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| Sealing the Escape | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 19 2011, 12:58 PM (186 Views) | |
| Lord Atlas | Jun 19 2011, 12:58 PM Post #1 |
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace: As the massive stone and metal bastion soars from cliffs that look out over a vast ocean, dozens of Tel’tak and DeathGliders slowly bank and fly by the grand palace. In the great throne room the doors open as the Titan Emperor Atlas enters flanked by two massive TitanGuardmen. The loud sound of boots fills the chamber as Atlas proceeds down the long red carpet and ascends the steps of the great dais. He stops and looks upon his great black oak throne, he slowly reaches up and removes his Spartan style helmet exposing his face to the light of the room as he turns and slowly reclaims what is rightfully his. The most powerful throne, which straddles the most powerful Empire in 3 galaxies….The Titan Empire of the Goa’uld Fourth Dynasty. Atlas holds his DeathBringer gaunlet up and waving activates a massive holoscreen that hovers before the dais as Atlas leans back into the throne and hears, “This is Sphere Command my lord, Lord Raz’hek has informed us that the net stands ready to reactivate. He is in route to the throne room.” Atlas takes deep breath and says,” Very well allow the Death Lord entry and have the technicians proceed to the central Net core to begin to analyzing this OMEGA of Raz’hek’s” The screen goes blank as the lights in the room lower and the Emperor closes his eyes as he reclines into his throne. The ancient Titan smirks as he thinks, “If this new program is everything Raz’hek claims, then this galaxy will be on the verge of a true renaissance, there are no powers left to oppose me, the System Lords are weak, the Minors are divided. The Alliance is powerless; the Jaffa Nation is rife with internal conflict. The Tau’ri stand alone now, and soon once I have put this house back in order I will rule supreme……so very soon…” Atlas breaths deeply and meditates as he awaits Raz’hek’s arrival. |
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| Razh'ek | Jun 19 2011, 05:52 PM Post #2 |
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The doors once again open as Razh'ek enters the great throne room. He is alone, clad in his cloak and armor with his Chaos Gauntlet in place. As he enters Atlas's eyes flash open, yet he stays reclined. Razh'ek walks up to the edge of the dias, and kneels before the Titan; "Great Atlas, the Net is ready for reactivation. I have here a datapad that will remote activate the system, bringing everything online at once..." Atlas sits up in his throne as the lights intensify; he holds out his hand. Razh'ek rises and hands him the datapad, "The startup will also be monitored by OMEGA, I have it here on my screen." Razh'ek activates a small holo-screen with his Chaos Gauntlet, "It is time, my Titan, for you to make history once again..." |
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| Lord Atlas | Jun 23 2011, 07:20 PM Post #3 |
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace: The Titan looks at the device in his hand and says,” Yes Lord Raz’hek so it would seem. Then let us restore the omnipresence of the Empire!” Atlas holds the pad in his hand as he rises from his throne and pushes the button that sends relay to the Titan Net hub on the Sphere. Atlas watches as a holomap appears before his throne and hovers in the air before him. With the Sphere serving as the center of the map first a few red lights blip on the screen then hundreds, thousands and tens of thousands of the blips turn red as the Titan Net Satellites become reconnected to the main Net. Atlas’s eyes flash a bright golden as a malicious smile spreads across his face. He hisses as he says,””Yess, the Net lives again and with it the ability to control my worlds, troops, and the very galaxy itself.” Atlas drops the pad and looking down at his DeathBringer gauntlet touches a gem on it. In the depths of the throneroom’s ceilings the sound of whirring motors can be heard as massive mechanical arms lower a large ring down over the Emperor. It gently touches the floor with a click and hums as a blue light emanates from it. All across the Milky Way galaxy, dozens of worlds, thousands of ships and millions of facilities are forcefully booted from their native transponders as the image of the Titan Empire appears on their screens. For the first time in history the new and improved Titan Net brutally ceases control of the communications of every advanced culture in the galaxy. From Cheyenne Mountain on Earth, to the Bridge of the Malecathi Flagship. The Lucian Alliance, The Jaffa Free Nation, the hallowed halls of Aion to the Refugees of Kualpuch, they all look on in awe as the terrifying image of Atlas fills the screen. His black sculpted breastplate shimmers with an ethereal light as his golden lion cape hangs about his shoulders. His serrated teeth gleam as he says, ”Denizens of this galaxy, your Titan has returned! Long has it been since my iron grip was here to stabilize you and sooth your discontent. But that is at an end, the “All Father” sees all things and those who are enemies, I see you, your hiding holes and foul pits cannot protect you from my wrath, my fleets will hunt you, my assassins will rob you of your piece of mind and my armies will toss your ashes to the winds. PREPARE, for soon the time of retribution will be at hand.” With that the signal terminates returning control to the owners. Atlas slowly raises his arms in an angelic pose as the screen before him flickers from image to image showing him the vast reaches of his Empire and the deepest darkest depths of his enemies’ fears. Atlas laughs as he looks upon Raz’’hek and says,” You have served your Titan well this day Death Lord.” Atlas walks down the dais and placing his hand on Raz’hek’s shoulder says,” Know that you stand high in the my opinion.” The Titan turns and retakes his throne as he says,” Now, return to your home and await my further orders, for war bangs it’s drums and I will need your expertise.” Atlas picks a small crystal from the arm of his throne and tosses it at Raz’hek who catches it as Atlas says,” All the intel on the species known as the Malecathi is on there, find a weakness and prepare a weapon as that I might properly introduce myself to them.”………. |
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| Razh'ek | Jun 23 2011, 08:29 PM Post #4 |
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Razh'ek catches the crystal, still looking at the holo-screen projected by his Chaos Gauntlet. A type of line graph fluctuates, showing activity on the net. A large blip appears as the crooked line jumps to a high point and falls again, stabilizing. Razh'ek puts it off as nothing, possibly a side-effect of so many satellites re-activating. No need to ruin the emperor's good mood, "Of course, My Titan." Razh'ek bows, slightly smiling. He turns to leave the room; out the door, through the ornate halls, and to a transport. Sinn accompanies him on a Tel'tak, leaving the giant maw that is the gate to the Atlas Sphere. The Tel'tak falls in line with the various space traffic, on it's way back to Razh'ek's mothership... |
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| Deleted User | Jun 23 2011, 09:20 PM Post #5 |
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Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace As Atlas made his way towards the ornate doors of his bedroom and the delights within it, all the screens of the palace's monitors began to flicker. The images began to blur and distort horizontally as the colors inverted in hues. A dizzying flicker of white noise was emitted before all went silent. Atlas glared at a nearby technician, who quickly offered apologies as he rushed to examine a terminal. The poor man had barely reached the construct when an ominous purple symbol covered the screen. A harsh voice accompanied the symbol's emergence: Denizens of this galaxy. We have come to dispense a long-overdue reckoning. For too long have you spread across this galaxy...breeding and culling worlds of our rightful domains. This...Lord Atlas...believes himself invincible. Let me show you what one fleet has done to his precious kingdom... Gone was the purple symbol, in its place the ruined world of Troy. Video showing the orbital bombardment of the planet began to run; the golden palaces demolished, temples burning in the cleansing fire. People were strewn about in the streets, butchered as they tried to flee. The final images showed the Argus shipyards crash into the planet. That...is what you can expect for defying our fleets. If you surrender, we will grant you a quick death...something that you hardly deserve. Attempt to fight back, and your fleets will be decimated. Attempt to resist, and your worlds will be razed. You have but one choice...run With that, the terminals blinked into darkness before reverting to their original status. "M'lord," the technician mumbled, "the signal...went out to everyone..." |
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| Lord Atlas | Jun 26 2011, 07:24 PM Post #6 |
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace: As the Malecathi broadcast comes to an end he breaths out slowly and scowls as he says, “THEY are using the Titan Net!!!!” He fumes as he slowly walks a circle in the antechamber of his quarters. He walks over to an ivory statuette and wrapping his hand around the base squeezes until the stone crumbles under his grip. He relaxes his shoulders and with a swift motion brushes the stone dust from his palm as he says, “Of course, how else would they know to strike Charon and any of the other systems unless they had excellent intel.” Atlas moves to a console and opens the channel to receive the image of the Demi-Priest Argus. The Priest bows and says, “My Lord?” Atlas quickly says, “Access the master code of the new Net and find out where the Malecathi are hacking us, it may a be satellite, or deep space stations…it could be anything. Find it..NOW!” Atlas slams his fist on the console as the channel goes dark. He grits his teeth as he opens the comm. to Ulas……….. |
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