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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 9:52:46 GMT -5
It might be our only hope of survival, Kiwi. I clone the prototype weapon and commissions them to Kiwi's clone army and captain Qwerty, and keeps one for myself.
Now, I thought, we must think on a...bigger...scale, and laughed slightly evilly. Ripping apart one of the ships huge cannons, I start increasing the barrell size of it, along with changing its weapon system...
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Post by Qwerty on Aug 28, 2009 10:13:52 GMT -5
Excellent, we know hat can damage them, whatever they are. Have we scanned the EGBs for any tracking devices yet? We don't want this guy's friends to come knocking on our doorstep.
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 10:16:15 GMT -5
Yes, and we have discovered no tracking devices...That we know of...
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Post by artik on Aug 28, 2009 10:54:21 GMT -5
"Well I'm going back to arm my clones with these weapons." Kiwi then boarded his ship, and after the 8 hour ride back home, he opened the door, and saw complete and utter chaos.
The... Things had attacked. The Artiks and the Monsters were fighting ferociously. Kiwi went back in his ship, called his allies about the attack, pulled out one of the Anti-EGB weapons, and started shooting the Things. He passed more and more weapons to the Artiks, until they were gone, and then ordered the Artiks to flee inside the Secret Base. As they were running, he heard an explosion, probably his ship, and cursed.
He got in the secret base alive, and started barricading the door and windows. When he was done, he counted how many Artiks had survived. 4334. That means 666 Artiks were left out there and were probably dead already. He was shocked. Was this a sign from a greater being? No, he thought, just a coincidence.
He started cloning more and more Artiks until the machine was overheated. He hated when that happened, it took very long to work again. Months, sometimes.
He tried phoning his comrades but with no success. He guessed that he already phoned them before, and they would come to his rescue. Soon...
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 10:59:47 GMT -5
Wibbles receives no replies to messages to Artik, and begins to worry.Wibble tells this to Qwerty, and decides to send a scout party
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Post by Angel on Aug 28, 2009 14:41:29 GMT -5
We had arrived. I noticed a battle going on, involving the two scouts and.. clones? I pointed at the seen, and hundreds of Slags and Malevolents jumped down and helped the Scouts. I stayed in the ship watching the scene. My wicked cape billowed as the wind blew, tattered. My armor had a malicious aura around it, and I sat there, staring at the fight.
I raised two fingers, and the ship's main cannon charged up, the turrets shot madly at the enemy, and the troops who were still on the ship shot wildly. "This should be fun," I said to myself, with a vicious grin.
OOC: Most of that is untrue. Slags have excellent eyesight, and we are extremely fast at adapting: we've been known to grow immunities to carbon(just a heads up) among other things.
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -5
Wibble sat in the control room, and watched the battle on the main screen.He sends messages for the scouters to retreat, as well as to the remaining clones. Grabbing the transmat, he goes into the secret base where Kiwi is, and quickly teleports him back the base, carrying as many clones as possible with him. Just s he returns, he sees the Slags and Malevolents on the main screen taking over the planet, and now realises their weapons are useless. Some clones are locked up in the secret base, but they are the only survivors.
I turn round to the cannon I was working on, looked at the bases power supply,and a hypothetical bulb blinked on above his head. He had an idea...
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Post by artik on Aug 28, 2009 15:22:53 GMT -5
Captain Kiwi lights a cigar and yells,"What the hell was that!? How did they find me, and why did they attack!?"
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 15:27:42 GMT -5
No need to get angry. One of your clones must have tipped them off...But whats more important is that we protect our planets. I suggest you make more Kiwis, whilst I...make...some tea. Yes, tea.*quickly backs out*
I yank out some unimportant yet powerful plugs from the base, and hook it up to the stolen cannon. I then walk towards the antimatter tank...
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Post by Angel on Aug 28, 2009 15:29:01 GMT -5
I have seemingly wiped out all the seen life. My troops ransacked the base, shooting down anything that moved. I continued watching, then made a motion with my hand as if I were dismissing the nearby Malevolents. They understood my command, and lowered the ship down. Wearing a cape around myself, I walked into the base, guarded by a squad of my Elites. My Malevolents were in almost every room, but there was one that was locked shut. I had a soldier plant charges on the door, to blast it open. His voice echoed through the now empty hall, "Three.... Two... One!"
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 15:34:54 GMT -5
moving back to the monitor, I watched in disgust as the Malevolents and Slags blow open the planets base...But I become momentarily stunned as the Kiwi clones ,as the enemy broke in, detonated a bomb.Before the monitor blanked out I could make out Malevolents and Slags within a mile radius blow to smithereens.I chuckled to myself. You can't beat us that easily....
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Post by Angel on Aug 28, 2009 15:42:39 GMT -5
With a grunt, I came out from behind my shield, with a small part of my troops intact, them coming out from behind their shields as well. I looked at the remains of a less fortunate Slag, and blasted down the door, my troops following closely behind. "Their attempts are futile. Destroy everything considered to be a threat.
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 15:48:29 GMT -5
After a while,I notice the monitor turns back on and finds the base empty, only with dead Slags and Malevolents.Their leader miust have survived, I thought...But wait! I notice 7 battered Kiwi clones emerge. They must have stood behind a shield in the explosion. Transmatting once more, I rescue the survivors.Back at the base, I help Kiwi clone his army, and slips back to the cannon... Holding an antimatter tube, I carefully slot it into place. Even the smallest amount can make the biggest difference....
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Post by Angel on Aug 28, 2009 15:52:13 GMT -5
"Troops, get out, they're going for the ship!" I yelled, as I ran out of the base with the troops, leaped into the ship, and had it take off.
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 15:59:35 GMT -5
I help finish the cloning on Kiwi's army at the main human base.Noticing the invaded planet and secret base is empty, I send some Kiwi clones to re-instate it... Back at the cannon design, I make a seperate energy source for it. I carry it into an escape pod and will come back to it later...
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Post by artik on Aug 28, 2009 16:34:45 GMT -5
Captain Kiwi decided to go back to his secret base, now that it was abandoned. He ordered his Artiks to make more defenses, traps, and all kinds of other bamboozles and wamboozles, and also to clean up. In no time the Secret Base had heavy defenses. They had began construction of a sturdy wall on the exterior of the planet. The only bad thing was that the wall would cover the sky so all the light would have to be artificial. He made more and more Artiks and every mile of the planet was a heavily fortified base. He grunted in satisfaction as he watched everything come together.
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Post by The Dark Master on Aug 28, 2009 16:42:41 GMT -5
I watched with satisfaction as the planet was rebuilt. Checking the scanner, I could see none of the enemy for billions of miles radius...Srangely quiet...
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Post by artik on Aug 28, 2009 16:47:39 GMT -5
The wall was finished. Kiwi was impressed how quickly the Artiks could work. But then again there were billions of them.
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Post by Angel on Aug 28, 2009 20:47:59 GMT -5
Back in my own galaxy, I had planned a small invasion, which itself still contained a massive horde. They boarded ten ships, heavily armed, and I sat at the front of the leading ship, relaxing in my soft, faded violet chair, with a black trim, staring at the void of space.
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Post by -M4- on Aug 28, 2009 21:03:36 GMT -5
Meanwhile:
*m4, on planet 5, takes a nap under a shady tree, pondering what he will do when he awakes*
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