President Michael Wilson
Tildes are the work of the devil
The depths of any planet is a hot and cruel place. Few bioforms can survive deep down beneath a planet, and to build down there is folly by most standards. However, when one has experience in this sort of construction, when one has the materials and the know-how to build a strutcture that can handle the heat and still be livable, then one can make a base nearly impregnable.
Deep beneath the crust of the world, amidst the lava, lay such a base. There were bases on the surface, but like the hills of an ant several of these simply lead underground into the deeper, more massive superstructure. Turrents dotted the walls, silent guardians awaiting intruders to blast. Also in the walls were slight circular indentions- A different kind of turrent, that would fire ring shaped energy bursts at targets that dared to enter the base. Patrolling the halls itself were creatures of many varying shapes and descrpitions. Most of these were a kind of reptillian-looking creature, with great claws like those of a lobster. These creatures scurried about the base, attending to tasks that their superiors had commanded them to.
Deeper into the base, the turrents of both sorts would become more numerous, and many of the mobile creatures tended to stick to predetermined routes in a patrol. The patrols became even heavier and defenses more numerous farther in, and great pools of lava also existed, with but slender bridges to connect them to the next area of safe ground. All these defenses culminated in turrents of both sorts lining the walls of a great room filled with many gates of pure energy. And in the depths of this room sat the object so heavily defended- A massive tank, filled with a transparent liquid. Pulsing within this tank was a massive brain, with several spikes jutting out of it along with other mechanical devices. The brain pulsed with energy and information that traveled along it, but otherwise was still... Until a lone eye opened.
"I know you are here." The voice echoed throughout the room, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. It was a flat, electronic voice lacking emotion... And yet it managed to be fierce. As the last echoes resounded, a creature dropped down from the ceiling in front of the brain. The dragon nearly filled the space between the brain and the closest energy field. "You should know that you cannot hide from me in my own base, Ridley."
"I know this well, Mother." As it spoke, the dragon kneeled. A few seconds passed, and then the brain spoke again.
"There is a reason you came here. What is that reason?" Ridley picked himself up with this and raised his head to face the brain.
"Long range sensors have detected numerous foreign bioforms have entered the planet's atmosphere. Likely more human larva. Shall we launch armadas in full?" The dragon could barely restrain himself, and the brain sensed this. Energy seemed to leap from Ridley's body, barely restrained. Obviously he was eager for a kill.
"No, no. If we send out an entire force, the Hunter may very well learn... No, it would be best if you were to go out alone." As this was spoken, the dragon perked up. Ridley could not grin, but he was trying.
"Mother, that was just the kind of command I wanted." And with this, Ridley lept up, leaving the same way he had come.
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The great dragon burst out of a space pirate base deep into the desert, with a battlecry, and flew north at great speed. His eye was cast to the ground, and he knew... Many would die before this day was through... If he had anything to say in the matter.
[If constructing the pirate base is a no-no I will edit it]
Deep beneath the crust of the world, amidst the lava, lay such a base. There were bases on the surface, but like the hills of an ant several of these simply lead underground into the deeper, more massive superstructure. Turrents dotted the walls, silent guardians awaiting intruders to blast. Also in the walls were slight circular indentions- A different kind of turrent, that would fire ring shaped energy bursts at targets that dared to enter the base. Patrolling the halls itself were creatures of many varying shapes and descrpitions. Most of these were a kind of reptillian-looking creature, with great claws like those of a lobster. These creatures scurried about the base, attending to tasks that their superiors had commanded them to.
Deeper into the base, the turrents of both sorts would become more numerous, and many of the mobile creatures tended to stick to predetermined routes in a patrol. The patrols became even heavier and defenses more numerous farther in, and great pools of lava also existed, with but slender bridges to connect them to the next area of safe ground. All these defenses culminated in turrents of both sorts lining the walls of a great room filled with many gates of pure energy. And in the depths of this room sat the object so heavily defended- A massive tank, filled with a transparent liquid. Pulsing within this tank was a massive brain, with several spikes jutting out of it along with other mechanical devices. The brain pulsed with energy and information that traveled along it, but otherwise was still... Until a lone eye opened.
"I know you are here." The voice echoed throughout the room, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. It was a flat, electronic voice lacking emotion... And yet it managed to be fierce. As the last echoes resounded, a creature dropped down from the ceiling in front of the brain. The dragon nearly filled the space between the brain and the closest energy field. "You should know that you cannot hide from me in my own base, Ridley."
"I know this well, Mother." As it spoke, the dragon kneeled. A few seconds passed, and then the brain spoke again.
"There is a reason you came here. What is that reason?" Ridley picked himself up with this and raised his head to face the brain.
"Long range sensors have detected numerous foreign bioforms have entered the planet's atmosphere. Likely more human larva. Shall we launch armadas in full?" The dragon could barely restrain himself, and the brain sensed this. Energy seemed to leap from Ridley's body, barely restrained. Obviously he was eager for a kill.
"No, no. If we send out an entire force, the Hunter may very well learn... No, it would be best if you were to go out alone." As this was spoken, the dragon perked up. Ridley could not grin, but he was trying.
"Mother, that was just the kind of command I wanted." And with this, Ridley lept up, leaving the same way he had come.
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The great dragon burst out of a space pirate base deep into the desert, with a battlecry, and flew north at great speed. His eye was cast to the ground, and he knew... Many would die before this day was through... If he had anything to say in the matter.
[If constructing the pirate base is a no-no I will edit it]