The Concealed Puppeteer

[Tomtomrawr]

<Location: Dur-Shurrikun, Nomad space>

At first it was a whisper. A faint whisper, almost like a rumour. They come. They come. But then it was louder, and closer. It was coming from somewhere near Dur-Shurrikun, outside the sanctuary of the mine-field perimeter. They come. They come. Nimsala could see the Slomon K'Hara patrols change. The light they emitted darkened. Questions were sent to the voice, but it only repeated the same thing. They come. They come.

It was definately a part of the Mindshare. It was a Slomon K'Hara. But it was... different. In some way, it seemed abnormal. Its voice was high-pitched and strained, growing louder the closer it came. Pain could be sensed within its existence. It did not live the way it should. They come. They come. It was now a shriek within the Mindshare. Slomon K'Hara that Nimsala could see pulsated as they were bombarded by the mad shrieks.

They come. They come. On they ride toward the Home, through the mist that shrouds it. They know pain, now they spread it across the stars. Through the mist they ride like stallions through a meddow. Slowed by nothing, their minds determined to complete their goal. The voice had quietened again, now using a whisper again. Past the explosions of the Shield, toward the Home. Its location could now be sensed, as it was hidden before. It was coming from the middle of the mine-field. Every Slomon K'Hara now gathered as close as possible to the source, just a few metres from the mine-field.

Almost through. Almost through. They await what is to be the great Extermination. The genocide at their hands. Dark objects could be faintly seen now through the mist. Their paths were marked by the mines that exploded in their wake. They see revenge for those fallen to the Slomon K'Hara.

The first shape punched through the mist and into the protective sphere of Dur-Shurrikun. It was a Darkname ship. An Osiris. A second one followed. A Rheinland battleship. A third of the Bretonian variety. Large Darkname ships kept breaking through the mist. Soon there were ten. Then twenty. Thirty. Fifty. Eighty battleships entered the protective sphere. It could be sensed deep within the first Osiris, trapped and tortured, longing to be in the emptiness once more.

It had been shrieking since the vessel that imprisoned it had entered the protective sphere. THEY COME. THEY COME. Repeating the same two words. But as the final battleship ventured out of the mist, it stopped its shrieking and sent an image of itself to its brethren. Chained to a table, mentally crying.

Run.

The Darkname ships, now collected together, let out a massive wave of destructive energy. Slomon K'Hara caught in the blast suffered before their physical forms were destroyed. But the destructive force was not directed at them, but at Dur-Shurrikun. The Slomon K'Hara had not fired when the ships had first arrived, paralyzed by the shrieking of the captured Slomon K'Hara. But now they began to fight with a ferocity and defiance never witnessed before by the human race.

Three of the Darkname ships had been destroyed before the others all launched fighters and bombers. By this point, the destructive energy force had almost reached the satellite structures that powered the shield. The enslaved Slomon K'Hara shrieked in horror and pain, screaming seemingly random nonsense into the Mindshare.

Impact. The destructive force of the Darkname energy weapons upon impact with each satellite completely obliterated any solid structure. Every orbiting structure was destroyed, and Dur-Shurrikun was exposed. Nimsala watched in horror from the Slomon K'Hara it shared vision with, as it fought valiantly to destroy the Darkname ships. Seventeen had been destroyed but the Slomon K'Hara forces were close to being crushed by the weight of the Darknames.

The enslavers of stars come to destroy those who defend the Light. Only then will they have absolute power. They are monsters from a world ravaged by their own barbaric savagery. They spread across the stars like a virus to drain the soul of the galaxy that gave them life. They do this to multiply and survive in greater numbers. They will never stop spreading and destroying. Never. Never. Never.

The voice continued to whisper the word. Right to the end. The Darknames sent another volley of destructive energy outward, toward the Palace of Hope. Its unshielded structure was fragile and had no hope of withstanding the blast. Slomon K'Hara ships flew into the blast in an attempt to weaken the destructive volley of light. All but the one that Nimsala watched from. It watched Dur-Shurrikun, now a safe distance from the Darknames, but close to Dur-Shurrikun, as if its presence at the scene could be of some assistance.

Impact. Dur-Shurrikun, the hope of the Slomon K'Hara, crumbled under the pressure. Its great stone structure broke apart, sending shrapnel in all directions. The blinding light was too much for the physical form that Nimsala watched from, and it too died with the Palace of Hope. The voice had stopped talking, now crying into a severed link with brethren that were no more.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. &lt;3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.