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Post by yaburu on Jun 27, 2009 18:25:51 GMT -5
"We already discussed merging Bartosian technology with your crestures, Lord Tchove." Yay-Ann inserted. "You know the Bartosians will support this project."
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Post by chaoticepoch924 on Jun 27, 2009 19:34:21 GMT -5
"Our race has many DNA samples and all the Earth's metals to contribute. We have some that could interest you very much. Kaiju battles tend to leave a lot of blood around and some of them our children grew up with in the Trench and oceans. Have you heard of a creature called Arach? That's a cousin of my species and we have it's DNA at our labs, as well as a that of a specimen called Carcharodon megalodon and more, would that be useful?" Molku piped up.
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Post by The Great MM on Jun 27, 2009 20:08:17 GMT -5
Saberon was taken by surprise by the quickness of the answers. He nodded his head. "All you have to agree is help." He declared, "I know nothing about all this scientific mumbo jumbo." He then added with a hiss, "I'm a straight neck biter and blood drinker."
He heard that one Deity, Bobrazor, mutter "That explains some stuff."
He met eyes with the young one whom quickly looked away. His forked tongue emerged from his jaws. "You best keep that one silent before I show you all exactly why us Klenthurians are known for our brutality." The Deity looked back down at the table.
Saberon again looked around the room. "Dr. Ackert has been put in charge of this operation. Do any of you have a problem with that."
Several of the races looked at one another and shrugged, except Gat. "I don't know who that is." The creature responded.
"You'll find out." The reptile responded quickly and followed with "He's designed several of our monsters. Razor and Stryker are both results of his free time."
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Post by stealthartist24 on Jun 27, 2009 20:56:45 GMT -5
Prime Lord Balliston had been standing in the doorway with Yestour since Saberon had threatened the young Deity. They were accompanied by five Elite-ranked Arbalitors, each weilding electrified bolt shooters.
"And who exactly could this be?" Saberon asked with a slight hiss.
"I am Prime Lord Balliston Rerols of the Callistans if you are not familiar with us, and this is Prime General Yestour, head of our army. I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly, its just that negotiations needed to be made," Balliston said as he eyed the room, noticing Molku and making his gills 'frown' a little.
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Post by The Great MM on Jun 27, 2009 21:42:25 GMT -5
Saberon nodded and hissed. "Take a seat, junior." He smirked, "Let's talk."
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Post by tyrantisterror on Jun 27, 2009 22:34:29 GMT -5
"Ah, Razor and Stryker," Gat said. "Beautifully designed creatures. Reptiles are an excellent base for kaiju. They can inspire such menace in human minds. So when shall I meet this Klenthurian scientist?"
"He's not Klenthurian," one of the deities, who knew the Klenthurians better, chimed in. "He's a human."
Gat's eye widened in surprise. "A human? Working with the Klenthurians?"
"You sound surprised," Saberon said.
"Well, it seems outside of your M.O.," Gat said. "Particularly considering your immense hatred for the species."
"Are you accusing me of hypocrisy?" Saberon said with a hissing voice that showed a slowly growing rage.
"No, not at all," Gat said. "Quite the contrary - I wish to express some admiration. It seems you are a more complex race than I once thought."
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Post by The Great MM on Jun 27, 2009 23:59:23 GMT -5
Saberon's tongue lashes out at the air and quickly retracts. "As they say, never say no to a good thing." He declares, looking around the room, "We may not like mammals, or humans... But we're willing to set asides those dislikes for the better." He nods to the Deities and the Bartosians.
"Some seem to have their better points." Gat laughs.
Saberon raised his left brow. "Indeed."
"You know we have another problem, don't you?" The newly arrived Lord Balliston asked, changing the topic.
"Tormata?" Saberon asked, turning his gaze to him. "Yeah, we kicked that thing's ass."
"I think he means its alliance. It's neither Grand Alliance or Earthling. And its obvious they're strong." Yay-Ann cutted in.
"They could even be useful to us." Molku chimed in.
The Deities were remaining silent. "What say you?" Saberon said, directing his question to them.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Jun 30, 2009 23:40:06 GMT -5
The Deities had merely sat and observed for the majority of the meeting, making no signs more than mild expressions of interest at the arrival of each new alien race and nods of approval to each new plan. Molku’s arrival was easily the most striking, a massive draconian with a forty-seven foot wingspan easily looming over any of the others, and prompting Zajen to mutter to Syphriss, “See? Myths and reality intermingled. What did I say?” The Bartosians, who had first entered the alliance, were more familiar to the Organization, who had done their homework well, but the fish-like Callistans were another pleasant surprise for the researchers, who were more impressed by their bluish-green coloration and undersea adaptations.
Having already previously promised their technological aid to the Klenthurians, none of their diplomatic party deviated from their typical method of operations to repeat the obvious, with the exception of the ground crew’s leader, whose snide comments had tested the limits of lizardkind’s hearing, as well as Saberon’s patience. In response to Saberon’s query, Syphriss merely folded his hands before his face, his elbows resting on the desk, his last grin still not quite faded from his amusement regarding the last mammal-degrading comment. Zajen, in contrast, slowly tilted back in the room’s chair in an impromptu manner, letting his extended legs rise up until the tips of his feet touched the bottom of the table, preventing him from falling.
Glancing around the motley rest of the room, casting his eyes from the massive dragons on his right to the space squids who had deliberately sat near him, the extraterrestrial closed his eyes and adjusted his lab glasses with one finger. “Welllllll…I am completely confident that we aren’t the only race in this room to begin experimenting with this ‘shadow alliance,’” he began. “Even amidst the chaos of the battles we’ve been engaging in, to ignore a potential enemy – or resource, for that matter – is utter foolishness. Even if your scientists haven’t directly begun studying these rifts, trying to find exactly where these things are coming from, attempting to find ways to harness this energy…I’m sure that one of your many monsters have come in contact with these newcomers, or that you’ve at least been keeping tabs on them.”
“And what exactly have your scientists discovered?” Balliston responded, his gills giving a brief jump and flutter.
Zajen’s chair legs shot back down to the floor with a quiet thump. “As much as one could be expected to discover on such a short notice,” he replied. “However, as we’ve seen from the way this third party is using it as a weapon, it’s an exceedingly malleable form of energy. It’s easily adaptable into physical bodies and defenses, allowing some of these shadow creatures to maintain biologically impossible forms. For the most part, it’s horridly clichéd…it truly seems like something out of these inane fantasy stories, just ‘evil’ power. For all we know, it could even solve this planet’s horrible energy crisis!”
To his left, Gat raised a bluish eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you actually believe that these creatures result from some sort of mystical, indefinable, magical source?”
Zajen threw back his head with a laugh. “Oh, yes, of course. And an omnipotent, omniscient, invisible being with a beard created every universe, ours and yours, in just about a hundred and fifty human hours. Everything is explainable. We may not be able to find out now, or in a century, or even a thousand years…but it’ll come.”
“In any case, the theoretical applications of this energy are irrelevant in this war…all but one, that is,” Syphriss broke in, nodding his own borderline-reptilian head to Molku. “There are many ways to ‘win’ a conflict, mentally and physically. This shadow energy is, as stated, dreadfully useful to us on the physical side…regardless of whether or not Tormata’s ‘ass was kicked,’ as the colloquialism goes, it required the efforts of half a dozen creatures to bring it down!” He waggled a slender finger for emphasis. “Half a dozen, all of which emerged in exceptionally poor condition. And all this considering that this Tormata suffered from an absolutely horrid evolutionary or created design with ridiculously exposed weaknesses.”
“We would all have to actually see this Blaradon of yours, first Lord Tchove…” Zajen leant forwards on one elbow. “The design will clearly have to be edited, to make this weakness virtually a non-factor. This ability to store absolute legions of objects behind a rift…perhaps something fragile could be hidden beyond one. Not to mention the obvious usefulness of the incredibly high-powered weaponry of that Cannon of Darkness, making its attacks inexplicably effective against machines and organics alike.”
“And on the mental side…humanity, with no orbit to flee to, is quite disorganized in the aftermath of these creatures’ rampages.”
Both of the Organization’s leaders leant back in their seats, finished for the moment. There was a brief silence before the ground crew leader, further along the desk to the left, sitting slightly more to the front of the room near the Beyonders leant forwards towards Saberon himself. “Before we continue, Lord Tchove…I do have another question. As a man of science, I can’t help but notice some glaring inconsistencies in your tale.” Zajen gave the Deity a glance, but in the typical hands-off command of his race, simply turned back to the other leaders, while Syphriss simply gave another omnipresent smirk. “I’m sure you’ll expand upon these points when we go into detail on this Blaradon, but I don’t think it’d hurt to know now.” Looking at those around him, he said, “I myself was involved in observing and logging what remained of one of these galaxies that Blaradon…went through with. However, unless I’m mistaken, Blaradon annihilated all of these areas. Completely. Even when damaged, as you put it, he was still very effective in his mission. This is no galaxy. These humans are incredibly inept by any standard…they’ve barely even scratched the surface of their own moon. Why, then, are you so worried about your weapon? I understand caution myself, but the probabilities are just too overwhelming in this specific case. Was Blaradon, say…” The man paused behind his hazmat suit. “Damaged perhaps a bit more than your pride allows you to tell us, requiring the rest of your forces to finish the job?”
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Post by The Great MM on Jun 30, 2009 23:58:15 GMT -5
Saberon's tongue shot out in the air. He spun around in his chair, turning his back to the other aliens. With a wave of his hand, the image that was showing the New Orleans fight and then some switched to a robotic titan clad in a false skin. Its eyes were dead and completely black and its back was exposed.
"Blaradon is powered by two power generators." He said, pointing up, "And by a power that I am not willing to share." He said, lifting his finger up. "On our last war path, the second generator was damaged, or straight forward, destroyed."
"That doesn't answer my question."
Saberon hissed. "On why I want your help?" He answered with his own question. The deity nodded. "Two reasons. One, I enjoy overkill." That answer was met by snickers and chuckles. "And two..." He paused and spun around in his seat.
"I don't know many of your races. Truth be told, we Klenthurians aren't your typical social group. Chances are, within a decade, I'll be at war with at least half of you." Murmurs came from the group, but Saberon went on. "I want to know your technology, and you all no doubt want to know ours."
"So then this is just some elaborate scheme to find our weaknesses." Yay-Ann interrupted.
Saberon smirked and shrugged. "Its not a scheme if your opponents know exactly what you're doing. Take comfort in this fact: we don't lie."
Gat broke into laughter. "I'm loving this universe!" He declared, waving a tentacle. "I'm curious, who do you not like here."
Saberon raised his brow. His eyes fell on the Bartosians first, making Yay-Ann have to refrain her husband from standing up by placing her hand on his chest. His eyes fell on just about everyone except the Deities and the Beyonders.
Garan lowered his head, looking down at the floor as he listened to the groups whisper.
"Look." Saberon said with a hiss, "I am not making some sort of intergalactic council of peace. We are all, mostly, species that are known for our violence and war. We can choose to fight now, or learn more about each other first, and then fight."
"What's stopping you from killing us now!?" Balliston suddenly bolted.
"What indeed." Saberon responded harshly.
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Post by chaoticepoch924 on Jul 1, 2009 0:35:42 GMT -5
"It would be preferable that this meeting didn't turn hostile. Need I remind you that the humans are twisted and afraid of anything different by nature. They even fear themselves. And what they fear they destroy... My race knows this well, but yours have not seen this. Humans may not be smart but they know how to kill. It is more instinctual and primal than it is in the Klenthurians. They make GAMES about killing." Molku paused to let that sink in to the gathered. "As for your Blaradon, it would be a learning and... useful experience to us all. As for fighting against each other, at the moment we need each other to defeat the humans. In a decade we shall see differently perhaps, but today everyone here lives. Molku coughed a small flame for emphasis.
The room fell into silence for a moment. Saberon was the first to speak up, "So? What does everyone else think? Would anyone care to speak?"
Murmurs began to rise among the groups assembled. The deities came to their conclusion the fastest. "Lets get on to working on the process of working on Blaradon. To be honest this meeting is turning to grim." Zajen chuckled.
(Sorry if I did Zajen wrong.)
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Post by tyrantisterror on Jul 1, 2009 0:53:17 GMT -5
Gat, who for reasons that were even beyond himself was extremely jovial at the moment, said, "The previous overstatement of the human race's aggressive streak aside, I agree with our draconic ambassador. We are invaders in this situation - and the invading force needs to be far larger than those it is invading. This third party - the shadow creatures or whatever we are calling Tormata and his ilk - means our numbers must be even larger. If this alliance falls and we all devolve into in fighting... well, you will most likely destroy each other, and my race will pull out and reap whatever remains when the ashes fall and the dust clears." Gat could not help but give a small, if smug, grin upon saying that last line.
"Of course, none of us want that to happen," Gat continued, "Such a struggle would cripple most of you, and no doubt take a toll on the kaiju population that my race wishes to harvest. No one benefits by it. I say we take a page out of Saberon's book - so to speak - and go for overkill instead. The combined might of our races - an alliance spanning planets, galaxies, even universes - is a force to be reckoned with. We should destroy the humans now, ending their dominion of this dirt ball - no offense to you who live here. Then, when the prize we all want is within our reach, we can carve it up until everyone is either satisfied or... defeated. Save the infighting till the end, eh?"
As the others considered this, Gray whispered in Gat's ear, "I'm not sure, but I think you've said this before."
"Yes, well, with this rather unruly bunch, it seems a little redundancy is necessary to get the point across," Gat replied. "I dare say almost no one here honestly wants peace between us all - in fact, I'd wager most of them would like to just kill each other right now and be done with it. I will keep reminding them why that isn't a viable option until I feel they've stopped considering it."
When the rest of the aliens seemed to settle, Gat continued, "Now back to Blaradon. Trust me when I say this heavily interests me as a Beyonder - heavens help us, we love tinkering with biological weaponry."
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 1, 2009 2:54:39 GMT -5
Saberon was listening intently as the races spoke out. His words did create waves, but waves that had to be made. However, behind him, Garan stood next to Gatoro. His hands were clenched into fists and nobody seemed to notice.
"I doubt humans would work with us at this point." Molku declared. "They are a primitive race that would rather destroy themselves than join with a force to vanquish a bigger threat."
"We don't need them." Saberon declared, "Nor do I wish have them join us."
Garan cracked his neck behind Saberon and continued to look around the room, preying somebody would say exactly what he was thinking.
Suddenly, another Klenthurian entered the room. It walked over to Saberon and leaned down, whispering something to him. "Really?" He asked, "You sure?"
"What's happened?" Gat responded.
"Rosie... just destroyed some of the shadow creatures on his lonesome." He announced, "That alone should show they are not all powerful. Strong? Yes, but nothing a few blasts in the ass can't fix."
"Always liked that thing." Zajen added.
As the Klenthurian worker exited, Dr. Ackert entered in. His lab coat was smeared with crimson. His one hand was ungloved while it pealed off the plastic glove of the other and threw it in the waste bin. "Sorry I'm late." He said, "Zombies."
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Post by stealthartist24 on Jul 1, 2009 10:12:07 GMT -5
"A human has now entered the meeting, this is going just splendidly, isn't it?" Yestour whispered sarcastically to Balliston. "Calm yourself Yestour, I'm sure he's here for a good reason," Balliston replied. Although he truly despised the fact that Dr. Ackert was here. If he was friendly to the alliance or not. Balliston needed to make a good impression, so he thought he would try to be kind to him by asking, "Zombies you say, why don't you elaborate on that for everyone?"
"I'd be glad to," He responded.
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 1, 2009 10:25:29 GMT -5
Saberon rolled his eyes and spun around. He waved his hand across the screen again. The image of Blaradon again changed, he had to change the screen several times before a shot of outside appeared. A massive dinosaur-like creature was stumbling around with its bones exposed and flesh rotten.
"Zombie dinosaur thing." Ackert said pleased, walking past several of the alliance members and taking a seat next to Saberon. "I dubbed thee Skullizar."
"You didn't waste time with that information we gave you." Zajen responded, obviously impressed. "Not bad."
"I see Stryker has grown up, but what happened to Manticore?" Syphriss questioned, actually interesting.
"Growing. Entered a cocoon-like state a few days ago." The scientist responded, pulling out a glass ball no larger than a golf ball. Some of the others watched, noticing the liquid inside that was swashing around as he spun it under his finger.
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Post by yaburu on Jul 1, 2009 10:55:49 GMT -5
Yay-Ann eyed the sphere Ackert now had. "Dr. Ackert, may I ask what that might be?"
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