew its attention the most were the signatures it had detected beneath the hulls of the insectile armor of the weapons.
They were its own, altered and muted slightly by the humans as they had attempted to first, re-condition, then contain, Several of its Conduit shards in a meek attempt to control its spread in a movement to “Aim” it where they wanted.
These developments had not gone unnoticed by it, and, in the larger scope. It could have been argued that, in fact. It may have allowed, or even encouraged the development. The infected vessels that the government of the Immortal Empire had claimed to have “Captured” having been underpowered and navigated to the fringes of their territories on a perceived scouting movement, where it had known the Terran empire would have reacted with military force. There, it had withdrawn the majority of its presence, allowing the lesser conglomeration of organic minds that was known as Cabal to re-establish command of the vessels as they were re-captured or destroyed by the bio-organic ships of what they addressed as their “Hunter fleet.” An attack, and unnecessary show of crudely managed brute force that it could have easily repelled.
Past that point, it had focused on keeping its infection much more docile then it had initially been. Which had, to it surprise. Not made any of them suspicious, or, if it did, they had kept it silent.
A risk that would surely outweigh its value as they had commenced study of its componant relays, making the mistake to assume that they had the full total of its entity. Making rough study’s of it, and displaying their full range of scientific ability in their movements to contain the occasional outbreak it triggered to test their response abilities and technologies. And keeping patient as the main scientist they had out in charge of its studies, who. To her credit, had become more aware of its abilities then her superiors. Observing. As she had attempted to weaponize it, that their attempts that were, for the most part. Totally futile at the scope of technology they had at their disposal.
Yet, for its own goal, it had allowed itself to go along with their attempts. Leeching into the systems of the ship in a spectrum of energy that went beyond the detection of any of the sensors they had at their disposal. Giving them hints and pushes in the right direction as they tried to study it.
Worming its way into the crew and officers of both the science vessel and the crews of the Deployment fleet that the weapons had been transported aboard in order to be launched at the SSC’ territories. Observing the empire silently as it progressed, Wordlessly thanking them for providing it with designs for new engines of infection, waiting for the time to be right.
The immortal empire would be punished for their Hubris, but for now, they served its purposes.
Yet now, as its forces and its numerous shard fleets, strengthened by the forces of the transcended that had identified themselves as the chaos deities, The draconian had grown in Strength and influence throughout the warring territories. It knew that the time was rapidly approaching that it was cleansing its ancient assimilated territories of the races that had impeded on them. And resurrect its ancient empire system by system.
That time, it knew, just as it suspected the flux knew, was now… The signal of its movement occurring at the very movement the SSC had captured the Immortal Empires launch fleet and the invasion of several regions. The flux’s primary Forces of FSCMCEs aimed at the Territories of the Tenebreans in the event of a countermeasure by the native races. Those, it knew, would be made to pay for they’re past deeds as well.
But for now, its focus was on the flux, and the Immortal Empire.
It knew that, more then likely, they already knew.
But for them, it held no pity, nor did it hold true contempt, How could it? Any intelligent race would know, given the full range of information on their actions, That they had Done the damage on their own, and would blindly continue to do so. They had choosen their own paths.
For this, they needed to suffer, to have their hubris stripped from then and dragged down to their knees,
And so it was, across the galaxy, in the split second that it Entity made its movement. Triggering split second operations across the Phasic vortex and across three Fronts and one hidden world of shelter, Billions of lives Ended in an instant.
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation
Nations cry underneath decaying skies above
You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
The punishment is death for all who live"
Iron maiden, Out of the Silent Planet
== (o(O)o) ==
The phasic vortex was a Sprawling Region of infection. Tens of thousands of light years across at its widest point. It had Grown to dominate the Region of Ancerious space that it had come to control in the months following the Flight of the Unnatural domain into the territory of the races that had once Dwelled there in their own undiscovered empires and territories. Moved there through the tedious work of the flux and their vast planet moving ships. Yet even they had not see the Consequences of their actions, it would have been impossible with the entity using the best of their own technology of temporal concealment against them.
It had been a rapid infection, and and even more rapid war as the species that had made up the colonies of the planets and worlds had attempted to fend its increasingly strengthening Shard fleets off as they had converged on their worlds. The tide had been with the hoard, and the Races territories that had been moved by the gardeners of the galaxy, had been reduced to little more then Cattle pens for it to draw from. The fluxs attempts to quell its feeding with their FSCMCEs doing little more then generating vacuums of dead space that it filled more rapidly then they could produce more of. Re-empowering and Transcending the dead husks of the weapons left behind by the attacks, Perfecting the flaws in their engineering, Allowing them to be utilized more then once, and giving them new life as defenders of its territories. Their endless hunger being put towards new purpose.
This had been Much to the horror of the shipmasters’ and their crews as they found themselves fleeing from the very weapons they had engineered to cleanse its presence.
Now, as its presence in the sprawling region had become so pronounced as to almost be physical, and the worlds and systems that lay within its boundaries being reformed in the image of its ancient masters, and providing dark sprawling sanctuaries for the odd cultist fleet that had entered its territories.
It stirred, deeply rooted within its core worlds and stars. Massive near planet sized bio-crystalline fortresses known as the nexus masses drifting among the systems and flowing arcs of phasic energy that moved through them.
The Aberration, Stirred.
Its vast eldritch consciousness encompassing entire planets that had once served as one of the capitals of the species that had dominated the region. The flow of its lesser entities felt by it with every second that passed.
Events and battles occurring within the Territories of the younger races that had colonized the galaxy shown to it through the crystal eyes of the deep space shard drones that it had grown from the towers of crystal that rose above the worlds scattered throughout its territories.
Yet, even as the fronts of the battles across Ancerious Raged, As the empires. Driven by Developments of their Primitive Diplomatic nature that was, at time. Almost worthy of Pity. Converged on the fring and outer and some inner edge systems of the Civilization of Terrans known as the immortal empire. (A humorous title, considering how easily their military was defeated.) Which had drawn their collective anger and destructive intent with its apparent place in the Machinations of the race known as the Flux. Whose movements it had been following steadly and intently sense it had established the phasic vortex in the Center of the empire that they had held a hand in nursing to its technological peak, at least until they would no longer be of use to them…
Tracing their movements and learning there inherent, and often at times Shifting Strengths. A small statement considering their willingness to shift sections of their entire culture in order to overcome a foe. But also studying their weaknesses from the ships and members of its race that it had assimilated as it had first awakened on the unnatural domain. And later, as they had attempted to stop its spread as its shard fleets had converged on the previous race that had dwelled in the territories it now covered. It had learned their methods of retroactively affecting the tide of battle then. As it had encountered buried traps and weapons, and planted agents they had attempted to send in to its core systems to cripple it.
They had been dealt with, but more then anything, it showed the measures they were willing to go in order to keep their control…
The Technology had been assimilated, the secrets of their ability to retroactively alter the timelines decoded from the vessels and minds it had captured and added to the defenses of the new nexus masses as they had risen from the ruins of the fallen capitals. Temporally sealed against their retroactive attempts of manipulation in their favor.
Yet, a it turned its attention towards the active zones of battle that was raging on the other side of the galaxy. Navigating the complex maze of links and the spread of its mind. Its attention was not focused on the battle.
No, the struggle of the younger, more nieve races over resources and their temporary grips over the swatches of Territory that they seemed to squabble over endlessly was not of any particular interest to it. Aside from an object of amusement at how easily one of them had allowed themselves to be manipulated into the conflict.
No, its attention was focused largely on a cluster of combined flux and immortal empire ships that were poised several light years from the fringes of SSc space, currently locked in engagement with the empires defensive fleet.
As well as, much more accordingly, the arsenal of projectiles being prepped and housed within the hulls of the ships, Numbering 12 in total, not counting the science vessel. That had,Up until recently, been launching them towards the collective territories of the SSC and worlds in slow moving arced paths, propelled by solar sail like projections. But what drew its attention the most were the signatures it had detected beneath the hulls of the insectile armor of the weapons.
They were its own, altered and muted slightly by the humans as they had attempted to first, re-condition, then contain, Several of its Conduit shards in a meek attempt to control its spread in a movement to “Aim” it where they wanted.
These developments had not gone unnoticed by it, and, in the larger scope. It could have been argued that, in fact. It may have allowed, or even encouraged the development. The infected vessels that the government of the Immortal Empire had claimed to have “Captured” having been underpowered and navigated to the fringes of their territories on a perceived scouting movement, where it had known the Terran empire would have reacted with military force. There, it had withdrawn the majority of its presence, allowing the lesser conglomeration of organic minds that was known as Cabal to re-establish command of the vessels as they were re-captured or destroyed by the bio-organic ships of what they addressed as their “Hunter fleet.” An attack, and unnecessary show of crudely managed brute force that it could have easily repelled.
Past that point, it had focused on keeping its infection much more docile then it had initially been. Which had, to it surprise. Not made any of them suspicious, or, if it did, they had kept it silent.
A risk that would surely outweigh its value as they had commenced study of its componant relays, making the mistake to assume that they had the full total of its entity. Making rough study’s of it, and displaying their full range of scientific ability in their movements to contain the occasional outbreak it triggered to test their response abilities and technologies. And keeping patient as the main scientist they had out in charge of its studies, who. To her credit, had become more aware of its abilities then her superiors. Observing. As she had attempted to weaponize it, that their attempts that were, for the most part. Totally futile at the scope of technology they had at their disposal.
Yet, for its own goal, it had allowed itself to go along with their attempts. Leeching into the systems of the ship in a spectrum of energy that went beyond the detection of any of the sensors they had at their disposal. Giving them hints and pushes in the right direction as they tried to study it.
Worming its way into the crew and officers of both the science vessel and the crews of the Deployment fleet that the weapons had been transported aboard in order to be launched at the SSC’ territories. Observing the empire silently as it progressed, Wordlessly thanking them for providing it with designs for new engines of infection, waiting for the time to be right.
The immortal empire would be punished for their Hubris, but for now, they served its purposes.
Yet now, as its forces and its numerous shard fleets, strengthened by the forces of the transcended that had identified themselves as the chaos deities, The draconian had grown in Strength and influence throughout the warring territories. It knew that the time was rapidly approaching that it was cleansing its ancient assimilated territories of the races that had impeded on them. And resurrect its ancient empire system by system.
That time, it knew, just as it suspected the flux knew, was now… The signal of its movement occurring at the very movement the SSC had captured the Immortal Empires launch fleet and the invasion of several regions. The flux’s primary Forces of FSCMCEs aimed at the Territories of the Tenebreans in the event of a countermeasure by the native races. Those, it knew, would be made to pay for they’re past deeds as well.
But for now, its focus was on the flux, and the Immortal Empire.
It knew that, more then likely, they already knew.
But for them, it held no pity, nor did it hold true contempt, How could it? Any intelligent race would know, given the full range of information on their actions, That they had Done the damage on their own, and would blindly continue to do so. They had choosen their own paths.
For this, they needed to suffer, to have their hubris stripped from then and dragged down to their knees,
And so it was, across the galaxy, in the split second that it Entity made its movement. Triggering split second operations across the Phasic vortex and across three Fronts and one hidden world of shelter, Billions of lives Ended in an instant.