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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
The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2 by sincebecomeswhy
Staccato bursts echoed among crumbling brick walls, then faded to silence.
"Freaking neurots," he grumbled.
"...a small band of renegades escaped the quarantine area this morning and managed to make it into the Buffer Zone. They carried ancient projectile weapons, but were quickly apprehended before they could enter the city. No citizens of Shore were harmed..."
With a sideways finger flick, Torbin muted the holographic projection hanging just in front of him. There was a light pressure against the finger, as if pushing a lever.
He continued to monitor a dozen news channels nearly simultaneously, periodically changing the volumes, or pausing some to concentrate on others. The movements of his hands and fingers were merely a blur. He felt vibrations, textures. Images coalesced, to be stored...somewhere. There was little distinction between mind and global library.
A pulsing hum in his ear indi
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
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: Chapter 9 Capturing Fire
" Tensions and threats heightened in the cities of Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and Atlas are being bombarded and attacked by the enhanced huntsmen which they create a series of black-outs, few number of casualties, and sudden forest fires. The authorities are strengthening their security measures and investigating the mysterious strange incidents. This is Lisa Lavender, reporting.."
" The terror attacks in Brussels, Belgium continues as the casualties begin to rise. According to the police, the Inhumans are responsible for these threats. The Interpol helps the further investigation of the 'Inhuman Uprising'."
" It was only a matter of time before this happened. We can no longer pretend like the Inhuman threat doesn't exist. Each and every one of them is a lethal weapon and now those weapons are aimed directly at us. Make no mistake; this is an act of war. Unless we take a stand and fight back now while we can
Agent Y's POV Chapter 8: More Truths
It was morning when P took his breakfast on his desk at the MIB headquarters and worked at the same time. Watching at his monitor, He focused his attention on the video which I had taken yesterday. From Doom's testimony, he studied every word he mentioned when Cooper asked the metal-man in that scene. P repeated that same dialogue which he kept on thinking about it. He seemed too doubtful at the KNIGHT agent's answers in the trial. He needed more information to search for that truth he wanted to unveil.
Then, he turned to his other holographic screens and did an air swipe with his fingers. He was thoroughly reading, browsing, and studying Omega's records in the MIB. Holding and drinking his cup of coffee, he instantly stood up and took a hard copy file from his friend. He went through as he carefully read every page. As I entered the room, he sat down on his chair and seemed puzzled at the supposed evidences he gathered.
" Sir, h
STC: Reservoir Targs: Chapter 6
Klingon High Council Chamber, Qo’noS
June 12, 2270
There are several good ways of describing the Klingon High Council Chamber: poorly-lit, smelly, in need of a clean, ancient, imposing, intimidating. From his high-backed chair in the middle of the Chamber, Chancellor Sturka kept his elbow on the chair’s armrest and his chin on his fist while he listened to the assorted Councillors argue with each other and try to place blame. A fitting word for today would be noisy.
An emergency meeting of the Klingon High Council had been called after word had come about their most notorious prison: Rura Penthe had been attacked! The B’Nath, a military transport on its scheduled trip to haul in the latest batch of criminals and traitors, had upon its arrival received no response to its hail. The ship scanned the detention centre and discovered the protective magnetic shield was gone. So was the shield emitter and the reactor that powered it. Furth
Agent Y's POV Chapter 7: SHIELD Infiltration
Opening the door and turning on the lights, a lonely girl walked up to the mirror behind the bathroom sink. She saw her own reflection as she sighed and began combing her blonde hair. After fixing her golden yellow locks, she carefully opened the faucet sink, washed her face and glared at her own reflection.
" Lady Bathrooms are nice, I hate going to bathroom in Limbo! Besides, I don't like those demons watching me." she mentioned to herself and took a face towel to wipe her face. Magik or Ilyana was used to few others wanting to hang out with her as a demonic sorceress. So, she developed weird habits to cope by talking to herself when ever she felt uneasy, and that incident still had her on edge as she worried that Knight Agents might attack her next.
" Tell me about, they give you no privacy all; Stupid demons!" the voice from nowhere came in front of her as she got surprise
A New Day - Chapter ThreeTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: Pre-Mass Effect 1
Characters/pairing: Original characters
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Chapter Three: The Little Things
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
The spring air was fresh after a day’s worth of April showers. The sun showed itself through the parting clouds, revealing the sky above. Long grass swayed and parted in the wind, the drops of water falling off each blade.
It was a special day for Eric, and he wasn’t alone in the park.
It had been less than a week since his father had returned from his recent tour in Afghanistan. While his job as an intelligence analyst kept him safe from the combat zone, the whole family was still glad to see him alive and well. On the surface, Tomas Grimes looked pretty much the same before he went to Afghanistan. He was a pale, middle-aged man of medium height, clean shaven with short, dark hair. His eyes were hazel, rimmed by
ANN News: Ancient Song Awes Audiences
From: Alliance News Entertainment Desk
September 10, 2197
Ancient Song Awes Audiences
By Joan Calder
TAYSERI WARD,THE CITADEL- The asari singer Jiala Janios powerful performance of a recently translated song from the Lengk archives found in the Ybarra Cluster (see New Pre-Prothean Culture Discovered) brought the assembled audience to their feet. The 50,000 strong audience gave the performance a five minute standing ovation. The Larathos Intuition children choir joined Janios in the audio visual performance that included holographic imagery extracted from the archives. The story of the Lengk unfolded through the recreation of the journey of an ancient solar barge as it flew past the former civilization's home worlds. The audience saw images of places, peoples and species extinct for over 400,000 years standard.
Jiala Janios will join Immu, the Lengk synthetic found in the ruins, in a tour across Citadel space.
A New Day - Chapter TwoTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: Pre-Mass Effect 1
Characters/pairing: Original characters
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Chapter Two – I’ll Carry You Home Tonight
Location: The Citadel
Total Length (Open): 44.7km
Diameter (Open): 12.8km
Population: 13.2 million (not including keepers)
Gross Weight: 7.11 billion metric tons
It had been days since Eric arrived at the Citadel and into a new universe. Though to be more precise, a few Earth days. Time worked somewhat differently on the Citadel, using a form of the Decimal Time system. There were 20 hours in a day, a hundred minutes in an hour, and a hundred seconds in a minute. That was before dividing the number of seconds by half. The total amount of Earth seconds was an additional 13,600, which was about four hours.
With his current state of mind, it was pretty difficult for Eric to get off the Citadel. The lack of research regarding multiple universes d
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
Race ExamShe let out what could be interpreted as a sigh of exasperated tension as she waited. Her form resting uncomfortably on the bench contoured gradually into the wall. The corridor was unadorned; the metal tube shone a soothing shade of grey. The only indication it was not some dead ended passage, was the small black sign with white letters embossed into it’s surface. “Evaluation Room” it read in an informatory crisp script.
She didn’t need to wait, each observer had an appointment, measured with painstaking precision; though had always been one to air on the side of caution. Besides, she had gone over the dossier thirty seven times since the summons came down. The only thing left to do was wait in the empty corridor, alone.
She plucked the cool, transparent pad from the seat beside her, reassuring herself it was there. The feel of the device was soothing, not because of it’s glassy texture, but because of what the modest hardware contained. The p
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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