RPG: Enroaching Darkness

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by 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).

OOC: Well, the idea of everybody making their own storyline is based on the idea behind The Grox Alliance. Eventually, the stories merged in that RPG and eventually they should do in this one too.
But you can bring them together if you have a good idea of what to do. It doesn't bother me since I've done everything in the Lixis Galaxy that I really need to.

-- Battle of Ecumenopolis --

The defence force of the aptly-named city-planet of Ecumenopolis raced into action as the Bananaz ships opened fire on the Republic. High-powered autoblasters picked off the smaller fighters, but they were not going to be sufficient for the larger capital ships. Fortunately, the rest of the fleet managed to fend them off long enough for the Republic to escape.
Then, the Republic found itself followed by Xynaxes. Sixteen of them, to be exact. But they weren't firing, even though the autoblaster system was targeting them. Then, they set their plan in place. Picking up speed, the Xynaxes flew about three kilometres in front of the Republic, formed a circle and fired their weapons to a central point between them and the starship. The Republic was too large and going too fast to move out of the way. But it wasn't doomed. As the starship flew into the crystal lasers, all went black...

[Stitch1200]

--Ataris Prime--

" Launch fighters Capital ship and every thing we've got." Comanded the Rogoid leader calmly "dispach deathwatch teams to help the Aliens."

Imeadiatly Iota was teleported to the asteroids witch Sacom blew up. then they teleported into the Alien Ship the genestealers were swarming. Thay were gunned down. Iota moved forward as one and veldik Felt for the telltale Presence of the Broodlord. He found it and the squad diverted down a corridor hunting it. thay turned a corner and found It. unfortuatly it had 100 Genestalers with it. It stood at its fell hight and Screached seanding rifts of pshykik energy through the air. Veldik was Blasted away and Imobilised, struggleing to fight the streath of every tyranid there was. the the scream stopped And veldik fell to the floor. imeadiatly the genestealers converged on him. thay He stayed down until thay were close and then rose doing a riseing attack and killing those closest to him then he blasted the rest back with a pshykik burst. thay died. the broodlord pounced on him and tore at him with Dimond hard claws. Veldik deflected and lunched it up were Kelrak Shot him down with his heave Shruikan launcher. The rest of the genstealers Started to retreat and crawl into the walls, then thay stoped cocked there heads, as if thay were listerning to something and turned round and atacked again.
"Thay Should be reatreating!" Cried Lor'em "Why Arn't thay Falling back?!?!?"
Why thay wern't falling back came round the corner. it was a hive tyrant. It roared and Lashed its whip, entagleing Jet, who had tried to sneak up behind it And lifted him up. The the Whip suddenly fell apart And whrithed on the floor as veldik ran up the wall for another assult The hive tyrant was ready though and Blocked his Attack with its bone sword Then Gave Veldik A load of acid in retern But Veldik was to quick and ran on its back and stabbed its head The genestealers Screamed and Thrached as there master Fell convulsing. The Genestealers Were cut down by The others. thay made there way to the command room and found the aliens

Veldik said "Eka Comeent Unin Mor'ranr" I come in peace. This was in the anchient language So the beings understood it. Veldik Gave them a translator. Now thay could speak...

[Ghelae]

OOC: Just a short one... the Republic is returning to the home galaxy.

-- Battle of Ecumenopolis --

Where the sixteen beams met, a portal had opened up in space. The Republic sailed right through it, followed by the sixteen Xynaxes, then eight more, then a Xynax saucer. By the time the rest of the Republic fleet had noticed what had happened, the portal was closing.

On the other side, the Republic's sensors took about ten seconds to adject to its new surroundings, by which time the Xynaxes had entered their saucer and left the scene.
"Now," asked the admiral, "where are we?"
At that point, the crew of the Renu arrived at the bridge.

[Shrooblord]

OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, I hadn't realised there was already a page 3!

Stitch, what's going on? Is this Alien ship you're talking about the Shrooblord Mothership?

IC:

Leaving the Shrooblord Mothership, due to confusion, we return to the planet orbiting the star Vertigo, 15 parsecs from here...

Hours had passed and Krog (that's the name I was supposed to use, not Meek) was feeling weak. With no vacuum around him or no spaceship to board, his Grox companions were having trouble holding on. Krog was about to give up hope when he smashed his gun on the ground in rage. It splattered the soft and warm sand, dispearsing it in every direction. This was to great luck of The Grox, as here it revealed a shiny metal object of some sort. Krog started escavating this object and he soon came to see that the thing embedded in the ground was nothing more than a small cabin. Not too large, more of a janitor's closet-sized cabin. But it was a cabin. The Grox ship had chrashed violently and had shattered parts of itself everywhere. Here lay an airtight escape capsule.

Overjoyed (or as near to joy that a Grox can be) Krog called his fellow Grox survivors.
"SAVIOUR, SAVIOUR! CALCULATING CHANCE OF SURVIVAL -- 98%!"
They decided to take turns in the cabin, breathing some what was fresh air to them. Soon they had all regained strength and were making plans again. Many suggestions involved things like destruction and flying across stars killing everything, but Krog reminded them of the situation they were in. Then he came up with the idea to build a small encampment. If they could make a little base, they might be able to develop some way of contacting other survivors.

It took a few hours, but after a while the beginnings of a small camp started to emerge. Krog ordered a few people around here and there, and the camp was starting to flourish. Some Grox had come back with resources they could use to power processors, while others came back with a solution to create helpful devices.

Now rotating around the planet, we come back to the Grox leader, on the South Pole...

When he awoke, the Grox leader, named Kryone-1, found himself in the middle of a great white haze. To his delightment it was awfully cold, and the atmosphere above him was thin. He took a deep breath and started gathering the rest of the survivors.
"OUR FALLEN COMRADES SHALL NOT BE FORGOTTEN," he spoke, "BUT THEY MUST NOT BE WASTED. THEIR CYBORG PARTS MAY HELP US RECOVER AND THEIR BODIES WILL POWER OUR MAIN COMPUTERS."
Grim as the suggestion was, the Grox survivors all agreed and started gathering all the casualties. They took the ship parts they could recover with them and built a big computer-like device. Kryone-1 crawled into the wirey encasement of the computer and asked for some tools now and then. He came back all covered in oil, but as The Grox are cyborgs, this was actually a pleasure to the Grox leader.

It took a while to get the computer up and running, but when they got it working, they could calculate the location of all the other shipwrecks.
Kryone said the following:
"BASED ON IMPACT DATA AND LOCATION CALCULATION, WE NOW KNOW THE PLACE WHERE OTHER CREW MEMBERS-ERS-ERS HAVE CHRASHLANDED. WE MUST, TO OUR REGRET, CROSS A --ZZT-- OCEAN."
The crew shivered by the pronounciation of this last word.
"BUT DO NOT FEAR. THE COMPUTER HAS LOCATED WAYS OF EASILY CROSSING THIS DEATH PIT. WE --BROARK-- NEED NOT WORRY. SOON WE SHALL BE UNITED WITH THE REST OF THE SHIP'S CREW."

And so they worked on it. Building rafts and ships, The Grox started to find ways of crossing the trechourous seas. However, not all would go entirely as planned. For Epics realm even the surface of this planet, and The Grox would soon find out.

[Stitch1200]

OOC: Yes Shrooblord the Aliens are Shrooblords Its just that the Rogoids don't know that thay're Shrooblords do thay

[Ghelae]

-- Starship Republic, somewhere in space --

"There's an unusual concentration of black holes in this area." noted a crewman on the Republic's bridge.
Tarid ran over to the crewman's display. "We're a couple of parsecs from the Wastelands." he said.
"Back near home?" asked another Belatra.
"No. We're near to the Third Arm. Scanners aren't detecting much life around here. This must be where most of the Tyranids are concentrated. We're about 70 parsecs from the nearest imperial signature, just next to the Spider Nebula - not too many light years from where the Justicicus settled near the end of the Great Grox War. It's, umm... I can't quite make it out... Rogeoid? I don't think we should go that way, though. Place's swarming with Tyranids and Grox."
"Are there any other options that you know of?" asked the Grox admiral.
"Nope. It's called the 'Wastelands' for a reason. There's so much radiation that there's barely any life for forty parsecs from it."

[Shrooblord]

OOC: Stitch: So, you just barged in and had some of the Tyranids invade my ship, did you? Why? Oh well, ...

IC:

Leaving the Grox to their struggle for survival in the Vertigo system, we return to the constant clash going on in the Vesticon system...

"Shrooblord, Shrooblord!" a voice is heard from within the bridge.
"Shrooblord, it's the Tyranids, they have boarded the Shrooblord Mothership!", the voice, which was Meek's, said.
"Aboard the fleet that invaded our ship was something called the Broodlord!"
"Broodlord, you say?", Shrooblord replied, "I have heard of it. It is known throughout the Galaxy as a vile creature. Very powerful indeed. Any sign of help?"
"Actually, a strange alien race has managed to board our ship and is now attacking the Broodlord."
"Good heavens, does Spode no longer protect our ship? How did all these visitors get inside?"
"That would be my doing.", a dark voice replied.
Shrooblord and Meek turned their head to the doorway where the sound was coming from. A robot-like creature stepped into the bridge, where the guards instantly took aim of this stranger. They were blasted away with a slight raising of the stranger's hand. Out of the shadows stepped a vile red and yellow creature, with robot-like claws and armoured plates. On its stomach lied the destinctive sign of evil, a red eye with spikes all around it.
"It's The Gix*!" Shrooblord said.
And indeed it was. The Gix had somehow managed to climb aboard the ship earlier and rip a hole in the cargo room. Once there it had disabled all the ship's defence systems; this is why the magnetic cannon used earlier didn't have much ammunition. The Broodlord had soon found out and climbed aboard too, followed by the Rogoids.

The Gix gave a terrifying scream which shattered the control systems and the spirits of the crew.
"You will now be my prisoners.", The Gix continued, "And I shall take you to my Master."
And with those words he tied up the entire Shrooblord crew (which had become weakened by the scream earlier) and took them aboard his little ship. Shrooblord, however, managed to escape, but you will read about that later. The Gix's master was of course Darkness*, one of Phozar*'s finest Demons, which was located in the nearby Spider Nebula, not at all far from the location where the Shrooblord crew had suddenly emerged. Phozar had placed them there to start an assault on the nearby Rogoid forces, when they discovered the Shrooblord Mothership. It was at this time that one of the Gix crew members was sent to the ship, but it had arrived before they left the Spider Nebula, which destorted its presence on the radar.

And there the ship flew, off towards the Spider Nebula, with the entire Bridge crew aboard. Shrooblord managed to gnaw the tight ropes until they broke, but he could not do anything for quite some time, due to the constant observance of their Gix captivator.

*=
The Gix is a race of creatures, a prototype to The Grox, created by an evil being called Phozar, which can travel the dimensions and alter existance itself. Embedded with each creation he makes is The Mark of Phozar, an evil sign of his creation. See the picture for more detail. Darkness is one of Phozar's highest ranked Demons, just like Despair. They often fight his battles for him and command the creatures that he assigns to their will.

[Ghelae]

-- Starship Republic, en route to the Rogoid territories --

Everything had been explained to everybody on board the Republic and repairs had begun. In this state, it would be another couple of weeks before the Republic arrived at their destination.

-- Planet Heldes, halfway between the Wastelands and Grox Space --

Heldes was a volcanic planet, covered mostly in igneous rock but also with several rivers of lava running across its barren and boiling surface.
Two Xynax saucers entered the choking atmoshpere of the planet and settled down on an island of basalt somewhere in the southern hemisphere. Their work was about to start.

-- Galactic Core --

500 years earlier, towards the beginning of the Great Grox War, a being calling itself "Spode" left the centre of the galaxy for the first time in millions of years. It destroyed several Grox Probes, killed the last Grox Lord personally, and destroyed the rogue planet Zesinfire that even Planet Busters had no effect on.
That was 500 years ago. Half a millennium. And it was time to return.

[Shrooblord]

OOC: Oh, great! We're adding Spode to the story now!
(Note: that was absolutely NO sarcasm. I really like to see what's going to happen next.)
IC:

Vertigo system, 3 days later...

Many had died by the hands of vicious Epic seamonsters, which lived in giant underwater dwellings beneath the sea's surface (lol, underwaterstage suggestion. Personally, I'm against the water stage, but it's of good use in RPGs). Kryone-1 looked upon the shores they had arrived on. All was quiet and still. He had designed a vacuum helmet for him and his crew to wear for surviving the hostile nature of this planet. He was a smart Grox creature, which is why he had become the leader of a great Grox ship. Soon he had counted all the survivors and many were still alive, yet dozens had perished. He spoke to the surviving crew members as follows:
"GROX BRETHERIN. I CALL UPON YOU THIS GRIM DAY FOR THE CALCULATION OF NEXT MOVEMENTS. OUR NEXT OBJECTIVE... --ZZT-- IS TO LOCATE AND MOVE TOWARDS THE OTHER SURVIVORS. WE..."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THERE ARE SURVIVIORS?", one of the other Grox creatures interrupted him. He was punished by shoving him into the waters where he was tortured to appology.
"I SHALL CONTINUE. WE MUST NOW HEAD TO NORTH-EAST, TOWARDS THE MOUNTAINS. WHEN WE LOCATE THE OTHER CREW MEMBERS, WE SHALL CONTINUE TO THE WEST, WHERE THE OTHER --NINENINE-- MEMBERS ARE. --RRRT--".

So the Grox survivors headed for the mountains where they would find other survivors. Later on they met up with the small colony of Grox in the East.

[Stitch1200]

--Shrooblord mothership--

The Gix Had taken the crew. The Rogeoids Had been hidden by a pshykik Rift. thay were neather in realspace or subsace. nothing could harm or hear them. Sacom was in hysterics, Veldik Was Broken and was waiting for his pshykik powers recharged. Jet sat there. Lor'em was rareing to kill The Gix. Kelrak was rappidly reloading his gun. Only Ray was Still composed. he roared at Iota "YOU SHALL FIGHT IN THERE NAME!" Iota was instantly snapped back. there moral had returned.

They teleported away. Iota was now back in Craftworld Brisingr. The tyranid ships were Being beaten back. the farseer council waas now told of the Crisis. The grox were a few systems away. the hopwful allys had been taken by a Gix. The Tyranids were being beaten back. but had taken a heavy toll on Brisingr's pilots. The Rogoid race was dwindling as it was. now this. And to cap it off the Spider nebular was crawling with deamons. the farseer council scryed the future and deided the Rogoids could not help them without being wiped out. Brisingr The activated its Webway telporters and vanished without a trace to a diferent arm in the galixy.

[Shrooblord]

Originally Posted by Stitch1200

--Shrooblord mothership--

The Gix Had taken the crew. The Rogeoids Had been hidden by a pshykik Rift. thay were neather in realspace or subsace. nothing could harm or hear them. Sacom was in hysterics, Veldik Was Broken and was waiting for his pshykik powers recharged. Jet sat there. Lor'em was rareing to kill The Gix. Kelrak was rappidly reloading his gun. Only Ray was Still composed. he roared at Iota "YOU SHALL FIGHT IN THERE NAME!" Iota was instantly snapped back. there moral had returned.

They teleported away. Iota was now back in Craftworld Brisingr. The tyranid ships were Being beaten back. the farseer council waas now told of the Crisis. The grox were a few systems away. the hopwful allys had been taken by a Gix. The Tyranids were being beaten back. but had taken a heavy toll on Brisingr's pilots. The Rogoid race was dwindling as it was. now this. And to cap it off the Spider nebular was crawling with deamons. the farseer council scryed the future and deided the Rogoids could not help them without being wiped out. Brisingr The activated its Webway telporters and vanished without a trace to a diferent arm in the galixy.

OOC:
What, so now you're just leaving me to be killed by the Gix? And what about your homeworld?


IC:
As the small ship sped along, Shrooblord looked for an opportunity to capture their Gix captor and turn the ship around. When the Gix was briefly destracted by the vanishing Rogoid spacecraft, Shrooblord saw his chance and whacked the Gix captor on the head. Being a little more thick-skulled than he had expected, Shrooblord soon had a ship on auto-pilot and a showdown with some Gix unit. He instantly thought of the rest of the Shrooblord crew and released them when the Gix captor was still recovering from the blow to the head he had just had. They then faced the wrath of The Gix. They were just about to launch an attack on him, when the darkness of the Spider Nebula surrounded them and they were blinded. The Mark of Phozar lit up the room and the Gix captor had soon once more set Shrooblord alone. With all the unconcious crew members all around him lying on the floor paralyzed he ducked to the floor and knocked the Gix soldier off his feet. With a loud bang he chrashed onto the ship floor and he was rendered unconcious.

Shrooblord leapt for the controls and tried to steer the ship around. Useless as this was, the ship sticked to its auto-pilot destination. Shrooblord then saw no other option than to tie the Gix pilot up and see where they were headed.

A time that seemed like days had passed before the ship came to a standstill. When Shrooblord looked around, he was surprised to see ... nothing. Nothing at all, but darkness all around him. This is when he was suddenly blinded by one red eye that shone a piercing light right into the cabin. "You must be Shrooblord.", the light said.
"You have met your destiny. Prepare yourself... to behold... THE FUTURE!"

Everything around him turned bright blue and the last thing he knew, Shrooblord hit the floor. He was about to witness what no other creature would know of for a long time to come.
Until then, he would remain asleep.

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by Shrooblord

OOC: Oh, great! We're adding Spode to the story now!
(Note: that was absolutely NO sarcasm. I really like to see what's going to happen next.)

OOC: "Spode" (nobody knows if he is truly the supreme being that so many species worship) was a major character for a few of my posts in The Grox Alliance, and then he just disappeared back into the centre of the galaxy. All that was really found out about him was his hatred towards the Grox.
When you posted about the Gix, I decided to throw Spode back into the RPG. I don't think we should have a definite origin for the Grox so soon and so casually added to the story, so I decided - why not add as many ideas as we can? And since we have Tyranids and Demons, why not add Spode as well?

-- Republic Bridge --

Bee-BEEP!
"Erm, Captain?"
"Yes?"
"These Rogoids... they seem to have disappeared..."
"Disappeared?"
"Yes."
"The Tyranids?"
"Maybe. I can't tell. Their imperial signature has just... disappeared. They might have found a way to hide their signature, which would be why I can't detect it."
"Try all psychic frequencies. We won't find their signature, but we'll be able to see if there's any sapient life there."
Bee-bee-boo-BEEP-boop.
"Well... there's something there. Not Tyranid, or Grox, but somewhere near the system. But I can't make it out with all the interference."
"Hmm... I don't think we'll make it to the Spider Nebula and survive any attacks in this state. If there's nobody there to help us, it'll make it far worse. Divert course to... to the Galactic Core."
"Captain?"
"Do it."

-- Galactic Core --

A small, metallic, disc-shaped object left the Core. Eight tendrils of light unfurled from its rim, stretched across the diameter of its home, and then relaxed.
It's nice to be back, thought Spode.

[Shrooblord]

OOC:
The origin of The Groxas being created by Phozaris actually just from one of my Adventures (which I've never been able to post due to damn Sporepedia glitch!), and I know, I threw it in hastily, but I had to explain the relativeness to The Grox for The Gix. It is kind of a rip-off, but I liked it.

Actually, now I think of it, I had made The Gix an improved version of The Grox, not a protoype... but, I will stick to prototype for this story.
IC:

Soon the Spider Nebula receeded to show a vast amount of stars. Nobody knows how or why this all happenened, but they would in time. The Spider Nebula had actually folded only drifted a couple of lightyears fairly quickly, for some reason. It would all become clear in time, but at this moment Meek was gazing at the new stars.

"It's a ... mini-Galaxy?" he exclaimed. Of course it was not, but it's not odd to say sch a thing upon your first gaze of a cluster of stars so closely together. Soon the rest of the crew were staring at this new miraculous formation, when Meek told Shrooblord he should come look. When Shrooblord did not respond, Meek started to look for him and found him on the ground, not moving at all.
"Guys, GUYS!" he yelled.
"It's Shrooblord! He's... he's..." He felt for Shrooblord's pulse.
"Oh, goodness. He's only unconcious. But, it's not like anything I've ever seen before. We have to find help."
"Where can we find help?" said one of the other crew members.
"The Rogoids have disappeared before our eyes and I don't see the Tyranids helping a fallen enemy."
"Maybe we could try the planet we were near to."
"Impossible, it's guarded by dozens of Tyranid forces."
"But what if... why don't we... if I..." Meek said, trying to find a solution.
"Meek, sir. There's an alien vessel not too far away from us.", another crew member said, "If we follow it fast, we might be able to ask it's assistance."
"We don't know if they are friend or foe! It could be dangerous."
"Yes sir, but we need all the help we can, and I don't see any lifeforms beyond this solar system other than Tyranids and Gix, do you?"

Meek pondered it for a small amount of time, before he ordered the ship to follow this alien vessel. It wasn't too long before they had gained on it, for a small ship only needs a little time to move forwards, while a bigger ship takes longer to do so.
"Sir, we are nearing the ships radar. They will see us in a moment. What are we to do?"
"Try to establish radio contact," said Meek, "We want to find out if these strangers are friendly."
So they beamed up a radio signal towards the Republic in hope of finding a new ally.

Meanwhile, in a dark, dark place...

When he woke up he was lying on the floor. All around him was pitch-black darkness. The only light that shone seemed to be emitted by himself. All around him was a small beam of light. He was alone in a dark and large world. Shrooblord tried walking towards a sorce of light, but in whatever direction he walked, nothing came. So there he sat for a while, thinking of what to do next, when back came that big red eye, this time from straight above.
"You are awakened." it said, "Good. I have many things to show you."
A blue light surrounded Shrooblord once more, while the blackness faded into a landscape of a certain planet. It was dark and gloomy, but much lighter than the darkness that had been all around him before.
"Here you see the habitat of a species most alike yours. That is, it came from another dimension like you did. But it is hated across the Galaxy from whence you came, and so is it in any other. It's sole purpose is to destroy, and no emotions nor feelings exist in it."
"Grox...", Shrooblord answered.
"Yes, you call it The Grox. These Grox have built a Colony and established an ecosystem most comfortable to them."
"So? That's what all Grox Colonies do."
"Yes, but this one is diffrent. Remember the great Grox Leader?"
"Zirg. He was slain in a great war centuries ago."
"Yes, but his kin remained. Kryone-1 is now the Grox leader and has chrashlanded on this barren planet."
"Why are you telling me all this? Who are you?"
The eye paused for a while and even faded for a moment.
"All answers will come swiftly, Shrooblord."
"How do you know me anyway? Who are you?" he repeated.
The voice laughed.
"You may question all you like, but I shall not answer. Not just yet."

Shrooblord was taken inside the heart of the Grox colony.
"So why are you showing me this?" Shrooblord asked again.
"It is of great essence that you know of the future that is about to occur. Many weeks shall pass before it shall come to this, but many weeks you shall need to prepare. And many weeks shall I need to tell you all of the events bound to happen."
"But how will I have time to prepare then?"
Again the eye paused.
"You will not. You will awaken only hours from the happening of this prophecy, and in the nick of time will you have to stop it. It is my amusement to see if you will be able to. HAHAHAHAhaha... yes... It is the will of the Gods."
"The only true god is Spode!"
"You are foolish, young one, but yes, Spode is among the Mystical Beings."
"And so are you."
"No, no... not by chance. I am among the Demons."
"Demons? Then why are you helping me prevent a terrible future? Isn't that what you have planned? For us all to die?"
"And that is where my amusement lies... Many will die for the grater good. And many will distrust your species forever."
"But, why?"
"You will save the Galaxy."
"Me? All by myself? Why would I need to be the saviour? Can't Spode handle all this?"
"I am not asking you to do this, Shrooblord, but you all will save the Galaxy. From the Grox. Besides, Spode has other matters to attend of."

And many more would Shrooblord hear from the evil voice in his long sleep. For a long time, Meek would have to do things by himself. With or without the help of others, but he could no longer rely on Shrooblord.

[Stitch1200]

OOC: Shroob Ataris prime was lost. thats why craftworld brisingr Is Being used. The tyranids Defeated the Rogoids. And thay had to Abandon the homeworld.


IC:

--Craftworld Brisingr--

The Rogoids rematerialised. craftworld brisingr Was Now many Parasecs Away. The Farseer Council had scryed the fate of The Rogoids. It was free Of trubbles! Unfortuantly All those Who had stayed Had Much darker futures. The rogoids were Strikken With grief. How Could Thay have done this. The Seer Council Decided To return. On condition That Thay help the others. However The rogoids Are A very Unpredictable Race. And Decided That If any started to mine or Try to learn what they wern't told, Thay would destroy the races Findings. By force. Thay had a dark secret That no one Could know...

[Ghelae]

Originally Posted by Shrooblord

OOC:
The origin of The Groxas being created by Phozaris actually just from one of my Adventures (which I've never been able to post due to damn Sporepedia glitch!), and I know, I threw it in hastily, but I had to explain the relativeness to The Grox for The Gix. It is kind of a rip-off, but I liked it.

OOC: It doesn't matter, really. In The Grox Alliance (yes, I'm mentioning that again), many parts of the universe had many different and conflicting theories about them that nobody agreed on. Who were the First? Where did they come from? Were they the Spodists that the Grox fought in the distant past? Where did the Tyranids come from? Another galaxy? This galaxy? Were they related to the Grox, or were they modified by the First, or were they unrelated to both?
Oddly enough, nobody at the time seemed to care about the origin of the Grox...

-- Starship Republic, in Grox Space --

The Republic drifted into Grox Space. Suprisingly, it went unnoticed for over 1000 parsecs - or maybe the Grox did not want to react to it. But there was still a long way to go before they reached the Core, and long-range sensors had detected a Probe moving to intercept them. It was still over fifty parsecs away (the crew of the Republic wondered why they had not sent ships from one of their closer colonies) but would reach them in less than an hour, and only half-way from their current location to the Core.

-- Galactic Core --

Spode's eye scanned the galaxy surrounding him.
Grox. he thought. What are they doing here?
Then he sensed another ship heading towards his home. It was made mostly of familiar technology, but some of it was... different. Very different. He could almost hear the organisms aboard it. He also knew that the Grox were soon going to find them, and that the aliens wouldn't stand a chance. Not without help. Not without the help of a god.

[Shrooblord]

OOC: The intercepting ship is mine? (Or the Gix's) Or is it some Grox ship? Lol, sorry to pursue you, but since the Rogoids vanished, Meek had to cling on to someone else.

IC:

Solar system Vesticon, Grox territory by now...

The Grox were coming along fine with their preporations. Soon their Atmosphere Drainer would be done and they would rid of the toxins that surrounded them. Kryone-1 was heading towards the town's, for the colony had grown significantly, center. There he met with the Council of War, a very evil organisation indeed.
"PREPOR...ATIONS CHECK. ARE WE ON SCHEDULE?", he asked the Council.
The head of the Council rose up and said:
"YES, OH MIGHTY ONE. WE HA-A-AVE FINISHED BUILDING THE PARTS. IT WILL ONLY BE A MATTER OF TIME NOW. CALCULATING SPECIFIC AMOUNT."
"REQUEST TO SPEAK.", said one of the Council's members.
"PERMISSION GRANTED.", answered Kryone-1.
"WE SHALL NOT FINISH OUR DEVICE IN TIME TO LAUNCH BEFORE... BEFORE HE GETS HERE."
"HE?" asked the head of the Council.
"... S... SPODE, SIR."
"NINE-NINE-- HOW DARE YOU! WE SHALL NOT SPEAK OF OUR WORST ENEMY."
"BUT, SIR. IT IS A MAJOR PROBLEM TO FACE. WE WILL HAVE TO..."
"ENOUGH.", said Kryone-1, now very agitated with the Council member,
"YOUR FLAW TO UNDERSTAND THE SAFETY OF THIS COLONY CAN NOT BE TOLERATED. YOU SHALL BE ERASED FROM EXISTANCE."
And with those words said, the Grox Council member was erased from existance.
"ANY MORE VIRUS-INFECTED THOUGHTS? GOOD. PLEASE DO CONTINUE, COUNCIL LEADER."

It is long that the Council and Kryone-1 discussed these matters, but in the end it all boils down to one point: A Grox superweapon was being built and it would take only weeks before it would be finished.

[Stitch1200]

--Craftworld Brisingr--

Brisingr exploded into The battle. The Craftworlds many Guns Swiveled and blasted and shot down the many alien craft. The 'nid Lumps of bone thay called fighters fell in peaces. The hive fleet knew nothing was left worth eating and so fell back and left. then The craft world turned to the spider nebula planning to rescue the Shrooblord mothership. They were sure the craftworld could stand whatever was in there. after all what could destroy a cruiser with no weak points that was the size of a planet

[Ghelae]

EDIT: OOC: Ooh... missed some of the things in your last post, Shrooblord. The intercepting ship was a Grox ship, somehow the Republic failed to notice Meek. Presumably, they weren't concerned with what was behind them when they were about to fly into Grox Space and directly to the Galactic Core. Unfortunately, doing that does tend to distract people from non-Grox ships.
You can make it so that Meek is on a ship that was dragged into the wormhole with the Republic if you want, though.

-- Grox Space --

The Republic cruised near to an uninhabited star system, when the sensors noticed a dramatic change.
"Erm, Captain?"
"Yes?"
"This star system... it seems to have disappeared..."
"Disappeared?"
"Yes?"
"Another thing, disappeared? First an empire, now a star?"
"Well... not entirely. There was a short burst of energy, apparently directed away from us, and now... there's just a black hole."
"Hmm. Odd."
"Sensors seem to suggest that it leads to... to the Galactic Core. If we activate our Wormhole Key-"
"No. It might be a Grox trap."
"It can't be," interjected a Belatra from the Renu. "The Grox don't have that kind of technology. Nobody in this galaxy does, or ever has."
"Captain! We're being pulled in!"
The captain paused for a few seconds, thinking about everything that had been said. His Grox mind quickly worked out the appropriate solution. "Activate the Wormhole Key, then."

The Republic fell into the wormhole...

-- Planet Baetarie, Second Arm, approx. 200 million years ago --

OOC: The Council of Bilzac and the first Galactic Federation were explained by a Greevil in The Grox Alliance. Instead of going through another person for this Council, it's now... flashback time!

IC:

A few decades after the Council of Bilzac which set out the rules for the first Galactic Federation, the Zealot empire (no records are left about their species, presumably being wiped during or after the First Grox War) were preaching their religion of Spode to the other seven Empires of the Federation. The Grox were not preached to, as after the first few attempts the Zealots found that their ships were mysteriously vanishing in Grox Space.

The Scientist Feesh Empire decided that they had now had enough, but did not want to deal with all-out war. So the Federation convened on the Feesh homeworld of Baetarie in order to resolve the problem.

Three empires each took the sides of the Zealots and Scientists, and one individual from each side became Chairman of the Council to ensure fairness.
One the sides of the Feesh were the Warrior Greevils, the Shaman Screebles and the Bards, who looked like relatively close relatives to the Bananaz Empire which appeared after the end of the First Grox War.
One the side of the Zealots were the Ecologist Willosaurs, the Diplomats (a species of humanoid frog-like beings) and the Traders (semi-humanoid Llama-like creatures).

"Now," said the Screeble chairman, "It is time to begin the discussions of this Council."

And so they began.

[Stitch1200]

--Craftworld Brisingr--

The carftworld charged forward into the spider nebula to rescue the Shrooblord. Only to find the nebula Empty. The Craft world Then turned, and Ignited its webway sencers and found the other Ships heading onto grox Space. It Then telported to there position and hailed the Smaller craft. (remember the craft world Is huge).

[Shrooblord]

Meek could not control the ship as the wormhole was getting nearer.
"Does this ship ahve a wormhole key?" he asked the crew.
"This is only a patrol ship, sir. We don't see any signs of surviving that Black Hole over there."
"Dear Spode. If only Shrooblord were with us right now... he'd know what to do."

The Black Hole kept tugging on the small ship and it plunged into the point of no return: the Event Horizon. It was sure the ship would be lost forever now, and the crew would die. But some mysterious force kept them from falling in.
"What's going on?" Meek asked, "Why did we stop falling?"
The ship's windows were covered in black and red and it felt as if they were being lifted over somebody's head. A voice came out of nowhere:
"Do not fear me, dear friends. I am your ally. I will save you from the terrors of this Black Hole."
"No! The alien spacecraft! We have to follow it! Erm... ah, yes. Oh, mighty being that is our saviour, please allow us to follow that vessel over there, entering the Wormhole. We must remain closeby them."
"Very well. I shall help you cross the Wormhole."
The ship then dived into the Black Hole at full speed, and it actually gained on the Republic. For just a brief moment, everything stood still and they were right in front of the Republic's bridge. Then the Black Hole's force returned and they were sucked in. All turned black.

Then everything turned red again. As they were nearing the end of the Wormhole, the red started to fade. When they reached the end of the interstellar tunnel, they flew a few miles away from it and the red vanished.
It would take a long time before the crew would realise what just happened, but that was all a business for later to deal with. They now had to relocate the Republic and try to contact it.

P.S. ( OOC: )
Stich, teleporting all over the place using planet-sized, ultimate ships with amazing all-seeing radars that can destroy everything kinda ruins it for me. Could you post a little more realistic please? I mean, you can keep posting with your ship, but at least make it travel normally, if you agree.

[Ghelae]

OOC: Does anybody know why 123defacto hasn't posted on this thread recently?

-- Starship Republic --

"Erm, Captain?"
"What now?"
"We're about fifty million kilometres from the Core. And our scanners have detected another ship in the area. That thing we saw when passing through the wormhole."
"Grox?"
"No. It's... I can't tell what. Though, all that really tells us is that it's not Grox.
"Can we make contact with it?"
"Yes, we can, although I wouldn't recommend that you open discussions with them. After all, you are a Grox. Maybe one of the aliens from this galaxy can talk."
"Very well, you are correct. Tarid?"
The Belatra stepped over to the captain. "Yes, Captain?"
"Do you have any ideas as to who should make contact?"
"Erm..."
"I suppose you should, really." He turned to his own crew at the control panels. "Send a transmission to that small ship. I and all other Grox will move out of the view of the COMscreen now."

-- Council of Baetarie, 200 million years ago --

"If I could present the first piece of evidence in our favour?" asked the primary Zealot representative.
"Of course." replied the Screeble Chairman.
The Zealot placed several stone tablets on the long council table. "These," he said, "are several ancient tablets found on the ruins of the planet Earth in the Sol system. They are artefacts from a colony of what we can only believe was a species that existed long ago - billions of years, we think."
The Greevil representative had already spotted a flaw in the Zealot's argument: "If these are billions of years old, then why have they not been broken down into dust? Why are they still perfectly intact?"
"That is one of the strange things about this. These tablets, it seems, are not real stone. They seem to be composed of a strong, rock-like substance that is purely artificial and non-biodegradable. Is that a satisfactory explanation?"
"I would like to have the Feesh examine these tablets to determine if you are telling the truth about their origin. But it will be enough for now."
"Good. As I was saying, these artefacts were found in a colony on a distant, frozen planet. They seemed to be inside a temple of some sort, with all the religious symbolism and utensils that should be found in such a structure. These tablets seem to show a story, a myth of some kind, regarding a spiritual being."
The Greevil interjected again. "So how are you to know that this is not simply a story of some kind, like an ancient mythological epic?"
"These were not a primitive people. As I have mentioned, they had colonies throughout space and they had developed materials of which we have no idea how they were made. Why would they still believe in such simple fairy tales?"

-- Planet Heldes, present day --

The combined efforts of the two Xynax saucers had allowed for the creation of a third on the planet. Now there were three saucers and seventy-five Xynaxes. More than enough, they thought, to conquer a few hundred systems.

[Stitch1200]

OOC: KK Shroob.

[123defacto]

Originally Posted by Ghelae

OOC: Does anybody know why 123defacto hasn't posted on this thread recently?
.

I have been busy
Hey... wait... *open a hole in his head and pulls some triggers*
Klanketi-klonk-bonk-klick

Here we go...
RODIAN MINING OUTPOST NOT VERY MANY YEARS AGO
(but still many enogh for being a long time ago)
Commander Belatix watched as two Puffeyan Lansceryth-class ships opened fire on a mining platform 500 meters away, on the closest asteroid. The asteroid exploded into fragments.
At the same moment 15 Rodian ships decloaked.
14 of the rodian ships started firing beams on the 15th ship.
The temperature of the beamfiring ships beams heated up a gas tank inside the 15th ship which used toloron fields to keep the electrons in place. Soon the gas reached infinite temperature and the electrons infinite speed, resulting in a very advanced paradox of laws that takes the computer a size of a planet 476878645874 years to calculate, but finally, it ends up with a beam that works a lot like a Xynax laser.
The beam turned the first puffey ship, the Inidi into something that looks like gigantic pieces of coal.
0,000000000000000000000000000001 seconds later, the captain on the other ship, the Lascor ordered retreat, but it was to late. The rodian ships fired again. The Beam ignored all shields and armor instantly and destroyed the ship.
Belatix didn't like killing puffeys. He didn't like killing any species, except the grox and the tyranid. it was hard to think that this once was a flourishing part of the galaxy. The grox had ruined everything.
The Grox were eventually killed, but their pods continued to incinerate the enviroment.Almost all planets were uninhabitable, the resources were running low.
Small drones were already salvaging the wreckages. If Belatix were lucky, they would find some Ununquexium armor, maybe some deuterium for their reactors.
The alarm sounded again. It was just some B'elan and Galarian ships fighting at the sensor perimeter.
Then the alarm sounded again.
The Grox! Belatix didn't beleive his eyes.
Belatix smiled. The first time for long he smiled.
It was time for revenge...

OOC: Note that this is about 100 earth years before the current time of the crescent, and 400years after the crescent was built (it was sent in time, you remember?) the crescent was also built shortly after the event of the grox alliance

[Ghelae]

-- Council of Baetarie, 200 million years ago --

"Might we have a look at these tablets?" asked the Feesh.
"Erm... yes, certainly." The Zealot passed the five small items over to the Scientist side of the table.
Each tablet was divided into what appeared to be several rows. The first row and every third row from it was twice as wide as the others, and contained pictograms apparently showing various scenes and stories.
The other rows were thinner and apparently contained some sort of inscription in an alien language. The symbols were simple, consisting of curved and straight angular lines arranged in various formations, along with dots and swivels that presumably formed punctuation marks.
"These," said the Zealots, "are the Rocks of the First."
"Interesting." said the Screeble representative. "Carved by laser?"
"Particle beam, we think."
"Must've been thin for a particle beam."
"Thinner than any of us has managed to achieve, at least for a beam with that power."
"Interesting."

[Shrooblord]

"Meek, sir, we have located signals coming from the direction we just flew from!", said one of the crew's members called Bruff.
"What, from that alien ship?", Meek answered, "Good, good! Try to open video-transmission. We have to ask for their help immediately."
"Sir, the signal is too weak. But we can relocate where it came from and..."
Bruff was interrupted by a violent shaking that made the whole ship turn and swivel in all directions, almost at the same time, it seemed. When the ship regained stability, Bruff thought of simply relocating the alien vessel, which was the Republic, again by tracing where the radio-waves had come from, but the radar showed something quite out of the ordinary. There were small red blips everywhere on the screen.
"Something," reported Bruff, "has apparently disturbed the radio-waves' signature pattern. We can't see where they are coming from."
"Okay, try steering into the last direction we came from."
"I will check the co-ordinates in the ship's memory. But... what? The ship's memory is ... cleared. Completely erased. There's nothing. Absolutely nothing."

A radioactive cosmic disturbance had interfered with the ship and pierced through the ship's protective Magnetic Field Shields. Before they had time to figure out what had caused the disturbance to their apparatus, the ship found itself spinning once more. Only shortly after, this happened again. And again. Something walalalalaing them continuously and trying to bring them off their path.

"What's going on?", Meek demanded to know.
"It seems we're being attacked by a type of highly radiative rock of some kind. It must be attracted by our MF Shields."
"Then turn the shields off!"
"Sir, I am convinced that is impossible. Once we do that, we will be vulnerable to all radiative forces out there."
"In that case we'll have to find a way to get us out of here!"
"Wait, sir. Look, the screens! They're displaying an image of something. The image is moving. I'll try to enhance our view."
After some tweeking and turning lalalalala, the screens displayed a highly disfigured shape of an organism. Or at least, that's what they thought they were seeing. What they thought was absolutely correct. The Republic had successfully established contact with them. The rock had messed up the signal so badly, however, that they could not quite think of what was being said. It sounded a bit like this:
"Grt...gs. R...u...k ? We...ll...elp...u. By...al...mns."
Puzzled by this greeting message which offered them help, they looked in all directions to find the ship that was contacting them. All they saw was blackness, and a rock that came closer, bumped into the ship and then flung itself further away again, before repeating the sequence.

It was a very unlucky position they had landed in, because the Republic was only right above their heads. It was so large that they could not see it clearly, but more important than that: they weren't looking at it. The only one that saw the big ship was the captive Gix that was now lying on its back flat on the floor, staring directly up.

"I'll try re-establishing contact with them.", explained Bruff.
"They are not far away. They can't be, as the radio signals this ship can receive only travel for a few hundred miles before they become so faint that they can't be noticed."