RPG: Enroaching Darkness

[123defacto]

We need more rpg'ers and later maybe a database

[Ghelae]

-- Ice Planet, Lixis Galaxy --

The crew of the Renu fell three metres onto the rocky surface of their destination. They were on a beach lightly covered in ice and sand. Lifeless, yes. There was no evidence of any life on the ground - in fact, there was barely enough oxygen in the atmosphere to support the explorers.
Then they all looked into the sky. A large space station or stationary starship hovered about three hundred metres up, spewing green particles out of its engine end which drifted slowly downwards. The entire structure seemed to be made out of old bits of technology from the home galaxy, joined together to make something new in this galaxy. Around the craft was an unusual but familiar sight - a flotilla of Grox starships.

Maybe they're attacking the station, thought Tarid. That would explain why it seems to be damaged. But why aren't they firing now? Of course! That's the abandoned base! The Grox must be trying to steal the alien technology inside... Before he could discuss the matter with his crewmembers, a green beam emerged from the structure, captured the entire team, and quickly drew them up into the sky.

[123defacto]

Argh!!

Why didn't you say anything about the Puffey in the grox alliance epilogue!!

NER'KARA ASTEROID FIELD
The crescent had reached the asteroid field's outer perimeter.
``Rodian Ner'kara mining station, unknown puffeyan ship, please identify yourselves.``A voice said.
``On screen.``Kelapuff said.
``Only audio,```Palik said before he fell and broke his leg AGAIN
``Unknown Puffeyan ship, please leave immediatly`` the voice said a little bored.
``Heyhey, first we want some answers.`` Kelapuff said.
``LEAVE OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE`` the voice said.
``We won't leave until we know what is going on here!``Kelapuff demanded.
a split second later a very large antimatter missile was launched.
``Shields!``
Big-Badaboooooooooom
``Shields are down``Tralin-Gala said.
``Great!`` Kelapuff said.
No missile came.
Kelapuff waited.
No missile came.
Kelapuff waited some more.
Still no missile.
``Why aren't we itsy-bits yet?``Kelapuff asked.
``The loading unit of the missile launcher seems to be destroyed.`` Tralin-Gala said.
``What?``
``Which isn't strange, since this station became non-operational 2000 years ago(he said 800 years, but puffey years are longer)`` tralin-gala said.
``Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??``Kelapuff said.
``It seems that we have travelled in time``Tralin-Gala said.
``Hmmmmmm, why not send down a Boarding team? something exciting may happen...`` Kelapuff said.
``I see that you are well educated in sci-fi movies captain... Do you also like startek Voyager, or do you prefer TOS... maybe SG-1? i always liked that.``Kelapuff could swear that he saw Tralin-Gala smile faintly.
``Tralin-Gala, youre with me. Get security captain Gralynchüv, Chief engineer Kelorin and Ensign Brolik. We are going down there. BYOR``Kelapuff said.
``BYOR?``Tralin-Gala said.
``Bring Your Own Rifle``Kelapuff said.
``Aaaaah. I see.``

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by 123defacto

Argh!!

Why didn't you say anything about the Puffey in the grox alliance epilogue!!

OOC: Erm... to be honest... I forgot.
Actually, looking back, it seems as if I implied that they became extinct.
However, you've mentioned in this RPG that the Federation only came into contact with the Puffey 50 years ago, that would mean that the Puffey would not have been discovered for another 150 years after the History Channel special in the Epilogue was recorded. I'm guessing the 50 was a mistake (since the story you were talking about was part of The Grox Alliance), but still, it's a good enough justification for me.

By the way, if 30 Puffey years is 50 Earth years, then 2000 Earth years is 1200 Puffey years (or, if 800 Puffey years is 2000 Earth years, then 50 Earth years should be 20 Puffey years).

I see that you are well educated in sci-fi movies captain... Do you also like startek Voyager, or do you prefer TOS... maybe SG-1? i always liked that.

So the Puffey have extensive knowledge of Human sci-fi... hmm...

-- Ice Planet, Lixis Galaxy --

When the crew of the Renu rediscovered their consciousness, the first thing they heard was the noise of weapons fire. A Grox Drone, holding a strange-looking weapon, leaned over the awakening aliens and asked:
"Are you going to help us, then?"
"Wh... what?" asked Captain Tarid.
"Help us? I assume that's what you're here to do. I sensed some thoughts in your mind about helping the inhabitants of this Station. That's us."
"But... but you're Grox!"
"Hmm?" The Drone looked confused. "And these are our enemies, firing at us. Will you help?"
Tarid stood up. "Very well." He lifted up his railgun and clenched his lightning sword, and stepped into the firing line of the enemy aliens.
One of his crewmembers, a Skipey, questioned his decision. "Are you sure this is a good idea? Helping the Grox?"
"I've never met a Grox like this one. And if we don't help them, these... enemy aliens will no doubt start attacking us. I think. It's a risk I'm willing to take."
As another squad of aliens moved into the smoke-filled corridor, Tarid fired his gun. A missile sped down the hallway and exploded. The weapons fire stopped. The explorers and the Grox waited for another half a secton, and when no more troopers arrived, they started walking down the corridor to where the bodies lay.
Bellatharx Xenobiologist C'trax inspected the burnt corpses. "Bananaz," he said, "by the looks of it. They really seem to travel about a lot. Still holding their favourite plasma pulsers."
Tarid turned to the Grox. "So, what are Grox doing all the way out here in another galaxy?"
"Oh, are you from the Sporexid Galaxy?"
"Is that what you call it? We just call it home."
"We are descendants of travellers from the... the Home Galaxy, who travelled here about twenty million years ago."
"You seem more peaceful than the Grox we know of."
"We have little to fear out here. At any given time in the Home Galaxy, there were about 1300 Empires from Spodist seed threatening to destroy us at any given moment. In this galaxy, we are the leaders of a galactic Republic. There are only two Spodespawn species around here. One of those are the Bananaz, who arrived five hundred years ago. They were a part of our Republic, but then last year, after our spacefleet arrived too late to defend them from an attack by a Xynax saucer, they decided to rebel against us."
"Xynax?"
"It's a long story. It will be explained to you at the Conference in a while. You don't happen to have any pink geodes on you at the moment, do you?"

[123defacto]

In the post before this Tralin-Gala stated that the crescent travelled in time. The crescent was probably teleported to this time lots of years before the history channel show, and with the others, that are just mateematical errors


RODIAN MINING STATION
(forgot what it was called XD)
Donk, donk, donk
Crackling sounds were heard everyone, and the emergency lights was almost out of energy.
``Tralin-Gala, what is that?``Kelapuff said.
``Get down!``Tralin-Gala said and pulled himself and kelapuff behind some old empty barrels.
A green laser shot missed kelapuff and hit ensign Brolik in his stomach, killing him instantly.
``Why does always the ensigns die?``Kelapuff asked.
``Because no key person can die and that would disrupt the entire tv show.`` Tralin-Gala said before he armed his energy rifle and shot 3 pulses.
Something fell to the ground.
``Beam us back`` Kelapuff said on the intercom.
``Beaming... Argh!! The stupid console just zapped me!``Palik said.
``Palik, are you ok?``Kelapuff asked.
``I'm sorry captain, but something is stopping the energizing process... i need some time to find the source...``palik said.
``Let's move on, leave bbrolik here, we get him later.``Kelapuff said.
``Captain`` Tralin-Gala said with his you better see this tone.

And see you next time on The Crescent chronicles!!

Story Writer 123 defacto
Action creator 123 DEFACTO!
Spaceship and species design Defacto 1.2.3
Trademark Defacto Productions
Character design The Defacto 123

[Ghelae]

OOC: Why hasn't Stitch posted here since Wednesday?

-- Planet Cthon, Taire system --

A silvery glimmer appeared in the sky.
Purple beams of light struck several buildings in the spaceport below.
The silvery glimmer disappeared from the sky.
And the spaceport was no more.

-- Starship Republic in the Lixis Galaxy --

Repairs had finished to the space station's engines and it could once again travel through space. Its interstellar drive whirred into life and it finally left the ice planet over which it had been hiding from the Bananaz.
The Republic, as it was called, was the flagship of the eponymous Republic fleet. It was build by the Bananaz using technology that they had brought from their homeworld, modified and taken over by the Grox and eventually damaged in battle against its creators in a nearby system. A boarding party had sneaked on board but had since been expelled, and so the Republic was back on its way to the galactic capital.
During transit, the crew of the Renu were being informed on the state of affairs in their current location.
"And now, we are on the way to Ecumenopolis in order to meet with the new Bingfish arrivers who left the Sporexid Galaxy 500 years ago, at what you are telling us was the outbreak of the Great Grox War?"
"Yes." replied Tarid. The Grox leader turned to leave. "Oh, and just one question: What are the 'Xynaxes'?"
The Grox turned back. "Ah. The Xynaxes... there are records of them in your home galaxy, are there not? In the documentation for an artefact known as the 'Pink Geode'? They claim to come from 'the Girdo Galaxy'. In their language, 'Ger'to' means 'conquered'. I think that should tell you all you need to know about them for now."
"Actually-"
"Well, we're approaching Ecumenopolis now. I'm needed on the bridge."

[123defacto]

What happened to stitch?

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by 123defacto

What happened to stitch?

On his profile page, it says that his last activity was on the 15th... last Thursday.

[123defacto]

Great!

Now we are 2... this rpg is really big!

[Ghelae]

It doesn't suprise me really. Stitch left for a while every so often back when we were doing The Grox Alliance. Why he leaves when there are people relying on him to post is something I don't know. In fact, I don't know why he leaves full stop.

[Stitch1200]

OOC: I leave cos im banned every so often by my parents


--Ataris prime--

The next few months on ataris prime were spent in construction of a huge star fleet. Ten millions fighters 1 million Captal ship an Old Justicicus Flagship Called The empirors Fist Were preped for Battle. The Mystic Hawk was one of the lead ships. 5 Million Dropships containing death Watch Teams of Aspect worriers Were loaded onto The Capital ships And All avalible people On ataris prime was prepared for war. This Was Going to be one Heck of a battle.

2 Months later the tyranid ships arived.Thay filled the skys of Vesticon, a beautiful garden planet, withing 2 Days the whole planet was a barren rock. the Rogiod fleet Came to meet the nids A few days From Ataris prime. An Almighty battle began

The Drop Ships on The mystic hawk Were aimed at 5 Diferent hive ships and Launched Veldiks face peeled back as the acceliration Shot him And the rest of Task force Iota Into The main hive ship. The pod opened And The Tak force climed out. Alomost imediatly the Squad was attacked by a dozen Hormagaunts. You had to feel sorry for the gaunts. Thay were torn appart. The squad moved forward and turned a corner to see a carnifex Finish of another squad. it turned its have and, with a Defaning Roar It charged the hole leanth of the corridor in 5 strides and bowled into the squad. Iota was ready however And soon dispached the monster. thay proceded forward and turned another corner to find A broodlord And Genestalers chargeing at them full pelt. With a defaning cry Ray Shouted "Burn them Sacom!" and a blistering Torrent of fire incinerated the genestaelers The broodlord however was still alive and proceded to atack iota! The Brood lord punced At Lor'em Only to find some thunder claws in its belly.
" Thanks Jet" Lor'em said. Jet just nodded And sprinted down the corridor into and aproaching Squad of Gaunts. The rest folowed. With the gaunts pollished off thay proceded to charge into a room. it was a storage chamer. the Tyranids Hung from the walls in pods. "Mine them" Ray Ordered. The squad proceded to plant mines around the room And Ran down into and aporaching Sqaud of HormagauntsThe Hormagaunts Fell Quickly But Kelrak Was wounded. He actived his teleported and beamed out. then Veldik Seanced something. "barzul" he Swore "Zoanthropes!" A FEw CAm roun the corner. "well Lets Smash there big brains Out" said lor'em. "Wait" cried Veldik But Lor'em had already Engaged them. He cried out as thay broke his mind and flung him away. he only just managed to beam out. Veldik Muttered a spell laced with the 9 Death words and Launched it at The Zoanthropes. It Failed. Epicly. The only way to kill it was a mind war. Veldik Launched his Consiousness at The zoanthropes There mental defeces were flawless. he couldn't get in. The thay wavered and he broke through! Instantly he was imersed into the entrie Tyranid race again and He Again knew all. The he Was jercked out and He remembered to break there minds, witch he did with great difcultty. he thenRetreated into his mind and saw the zoanthropes Lain on the floor Dead. " He celebrated Until he saw what had happened. A HHive tyranid had slain them To distract Him while the Hive mind Destroyed him. he realised how lucky he was. One more seconed in there and he would have been a goner. The hive tyrant was angrey the its masters plan had failed and proceded to tear and atack the gruop. veldik charged into battle and ran Up the wall onto the ceiling and fliped onto it The hive tyranid Simply Raored and flicked its lash wip up and caught Veldik It the throagh him in to a squad of Hormagaunts. Veldik Spun his double powersword and Beheaded 12 Horma's And The blasted the others away. mean wihile the hive tyranid Had converget onto the rest of the squad And atacked them. Only to be driven back by sacoms Flamer.then Ray pounced and stabed it in the side And Jet Started To slalalalala up with his energy claws. it died when Ray poped its head Whith his shuriken launcher. its body fell dead on the floor. thay were about to procede when There coms said
"zZtttt This is Craft World Brisingr, The tyranids have broken through. repat the tyranids Have broken through. Get Out of there. Reapet GET OUT OF THERE!" Task force IOTA Looked at each other and As One telepoirted to Brisingr. It was over. Atrais Prime was Lost. Thay looked back at there home and thought of how they had to live in the craft world from now on. thay had saved every thing thay could and left in a craft world (Basicly an Artificial worlf thay can move through space.) Then thay saw the Needle Missile launch. Veldik Shead a Tear. The Needle Mission drilled into the planet and stayed there Dormant Untill the 'nids had Taken the planet. Then It exploded. The planet impoded and killed all the nids. The Rogiods were now wanderers....




Wat an Epic uber post!

[Shrooblord]

OOC: I read the first two posts and the latest post, but couldn't bother reading an hour worth of other posts, so please excuse me if I'm missed out on things. I'll make up some excvuse for not knowing what's going on.

IC:

A huge flash of light suddenly lights the always so dark Spider Nebula. Seconds later, the Shrooblord Mothership is instantly warped into this dimension. Not knowing what just happened, Commander Shrooblord looks at the monitors. He is pondering what to do next, when a crew member steps up to him.
"Commander Shrooblord, sir. Meek reporting. What's our status?", he sais.
"I have no idea where we are or how we got here. We were near that planet and fighting of endless waves of Grox ships. Or at least, that's the last thing I remember. The next thing I knew, we were here.", Shrooblord replied.
"That is what all of us have experienced, sir. Readings show we are inside a diffrent Galaxy now. We don't know our exact location, but we think we are close to a star orbited by a planet known as Ataris Prime."
"What in the name of Spode just happened?" Shrooblord went on.

Shrooblord decided there is no use thinking about their fate, so he decided to head towards Ataris Prime. Upon arrival, the crew of the Shrooblord Mothership were in for a big fight again, but they did not know it yet, for they were at the wrong side of the star system. Had they been just a few lightyears to the other side, the Spider Nebula would not have blocked their vision. Alas, it was not so and the Shrooblord crew were ambushed by a large amount of Tyranid Ships. They were later escorted to a barren planet.

Meanwhile, in the cockpit, a video broadcast was received. A long-faced turqoise head appeared on the screen. (OOC: I have no idea what Tyranids look like)
"Y... of... et... ahn. Be... re... ion." the monitor pronounced. The transmission then ended.
"Meek, can you repeat that transmission?", Shrooblord asked.
"Yes, sir. We can recall last received message... All done. I'm tweeking the video's wavelength for better reception."
A few minutes later, the long face became understandable. The crew horrored at the sound that they were hearing. This is what the transmission said:
"You are in the presence of the great Shikahn. Be aware that your time has come, intruders. You shall be taken to the nearby Outpost where you shall await your execution."
The Tyranid had a horribly dark and eery voice that made getting this news even more terrible. The crew was in despair. Shrooblord asked the monitoring crew to check if they could broadcast a call for backup.
"The hostile fleet has disabled our communications, sir. And even if it hadn't, remember we are in a diffrent Galaxy now, and that any hope for rescue is minimal."
"We cannot give up. Search on all wavelengths. There must be a frequency at which we can broadcast an emergency signal."
And indeed there was. The Shrooblord Mothership broadcasted a destress call to the Universe. It was only more horrid that the signal would never leave the system. You see, the Spider Nebula produced so much radiation that it blocked the signals. But all was not lost, for beyond the knowledge of the Shrooblord Mothership's fleet, there was another space-faring Empire just around the corner on planet Ataris Prime. It was only to hope that that Empire would receive the transmission and be compassionate enough to rescue the crew from the clutches of this evil Tyranid assault force.

Perhaps... even the fate of the Grox would be of influence to this battle. For not only did the Shrooblord Mothership warp into this strange new dimension, but as too did the Grox. And not only that, but the Grox had been teleported to the nearby star system of Vertigo, not even 15 parsecs away. It would only be a matter or time before they would install their Black Hole Manipulation Device, a wretched machine that can turn stars into Black Holes, and threaten the very existance of this whole Galaxy.

To be continued...

[Ghelae]

OOC: For some reason, I seem to feel like I'm starting to lose interest in this RPG. Maybe it's the fact that the backstory has both the Grox and the Tyranids rising to their earlier power despite being completely wiped out 500 years earlier by a far superior force that has persisted for the whole time since... maybe it's the fact that the storylines in the RPG seem to be completely unrelated - as in, even The Grox Alliance had more cohesion between the stories, and they all seemed to have a central focus in the Grox... maybe it's the...
No, wait...
Actually, I'm pretty sure it's the contrived and next-to-discontinuitous premise. Oh, well.

Which reminds me, Shrooblord, why didn't you participate in The Grox Alliance? Oh, and don't worry about the Tyranids, Stitch will fill you in.

Oh, and Stitch, why do your parents ban you?

Anyway, on with my story...
(Huh? Yeah, I said I was starting to lose interest. So what?)

-- Ecumenopolis, Lixis Galaxy --

The meeting with the Bingfish arrivals had gone down well. Both the Bingfish and the crew of the Renu were suprised at how friendly these Grox seemed towards the aliens compared to the vicious Grox Empire's attitude back in the home galaxy.

Captain Tarid ran and quickly caught up with the Grox leader whom he had been pressing for information ever since his arrival on the Republic.
"Hey! HEY!" The Grox turned back around, and his vocal implants seemed to make a little robotic sigh. "The Xynaxes. Tell me more!"
"Fine." replied the cyborg. "The Xynaxes... well, to be honest, we don't know much about them."
"Tell me what you do know, then."

"Okay. Hmm. Hundreds of millions of years ago, an alien race evolved on a planet about nine thousand parsecs from here. They had a brutal civil war, and the victors were a group calling themseles the Ix Zinak-su - 'The Superior-lives'. The elite caste of this species, composed of high-ranking Zinak-su, started to make improvements on their bodies with cybernetics, like the Grox. But they went further. After thousands of years, each 'Zinax' (as they were now called) was almost completely machine, only a small biological organism residing inside a central spherical shell. On the outside were powerful weapons and devices. A single Zinax could lay waste to an entire planet in a matter of hours.
"This, however, resulted in extreme power consumption. They used small pink crystals mined from their homeworld as a power source, but it was not enough. Soon, they began to run out. They travelled around the galaxy to other planets, forcing the locals to mine crystals for them or be exterminated.
"Eventually, they ran out there too. So, not long before the founding of the first Galactic Federation, they attacked your home galaxy. They found a small planet, Artes, which had trillions of these little pink crystals, locked away in geode form.
"The Xynaxes shipped away billions of these crystals back to their homeworld - so many, in fact, that I doubt they've used them all up now. But eventually, the Grox Empire decided that this valuable resource was being wasted by these aliens. So they blockaded the planet and sent a Planet Buster down."

"Ooh." replied Tarid.
"Don't worry. It got better. It's a long story."
"And this isn't?"
The Grox rolled his single organic eye. "The Xynaxes there were all destroyed, the Grox fleet suicidally staying there to distract them and prevent them from leaving.
"Then, when we arrived here, the Xynaxes recognised our species and held us responsible for minimising their crystal profits and destroying their people... as if you could call them that. There was a war. The oppressed species of the galaxy joined us, and a force of a million ships eventually beat back the Xynaxes to the distant edges of the galaxy. But now, they're back for revenge. And they want crystals."

[Stitch1200]

--Craft world brisingr--

"Barzul! What the hell just happened" Shouted Veldik. I was casting about in space with my mind And suddenly BLAM A Load of Alien minds! What Happened"
"We have a load of backround Radiation And A HUGE ship Just Appeared on the sensors. Its Right next to the 'nids aswell There going to die! We HAVE to help them. Oh and ontop of that A LOAD of Grox appeared Right By Them." Reaplied the Ensin.

The Rogoid Leader was Soon Informed And He said " We Must help these Aliens. Thay May be good allieys in times to come and if not then atleast thay won't turn on us. However Since we don't know it thay are Tyranid Or Grox, We must arm all fighters and be prepared. Turn the craft world around. We must destroy the Tyranids And Help these poor souls."


Shrooblord here is the Tyranid wiki Read and learn: Tyranids - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[Ghelae]

-- Planet Artes, 210 million years ago --

While the Screebles and the Greevils and hundreds of other races were unimportant little creatures scurrying and skittering through the forest floors of their various homeworlds, the Xynaxes and the Grox were at war. About one hundred Xynax saucers were on the planet Artes, mining the precious Artesian gemstones found just below the topsoil. Artes itself was a barren planet, home to no more than a few shrubs and insects. It's sky was permanently dark and cloudy, yet the ground was mostly desert.
Nothing on the planet, insect or Xynax, was aware of the fate that was about to befall them.
For a few minutes, the sun's light broke through the clouds and shone along the valley where the Xynax machines were working. Then the valley was in shade again. Not by clouds, but by starships in the distance blocking out all light. Everything went black - or, more accurately, a dark shade of mauveish-grey.
The Xynaxes went back to their ships, preparing for evacuation. For all the gadgets and accessories on their outer shells, the Xynaxes did not have any faster-than-light travel capabilities. The Xynax saucers fired up their engines and started to leave the planet, but it was too late.

The Grox had arrived.

[Shrooblord]

OOC:

I have completely lost sense of what is going on here. All posts begin with some underlined planet name and time, and then something... random happens? Where is everybody? I have a feeling that Stich is right where I am, but Ghelae is somewhere completely diffrent... Oh well, that's what you get for bumping into the story in the middle. >.<

Erm, I thought I did participate in another RPG? There were Grox, and you were able to control them, and the last thing I remember posting there is that a lot of ships started coming up and the Shrooblord Mothership was in serious trouble - actually, chrashing, as I believe. But nevermind that.

And for those Tyranids... I think I'm going to keep my description for this Tyranid. He can be an Overlord Tyranid or whatnot. I don't really care. If you don't like my Shikahn character being a Tyranid, then I can transform him into something else instantly.

IC:

Hope was dwindling. It was only a matter of time before the Mothership would be landed on a strange, barren planet. This would be the end of the Shrooblord Empire, or at least, for the Shrooblord Empire in this part of the Universe. Spode knows where the rest of the Shrooblord Empire was, probably still fighting off hordes of Grox Ships in another dimension.

"Captain, incoming object from beyond the star!" Meek reported.
"It looks like it's big! Really, really big."
"Then let's hope it is the enemy of these Tyranid creatures. If they aren't, we are about to be in more trouble than ever before." Shrooblord replied.
About an hour later, the Rogoid ship was blocking off sunlight. All went dark. For the Shrooblord crew on this ship, it meant that they were truely lost. They saw it as a sign of Spode leaving them. Of course, this was not the case. The Rogoid ship had just positioned itself akwardly infront of the star, blocking off light.


Meanwhile, in the Vertigo system...

The ship was catching fire as it was drawing nearer and nearer to the planet's surface.
"All systems down! CPU overload! Imminent collision with object in T minus thirty seconds!" the ship cried.
"BZZZRK! STATUS REPORT." ordered a dark, small and cudly figure.
"Shields down. Engines down. Escape capsules out of order." the monitor replied.
"NINE-NINE...IMPOSSIBLE. DOES NOT COMPUTE WITH SYSTEM DESIGN. SHIP HAS NO FLAWS. ZZZT!"
"CPU failing. Shutting down." the monitor said, turning itself off.
The ship went dark. The strange creature turned around.
"SOLDIER. REPORT."
"OUR SUDDEN APPEARING IN THIS NEW GALAXY HAS CAUSED SHIP MALFUNCTIONS. ZZZT! SYSTEM OVERLOADED. WE WILL CH-CH-CHRASH INTO THE NEARBY PLANET."
"THEN I SUGGEST WE SET UP OUR EMERGENCY BRACE-FOR-IMPACT POSITIONS."
"WILL SPREAD COMMAND ACROSS SHIP."

The little bear-like cyborg limped toward the intercom, which was actually still an old model, to the crew's luck. For had it been upgraded to modern versions, it would not have functioned due to the power failure. The old version, however, spread sound via pipes throughout the ship. This is what they said:
"WARNING. INITIATE EMERGENCY PLAN DELTA-4. NINE-NINE FOUR--! GROX COMMANDER, OVER."
The whole Grox crew curled up into a little ball, which they were able to do due to good evolution benefits.

As the ship rushed through the planet's stratosphere, the ship began burning up. Parts started falling off the ship and the ship was split into three pieces. All pieces would chrash into far away located places on the planet, which would by far later cause trouble. But now the only thing that the Grox would have to worry about is how they would survive the impact, and further more, how they would survive this atmospherical enviroment. As we all know, air and water are like poison to The Grox. And this planet was full of it.

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by Shrooblord

Erm, I thought I did participate in another RPG? There were Grox, and you were able to control them, and the last thing I remember posting there is that a lot of ships started coming up and the Shrooblord Mothership was in serious trouble - actually, chrashing, as I believe. But nevermind that.

OOC: No, I've checked, and I don't think you ever posted in The Grox Alliance. Oh well. Maybe you took part in another RPG at some point somewhere. Maybe I should check again...

I have completely lost sense of what is going on here. All posts begin with some underlined planet name and time, and then something... random happens? Where is everybody? I have a feeling that Stich is right where I am, but Ghelae is somewhere completely diffrent... Oh well, that's what you get for bumping into the story in the middle. >.<

OOC: That's basically it.
Okay, let me explain the entire backstory behind this RPG:

At the end of the Great Grox War in The Grox Alliance, the Grox and Tyranids had been completely destroyed (or so it seemed) and a new Galactic Federation rose to power and the galaxy was at peace for 500 years.
But, somehow (I've no idea how), the Tyranids suddenly returned, simultaneously attacking hundreds of planets in the Federation. The Grox rose back to power while the Federation were too busy to notice any new threats forming, and both the Tyranids and the Grox soon disrupted galactic society and the Federation collapsed. This RPG is about various remnants of the Federation working to restore the Federation, or maybe just survive in a turbulent galaxy.

Stitch's story is just simply a species fighting in the front lines against the Tyranids in the Third Arm (two around clockwise from Earth's arm, known as the "First Arm" in this RPGverse).

123defacto's story is set in the First Arm and is about some time-travelling adventures with something to do with Rodians and Grox and ruined starships. It's time travel, and because of that, it's confusing. Maybe Defacto'll clear it up for you soon.

My story is about the crew of a starship who participated in an experimental project to allow instantaneous interstellar travel, which is why they're in another galaxy. There are Grox there as well, and they're the good guys. They've been isolated from their home galaxy for twenty million years, so they don't hate living things as much as the Grox Empire. Oh, and there are some evil robots called Xynaxes.

[Shrooblord]

Originally Posted by Ghelae

OOC: No,
...
Xynaxes.

OOC:
Oh, thanks.
So, you three (is it three?) are the only ones that have made this story up?

Then let's get busy!

Which means: someone post please so I can continue. lol I can continue without you, but that's not very nice.

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by Shrooblord

OOC:
Oh, thanks.
So, you three (is it three?) are the only ones that have made this story up?

Then let's get busy!

Which means: someone post please so I can continue. lol I can continue without you, but that's not very nice.

OOC: Yep, it's only three of us making up stories so far. Or four of us, if you're included. Which I hope you are.

-- Planet Artes, 210 million years ago --

The Grox ships formed a geometric formation all around the planet. Thousands - if not millions - of starships, from enormous Probes to miniscule Attack Fighters, all aimed their turrets at the Xynaxes below, charged their weapons... and fired.

Missiles, bombs, pulses and every type of ordnance in the Grox arsenal fell downwards. Flames curled through the lower levels of the troposphere. However, nearly all of the Xynaxes were still alive. Their powerful guns worked as highly-effective point-defence systems, and only a few saucers had been destroyed in the initial bombardment.
The Grox armed their lasers. The Xynax saucers were not pleased at this, and retured fire. Hatches on the undersides of the Xynax ships opened, releasing 24 individual Xynaxes each - one remained on board each ship as a pilot. This may not have seemed like many, but there were around 90 saucers on the planet. And Xynax crystal lasers were powerful things.

In a few sectons, the skies were filled with green and purple lasers and vaporised Grox-hull, but there were still many Probes and Assault Craft for the Xynaxes to destroy. A command spead throughout the Probes - "Activate Protocol P/B-Delta."

Planet-busting antimatter topedoes flew downwards, impacting on the surface of Artes. The Xynax saucers desperately fought through the remainder of the Grox blockade, but to no avail. There were too many enemy ships, and a few seconds later, all but one saucer and one Probe - each on opposite sides of the planet - were no more.

The rest of the Xynaxes left the galaxy with their cargo, and went home. What happened between then and the arrival of the Grox explorers 190 million years later is still a mystery.

[Shrooblord]

OOC: So what is going on in your story? Is some character explaining to another character what happened? Okay, I think I get it. But where is your story? In another Galaxy, in another ARM of the Galaxy? I don't see how this adds up... it will take ages before these storylines come together. Or maybe... not. I have this little plot and if I'm aloud to execute my plan, all stories will join swiftly in just 2 of my posts. Mwhahahaha! ... Or not, if you object.

IC:

Leaving the Shrooblord crew in the star system of Vesticon, we travel 15 parsecs to see what is happening in the star system of Vertigo.

The heat got intenser by the minute, and the ship started shaking like a banana in the blender. Not that the Grox noticed a lot of this. You see, The Grox is a truely vile species. They have traded most of their emotions, except for anger and joy (in very rare moments a Grox creature can be happy), in for mechanical supremity. They also supressed feelings like pain and comfort to replace them with logics and algorhythms. Their internal CPUs, however, picked up the stress that the ship was going through and although they cannot feel real pain, a stabbing feeling was all over them.

One of the engines came chrashing through the windows of the bridge, and many Grox were sucked out of the ship.
"CLOSE AIRTIGHT LOCK!" the Grox leader yelped. But he had forgotten that the CPU of the main computer had shut down and the ship was out of power. Suddenly the ship began to shake and rattle more and more, until the eastern Command Center was seperated from the western Command Center and the bridge, and all flew off in diffrent directions. As the ship started losing more parts many more Grox followers were sucked out of the ship and died terribly, even for The Grox. The eastern Command Center chrashed into a mountain, just a small mountain, and split it in half. It came down on the ground with a chrash and even more Grox died, but that was not the end of it. Sharp rocks came raining down upon the survivors. Fifteen miles west, the western Command Center splattered apart onto the planet's giant ocean. Most of it was lost, but the rest of the ship bounced onto dry land. The bridge then came down as last, chrashing into the South Pole of the planet. Ice shattered and many of the remaining crew were killed instantly. Not at all a comfortable landing, but a few had survived. It was a true carnage.

Of all the parts of the ships that has chrashed, the western Command Center was the most unlucky. You see, the other two parts of the ships chrashed in extreme enviroments, which would mean trouble for me and you, but it meant home for The Grox. Yet this part of the ship had chrashed into the most pleasurable part of the planet, which meant being in a desert, in open space and trapped 100 miles underwater all at the same time to the Grox. As they gasped to breath, Meek shot a horrid laser into the skies which obliterated the atmosphere above them. Only a small hole, but large enough to let out air so they could breath again. The atmosphere soon closed up, and Meek had no mre ammunition, but it would take days before the air around them had restored to normal values and they would be in trouble again.

As for the other crew members, they all remained unconcious for quite some time. Quite some time indeed.

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by Shrooblord

OOC: So what is going on in your story? Is some character explaining to another character what happened? Okay, I think I get it. But where is your story? In another Galaxy, in another ARM of the Galaxy?

OOC: My storyline is currently taking place in another galaxy, where some travellers have become stranded.
The flashback scene to the Battle of Artes tells the story of an even that occured somewhere in what is now Grox Space, near the centre of the galaxy (the home galaxy, not the Lixis Galaxy that the travellers are stranded in).

I don't see how this adds up... it will take ages before these storylines come together. Or maybe... not. I have this little plot and if I'm aloud to execute my plan, all stories will join swiftly in just 2 of my posts. Mwhahahaha! ... Or not, if you object.

Well, the Republic (the ship travelling throughout the far-away Lixis Galaxy, and flagship of the Republic fleet) and the explorers inside it should find themselves back in the home galaxy before long. But if can find a way to bring them back soon, I don't think I'll mind too much. You might want to check your plans with Stitch and Defacto, though. They might want to keep their storylines pretty much seperate for now.

-- Introduction Room of the Starship Republic, orbiting Ecumenopolis --

"Here," said the Grox leader to the stranded crew of the Renu and the new Bingfish arrivals, "are the allied species that form the Republic."
On several seats around the room sat (for lack of better term) several alien representatives. The leader pointed to each alien in turn and explained what they had done for the Republic.
"Oracle:" he said, pointing to a strange floating fluidic creature that looked somewhat like a backlit nebula "Gave us this technology:" He lifted his gun in the air and pressed a button. A small jet of flame flew into the air. "This can extend for up to eighty metres. Perfect against Xynax shells inside a crowded starship.
"Bananaz:" he continued, pointing to several elongated yellow creatures, "Built this spaceship and most other ships of the fleet. There are some rebel Bananaz who dislike our Republic, but many have remained loyal to us.
"Pseudomorph: Their shapeshifting abilities are their most valuable gift to our forces. Never underestimate them."
He continued for several other species, including an invertebrate squid-like species, a mushroom-like race and what looked something like a robotic plant.

Suddenly, the Republic started to shake.
"What is it?" asked the Grox through his COMS. "Oh, okay." The shaking stopped as the inertial dampers and deflector shields came online. "We're under attack by the rebel Bananaz," he explained to everybody in the room. "And they've brought some Xynaxes with them."

[123defacto]

OOC: This is my background story
And the years are earthh years.
The PBS Crescent was built around 25 years after that the grox was wiped out.
It was of Explorer-3 class, a tactical explorer.
It was on an exploration mission in the far northeastern reaches of the first arm when it detected a wreckage.
But the strange thing was that it was rodian! I'm adding the species in the database thread.
When the crescent came back to Puffa (the puffey homeworld) it discpvered that their homeworld had a very large scar in it, and that the scorched ruins were'nt Puffey, they were grox!
The crew on the crescent discovered that they must have travelled forward in time, and that the grox had come back.
So, they went to a Rodian mining station to get some answers...

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by 123defacto

OOC: This is my background story
And the years are earthh years.
The PBS Crescent was built around 25 years after that the grox was wiped out.
It was of Explorer-3 class, a tactical explorer.
It was on an exploration mission in the far northeastern reaches of the first arm when it detected a wreckage.
But the strange thing was that it was rodian! I'm adding the species in the database thread.
When the crescent came back to Puffa (the puffey homeworld) it discpvered that their homeworld had a very large scar in it, and that the scorched ruins were'nt Puffey, they were grox!
The crew on the crescent discovered that they must have travelled forward in time, and that the grox had come back.
So, they went to a Rodian mining station to get some answers...

OOC: Okay, it all makes sense now.

[Shrooblord]

OOC: I can bring the storylines together if you want, but if you don't, then I don't have to. But I really don't see the point in four diffrent storylines (well actually three, as the Shrooblord Mothership and Stich's story are in the same location).

IC:

Meanwhile, near Vesticon...

A great ship came floating towards the Tyranid fleet. The Tyranids recognized the ship as a hostile force and started to aim and load all their defensive systems. As they were fireing upon the Ragoid ship, one of the lasers deflected off the surface of a nearby asteroid. Its orbit was changed and it came rushing towards the combat zone.

"Warning! Warning! Location in collision course with unidentified object! Collision set for five minutes!" the monitors cried.
Shrooblord shot up and gazed at the monitors, and then at the windows. He did this for some time until he realised what was happening.
"We have to get out of here! Meek! Status report!"
OOC: I just noticed... I accidentally included Meek in the Grox storyline. >.< That name was not supposed to be there and you should probably ignore it.
IC:
"Commander, sir. No way out. We're trapped between Tyranid forces and the asteroid. If we move, the Tyranids will be sure to destroy us with one shot of their missiles, but if we stay... the asteroid will obliterate us."
"Can we shatter the asteroid?"
"Negative, Commander. All our ammunition was lost in the great battle we just came from."
"Drat! ... Hmm. We have to be able to divert one of the Tyranids' missiles in our favour."
Then Shrooblord remembered the Magnetic Beam, a device he had recently installed.
"Meek, fire the Magnetic Beam. But be careful, don't fire it up too much, or the missile will come after us instead of the asteroid, and don't set the beam up too low, or we will not affect the missile's trajectory. We don't have enough energy for countless tries, so this shot is our only chance."

Meek walked over to the cannon, readied the beam and aimed. A bright green laser shot out of the Shrooblord Mothership and hit right on target. The laser was spot on, and the amount was exactly right. But little did the crew expect what was going to happen next. For luck was definately not on their side, as the asteroid happened to be made out of a lot of iron. The asteroid was pulled out of the missiles way and was now speeding towards the ship at a higher speed than ever.

"Impact in one minute and counting." the ship responded.
"Oh, dear. Spode, Spode where are you on this frightful day? We need thy help, oh lord of creation, for thy followers' lives art in jeopardy!" Shrooblord cried to the heavens. He did not really know in what direction he should cry, for there was no sky to cry at. So he cried at the thing that reminded him most of the sky, and that was the Spider Nebula. And it is then that Shrooblord discovered what would be their saviour.

[Shrooblord]

Huh? Double post? Bah, just my luck.