shadowice558 wrote:ok, as one of the originals, can we please keep it to just us, so we dont have heaps of people posting a paragraph each thats completly and utterly as random as Gwar's army?

shadowice558 wrote:ok, as one of the originals, can we please keep it to just us, so we dont have heaps of people posting a paragraph each thats completly and utterly as random as Gwar's army?

Paul Atreides, low-standing dakkaite swooped over the rings of small ice particles and gravel.
How he loved deep space. Yet, it made him feel empty. Having just returned from a few weeks vacation without internet access, he had roamed the web in his light ‘Lurker’ class scout ship, unseen swiftness. Of all he the things he saw, none matched dakka. No place like home, he guessed. Why he had gradually lost touch with it was no secret. He felt irrelevant not contributing anything, insignificant. He didn’t really have anything to add. He let out a sigh. Maybe he could return, start anew, show his work, contribute. Maybe. He would be a fool not to try, after all. Ordering the one-man craft’s autopilot to engage webdrives, he sat back and let his thought’s wander.
Destination: Dakkadakka log-in space station, the artificial web-way portal that formed the only way in and out of the dakka sector.
Paul understood that what he hated most of all with the constant sailing of the ‘lurker’ scout ship, was not talking to people. With fantastic spy-equipment, the ability to scan anything, and a high number off cloaking devices and shroud-shields, a lurker could monitor any event or discussion without even revealing it was ever there. There was no need to talk. He shifted in the uncomfortable command chair, realizing he had finally gotten bored of it. The Swiftness dropped out of weberspace 3 au from the Dakkadakka log-in gates. The small craft emerged more or less in the middle of a vast asteroid-field of internet detritus, the byproduct of the creation of accounts for online-games long forgotten. The little dakkaite was overjoyed. He liked maneuvering thru these. Just two au from the log-in gates, Paul saw a sight that filled him with awe. It was a massive fleet engagement. On one side was a badly outnumbered dakkaite fleet, accompanied by two massive black mod-cruisers. On the other hand were great squadrons of crude troll ships, and a grand cruiser of the same despicable kind. Paul urgently ordered his ship raise all shrouds and drift in the nearest asteroid cluster.
He saw the troll-ships make wave attacks against the guns of dakka, losing double the numbers of casualties inflicted. The massed torpedo salvos of the grand-cruiser and it’s escorts crippled one of the black mod-ships instantly. The stricken ships twin built up energy to return fire with it’s great Ban-Cannon. Paul had only seen the Ban-Cannon in action one time before.

Four months earlier

Paul Atreides gunned the engines even harder. “Where in blue feth was Gorgabonk” the young dakkaite wondered. He probably shouldn’t worry, his brother had promised to behave after all. Reluctantly he turned the ship around and headed back to off-topic planet. There he saw a sight that froze the blood in his veins.
“Gorgabonk, for crying out loud!” He shouted so loudly he was almost surprised the small troll craft, dwarfed by the massive mod-cruiser in front of it did not turn to face him. He recognized Gorgabonk’s ship in the striking paintwork around the canopy. The Ban-Cannon fired.

Paul Atreides knew full well how a Ban-Cannon worked. It rent a hole in the barrier between weberspace and realspace, instantly tearing apart anything in its path and scattering the pieces all over the internet.

15 fething minutes. He had left him unsupervised for 15 fething minutes and Gorgabonk start getting into fight’s with everyone in OT. Unbelievable. The little Troll-ship was instantly destroyed. Not so much as debris was left. The Mod-ship opened a link to contact him.
“I can hear you, mod” the youngling answered, still in shock.
“He was a troll. He had this coming”
“I understand”
“Perhaps one day that will be truth, but at this moment, it is not”

The Mod-cruiser’s main weapon burned a path through half a dozen troll escorts and badly damaged the grand cruiser.

The Present.

Aboard the grand cruisers bridge, crimson in the light of blaring klaxons Gwar! smashed together the heads of two troll navigators to get the attention of the crew.
“Cheese will arrive soon enough! Divert all available power to the shields and organize fire control. We will carry the day still!” he snarled, his face a mask of fury, terrifying in the scarlet light.

All the remaining functional troll vessels surged forward, surrounding the already weakened fleet of Dakka. Then, the void behind the Forum fleet split open as a massive spacecraft pulled itself through the weberspace/realspace hole. It was a mod battle cruiser, one of the greatest ships available to all of Dakka. Paul new who commanded it. High Mod Manfred, Vice Administrator of Dakka, commanding the ‘Adepticon’ class battle cruiser, The Manpurse. It’s hull was covered in murals depicting dakkaite warriors destroying the horde of Waaagh! Warseer, many year’s past. The trolls were in for some hot stuff indeed. Opening up with Lock Batteries and a Ban Pulse Generator, the mighty vessels let rip into the enemy fleet. It looked as if Dakka would still carry the day, but it was not to be. The troll reinforcements soon arrived. A second troll fleet, twice the size of the one already in combat, webbed in, led by a truly vast vessel of alien origin. The nature of the troll battleship soon dawned upon Paul. It was a Chanian vessel, every inch of it’s armor covered in twisted imagery of deamon’s and other insanity, the foulness that delved in weberspace, the stuff of which Chania was made.
Cheese Elemental had returned. The dakka fleet made a hasty tactical withdrawal, but where harassed by the Spirit of Damnation, picking out the stragglers and damaged escorts. The rest of the troll fleet stopped to loot and reuse any still valuable pieces of the drifting hulks and the wreckage.

“Take us to painting and modeling forum, the war has probably not touched it yet”
Paul managed, between sobs of sadness and shock.

“Excellent killing, lord Gwar!” cheese said softly over the inter comm.
“We thank for your timely intervention, master” the Troll king answered.
“You must never force me to save you again in this manner, you hear me?”
“No, master never again.” Gwar! bowed, and the connection was ended.
Cheese sat back and closed his eyes and sat back.
“I sense something” He said, so quietly that only Green Blow Fly, standing directly next to him could hear.
“What would that be?”
“A dakkaite. Living.”
Green Blow Fly frowned. “In one of the hulks, sir?”
“No. Around… Here.” He pointed to the image of a holoscreen in front of the command chair, In a empty are of space.
“There is nothing there. I cannot sense it, and the scanner says it does not exist. It cannot exist therefore.”
“It must be a cloaked scout ship”
“Even if that were true, how would you target a moving object at this distance, that you cannot see?”
“ I know what to do. Just get me closer.”
Green Blow Fly began issuing orders.

Paul detected the approaching battleship very quickly. He resisted an urge to drop all shields and divert all power to engines. He would be a sitting duck. They could not see him, so he must be the one revealing himself. But even if they had a psyker with the ability to detect his mind’s presence, that was not enough to target him. Calm down, there is no danger whatsoever, he told himself. It somehow sounded hollow. Soon the great ship loomed just above him, menacing searching, but blind.

“I can sense him”
“I don’t feel him. If you feel some link dakkaites in between that reveals him to you, I should see him too.”
“Then I must have something more in common with this guy”
“You think he is a potential ally?”
“No”
“But sir, he is but one dakkaite, what could he possibly do?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why bother?”
“To make an example of him. To show them we spare absolutely no one.”
“And how will you destroy him then?”
“Get everyone out of here, I need to focus.”
“So then you… wait, what?!”
“Get Out! All Of You! Everyone! Now!”
Everyone obeyed, and the great bridge was emptied.

Paul was feeling small and insignificant, many times more so then usual.
He briefly wondered if the ship would not be able to track him if he knocked himself unconscious. Then, suddenly, a great pressure closed on his mind, like a giant hand threatening to crush his head. He screamed and put his hands on his hands to block it out.
On the bridge, Cheese’s sword of flame shacked in its scabbard, feeling the deep concentration of its master. Cheese ignored it, applying more pressure. Paul screamed with the burning pain, seeing through a fog clouding his eyes blood dripping from his nose, forming a pool on the floor. The pain was beyond screaming now, and the red stains on the floor swirled, mixing with black, forming a flowing whirlpool of pain. He dimly realized he was blacking out. The Dakkaite slumped to the floor, his body limp. Aboard the battleship, Cheese let out a breath he had not been aware he had been holding. This one had been slightly stronger than most of them.

The ‘Lurker’ drifted through the Log-in gates some time later, and crash landed on the ravaged planet of OT soon after, its owner in a deep and dreamless coma.

Would someone please chance upon my crashed spaceship and discover my unconscious body now?

Waaagh_Gonads wrote:Is the post wanted or not?

Also do you guys want me to delete the 'chatter' amongst yourselves? I had started but got called away at work, which is when I pressed the wrong delete button (I still had to PM Paul about it)

Honestly back in the day of the 'Divine Light' series here on dakka we would just follow on from the last post. And would keep sets of characters to 3 locations for sanities sake but new characters could always just cycle in within their first post....

corpsesarefun wrote:



Yes delete pauls post