Sensei Fox
Eater of Goldfish Crackers
A lone hill stands over the landscape, the entire slope deforested to the the bottom which held amber leaved trees. Small holes and lines in the slope had protrusions as well as levels of loose rocks pushed into ditches. These were weapons meant to defend this small scrap of land. Small arms and cannons handled by the defenders that had dug into the landscape. This was the last length ground they had to dig in to. Every other inch of dirt had been purged of sentient life. Part of the planet was destroyed by the warring faction of another planet but those forces pulled out and ran when a much more destructive enemy came into play.
Planets had waged war against each other before under certain rules, even the most barbaric of conflicts. This enemy, a force that arrived in a dark pulsing cloud flowing through space known only as The Black followed no rules or courtesy. Once the storm composed of the dark clouds neared an inhabited planet, it's fighters were fired from the shroud of the storm to the surface. Once they touched down, they had only one purpose, to destroy everything without hesitation.
These things were machines, but not. Unlike machines they weren't operated by wires or pistons, things that conventional weapons and a good shot could take out. They were made of metal and they didn't clunk around clumsily. These things were precise machines held together by some unknown force inside an impenetrable shell. The shell itself was smooth and shined perfectly. It was a gray-white color and not even dinged by weapons. There was no weak spot to these things. Not even attacking the supposed eye phased it. They simply continue walking and projecting beams of energy into anything moving. In the year since the storm The Black spawned from, not one of their mechanical terrors has been destroyed.
That is the terror those entrenched faced. There was nowhere to run. Those that could be evacuated from the planet were. All those left were determined to fight until the last. The trees moving in great waves showed The Black moving forward to their position. As soon as they reached the end of the tree line, the first shots were fired. The serene green hill erupted into projectile and blasts of energy. One large shot ignited the trees below into an immediate inferno. Still, The Black advanced. Fougasses dug into the hillside showered gravel and shrapnel on the hillside and created massive craters. The Black were not slowed in the slightest and hadn't even fired a shot. The defenders fired all the munitions left on the planet within minutes. Having run out of options, the armed themselves with ancestral blades, empty rifles, and other makeshift bludgeons. Their last stand against The Black was not with their back turned trying to escape. They charged down their hill into their glorious doom.
The once glorious planet kingdom of Popra had fallen. The royals fled with what wealth they could carry while the last of their defenders aided by sympathetic mercenaries fell on the planet surface. What was once a planet of unrivaled architecture and beauty is now a burning rock consumed inside the storm.
The storm continues to reach into the system.
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This is a remake of a very old role play that lasted several months with my direction and a few more months without my presence on the thread. I lost the original writing on a long forgotten website and just half-assed it here. I'll be fine tuning it as people gain interest.
This is a futuristic sort of space adventure. There will be several planets with unique cultures and races. In the original incarnation of this thread, there was plenty of drama, action, even a little love. It's going to be a roller coaster. Above it says that The Black have never been destroyed. In the original thread, we only ever "destroyed" one unit and it took a lot. Needless to say, the combat will be hardcore in a sense of NPC combat. You can however fight other people if it comes to that.
With all that in mind, I'll be working on this and fine tuning it which could take a little time to get all the content. If you're interested, let me know. Questions are encouraged and suggestions are appreciated.
The Thread: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/falling-in-the-black.92422/
Planets had waged war against each other before under certain rules, even the most barbaric of conflicts. This enemy, a force that arrived in a dark pulsing cloud flowing through space known only as The Black followed no rules or courtesy. Once the storm composed of the dark clouds neared an inhabited planet, it's fighters were fired from the shroud of the storm to the surface. Once they touched down, they had only one purpose, to destroy everything without hesitation.
These things were machines, but not. Unlike machines they weren't operated by wires or pistons, things that conventional weapons and a good shot could take out. They were made of metal and they didn't clunk around clumsily. These things were precise machines held together by some unknown force inside an impenetrable shell. The shell itself was smooth and shined perfectly. It was a gray-white color and not even dinged by weapons. There was no weak spot to these things. Not even attacking the supposed eye phased it. They simply continue walking and projecting beams of energy into anything moving. In the year since the storm The Black spawned from, not one of their mechanical terrors has been destroyed.
That is the terror those entrenched faced. There was nowhere to run. Those that could be evacuated from the planet were. All those left were determined to fight until the last. The trees moving in great waves showed The Black moving forward to their position. As soon as they reached the end of the tree line, the first shots were fired. The serene green hill erupted into projectile and blasts of energy. One large shot ignited the trees below into an immediate inferno. Still, The Black advanced. Fougasses dug into the hillside showered gravel and shrapnel on the hillside and created massive craters. The Black were not slowed in the slightest and hadn't even fired a shot. The defenders fired all the munitions left on the planet within minutes. Having run out of options, the armed themselves with ancestral blades, empty rifles, and other makeshift bludgeons. Their last stand against The Black was not with their back turned trying to escape. They charged down their hill into their glorious doom.
The once glorious planet kingdom of Popra had fallen. The royals fled with what wealth they could carry while the last of their defenders aided by sympathetic mercenaries fell on the planet surface. What was once a planet of unrivaled architecture and beauty is now a burning rock consumed inside the storm.
The storm continues to reach into the system.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This is a remake of a very old role play that lasted several months with my direction and a few more months without my presence on the thread. I lost the original writing on a long forgotten website and just half-assed it here. I'll be fine tuning it as people gain interest.
This is a futuristic sort of space adventure. There will be several planets with unique cultures and races. In the original incarnation of this thread, there was plenty of drama, action, even a little love. It's going to be a roller coaster. Above it says that The Black have never been destroyed. In the original thread, we only ever "destroyed" one unit and it took a lot. Needless to say, the combat will be hardcore in a sense of NPC combat. You can however fight other people if it comes to that.
With all that in mind, I'll be working on this and fine tuning it which could take a little time to get all the content. If you're interested, let me know. Questions are encouraged and suggestions are appreciated.
The Thread: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/falling-in-the-black.92422/
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