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gently caress yeah it does. Wheels within wheels? How about a giant cog crushing everything under its giant cyborg teeth. vv: the glass overflows with screaming metal shards. Outrail fucked around with this message at 08:05 on Sep 12, 2015 |
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Sep 12, 2015 07:57
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LowellDND posted:No half measures With the exception of the dwarf.
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Sep 12, 2015 08:04
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Today’s music: Switchblade Symphony Wallflower Sometimes… stars just don’t ignite. They might not have enough mass, coalescing in the nebulae. Oh, they might get orbiting objects - gas giants and rocky worlds. Here and there, smaller moons spin. What does all of that mean, really? A midnight solar system, rocketing through the void. With no sunlight, there is no liquid water. The worlds are composed of ice, and the comets flow around them as a blizzard larger than planets. Rocky belts are scattered throughout the void - other failures, ones that didn’t make the leap to planet. Orbiting the gas giant that failed to become a star. When you look at the night sky, you see the millions of stars - that much is true. But in the black that separates them - frozen worlds. In their millions, they follow the failed stars, travelling through the void. For all intents and purposes, they are never seen, never interacted with. But they outnumber the stars, and they will outlast them. Given enough time, though, ships sometimes visit these dark systems. Or things that aren’t ships - alien life travelling through the void on their own inscrutable missions. What could they be looking for, these species that avoid the light? One wonders how many might be pursuing these dark places - perhaps even nesting in them. Systems that outnumber the stars. In this case… in this case, it is a human ship. If it can still be described that way. The minds aboard are as dark as the rocky worlds they visit, all cold ice and cold iron. The ship opens up like some sort of insect, reaching for megatons of ore and water. Deep in the bays of the machine, vivid light ignites, the first light this place has seen in millennia. The ore begins breaking down into liquid alloys and debris, the ice forming long comet tails. In the belly of the Beast, something is growing.
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Sep 12, 2015 08:14
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Sep 12, 2015 08:25
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You people really get too worked up over The Darkness. They're not that bad.
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Sep 12, 2015 08:34
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True. We're shaping up to be so much worse. 
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Sep 12, 2015 13:24
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Outrail posted:True. We're shaping up to be so much worse. In what way?
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Sep 12, 2015 15:50
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Oasx posted:In what way? We don't have a cool, ominous-sounding name.
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Sep 12, 2015 15:53
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Oasx posted:In what way? It's arguable that we've caused far more murder and brainwash and terror then the Darkness.
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Sep 12, 2015 16:12
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There Bias Two posted:We don't have a cool, ominous-sounding name. Iron Maiden?
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Sep 12, 2015 20:29
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LowellDND posted:Iron Maiden? Yeah. Iron Maiden is pretty badass, after all. And we DID effectively start the Abrogate movement by introducing Krieg and Fabiyan to the ecosystem... Oh, also, I have a question concerning Athena and the STC: does she have the means to craft all these things she knows how to make, or would she need specialized tech that we'd need to find? That's what I'd meant by my last post.
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Sep 13, 2015 04:24
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She has the means to build the means for the more complicated stuff and so on.
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Sep 13, 2015 04:58
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You're not going to be a disappointment to me and take the weekend off like some other CYOA GMs are you LowellDND? You exist for my enjoyment! 
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Sep 13, 2015 05:21
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B.B. Rodriguez posted:You're not going to be a disappointment to me and take the weekend off like some other CYOA GMs are you LowellDND? You exist for my enjoyment! What else but Ludwig Van number 9? Terra - Outer Clouds Half a light year from Sol, Humanity begins. The sun, ancient and venerable, is nothing more than a sliver of light in the black skies, and Sacred Terra itself cannot be seen by any but the most powerful of telescopes. Mountains that are kilometers across float through the darkness, separated by oceans of emptiness. Humanity has been the tides, here. Over four hundred centuries, they have ebbed and flowed, retreated to the warmth of the inner system and barbarity. Expanded to these places, and the galaxy beyond. One could spend a thousand years in this cloud of dust and debris, and still not see even the most infinitesimal fraction of what is there. Ancient machines collect comets of ice, in their millions, and redirect them at the gas giants, thousands of AU away. They won’t arrive for centuries, millennia, but still they follow the tasks set up for them in ancient, forgotten times. Other machines grind at mountains the size of moons, smelting and forging the raw ores for the insatiable appetites of Mars. There are mining colonies composed of trillions of humans, in these dark places, and they will never get closer to Sacred Terra. They are confined there for generations, held by duty and obligation, and will remain so until the mountains themselves are dust. And then the ancient equipment will be abandoned, left as debris and relics, and humanity will slowly, slowly, travel to the next dark world. Not to say that the cloud surrounding Terra is empty. A dozen of the largest battles in galactic history have occurred here, and they have left their mark. War machines, ancient and mighty. Ships blown to pieces, still carrying their dead. Strange weapons that even the Magi don’t understand. It is simply by the Omnissiah Will that a ship might pass the strange devices, for no one knows what they fire, or why. In the blackness, satellites with kilometer-sized lenses watch eternal. They are surrounded by weapon systems by their thousands, by their millions. If the Black Crusades ever reached here, they would die in infinite number, but it is the eternal fear of the Imperium that they will come in even greater numbers. Ancient texts describe relativistic weapons, projectiles fired from light years away. The satellites watch for them, destroy them. The shattered remains of entire moons float through the darkness, showcasing the weapons’ ferocity. And through this wasteland, the pilgrims come.
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Terra - the Inner Cloud Who can say how many pilgrims travel to Terra every year? Who could even count their number? They arrive from every planet in the Imperium, taking journeys of years, decades, centuries. The language of Humanity lacks the ability to even describe it - the mind turns to mush even considering it. Trillions, trillions, trillions of ships, and many more thousands that many passengers. They assemble in vast lines, stretching across the sky. They form bridges of metal millions of kilometers long, slowly making their way into the Inner Cloud, under the watchful eye of the Guardians. From time to time one finds disfavor, obliterated by macrocannon or gridfire. They had been found wanting, by the will of the Omnissiah, and so their journey ends. The vast oceans of ships are as endless as the power and benevolence of the God-Emperor. A small fraction - the supremely wealthy, powerful, or factions of the military - are expedited through, making the journey in weeks or months. But for the vast majority - all the trillions upon trillions - they spend their entire lives here, blessed by even making it this close to Sacred Terra. So much closer than all the other teeming masses of the Imperium. Truly, they are among the honored. Five billion kilometers from Sol, Humanity begins properly. In what would once have been called a Dyson swarm, the uncounted multitudes surround the entire star. A nigh infinite number of ships, stations, outposts, fortifications and weapons go about their lives, ever watchful, ever wary. They outweigh the pilgrims by orders of magnitude, and every year they grow in number. This is the home of Sector Solar - the Home Fleet of Humanity. Truly, they are mighty. This is the oldest surviving Dyson swarm in the galaxy. It has existed for three hundred centuries, four hundred centuries. Beyond human memory, beyond human reckoning, the countless, countless numbers surround the most holy, the most sacred, Terra, homeworld of the Imperium, homeworld of the God-Emperor, beneficent and all-powerful. Worship, worship, worship.
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Sep 13, 2015 05:46
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Hahaha, calling it now. Terra commands the swarm to Golgotha and Athena seizes them all!
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Athena could have, theoretically, created a planet's mass worth of Athena mk1 through mk^n with a full STC worth of weapons system. I think if she's close to finishing construction humanity would be a wave against the lighthouse doors. Not sure if it's vote worthy but when approaching Terra snatch anything 'weird' floating in the void
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Iron Maiden - Hallowed be Thy Name Bastion Like strands in a web, Holy Terra receives a thousand lines of ships, stretched out millions of kilometers. The pilgrimages take centuries, entire cities being born, living, dying as they travel across the void. Each generation becomes more honored with each day, that much closer to the God-Emperor’s radiance. Blessed ships, launched a millennium ago, are even now entering the inner system. The younger among them will walk the ground of Sacred Terra. Glory to the God-Emperor, and blessed are his servants. The space between Terra and Mars are the most dense in the galaxy. The asteroid belt that had existed beyond Mars has been pulled in, and the smaller Dyson swarm has formed. Two hundred million kilometers stretch between the two most important planets in the Imperium, and they are all but filled. The gas giants lacked such bands - instead, they formed solar systems of their own, fortress moons, rings full of trillions of humans. It was foolhardy to go deep into the storms of the giants - instead, life existed on the periphery, and they were the hard points of the solar system. Gigatons of metalline spires, forges and weapons, void shields, sensors, habitats, built over four hundred centuries. Ships travelling here - breaking off from the well known routes of pilgrimages - are watched even more closely. The gas giants are where a thousand secret projects have happened, and approaching them means you are either very powerful or very foolish. Or, perhaps, both. It remained to be seen which one the Beast was. The defenses around Saturn, in their millions, let you pass, but coalesced behind you. You would not be able to escape without their permission, and the firepower assembled could crack planets. Your ship slowly was escorted through the rings, travelling through carefully marked lanes. Leaving them would result in your instant destruction. For you were travelling to the most secret planet of the Imperium. A vast space station dominated your view, your ship a minnow next to a mountain. A few handful of ships were docked to it, obviously military. You could feel the heat of a thousand weapons highlighted on you, and your ship couldn’t have looked more out of place if it tried. Your credentials were enough to let you dock, barely. But you were the only person allowed to enter - no retinue, no guards. Deviance from these instructions would result in your obliteration. Loel fucked around with this message at 07:26 on Sep 13, 2015 |
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Sep 13, 2015 07:19
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Go without the armor. If we get attacked here on Titan the Empire is already lost.
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Sep 13, 2015 07:26
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Tran posted:Go without the armor. If we get attacked here on Titan the Empire is already lost. Also, wear our Techpriest robes.
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Sep 13, 2015 07:34
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Armor given to us by space marines seems like a pretty cool badge of honor. Plus, like, what if wrasslin' is how people say hello on Titan?
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Sep 13, 2015 07:53
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  Appear humble before the Mechanicus. No armor. We will own them in time.
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Sep 13, 2015 08:06
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I just want to point out that I had a post up within 60 seconds of yours Also, very important! This is Titan. Grey Knights super demon killers, friends of the Inquisition. It is not Mars.
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LowellDND posted:I just want to point out that I had a post up within 60 seconds of yours Do they like wrasslin'
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Sep 13, 2015 08:11
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Make sure you don't look like an Adeptus Sororitas.
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Sep 13, 2015 12:12
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Go without armour. If we get attacked here, it wouldn't make a difference.
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Sep 13, 2015 13:13
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No armour
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Waci posted:Go without armour. If we get attacked here, it wouldn't make a difference. Would you show up to a job interview naked? Wear the armor, it is becoming a symbol of our office. Its not just for protection.
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Sep 13, 2015 14:14
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sullat posted:Would you show up to a job interview naked? Depends on the job.
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We have in no way earned that armour, it is fine as protection, but wearing it to a meeting filled with actually important people will make us look like a moron.
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Sep 13, 2015 14:32
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We have earned it, but there's no reason for us to wear it.
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Sep 13, 2015 14:35
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While we're here, ask some of their psychics for surgery to get that daemonic care package removed.
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Sep 13, 2015 14:54
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Don't wear the armor Wear the titan
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Sep 13, 2015 14:55
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Funny how we started dying a lot after getting that armor. It gave us a false sense of security and make goons think we are invincible. No armor
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Sep 13, 2015 14:57
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Before we debark onto titan, make arrangements to get the elder Fredrik onto terra.
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Haystack posted:Before we debark onto titan, make arrangements to get the elder Fredrik onto terra. This is a good idea. Grease some palms and get him down there.
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Haystack posted:Before we debark onto titan, make arrangements to get the elder Fredrik onto terra. This. Also ask him to allow us to make a copy of his brain. Some things aren't worth losing.
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LowellDND posted:I just want to point out that I had a post up within 60 seconds of yours This only makes me more powerful and reaffirms my posting powers.  But seriously, the Grey Knights can be scary, but we aren't exactly trucking with demons yet so while they might want to question such a weird creature like us, they got nothing on us.
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