Post by muezick on Feb 4, 2012 23:08:00 GMT -4
For ten thousand years since the Arracka dominated the world of Tor-un, they have been a world ripped by war. The Arracka are a people of hate and anger, who use their rage as a weapon against their enemies. But at the end of the day, when the battle fields lay littered with the fallen bodies of their foes, and they are victorious, it is not enough. The Arracka are not content to simply win, they can not ever stop fighting.
The planet of Tor-un has not known peace for ten thousand years since the Arracka's rise to power. After every other species was subjugated or eradicated, they turned on each other. Factions formed and factions fell and over the years, war pushed their technology to new heights. The developments they made in science were ten times what the planet had seen in the past during times of the so called peace.
The Nation of the Arracka Dae rose up to claim the planet in the first global domination campaign since the original Arracka had conquered it so long ago, and they did it with technology and technique, radical new weapons and transport systems, new fighting techniques. All from the mind of one particular Arracka of a gruesome and savage nature. Dae Rexus.
In the present day, rather than fight each other, the Arracka Dae send their young warriors out into the universe to fight other planets. Arracka Dae warriors aren't allowed to come home until they have fought and killed on other worlds for ten straight years. the sons and daughters of the Dae Rexus line are given particularly harsh assignments in their rites of passage. They must not leave a world until it has been completely destroyed, for to do so would be shame.
And so we come to The Reaver. A being of pure hate. The Latest in the Dae Rexus blood line, fresh off of Tor-Un on a quest for adult hood to be paved with the blood of entire worlds.
First stop, is Earth.
The Reaver arrives in earths orbit by this craft and does not spare any moment breaking the atmosphere. As the craft descends, contrails of heat trail behind it until it's speed slows to a cool 400 miles an hour. Suddenly, the front end of it opens, and The Reaver leaps from it, the craft slows and then purposefully steers away from its course and heads back into space, closing back up before it disappears back into orbit.
Meanwhile, military command in Sudan has taken notice of the craft with their short range Radar installments. So has Interpol and several sounding nations as well as a few others in other parts of the world. Objects falling from the sky do not behave like that, but all of them come to find themselves surprised when the object simply disappears as its cloaking technologies render it invisible to most forms of electronic detection.
Meanwhile The Reaver continues to fall on Sudan, the country nestled smack dab in the middle of Africa. It is hot, sunny and dry, cities and villages filled with innocent people go about their daily lives, unaware of the doom that cascades down towards them.
His robes whip around him, he draws a blade from nearly-no where, it is a large metalic weapon that pulses to life with purple energy, which envelops the blade from hilt to tip. The Energy hums with immense power.
The Reaver falls on a small city in Sudan, his landing causes a major quake and crator that is ten times wider than it is deep, suggesting he stopped himself from hitting as hard as he was traveling. Any Law Local Enforcement is easily dispatched by a few swipes of his blade. In fact, in one swoosh the blade fells an entire city block, without even making contact. A wave of pure kinetic energy erupted from the blades edge and traveled like a shock wave across the city streets, leveling buildings and murdering men women and children in its path.
Peace is a lie.
The planet of Tor-un has not known peace for ten thousand years since the Arracka's rise to power. After every other species was subjugated or eradicated, they turned on each other. Factions formed and factions fell and over the years, war pushed their technology to new heights. The developments they made in science were ten times what the planet had seen in the past during times of the so called peace.
The Nation of the Arracka Dae rose up to claim the planet in the first global domination campaign since the original Arracka had conquered it so long ago, and they did it with technology and technique, radical new weapons and transport systems, new fighting techniques. All from the mind of one particular Arracka of a gruesome and savage nature. Dae Rexus.
In the present day, rather than fight each other, the Arracka Dae send their young warriors out into the universe to fight other planets. Arracka Dae warriors aren't allowed to come home until they have fought and killed on other worlds for ten straight years. the sons and daughters of the Dae Rexus line are given particularly harsh assignments in their rites of passage. They must not leave a world until it has been completely destroyed, for to do so would be shame.
And so we come to The Reaver. A being of pure hate. The Latest in the Dae Rexus blood line, fresh off of Tor-Un on a quest for adult hood to be paved with the blood of entire worlds.
First stop, is Earth.
The Reaver arrives in earths orbit by this craft and does not spare any moment breaking the atmosphere. As the craft descends, contrails of heat trail behind it until it's speed slows to a cool 400 miles an hour. Suddenly, the front end of it opens, and The Reaver leaps from it, the craft slows and then purposefully steers away from its course and heads back into space, closing back up before it disappears back into orbit.
Meanwhile, military command in Sudan has taken notice of the craft with their short range Radar installments. So has Interpol and several sounding nations as well as a few others in other parts of the world. Objects falling from the sky do not behave like that, but all of them come to find themselves surprised when the object simply disappears as its cloaking technologies render it invisible to most forms of electronic detection.
Meanwhile The Reaver continues to fall on Sudan, the country nestled smack dab in the middle of Africa. It is hot, sunny and dry, cities and villages filled with innocent people go about their daily lives, unaware of the doom that cascades down towards them.
His robes whip around him, he draws a blade from nearly-no where, it is a large metalic weapon that pulses to life with purple energy, which envelops the blade from hilt to tip. The Energy hums with immense power.
The Reaver falls on a small city in Sudan, his landing causes a major quake and crator that is ten times wider than it is deep, suggesting he stopped himself from hitting as hard as he was traveling. Any Law Local Enforcement is easily dispatched by a few swipes of his blade. In fact, in one swoosh the blade fells an entire city block, without even making contact. A wave of pure kinetic energy erupted from the blades edge and traveled like a shock wave across the city streets, leveling buildings and murdering men women and children in its path.
Peace is a lie.