Why didn't you ask before?

Quote from certain person: 'Bout time.

Well it might work when enemies are controlling the point, and you can go and fry them all. But once you're in the middle, you're a sitting duck to mid and long-rangers.

People don't hate it so much.

*Gracias ^Languagephobia guy right here Reaper's no match for the tastiness of the chicken army. You'll see, we'll corrupt him with chicken nuggets and get him over on our side. Then once he got rid of Scyth, we'll...dispose of him. The real one, or the lame, poor human copy scam?

Scyth' is here .-. Looks like we have to ditch the joking and fooling around guys.

ho2 refuse to accept Quebec french

We find out humans are nothing but series of coding in an extremely advanced computer created by gods. Then gods find out they're nothing but series of coding of an even more advanced computer created by greater gods. Then those gods also find out they're nothing bud coding in an even more advanced computer created by even more greater gods. Then everyone looses track and moves on to the next post whilst upvoting this extremely-hilarious text, before having a brain explosion and dying. The end.

Correction: the people at nickelodeon are boss.

Shadewarttt

C'est les deux -__-

Trust me, even if Freeze+Mammy in Ping-Pong is against a Hornet, it still miserably fails. I'm talking from experience.

Kevred's Fantastic Chicken...I'm not sure I agreed to have a business partnership with you. Hmm, there must be some law that enables me to sue you and get tons of monaaaaay. deadtoyou and joker, keep doing what you're doing ;)

His hand fought against his will as he squeezed the metal. All his training was needed to keep his face calm and expressionless when blood splattered out of Amelie’s skull. But the disgusted, loathing look James Reed saw in Anne’s eyes was the worst of them all. Could she not understand it was necessary? Could she not comprehend that he did it for her safety? The man sometimes dreamed she did, but those dreams were long faded, pushed back to the far corners of his mind. So he kept his fake composure, and played the role of a Tal officer to perfection. His Eurasians bosses' orders were formal: his cover must be preserved at all costs. All costs including the life or lives of anyone. He was however unable to keep his hands from trembling when Anne walked out of the room, without looking back. Fortunately the clouds were on his side, and the shadows prevented the surrounding Tals from seeing the otherwise reflection in his eyes. - A week ago, he had watched her dig a grave for her sister in the woods behind her house. He had watched her sob and cry. Unwillingly, he had then peeled his eyes off of the spectacle and ordered to burn down the house. The words sounded dry as he rolled them over his tongue. Anne Beaumont, agent of the Eurasian Undercover Service. A colleague, in some sort. Only she was tasked with office work, whilst he had to infiltrate the Tal. And according to the newspapers, she had recently been executed by her own country. - “I'm telling you, I couldn't prevent the execution. The Tals would have become suspicious.” Jonathan Lox folded his fingers on the table, which shook as said James then proceeded to slam his fists on. James Reed's dark mood stood out against the white walls of General Lox's office. “Would have? You sacrificed her life to prevent something that might have happened?” The impassible General barely blinked when a lampshade went flying towards the wall ruining the perfect whiteness. The vintage glass broke into shards, tens of thousands of irreparable fragments. “Yes, I, or we, did. The life of one is worth the safety of many. You, of all men, should understand that.” “You could've faked her death! Pretended she was executed in custody or something! I don’t know!" James was now tearing his hair apart, almost undistinguishable from a madman. "There are so many possibilities, but the authorities decided to choose the worst one?” “Maybe there might have been a better option. But the past is in the past, and we cannot change it. Focus your spirit on a cause you can change.” Papers and documents went flying to join the lampshade, at the foot of the wall. As quick as it appeared, the anger subsided to give place to deep abandonment. Force gave up on him as he collapsed into his chair, deep pockets under his once sprightly eyes. “How did the Tal find out the location of her house?” His words were murmured, barely audible in the croaking of the frogs in the backyard pond. Lox was relieved to change the topic of the conversation, but he wisely didn't let it show. Without waiting for an answer, James continued, “The Tal commander Eerfee told me someone from the inside sent him the location.” “Yes, and we have a pretty good idea of who it was. In the last two months, three mails from the Eurasian Undercover Service were sent to outside recipients: a governmental letter, obviously legitimate, classified data on the situation of the Paris siege, which has been verified and also classed 100% legit. That leaves only the last mail, sent by a scientist from the French research labs. It contained blueprints on a certain revolutionary tank armor design. The file can no longer be found in the National database.” James narrowed his eyes. “Who’s the sender?” “Chemist Alexandra Belanger. Information on her is in the Demographic Database. We have dispatched troops to-“ James briskly stood up, the inner fire lit up by knowledge of vengeance. He threw his chair against the door, knocking it down by the same occasion. He then pulled out a gun and pointed it at the General. “TO HELL WITH YOUR TROOPS! Bullets are too quick, she does not deserve such way of passing. I will make sure she regrets her acts during the last moments of her pitiful life. Don’t move!” He added when Lox began rising from his chair. “James, do not leave Hamburg. The Tals have all eyes out for you, know that they know you’re a spy. James? James! Reed, stop!” His words were lost in the silence of the marble corridors, a gust of wind indicating the once presence of James Reed. - The green metal plating of the Wasp stood out against the civilian cars on the highway. People swerved right and left to avoid its tracks, and the too slow were relentlessly crushed under its weight. A trail of blazing carcasses littered the highway, and it didn't take long before someone alerted the Security. “Wasp Railgun model 12887, immediately power off the turret and stop the engine!” The said Railgun started turning, which the officer believed to be a sign of submission. He sighed in relief, but the sigh stuck in his throat when a purple halo appeared around the tip of the Fear Machine. The beam missed his car by a good meter; unfortunately the vehicle behind him wasn't as lucky. The auto flipped into the air, furthermore creating an explosion which melted the concrete of the road. Two of the other Security vehicles drove straight into the boiling substance and the rubber of their tires immediately disintegrated into a puddle of black. The only remaining car kept its speed, the officer being a rather courageous man. “Wasp Railgun model 12887, immediately stop vehicle! Your actions give us authorization to fire!” James finally stopped the engine, and popped out of the small hatch on the top of his stolen Wasp. His lips twisted into a taunting smile. The officer, unshaken by the devilish expression, scanned his target with his portable camera. “Criminal identified! James Reed, you are accused of public aggression, thieving of national property, military resistance and murder of a representative of the Crown. You are sentenced to the execution squad! Step away from the Wasp, and hands in the air!” The officer cautiously moved behind his car whilst constantly pointing his pistol through the window. “Ha! You want me to follow justice? Do me justice first. As for you, I’ll give you a chance. This world is controlled by Nature and Luck. As such, Nature shall decide your fate.” His smile stretched even further. He opened his mouth, a supernatural feeling ordering the officer to move his legs and get him out of there, however his muscles worked against his will. One huff of air moved up James' throat, shaped into words before exiting his mouth in the form of a single, deadly term: "Run." James primed the grenade and threw it onto the car. He closed the hatch as more flaming debris joined the existing ones, but this time they were stained in red. Blood-red. - “ALEXANDRA BELANGER!” His shout reverberated around the small neighbourhood of Toulouse. It was an inhuman cry, and soon frantic steps emanated from the stairs. The woman to whom they belonged to then appeared out of the living room door, which was plunged in darkness. She was followed by who seemed to be her husband. He placed himself between Belanger and James, spreading out his arms to offer a physical shield. It turned out to be useless, for one bullet sufficed to fell the human barrier. Unrelentingly, Reed then directed the tip of his gun towards the woman. Two kids stood behind her, their eyes covered by their mother’s trembling hands. “What do you want?” She said, her voice quivering from fear. “Nothing but what everyone wants. Justice.” Without warning, he flicked his gun and sent a bullet into the leg of the eldest child, who wailed in pain. “Please, stop!” “It’s not fair, isn’t it? He’s innocent, so it’s not fair that he received the pain, right? Well was it fair when you aided the Tal Ourouk kill the Beaumonts? Was it fair when Anne was executed as traitor when everyone knew perfectly that she wasn’t one? Was it fair when her entire family was massacred just for one person?” “I-I didn’t…I don’t know what you’re-“ “ANSWER ME!” He brought his fist down onto her jaw, and she stumbled back into the wall. Her lips took a hint of blood. “You sent a message one month ago. What did it contain, and who was it sent to?” Cold anger replaced his blind fury. Although to Alexandra, neither was better. “It con-contained the blueprints of a tank protection paint…I sent it to a friend. Please.” “THE TRUTH! Or your child dies!” To emphasize his point, James shot the other leg of the poor child, and his cries doubled in intensity. No mother could stand seeing her children in such pain, and Alexandra Belanger was no exception. “I secretly at-attached a file containing the loca…location of the Beaumont’s home, and I-I sent it to...to the Tal.” “You sent it within a governmental blueprint, so that the filter wouldn't suspect anything. Ingenious. You’re nothing but a traitor, Belanger. But Nature will decide whether you live or die. I'm giving you three seconds to run.” “Please…Tony can’t stand up! Please!” she pleaded. “Three.” Alexandra desperately attempted to haul the child up, but she collapsed under their combined weight. “Two.” The mother ordered the youngest child to run away, but he refused, clutching his mother’s waist as his tears dripped down her soaked dress. “One.” His finger squeezed the trigger three times, three hits of the gavel of the judge. - “I received your letter. You wanted to see me? You have the courage to see me after everything you've done?” Lox stepped out of the car, and immediately received a blast of wind. Squinting to see through the mist that enveloped the Alps, he distinguished a man kneeling at the edge of the canyon. “It’s nothing compared to what you've done.” The voice seemed to come from all four directions, echoing around the vast mountains. “James, did one woman really do this to you? Is one woman worth the death of many?” “It is the law of the Talion. Eye for an eye. Those who caused her death shall receive equal treatment. It is not my problem if I must punish many instead of one. I am the hand of justice.” “Alexandra, Tony and George Belanger were found dead in their household today.” “Justice killed them, just as justice killed Anne.” “You’re a murderer doubled with a madman. Stop this, James.” “If that is what you think, so be it. It won’t matter much once your corpse is rotting in the sun.” “So you brought me here to kill me.” “Partly. One thought dawned on me as I sat here, watching the water course through the rocks. I've been foolish to not realize it before. And that though is, how did Belanger come to know the location of Anne’s home? She was only a scientist, and did not work for the Secret Services. You, on the other hand…” He left his sentence hanging in the air, more menacing than any bullet. “I guess there’s no point in lying now. Belanger was the owner of the information on the protective armor. She threatened to give it to the Tal unless we traded it for the location of Anne’s home. The Tal Ourouk wanted someone with deep knowledge of the Eurasian Military, and we wanted the paint, so we accepted. Understand, such technology falling into the hands of people like the Tal…” “From what I understand, you gave up a human life for a few copper wires and electricity signals. Tell me, is that fair? Is that what you call justice?” “The world is not fair, James. Nothing is. We do not try to make it fairer. Instead, we try to limit the number of people affected by the injustice. Choose, James. Choose the right path. You have a choice.” “Lies.” James slowly stood up, his back still turned to the General. His head was tilted upwards, as he stared deeply into the limitless sky. “Anne didn't have a choice. Did she choose to be sacrificed? Did she choose to be betrayed?” “The leader of operation Storm didn't have a choice either. But I blamed the right people. The Tal Ourouk.” “Like you said: focus your spirit on things you can change. I can’t kill all the Tal, but I can shoot you and throw your body to the bottom of this canyon. Also, just so your death is not a peaceful one…” James turned around. In his hands was a small microchip. “You couldn't have-You…that’s the protection paint data!” “Indeed. I found it in Alexandra’s pocket. Once I'm done with you, I’ll put this in your pocket and push you over the edge. It’ll be the last of you and this damned paint.” “James, Anne died for that data! Think, it’s as if you were killing her a second time!” “Anne was dead to me the moment the guillotine fell.” The shot echoed in the distance. - “Unit Alpha B! Drop Hornet Thunder to attached coordinates.” The General hid behind one of the sparse trees, clutching his left leg. After what seemed like seconds, the sound of the helicopter arrived to his years. The Hornet made a loud clang as it dropped onto the semi-rocky mountain slope. He knew that he had only a few seconds before James would find out where he was hiding, so he ran as fast as his wounded legs could carry him to the tank. A bullet whizzed past his face as he climbed into the metal beast. Driving backwards, he narrowly dodged the James' Railgun’s beam. He then took a shot of his own, which harmlessly hit the ground a few meters away from the Wasp speeding towards him. The Hornet’s wheels kicked up mountains of dirt as it tried unsuccessfully to move out of the way of the furious Wasp. The wheels unstuck only too late. The shock of the impact sent vibrations through both men’s mobile exoskeletons, whilst metal on metal produced sparks worthy of the 4th of July. The Railgun’s beam charged up again, but it was lost in the air. Rearing again, it went for another ramming. This time the General was prepared, and the Hornet backed-off in time. A well-timed shot combined with the speed of the Wasp sent the latter flipping and rolling to the edge of the vast canyon, before landing on its back, its turret crooked and rendered useless. Both men came out of their armoured vehicles, one calmly stepping out and the other desperately crawling out of fiery flames. “Everything is lost for you, James. Give me the microchip.” His only response was a demonic laugh. James smirked. “I’d die before giving it to you. This leaves only one option. There is no choice.” He did the military salute before flinging himself over the ledge of the canyon, and into the void. - The soldier victoriously raised the blood-stained microchip over his head. “Sir, the microchip, it’s intact! Not even a scratch! It’s a miracle, a…a…” “A prodigy.” Storm Sakura

List of Previous Chapters Chapter I, The Crimson Blades -Part I -Part II -Part III Chapter II, The Titancore -Part I -Part II Chapter III, Dawn of War -Part I Rise "Get him to the medical station. You, initiate compound-wide security lockdown. No one leaves and no one gets in." "Understood!" Eager to please, the two soldiers hastily rushed down the opposite direction. I can feel it. The small nagging sensation in my spine. Subtle, but easily perceptible when you know it's there. The indication of Genetarr mind control. Mother, I and the rest of the Fallen have been exiled for a long time now, fighting a cold war against the Terrans. I have witnessed massacres, betrayals, lies, but never something as unethical as employing Genetarr for military purposes. I smash my fist against a pressure plate on the wall, and, on cue, the lockdown is completed. Whoever is pulling the strings, he's stuck inside. "Attention all personnel, arm yourselves. We got maybe one or several intruders in the base." My finger lets go of the communication button, although it wasn't intentionally. An intense vibration transmits through the walls and onto the floor, causing metal plates to detach from everywhere. I myself manage to catch hold of a protruding monitor just in time. Another vibration comes rolling my way, except this time it's followed by gunshots. "Control center! What on Earth was that!" I shout into the microphone. "The Terrans are attacking! Breaches in outdoor infrastructures!" "Get every fighting man to the front lines. It's time to fight back." *** Protecting my face with my arm in a somewhat cowardly fashion, I back off from the advancing Terran special operation troops. Beams and bullets whiz around me, relentlessly knocking down my comrades one after the other. Eventually, my gears click in place and I realize It's going to be a bloodbath if we keep fighting. "Everyone! Head for the docks!" Unlike the chores, this time I don't need to repeat myself for everyone to listen. I cover the fleeting men with my rifle, although the ammunition isn't strong enough to pierce the reinforced armour of the Terrans. Soon I'm unable to resist, and I turn around to follow my men. "Erexa! Get to the docks! We're evacuating! Get Arshton too!" I randomly find myself wondering how the people from the 21st century could've lived without comms. "I can't," is the reply I get. "What do you mean, you can't? I thought you knew how to walk!" "It's...it's not that, Andy." From the tone of her voice, I immediately detect something is wrong. "Erexa, what's going on?" "Sorry Andy, but...Arshton's...he's...dead." "Very funny Erexa. Love your humor." "He's dead. The bullet punctured his lungs. " The lie is too blatant to not be detected. I know for sure that a Maxxim Type-5 bullet cannot penetrate more than the skin. Instead, it relies on poison to do the job. Erexa, being a scientist, should know that, so she must be in a complete nervous meltdown to somehow forget about that detail. "Erexa. What's happening." "The blood loss was too great for our-" "Erexa?" "What in the world...Andy! He's...Arshton's...No!" "EREXA!" The small silver object beeps red, meaning the connection was cut on the other end. Refusing to pause in such a critical moment, I swiftly duck into a narrow adjacent alleyway, holding my breath. It turned out to be a wise precaution, for precisely at the moment I get out of view, a squad of five Terrans run right by me. I pop out, charge my rifle and fire a dozen shots. Most of them bounce off, but three corpses are added to the debris lying on the floor. Without pause, I then throw a grenade into the already unstable tunnel, and the entire ceiling is brought down. I keep running down the hallway, my combat boots resonating on the floor. Absorbed in my thought, too late do I notice the unusual silence. Out of nowhere, four soldiers surround me, two in back and two in front. One of them takes off his helmet. "Andros," He acknowledges. I squint. "Admiral McCollins?" "I'm happy you recognize me." "How could I not? You exiled myself and many others, on the sole excuse that we were descendants of the Illuminate." He had the guts to laugh, "I did much worse, Callidus. I framed you in front of your brother. I made him fear and hate you." "What are you talking about?" "Your brother was assigned to patrol the dangerous Sector C. Of course, it was only a mask. His real task was to transport a bomb in his cargo, a bomb that will be detonated when sufficiently close to the Titancore. Actually, that was also nothing but a mask," he laughed, "the true objective was for the bomb to eradicate everything in Sector C, including this planet, and it's inhabitants." "You tried to wipe us out!" "Exactly. It's not legally doable, which explains the cover-up. Then we framed you simply to make the whole thing much more complicated, so that no one would be able to trace the path back to us." "You little piece of junk!" "Now, now. We're between gentlemen here. Even the most repulsive shell can contain pearls, you know. Enought talk. Soldiers, take him away!" "Wait! Let me tell you something, Admiral." "What is that?" "Never forget to disarm your prisoners, sir," I say as I pull out my handgun, sending a bullet straight into the forehead of the McCollins. "Oh, and never take off your helmet." In shock, the now dead Admiral's bodyguards don't react fast enough, and they find themselves dead, too. I calmly continue my path down the corridor, pushing aside all the conflicting thoughts and emotions mashed up in my mind. In what seemed like seconds, I find myself sitting in one of the podships, flying at near-lightspeed towards our space fleet, hidden from view in a gas nebula. "Status report?" I ask the soldier crouching next to me. "One half of our personnel is dead or missing, and we've lost six podships to Terran anti-air cannons and fighters." "Fighters?" "Mate, they've got tons of jets in the air. We'll be lucky to come out of this alive." Just as he finished speaking, karma comes around and the windows in the cargo bay get shattered by rains of bullets. "Should've kept my big mouth shut, eh!" Those were his last words, as multiple dark red spots appear over his body and he's sucked into the void known as space. "Heads down everyone!" Another unlucky fellow receives a jagged metal debris into the throat and doubles over, desperately trying to stop the last parcels of his soul to escape via his last breath. Fortunately or unfortunately the other's witnessed the grimly event, and in the blink of an eye human adaptation and their ability to learn from their mistakes comes into play, and everyone crouched or lied under what remained of the windows. That's when fire broke out. "The engine was hit! We're all going to die!" "Not yet, we still have a shot at life if we manage to reach the cruisers!" "He's right! I can see them! Only a few minutes guys! We can do this!" In life and death situations, the cultural differences between races become evident. The humans and I simply lay down whilst crossing our fingers, the Konqul yelled and shouted, the Inergons prayed to their god and the Chuhn, a merchant people, picked up debris from the floor for selling. Everyone resisted the fire as long as they could, but eventually some of them lost hope and flung themselves out the windows, unable to resist the scorch. Screams and wails mixed with the explosionns to form the most total chaos. Luckily, a forcefield prevented the oxygen to be lost into space, but with the pilot dead and the engine in flames, it wasn't going to last long. The last slivers of hope were burning down when finally a cry of hope emanated. "There's the cargo bay! Almost there! I can see the other podships! Brace for impact!" "Yeah!" I reacted too late, my head went clanging to the ceiling before landing face first onto the ground. My legs fell into the fire, but my scream got lost in the ruckus. The podships did a few more gymnastic figures before barrelling into an adjacent vessel. Semi-conscious, I was pulled out by unknown hands and dragged afar just as both ships exploded. My head slumped and everything disappeared. *** "Ow...I feel like the world just fell on me," I say while massaging my forehead. "With that big head of yours? Not surprising, must be pretty heavy carrying that around." "Very funny Erexa. Love your hum-" We both pause, the ghostly souvenir brought back by the evocation of the words. Impending silence only interrupted at regular intervals by the beeps of the machines settles between us, me dumbly rubbing my head and her staring blankly at the wall. Finally, unable to sustain more, I brake the silent atmosphere. "Wait a minute...Erexa! You're alive!" "For the better or for the worse." "What happened back there?" "Nothing. I just didn't feel too well. That's all." It was quite obvious she was lying once again, but I decided to give the matter a rest. "What's our situation?" "Oh you know, waiting in the nebula indefinitely. Nothing interesting, really." "Well that's about to change."' I throw off my covers and stomp out of the room. Erexa's calling me back, but I ignore her and head towards the bridge. "Where's the queen?" I ask when I reach it. "Sleeping, sir. She needs to recover after several head injuries. Nothing serious, fortunately." I surprisingly find myself barely preoccupied about the situation of Mother. "By definition, since the queen is currently incapable of taking command, I am in charge of this ship?" "Yes, sir. Why do you ask?" "Contact all Fallen ships. Order them to meet us at the border of the Milky Way." "That's right in Terran territory!" "For now, it is." "What do you mean?" "It's time for war." *** "Battle stations! Reaching Terran perimeter in fifteen minutes!" "Our seven cruisers are at designated positions!" "Reinforcements from the Andromeda galaxy arriving in ten!" "Those from the Centaurus galaxy in seven!" "Deploying fleet in agreed strategy." The elevator slides open, and out comes my mother, frail but determined. "Andros Callidus, what the hell are you doing?" "Taking back what is rightfully ours, Mother." "Consigned to quarters. Get there, and don't come out. I'm the only boss around here." "You were." With that, I pulled out my gun and, before anyone could stop me, fired at my mother. "I hereby take full command of Fallen forces," I announce whilst pretending not to notice the astonished faces around me. Serenely, I slowly make my way to the captain's seat. Not wanting to sit on the chair of a now-deceased person, I stand in front of the panoramic view instead. Through cutting-edge telescopes and advanced sensory refraction technologies, I am able to witness the life of the Milky Way. A galaxy no different than thousand others, but it's my galaxy. Mine and my brother's. Heaving a sigh, I tap my comm to activate it. "Brothers, sisters, friends and allies. Our ancestors we're executed and called "witches" during the seventeenth centuries. They were called the Illuminati and despised in the 19th centuries. They were used as joke topics and pushed to the rank of myth in the 21st centuries. Seeked out and massacred in the 23th centuries. Persecuted in the 24th. Cast out and exiled in the 25th. But now, it is time to reclaim our home. For we are the Fallen, our ancestors have endured countless pains to give us life. We are the Fallen, we have lived as outcasts for long enough. We are the Fallen, and today, we shall rise from the ashes of our oppressors!" The first shots of the War of Five Rings carried the scent of vengeance. -End of Chapter III, Dawn of War- -End of section 1-

Elec, canadian buddies! Can I ask which province? (and maybe which town?)

^This needs to be cleaned. Your club is consisted of inactives.

It's about time.

51

Goodbye Praty :( Remember, I want to see your face on the newspaper during the space era!

You'd notice it started when I realized you were liverpoolaum. If you plan to, advise me first. I want to leave on my own accord, as to keep my pride.

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I love how you can't be more vain if you tried to.

Congrats.

CC, this is the reason of my quit yesterday: will explain in battle.