The Phoenix War: Chapter V

[Dartzap]

Months have passed since the last great battle the Trollish Imperuim took part in, now they have gone back behind their ancient borders, waiting for the call to action that they have been preparing for mellenia. The leader of the Trollish Imperuim was old, older than even the Elves and Elder that now went about their way spewing nonsense in the langauge they had developed in a toll-house on some desolate wastehole aeons ago. He knew what had been before.. the dark days when creatures would ravage each other and suck the souls of their victims to replenish depleted energy reserves. Detritus had only been a few hundred years old at the time, riding upon the back of Great A'tuin as it she sailed through the stars, it was amazing when the first aliens had landed, they had thought they had landed on some rich inter-galactic merchants zoo, how quickly did they learn their mistake...


Soon afterwards ships were being built and new spells researched to help pave the way for a new age for the inhabitents of the disc, the Age of the Space Faring Monkey was indeed a great time, However, during the third century after that great discocery, a plauge swept through the lands of the Disc, everything was destroyed, almost.

The one speices that were not effected by the great plauge were the Trolls, though they had not been totally un-harmed a large group had moved near Cori Celesti in an attempt to meet the gods, howver when they reached its summit, they found it desooate and wasted, scorch marks where some terrible battle had taken place.

who could possibly have done this to the gods, the explorers asked themselvs. Who has that kind of power?

Sir! please wake up! we have an emergency message coming from an alliance vessal, apprently the other leaders have gone insane.. something about siome demons or something, I'm not really that good on ancenient human cursewords...

Detritus rolled on his back, looking at the young lieutenant, his eyes shining bright red as though he had seen a ghost.

I'm listening

"The commander of the ship they travalled on says that he lost contact with them, sensors cannot get a fix on them, it's like they vanished into thin air."



Thin air? No, they have got into something that even I worry about.. The fools, Get the co-ods of the planet they were on, Get us there at maximum speed.

"Aye sir...."

The lieutenant went off, looking worried.

So he should be, if those imbeciles have awoken the demons, then there will be hell to pay

The comm system cracked to life
" T-minus five mins and counting until departure, all crew report to L-shift positions.."

[Ra]

Galadriel quickly looked over the holo-map Grace had recorded, and immediately noticed that the way to the left didn't go much further. However the way to the right continued on to their eventual destination. Pointing to the right said, "We go this way, my impatient Goa'uld."

Walking on, Galadriel and Brizual led the group through the doorway. The path suddenly plunged down further, causing Mela to nearly lose her footholding several times.

"What are we doing, going down a cliff?" Ra fussed.

The ground finally levelled out, going into another winding, narrow cavern. The group travelled on for nearly an hour through this dark gloom, forced to rely on the eyes of their mysterious and beautiful companion to lead them through the abyss.

As Galadriel walked, she felt a soft strand fall onto her cheek, and not want to come off. Before long, her shoes were becoming bogged in what was clearly a spider web. However, this web was made of much thicker strands than a typical one. It was something she knew of all too well, being so full of knowledge from much of ancient Middle-earth's history so long ago.

"This is unfortunate," she half-whispered.

"Yes, we are coming into the lair of one of Lolth's spawn," said the Drow. "We must tread quietly. Everyone must be careful, as these webs are spun to ensnare the unfortunate traveller, not flies."

Grace twisted her mouth. "Gee, that's... comforting."

[Narsil]

He watched patiently as the group of adventurers passed by, feeling a slight fascination at the fact that they even travelled amongst the drow. They were unaware of his presence, a fact attributed to the powers of a priest's sanctuary ability.

Scratching his currently quite invisible white hair, he turned away and started walking at a brisk pace: work needed to be done if he were to save them from the creatures which lay ahead, mostly by stopping them from getting there. Yet even as he left, he couldn't shake the feeling that one of them, possibly the golden-haired she-elf, knew that something was slightly off about the situation. At least the spiders would discourage them from going further.

[Dartzap]

The Trollish warship exits L-space to find a planet that seems devoid of anything looking advanced, either in the shape of skyscrapers, or orbital platforms, except for the ship that had contacted Lord Detritus with the worrying news

"This is Commander Slate of the Trollish Warship Goliath to the commander of the USS Aurora, Lord Detritus is on board, we need to know everything that has happened since you have reached the planet, and what your last contact was with the other leaders. We beleive they are in severe paril and Lord Detritus is is eager to assist in whatever way possible.

Over and Out"

[Narsil]

OOC: I suppose someone must play as the Orcs who're attacking KAN and his team of stormies, eh?

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The orcs' melee weapons tore through the stormtrooper armour, despite their logical inability to do so, like hot knives through butter, bisecting and decapitating several stormtroopers within the first few seconds. In retaliation, the remaining stormtroopers opened fire, unleashing an unkempt barrage of overwhelming firepower which cut down several of the orcs where they stood.

The sling-wielding orcs found a similar end at the smoking tips of the Imperial Blaster Technology. Afterwards, something about the situation felt off, somewhat detached from the force, similar to a lesser form of the archmagus' powers, yet still rather potent. A thought entered his mind, We're not alone here.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

A thought entered his mind, We're not alone here.

Despite the disturbance that haunts him, Darth Kreshna gathers the remaining Stromtroopers. They have no time to bury their fallen comrades, but the Stormies, being military-disciplined, do not falter.

A Stromtrooper picks one of the weapons of the fallen Orcs, then curiously tests it on his own armored arm. Oddly, the weapon fails to cause any damage at all. "Sir," he reports his finding.

Darth Kreshna replies, then pockets the knife anyway. It is magical, for sure, but there's too much disturbance in The Force to analyze it; he needs someone with magical ability like Galadriel or Brizual.

The "Imperial Knights" now ride again; they must warn Galadriel and party to not waking up Those Who Should Not Be Awaken. But while riding, the disturbance still haunts the Sith Grand Inqusitor.

There is something not right. We are not alone.

The Archmagus is their sworn enemy. He is the one who pulls the Guardian's strings and he is also the one who have caused massive damage to the galaxy through the Guardians.

But here, in this moment, the Sith Inqusitior feels that they really need the advice of the Archmagus.




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Meanwhile, in the Dreamworld....

The soul of Darth Kreshna is an ice statue; it is the source of the blizzard that now covers almost the whole Paradise.

And near the statue, a robed figure smiles evily.

Despite his own non-corporeal state since his death on Endor, the robed one is omnisciencent of what is happening on the real world; including its other dimension.

And he is aware that his former apprentice is now in trouble.

"Good," he nods slightly, "everything is proceeding as I have foreseen."

The robed figure is nowhere as powerful as the Pantheon of Omnipotence that roam the multiverses like the Archmagus, the Phoenix Entity, the Q, nor the Living Tribunal.

Nevertheless, his cunningness surpassess them all.

His former apprentice will eventually merge with the knowledge-mongering Archmagus; he has foreseen that as well.

And from the ashes of the multiverses, a New God shall arise.

The prophecy of the Nightsisters of Dathomir shall be fulfilled.









OOC: alright, Dart, I guess Detritus will be quite late to participate against the Orcs because the battle was ended shortly, but no worry. I'm sure Dak still have creativity in mind to cause trouble for us once Detritus arrives.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

The Trollish warship exits L-space to find a planet that seems devoid of anything looking advanced, either in the shape of skyscrapers, or orbital platforms, except for the ship that had contacted Lord Detritus with the worrying news

"This is Commander Slate of the Trollish Warship Goliath to the commander of the USS Aurora, Lord Detritus is on board, we need to know everything that has happened since you have reached the planet, and what your last contact was with the other leaders. We beleive they are in severe paril and Lord Detritus is is eager to assist in whatever way possible.

Over and Out"

Aboard the Aurora....

The Commander sighs with relief. He then orders the communicaton officer to reply the hail. After some pleasantries, soon the Trolls and Lord Detritus are joining the crew of Aurora in a briefing.

"....so this is the point when they were disappear," the Sensor Officer points at a spot on the GPS map, which is, unknown to them, is the cult's stone altar in the forest where the party rescued the Chieftain's daughter. "And then," she continues, "they just disappeared from our sensors. Completely. We have even sent a Probe Droid to the location. No use. They just simply disappear. We can't explain this phenomenon, as if they were moving to another dimension or such."

Detritus nods with understanding. With all their skepticism and over-rational minds, no wonder the Aurora crews failed to find them; this is not something can be solved with technology.

The King of the Trolls now remembers some hideous experiment in the past; something involves an unknown dimension and horrors from the ancient times.......

[Dartzap]

he looks around at the people around the table, they are all worried, and thye all had a good reason to be, he knew where they had probably gone.. He had to telll them.

almost 10 millenia ago, on the Disc where I come from, there was a massive scientific study going on, Several galatic communities had come together to investigate the proerptys of laternate realities, on the Disc we call them the Dungeon Dimensions, others call it Chaos Space, Warp Space, some more mundane species just call it an Alternate dimension, a rift in space time where.. creatures live.

It has always been known on the Disc that these creatures must live somewhere, we just did not want to know where, It was obvious why. The creatures were horrible things, they had more tenetecles than a fetishist could beleive. While the research was taking place, some people were acccidently sent into the dungeon dimension, It was a rare occasion when it did happen, it required a huge amount of magical power to break the barrier between our worlds, but with the development of Thuamic reactors, it was pretty easy for every Tom Dick and Larry to do it...

Foir a few years nothing happened with the experiments, there were oiften some rumblings of machinery humming away with thuamic tension.. but never anything bad, per se. .


He paused for breath, it was a long tale..

It was after almost ten years that we saw the first demon emerge from these experiments, it was a massive one, atleast as tall as twenty of my trolls if they were on each others shoulders, at first no one knew what to do with it as it neither attacked us, our buildings or anything, it just stood there for a few days as if it was wonderig whatto do.

on the 5th day, it just went beserk, it destriyed several buildings and ate some two dozen scientists, after the panic that was cause.. we got down to what we do best, destroying things...

It took us almost a month to get it on its knees, we used everything that we could get our hands on, artillary, air strikes,orbital bonbardment.. nothing worked, it just grew even bigger. It was then I was called in, I had been on the otherside of the Dosc at the time, and it took me some time to get there. When I did i found a mountain range so desolate, covered with the wreckedge of battles, that i could scarcely beleive what was happening, but i was the creature itself that got me thinking, it was clearly a mgaical diety, soemthing that technology could not effect, so how could I destroy it?

The answer was simple, I had to go into the dungeom dimensions myself. I had to find its weakness.




he stops there, he knows that to tell them anymore would worry them to death

Give me a day, and I shall be bale to get to the other leaders, I cant promise I can return quickly after that, but I can help them deal.. with this problem

[Narsil]

OOC: alright, Dart, I guess Detritus will be quite late to participate against the Orcs because the battle was ended shortly, but no worry. I'm sure Dak still have creativity in mind to cause trouble for us once Detritus arrives.

OOC: One lot of creative attack upon Detritus coming right on up

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Aboard the Aurora, the sensor system bleeped the warning of an incoming unidentified vessel, causing the bridge crew to burst into confused action.

Far more distant from both ships, a gigantic being, almost like a whale but crackling with arcs of purple lightning which leapt from spot-to-spot on its dark blue skinned body, seemingly swam through space. It approached the Goliath and Aurora swiftly, unleashing a stream of purple lightning at the Aurora which tore a large chunk from its forward decks, ignoring whatever defenses it had.

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OOC: Say hello to my little summons... meant to stop you from inadvertently helping out the party in getting into the old ones' crypt...

Have fun!

[Dartzap]

Slate!, thats a daemon shp! Lock on with Goliaths Transmat cannon, send them back to hell!

The front portion of Goliath opens up, it locks onto the rapidly moving target.

A large bulb appears from it, it seems to be alive with static for a few seconds, before unleashing a massive EMP wave, the enemy slows to halt, its engines crippled.



"As ordred My lord"




Goliath opens up with its Transmat, encompasing the enemy with a bright blue light, as if sent from divin being.

Welcome to my world, Daemon!

the ship disappears for a microsecond, beofre re-appearing less than a kilomoter above the nearest sun.

BURN!

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard the Aurora, the Commander inquiries, "status?"

"Hull breach on forward deck, but airlock doors has been closed. Shields are quickly recovering now; however, computer activities has been very high since we were hit by the weapon."

"I know, Lieutenant. It is recalibrating the shield to anticipate further attacks."

"Pardon me sir, 'recalibrating'?"


The ship Commander merely smiles. The Aurora is a small ship, yet it has the benefits of combined technology of the Army of Lights; Imperial weaponries and defense system, Asgardian hyperdrive, A'millan impulse drive, Goa'uld Naquada missiles, Trollish modular design, and.....

....a secret technology being developed by Darth Kreshna.


The Commander is an ex-Imperial; being secretly "inserted" aboard the Aurora as second in command by Darth Kreshna. The Commander is the only one knows that the technology is only deployed in this one ship; the first of the Aurora-class.

The Sith Inquisitor is secretly using Aurora as his own personal testbed, without informing other alliance leaders.

The Commander still remembers the extraordinarily high computer specification for the Aurora; much higher than a normal Aurora-class would ever need. But the computer is necessary for the purpose of the Sith.


The Borg is an ancient race of mysterious origin. Despite they are -or were, since they are now extinct- not at the level of the Guardians, their technology is an exotic culmination of various assimilations throughout aeons, and always hard to duplicate.

The Aurora's adaptive shield is nowhere as efficient as the Borg in adapting to new attacks. In fact, now the Borg is gone, Darth Kreshna's research team had some difficulty in making the secret prototype installed aboard the Aurora, while mass-producing it for the rest of Aurora-class is still out of question. But the Imperial power generation can hopefully compensate for the shield's inefficient adaptation.

Next time, another lightning attack will be shrugged off.

The Commander doesn't know what kind of unholy pact has been made between Darth Kreshna and Lord Walper, and he is not sure whether he wants to, but at least he is thankful that this one ship is equppied with adaptive shield.


Meanwhile, Aurora crew have noticed that the Trollish Teleporting Cannon aboard the Goliath has done the job well, placing the hostile newcomer near the star. Now the Aurora should contribute as well.

"Lieutenant, reverse the gravity well projectors and focus on enemy ship. We are going to push it into the sun."

The officer nods, and executes the orders.



OOC: alright Robert, I make some homage to the Borg. I hope you don't mind. And don't worry, guys. It is not wanking. The adaptive shield is something unique to this one Aurora, and there's still a lot of difficulties in impkementing it in full efficiency.

[Ra]

The Imperial-made tractor beams engaged in reverse, pushing the "daemon ship" very slowly toward the surface of the Ezizira star. The sleek Aurora now had a large hole in her prow, a smoking wound that indicated the sheer power of the enemy the high-tech vessel's crew were forced to confront.

"The vessel's resisting," the Imperial sensor operator, Petty Officer Zione Bolban, said. She worked her console, and added, "Our tractor beams aren't having enough effect."

"Damn," Commander Flynnt, the A'millian bridge officer cursed. "We lost one of our projectors in that attack, so we're working at half the power we should."

"Perhaps I should redirect power from the weapons to the projectors?" the Aurora's AI inquired.

"Very good," answered Flynnt. "But you'd better have my power back if need be."

The AI intoned, "Of course, Commander."

"Brand new ship and it's already been damaged badly," Flynnt sighed. "Lord Adam's going to have my head."

"You feel bad?" the AI snapped, some pain showing in her voice. "I'm the one that got hit! I have a neural net system throughout the entire ship. I'm still in pain!"

The Petty Officer Bolban's expression saddened, and she said, "I'm sorry... But don't worry, we'll have you back in dock soon enough!"

"That would be most acceptable," the AI beamed.

As the conversation between sentient machine and Imperial went on, Commander Flynnt took a seat in the command chair, and put his hand to his chin in deep thought.

"Where the hell are our leaders?" he asked mostly to himself.

[Destructionator XV]

As the party of heroes trekked into the vile depths of the tomb, Lord Adam continued telepathically speaking with the mysterious voice, that apparently, only he can hear.

While the party is still deciding which way to take, the voice belongs to a mysterious entity known as 'Tim' echos in Lord Adam's head again.

"Hello again, 'Sir Adam of the A'millans'. Would you play a puzzle with me?"

"A puzzle, good sir Tim? ...Please, do continue."

Even during this telepathic exchange, the Lord's A'millian brain could easily function in the 'real world' as well. To the others, he functioned just as if nothing was going on in his head as they procedeed through the treacherous webs.

[Destructionator XV]

Since this seems dead, I am going to wrap things up. We can always delete this later if we do decide to get back to it.
Now, I present to you the ending of the Phoenix War, in one, exciting post.

On the Aurora...

"Sir!" an excited A'millian science officer yells, "we've got it! We know where the landing party is, and can beam them aboard!"

In the cave

*beep* *beep* *beep*



The adventurers stop in their tracks.

"Landing party, this is the Aurora, do you copy?"

"Aurora, landing party, loud and clear!"

"We have you locked on and are ready to beam you aboard on your mark."

The party look at each other and nod.

"Don't go! Free us... please," the voice of Tim still resonates in Adam's head.

"By all means, energize!"

"Eternal freedom... please...."



"Welcome back."

"Target our previous location with a quantom torpedo and fire when ready."

"Yes, sir!"



"There is your freedom, Tim."

"Thank you.... Abydos.... archmage... there"

"Bridge, set our course for planet Abydos, full hyperdrive speed."




"Sensors reading nothing unusual."

"I sense nothing either."

"He is down there."

"Sounds dangerous," a redshirt says, hoping having a few lines means he won't be killed.

"No, sounds dangeresque!"

Lord Adam dresses up in slave garb and beams down.

He walks up to the central pyramid, amonst some locals. A guard walks up to him, and pulls down his hood.

"Hi, how ya doing?"



He runs in, and is suddenly thrown against a wall by the Archmage's power. His gun, is of course thrown across the room, well out of reach.

"And now, Light scum, you shall die," the archmage says and pulls a knife on our valient hero.

BEGIN THIS SONG (Do listen, it sets the mood)

Lord Adam, putting his Kirk-Fu lessons to good use, jumps back as the Archmage swings.



The mage quickly steps up, and stabs at the awesome asskicker (tm). Lord Adam remembers his expert A'millian trainer.



And his lessons were instantly put to good use.

"Wax on, asshole!"

He makes "big circle" with his arm, pusing the stab harmlessly off to the side. Then he quickly changes style back to Kirk-fu, palming the archmage in the face, then putting his hands together to pound him on the back.

The mage stands back up, and Adam jumps up, and spins into a kick to his face, singing to himself "You're the best around, nothings ever bring you down. You're the best.."

"Just alt-f4 you vile freak!"

"You are just an ant to me, maggot," and he starts punching the Lord in his lard-ass repeatidly.

He gets knocked down, but he gets up again. Nothing's ever going to keep him down.

Adam head-butts the mage, then drops down and sweep kicks him. Knowing he could never win in a fair fight, the Archmage brings in some dirty tricks from his bag of 'magic'.

He bite's Adam's nose, then holds his hand over his head.



Adam grunts in pain.

He is still grunting in pain.

And he is still KICKING ASS! He knees the Archmage in the balls, then does one of those awesome Captain Kirk moves where he hits him under the chin with both hands.

The mage grabs him and tries to poke his eye out. Adam grabs his throat.



Then the Lord punches the mage's hand.

"Give my regards to King Tut."





The rings hit him right in the middle of his body. It beamed up half of him, but left the other half in a gorey mess.

Adam walks away, and finally picks up his gun. It was over.

"I'll swallow your soul!"

Or so he thought. The remains of the archmage lived!

"Swallow this!" he says defiantly while pumping what was left of the unholy beast full of lead. It promptly exploded in disgusting goo.

"Adam to Aurora. One to beam aboard."

...

"What happened down there? Did you defeat the archmage?"

"No. I busted him up. "



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A SICK, TWISTED PRODUCTION

DIRECTED BY FUCKED UP FILMS

STARRING ADAM "awesomer-than-u"

AND the ARCHMAGE as HIMSELF


WITH

"Sounds dangerous" redshirt... ENSIGN KILLIME
RANDOM JAFFA.............. Tr'kak
transporter chief..... Random-rank O'Brien
Magical Elf...... Galadriel
Abydos slave... Richard Dean Anderson

STUNTS

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Adam "awesomer-than-u"


Assistant to Mr Adam..... Donald Trump
Assistant to Mr Mage..... Lloth
Best boy......... Jonathan McKenzie
Worst boy......... Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman
Eye of the Tiger.... the cream of the fight

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"You're the Best"
By Joe Esposito
Performed by: Lord Adam

"Amok Time: The Ritual Battle"
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Theme from Star Wars
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LORD ADAM WILL RETURN IN
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