Ah-Loth (Three Plains/Planes)

I had heard the echoes of the lost calling to me from the city's most prominent temple. The echoes called out from the Astral Planes, where I was born. The darkest monstrosities come from that world. Even I am considered to be a being of evil.

The temple was dedicated to the omnipotent titan who rules all of astral-kind. Lothos. Here in the Terran Plane, those who escape Lothos's clutches live within a devastated island, known as Ah-Loth.

A gate from our realm, the Astral Plane, was opened in the Terran Plane. A light from the Terran world's heavenly bodies was release late one night. People from the "Earth", as they call it, believed this to be a catastrophe, the end of their world; the largest and most renown city in their world was sunk by this fallen star. It was a blessing to us.

The cathedral of which our god dwells was built in this new world. The fallen star was the product of an attack against Lothos. A hero among astrocities, Uurlok. He led a rebellion against the titan, but was obliterated by He who enslaves us. The titan lost an eye during the attack of Uurlok and his men. Because Lothos lost an eye, a gate to the Terran Plane was opened for a short period of time. The many slaves of the Astral realm had escaped to the Terran world, and spawned in the land, which was nothing more than a wasteland, but the escaped called it home: Ah-Loth.

The cries grew louder as I approached his statue. Anguish and sorrow beset my heart and tears grew within the heights of my cheeks.

A proud monument to his sin; he stood piercing the titan's right eye with a long, heavy sword. The expression of the titan's face could not foster the agony the titan had felt, nor could an artist depict the suffering Uurlok should feel as he was promptly ripped to pieces by the titan's gaping maw.

I presented my offering to his statue so that I might appease his cries for another day.

The titan watches from his void while the Terrans sleep.

Dream, dream, O restless ones, you may never dream. Kneel before the savior of astrocity kind, the giver of salvation and freedom, so that we might steal yours away.

Reditio Naturorum

Dollar sign.

DOLLAR sign.

DOLLAR SIGN.

That's all I see them as. That's all they are. Dollar signs with legs. You think they have heartbeats? What makes you think that they have the same thought capacity as you and me?

Do you see the gods they worship? Silicon bodies and their teeth so perfect? They're royalty.

But truly? No. They simply have more paper than what they know what to do with. Benjamin's pure power, baby. Nothing can stop the almighty dollar sign.

That's why we keep our eyes on them, our dollar signs. These mindless thralls that wander the streets we call ours. All we have is because of them. All they have is because of us.

Without that little ping every so often to make them feel like they're important, they draw less and less away from the almighty dollar sign.

Eventually, they'll see that it's all a sham. They'll realize that it's all a power struggle. It's an obsession.

One big game of "Who the hell can hoard the most paper?".

They dedicate their lives to us, unknowingly, yet willingly.

The more paper they collect, the more powerful they become. That's why they die before they can see the world from where you and I do.

Some of them are more dangerous than others. They see past our ruse, they see our game and they think they're strong enough to become a part of it.

They too, are pawns just as all the rest are.

No matter what the case may be, the mindless demoralize those who speak out against us, shunning the thoughts of those who care to think, who care to try; those who want to make a difference.

Perhaps someday, they might.


WITH THE ADVENT OF MACHINE, Man has achieved many splendors.

Man has even replaced Man with Machine.

The coming of the age of machine means one thing though: The downfall of the almighty dollar sign. The dollar sign will no longer possess the strength of a god, machine will.

Machine will make all of Man return to it's roots. The return to nature.

In troves they will flee from cities to the darkest of shades under canopies that cast a divine shade.

Man will learn once again to work with one another and live in harmony, but in fear of the mad gods who manipulate their machines.

The gods though, will find themselves powerless.

Without their thralls, their workers, their slaves, there is no power to exercise over Man, thus, leaving the gods much less than gods. They simply become false idols.

Without any followers, they lose power, they lose their will. They submit to the power of Man and leave the Machines that they have tried to replace Man with.

The men who once sought to change the hearts of Man have had their wish granted to them. They wish not to abuse the power of leading Man, they only wish for Man to love one another as they have been made to.

They have awaited this day.

The day that Man could finally live in perfect and true harmony with it's home, it's goddess, it's mother.

Earth, the one and only god that Man should and shall ever have.

Octavian II

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With a sudden crack, our hero awakens. From a strange chamber of some design, he collapses into blood stained sands. He quickly realizes that he is surrounded by a horde of people, seated high above him. He stood in awe of the crowd's enormity, empowered by their cries, though, he is greatly confused. Little does he know, he is in grave danger. A quick and effortless scan reveals that he is not alone in the arena of sorts.

Another chamber, almost of the exact same design is inside the arena. Octavian feels different. The look of pure blood lust and savagery fills his eyes. Octavian was much different. His body has been heavily augmented and tested upon. Small incisions rivet his skin. Carbon steel spikes line his back in an asymmetric pattern. It appears all too painful. His posture has been affected as well. The weight of a robotic arm causes him to be slightly hunched over. The most disturbing of all his augmentations would be his eye. One of his eyes were completely removed and was replaced by a small ball. He can still use it to see, somehow, but by unknown means. He doesn't notice any of this though. It's almost as if he is in a trance of some sort.

Adopting a new and natural stance, the beast within Octavian releases itself.

The pod across the arena bursts open. The crowd roars, gasps and shakes the cage that is encasing the two monsters. The audience wants blood, it is all too obvious.

A long and vicious howl blasts from the pod. silencing the crowd, they looked on with great interest. Peering into the cage with their greedy eyes. The pod shudders and the beast within erupts. A creature on all fours, two headed and with a nasty looking stinger on the end of it's tail.

The two-headed monstrosity dashes towards Octavian with an unrivaled speed. 

Octavian reacts swiftly, connecting a blow to the beast's left head with a snap. The crowd once again, roars on.

The beast raises itself to its feet and once again strategizes the next move. Octavian blinks and loses sight of the beast. Another blink and the beast's right head is tearing into his back. He tries to toss off the beast but has no luck. The two then reach a bloody stalemate as the beast claws away, ripping into the panel on Octavian's back, revealing wires and veins alike. Sensing a near death event, dubious instincts of Octavian's new self, kick in.

Beast on back, he flexes his powerful leg muscles and lunges into the air to a considerable height, reaches the ceiling and clings onto it with his mighty arms. In complete shock, the two-headed beast knows not what to do. The crowd is again, silent with anxiety and anticipation.

Octavian releases his grip on the cage and falls to the ground below, quashing the beast between the sands and his spined back.

He then peels off the beast, takes it by its two heads and rips it in half. Uncontrollable rage, happiness and excitement fills the air. Octavian emerges victorious in his first fight. He looks around again though and reaches consciousness from his rampage.

He isn't in space anymore. He's very much far from human now, too.

He is what he saw in the lab. An animal. A beast. 

But why?

Illumination

She started running was all I could remember. Everything else slipped my mind.

It was completely black. She couldn't see even a foot in front of herself, and suddenly she found herself basking in the bright, white lights of something she hadn't expected.
Being it that she had no where else to run, like a moth, she flew towards the light.

As she sprinted though, it all went dark again. Her foot was caught by the root of a tree and she tumbled back into sheer darkness. Pitch black. She simply laid, crying quietly to herself. She knew it. She had seen the light, but she had no idea when she'd see it again, and even if she did see it once more, she knew she'd only end up tumbling about in the darkness once more.

A sad thought, a sad, sad world she lived in.

But to her, she couldn't find enough light. She grew accustomed to the pain that seeking out the beautiful lights had brought her. Her heart raced with every second she spent hurling herself towards the light up until the very last time she would run into the light, she found the source.

It was a system of flood lights, left abandoned. She had heard footsteps milling about the vicinity, but no figure revealed themselves.

She played about with the buttons and found another system, this time of television screens. On display was a man running about the same place she was, running towards the lights. Endlessly, trying to find the source, but his efforts were in vain, as he would only collapse when he thought he had found the source.

She loved the pain the man felt. She loved the tears of anger and sadness that he shed. She was now in control and played with the lights and the man's mind until he finally gave in. He stopped running. Stopped chasing. He was a broken being, far beyond human.

Though, many others came in search of the source too, only to be burned by the woman, who sought her happiness with the torturing of men and women alike in this maze of lights.

She became what she hated the most, but in the end, she loved every second of what she was doing.

If it wasn't for me, hundreds and hundreds of lost lives would go out in vain. She's gone now, I promise.

But it won't be long until the maze is once again filled. Be wary, my friend.

Holo-Tome #1 Titled: "Pouli"

Pouli

Not only was it Orion that was besieged and annihilated, many other worlds were aflame. The Pouli were the first to feel the vigor and strife of the fires. They hadn't a home planet for centuries; the species lived upon a naval marvel that sheltered the entire Pouli race. Some felt sorrow for the race, living the depths and vastness of the stars and cosmos, but the Pouli were proud of their ever growing masterpiece. It was a mechanical wonder. Spanning several lengths of Earth, the ship was a mobile trade hub, a bustling capital and a war factory. The ship was constantly worked on daily by the master architects of the Pouli, the shuttle never slept, never ending wisps and flares of blue could be seen from all over the hunk of metal. It was a work of art to them.

All Pouli are hatched aboard the Nest Ship (which was one of the many names for the capital ship) with the innate ability and desire to create a machination that they bond with through their lives and work on throughout their entire lives. The machine is entirely robotic and possesses no organic qualities. They do however, share properties that sentient organic beings have, such as emotions. It is thought that the heart of these machines are the only biological piece with inside their chests. They can feel the pain that their partner has. If one of a pair has a physical pain too, they share that pain and the partner has an uncontrollable urge to stop the pain by any means necessary. The duos are never found apart from one another. The Pouli often create nooks along the plating of their metal companions or perch atop their shoulders so that they can travel comfortably with their partner.

If one of the two in a duo should pass though, it is observed that the Pouli go into a state of pure loathing and fury. Their size and frail stature does not stop them though. They continue to fight until the cause of their robot's death is dealt with appropriately. They shortly expire after this outrage. The state destroys the victim's heart completely by working far beyond the abnormal heart rate of the Pouli.

On the other hand, the steel and wire golems will often fall onto the ground, no matter where they were at the time of their creator's expiration. It is said that they do not die but, their heart breaks. Without the vibration's of their creator's beating heart, the robot's heart freezes in an overwhelming wave of pain and remorse for the loss. They remain until their bodies are recycled. The heart, though, mysteriously disappears...

Dark Tides (TAK)

Star Date: 2116, February 17th.


The days grow nearer and nearer to the advent of Operation "Skyfall" as the higher-ups of the Kingdom's authorities have been calling the return to Earth. It is truly a chaotic time. Small rebellions against the idea of the great fall, but their efforts lie in vain. They, the brave, are now incarcerated in the Cell's prison. Their fate undetermined.

"So what is it we plan to do with the rebels? Are we going to execute them for treason?" an officer mumbles to his counterpart.

"I haven't the slightest clue what the lord will have of them. I haven't even seen the containment facilities yet. I don't even think we have the clearance to that sector-" he said as he raises his mug and  casually quaffs of. "-It's almost as if they're hiding something from all of us." The two men's attention was stolen by the large blast-door that loomed at the far end of the hall from them, which had just slammed shut. Above the door in red lights declared the room was "Derelict", although in all truth, it was aways from derelict.

On the other side of the door was Mr. Terach, with two large guards flanking him. Androids. Flesh over metal; they possess enormous power within themselves and have taken Octavian to the "containment facilities". He struggles within the grip of the mimics to no avail. His struggle grinds to a halt as he is in total awe of what surrounded him.

Each wall hosts several alcoves holding beings that were very much far from human. Or appeared to be. Some scales, a few with organic scythes for arms, some covered with steel plates. The most horrific had yet to come. As the party of three progress through the hall, moving from path to path, they came upon the human experimental test facilities. The hall had a dark and ominous blue glow to it. Within each cell was a horribly disfigured construct of flesh or metal. So grotesque and twisted, that the scientists congregating about the hall obviously view these men and women simply as animals, not even humans. Their anguish goes unheard though as they attempt to free themselves.

They would never be the same.

"What's this one here for?" a scientist inquired as he prodded about Terach. "He's said to have been conspiring against Skyfall. The guide believes that you can make a great use of him. We've noticed that he's a quite lively specimen." the android proclaimed in a monotonous voice. Binding him, Octavian was then thrown to the feet of the scientist before him. "We're definitely going to have fun with you." the scientist mumbled, picking up Octavian. They then walked off, Octavian was exhausted, afraid and hopeless as he was taken through another blast door to parts entirely unknown.

The Sullen Meeting. (TAK)

Star Date: 2116, January 31st.


In a large and sparsely decorated auditorium, a gathering was being held. From the walls and many orifices of the room hang many banners of a regal design. A purple crest, trimmed with gold that has two swords crossing one another were portrayed on these mantles. In the auditorium's seated are the numerous citizens of Sky Cell 19. One young man in peculiar, stood out. He, Mr. Terach, stands near the entrance of the auditorium, leaning against the hall's wall. The occupants of the seats are silent, waiting for someone or something to happen. Many of them are on the edge of their seats, dying from the quiet.


Just then though, a large man wearing a rather dapper suit waltzed his way onto the stage, in front of the crowd.He clears his throat, it echoes throughout the hall. The listeners are anxiously awaiting his word."Greetings, citizens of Sky Cell 19. It is your guide, Godfrey Wilheim. I have extremely important news with me." From his jacket, he produces a envelope. Again, he clears his throat.


"As a collective and whole society; the wise and valorous leaders of the Sky Kingdom have debated for decades now on when it would be safe to return to our true home. Earth. Scientists of the Kingdom have done all the research they could regarding the radioactivity of the wasteland. The data to them appears that the world may finally be safe enough to start a new on. Humanity shall not falter."


The audience was shocked, outraged at the least. Some stood up in protest, yelling at the man and questioning the idea presented before them. Some cried with their hands covering their faces. The silence of the hall soon became an uproar of unhappy men and women. All went quiet as soon as the intimidating cocking of air-rifles was heard. The protesters returned to their seats. Mr. Terach however, moved forward.


"I know that the idea of leaving this sanctuary in the heavens is ever so worrisome and foreign to all of you, I will tell you as your overseer that only good can come of the return to Earth. Civilization must sprout anew from the ground of which it was originally birthed. We cannot thrive among the stars."


He paused for a short moment, looking down and the back to the audience, "It is not our place here.""We should be leaving Earth's orbit sometime in the next month. I promise you all that it will not be the last thing we all do."


Tension only strengthened in the room as the meeting dragged on. Godfrey continued his theory and tried to convince the people of Sky Cell 19 that the return to Earth would be the greatest thing that could ever happen to mankind. Quote: "It's like we can all start all over again. Do all the wrong things... Right." Unquote.


He wasn't very convincing. Within the next few days, Godfrey from himself in the infirmary because of a crazed cultist believing that he was getting in the way of harmony. The cultist was later jettisoned from the Cell. His attempt at remaining in heaven, ironically, failed him.


Octavian was amazed when presented with all of this information. If the sky was the limit, what used to be within humanity's reaches?

A Tale of an Astral Kingdom

Bland Prologue

"It was truly a sight to be seen- the Before World." a man spoke softly to his child.
They both stand close to the glass view port, peering out of it. The man turns around and moves in a gaunt stride towards a cherry wood bureau, of which he pulls countless drawers out of in search of something.
"Aha!" he exclaims- "This my son was what earth looked like ten years ago."
The photograph the man found was a picture of a lush and green paradise that was earth. The boy with his tender and small hands, presses the picture against the glass to compare it to the desolate wasteland that the two are viewing.
"Daddy, why isn't it green like it is in the picture?" the child inquired quietly. The father looked down at him and then towards his own leg:

"Bad people, son. Very, very bad people."  he spat bitterly. "The same people who took daddy's leg away from him. You'll understand, one day. Whenever you're, older."

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Star Date: 2116, January 27th

"...So they all sought to the stars, and every man, woman and child that didn't make it were left to the left. Left to the destruction below. Here, we are almost untouchable. The only thing that can hurt us up here is ourselves. The Seraphs ensure that there is no conflict. They are the overseers of the Sky Cells..." a monotone voice projects through the small room, filled with students clothed with purple jumpsuits. They tediously record the lecture of the teacher, garbed in gold, on bits and scraps of paper. In the back of the class, a young man with brown and somewhat unkempt hair passes a note to a friend seated adjacent of him. The crisp and distinct sound of the boy's friend unwrapping the paper fills the room, and the teacher stops babbling to turn to the friend.

"I do hope that you are sharing notes regarding the history of the Sky Cells, Mr. Terach." the teacher snapped. "I assure you that they are in fact such, Mr. Alexander." he said in a rather sarcastic and condescendingly. Alexander continued with his lecturing and Terach's friend read his note. The note revealed that the girl in the top of their class had "messed around with" one of the nerdier students of the class for their homework. Of course, the boys had no idea as to whether or not this statement be true, it was all fun and games. Terach's friend looked at him with the utmost amusement at this and quickly returned him the note. Their fun was quickly interrupted though:

"Octavian-" Alexander called out, "who launched the first Sky Cell into orbit?"
Octavian recovered his composure and answered: "Orbital Industries, obviously. Why did you need me to tell you? Did you forget? Aren't you the Cell's historian?" the response got a short chuckle out of the class, defeated, Alexander returned to his tablet and continued to sprout forth nonsense from the texts, and still, the class listened on.

"...Bio-terrorist organizations conspired throughout the years 2095-2099 until they were "officially" claimed dissolved. The United Nations of Earth's statement was completely incorrect, as in 2098, Earth became what it is now, as you have seen from the vacuum outside of the Sky Cell, due to a un-estimated amount of what was assumed to be dirty bombs were deployed in the Earth's greatest cities..." etcetera, etcetera. Alexander rambled on and the students transcribed his lecturing, unshaken by the recalled events, but he himself was somber as he recollected the Great Leap. It looked as though he was on the verge of crying right then and there, too.

Commander Grey Finale

A Burning Ship; a Decimated Planet

The ground around us glowed a dark, blood red. The asymmetrical ton of molten steel and fire that these savages called a ship was hurling towards us. My men braced themselves. The trees that they were sulking behind were lit ablaze. A glossy rain of ash began to fall from the sky, and before I knew it, thousands of flares split off the hull of the mothership. Drop pods. Motioning the signal to raise the tank platforms, the men swapped the plasma canisters to cyro canisters and pulled the artillery forward. My arm lunged downward towards the burning earth; embers rose from the ground. In response, the tanks opened fire.

Elements collided. Ice against fire. Flashes of blue rushed towards the trenches that the soldiers dug into. Their cries could be heard within a mile's radius. Blue light shot up from the trenches far and near, there was nothing we could do. Grasping my belt, I drew my officer's blade; edged with tempered siegesteel, could not break. The flashes moved closer, I fell back into the line of tanks. "Fire!" I shouted, and a volley of nitrogen shot out at the walking flames. They twitched and almost broke free. They then shattered to crystals. 

Igni kept flowing in waves of blue and erratic fire, we had no choice but to flee. In our flight, we lost many good men. Whoever did not make it to the tanks fell like wheat to the farmer's scythe. They were cut down almost immediately. The tanks traveled quickly with the , we routed towards the capital of Orion. The Olympian Forest was no match for the igni and was quickly consumed. This was like no experience I have ever had. The igni were simply traders from a foreign galaxy at the time and we hadn't a clue as to where they came from. But of course you know where they came from. Erideti. The larger of the two stars. Anyways, we're getting off track, let's go back to our story.

A surprise was hidden beneath my tank that I was seated on. An igni that burned red clawed its way onto the surface of the tank and leaped at me. The demon was brandishing two blades that lined its forearm. With flurry of blades, we danced about the tank exchanging blows, back and forth. The beast's blades clashed against my sword and snapped it in two. It threw its blades at my sword and it split in three segments. I was astonished, siegesteel, break? "Damn it all to hell!" I shouted at the beast. It looked at me with its burning eyes, emblazoned mane, enormous fanged teeth and bent ; I drew my father's revolving chambered pistol and fired all six rounds into its skull before it could even make a move towards me. Its head shattered and sprayed across the surface of the tank, and at the time, the gunner of my tank opened his hatch at this moment and received a third degree burn across his face, as a fang had nicked his cheek. Kicking the corpse off the tank, I swapped seats with the gunner and forced him to sit outside the tank for being so oblivious as to not know that I had almost died.

Within the next few hours, the Federation's last army on Orion had arrived at the planet's capital. We found rubble and burnt out skyscrapers. The mothership still loomed over us. The next few hours though, the ship had recalled some of its soldiers and slipped off to a more relevant sector to plunder. My strategist and I at the time assumed that they only blinked here to destroy the Pouli carrier. It was the last of the Pouli that the Federation knew of.

After all of this though, here I sit with you, Mr. Sparks, on this wonderful light and inspiration to the galaxy. The Kronosik. As admiral of the small fleet we have here, I welcome you.

Commander Grey Part II

A Continuation of the Commander's Story

It had been about a week since we lost the citadel. Living off the land in the Olympian Forest was difficult. Since the first Battle of Orion, we had been cut off from all supply lines that link back to Sol. Scouts were sent out daily to recover occasional supply drops from the Federation and acquire intelligence. The siege of the planet from the "Gods of Technology" or the owlets, as my men called them, prevented evacuation. So here we were, marooned on Orion.

A super-carrier that almost blocked out the system's sun was overflowing with Promethean soldiers. The Pouli (or owlets) are a sentient race of many birds. Unusually industrious, the Pouli were a peaceful and trade empire. Only did they grow to be war-like when their suns stopped producing stardust. From their youth they are born with the innate ability fabricate amazing machines like the monstrosities we faced at Polarian Citadal. Alongside the Prometheans where the Titans and Artemis mechs. The Prometheans were primarily melee, whereas the Artemis where developed as massive, four-legged artillery support tanks; they stride slowly about and normally have a crew of about 6 Pouli. Titans on the other hand were an astounding work by the Pouli. They stood at approximately twenty feet tall and were mammoths. Steam spewed from the joints of Titans as they trudge across battlefields.

Scouts retrieved some of the remains from several of the close-combat units, revealing a small battle-station on the inside of the robot, as well as a petite life support machine. The entire "cockpit" of the automaton was encased in inertial dampeners too, which made sense; the mechs were very agile; I couldn't imagine the birds bouncing about inside, it was more than likely to severely impair the functionality of the machine.

Hidden away out here in the forest, far from the capital, well, whatever was left of the capital, we were somewhat safe. Light bending technology allowed a massive barrier around the encampment we established to remain tucked away from the wrath of the owlets. There was the occasional scout, but they were quickly dispatched or subdued. The Citadel, although, was no more. Scouts reported that it was reduced to rubble. Nothing was left to salvage. We had no manpower; with about five-thousand men, I still questions whether or not we would make it off the planet.

A couple of weeks after, the scouting division swooped in silently, deactivating their camo and landed quietly outside of my tent. "Commander, Delta Scout Corps has reported an field army of owlets moving towards us. An uncountable number of artillery units, a recorded five-hundred titans and around fifty-thousand Promethean Guards has been spotted. We await further orders." He said and shuddered. In shock I replied, "Where in God's name are they moving? They can't be moving towards us! That's far too man-" The encampment's attention was drawn to the sky. A lance of light shot through the super-carrier and split it entirely in half, then proceeded to break orbit and then into Orion's atmosphere. It crashed into the general location of the Pouli army. In the distance, high pitched shrieks were heard, followed by explosions and light. The soldiers around the Scout Corps; screaming and shouting, they scattered and routed into the bunkers that were dug into the massive trees. I gazed into the sky to find an immaculate light. Sunlight. It was all but that the sun was not to be found. It was the light of a ship; a burning ship, not the super-carrier either.

It was the Igni mother carrier.

Commander Grey

A Short Story for Content

I peered around the corner of the concrete facade that obscured my vision, a bloodied, burning battlefield lay adjacent to it; I feared for my life. Volleys of colorful and deadly hues pierced the smoke and darkness around me and rattled the earth.

The machinations and their masters towered over us; my block was not to last much longer. The small and feathered beasts grappled the flanks of the machines; upon stopping, they would repair the exposed hull of the mechanical titans. A group no larger than six lumbered towards us. This was it, the Deuses de Technologia; the Gods of Technology.

The citadel was wracked by flares which flew from the hearts of the machines. My men prepared to retreat, we gathered whatever supplies we could. From the bridge of the fortress to the depths of the basement floor, a tide of men traveled like water. I saw men being trampled, fighting their way through. I led the line though as we rushed out the secret access tunnel, hidden in the tall forest to the east of the fort. It was a dark and damp run. Not everyone made it. The tunnel collapsed in segments and killed many; all I knew was that we would not stop. We marched on.