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In The Chaos


In the future there is war. The worlds are divided and peace seems to be nothing but a dream. The year is 32000, Federation time. The galaxie is split into three factions; The Federation (the aliance of humans and varies alien races.), The Tyran (A race of warriors bent on eradicating any and all governments with millitary power. They are suported by some.), and the Hetucked Empire ( A race whos past and origens are secret even to it's citizens.)

These three factions are stuck in a war for power and dominence. Non know the outcome, but all know that only one will stand in the end.

Rules!!
1-No Godmoding. You may only kill another if they give permission, and you can not be invincible.
2-Romance is alowed, but keep it PG-13.
3-Try to be at least somewhat literate, I'll accept mistakes every now and then we all make them.
4-Keep cursing to a minimum.
5-if you have a problem with something, adress it to me.
6-remember (( )), or [[ ]] for OOC.
7-Stick to Gaian rules.

Sides-

-Tyran- Tyrans are large lizard like beings with tremendus streangth, agile bodies and pitch black scales.

-Federation- Self explanitory, humans and whoever wishes to ally with them.

-Hetucked- A winged race that use their light and dark abilities.
light= elemental, inner power
dark= strength, transformation

Leaders-

Federation:

Tyran Empire: mephisto_907

Hetucked Empire: Zujed


If you wish to be a leader, pm me



-Home Worlds-

Tyran- Tyranus
Federation- Earth two
Hetucked- Kina






-Profiles-

Gaia name:
Name:
Race:
Side:
Profession: (Soilder, Pilot, Civilian, etc.)
Weapon: (if any.)
Apearance: (Can be writen or picture.)

you may have more than one character, a max of 3
-Leaders can control any unit they want. Sergents, comanders etc.

You can start posting after you've submited your profile.


-My Profiles-
Gaia name: Zujed
Name: Zujed Dehhaj
Race: Hetucked
Side: Hetucked
Profession: Emperor (1 of 2)
Wepon: A large great sword forged from dark steel.( 6' blade.Tokel)
Apearance: Though he is the oldest of his people, Zujed still retains the apearance of a young man. His silver hair reaches down past his hips and somtimes conceals his blue eyes. He stands roughly 6' tall wearing a royal garment. A dark blue cloak with silver trimings that acts more like a coat, long baggy pants of the same color and black boots. His arms are wrapped in what apears to be buckles that lead down to fingurless gloves. He sometimes dawns a mask shaped like a thin skull.

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Zujed sits in his throne within the Hetucked royal palace on Kina. The room was enormus. Giant stone colums ran along the walls all the way to the entrance door. A blue carpet streaching from the entrance to the throne, depicted with symbols of the Emporer's people; water, fire, pride, power, justice, and all the others.
Zujed sighed as he sat still. He felt somewhat ill at the idea of war, but he knew that it was necisary for the future of his people.

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As his onyx wings spread out to their full leangth, Zujed let his weight fall to the back of the chair. In his right hand hanging lossly in his grip was his mask, a symbol of his past and what he has gone through to get where he is today. "I had hoped it would of never come to this." he said to himself, finally geting up off his throne and walking over to the balconny with his mask still in hand.
He gazed over the site of Kina's capital and it's people. A grand city of white stone and coble stone streets. Though it would of not of been seen at first glance, The hetucked Empire was one of the most technologically advanced civilizations of the gallixie.

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Zujed held up the mask he held in his hand and gazed upon it's sliver and blue surface. "My path to this point has been nothing but a trail of blood, sorrow, and betrayel......" He said as if talking to the accesery. " My people will not walk the same path..."
He placed the mask on his face, only his eyes now visible to the world. The wind swooped by him, ruffling the feathers of his wings and lifting his hair to form what may be described a a cape.

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Zujed turned on his heel and started for the throne rooms exit and into the halls of the palace.

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Zujed wandered the halls of the palace aimlessly. Without his brother, Draka who was out on the fronts he had no one to bother him realy. That's how it has always been though. Draka would focuse on the millitary while Zujed focused on the people.

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The scent of non-Tyran flesh burned what olfactory nerves The Interpreter still held, that weren't tainted by the cold tang of metal and fuel. The scent was almost nauseating, to one such as him, a member of the superior race, the Devourers, those who would inherit the universe, but he wouldn't let it on that it was. To do so would be to show weakness, and that could not be afforded this far from the homeworld. To show weakness would be to have his efforts mocked by all who stood before him, their contemptuous glares being cast sideways at his perfect, sleek, scaled form. They were jealous, yes... The jealousy of the lesser races was something The Interpreter was used to, now. It had taken years for him to grow accustomed to being unwelcome, scalded with hard words, yeah, even stoned or attacked. But his left hand, the blade, was not only for show, as too many of the fleshy peoples had learned the hard way.

<And bring unto the lesser peoples a glimpse of the horror they would stand for incurring the wrath of the Tyran. Bring unto them such bleeding and suffering as that they would convert to our subservients with grateful eyes, knowing they are now safe, and basking in the blessed servitude of so far advanced a race> Those were the words spoken to him by The Great Devourer, ever watching, always caring, knowing each and every spawn of the Homeworld as his own brood. The tentacles of the Overmind's mighty mind reached even this far, onto the homeworld of the hateful Hetucked. Here they mocked the words that The Interpreter wove, stood and laughed at his shimmering black scales as he preached the coming of the New order... Had his embryo been warped in the pits to be capable of Hetucked and Human speech for naught? Had the efforts of The Creator, second blessed among the brood, gone in vain? It seemed no words could penetrate these masses... Didn't they realize how honored they should feel that the Tyran would offer them the right to become their slaves and vassals? Any sentient being should leap at the opportunity to serve something greater than themselves...

With a barely audible hiss, The Interpreter stepped down from the Pedastel in the Capital City, his sermon now over, and the remaining crowd growing rowdy. He twitched his bladed hand quickly... Unlike these creatures, The Interpreter was bred and created for combat. His reflexes rivalled those of the Warrior Caste of the Tyran, and his Bone blade was dense enough to take the smashing blows of Damasc and not shatter. A young human had tested it once... That was The Interpreter's most prized skull.

(There you go... Just post my profiles up, and I've got an intro, so... We're good. *Grins*)

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Mephisto_907's profiles

-Profiles-

Gaia name: Mephisto_907
Name: The Hive Tyrant has no name, only consciousness... But it is known by its Translators, the Federation, and the Hetucked as 'The Great Devourer'
Race: Tyran
Side: Tyran
Profession: Overmind, Collective consciousness, and Emperor of the Tyran Empire
Wepon: Hell, man, he IS a weapon!
Aperance: It stands about... I dunno, Twelve or so feet tall, with Six massive arms, two of which end in giant scythe-like blades of bone, And the lower four all large, muscular hands with pre-hensile thumbs. Its entire carnosaur-esque body is covered in thick plates of scales, and his tail ends in a rather nasty looking barbed spine. Its head has two large eyes under a thick brain-plate of scale, and its lower jaw is only attached to its head by muscle... Large range of movement there.


-Profiles-

Gaia name: Mephisto_907
Name: 'The Interpreter' Like The Great Devourer, it has no true name.
Race: Tyran
Side: Tyran
Profession: Herald of the Coming of the New Empire.
Wepon: His left hand is the same scything blade of the Mighty Emperor. other than that, he's versed in standard Federation Weaponry.
Aperance: Think... A Komodo-Dragon looking head, scaly body, and a long tail, but torso, arms, and legs not unlike a human... Except for the claws, of course.

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Zujed exited through the palaces main doors and into the court yard. The palace it'self stood on a large mound in the center of the city. As, Zujed continued to walk twords the exit he was confronted by one of the city gaurds. The Hetucked ran up to his Emperor panting as his black armor clanged againts it'self.

"My Lord, My Lord!" The gaurd said as he droped to his knees before his leader, tucking his wings to his back."My Lord.." He said once again catching his breath. "What is it..whta's the matter..?" Zujed asked in slight confussion, it is rare to see a gaurd in such haste in their peacefull capital. "Tyran..!" The gaurd said hastefully. There's a Tyran in the city!

Zujed's eyes light up with rage. "WHAT!!?" Zujed grabed the gaurd's chest plate and lifted him up to his feet with one hand. "Did you send a team after it!?" He said with beared fangs. We're converging on his position as we speak...!" The gaurd said somewhat shaken. Zujed pushed back the city gaurd before turning his head back to the palace gaurd. "We are on High Alert, tell the remaining army to go to deffensive positions around Kina and other Hetucked planets....Now!"

Zujed turned back to the city gaurd with narrowed eyes and an over all look of hatred. "Lead me to the Tyran...." With that, the gaurd lead his Emperor out of the palace and into the city.

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The interpreter decided to try one last time, looking about the crowd around him. He licked his teeth, and then began his speech once more.

"Creatures of this planet, heed my words! Scorn me though you may, I speak the ultimate truth of the creatures of this universe! A coming storm is on the horizon... This war spreads through civilizations as quickly as the pox once spread through the races of man! In all of the history my mighty race has assimilated, there is only one way out of this fell trap! Only one true path that offers salvation and freedom from war! And that path is to folow the brood, to become our unqeustioning servants!" The words rolled of his tongue, perfectly accented to the dialect of the land. Years of selective breeding and genetic splicing had created a Tyran capable of the common language, and years of forced study had driven him to perfect it.

"The Tyran have one goal in this war, my fellow citizens, and it is not rape, pillage, and plunder, as your governments may have you believe, but it is a message of peace! All we attempt to do is disband the oppressive rule you currently serve under, to destroy the leash that holds your instincts down, that you may convert back to your natural state of freedom and lucidity about your lives! Aid us in this grand war, that you may live to see the glory of Assimilation!" Though his arguments were strong, and pointed, and he could see nothing wrong with them, the overtones of destruction and annhilation were too heavy... But The Interpreter could not know. It was his duty to speak, not think.

He raised his bladed hand for emphasis. "Fight back, fellow citizens! Fight back against the rulers who would have you grovelling for naught! Your own lords and ladies would have you crawling on all fours like a beast, serving their vain pursuits and personal vendettas, while we Tyran would not! We would have you serve us to the end of creating order and a new supremacy, a grand Monarchy that would be able to keep the peace for the rest of time! Who better to rule than an impartial judge?! The Great Devourer sees all, knows all, and is just!" The voice of The Interpreter wove to a roaring crescendo, all his faith available fr everyon to see. He believed ever word he spoke.

"Now is your chance to convert! Come to us, and we will guarantee you safety and a good life once all other governments are destoyed! Two organizations with a military beget only one thing; War. With only the Tyran Empire as your power, there will be no fear of war, only an eternal peace!" He drew his speech to a close, looking about him. The creatures of this planet were dispersing, scowling at each other, calling him mad. One of them drew a dagger. The Interpreter hissed and raised his left arm. Foolish fleshies.
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