The Chaos-Bringer [IC/All-Tech/Signup First]
Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2018 4:54 am
OOC: The OP of the IC thread was made with the help of my co-OP, The Alternian Imperium, so I send my thanks to them!
The OOC thread can be found here!
In the darkest depths of space, a lone planet lay adrift in space. For eons, that planet had remained dormant from an eon-long war against its rivals, and its consciousness was sealed deep within its core, not to be released for millions of years. Some say that its core held the core conscious of a god; the same god who laid waste to the galaxy and devoured entire planets. The same god who fought the First Light, the rest of his pantheon and his children in an attempt to destroy all life in the Universe, spread beyond it and pursue an endless quest to consume any and all mortals in the Universe. Many people dismissed their statements as rants of mad-mechs driven insane by the Great War, and the rants of cultists whom believed in a 'second coming of Primus', as they called it. For eons, the planet lay dead in space, its core consciousness forever dormant. If it were to reawaken, then the planet it pursued would be consumed without a shred of mercy; many 'bots claimed that, transformed into his robot mode, he could hold the Earth in the palm of his servo.
For eons, it had rested in this desolate space, waiting for its time to finally resume its Universal conquest.
And then He awoke once more. Unicron.
Lights blinkered from Unicron's maw as he rose from his long, dreamless slumber. Rocks were turned from their resting place as thousands of robotic lifeforms on the surface were either ingested into Unicron's maw or transformed into Terrorcons and deranged Heralds to be used as his foot soldiers. Skyscrapers collapsed to the ground as its metallic components shifted to reveal a strangely familiar blue and orange colouration. He tried in vain to change into his robot mode and stretch his limbs; he felt as though he was trapped alive within rigor morphis, unable to transform. It was likely because, for so long, he was trapped in the core of this planet; but he finally escaped and was able to lay waste to the galaxy.
Awake, the Chaos-Bringer set his course for the planet Earth; a Decepticon fleet, led by a young Decepticon commander, consisting of 10,000 soldiers and 300 warships had been mobilized to that planet to conquer it, and an Autobot fleet led by a younger, and also quite stubborn, commander, consisting of roughly the same amount of soldiers and warships, was in pursuit. Strangely, Unicronian energies emanated from within the fleet's capital ship; perhaps some of the Decepticons' members had injected Dark Energon into themselves in order to become far stronger than they ever imagined. Finally, he let out a scream - not out of pain or fear, mind you; more like the war cry of Primus when he awoke to fight Unicron millions of years ago - directed towards the poor backwater planet. If any of the Earth's indigenous inhabitants managed to decrypt His message, they would discover a message repeated endlessly:
Unicron then began to move towards the Earth. He was slow at first, but he eventually began to move faster after he metaphorically stretched out his aching limbs. Perhaps in a few days, or perhaps in a few weeks, someone would spot the arrival of their destroyer. Unicron didn't care when they spotted him; all he cared for was the Earth's consumption.
Meanwhile, laying deep in another universe…
Having accomplished a somewhat successful diplomatic trip, Patema Shroko removes his facade. He orders off his two associates to report back to their normal duty, and for the tools they had brought with them to be sent back to the nearest depot, while the Auric Plate returns back into the Condesce’s hands. After such, he decides it’s time to head back to his fathers: the men who brought him up, and the men who rule the Alternian Imperium from behind the shadows.
A portal opened wide from in front of him. A green and white void, with a man of a small stature at the end of the bright tunnel that had opened up. A large round white sphere for a head, with his human body balancing it like it had no weight to it, said body wearing a fancy white and green tuxedo. If it wasn’t for Shroko’s many years having also been spent here, he would have barely noticed his adoptive father in the camouflaging colors. He gained his charisma from him, imprinted on as a grub. He’s barely like a purpleblood, only resembling such in color and power. Stepping on inward to the dimension, the sphere of his master’s head had a strange electrical crackle in it.
Shroko gave a light chuckle, moving onward to his father figure, hands placed into his white jacket’s pockets. He mimicked his fathers’ style, merely rather using purple and gold over the neon green he wore. “Right as ever, Lord Scratch. It’s so good to always be face to face with you, rather then being in one of those cathedracombs again. I do love my own people and my blood, but sometimes those men and women are savages…” Having now reached over to stand directly in front of Scratch, a large green holograph of sorts appears behind him, of a colossal planetoid. “...This is? You’ve got quite the secrets, my lord, but… this is new to my knowledge.”
There was no complaint from the man. An order’s an order. Especially from the one who gave him all he needed. “Yes, another diplomatic mission, I assume?”
“Yes, Lord Scratch. I’ll get to assembling what’s needed for the mission. You won’t be let down.” Stepping on away from the man, heading to the exit on out, eventually stepping out and the portal closing behind him. With a smile of confidence on his face, he was ready to begin his mission.
Merely a couple of hours later, a fleet began to approach Unicron, and after some time, swore their allegiance to the colossal machine, ready to aid it in every manner it can, with Shroko at the helm, and many thousands of psychotic, savage purpleblooded heralds at the ready for Unicron’s will to be dispensed to them.
The OOC thread can be found here!
In the darkest depths of space, a lone planet lay adrift in space. For eons, that planet had remained dormant from an eon-long war against its rivals, and its consciousness was sealed deep within its core, not to be released for millions of years. Some say that its core held the core conscious of a god; the same god who laid waste to the galaxy and devoured entire planets. The same god who fought the First Light, the rest of his pantheon and his children in an attempt to destroy all life in the Universe, spread beyond it and pursue an endless quest to consume any and all mortals in the Universe. Many people dismissed their statements as rants of mad-mechs driven insane by the Great War, and the rants of cultists whom believed in a 'second coming of Primus', as they called it. For eons, the planet lay dead in space, its core consciousness forever dormant. If it were to reawaken, then the planet it pursued would be consumed without a shred of mercy; many 'bots claimed that, transformed into his robot mode, he could hold the Earth in the palm of his servo.
For eons, it had rested in this desolate space, waiting for its time to finally resume its Universal conquest.
And then He awoke once more. Unicron.
Lights blinkered from Unicron's maw as he rose from his long, dreamless slumber. Rocks were turned from their resting place as thousands of robotic lifeforms on the surface were either ingested into Unicron's maw or transformed into Terrorcons and deranged Heralds to be used as his foot soldiers. Skyscrapers collapsed to the ground as its metallic components shifted to reveal a strangely familiar blue and orange colouration. He tried in vain to change into his robot mode and stretch his limbs; he felt as though he was trapped alive within rigor morphis, unable to transform. It was likely because, for so long, he was trapped in the core of this planet; but he finally escaped and was able to lay waste to the galaxy.
Awake, the Chaos-Bringer set his course for the planet Earth; a Decepticon fleet, led by a young Decepticon commander, consisting of 10,000 soldiers and 300 warships had been mobilized to that planet to conquer it, and an Autobot fleet led by a younger, and also quite stubborn, commander, consisting of roughly the same amount of soldiers and warships, was in pursuit. Strangely, Unicronian energies emanated from within the fleet's capital ship; perhaps some of the Decepticons' members had injected Dark Energon into themselves in order to become far stronger than they ever imagined. Finally, he let out a scream - not out of pain or fear, mind you; more like the war cry of Primus when he awoke to fight Unicron millions of years ago - directed towards the poor backwater planet. If any of the Earth's indigenous inhabitants managed to decrypt His message, they would discover a message repeated endlessly:
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The Chaos-Bringer has awoken. This planet shall be consumed to sate my hunger. Death to all lifeforms.
Unicron then began to move towards the Earth. He was slow at first, but he eventually began to move faster after he metaphorically stretched out his aching limbs. Perhaps in a few days, or perhaps in a few weeks, someone would spot the arrival of their destroyer. Unicron didn't care when they spotted him; all he cared for was the Earth's consumption.
Meanwhile, laying deep in another universe…
Having accomplished a somewhat successful diplomatic trip, Patema Shroko removes his facade. He orders off his two associates to report back to their normal duty, and for the tools they had brought with them to be sent back to the nearest depot, while the Auric Plate returns back into the Condesce’s hands. After such, he decides it’s time to head back to his fathers: the men who brought him up, and the men who rule the Alternian Imperium from behind the shadows.
A portal opened wide from in front of him. A green and white void, with a man of a small stature at the end of the bright tunnel that had opened up. A large round white sphere for a head, with his human body balancing it like it had no weight to it, said body wearing a fancy white and green tuxedo. If it wasn’t for Shroko’s many years having also been spent here, he would have barely noticed his adoptive father in the camouflaging colors. He gained his charisma from him, imprinted on as a grub. He’s barely like a purpleblood, only resembling such in color and power. Stepping on inward to the dimension, the sphere of his master’s head had a strange electrical crackle in it.
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Ah, such a sight to see that you’re all fine. Not any infliction in you, as it seems. You’ve been away for so long, I was getting quite used to being alone. Though, who am I kidding? I’m never alone: I’m everywhere anyone could think of. You, the maidens, any single one of your kind, and any single being in existence. But you know that, don’t you boy?
Shroko gave a light chuckle, moving onward to his father figure, hands placed into his white jacket’s pockets. He mimicked his fathers’ style, merely rather using purple and gold over the neon green he wore. “Right as ever, Lord Scratch. It’s so good to always be face to face with you, rather then being in one of those cathedracombs again. I do love my own people and my blood, but sometimes those men and women are savages…” Having now reached over to stand directly in front of Scratch, a large green holograph of sorts appears behind him, of a colossal planetoid. “...This is? You’ve got quite the secrets, my lord, but… this is new to my knowledge.”
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Indeed. Though it is not mine. However, it is our potential ally. You may question what would we be allying with here? Well, you’ve simply been looking at it: this, is Unicron. A universe destroying planetoid, related to those Cybertronian folk you’ve met once or twice. It’s a part of your next mission. You’re going to meet with the recently awoken Unicron, and you’re going to do whatever comes afterward for it.
There was no complaint from the man. An order’s an order. Especially from the one who gave him all he needed. “Yes, another diplomatic mission, I assume?”
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Oh, not at all! This is a full on war. You’re going to be this machine world’s other aide, besides the already existing heralds it owns. And I want you to lead a “party of diplomacy” to him as well. You’re becoming an honorary Herald until he destroys all he needs to destroy. Anything I need to clear up?
“Yes, Lord Scratch. I’ll get to assembling what’s needed for the mission. You won’t be let down.” Stepping on away from the man, heading to the exit on out, eventually stepping out and the portal closing behind him. With a smile of confidence on his face, he was ready to begin his mission.
Merely a couple of hours later, a fleet began to approach Unicron, and after some time, swore their allegiance to the colossal machine, ready to aid it in every manner it can, with Shroko at the helm, and many thousands of psychotic, savage purpleblooded heralds at the ready for Unicron’s will to be dispensed to them.