myOtaku.com: Chaos Eidolon
Friday, October 14, 2005
WHAAA....dude lookit! a rock!
|Hey pple! is life good? howz it goin? X3 ive been swamped as usual >> yes sirEee, ive had very little free time due to the evilishness that is...*gasp* skool XD mK...im like, a really good guesser...like, on this test the other day, i guessed on everything and i made a 82! SUGOI!! XD and ive coined the nickname "bearded man" around skool because i look so scragly XD and today, it was stoplight day er some crap XD like, if your single you wear green, and if your dating someone you wear red, and me having NO idea it was stoplight day, (because i have no school spirit XP) i just happened to wear a red shirt and there was red on my shoes and my hoodie was RED!!! XD how ironic...so i had to deal with pple asking me who i was going out with all day long, quite annoying >> ne who...the new nine weeks starts next week! and guess wha? i get the Same classes! OMG YAY! that means my life is going to get EVEN more monotonous (big words be proud lindus! XD) and repetative! soon my life will blur into a slushy like mix of school, pirates, homework and yoplai yogurt XDD now id like to take the time to thank all my friends on myo! ur all so nice'n stuff! oh yeaa, u guyz totally rok the sox! XPP and now, im going to quadruple the posts length by putting my creative writing homework assignment UP!!! BWAHAHAHA YES! be forewarned, if you read this your eyes may accually bleed from the inexerably horrid nature of it all XD if you dont feel like reading it, then uh...DONT!|
Deep within the Segni system, on a remote segi-9 probe station, Orval Yorkshire manned his station.
“Good morning Orval, Shall I initiate standard root check for inbound activity?” rang the soothing voice of the computer AI.
“Hey sexy, that would be fine, ” replied Orval.
It had been years since he had seen a human female. His fingers skimmed across the control panel initiating the system root check. He kicked his legs on the counter and leaned back in his chair. He lit a fine “umbra” cigar and inhaled the raspy-cherry flavored smoke. It was slightly chilly in the room, and he ordered the AI to raise the temperature several degrees. He stared past the frosty window into the deep nothingness that was the segni-system.
“Captain Vinhiem traveling on an inbound system vector towards Umbra HQ” came over the speaker system.” Permission granted captain” he said respectfully as he logged in the vessels system root vectors and sent the files directly to Umbra HQ. It was his job to monitor this section of the segni system, send out probes and gather information on system traffic and report his findings to HQ…Specifically, he was on the lookout for Veltelgi Vessels. The Veltelgi. The name sent chills down his spine. These strange humans started the nuclear war 200 years ago. They’re kind popped up out of nowhere. They were dominated by science and logic, and worked as one united power forcing their ideals upon the rest of mankind. When earth was nearly destroyed, an organization appeared to combat the Veltelgi. They were FERA – the final earth resistance alliance. They were forced to retreat from earth and eventually landed here, and established the Umbra HQ. In hopes of mounting a decent offensive at taking back their home planet. Orval stood as Vinhiem passed in his FERA cruiser. It was a beautiful ship. He mounted a crisp salute towards the vessel. He had not forgotten his many years in service. The war effort was hopeless though. In a matter of months the Veltelgi would conquer the few remaining FERA systems. Their technology was superior in every way; they were quicker, stronger, and adapted to any situation.
That’s why he was here. It was safe, unimportant to the Veltelgi. He had resigned here many years ago when he realized the war effort was futile. He started to daze off, dreaming of a warm bed and fireplace (he wasn’t too fond of his ice-cold bunker facility.
A sharp “pinging” noise awoke Orval. He looked at the clock in the corner screen; he had slept for three hours. The pinging continued. It was the signal of an inbound ship. The computer quickly recognized the craft as a FERA frigate. It was coming strait for his station too…. what business could they possibly have here? He thought to himself. The craft docked, and the airlock opened. Several men wearing FERA ballistic armor approached Orval. On the armor was a small crest, in the shape of a raven; in each of its claws were a skull. These men were the infamous hell troopers of FERA. They ordered Orval to board their ship; they were in need of his assistance. He didn’t dare question their authority, and boarded the frigate. Once inside they pointed him towards the briefing room. He opened the door; it was cramped inside, with a small table and two chairs. A man sat across the room wearing a navy blue suit, his hair was balding and wispy grey streaks ran through it. The man looked stern, and cold.
“Sit down Mr. Yorkshire” the man said in a gruff, deep voice. He quietly sat in the green padded chair. The man told him of the vessel “Fallen Sun” the same vessel that Captain Vinhiem was in charge of. Captain Vinhiem was apparently in need of an information bridge officer; and none fit the glove better than Orval. He’d had more information and technical experience than many of the captains themselves. This meant that he’d have to be in the main bridge, with the captain during battles. That was the last place Orval wanted to be. He had no choice in the matter, and failure to comply would result in death. He was dismissed from the briefing room. In an instant, his life had been turned upside down, no longer was he going to be able to hide in his safe corner of the universe. They were now headed for Umbra HQ. Several hours passed and they were beginning to near the HQ.
He looked out his window and saw the utterly massive planet of Umbra. Storm clouds billowed over the surface of the jungle embedded sphere.
“Entering planet atmosphere, please be seated and engage all hazard locks,” the captain said over the speakers. Orval took his place and double-checked to make sure the locks were all secure. The ship dove towards the surface and everything began to rumble. Outside the window it looked like the ship was on fire. He noticed a considerable increase in temperature as well. Soon enough the ship leveled out and entered normal atmosphere. Beneath them was what seemed to be a vast sea of endless jungle spreading to the horizon. Gigantic tree’s billowed thousands of feet into the air, and gargantuan semipermiable domes dotted the surface which could each contain twenty to thirty thousand people. The atmosphere was like a poison, and was unbreathable. The frigate pulled even closer to the surface and we swooped in near one of the larger domes. The frigate drew near the dome and slowly pressed through its shimmering water-like surface. The “iron bubbles” as they were so adequately nicknamed were the greatest achievement of FERA. They could allow massive ships inside, or harden to act as a force field in times of distress. It was also nearly invisible, except for when a ship or object touched it, and then it glowed and shimmered like the ocean at dawn. It also kept the breathable atmosphere inside, allowing humans to breath. The ship turned towards a docking bay and locked in place.
With a spurt of highly compressed air the hatch opened up to the inside colony. He disembarked and turned into the endlessly long see-through hallway. Outside he saw the “fallen sun” cruiser. It was easily 100 times as large as their frigate. If the fallen sun was here, that meant Vinhiem was here as well. The landscape was beautiful. The sky was on fire with an orange-yellow hue and grand cumulus clouds filled the expanse. On the edge of the lush forest “jungle spiders” were busy on patrol duty. These odd machines stood on long flexible legs, perfect for maneuvering through the thick jungle swamp moss. Some soldiers call them the “hotbox” because it can reach extreme, sometimes hazardous temperatures inside. This place all looked so foreign, like an alien planet. “This way” said a hell trooper as he guided Orval through the winding passages. Suddenly he stopped beside a door and told Orval to enter. He did so, and found Captain Vinhiem inside, staring into the outside world with his hands clasped behind his back. He turned and saw Orval.
“Ah, so you’re my new bridge officer,” said the Captain in a deep satisfied tone while turning to salute.
“Yes sir, I am sir” Orval said as he returned the salute.
The man had multiple scars across his face and a short grey flattop, the military standard. His face was craggy and wrinkled with time. His dark navy blue suit was cleanly pressed and ironed. He wore many insignia on his chest, each representing an act of valor. There was an Aura about the man, a sense of divine leadership and wisdom.
“Can I rely on you to perform your duty soldier”? He asked in a stern voice.
“Yes sir, of course sir” Orval replied.
“I hear you’re the best at what you do, ill need nothing less than perfection if we plan to succeed” said the captain.
“Succeed…at what?” Orval asked.
“Isn’t that obvious Yorkshire? Were going to take back earth, and slaughter as many of those Veltelgi bastards as we can in the process”
Yay! *claps* did u enjoy it? i sure hope you did!
NOW im going to drive this home and induidibly obliterate any fibers of your being that are left by presenting....THE CREATURE OF THE POST DUM DUM DUHHHHMM!!!! *lightning strikes* XD
This my fellow kinsman is teh Orgulados Vel ulmsagniveros Isishoushidini (ill give you 10 bucks if you can pronounce that XD) we'll just callem Orgulados...
The Orgulados is a sub specie of Vorlog. It also resides in the swamplands of the south. They are somewhat less intellegent than their counterpart, and are more beast-like. They stand 12 feet tall, but often walk hunched or on all fours. They spend thier days in a hybernative-like state lying under the swamp moss. When an foe approaches the Orgulados creeps under the moss and springs up to catch his opponent by surprise, and consumes his prey willingly. They tend to be ferocious but slow, and cumbersome creatures, and are easy to evade. For reasons unknown to us, they often bear a metallic-like mask that is bound to thier face through a rather unusual process. Under examining the body, the mask seems to be melted onto thier skin, the wound had long since healed though, meaning that the mask must have been burned on in thier younger years. Perhaps the mask has some sort of recognition or religious or spiritual connotation. On a certain day when the moons are aligned the creature can be seen in the swamp standing erect, emitting a dense smoke from thier jaws, making unusual whale-like moans and clicks. Again we dont quite understand the significance of this ritual. Because of the little threat this beast poses to the empire, we have concentrated our studys towards more immediate threats.
Whoo hooO! thats over with! XP well...now i can continue with the post :P lets see...Ah yes! im almost done with the second halo novel! only a few pages away from finishing it! im going to play epic music from the game while i finish it XD There really good books too! it fills in alot of gaps left out of the game, i totally cant wait to start the 3rd one! :P ne body else reading ne good books er novels? mMMHmmm... YAY! im finally gunna get some time to visit all your sites this weekend! oh what a glorious feeling...the weekend...tis good Neh!? drawing-wize, ive been doing a watercolor at school for about a month, and ill be sure to scan it when i finish to show u guyz ^_^ im guilty of having static or "posed" drawings, so im trying to implement more action and animated scenes into my art. oH yeaz! and lindus has a Birthday commin up! xP yessirE big 17! So, everyone be sure to give her some pocky or somethin XD NowwwW, this post wouldnt be complete without some good'ole eyecandy neh? so, ill leave you with some uber stuff to make your eyes say "ooOOOOooo YUmmy! XD"
Farewell my pirate friends! untill next time! *spontaniously combusts*