Post by cayrus on Apr 24, 2012 19:52:29 GMT -5
Day 2
Rend took in the crisp morning air sharply. The Rend. The Renegade.
"Ahh, Arcadia. it's good to get back to my old stomping grounds. You know, this is where it all began. Well, not where my power started, of course, but the first place I went to start liberating the general public."
"Are you really so arrogant to simply assume I follow you everywhere you go?" Kwychen asked disdainfully, descending from nowhere in particular.
"I only said the words, you're the one that heard them." The Renegade smiled.
"You know, some would say I am always everywhere, and yet nowhere."
"Hm, you know, I think I read that once in a book. One of my-"
Kwychen rolled his eyes. "...most favourites, yes. Of all people, Rend, I'd assume you'd know how little I care for your backward philosophies."
The Renegade chuckled. "We can have that argument, again, later, if you wish. For now, there are some very interesting things happening here.
There are those who claim to be perfect. Now that, on its own, is of course not exactly noteworthy. However, these people seem to have an armada available to them. One large enough to actually threaten the balance of power in Alpha Sector.
Arrogance and power? Now that's a pair of traits I've seen before. Well, at least, until I had unmade those who displayed them.
I had such high hopes for this sector, especially after our last encounter. Everything was burning, it smelled positively ripe with Death. But now they've got to go and create another superpower, one who will just make the very same mistakes as the Domarians and the Council? The same mistakes every power makes in this sector? Galaxy?
Universe?
Really I think this is the perfect reason to revisit this venerated old place. Would you like to join me? We can 'neutrally observe' this conflict."
Of course The Renegade already knew the answer. He'd known it before he'd even arrived.
Rend had problems. Being named "Rend" was one of them, but the biggest one was very big indeed. Ten feet and ten tons big.
The massive machine raked the outpost with heavy weapons fire, and he knew his time was up.
He sighed. His parents had been fans of the famous Renegade, but that was back before he was a Renegade; and so the Sergeant had found himself saddled with the same name as one of history's most famous genocidal maniacs. He'd never gotten around to changing it. Guess he'd missed that opportunity.
He rose from below the windowsill, awkwardly cradling an assault rifle with his one good arm, and died on his feet.
Baidol flung a searing sphere of pyrokinetic light, but as is so often the way of things... someone else didn't care that he was already in combat, and saw fit to attack him from behind.
Small arms fire raked the surrounding ruins, and he dived for cover.
And realised that he wasn't alone in that cover. Staring at the hooded figures, he prepped flame in his hands, prepared to go down fighting...
...and they simply delved inside his head and turned him off.
Gumpy wasn't having any of that. He immediately began rallying the other Arcadians to his position, reaching out across the urban warzone to alert reinforcements. He huddled down, bruised and bleeding from prior entanglements, trying to carefully form the message.
The figures noticed. They tore him to shreds. As if he didn't matter.
"Carb?"
"Yeah?"
"How, exactly, did the Arcadian intel lead them to mistake a police officer for a walking tank?"
"I don't know. Maybe he was impersonating the mech?"
"That sounds utterly ridiculous. I have no idea how that could happen."
"We're talking about a planet where someone blew up the moon here, Quotis."
She sighed. The feed was erratic and of poor quality, another casualty of the Armada's bizarre jamming tech. To his credit, the Arcadian official onscreen handled the conference as best as he could, calm and articulate. But it was difficult to spin "we killed a man because we thought he was a giant robot" in any kind of positive light.
The Grandcruiser continued speeding towards the system. No doubt while the Armada continued swarming over it.
"Good luck, Arcadia. You're really going to need it."
Rend took in the crisp morning air sharply. The Rend. The Renegade.
"Ahh, Arcadia. it's good to get back to my old stomping grounds. You know, this is where it all began. Well, not where my power started, of course, but the first place I went to start liberating the general public."
"Are you really so arrogant to simply assume I follow you everywhere you go?" Kwychen asked disdainfully, descending from nowhere in particular.
"I only said the words, you're the one that heard them." The Renegade smiled.
"You know, some would say I am always everywhere, and yet nowhere."
"Hm, you know, I think I read that once in a book. One of my-"
Kwychen rolled his eyes. "...most favourites, yes. Of all people, Rend, I'd assume you'd know how little I care for your backward philosophies."
The Renegade chuckled. "We can have that argument, again, later, if you wish. For now, there are some very interesting things happening here.
There are those who claim to be perfect. Now that, on its own, is of course not exactly noteworthy. However, these people seem to have an armada available to them. One large enough to actually threaten the balance of power in Alpha Sector.
Arrogance and power? Now that's a pair of traits I've seen before. Well, at least, until I had unmade those who displayed them.
I had such high hopes for this sector, especially after our last encounter. Everything was burning, it smelled positively ripe with Death. But now they've got to go and create another superpower, one who will just make the very same mistakes as the Domarians and the Council? The same mistakes every power makes in this sector? Galaxy?
Universe?
Really I think this is the perfect reason to revisit this venerated old place. Would you like to join me? We can 'neutrally observe' this conflict."
Of course The Renegade already knew the answer. He'd known it before he'd even arrived.
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Rend had problems. Being named "Rend" was one of them, but the biggest one was very big indeed. Ten feet and ten tons big.
The massive machine raked the outpost with heavy weapons fire, and he knew his time was up.
He sighed. His parents had been fans of the famous Renegade, but that was back before he was a Renegade; and so the Sergeant had found himself saddled with the same name as one of history's most famous genocidal maniacs. He'd never gotten around to changing it. Guess he'd missed that opportunity.
He rose from below the windowsill, awkwardly cradling an assault rifle with his one good arm, and died on his feet.
______________________________________________________________
Baidol flung a searing sphere of pyrokinetic light, but as is so often the way of things... someone else didn't care that he was already in combat, and saw fit to attack him from behind.
Small arms fire raked the surrounding ruins, and he dived for cover.
And realised that he wasn't alone in that cover. Staring at the hooded figures, he prepped flame in his hands, prepared to go down fighting...
...and they simply delved inside his head and turned him off.
Gumpy wasn't having any of that. He immediately began rallying the other Arcadians to his position, reaching out across the urban warzone to alert reinforcements. He huddled down, bruised and bleeding from prior entanglements, trying to carefully form the message.
The figures noticed. They tore him to shreds. As if he didn't matter.
______________________________________________________________
"Carb?"
"Yeah?"
"How, exactly, did the Arcadian intel lead them to mistake a police officer for a walking tank?"
"I don't know. Maybe he was impersonating the mech?"
"That sounds utterly ridiculous. I have no idea how that could happen."
"We're talking about a planet where someone blew up the moon here, Quotis."
She sighed. The feed was erratic and of poor quality, another casualty of the Armada's bizarre jamming tech. To his credit, the Arcadian official onscreen handled the conference as best as he could, calm and articulate. But it was difficult to spin "we killed a man because we thought he was a giant robot" in any kind of positive light.
The Grandcruiser continued speeding towards the system. No doubt while the Armada continued swarming over it.
"Good luck, Arcadia. You're really going to need it."
Night 1 casualties
Baidol, a Telekinetic, loses their mind and life to a monstrous psionic assault
Gumpy, a Telepath, is killed by massive telekinetic energies
Assuran, a Doctor, dies to multiple attacks
Rend, the Sergeant, is annihilated by high-tech means
Munkus, a Cop, is the first democratic death in five years
Baidol, a Telekinetic, loses their mind and life to a monstrous psionic assault
Gumpy, a Telepath, is killed by massive telekinetic energies
Assuran, a Doctor, dies to multiple attacks
Rend, the Sergeant, is annihilated by high-tech means
Munkus, a Cop, is the first democratic death in five years