09-16-2014, 01:10 PM
I was pretty much always Samus over there. But here's something folks might remember:
U-Mos sighed. It had been two weeks since they’d sent a distress signal to the outside world, and not a single person had answered the call. The Luminoth Sentinel didn’t particularly blame them. The meteor’s impact had transformed Aether’s atmosphere into a harsh forcefield, damaging anything which passed through it. Even if they did manage to get here, then they would be trapped on the planet until the war ended. And there was no guarantee they would win. The prospect of being wiped off the face of existence was a dire one, but those were the stakes in this war.
Any other foe would have been no match for the Luminoth. Though they were a peaceful race, their technology was aeons beyond that of the Terrans and Midgardians. U-Mos alone commanded enough power to wipe out an ordinary species – not that he ever would. They had kept the planet alive, and now that very energy which had served as Aether’s life support for so long was being siphoned away.
Perhaps if they had created the anti-Ing technology sooner, things would have been different. But with most of their warriors wiped out, there was nobody left to wield it. Now all they could do was wait … and pray.
It was pathetic, but the Emperor had to give them credit. They had survived this long. To be sure, their technology was impressive, but their race was still weak. The Luminoth’s reign was over – soon, the Ing would claim the Light of Aether, along with the planet itself. It was only a matter of time.
Sliding along the ground as a puddle of liquid and reemerging at the other end of the room, the leader of the Ing stared out of the window. The sky was dark, as always; thick with cloudy purple fog. The sight of it reminded him of the first time the Luminoth had come here – the harsh atmosphere had eaten away at their skin, leaving a permanent mark on their fragile bodies before they had returned to their own feeble world. The Emperor laughed. Yes. Only the strong could survive here. And the Ing would survive.
U-Mos sighed. It had been two weeks since they’d sent a distress signal to the outside world, and not a single person had answered the call. The Luminoth Sentinel didn’t particularly blame them. The meteor’s impact had transformed Aether’s atmosphere into a harsh forcefield, damaging anything which passed through it. Even if they did manage to get here, then they would be trapped on the planet until the war ended. And there was no guarantee they would win. The prospect of being wiped off the face of existence was a dire one, but those were the stakes in this war.
Any other foe would have been no match for the Luminoth. Though they were a peaceful race, their technology was aeons beyond that of the Terrans and Midgardians. U-Mos alone commanded enough power to wipe out an ordinary species – not that he ever would. They had kept the planet alive, and now that very energy which had served as Aether’s life support for so long was being siphoned away.
Perhaps if they had created the anti-Ing technology sooner, things would have been different. But with most of their warriors wiped out, there was nobody left to wield it. Now all they could do was wait … and pray.
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The Emperor snarled impatiently. How long had it been? Two weeks?! The war was taking too long. If they didn’t secure the Light of Aether soon, their world – along with that of the wretched Luminoth – would vanish. Those pests would be the end of Emperor Ing. They knew their time was up, but still they stubbornly clung to their dying planet, like a child staying up past their bedtime.It was pathetic, but the Emperor had to give them credit. They had survived this long. To be sure, their technology was impressive, but their race was still weak. The Luminoth’s reign was over – soon, the Ing would claim the Light of Aether, along with the planet itself. It was only a matter of time.
Sliding along the ground as a puddle of liquid and reemerging at the other end of the room, the leader of the Ing stared out of the window. The sky was dark, as always; thick with cloudy purple fog. The sight of it reminded him of the first time the Luminoth had come here – the harsh atmosphere had eaten away at their skin, leaving a permanent mark on their fragile bodies before they had returned to their own feeble world. The Emperor laughed. Yes. Only the strong could survive here. And the Ing would survive.
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