The second Rikti invasion had transpired with little warning. Newly prepped heroes of the city knew not of what the skies had reaped that morning. Everyone was well aware of the remnants of the last war, there numbers dwindled evermore slightly with each passing day. With all of our knowledge, we did not predict another invasion. We ignorantly assumed that these creatures from the bowels of space had senselessly given up, finding it most futile to go against such a large force here on Earth. Since the final attack years ago, we had let our guard down. In our rush to rebuild Paragon to its former glory, survivors of the battle sent out a signal to their brethren across the universe. They told of how we were mortally weakened as a military force, and that soon another assault will be staged to finish us for good.
And we were totally oblivious.
When the faithful moment arrived, I could practically hear the low roar of hundreds of voices crying out in despair. Our heroes totally unprepared, the Rikti easily took hold of a rather large outpost inside the city. They set up pylons, which transferred energy back into a portion of their main vessel. Many brave legions of heroes took up the offensive, desperately attempting to rid of the pulsating structures. We had believed that whatever it was the Rikti were preparing, the pylons were their only was of accomplishing it. Unfortunately, only a handful of our fighters were experienced, the rest recently qualified recruits. They knew not the travesty of war. The sacrifice involved. Among the fallen, my father took his place. I was told that he had gone valiantly, as he would have wanted. He had been a member of the Freedom Phalanx, our cities highest supergroup of the time. Till this day all I have of him are photos of himself and his best friend, a fellow Phalanx member by the name of Positron.
But I can get into all that later- I have more important things to tell you. As I was saying, they were relentless against the pylons. However even with our combined forces, we were unable to attain a full victory. The thing the Rikti had been storing energy for was, in a way, a weapon. Unlike what most believed at the time, it was not one of direct destruction. Its uses were, in my opinion, much more devastating. You see, the pylons were not only gathering distilled power from the minerals in the ground, but from a pipeline. This pipeline was connected with the Terra Volta reactor- a nuclear core that up until this point had always been under attack by average villain organizations. Teams of superheroes were constantly sent to bring the attacks under control, but when the heroes would return, they would come back with their genetic makeup severely altered. Any powers they previously possessed would be changed dramatically, or strangely enough, changed completely.
At this point, it still wasn't obvious as to what the Rikti were planning to do with this unstable energy, but we did not need to wait long to find out. On the twentieth day of the war, they made the weapon known. Fully operational, it had risen from a gaping chamber at the top of the vessel. The constant battles in the warzone had ceased. All gazed upon the lumbering mechanized device. After a few moments, the device opened to reveal a glowing green core, one closely resembling the one from Terra Volta. However this core was at least fifty times its size, and the heat that pulsed from it could be felt from miles away. In a effort to protect themselves from the inevitable, the superheroes made one final attack on the extraterrestrial nuclear weapon.
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The previous was the beggining of what I hope becomes a successful story based on my newest alt, Chronosome. The basis of the story will take place in Paragon City in the not-so-distant future, when the outcome of the newest Rikti invasion goes horribly wrong.
I do hope you enjoy this first, yet short, installment. I would ask that if you would like to hear more, simply post below and I will happily continue the story. While I do enjoy writing these, I find that I usually know that I am not the only one being entertained.
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it's nifty, except the Rikti aren't extraterrestrial, they're Extradimensional.
Hero Chronicles
Chapter One
We Are Powerless
The second Rikti invasion had transpired with little warning. Newly prepped heroes of the city knew not of what the skies had reaped that morning. Everyone was well aware of the remnants of the last war, there numbers dwindled evermore slightly with each passing day. With all of our knowledge, we did not predict another invasion. We ignorantly assumed that these creatures from the bowels of space had senselessly given up, finding it most futile to go against such a large force here on Earth. Since the final attack years ago, we had let our guard down. In our rush to rebuild Paragon to its former glory, survivors of the battle sent out a signal to their brethren across the universe. They told of how we were mortally weakened as a military force, and that soon another assault will be staged to finish us for good.
And we were totally oblivious.
When the faithful moment arrived, I could practically hear the low roar of hundreds of voices crying out in despair. Our heroes totally unprepared, the Rikti easily took hold of a rather large outpost inside the city. They set up pylons, which transferred energy back into a portion of their main vessel. Many brave legions of heroes took up the offensive, desperately attempting to rid of the pulsating structures. We had believed that whatever it was the Rikti were preparing, the pylons were their only was of accomplishing it. Unfortunately, only a handful of our fighters were experienced, the rest recently qualified recruits. They knew not the travesty of war. The sacrifice involved. Among the fallen, my father took his place. I was told that he had gone valiantly, as he would have wanted. He had been a member of the Freedom Phalanx, our cities highest supergroup of the time. Till this day all I have of him are photos of himself and his best friend, a fellow Phalanx member by the name of Positron.
But I can get into all that later- I have more important things to tell you. As I was saying, they were relentless against the pylons. However even with our combined forces, we were unable to attain a full victory. The thing the Rikti had been storing energy for was, in a way, a weapon. Unlike what most believed at the time, it was not one of direct destruction. Its uses were, in my opinion, much more devastating. You see, the pylons were not only gathering distilled power from the minerals in the ground, but from a pipeline. This pipeline was connected with the Terra Volta reactor- a nuclear core that up until this point had always been under attack by average villain organizations. Teams of superheroes were constantly sent to bring the attacks under control, but when the heroes would return, they would come back with their genetic makeup severely altered. Any powers they previously possessed would be changed dramatically, or strangely enough, changed completely.
At this point, it still wasn't obvious as to what the Rikti were planning to do with this unstable energy, but we did not need to wait long to find out. On the twentieth day of the war, they made the weapon known. Fully operational, it had risen from a gaping chamber at the top of the vessel. The constant battles in the warzone had ceased. All gazed upon the lumbering mechanized device. After a few moments, the device opened to reveal a glowing green core, one closely resembling the one from Terra Volta. However this core was at least fifty times its size, and the heat that pulsed from it could be felt from miles away. In a effort to protect themselves from the inevitable, the superheroes made one final attack on the extraterrestrial nuclear weapon.
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The previous was the beggining of what I hope becomes a successful story based on my newest alt, Chronosome. The basis of the story will take place in Paragon City in the not-so-distant future, when the outcome of the newest Rikti invasion goes horribly wrong.
I do hope you enjoy this first, yet short, installment. I would ask that if you would like to hear more, simply post below and I will happily continue the story. While I do enjoy writing these, I find that I usually know that I am not the only one being entertained.