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Eternity is not Immortal - PrologueEternity is not Immortal - Prologue by Qeztotz
The Sumnia/Dione war was one of the most widely told stories in the history of the Galaxy. There were bloodier wars, such as the Second Nuclear War and the Iapetus Uprising, and there were bigger wars, the Pan-galactic war and the Secession of the Djinn(also known as the first great rebellion) are by far many thousands of light years further reaching. So why was the Sumnia/Dione war the figurehead of warfare, the stories young warrior tribes told their children, and why was it the subject of so many studies? It is because it sounds like it was torn from a children’s storybook, from the tales of legend.
The largest human empire in the history of the galaxy, brought low by a single world. One immediately thinks of the legend of David and Goliath.
The war can be distinctly split into clear chronological ‘Phases.’
The first phase begins at the first point of contact between Sumnia and Dione. A probe
Arbet's Story: PrologueArbet's Story, PrologueArbet's Story: Prologue by theomegareaper101
“He’s gonna die”, growled Cassus. “Shut yer yap”, barked his companion. “That little bastard managed t’ last three days in th’ bloody desert ‘fore we found him again. A li’l drizzle like this won’t hurt ‘im at all.” “Fine. So, how much is this twerp worth?” asked Cassus. “A million dead, two million if we bring ‘im in kickin’. We’ll live like kings.”
Suddenly, a low groan came from the sodden bundle that the two had left outside their tent. “So he’s awake, eh?” said Cassus. Rising, he strode quickly to the bundle’s location, and began kicking it viciously. “Rise an’ shine, sleepyhead. Yer Uncle Cassus wants yer up, now.”
With another groan, the bundle rose, revealing itself to be a twelve-year-old boy. None too healthy-looking, pale, with shaggy black hair, the boy would have appeared completely nor
LAST DAYS Prologue + Ch. 1LAST DAYSLAST DAYS Prologue + Ch. 1 by SirKodiak
Prologue: It was 2573 September 12. It was nearly four hundred years after the Crimson war; most people in what’s left of the world have nothing. Some people have it all, Like the owner of New Vegas, The families that run the casinos’, the untouched countries or even the many factions out in the waste, but there are the three different armies fighting, mostly about there colonies, on other planets, The three armies are The Resistance, The Alliance, and The Corporation. These Three groups have been fighting each other since the War, well that’s what most people believe since that’s all they’ve been doing is killing each other. They tried a few different treaties but in all of them some one managed to find a glass bottle and a relatively sharp pencil.
But there are a good handful of people on earth that took up raiding other settlement and people and selling them as slaves, in and out of earth. There are some neutral space stations out there
For Our World shall Not be Lost Yesterday!The rustling resumed. Light remained shadowed by fog in the sky.For Our World shall Not be Lost Yesterday! by Paleo-King
A herd of colossal sauropods loomed behind the dense trees – they were too far to see clearly behind the foliage, but even at that distance they seemed to tower over Enjayu. Darius knew they were titanosaurs, from their wide bodies and nearly level backs. These ones had steeply sloping necks, similarly steep snouts, and their forearms were much shorter than their upper arms. Their hands were massive and straight, and each bore a heavy and unusually dark thumb claw. Their skin was cobalt gray tinged with blue near the spine, dappled with small white patches and studded with small oval plates of armor, ringed with dark, shiny scales, which though smaller than the plates, nevertheless stood out from the rest of their skin. The upper third of their necks was nearly white.
“What are they?” he asked.
“they are those whom your kind know as Argyrosaurs. They are obsessed with time. Listen closely to their
Star Dust.When Pop died, he'd already put his last affairs in order. The money was divided up equally among his six children, (most of) the jewellery was donated at his request and the house was to be sold to repay his final debts. We each got something by the end of it.Star Dust. by laurotica
"To Anjulie, I leave one of my most prized possessions." Though Tante Doralee read the will, I heard it in Pop's crinkled voice, smelling the words as the smoke of his cigars. "The bullet they pulled from my chest; I added the chain so I could carry it with me as a reminder of the horrors I've survived. Take it with you to the furthest reaches you travel, as I know you're headed for the stars."
He didn't know I literally was, and at the time, neither did I. Doralee dropped the piece into my open hand, adding under her breath, "If you ever lose this, no one will forgive you."
I wore it through my training in the Air Force, and I kept it around my neck when I test-f
Trickster 1TricksterTrickster 1 by Foxbear
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
"I think you have a very good chance of achieving your goals young man; West Point has high standers but you are easily on track to achieving them."
The hot Nevada sun fell through the windows of the old brick building lighting up the cluttered office with a warm glow. The man who had just spoken smiled benignly across a worn wooden desk at a raven haired teenager sitting respectfully in an overstuffed chair. The youth returned the smile and nodded, wondering idly if the middle aged Paiute always wore the same outfit to work or simply owned a closet full of worn brown corduroy suits.
"Thank you Counselor Gramm. It's always good to hear that."
Jack squirmed just a bit in his seat. Discussing the plans he had made months ago again seemed a bit redundant. He knew exactly the course his life was going to take
IIML: Beyond-Ch1: Quantum Signals, Old Mysteries..IIML: Beyond-Ch1: Quantum Signals, Old Mysteries.. by GSJennsen
If It Meant Living: Beyond - Chapter 1
“Quantum Signals, Old Mysteries, and New Stars”
Title: If It Meant Living: Beyond – Chapter 1: "Quantum Signals, Old Mysteries, and New Stars"
Game: Mass Effect Trilogy
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all rights to Mass Effect and its characters
Content Warning: Language, Violence
“Far better it is to dare mighty things.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Eldir-za~Mli-Harmoné took several hours to admire the richness of the deep green hue of Tormo-B4’s sky. It was the green of the sprawling forests of Palacent, or perhaps the auroras over Namosta every twelfth cycle. One day, once this Hub teemed with life, once Tormo-B4 had received its true name, great poets would travel here to write of the sky.
Every so often he checked on the progress of the Constructors, thoug
Mass Effect | Ragnarok Legion - PrologueSystems Alliance Military Installation 0163 – Arcturus Station
Systems Alliance Space
2186 CE – Approximately two weeks after the destruction of the Bahak System
Systems Alliance Major Kristopher Dietrich stepped off the Kodiak shuttle, savouring the freedom of being able to fully stretch out his tall frame for the first time in what felt like hours. The sound of his boots striking the vast landing deck vanished amidst the clamouring voices of the maintenance crew, their attention split across the fleet of starfighters and shuttles that filled the bay. Stepping to one side, the major shot a rueful glance at the rapidly cooling engines of the Kodiak. From the exterior she was familiar enough, though being one of the newer UT-47A models the shuttle’s front mounted mass accelerator cannons still appeared to be an oddity. He hid a knowing smile. The designers might not have fixed the cramped interior, but at least they’d addressed some of the complai
5028: Phoenix Rising Prologue
In the year 2970, Humanity has stretched its reach into the nearby star systems, but hasn't found anything of worth, no new species yet, scientists needed a way to get them out further, deeper in the milky way galaxy and so, the prototype, Sparrow class ship was created, the first ship to have a functioning FTL drive, (all others before it could reach the speed of light, but not surpass it) which created basically a wormhole between point a and point b, allowing far faster travel, over greater distance. At the same time, scientists managed to develop a material to recode the genes of a living life force, allowing it to regenerate from any injury, to an extent. A life bar on their arm represented how much energy or "life force" was left within them. The first system with actual life forms of numerous types on different planets was named locally as the Blackwater System. There were two planets that were most similar to Earth, Draenica, and Monteria. Both would be able to sustai
STC: From Romulus With Love: Prologue
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
April 16, 2270
Sitting next to a console in main engineering, Cera Rigel watched the roiling, shifting colours of the warp core. Although Calypso’s warp reactor was at least a century in advance of what Starfleet had, its fuel was the same: antimatter. It also used dilithium crystals to channel the antimatter. That said, its efficiency was outstanding. To say nothing of the fact that Cêtarii technology allowed them to regenerate the expensive crystals. Cera swivelled her chair and tapped a button on the control panel.
“Captain’s starlog, April sixteenth, twenty-two seventy,” she said, smiling. “It’s been fourteen weeks now since we left our Cêtarii hosts and began the long voyage home. And in that time we’ve covered an incredible six hundred light-years. My old ship would have required fourteen months to cross the same distance.”
Peaceful but an Impending Threat: Sol-nii X reader
It was a very long time ago when I was in my peaceful and normal state of releasing my solar particles. I kept observing all planets' motions in space. They were moving around my bright yellow shell. For me, I needed to keep this routine everyday. Indeed, it's a must to hang around with the other celestial bodies. I'm the most important being for them in order to receive sunlight and heat.
But, that very day, I never expected someone who came to our Solar system. I was afraid to see suspicious beings who entered like thieves in the night. They had large vessels and prepared to infiltrate at any moment. I knew that they were from a distant system. I saw their pale and dark faces as I carefully watched them. They were too powerful when they approached closer and closer. They were an army of evil sorcerers and chanted some spells of destruction.
They sharply stared and aimed at me, like I was their prey. I wanted
A Burden Shared 5A Burden Shared
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
“When my brothers and I stood against Unicron’s forces they drove us down deep into the Well,” he began slowly. “We held them off until the Prime was able to defeat the enemy but it took us very close indeed to the source of life.” He paused and seemed to be struggling with what to say. “Primus, our creator, our true creator, he spoke to me there. He spoke to all of my brothers. I cannot tell you what was said but we were given a charge. The reward for defending the Well once was the responsibility of defending it for all time after. But we are so very young…”
Predaking paused to gather himself and Jack glanced at Miko. That confession had clearly cost the Predacon quite a bit of his pride.
“There is so much for us to learn and I begged Primus to teach us. He told me that his words and teaching were already written in the
Agent Y's POV Chap. 2: The Apprehension
I spent my breakfast at the Mess hall where my RWBY teammates had joined together. Like before, my sister R was talking of her missions with Agents J and K. W and B intently listened to every word she had said. I was not paying attention to their conversation and thinking of what happened to Omega and Daisy few days ago. My Faunus friend noticed my stillness while eating.
" Y, are you with us?" B snapped her fingers to wake me up.
" Hey, still daydreaming?" W laughed.
" Sis, we're talking about the Squid guys had illegal weapons," R added. " What are you up to this time?"
" I'm still concerned with my other friends in the Champions." I answered and gave them an anxious look. " You saw what happened to Omega, right? Daisy's been in-shock in that apprehension. I really have to go and check her out if she's okay. I want to talk to her."
" Yeah," R said. " That was too sad, sis. You reminded of my fr
SWFA: Ord Mantell: Epilogue
There were four of Durga’s toughest thugs standing guard outside the warehouse when the sleek airspeeder dropped down out of the sky and landed in the street in front of the building. The driver, a slickly-dressed and well-armed Bothan male, got out and opened the passenger door. The Hutt’s Nagai telepath slid out of the speeder, all long limbs on a lean, elegant frame. Her deep black hair was in a stylish shoulder-length cut and her pale face was pretty, in a gaunt sort of way. Her attire was a mix of black, deep crimson and midnight purple, and the only weapon she carried was a traditional Tehk’la blade. Given that K’shai Vos could kill people with her mind, she didn’t need anything else.
K’shai made her way over to the entrance, glancing first up at the destroyed security holocamera and then at the melted edges of the doorway. She went inside to discover the bodies of Durga’s men still lying where they
SWFA: Ord Mantell: Chapter Five
Getting offworld was now more imperative than ever. Not only did Garadun have a price on his head, but he had this creepy Force-user, some sort of Dark Jedi, after him as well. Of the two, the bounty was the less disturbing. At least it was something he understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood it. Jorus Daal was an enigma.
Thanks to Rusty’s thorough research of Ord Mantell’s various starport datanets, they had learned that there was big tramp freighter scheduled to leave today. It was berthed not at Worlport’s main starport, but at one of the lesser facilities. It wasn’t carrying passengers, yet Garadun knew these kinds of freighters were normally willing to take on unscheduled cargo for the right price. Sometimes you didn’t even have to speak with the ship’s captain. Many crewmen were open to bribes and could hide a few people and their gear in the cargo hold. It wasn’t comfortable or fun, but it
Mass Effect/AEC- Watcher
He exhaled a long plume of cigarette smoke. He smoked because he predecessor smoked. He sat in the chair in an empty office because that was what he predecessor did. He read from data pads and watched information through a dozen holo displays because that was how he did it. He could have streamed the information through his neural network, Yet, inexplicably, he enjoyed to simulate his forebears affectations down to the attractive female assistant that brought him another data pad to read.
She handed him the data pad, "The report on Avernus station, sir."
"Thank you Caroline," he said. Caroline turned to leave, "Caroline, what is your assessment of the report."
Caroline stood in attention, "Your counterpart made several crucial errors."
"One, relying on batarian support. They are unreliable even in the best of times. Two, attempting to assassinate Commander Thompson-Ramos. Even if it had succeeded he has powerful friends that would have investigated his death and that would h
Mass Effect/AEC- Gehenna
Gehenna Desert, Libertas, Sphinx System, Argos Rho Cluster, Attican Traverse September 10, 2197
Miranda, Nyte and myself laid on our bellies atop an outcrop that overlooked the vast chalky expanse of the Gehenna Desert. It took seventy millions years to turn the caldera of a volcano the size of the western Mediterranean into a vast salty dead zone with temperatures at around sixty degrees Celsius. Luckily our hardsuits kept the heat and the salt at bay.
"So...married," said Nyte over the comm.
"Yes, married," deadpanned Miranda.
"I never expected The Viper to settle down," said Nyte
"The Viper?" I asked
"That was her nickname when we worked for Cerberus."
"Let me guess. It was because of her sharp and venomous tongue," I said.
"Yes and yes, commander."
"Excuse me?" asked Miranda.
"Well she has mellowed out a bit. She will only snap your head off you really earned it," I said.
"I'll have you know that-"
The Black Widow scope cut through the heat haze that shrouded the flat desert
All the World's a Stage - Part IVTitle: Mass Foundations: All the World's a Stage
Games and shows: Post-Fallout 3, Doctor Who (Series 9), pre-Soul Calibur V
Characters/pairing: Female!Lone Wanderer, 12th Doctor, Nightmare, Siegfried, ZWEI, Viola
Disclaimer: Since this is a crossover, Fallout belongs to Bethesda while Doctor Who belongs to BBC. Soul Calibur belongs to Bandi Namco.
The Stage of History
Transylvania. Like any other named European country, it had a dark and bloody history in part thanks to Vlad the Impaler. The terrain was flat, a valley floor between mountain ranges and thus perfect for invading armies. Not only did it go through a rebellion in this world’s time, but malfested hunts also plagued the region. Most of the victims in the hunt were never malfested.
The hunts drew support when it started years ago, but it quickly faded when Graf Dumas executed or framed anyone who questioned him. Despite the waning support, he held power over Hungary and the surrounding regions.
Mass Effect/AEC: Speakeasy
Bailey & Willingham Metal Works, 3rd Factory District, Capitol City of Progress, Libertas, Sphinx System, Argos Rho Cluster, Attican Traverse September 6, 2197
Our footsteps echoed through the abandoned factories. The moonlight from Libertas five small moons filtered through the broken glass panes above us. Broken robot arms lay dormant on both sides of the empty production line. The industrial decay clashed with Miranda's blue sequin dress and my silver trimmed black tux. But something was amiss.
"Not a single speck of dust," I said.
"I noticed. They probably employ maintenance drones to keep it that way," Miranda said.
I nodded, "Talking of which."
A blue spherical drone flew in our direction. It spoke after it scanned us, "Mrs. Lawson, Mr. Thompson-Ramos, please come this way."
We followed the drone to a cargo elevator at the back of the factory. The elevator took us down several levels underneath the factory floor. As the doors opened a mixture of dance music a
Story Concept - 'Starr'A sci-fi story that takes place far in the future. The main character comes from the past or from another planet to find the Earth's population surprisingly low. The humans remaining are peaceful and enlightened, explaining that with the past threat of a meteor striking Earth and destroying everything, the rich and corrupt fled to extraterrestrial bases on Mars and other surrounding planets. Those who remained either killed each other off or cast away their materialistic tendencies to live more meaningful lives in the final days of Earth. The meteor continues to draw near, but they no longer fear the inevitable but embrace this as an important change for the planet and the Universe.
Characters have names based on nature but spelled in odd ways - Sonn, Mūnn, Starr, Skye
N01 I’ve got a story for you guys. And I know you’re not going to believe me. It’s been thirty years since it happened, and I still barely believe it myself. You’re all familiar with the trope of the “haunted” video game, one that puts a curse on the player or one that doesn’t function quite like it’s supposed to or has some weird, twisted back story to it. We’ve all heard of the murderous Otto and the infamous goings-on with Polybius. But the kind of haunted game I’m referring to in my story has little to do with the actual game itself and more to do with the cabinet it came in.
I grew up in the late seventies and early eighties, a time when kids’ allowances were converted into quarters to spend at arcades on the weekends. And we had a fine one in my town. A middle-aged guy named Eric ran it, and he was okay. He’d let us kids fight over cabinets and w
The lessons of fanfiction so farI experiment with web content constantly as part of my work. I start new sites and fill them with content just to see how people react. That's what my post on the Bioware forums was, what this site I started originally was. Both surprised me with the audience reaction.
I've been learning a lot from these fanfic experiences. Here's what I've got so far:
1) Quality does not necessarily mean more hits/popularity; in fact, it seems like the lower the quality and more populist the topic, the higher the hits. However, the popularity is only temporary.
2) Regular updates (not necessarily fast updates) will bring more repeat visitors, even on a less populist story
3) Popularity and level of engagement (e.g. comments and follows) do not go hand-in-hand
4) Irregular reviews tend to be more helpful than gushing reviews for every chapter, but the latter bring more overall
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