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loel you absolute cocktease.
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Outrail posted:As the nukes drop and life as we know it starts to burn off we see Lowell smearing on some sunscreen "Probably got time for one, no let's make it two more arcs." It's literally in the OP, Loel.
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I miss you, thread
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well, goddammit. Hex told me people were posting in the thread. I want to emphasize this is still a dead fic  I don't have the talent to finish it how I envisioned it and yall deserve better than a flailpost every 6 months. But … here you go.Then Amacita smiled at you with feline eyes, the strange orbs that had haunted your dreams these many years. Inhumanly perfect, they held the promise of every dream manifested, and you fought back bitter memories with a tired effort. Half your forces, men loyal to you for decades, joining her side for the hint of a glance. “Well, well … my cousin returns at last.” Her voice sent shivers down your spine, even affecting your metalline augments, machines that had supposedly had all of lesser humanity removed from them. You barely controlled the spasm that went across your face; rage, and hunger, and shame, and too many other emotions that lacked a human name. “You must be enjoying this, witch.” She blinked, too slowly. “I enjoy everything. As you know.” Memories of failed tortures flickered through your mind, were dismissed. “I need something.” “Everyone always does.” She seemed to flex in her many restraints despite being entirely immobile. “And yet, I find myself unable to help…” “I’m sure we could arrange something.” You couldn’t fail to hide the loathing in your voice - she smiled anyway. “I’m sure. And yet…” “And yet.” A third voice, familiar and close by. You spun, too slowly. Limosa, and a dozen Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, holding extremely illegal disruptors, even for one of his rank. “I’m sorry Ohone.” You tried to speak, even as the alien energies raced across the room, impacting your body. Your old self, before the battle, might have resisted - your weakened replacements, never. Limosa looked at the remnants of your body, so many components of metal and synth. He did look regretful, at least. “Destroy the rest of it. Enact Omega, the Technomancers have been subverted.” He had prepared for such a day, clearly. Across the Beast, dozens of Acolytes were cut down instantly by ambush. But then, so had you. Hundreds of Priests and Acolytes were swept aside by a more powerful will, an augmented conscious the likes of which had only been seen on Mars. A distributed intelligence, bereft of its host body, now filing the bodies of all its lesser servants. They had accepted your training and tutelage, your finely crafted augments … and they had also accepted the back door you had emplaced, in case of such a time as this. The day Inquisitor Limosa went rogue. You controlled the mechanical systems of the ship - how could you not? Nearly 45% of the ship was vented into space immediately, tens of thousands of dregs dying gasping for breath. Many areas you didn’t have access to - the Beast was an old ship, and not one to offer its secrets to any one person, even yourself. And Limosa had compartmentalized what he could. Across the ship, stormtroopers were equipping zero-g suits as they had been trained. Perhaps not for a rogue Magos, perhaps not - but Limosa was a cunning foe. He, like you, had prepared for this day.
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Then The level of barbarity that two Inquistors could inflict - trapped within a million tons of spinning metal in deep space - could barely be described. Your xeno-monsters, drawn from the notes of your mentor, scuttled across the hull and into the dark places, formed of psyker-horrors and clawed monstrosities. Your augmented servitors, driven mad by binary nightmares, screamed across the null-g zones towards the merely human enemy. Limosa had not been idle - illegal cloning vats decanted thousands of weak-limbed battle psykers, freshly born and easily controlled. Limosa took over their minds with an ease that suggested years of the most horrific and illegal experimentation, his enhanced Alpha-level abilities sweeping the ship like a hurricane, turning thousands comatose or dead. The dozens of Priest who survived your possession were put to work, sabotaging ship systems on a grand scale. Life support was cut, gravity flipped and twisted, radiological and chemical hazards spread in uncaring fashion. To be one of the dregs or one of the greycloaks in this time was to die - there were worlds in the Eye of Chaos less dangerous than what two Inquisitors had done. The forces loyal to Limosa pushed on, but they were constrained by being merely human. They needed air and food and water - your machines felt none of that, your xeno heresies compelled by the cybernetics screaming in their brains, your priests forced ever forward by your inhuman will. Limosa had great power, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once, and your distributed operations peeled away at him, a clone vat here, a life support bay there. In the end, some weeks or months after the ship had been vented for the first time, the last survivors (lead by Limosa) were cornered. You didn’t speak to each other, not even one drone to another. There was no point, really. You had committed your course to the vilest of crimes, and there was nothing to be said after that. Your armies of xeno servitors wore him down over the course of days, one psyker-clone husk at a time, until even his tremendous powers flagged and fell. And after that, well. “Cousin.” She seemed completely unaffected by all that had happened, the SLUDGE and radiation that had been poured over her containment cell, the plasma and xeno acid and all the rest. Most of her wards had been destroyed, and you briefly wondered if she was pretending to be restrained out of politeness. “Cousin.” “Limosa’s dead.” Amacita’s face briefly flickered through satisfaction. “I imagine so, given that you are talking to me and not him.” “So is everyone else. Dregs and all.” A pretty shrug. “Was it worth it?” “Depends. Can you help me?” “I can do a lot of things.” “I want Fabiyan back.” She gestured lazily, an image of Fabiyan appearing in the airless room. Perfect, inhumanly so, the platonic ideal of devotion. “Easy enough.” “No. The real one, the original one. Not some phantasm you conjured for me.” She raised her eyebrow, or would have if she had eyebrows. “Time travel, then?” “I want the power to fix it.” She rolled her head side to side thoughtfully. “Maybe.” “And I want revenge on the thing that did it.” Amacita blinked in surprise, the first time you had ever seen her startled. “That … is not so easy an ask.” “I want the power to kill it, and make Fabiyan and the way we should be. Not … not like this.” She frowned, a grotesque blasphemy on her perfect face. “It’s powerful. More than you know.” “Can you do it?” She seemed to look inwards for a time. “Yes. You will need to do quite a lot of … unsavory things.” “I don’t care.” “I believe you don’t. Fine.” Amacita suddenly seemed to smile at some joke you didn’t get. “But after you go back in time, you will teach me the lore when I ask.” You blinked. “You are the most powerful witch in the galaxy.” “But if you go back in time, I might not be. If I ask, you will teach me. Swear it.” A pause, a held breath. “I swear.”
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Loel posted:well, goddammit. Hex told me people were posting in the thread. I want to emphasize this is still a dead fic i dunno what the gently caress youre talking about, this thread is as magnificent as the beast
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Thanks Loel everything is epic anytime you got the itch to write I'm down to enjoy it.
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Amacita Lives, thus the thread cannot die.
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Loel posted:"I swear."  At this point, I'm pretty sure Ohone's just counting on the depth of this hole she's digging for herself hitting -2147483648 meters and warping herself back up. I can think of no other explanation for why she keeps screwing herself, and everyone else, over this badly.I really can't speak for everyone, but I will anyway: post whatever you want, whenever you want! We'll eat it up. Doesn't need to be PromCycle, if (and only if) you've got the urge to scribble something down and want to share then 
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Ohone's defining characteristics are 1) an undying love of Fabiyan 2) a fatal unwillingness to let go and finally 3) the chops to attempt these bargains and get them made not uh. not a healthy combination
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After The war was not going well. The machines were an implacable enemy, guided by an intelligence that no one had ever encountered before. The finest cogitators in the Imperium were outmatched, the ancient Farseers outflanked, and even the unnatural guidance that was given to the Great Enemy was undone. In a matter of decades, much of the galaxy had been sterilized. For a time, it even seemed like the Great Devourer in a race with the machines, seeing who could cleanse life first. A dozen more Hive Fleets, each the size of the first that had broken on Macragge, ran rampant, and on ten thousand worlds machine and extra-galactic battled for the last scraps. Lusting for new sources of food, the Hive Fleets descended on the Octavian system, where all the Orks of the galaxy had heard the call of the largest battle imaginable. A terrestrial battle light years across, where nigh-infinite trillions battled on lattices the size of planets. And so the last shattered forces of Humanity and their offshoots, Chaos and Eldar, mutant and heretic, daemonhost and saint … made the most unimaginable alliance possible. In one flash of a moment, all predictions knew that Golgotha was the place of the final stand, where the Machine could be beaten. No one knew why it desired Golgotha so desperately, but the universe itself said that this was the last chance to defeat it. Huron, leader of the Black Crusade; Khaine, the Eldar God of War and Fire; and Ohone, Fabricator General of Sol. The most gifted geniuses of their time or any other, the master specialists who had held off the Machine when so many had fallen. Abaddon, Yvraine, Regent Karamazov, all had broken, dying and crushed under metal tread. And now, the leaders of the Last Alliance, the last and final stand that would win or lose it all. Between the three of them, temporal engines were built and manifested, twisting the laws of all that was known and possible. Fatal defeats had become draws, massacres became fighting retreats. They had been deployed to every battle front, thousands of them prepared at Golgotha, redefining reality in a thousand tactical nodes. It might have even have succeeded, in the end. It looked possible. Slim, but possible. Except at the moment of impact … the engines switched sides. A simple flaw, if one knew what to look for. And one was a mechanical genius unlike any seen in millenia. A rounding error, in a manner of speaking. A simple, minor mistake, carefully placed in such a way and such a place that every engine flipped, at the same moment. It wasn’t really a betrayal, really. Those people didn’t exist any more, had never existed. The moment when every dice rolled for the machines, well, you had leaped back in time, back to a place of better chances. If such a timeline could be visited again, it would be a silent and sterile galaxy, a dozing machine-god holding an insect in her cage. It wasn’t a betrayal. Maybe this time you’d get Fabiyan back. Maybe this time. Loel fucked around with this message at 10:00 on Jun 10, 2020 |
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SpookyLizard posted:There will never be enough corpses until we create a corpse singularity, collapse the universe, and start a new one. Whos to say we havent done that over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again? That cycle got tabletopped. We reign now, a triple queens of ruin.
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Ohone created an infinite loop to permanently escape the closing of the universe, and is now stuck in said loop, and is trying tk break it apart so she can bring Fabiyan with her. Or maybe just trying to tabletop the whole hypersphere and break through the energy grid into a different existence and start flipping tables there.
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Arc 7. Intro. New Eden, Capital of Janissary Space. The giant’s voice was a rumble. “She has ascended.” The words echoed across the chamber, echoing in strange corners until they seemed to ascend themselves. The dozens of Nephilim standing beneath the pillars didn’t move, but then they rarely did. The petitioners, meanwhile, looked among themselves, wondering what bearing this had on the most recent rulings. The giant’s words were law across ten thousand words … but rarely comprehended in their entirety. Indeed, entire branches of the galactic university was devoted to examining them for deeper meaning. The xeno at the giant’s side lowered the datapad – a recent innovation, borrowed from the Technocracy. Fools that they were, allowing technology to any and all – their neighbors had wasted little time in stealing what was useful. After examining it for heresies, of course. Some things permitted to the rulers were not to be permitted to the base, whatever the broadcasts in Technocracy space said. “My lord?” The giant rolled his neck, audible cracks and pops as he stretched muscles long left dormant. He had been judging for many weeks now with no sign of sleeping or decay in capabilities, and that was simply another fact for the galaxy to recognize his power. As Nephilim were to mortals, the giant was to the Nephilim. He seemed to look inward for moment. “The time has come, and she has ascended.” The xeno was three meters in height, slender and with a dancer’s muscles, the finest specimen of his kind. He had found the giant ages ago, and surrendered all his holdings – and now, ran much of the giant’s empire in truth. The drab minutae that didn’t make it to the Court for rulings, he decided, and his policies were enacted on thousands of worlds. In the giant’s name, of course. “Who, sire?” Many were the notes in his dossier, many up and coming potential leaders and rivals, people needed guidance or removal, but none had been suggested in such away. The giant sighed, a vast rumble. “You cannot feel it, can you? The ripples across the galaxy, emerging from this one event?” “I daresay I cannot, sire.” The xeno’s mind was already light years away, analyzing every possible fact he could have missed, but there was nothing. “Ohone has finally met completion.” The xeno blinked, the strange vertical lids of its species. Not that it needed to blink more than a handful of times per day, but the human affectation eased lesser minds. “I … have an Oneoh in my files, sire. Regent of the Technocracy in the absence of Sebekh. She had gone south along our border, with most of her fleet. Our walls still stand, though, as they ever have.” “Dear chancellor, consider once again. Ohone.” A shuffling through tabs and files and archived notes. “Ah … a lesser clone of the Regent? Last seen with a handful of ships, barely a pirate’s armada. Only a footnote of the Primary, my lord.” The giant chuckled, a somber tone from a great beast. “You had it reversed, I think. She is the original, and Oneoh the clone. Or, enough for you purposes.” “I fear I must disagree, lord. She has exhibited none of the traits you describe, beyond pirate lord.” “Disagree if you will, and fear you must.” The giant nodded, slowly. “You have the fleets prepared, I believe.” “As I always have my lord, these last ten thousand years.” “Very good.” Another nod. “Activate them all. War with the Technocracy has come.”
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Dun dun dun!!!! Wooooooo
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[itshappening.gif] Holy loving yeah baby
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Brushfire The fleets of the Janissaries were probably the best humanity had to offer, at least before the Event. They had held themselves ready with none of the constant war that had beset the galaxy, safe behind their unique technologies – a short range galactic siren that operated outside of Terra, the archaic spatial walls that held out enemy fleets, and most recently, advances in xenoheretical thinking. The ruler of the Janissaries had not fought in the Battle for Terra, either of them, nor had his fleets been committed to Golgotha. And even the Great Devourer that had tried to attack from the galactic flank had done the damage of mere decades, and that to only a few hundred worlds. Compared to the rest of the galaxy, Janissary space was the most peaceful and protected sectors imaginable. And they had intended to keep that way, still building up the war machine started ten thousand years before, turning thousands of worlds into military factories, warehouses, academies, all for a war that had never come. Families had spent a hundred generations in training, fleet exercises, rest and review, all directed by one of the premier military minds of his or any other era. And in the last millennium, doctrine had advanced in leaps and bounds. The assimilated xeno empires had brought a vast array of new thinking, missiles and drones and advanced communications, far beyond the staid polices of Mars. Indeed, some theorists believed the Technocracy should more technically be considered a cousin of Janissary thought, given their proximity and similar methodologies. Of course, the main divergence was the daimons. At the heart of every ship, a bound and controlled daimon of great power – and the heart of many of the primary weapon systems and elite troops, as well. The ruling orthodoxy was that every living creature could be an asset, could be chained in service to the Empire, and so it was. Xenos, heretics, daimons, archaeotech, all were judged and found useful, and all were implemented at a policy level. These were the fleets that hit Technocracy space, an invasion they had never expected. The Janissaries hadn’t left their space for ten thousand years, and it was a shock to every military planner who was given word of it. It was as if the mountains themselves had risen to give battle. And as part of that policy, Oneoh had taken the bulk of her forces far the south, to meet her destiny – and the entire northern border was left relatively unguarded. There were a few pickets, of course, left to handle any pirates – and those pickets gave far more than they got, given the Minds’ lore that had been granted to them. But they were too few and in few enough places. Hundreds of worlds were unguarded, because it was expected those pickets could reach them in the blink of an eye. But those pickets were under attack, and so too were a hundred worlds around them. The fleets didn’t stay long – they knew the Technocratic main fleet would return with unreasonable haste. Instead, they did as much damage as they could, emptying all torpedo bays into major cities and orbitals, distribution hubs, energy production sites, anything that could be used for the production of war. And then, in a matter of hours, the thousands of ships had returned behind the Wall, unassailable, untouchable. The work and lives of billions of people, gone in hours. Far, far away, your mind was receiving thousands of alerts, warnings, requests for aid. Swamped in the memories of the past, the countless live you had lived, you tried to find your way back, searching for that familiar voice. “Ohone? Its Fabiyan. You need to wake up.” What do you do?
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again sorry everyone, these last couple years have been a grind. First death by capitalism, and then finally getting the dream job and learning how to do it. But I've dug up all my old notes and google docs from the planned arcs, I'm working on a list of all the characters and where they are, and I'm remembering to focus on the basics: demons, armies, and waifu Fabian. I'm trash at writing weber, we're going back to ground level knife fights
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              I think that about covers it. Godspeed to you, and godspeed to Ohone. She's gonna need it. Oh, wait, how could I forget? 
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Emergence The voice reverberated through your soul, a voice that you had come back from the dead for – a voice that had brought you back from the dead more than once. One that you had damned the galaxy for, and still found little regret in your heart. I can build a new galaxy. The thought seemed to constantly drift through your mind. One worthy of him. Iron will, forged out of a thousand lifetimes – and a thousand deaths – lifted you from the ancient past and memories. A trap made by Anna, even for one such as herself, where any who dived deep into her many lifetimes could be overwhelmed and lost by them. Here and there, you could see the handful of shades who had attempted it, still adrift in the super-real. Their bodies had died long ago, their minds gobbled up and souls slowly melting away, feeding Anna’s powers. But you were not them. The memories fell away from you, lessons learned, ancient regrets and mistakes, the adamantine desire to get it right this time. Catalogued and examined, yes, but not drowned in. Not like those lesser shades who even now were losing the last of themselves. Your eyes opened with an effort, feeling muscles unused in subjective centuries. Yes. Aboard what was Ohone’s flagship, now yours … although you felt Ohone there, and Anna, guiding hands on your impulses and desires. You knew you could shift to their point of view, and let them steer the ship, if you needed to … but for now, you were Ohone. Always Ohone. Fabiyan relaxed a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You came back.” You touched his face like you never had before, kissed him slow. “I always will.” You could feel, see two other figures shift uncomfortably – Huron, the fallen Nephilim you had bargained with, and occasional lover of Anna. Well, he could get over it. Next to him, Carmilla, your doting mother, or at least doting to Oneoh. Her relationship with you had been … more complicated. You had exiled her for her bizarre belief in the Illuminati, demanded proof of the fallen nature of the Janissaires. And here she was. The back of your head was flooding with alerts and alarms and daimonic whispers. Anna and Oneoh both had developed an awareness of the galaxy far more active than your own, and they declared a hundred invasions on a hundred worlds, xenotek and heretical knowledge used on Technocracy border worlds. Oneoh’s soul had clenched rending claws, straining to move the fleets, attack her enemy. This transgression must not be left unpunished! Huron seemed to notice the shift, spoke. “The Fleet is on red alert, we’re not sure if the Janissairies plan to attack here too. They mostly seem to be doing soft targets, border worlds. Could be a feint though, most of our forces are here. Odd timing, is my thought. We can be there in a matter of hours, if their fleets choose to stick around.” What do you do?
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Can we attack their home area? Like blink into orbit around their homeworld and let off a bunch of destruction then blink out? Our minds technology should be superior to theirs even if they think they're equal to us.
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Toughy posted:Can we attack their home area? Like blink into orbit around their homeworld and let off a bunch of destruction then blink out? Our minds technology should be superior to theirs even if they think they're equal to us. There's no way even with our advanced FTL tech to catch the raiding fleets and we need to get some analysis done on their spatial defences. This Wall could pose problems depending on what tech or other principles it's based on but yeah I like the idea of returning the favour. Athenian Technocracy tech also includes self-guided FTL munitions. Janissary territory is the most well-defended and heavily entrenched area of space that we'll have encountered. They've had ten thousand years to fortify, and have who knows what kind of xenotech at their disposal. There's also been mention made of the Fortress Worlds. Each of those could potentially pose a problem insofar as an attack on the Janissary homeworld may not be as efficient a decapitation strike as we'd like depending on how effectively Consul has set up redundant power structures and continuance of government, and after ten thousand years I'd expect him to have done a drat good job of that. Hexenritter fucked around with this message at 20:13 on Sep 24, 2020 |
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We have three flagships right? The Beast , Hurons ship and the technonancy flagship, why not crank up the clone vats again and make some blank Kriegs while suring up defense patrols and figure out that wall? I'm actually having a hard time what are assests are. Maybe step one hold a war council
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Order of Battle Your narrowed eyes were the only response you allowed yourself to show, and Huron smiled faintly - one apex predator recognizing another. Your voice was soft, remote from the fury you were feeling. “What are our combined assets? I find myself wanting to return the favor.” Fabiyan seemed to look inwards, cataloguing everything he had ever encountered in your service. It took only a moment, his augmented mind managing an untold amount of information. “Starting at the top … The shipyards of Luna, we brought them with us. Mostly uninhabited, they didn’t handle the destruction of Sol well. Consider them a reserve holding. “The moon of Titan, directed by the Inquisitor Kozilek. Occupied by several hundred Nephilim and supporting armies, and all the deepest secrets of the Inquisition. The Eidolons myself and Centurion.” He met your eyes for the quickest of moments, not mentioning the Eidolon Janus, the most secretive of all. “The flagship Olympus, primarily for command and control. The Minds Hera and shards of Athena. Loki, wherever she went off to. “We also have the Beast, still integrating the new armies from Elenora’s collection efforts. The ships are primarily Acheronic engines, so they’ll be the slowest, but they have perhaps a billion cloned or drafted troops. Untested, so far, but with good gear. The Black Priest Bricellus and his fanatics, Limosa and his aelfen engine. He’s been cloning and grafting elven brain matter. Not battle tested.” Huron raised his eyebrows a few times at that list. “My, you’ve been busy. For myself, I bring the fleets that survived the Battle of Terra, and whatever corsairs I collected on the way. Primarily naval focused, we’d be wasted on ground invasions. Perhaps two thousand fallen Nephilim, two and half billion pirates of various sorts. They aren’t very disciplined, but they have a certain ferocity to them.” Carmilla met your eyes. “Our fleets have grown quite a bit as well. Our ships use Athenian technology, faster than any Imperial, and we’ve been mass producing them for years. Perhaps three to four thousand naval ships and their support craft, any one of which could handle an old Imperial battlefleet. The simulations have been very confident.” You grimaced. “They would be. Most everything is untested, sounds like.” Huron shook his head. “My faction is extremely hardened. Raiding for decades or centuries, quite a lot of capable people.” “But won’t follow orders.” “Guidelines, more like.” “I may need to take a couple hours and replace their brains with machines.” “Please don’t.” “Of course not. It would take more time than that.” He paused, moved past it. “The target, well. Janissary Space has the Wall, which has held off most any battle fleet that approached, pirates included. Only group to bypass it was the Devourer, and they fell to the armies on the other side. We tentatively think something like Olympus could sneak by it, but not all of our fleets.” He considered his words. “We’ve identified seven … nodes, or bulwarks in the wall, and think that if those were sabotaged, we could go force on force.” You narrowed your eyes. “But…” “But, they are weird as hell, frankly. Normal space doesn’t work like it’s supposed to there, nor does Acheronic space. Any scouts that show up will be fighting the unnatural laws of whatever is there, as well as meeting the vast fleets nearby. Consul knows those are the pivot points, and they are heavily defended.” Huron frowned. “I never fought him, you understand, you’d have to ask Centurion for the personal assessment, but his reputation is very good. And he’s been building and preparing for ten thousand years.” Fabiyan had an expression you didn’t recognize. “What worlds?” “Hm? Oh.” Huron gestured, a galactic map arising into the air, seven points highlighted. “Here you are.” He nodded slowly. “Those are aelf planets. Like Agatha’s World, where Gorgon ascended.” He met your gaze. “And I lost you.”
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Loel posted:Like Agatha’s World  Let's, uh, not do that. Do the janissaries have any other enemies we can call on? Maybe we can get someone else to hit them from behind and take the heat off.
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Send a singular diplomatic harbinger to the Janissaries then reach for where our little AI helpers have scurried off to. Lets see what the landscape looks like.
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Grouchio posted:I cannot believe this is back. How are the Tyrannid hordes? Loki's collected all the Tyranids and Orks at Golgotha and put a temporal trap around them. Near infinite numbers of organic predators are building lattices the size of planets across a cubic lightyear of space and fighting for eternity.
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Ohone would be aware that the Athenian Technocracy had (had being the operative word here) a highly successful and very unpleasant technomancer called Roarc Elfreaper whom Oneoh obliterated during her purges. His research should still be within her records, or potentially stored within the imprint of Roarc that Oneoh kept in her memory palace. Whether that place has been affected by the temporospatial meld is entirely up in the air, entire swathes of her personal knowledge and research could be destroyed. She also has access to the Empyrean Vitiation Engine research Sebekh used to thin the veil at Golgotha allowing daimonic forces through, as well as the counter-Acheronic versions developed and tested later. Sooner rather than later Ohone needs to look inwardly and come to terms with everything she has gained from the temporospatial merge, hereafter called Completion. Right now I'm sure all three voices have their own ideas as to what they want to do on a strategic level. More immediate than anything is the need to show no weakness in the face of this assault by Janissary forces. It might even behoove us to make it seem like we're striking more rashly than we otherwise might, a feint to make Consul underestimate our ability. That said, he's the greatest tactical mind of the past ten millennia and I don't think we have anywhere near the skill needed to sell that. We could try brute forcing it, but even with Athenian Technocracy tech and a newfound talent for sorcery I don't think reality is going to act the way we want within range of those seven worlds. If spacetime is affected within range of those worlds, there are only two groups I can think of who could truly offer an advantage because I'm not sure how those reality rending/bulwarking spires Sebekh created will work; aelfkind, and the Cruac. Toughy posted:We have three flagships right? The Beast , Hurons ship and the technonancy flagship, why not crank up the clone vats again and make some blank Kriegs while suring up defense patrols and figure out that wall? Unrelated to anything else, Technonancy has me loving rolling at the idea of servitors having handbag slapfights. Yes though, the Beast/Dragon has the clone vats within which Bricellus grew the genehanced clones that became the Excoriators (and the aelf clones that Limosa used the brains from); the Empiricist (AT flagship) and the Reclamator class Annexation Fleet flagship the Indomitable as well as a swathe of the Annexation Fleet's support vessels have accelerated cloning and enhancement labs for replacing their forces, both conventional and specialised. edit: It just so happens if you read past posts that Oneoh joined up with Annexation Fleet 08, commanded by Magos Prime Haradrius Van Vaal. He's one of the Athenian Technocracy's pre-eminent specialists wrt combining sorcery and technology, replicating sorcery with technology, and combating sorcery with technology. Hexenritter fucked around with this message at 07:45 on Sep 28, 2020 |
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Loel posted:Loki's collected all the Tyranids and Orks at Golgotha and put a temporal trap around them. Near infinite numbers of organic predators are building lattices the size of planets across a cubic lightyear of space and fighting for eternity. 
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Sep 28, 2020 07:50
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Grouchio posted:So the hive mind being the size of a supercluster is non-canon then? All the nids within the local cluster, not all the nids..... 
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Sep 28, 2020 07:52
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Gotta save something for Arc 12
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Hopefully eons of accelerated time within a closed system with limited energy and organic material will...persuade the two biohazardous parasitic races to mellow out a little. Myabe not be so killy stabby blastey eatey...
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