![]() "Do we know anything about the next guardian?" Tawtchee asked. "The baskets of fruit have been put in cold storage." "The next guardian must be approached with the gift from the previous guardian," Hrekkel was saying. It lit up and he exhaled blue smoke into the holotank, making it flicker for a moment. ![]() Several of the Way of the Means agents shuffled in annoyance and outrage as he pulled one out of the conical pack and puffed on it while he put the pack away. She could see the BobCo logo on the side from where she was standing. Now, Tawtchee dug in his breast pocket, pulling out a pack of self-lighting Treana'ad smoke sticks. He had carried her through a "Dommy" ambush, then led her to the Massive Active Operations Base so that she could load him onto a ship and bring him to whomever had requested him. She had first heard of him as Rifleman Second Class Tawtchee-9912743. The Way of the Means referred to him as Male-9912743. Next to Hrekkel, staring at the table, was the slightly scruffy looking male she had escorted from the front lines of a contested world to this ship. The female had set aside the customary pistol and stun baton that most enforcers carried and was carrying a heavy, blocky magnetic acceleration submachinegun. A female Way of the Means Enforcer that stood two heads taller than the tallest female in the room, with heavy muscle and softly glowing green cybereyes. ![]() Behind him stood the largest Dra.Falten Strechen had ever seen. His body was thicker and he had scars on his face. ![]() One, Senior Experimenter Hrekkel, was larger than most males by at least a head. Where the others hand their hands clasped in front of them and were standing at a rigid posture with their heads tilted up slightly, Strechen was leaning against the wall, hands in her pockets, head lowered to watch the two males at the table. ‘Ware the new screams, for it means the Black Fleet has gained another blasphemous and twisted ship.Ī new captain has been brought into the fold, to bring rack and ruin to the enemies of the Confederacy.Ĭatch These Catching Hands, Sucker arrives with a new scream…ĭEATH METAL IS HERE! - Excerpt from: Be Not Afraid: A History of Arrival Announcements, Author: Mantid Professor Shares Knowledge to the Uninformed, Post nth Mar-gite Warįield Captain Strechen, Means of the Way Intelligence Direct Action Services, stood by the wall with the other Means of the Way enforcers. It is the new screams that make the races of the Confederacy shudder and close their eyes. It is the new screams that truly bring fear and despair, even to the Confederacy and its allies. Enraged Phillip arrives to battle with a command: LET THIS WORLD SHAKE IN THE RAGE OF LOST TERRASOL! Warfather Vuxten, in the short time he answered the prayers before setting aside the mantle, roars at the enemy NO MORE PODLING BLOOD! Bellona the Grave-Bound Beauty, Legion of the Fleet of One, Menhit the Singer, Green Thomas, all announce their arrival one way or another.īut the ones heard before, that live on in memories of ancient pasts, while chilling and mind-breaking, are just that: heard before. The Immortals, the biological apostles of the Digital Omnimessiah, both second and first, arrive with chilling battle cries. The legendary dread vessels of the Dark Crusade of Light, from the Steamboat Willy, to the Missouri, to the Bismarck, Hood and Kaga, announce their names upon arrival. ![]() The Black Fleet relays the declaration of the Eye of Gorthaur, THERE IS NO LIFE IN THE VOID. HEAVY METAL IS HERE! brings life back to those who give in, gives hope to those who thought all was lost, inspire the victims of the enemy’s scream to rebellion and defiance.īut there is more that lurks in the dark. Races of the Confederacy may wince or stagger at an announcement loud enough, but they will not yield, will not give up as easily as the enemy always expects them to. The Confederacy, and especially Terrans, raise their arms, blade-arms and wings to these invaders and scream back in their faces DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!, EAT A DICK!, or COME AND GET SOME!. They inspire terror and despair in all who hear them. Other participants to past wars have announcements of their own, from the arrogant, sibilant you belong to us of the Atrekna, self proclaimed Lords of Time, to the psyche shattering scream of THERE IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE of the Precursor Autonomous War Machines, to the violent declaration ALL BELONGS TO THE HIVE of the ancient Mantid, these announcements are warnings, weapons, and declarations of intent. HEAVY METAL IS HERE announces the arrival of the might of the Confederacy. ![]()
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