Post by cayrus on Apr 25, 2012 18:50:17 GMT -5
Day 3
Heavy wasn't, in fact, particularly heavy. Award colonial translation of his surname aside, he'd never really minded his name; it had come to relate to the burdens he carried. A barrier telekinetic was always welcome when there was lifting and positioning to do.
And hey, there'd be plenty of new construction contracts after this goddamn war.
The Armada's glistening ships hung in the air, spewing tiny drop pods like seeds and raining plasma fire on fragile buildings. In the distance, one of Arcadia's few defence emplacements thundered, swatting a cruiser out of the air in a cloud of shrapnel.
The telekinetic's field flickered, but held, as various projectiles and hostile psionic emissions hammered at its intangible edge.
But it sputtered and died when a beam ate into his shoulder.
Heavy gasped, clutching at the wound, and looked up at his attacker as another approached from behind.
"I did something right for once," he croaked, "I save lives, and this is the thanks I g-"
A metal hand snapped his neck.
"I am the first wave of a divine new order! Do you," Rman'qwer began, apocalyptic with rage, "have any idea who you're dealing with?"
Someone turned him inside out. It was hard to tell whether that was a yes or a no.
"'The Ender'? Well now, isn't that just a lovely name to have. Doesn't sound evil to me, no sir."
The Ender, assumed name or no, was calmly seated in the chair. He'd stayed there even after the Arcadian forces broke through the door into the apartment, barking orders and jostling furniture.
"See, word on the street is that you're doing crazy bullshit rituals and meditating. That's not helpful. In fact, right now? Sounds downright treasonous. That's the kind of shit the Cultists do."
"You have no idea what I had at my fingertips," The Ender murmured.
His eyes panned across the room, towards the wall. The official goggled as he followed The Ender's gaze; he hadn't noticed it on entry, but there was a head-sized, glowing hole in its centre. The surrounding bricks hissed and clinked very softly as they cooled, a sound the Arcadian squad had mistaken for the air conditioning.
"Well." The Ender smiled. "Maybe you do."
The firing squad put him down.
HeavyVillain, a Telekinetic, shot and assassinated via high-tech means
MrTLicious, a Soldier, hit from all sides
romanqwerty, the Nullifier Cultist[/color], slain by transmutational forces
The Ender, the Mirror Empath, won the vote and lost his life
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Heavy wasn't, in fact, particularly heavy. Award colonial translation of his surname aside, he'd never really minded his name; it had come to relate to the burdens he carried. A barrier telekinetic was always welcome when there was lifting and positioning to do.
And hey, there'd be plenty of new construction contracts after this goddamn war.
The Armada's glistening ships hung in the air, spewing tiny drop pods like seeds and raining plasma fire on fragile buildings. In the distance, one of Arcadia's few defence emplacements thundered, swatting a cruiser out of the air in a cloud of shrapnel.
The telekinetic's field flickered, but held, as various projectiles and hostile psionic emissions hammered at its intangible edge.
But it sputtered and died when a beam ate into his shoulder.
Heavy gasped, clutching at the wound, and looked up at his attacker as another approached from behind.
"I did something right for once," he croaked, "I save lives, and this is the thanks I g-"
A metal hand snapped his neck.
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"I am the first wave of a divine new order! Do you," Rman'qwer began, apocalyptic with rage, "have any idea who you're dealing with?"
Someone turned him inside out. It was hard to tell whether that was a yes or a no.
______________________________________________________________
"'The Ender'? Well now, isn't that just a lovely name to have. Doesn't sound evil to me, no sir."
The Ender, assumed name or no, was calmly seated in the chair. He'd stayed there even after the Arcadian forces broke through the door into the apartment, barking orders and jostling furniture.
"See, word on the street is that you're doing crazy bullshit rituals and meditating. That's not helpful. In fact, right now? Sounds downright treasonous. That's the kind of shit the Cultists do."
"You have no idea what I had at my fingertips," The Ender murmured.
His eyes panned across the room, towards the wall. The official goggled as he followed The Ender's gaze; he hadn't noticed it on entry, but there was a head-sized, glowing hole in its centre. The surrounding bricks hissed and clinked very softly as they cooled, a sound the Arcadian squad had mistaken for the air conditioning.
"Well." The Ender smiled. "Maybe you do."
The firing squad put him down.
Night 2 casualties
ObiFett, a Telepath, shot and stabbed. Repeat if required
Melding, the Healer Empath, is killed by massive telekinetic energies
Figgy, the Psychevore
[/color], killed by multiple attacksObiFett, a Telepath, shot and stabbed. Repeat if required
Melding, the Healer Empath, is killed by massive telekinetic energies
Figgy, the Psychevore
HeavyVillain, a Telekinetic, shot and assassinated via high-tech means
MrTLicious, a Soldier, hit from all sides
romanqwerty, the Nullifier Cultist[/color], slain by transmutational forces
The Ender, the Mirror Empath, won the vote and lost his life
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