The Benemar swarmed across Terra almost
completely unchecked, their sheer numbers and the suddenness of their
attack meant the Humans were unprepared for such and assault and even
though their orbital defence platforms reaped a bloody toll on their
attackers the Benemar overwhelmed them. Still the Humans fought,
determined to make the Benemar pay in blood for every inch of Terran
soil they took and for every Human they killed the Benemar would
loose a hundred of their warriors.
The Benemar focused their assault on
the heavily populated area with little military presence, the
bombardment form space alone killed millions before they even began
landing their warriors to begin culling the population. But as the
attack went on the Humans were able to mobilize more of their assets
and the Benemar’s advance began to slow. But they were still heavily
outnumbered and out gunned, stalling is all the Human generals could
High Chieftain Veetop sat upon his
throne overlooking the planet below and watched it burn, it was as he
thought, the Humans were weak and they ran from his armies and
screamed as they were slaughtered. He wished he was down there but he
had lost the bought with High Chieftain Beeqol so he was resigned to
command the fleet.
The now slave Goolack was chained to
his throne naked and forced to watch as his own warriors were now
under the command of his rivals, his entire clan had been disgraced
and disbanded but still he kept up the pretence that this will end
badly for the Benemar.
“I wonder what Human slaves are like?
I look forward to beating them into submission” High Chieftain
Veetop said to himself, so far no Humans had been captured but there
was still time, they had a number of outlining worlds and there were
still billions left on their homeworld.
“They will not submit” Goolack
“Silence! You lost your right to ever
speak again” he shouted hitting him.
“I shall show you how Benemar live,
we do not let other races oppose us us, we conquer them!”
General Patton command the Terran
defence force from an underground bunker hidden in the Antarctic,
here he had access to the entire planets forces and his commanders
and the picture was looking bleak at first look. But he had a plan
and soon enough all the pieces would be in place, all that was needed
was his reinforcements. He just hoped they would get there in time.
Outside the solar system the 8th
army arrived and joined the task force that was gathering just
outside of scanning range. Admiral Winston had wanted to attack the
moment he arrived but General Patton had told him to wait, his
captains were also getting impatient as the longer they waited to
more people died.
“Are we really just going to wait
here sir” Captain Clerk asked.
“Those are our orders, general Patton
has superiority as he is the acting supreme commander and has some
sort of plan in place” The Admiral replied and his tone betrayed
that he did not like waiting either.
“But the longer we wait the more
innocent people are dying!” Captain Kiev objected his thick Russian
accent putting heavy meaning on his words.
“Do we at least know the situation on
the ground sir?” Captain Williams asked polity.
“We know is the Benemar have landed
close to 12 million troops but the figure may be more-”
“12 million!! There was only a
fraction of the defence force on the planet” Kieve interrupted.
“Yes Captain and I would prefer if
you did not interrupt me again” Admiral Winston said getting to his
“It’s all right, I understand your
frustration but as I was saying because of the large number of enemy
troops our forces have fallen back to more defensible positions but
we have strongholds on all major continents”
The captains all fell silent, they had
no choice but to wait and have faith in their comrades on Terra to
hold the line.
General Patton held on tight as another
bomb landed on the surface above, somehow the Benemar had found his
bunker and were trying to dig him out, the intent was to cut off the
head and body will die.
“Put me through to the enemy fleet, I
think it’s we had a chat”
“Yes General” answered a com
operator and he gave the thumbs up when the connection was made.
“This is General Abraham Patton of
the Terran defence force”
The main monitor then shifted to show
the bridge of the Benemar flagship, it was a dark and horrid place
but sitting in his throne was the Benemar High Chieftain Veetop
looking very pleased with himself.
“Ah General have you reconsidered my
offer for your surrender?” he growled grinning all across his face.
“Actually I was going to ask if you
wanted to surrender” he countered as another bomb hit.
High Chieftain Veetop gave a throaty
laugh that almost sounded like he was going to choke and spat on the
Benemar chained to his throne.
“Me? Surrender? Have you gone mad
with fear Human”
“You really don’t understand us at
all do you?”
“I understand enough that your kind
are weak and cowards, your world burns before me, your people are
being enslaved and if you think I am going to surrender then you are
General Patton smiled “I guess then
that your answer is no?”
“Good” Patton cut the link and was
put through to Admiral Winston.
“Admiral, you may begin your attack
now, we are ready”
Patton smiled at his friends eagerness
to get into the fighting and turned to his operators. “Are all
“Yes General, all platforms are
powered and awaiting your order”
“Good, deploy the orbital guns and
order the counter attack”
All across the planet the Humans
suddenly stopped retreating and turned and fought back with every
ounce of strength they could, all Benemar fronts began to encounter
series resistance and could no longer advance. This sudden change In
the Humans manner caught them of guard and many began falling back.
But that was not all, underground and hidden from both scanners and
prying eyes were huge bases, the ground parted to allow a cannon the
size of a skyscraper to emerge and point up at the Benemar fleet
above the planet.
“European gun ready”
“Mediterranean gun ready”
“Middle eastern gun ready”
“West and eastern Russian guns ready”
“Asian guns ready”
“Pacific guns ready”
“North and south American guns ready”
“African guns ready”
“All guns are deployed and ready to
General Patton gave a toothy smile as
he imagined the Benemar’s faces at the sudden appearance of these
weapons, they had no idea what was coming. He gave a single order.
The guns recoil was massive but was
built to withstand it, but the earth around it was kicked up and sent
anything close by flying as the immense power created it’s own shock
wave. They were fast to reload too and could fire a single shell
every ten seconds.
“High Chief we are detecting in
coming fore from the surface”
“Impossible, no gun has the power to
fire from the surface of a planet”
Just as he finished speaking one of the
shells struck his ship, it was only a glancing hit but it destroyed a
third of their port side guns, but the shell did not stop it
continued on and struck and destroyed a cruiser that was close by the
The entire Benemar fleet came under
fire, with thousands of ships in orbit it was impossible for the
Humans to miss even if they tried, the Benemar captains panicked and
tried to avoid this incoming fire but in the confusion they collided
with each other.
“High Chieftain, we are being torn to
shreds we must withdraw”
“I told you this was going to happen”
Goolack laughed and was quickly shot by the High Chieftain.
“Pull the fleet back out of range!”
“More ships have appeared behind us!”
“Who’s!!!” he demanded to know as
if he did not already know.
“Its the Humans”
The Benemar sensor operator did not
“I asked you how many?!”
The operator slowly turned “2064”
High Chieftain Veetop froze, that was
almost the number of fleets in the entire Benemar fleet, and he only
had half it under his command. “Get me High Chieftain Beeqol!”
“I can’t he’s dead, all of our forces
are being overrun or are in retreat order is breaking down”
Veetop screamed in frustration.
Admiral Winston stood on his bridge
watching the main monitor and the Benemar fleet desperately trying to
get out of range of the orbital guns, he grinned as he saw what
Patton was planning. The catch them between a rock and hard place.
“All ships, target the Benemar forces
and engage on my command”
He quickly got his confirmations from
“2nd army fleet The Barons
“8th army fleet The Desert
“9th army fleet The
Heavens Wrath ready”
In total there were 12 fleets in this
task force under Admiral Winston and like Patton he gave one order.
If the fire from the planet was
considered bad the fore from the fleet was catastrophic, the two
points of fore tore the Benemar ships apart, those that were not
destroyed by the opening barrage tried to make a run for it past the
Human fleet. They too were shredded under multiple broadsides and
their escape pods destroyed, there were to be no survivors.
The battle engagement last only a few
scant hours but int hat time, close to 50 million Benemar were
dead…none had been able to escape and no word got back to heir home
world of what had happened.
“Your timing is excellent as always
Admiral” Patton congratulated.
“As is your planning, well done”
“So I guess your men will need some
“Oh no, we have been attacked and
this is a declaration of war” Admiral Winston grinned,
“To the Benemar homeworld then?”
General Patton said.
“To the Benemar homeworld”
Bento Prime satellites detected
incoming ships and rejoiced at the returning of their fleet, they
prepared to welcome home their conquering hero’s
So I just finished DA:I on the PS4 (It took me about 2 years to come up
with the money and I’d made the regretful mistake of buying DA:I on PS3)
and I can’t believe what a different game it is compared to what I was
used to on the PS3. It really made me realise just how much extra stuff -
the little things, like battle dialogue and extra NPC’s wandering
around - was removed from the PS3 version just to get it to run. I don’t
know about any other PS3 players, but my game still ran like crap and
froze all the time. I mean I didn’t even realise that there was a crowd
assembled outside the door when the Herald first wakes up after Wrath of
Heaven until I played it on PS4. And I had no idea that I had been
missing out on battle dialogue, or that the rocks surrounding that first
Pride Demon battle actually lit up green over time. And WOW is the game
immersive when you play it with headphones - I’m actually a little
jealous of PC players at what I’ve been missing out on throughout the
Mass Effect and Dragon Age franchise. All that considered, I am happy to
say that I have my DA:I Platinum trophy on PS4!
I dunno, I just feel like, if there is a Christian heaven, it will be easier to explain why you accidently helped people who could have helped themselves, rather than explain why you didn’t help people who couldnt.
I’ve successfully avoided major spoilers for Trespasser so far, except for one but it’s alright because I kind of found it inevitable and it was already my headcanon for my inquisitor anyways so thats fine anyway it’s the (seriously stop reading if you are avoiding all spoilers for Trespasser) fact that the Inquisitor loses their arm. And I’m losing my shit about it. In a good way. In an excellent way. In the best possible way.
Prosthetics, you guys. So many different kinds of prosthetics.
Mages with runes etched in to their hands, with focusing crystals embedded in to knuckles, with veins of lyrium literally at their fingertips.
Knight Enchanters whose Spirit Hilt is built directly in to their prosthetic. Who trained for hours and hours under the mantra of This blade is an extension of you. It is part of your body. It is part of your soul. Knight Enchanters who can now embrace that truth more literally, who modify their Spirit Hilt so that it runs the length of their prosthetic. So that the magic can come sweeping out in different shapes or forms–a slash of light running alongside their arm, a burst of energy in the form of a repelling shield, or the original swath of magic like a sword sprouting from their body.
Rift Mages who create a prosthetic of their own out of latent sympathetic magic. The powers of the Fade still whisper to them, still catch around their arm where flesh used to be in swirls and eddies, trying to embody what once was there, what memory still holds in fine detail. Rift Mages who have temporary prosthetics made out of condensed magic. Who cast Stone Fist quite literally now as their formed hand goes rocketing forward. Rift Mages who can curry the favor of small wisps and delicate spirits that will hover around their arm and perhaps hold a thing or two until it is needed.
Necromancers who stride in to battle and capture the spirit of fallen enemies in order to create an ethereal prosthetic that’s faster and stronger than any human hand. Raising the dead to guard their left flank because they are not so readily able to defend it now. Necromancers who know exactly what a raised corpse is capable of depending on its state of decay, on what it still has, on what it is missing–and who know exactly how much they are still capable of.
Rogues with weapons built in to their forearms. Crossbows easily winched and fired. Static hands that can hold a bow steady.
Artificers who well know how to make, and maintain an articulated prosthetic–just as delicate as any one of their carefully spun traps. Artificers who embed their prosthetics with traps, who make little compartments full of dangerous things. Rogues who rig their prosthetics as a last resort, leaving it behind to explode and rain hell on unsuspecting enemies.
Assassins who hide deadly poisons in the spiked fingertips of their prosthetics. Who store terrible venoms in small vials carefully slotted in to the thing. Assassins who use the fact that their enemies will underestimate the false hand–see it as a weakness and a liability. Assassins who play that to their advantage, use it to strike when it’s least expected. Assassins with retractible blades hidden in the wrist in such a way that would make Ezio envious.
Tempest rogues who coat their arrows with concoctions embedded in their arms. Who can release compressed smoke from hidden compartments. Fast. Chaotic. Pulling one alchemical mystery after the next out of thin air, rigging their prosthetics like the Artificers do–except this one explodes with fire and ice and fury.
Warriors with heavy-wrough prosthetics to suit their more aggressive fighting style.
Champions who have shields latched on to their arm–quick release built in, in case of emergencies. Who can throw their entire body in to a shield blow, because the shield is part of them now. Champions with prosthetics of gilded silver and gold that can be raised, gleaming to catch the light and inspire defiance in the face of overwhelming odds. Champions with prosthetics that are essentially an extension of their armor, throwing their arm forward to take the blow that would have slain a friend, and continuing fearlessly where their flesh would’ve other wise been torn asunder.
Reavers with prosthetics embedded with spikes. With rivulets carved so that streams of blood flow along it with grotesque ease. Reavers with prostetics permenantly stained with the blood of each enemy felled, who can work themselves in to the beginning of a frenzy by scenting the blood that has seeped so deeply in to the limb. Reavers who charge on ever further, ever more enraged if the prosthetic is damaged–their fury only fueled by its destruction.
Templars who–like mages–have lyrium imbued in to their prosthetic, and may call upon it when it is needed. Templars who have etched their crest or passage from the Chant in to their new limb. Templars who summon the Wrath of Heaven with their glowing prosthetic, lifting it to the air as the lyrium in it burns and sizzles, and then slamming it down with the pillar of light like the fist of the Maker himself.
Summary: in which Jisoo tricks his way into your heart (pants), theatre!au
How amazing is that that I managed to actually write something that I finished before even posting? I am so proud of myself. And Jisoo needs our love!
It’s out and you can’t do anything
about it. You can feel horror dawning on you, as your limbs grow cold.
It feels like the whole room is
still shaking, damned word still resonating between four walls. You can nearly
feel the overbearing presence of witches and horrified screams of those, who
perished before you, fill your ears.
The Ridiculously Detailed Inquisitor Questionnaire that No One Needed
Obviously not all of these questions are needed, but I tried to come up with as many as possible to use as a character reference for writing. Thought I’d share! I tried to keep things from getting redundant as much as possible.
I’m sorry but I don’t think you can really still claim that someone is ‘in love with humanity’ when that someone doesn’t even flinch at the mention of genocide, of killing 1 in 10 people (which, in case you were wondering, is roughly 729,598,920 people), but when the life of one single human in particular is threatened…
…picks that moment to draw their weapon with all the wrath of heaven in their eyes.
“Maybe I am a prophet. Not just me, all of us who are dying now. Maybe we’ve caught the virus of prophecy. Be still. Toil no more. Maybe the world has driven God from Heaven, incurred the angels’ wrath. I believe I’ve seen the end of things. And having seen, I’m going blind, as prophets do.”
Through the ages he’s loved you, only to lose you suddenly. No matter how many times Heaven punishes him, he seeks you out. With each of your reincarnations it takes him longer and longer to find you, the ever growing population doesn’t help matters.
Determination, passion, love, loss, griev… Castiel fighting and going through everything just to find you even if it is just to look at and take care of you, making sure you’re alright, while heaven and the rest of its Angels do everything to prevent you two to be together.
Dean delegates the research of the case to Sam, thinking his baby brother will spend the night burning his lashes buried in lore while he hookups whit a random hot waitress. But what Dean doesn’t know is Sam’s already been in this town before.
Super hot smut with Sam Winchester is always great, but when it involves, to quote the King of Hell, ‘feelings’ is much better. Not this one realy, for some reason I know he won’t be back this time and I’m crying!!!
A very directionally challenge and stubborn reader tries to read a map while Dean drives and he finds a really interesting way to show her where her south is.
I love this one!! Being a directionally chalenge person myself, I would love for Dean to show me how to find my North, though if I’m being honest, I’d probably lose it again in a few hours, but hey if that means I’m gonna get another lesson…
I laughed so much at this, I’ve suffer through short people jokes my whole life so I could relate to the reader. I would love it if some time in a distant future there’d be a second part of this but no pressure.
Dean thinks he can still flirt around and you’d be okay with it, but of course you’re not!! Stupid!Dean doing Stupid things, but the make up sex is great though.
The argument between the reader and Dean was so close to real I got mad at my husband for no reason other than the make up part. I love that one line she throws up in the air to ‘finish’ not really, the discussion!