A fridge floats around admitting a signal....Nothing odd here....
A dark, malevolent portal opens up in front of it, with purple and black colors. Thin, wispy tendrils float out of it, with a few thicker, more opaque tendrils following it. The tendrils gently brush against the fridge, with a chilling caress.
The fridge is intrigued and rockets into the portal.
A dark, malevolent portal opens up in front of it, with purple and black colors. Thin, wispy tendrils float out of it, with a few thicker, more opaque tendrils following it. The tendrils gently brush against the fridge, with a chilling caress.
The fridge is intrigued and rockets into the portal.
The caresses of the tentacle gently dissuade it from moving into the portal, tracing any designs on the fridge.
The caresses become more brutal, gripping harshly and denting the metals of the fridge. The portal grows an eye inside it, with a diamond pupil, and a dark, nefarious laugh echoes from it. The tendrils violently attack the fridge.
The fridge is intrigued and rockets into the portal.
The caresses of the tentacle gently dissuade it from moving into the portal, tracing any designs on the fridge.
The caresses become more brutal, gripping harshly and denting the metals of the fridge. The portal grows an eye inside it, with a diamond pupil, and a dark, nefarious laugh echoes from it. The tendrils violently attack the fridge.
Alrighty...Space is weird.
Protosteel for the win. The Fridge fires Epsilon blasts rapid speed.
The caresses of the tentacle gently dissuade it from moving into the portal, tracing any designs on the fridge.
The caresses become more brutal, gripping harshly and denting the metals of the fridge. The portal grows an eye inside it, with a diamond pupil, and a dark, nefarious laugh echoes from it. The tendrils violently attack the fridge.
Alrighty...Space is weird.
Protosteel for the win. The Fridge fires Epsilon blasts rapid speed.
It still dents it, albeit to a lesser extent than it would've before.
The tendrils do not move, but a giggle is heard, the giggle of a child. "Daddy, stop playing with him. Let Mommy do her job." The childish voice intones, the eye's pupil turning into a slit.
"Fine." The deeper voice echoes.
The tendrils suddenly bring in the Fridge inside the portal quickly at impossible speeds.
Protosteel for the win. The Fridge fires Epsilon blasts rapid speed.
It still dents it, albeit to a lesser extent than it would've before.
The tendrils do not move, but a giggle is heard, the giggle of a child. "Daddy, stop playing with him. Let Mommy do her job." The childish voice intones, the eye's pupil turning into a slit.
"Fine." The deeper voice echoes.
The tendrils suddenly bring in the Fridge inside the portal quickly at impossible speeds.
It still dents it, albeit to a lesser extent than it would've before.
The tendrils do not move, but a giggle is heard, the giggle of a child. "Daddy, stop playing with him. Let Mommy do her job." The childish voice intones, the eye's pupil turning into a slit.
"Fine." The deeper voice echoes.
The tendrils suddenly bring in the Fridge inside the portal quickly at impossible speeds.
Over a thousand phantokshi silently invaded orbit in search of debris from Nuhkal's old space station, and frozen chunks of Energized Protodermis.
Seeing as that space station smashed down into Atero there shouldn't be a lot.
If the ENTIRE (size of Metru-Nui) space station hit Atero-Nui, more then a city would have been destroyed.That's why, at the time, I made sure to leave much as possible behind. Nonetheless, most of the station was indeed ripped to shreds in the attack. Those shreds are what the rahkshi are gathering.
Seeing as that space station smashed down into Atero there shouldn't be a lot.
If the ENTIRE (size of Metru-Nui) space station hit Atero-Nui, more then a city would have been destroyed.That's why, at the time, I made sure to leave much as possible behind. Nonetheless, most of the station was indeed ripped to shreds in the attack. Those shreds are what the rahkshi are gathering.
With the pieces of shrapnel gathered, the Phantokshi trailed them behind with magnetism, using them to more efficiently collect frozen EP dust.
If the ENTIRE (size of Metru-Nui) space station hit Atero-Nui, more then a city would have been destroyed.That's why, at the time, I made sure to leave much as possible behind. Nonetheless, most of the station was indeed ripped to shreds in the attack. Those shreds are what the rahkshi are gathering.
With the pieces of shrapnel gathered, the Phantokshi trailed them behind with magnetism, using them to more efficiently collect frozen EP dust.
For a very short moment, a portal opens. A projectile hurtles out at immense speed, and the portal slams shut. The shell is not aimed at anything in particular. It seems to be just a test.
For a very short moment, a portal opens. A projectile hurtles out at immense speed, and the portal slams shut. The shell is not aimed at anything in particular. It seems to be just a test.
For a very short moment, a portal opens. A projectile hurtles out at immense speed, and the portal slams shut. The shell is not aimed at anything in particular. It seems to be just a test.
Nuvordak 1 used investigate!
Behold, for it is a cylinder of metal, 60 feet by ten feet, with a sharpened cone affixed to one end. The metal is unblemished, and no blemishes are on the metal. Neither are any blemishes floating around the metal, or in a fixed locaton relative to the metal. Nor are there blemishes orbiting the metal, for no blemishes related to the metal exist and the metal is unblemished.
Behold, for it is a cylinder of metal, 60 feet by ten feet, with a sharpened cone affixed to one end. The metal is unblemished, and no blemishes are on the metal. Neither are any blemishes floating around the metal, or in a fixed locaton relative to the metal. Nor are there blemishes orbiting the metal, for no blemishes related to the metal exist and the metal is unblemished.
Behold, for it is a cylinder of metal, 60 feet by ten feet, with a sharpened cone affixed to one end. The metal is unblemished, and no blemishes are on the metal. Neither are any blemishes floating around the metal, or in a fixed locaton relative to the metal. Nor are there blemishes orbiting the metal, for no blemishes related to the metal exist and the metal is unblemished.
Wow, dat ting is small.
Does it have any blemishes on the inside?
The inside lacks blemishes for a distance of ten feet in, after which there is a large blemish consisting mainly of explosives. This blemish lacks metal, and metal is not in the blemish.
The inside lacks blemishes for a distance of ten feet in, after which there is a large blemish consisting mainly of explosives. This blemish lacks metal, and metal is not in the blemish.
The Nuvordak pinched it between its two fingers with enough force to crush a Metru, but the item was too small. Krakarda's first Mana-Ko was just trying to get a feel for the object.
The inside lacks blemishes for a distance of ten feet in, after which there is a large blemish consisting mainly of explosives. This blemish lacks metal, and metal is not in the blemish.
The Nuvordak pinched it between its two fingers with enough force to crush a Metru, but the item was too small. Krakarda's first Mana-Ko was just trying to get a feel for the object.
It's a bullet. Rather large for a bullet, and yet so relatively tiny. The careful pinch does not detonate it, though it's high velocity may let it slip from the nuvordak's fingers.
The Nuvordak pinched it between its two fingers with enough force to crush a Metru, but the item was too small. Krakarda's first Mana-Ko was just trying to get a feel for the object.
It's a bullet. Rather large for a bullet, and yet so relatively tiny. The careful pinch does not detonate it, though it's high velocity may let it slip from the nuvordak's fingers.