LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II

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Oh, and Serenity is the continuation of Firefly.

Thanks for backing me up :D

on the Khemrian Lingua Franca issue, I'd suggest you need a couple more hundred years for it to establish itself (due in most part to the Khemrians not being politically in control of a large area, and its only infulence is thus its culture and merchants.)
 
North King said:
You'll all be speaking Merhai! BWAHAHAHAHAHA...
Be quiet and update!!!
 
Kal'thzar said:
Thanks for backing me up :D

on the Khemrian Lingua Franca issue, I'd suggest you need a couple more hundred years for it to establish itself (due in most part to the Khemrians not being politically in control of a large area, and its only infulence is thus its culture and merchants.)

Also remember that a lot of Khemri doesn't speak Khemri (yet), but Kehex.
 
The crew of Serenity was mowing through the tangled forest. Serenity seemed hardly fazed by the trees clawing at his face.

Jafar smoked a Trinlin cigar, imported over thousands of miles. Trinlin made such good cigars. Jafar let the smoke curl around his great beard. He played with his axe thrwoing it into the air. He was bored with all the battle plans. He was tired of the needless discusions.

"Whats there to discuss, we come in, kill all them bastards and burn the bodies." He grumbled. Jafar looked at the war as almost a game. He was liked in the halls of drunks by his grand humor and drinking songs, but almost every noblemen looked down on him as the scum of society. Some thought he was the main reason for the kings distaste for his son. Jafar was not a myocacan either.

He was a davarian. Jafar had come to the wountry seeking war. It was when thranwuir turned up in the dungeons of the fortress that he changed mind set. He aided Thranwuir in his escape and ran off with his crew.

Most of the others were not Myocacan either. Holstein was from Khemri. His great grandfather had come as an ambassador in the peaceful days. When the war started he chose to stay and defend the only home he knew.

Josephine, called Jasmine for casual, was in fact descended from the Citadel. She had come as an apprentice to her scholar. They were there to record the great battles that took place. But her master was struck dead. She had practiced her arts of fighting in her free time and left the scholar life for adventure in war.

Only Balthazar and Thrawuir were pure Myocacan. Balthazar had been a rogue in his young life. Mainly living in the streets outside the palace. He had been chosen by Thranwuir as a playmate. It was one of the earliest distastes of his father. Although Balthazar proved to far more intellectual in school than Thranwuir, he was not as good a tactician.

Thranwuir had lost credit from his father ever since his oldest brother died in the war. Fethelon had perished in one of the many raids. He had spent a week dieing in the nursery.

Thranwuir smiled looking back at his grumpy friend, "You know they are your own people."

"Don't give me any of that ethnical bull crap, Thranwuir. They all stink at fighting and it makes for good fun I tell you."

Thranwuir chuckled. He looked at his map. He knew of a few spots scouted by his men. Although he had heard his men talking about little men in the trees.

Balthazar looked across into the forest. He listened for any sound of a horse step. He heard a rustling in the trees. "Stop! Someones over there."

Thranwuir redirected Serenity in Balthazar's direction. They could suddenly hear more rustling. They saw a little form. Holstein grabbed an arrow. He fired nailing the creature down. They heard a cry come from above. It sounded like a young boy.

Jasmine grabbed her chain flail had swung herself up into the trees. She saw a boy covered in paint and carrying a short sword. The boy cut loose the arrow from his pant leg and hucked a stone as Jasmine as he dashed into the trees.

Jasmine deflected the blow and grappled the boy down with her chain. The boy stumble and dangle upside down above the ground. An older boy came out, a teenager, maybe only 16. With a wheat stem in his mouth he drew two hooked duel swords.

"Release my brother."

Jasmine let the boy fall onto Serenity. Thranwuir jumped up the tree drawing sword. The boy lunged at him. Parry, jab, deflect, swing, another parry. The two clashed suddenly the boy lost his footing on a stem. The boy plummeted down.

Thranwuir lept down holding his blade close to the boys throat. "Who are you? Why do you taunt my men?"

"I answer not to Lengel scum."

"Don't you have any idea who you are talking to this is the ..."

"Control yourself Balthazar...I am no lengel, I am Thranwuir Ranger of Fathrom, Prince of Myocaca."

"Names Zip, this is my brother, Gregor. I control a small crew of freedom fighters. We've been trying to liberate the local area. We live in these trees. I can show you it."

"What lands do you hail from boy?"

"Svitzerland."

"Very well we will accompany back to your home. Next time watch out. War is hell boy."

Thranwuir did not like the look of the boy. He seemed to hold an unfriendly swagger. The boys messy brown hair made him look like the spitting image of a rogue. But Thranwuir could not seem to find trust in this boy. He had heard one of his soldiers tell of a group that near saved their lives than disapeared. This boy was no doubt the boy his soldiers spoke of, but trust was hard to earn from Thranwuir.
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The group went off into the forest. Carrying two freedom fighters. Zip smiled to himself. No one could tell what was going on behind those unblinking eyes. Zip never stopped staring at the ranger before him. He chuckled. They had no idea. His master would be pleased.
 
This is the hardest NES to leave, but, as I am leaving NESing, i suppose I cannot stay. It's too bad: Kelios was a nation that I thought would actually prove very interesting and fun to play. Hopefully someone will snap it up and take it on the path I don't have the willpower to right now.
 
So....iggy, howz about that update........It is wednesday......
 
He said in the vacation thread it'll be this weekend. Where's YOUR update? :p

EDIT: Remembered the ChipNES deadline was today. But still. I must know. :D
 
Lord_Iggy said:
Zzz... mumblemumble... it's going fine... so tired.
Iggy if i get in my second update before you get in this one, i'm going to eat a penguin sandwich and wash it down with the blood of canadian puppies!
 
Stupid puppies.

1. You can't just find a Penguinskan Penguin and eat it. You'd have to eat a normal penguin, which is only a minor affront to me.

2. Well, I doubt that you'd go out of our way to get a puppy, or a penguin for that matter. I doubt the validity of your threats.

I plan to finish the update on Friday or Saturday morning.
 
It's Friday now... Soon it will be Sunday, Iggy. :p
 
The Leperchauns were taking hevay losses. They had had to retreat from crater base Theta, and now they wer barely holding out. The combined power of the Polar Bears, Panda's and Otters was almost unstoppable. They needed reinforcements!!!!

"Jack, Where are those Penguins!!!!"

"Geoff, I told you, their still writing the history!"

"We need them NOW, we can barely hold out any longer!"

"Sir, i'm sure thaAHHHHHHHHHHH" Jack began to scream as a Panda artillery shell crashed down upon their forward postion. Lasers from an orbiting polar Bear satellite bombarded their bunker, and they heard a thunderuos roar. The Panda had broken through the barrier walls!

Jack drew his guns, and as he dual-wieled his Laspistols he shot two Panda's off Geoff. Jack loaded in two extened automatic clips, changed his gun to bolt mode, and looked towards Geoff how had done the same. They set their guns to full-auto. They nodded to each other in the silent nod between friends, where you know what you are both thinking, but you can't say it.

They both crouched down, and then leapt over the barrier and onto the open battlefield. The Panda's and Polar Bears were over-running all the positions.

"FOR TELLUS" they yelled as the opened fire, taking all the could with them. Jack remembers seeing Geoff's head explode like a baloon full of ketchup, and he remebered the thud of his body hitting the ground. Jack was out of ammo so he drew his Leperchaun sword, powered it up and charged into battle. He was swinging like a mad man, slicing and dicing the advancing Bear Alliance lines. But this could not always last. He broke off his sword in the armor of a Polar Bear, who then smiled with the merciless smirk off a man with no chnace to lose but who will crush you anyway. The Polar Bear punched Jack 10 feet into the air, and Jack was flying backwards. A laser shot went through his stomach. He smacked into an outcropping and slide down to thee ground. He clutched his wound, his hand warm in his own blood. He saw his life flash before his eyes. He saw the faces of all the friends he had lost to the vile Bears. And he knew what he had to do. He watched as the Leperchauns were forced to fall back again, and the Bear Alliance flooded forward.

And Jack was a lone Leperchaun in a tide of Bears. He was surrouded by thousands and thousands off them on all sides. And he took a round ball off his vest and turned a knob and flipped a switch. He whispered, "For Tellus, the hope of us all", and in that instant a giant explosion rocke the entire mon itself. The flames were visible too the people of Tellus, for it is documented in many many texts from the period. A pillar of flame and then a debris everywhere. There was a 10 mile in diameter crater, blasted by Jacks last chancer, which caused a chain reaction with the bombs and ammunition of all the Bears and dead Leperchauns.

He sacrificed himself to win more time for the Penguins, he sacrificed himself for all of Tellus. But how long could his sacrifice last. The Penguins needed to finish. And Fast!
 
Swiss, methinks you should spend less time on these stories and more on YOUR update... :p
 
N.A.O. Orbital Command Center, Tellus Division

It was finished. Those Blarney Stone kissing, Luck O' The Irish fools had been routed. A tide of fleeing midget leprechauns flashed into view on all screens, as a voice came in over the comlink.

"Second Narcissist Battalion reporting, Supreme Chairman. Significant casualties were suffered among the polar bear mercenary companies, and it seems that a Leprechaun commander detonated a small nuclear device on the surface. Our repulsor shields confined it to a small square of terrain, however. Theta is ours."

Thlayli smiled. "Excellent work, Colonel Ahmadi. Tell Francois to establish the jamming system immediately. The Lunar Republic of Ireland has to stay in the dark about this battle."

"At once, commander."

The screen went black. Grinning with anticipation, Thlayli put on the uniform of the Supreme Chairman, an eclectic mix of battle fatigues and the court dress of a 16th century French musketeer. Walking down the bridge, a heavyset Lusitanian saluted.

"Your cruiser, sir?"

"Yes, and an assault team. The way is finally clear."

It was ironic, really. Chip's forces had no idea what N.A.O. was really up to. Odd, since it was the NAO, after all. Such carnage was so unnecessary, but they had refused to listen to reason, putting up their barrier shields like that. There was only one other option. As the cruiser's thrusters lifted it off the fueling station, it hovered forward out of a small, Grand Central-sized alcove into the shockingly massive docking chamber.

Penn Gwynn once remarked, "The N.A.O. are the scum of the multiverse. They use humans, after all! RECYCLED humans!"

But he hadn't realized their potential. As the more intelligent animal races of the multiverse were taken over by influential NESers, Thlayli, founder of the NAO, had looked elsewhere. There were dead NESes littering the multiverse...scores of them! All with billions, no, trillions of humans frozen in stasis. It was a simple matter to pluck a million off every NES Thlayli played; and augmented by mercenaries dissatisfied with life in the Alexandrine, Polarbearun, or Otter Empires, it had become a versatile, near-unbeatable force.

The location of the penguin citadel where the updates were forged was unknown. Perhaps those leprechauns knew...but they weren't in a talking mood, at the moment.

This had ruined NAO's earlier efforts to secure an update, since the perfect stealth of Iggy's penguin operations prevented any discovery. Not to mention, it was HIS universe.

But there was something he had forgotten. LINESII was a separate universe...but it was inevitably linked to LINES. And if it was linked to LINES, then there could be Hyperborean warp portals.

The green energy of the portal crackled into life. An otter technician gave a thumbs up (well, sort of) to the cruiser. The eight plasma cannons hummed with resonance as they powered up. With a flash of light, the sleek silver battle cruiser vanished through the portal, with a wave of sound and a snap of unreality.

As the rules of time and space were broken and remade, the guidance system on the bridge locked on the coordinates. Thlayli's eyes widened with surprise.

"The core of the planet, huh? Well that explains why we couldn't find it..."

Inside the penguin fortress, chaos ensued. Around seventeen thousand technicians typed rapidly into databanks, trying to keep the universe from collapsing in on itself while simultaneously doing Iggy's homework. Other penguins ran in random directions, or grabbed fish from a massive, ice-covered pool.

Suddenly, five penguins ran up to the console where Iggy was typing his update, screaming bloody murder. Random janitors and guards flew out of the way like bowling pins.

The lead penguin, wearing an absurdly small lab coat, collapsed at their feet. "They're here! They've found us!"

Iggy turned around, one eyebrow raised.

"Who's here?"

At that moment, the entire room rumbled, just one tiny bit. The chaos of the updating fortress grinded to a halt.

Then, a huge flash of blue-white light permeated the chamber, followed by a huge explosion as the reinforced-diamond-titanium rear retaining wall exploded, literally dissolved by a direct infusion of molten plasma. About ten thousand penguins were vaporized on impact. Cannons, lasers, and crossbows blazing, the NAO command cruiser barrelled into the room. A large data bank exploded and toppled over. Good thing that one was for show, anyway.

The ship landed roughly, and the main hatch opened with a hiss.

A long file of Frenchmen and Pandas exited, to form two ranks facing each other. They stood to attention, and saluted. Between them walked Thlayli, Supreme Chairman of N.A.O.

One of the penguins, wearing a red bandana that gave him a strong resemblance to Che Guevara, gasped. "Is that..."

Thlayli laughed. "Yes, it is. Hello Iggy. I'd like to tell you that we want an update. And we want it...NAO!"
 
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