05-16-2007, 02:24 PM
"Full Acceleration Immanent. Stasis fields unlocked. Processing Uni-string and complexu-string codes." The Generator AI burped.
Everything within the Sanction froze. Troopers siezed. Some awkwardly posed beyond their abilities: Rifles clutched with one fist, empty magazines suspended in mid-air, and walking on one foot. The breeze between the pines froze, war smoke columned like ominous clouds.
Auspex felt for his Comm strapped in his webbing. His fingers pulled the square terminal with straining prowess, but this was natural during Full Acceleration, during the cit-and-paste of worlds together. Viral Commanders felt a fraction of displacement, however the effect would cripple their followers in place until afterwards. Auspex's finger switched a trigger press.
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Every NetOp's P.E.T. window began flashing a small, crossed-out battlechip and crossed-out camera.
"STRAIN program initiated. Current operations of regional Navis have been restricted by Domain Controller, Auspex.exe. Control codes A-17 and A-52 inacted to counteract Full Acceleration within Domain perimeter. Battlechip Access and Positioning Cameras have been disabled."
Auspex appeared on the bottom left corner of all operating P.E.T.'s. "This Domain is under the control of the Ill BeGotten and order shall be restored."
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Time played. The connection between Necrophylus and Foxies Domain was complete and Auspex's first troops started trudging into the water as deep their bodies could carry. Several squads spread among the lip of the exposed flooring, fanning out towards Slash and Zephyr. Auspex could see the nose-cone of loaded missile launcher tubes, hear the slush of clothing, smell their gun oil and sweat.
Until he noticed Leviathan standing at its center. "I told him NOT to do that." Turning on the balls of his feet, Auspex sent another squad into the water, with the intention of dragging Slash to safety. "Drag his scatter-brained arse back here."
Everything within the Sanction froze. Troopers siezed. Some awkwardly posed beyond their abilities: Rifles clutched with one fist, empty magazines suspended in mid-air, and walking on one foot. The breeze between the pines froze, war smoke columned like ominous clouds.
Auspex felt for his Comm strapped in his webbing. His fingers pulled the square terminal with straining prowess, but this was natural during Full Acceleration, during the cit-and-paste of worlds together. Viral Commanders felt a fraction of displacement, however the effect would cripple their followers in place until afterwards. Auspex's finger switched a trigger press.
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Every NetOp's P.E.T. window began flashing a small, crossed-out battlechip and crossed-out camera.
"STRAIN program initiated. Current operations of regional Navis have been restricted by Domain Controller, Auspex.exe. Control codes A-17 and A-52 inacted to counteract Full Acceleration within Domain perimeter. Battlechip Access and Positioning Cameras have been disabled."
Auspex appeared on the bottom left corner of all operating P.E.T.'s. "This Domain is under the control of the Ill BeGotten and order shall be restored."
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Time played. The connection between Necrophylus and Foxies Domain was complete and Auspex's first troops started trudging into the water as deep their bodies could carry. Several squads spread among the lip of the exposed flooring, fanning out towards Slash and Zephyr. Auspex could see the nose-cone of loaded missile launcher tubes, hear the slush of clothing, smell their gun oil and sweat.
Until he noticed Leviathan standing at its center. "I told him NOT to do that." Turning on the balls of his feet, Auspex sent another squad into the water, with the intention of dragging Slash to safety. "Drag his scatter-brained arse back here."