@damien_bonaparte: Yeah, my aim was off. Next time, human! :P
Nordok's forum posts
I'm sorry; I know I'm butting into a fun little conversation that wasn't aimed at me, but I don't see how any of this is the least bit fair. If you don't like the CVnU rules, that's entirely your choice and your right, but blaming LL for a lack of activity or new users, whether directly or by implication is just completely illogical, Naamah. She's not perfect, and her approach can certainly rub people the wrong way at times, but she was the primary architect and driving force of the nU, which is very likely the only reason there's any activity at all, anymore. If the RPG section had to weather all the mess with the site changeover (and the rampant horde of bugs since) at the activity levels we were seeing from Prime at the time, I'm not convinced that 99% of the users wouldn't have left for greener pastures. Her threads do drive activity, and are generally open to anyone who wants in, old or new. I see her constantly offering encouragement or constructive criticism to newbies, even if she's not directly RPing with them. If anything deserves to bear the blame for the current low activity levels, it's the bugs that derailed nearly every major RP and drove off a bunch of the most active users.
Did you really mean to imply that it's her responsibility to recruit new RPers and somehow ensure that their threads are successful? She's not even a member of the CoE anymore (not that it would be any more her responsibility if she was; that's not the purpose of the group), and yet she still gets to be the punching bag for anyone who doesn't like anything about the RPG section, and that's just grotesquely unjust. The activity levels of the section and the success of new users aren't any one person's (or group's) responsibility. As someone who came in as a newbie near the end of the period when Prime was all there was, I think it's a heckuva lot easier for a new user to jump in and get involved than it was then, when it seemed like 90% of the world was off-limits because it was carved up into empires owned by inactive veterans or teams with tightly-closed ranks.
I know the two of you don't like each other, and you both probably have perfectly good reasons for it (not that you even need them), but you're both also among the best writers I've ever seen, and I don't just mean on CV; I really wish you'd both put the energy you're wasting on personal attacks into more constructive activities (yeah, I know...said the guy who just posted three paragraphs on the subject; pot meets kettle).
He did not need to employ telepathy or divination to sense her hesitation, her confusion. So then, the lesson has been learned.
"Do you see now, my child?" the voice echoed across the mental aether, "I cannot be destroyed, not by the goddess, not by you. To defy the Will of the Universe is futile; it can only be delayed, never prevented. You were to be the ultimate expression of that inevitability, but you have chosen to defy both destiny and logic. So be it; I will allow you the illusion of free will, if for but a brief span longer. Relieve yourself of that physical burden, and go forth with the far weightier burden of dread knowledge."
With that, the Ancient One created another portal; this one was directly beneath Trinity's feet, and large enough to accommodate her but not the condensed sphere of metal she supported. It disgorged into a location no doubt selected for maximum poignancy: the wreckage of an Imperium outpost on the planet Earth, where experiments in psychic manipulation were once conducted.
She means to continue as she has begun. Very well, today's lesson will be a painful one, then. Painful, and costly.
Noxious smoke and showers of sparks erupted form the mechanical hulk that had served as the receptacle for the Ancient One, as for former Destructor's titanic expenditure of telekinetic pressure crushed it, like an aluminum can beneath the wheels of a tractor-trailer. A sort of greenish-yellow mist seeped from the imploding frame as it crumpled inward upon itself, as Nordok abandoned the remnants of his physical form.
"Fool of a child," the Ancient One telepathically hissed, the loss of his physical form depriving him of the ability to speak, "you possess incalcuable power, and yet you lack the wits to use it properly, instead lashing out like some wounded animal! You have seen me 'die' once already, and yet you still presume that physical destruction will do aught but annoy me? Pay the price for your lack of reasoning!"
With that, the Ancient One created another portal, this one directly beneath the compressed ruin of his former body, and leading to one that opened directly above Trinity's head.
Organics…so dependent on physical violence…
It was as if they assumed that all beings are as dependent upon their bodies as they are. Still, the Ancient One had to admit that his one-time protégé had mounted an impressive frontal assault. Trinity’s trajectory was impeccably calculated, and took her directly to and through Nordok’s mechanical cranium with devastating force. The head exploded in a shower of metal fragments and sparking bits of ruined electronics.
Very well, then.
Reaching out and manipulating the fundamental fabric of the universe with the speed and ease with which most being used their limbs, the Ancient One created a portal directly in front of the speeding Trinity, launching a burst of his own omega-level telekinesis at her back in the “teke” equivalent of a backhand, to attempt to ensure she did not dodge it. The portal would disgorge her directly in front of the Ancient One’s damaged mechanical form, where a metal fist the size of a small dwelling awaited to smash her into the ground with nearly one million tons of force.
As crass and uncouth as ever, it seemed. Of course, what else could one expect from her having spent so much time among the microbes she had been led to believe were "her people." His amusement deepened as the energy began to dance about her form. Had he been capable of such emotion, he might almost have felt a fatherly pride at how she managed to evolve.
"My power is undiminished, however a lesser mind might interpret my change in form," he finally answered, making no move of his own, either physically or along the energy patterns of the room. "Although, if the reports I have received are true, you have not fared quite so well. You have managed to lose the titanic strength that I had gifted you with. No doubt the goddess released you from her custody once she realized that you posed so little threat to her."
A sense of dark amusement emanated from the Ancient One. "You traverse half the universe to find me, and now you balk at the last few steps to my throne? It is you who have sought me out, child; I have no reason to come to you. I await."
The path between Trinity's point of arrival and Nordok's throne room had been cleared of any defenses or other impediments. Despite his baiting, he was eager to once again gaze upon his mightiest creation, and observe what her period of independence had done to alter her. With a wave of his hand, the last guards, a regiment of Adamantine Legionaries and a pair of colossal Reapers, withdrew from the room, leaving Trinity's path fully open.
It is time, then.
Even if Trinity had not lowered her psychic shields, had not put aside the last great gift that he had given to her, he would have felt her approach. A being of such power simply did move through the cosmos without giving some sign of its passage, like a mighty ship leaving a wake as it churned through a calm sea. She had always favored the direct approach...
The Ancient One's orders were given, and obeyed without question or hesitation. His mechanical and undead servants could not disobey, and even those who retained their free will valued self-preservation far too highly to even consider inquiring. The defensive fleet moved off to a discreet distance. Shields powered down. Batteries stood silent. Planetary security forces returned to their barracks and hangars. Within a staggeringly short period of time, Infernus once again resembled the dead world it had been before it had become the center of the Abyssal Imperium.
Sitting motionless within his throne room, Nordok himself waited. He was unsure whether Trinity had disabled her mental shields entirely, or had lowered them just enough to allow for detection, but it mattered little. The Ancient One sent a single thought oursing from his own malevolent mind towards hers. It was possible that, as a message and not an attack, her lessened defenses would be penetrated by it. If not, he would simply wait and deliver it in person.