nbk2000
May 25th, 2005, 03:13 PM
The year of Our Lord, 2327...
[cue 'War Pigs' by Black Sabbath]
Hundreds of mortals knelt in close ordered ranks, each wearing a uniform of one of the Lords armies, and silently awaiting The Word of God.
Zhukov and Chu-Yang were mighty men at the head of their armies, yet they became no more than useful creatures, utterly at the mercy of His whims, in the presence of their terrible master.
The glow of the Earth reflected off the mirror-smooth surface of His obsidian carpace, giving light to His frightful visage.
Having long since left His mortal body behind, NBK had transformed Himself to reflect the soul of the perfect predator that He was, by taking the form of a creature from a nightmare so ancient as to have been lost to the memory of Man...but not to His memory.
He stood over 12 feet tall, dark as the grave, with a writhing segmented tail terminating in a cruciform blade of bone, upon which was currently impaled another army commander which had failed his Lord in some manner.
NBK grasped the head of the screaming man in His clawed hand, holding it still as His inner mouth shot out, impaling the mans skull, and the slurping sounds of brain being ingested making the others awaiting His attention sick and pale.
Once NBK was done punishing the man for his failure, He dropped the corpse, the body making a gentle thump as it fell in the reduced gravity of the moon and a strand of brain goo stretched between the collapsed skull and their Lords mouths.
"Apology accepted."
Without being told, a faceless clone warrior took the body away to be rendered into food for the others of his kind at the lunar base.
[cue 'Orgasmatron' by Motorhead]
Sitting down on His throne, made of the bones of His enemies, NBK extended His tail towards the waiting army commanders and flexed the gore coated tip of it once in a 'come here' motion.
Approaching on legs that would have failed them in earths gravity, they approached their Lord, praying fervently that He was in a good mood after having eaten, and that they wouldn't soil themselves in His presence.
Falling to their knees at the required distance, they assumed the position of submission that all of His subjects knew was His due as God, with their faces to the floor and their asses in the air, a position known to the ancients as 'Kow-Tow'.
As NBK began to speak, the hissing speech of their leader's voice was intimate and persuasive.
'I have summoned you here because the leaders of your nations are the last to stand against my rule, and you will each have a part to play in their final destruction before meeting your own deaths.'
Each man then knew that his own passing might attain an appropriate grandeur before their Lord if it also embraced the deaths of sufficient millions of lesser mortals.
Speaking as if to friends, NBK's words continued emotionless, hypnotic, brimming with hate.
'The Sino-Eurasian Confederacy continues to defy my will, despite the obvious futility of their resistance to me. You will direct your armies to attack my forces, and pause on the plains of Migiddo in Israel, in what you will tell your "leaders" is a counter-offensive against my cross-oceanic bridge. Once your armies are amassed there, I will destroy them.'
Zhukov raised one finger on his right hand, the only gesture permitted to indicate a desire to speak.
'Yes?' NBK said.
'My Lord, why Israel?'
With a flick of His tail, NBK severed several fingers from the mans hand for the impertinence of asking why NBK had made that decision, instead of how to best fulfill his Lords desire.
NBK was pleased to see the man take the pain in silence, for to cry out was to prove oneself unworthy of Him, and cause for feeding ones brain to their Lord.
'I will tell you why.' NBK hissed 'Because it's the orgin of the most dispicable form of üntermensch to ever pollute the earth, even more so than you, so it is there that the last of their foul offspring will meet my judgement.'
Knocking their heads against the floor, the mortals acknowledge their Gods command.
+++++++
[cue 'Karma Slave' by Splashdown]
Having acquired a massive secret fortune during the early 21st century, NBK parlayed it into technological research into various branches of science, all directed towards one goal...His immortality.
While nations poured billions into pointless programs like famine relief for africa, or education for idiot races, NBK had been focusing comparable resources on the one thing that He knew would give Him limitless power...immortality.
So it came to pass, two centuries after His mortal flesh had been frozen upon His temporary death, that His worshippers brought their God back to life, using the nano-technology they had been working on for that very purpose.
Once resurrected, NBK led His fanatic legions of Aryan warriors in a Holy War, to purge the world of the unclean races that had bred like roaches, and spread over almost all of the earth.
During His death-sleep, His worshippers had been infiltrating and subverting the governments of the world, placing their agents in almost every position of power on the earth, particularly the militaries, in accordance with the Rules that their Lord had left to guide them.
So it wasn't surprising that a majority of the worlds governments and armies fell quickly before His legions, as they were subverted from within, and had been for over a century.
Only the russian and chinese governments had proven resistant to subversion, such was their mindset.
During the century of consolidation that followed as NBK's legions hunted down all the surviving üntermensch in the Cleansed Terror-tories, He began His transformation to reflect His true form.
The nanites that had brought Him back from death began to remold His flesh to its current, beautifully terrifying, form.
During this time, He directed the resources of all the conquered lands to be directed to building Him a lunar base, as well as various orbiting space stations, for He wasn't going to let some resistance on earth stop Him from conquering the stars.
Plus command of space made missile attacks against His forces impossible.
Once fully transformed, He was ready to lead the final assault against the unclean races that had to be destroyed before the Ascendancy could truely begin.
+++++++
[cue 'Master of Puppets' by Metallica]
Zhukov and Chu-Yang, heeding their masters command, had directed their combined armies in an assault towards the cross-atlantic bridge that NBK's forces had built to the european continent.
The plan, as it had been explained to their human "leaders" was to push towards Israel, there, to split to the north and south, the northern army to destroy the land-bridge, and the southern army to prevent an attack on the northern armies flank by NBK's army in africa.
Naturally, in order to give credence to the illusion, the army of NBK that already occupied the intervening territory had to be sacrificed, but what was the lives of a few tens of millions of mortals to a God? They were born to die, and so they did.
+++++++
It took three months for the combined armies of the Sino-Eurasian Confederacy to push back the fanatical legions of the false-god, NBK, back to the mediterranian, but under the brilliant leadership of Zhukov and Chu-Yang, they had achieved it!
Out of an original strength of 120 million, they still had over 50 million soldiers with which to make the final push against the land-bridge.
Now that they were only days away from reaching Israel, they were ready to split up and make the final assault that would buy them the time they needed to resist NBK forever.
++++++++
[cue 'Electric Funeral' by Black Sabbath]
From His observation point in a Death Star parked in geosynchronise orbit over Israel, NBK clacked His claws in glee to see His plan coming to fruition, and the destruction of His last enemies about to become reality.
This station, which had been moved to be over Israel, as well as the others in orbit over the Sino-Eurasian Confederacy, were each powered by Petawatt fusion generators feuled by lunar He-3, and armed with various energy beam weapons and linear accelerators armed with fusion imploder slugs.
Once the lunar bombardment of the Sino-Eurasian Confederations homelands began, the Death Stars in orbit would finish off their army and destroy any point targets missed in by the general bombardment.
'Behold the seven seals. I break them all, for they are mine to command!'
With a wave of His tail, He gave the signal for Armageddon to begin.
........
3 days earliers, dozens of mass-drivers located on the moon, each several miles long, began accelerating 5-ton slugs of pure iron, mined from lunar ore and refined in fusion furnaces powered by the abundant He-3 on the moon, to a speed of over 20 miles per second.
Normally, such huge masses would be detectable from earth-based radars, but NBK had long since nullified any possibility of that happening, by destroying every satellite in orbit around the earth, as well as using the lunar mass drivers to throw thousands of tons of lunar rock into earth orbit, creating an impenetrable orbiting barrier to either radar or earth based missiles.
Since flimsy human constructs couldn't be expected to survive impacts with such a barrier, NBK had sent clones on fusion-fueled rockets to the asteroid belt to retrieve several large iron asteroids, in which were built enviromental habitats kilometers wide, to be used as observation and weapons platforms...such as the one NBK was on now.
+++++++
[cue 'For Whom The Bell Tolls' by Metallica]
As the army paused in Israel to re-arrange its forces for the final push, the sky above them began to be crossed by contrails heading eastward, but the contrails were moving at a speed too fast to be any aircraft or missile they had ever seen!
And the numbers!
First a few, then dozens, and quickly the sky was crossed by too many to count!
There were rumblings and peals of thunder, flashes of lightning, and the earth began to tremble beneath them.
These were the sonic booms of the metorites impacting the atmosphere at several dozen times the speed of sound., impacts of some of the metorites with the orbital debris barrier, and the impact of the majority that reached their earthly targets.
The sonic booms stunned the armies of the mud races like a blast from the horns of the Holy Host of God, which is exactly what it was.
As terror began to fill the hearts of men, Hell and Fire in the form of blinding rays of incandscent energy poured down upon them from the sky, cutting through their army like fiery swords wielded by the Army of God.
They turned their weapons towards the sky, firing in a blind rage against an omnipotent God, the dark God who had deemed them unworthy.
++++++++
As NBK watched, the flashes of hundreds of impacting metorites, each exploding with the energy of a 100 megaton bomb, and the lancing brilliance of the energy beams from the Death Stars, gave the appearance of an exploding galaxy of stars flickering across His glossy carpace.
'O horror! Horror! How horrible it will be for all who live on the earth!'
With a flick of a claw, He triggered the com unit that signalled His forces on earth, and told them:
'Happy are those who die in the service of the Lord!'
.....
And with that, from their hidden sietches deep within the mountains of europe and asia, stormed forth a great host, a clone army of two hundred million, with breastplates red as fire, blue as sapphire, and yellow as sulfur.
The great host descended as a swarm of locusts upon the survivors of a scorched earth...one third of the earths landmass having been destroyed...a third of the oceans polluted and dead...the sky turned into a perpetual twilight with a third of it's light blocked by the dust...and the engineered plagues bringing sores and pestiliance upon the unclean.
+++++++
The year of Our Lord, 2532...
After a century had passed since the last üntermensch had fallen to the sword of His host, He summoned forth a blazing star that struck the earth and wiped it clean of all life.
'Behold, I am a wrathful God, and my word is death!'
And with that, a five mile diameter asteroid that had been directed into a collision course, impacted the earth and wiped it clean of all human life, leaving only 10% of the simpler life forms alive.
NBK wasn't particulary concerned about sterilizing the earth, as He was immortal, so a few million years for the earth to become habitable again by humans would pass, for Him, in the blink of an eye (so to speak, as He didn't have any eyes, but rather a multi-spectral sensor-web embedded in His carpace by His nanites).
[cue 'Imperial March' from Star Wars, Empire Stricks Back]
In the meantime, He'd have Mars terra-formed, continue building His fleet of starships, then set sail across the sea of stars with His clone army to boldly seek out new life, and destroy new alien civilizations.
(The End)
I knocked this bad-boy out in just a few hours of inspired, and frenzied, typing. :)
Before some idiot says "Well, if you're just going to drop a giant asteroid on the earth and killing everything anyways, why bother with the war?"...it's called 'Drama', and makes for a more interesting story. :p
What's more entertaining? Squashing a bug with one quick smash...or plucking off it's wings and legs one at a time?
Inspirational Credits:
My own imagination (of course!)
Mein Kampf
H.R. Giger, for creating the 'Alien'
Dune
Star Trek
Star Wars
The Matrix series
Babylon 5
Conan, the Barbarian
Escape from New York
The Bible (Revelations)
Numerous other science-fact, and science-fiction, ideas gathered over a lifetime.
[cue 'War Pigs' by Black Sabbath]
Hundreds of mortals knelt in close ordered ranks, each wearing a uniform of one of the Lords armies, and silently awaiting The Word of God.
Zhukov and Chu-Yang were mighty men at the head of their armies, yet they became no more than useful creatures, utterly at the mercy of His whims, in the presence of their terrible master.
The glow of the Earth reflected off the mirror-smooth surface of His obsidian carpace, giving light to His frightful visage.
Having long since left His mortal body behind, NBK had transformed Himself to reflect the soul of the perfect predator that He was, by taking the form of a creature from a nightmare so ancient as to have been lost to the memory of Man...but not to His memory.
He stood over 12 feet tall, dark as the grave, with a writhing segmented tail terminating in a cruciform blade of bone, upon which was currently impaled another army commander which had failed his Lord in some manner.
NBK grasped the head of the screaming man in His clawed hand, holding it still as His inner mouth shot out, impaling the mans skull, and the slurping sounds of brain being ingested making the others awaiting His attention sick and pale.
Once NBK was done punishing the man for his failure, He dropped the corpse, the body making a gentle thump as it fell in the reduced gravity of the moon and a strand of brain goo stretched between the collapsed skull and their Lords mouths.
"Apology accepted."
Without being told, a faceless clone warrior took the body away to be rendered into food for the others of his kind at the lunar base.
[cue 'Orgasmatron' by Motorhead]
Sitting down on His throne, made of the bones of His enemies, NBK extended His tail towards the waiting army commanders and flexed the gore coated tip of it once in a 'come here' motion.
Approaching on legs that would have failed them in earths gravity, they approached their Lord, praying fervently that He was in a good mood after having eaten, and that they wouldn't soil themselves in His presence.
Falling to their knees at the required distance, they assumed the position of submission that all of His subjects knew was His due as God, with their faces to the floor and their asses in the air, a position known to the ancients as 'Kow-Tow'.
As NBK began to speak, the hissing speech of their leader's voice was intimate and persuasive.
'I have summoned you here because the leaders of your nations are the last to stand against my rule, and you will each have a part to play in their final destruction before meeting your own deaths.'
Each man then knew that his own passing might attain an appropriate grandeur before their Lord if it also embraced the deaths of sufficient millions of lesser mortals.
Speaking as if to friends, NBK's words continued emotionless, hypnotic, brimming with hate.
'The Sino-Eurasian Confederacy continues to defy my will, despite the obvious futility of their resistance to me. You will direct your armies to attack my forces, and pause on the plains of Migiddo in Israel, in what you will tell your "leaders" is a counter-offensive against my cross-oceanic bridge. Once your armies are amassed there, I will destroy them.'
Zhukov raised one finger on his right hand, the only gesture permitted to indicate a desire to speak.
'Yes?' NBK said.
'My Lord, why Israel?'
With a flick of His tail, NBK severed several fingers from the mans hand for the impertinence of asking why NBK had made that decision, instead of how to best fulfill his Lords desire.
NBK was pleased to see the man take the pain in silence, for to cry out was to prove oneself unworthy of Him, and cause for feeding ones brain to their Lord.
'I will tell you why.' NBK hissed 'Because it's the orgin of the most dispicable form of üntermensch to ever pollute the earth, even more so than you, so it is there that the last of their foul offspring will meet my judgement.'
Knocking their heads against the floor, the mortals acknowledge their Gods command.
+++++++
[cue 'Karma Slave' by Splashdown]
Having acquired a massive secret fortune during the early 21st century, NBK parlayed it into technological research into various branches of science, all directed towards one goal...His immortality.
While nations poured billions into pointless programs like famine relief for africa, or education for idiot races, NBK had been focusing comparable resources on the one thing that He knew would give Him limitless power...immortality.
So it came to pass, two centuries after His mortal flesh had been frozen upon His temporary death, that His worshippers brought their God back to life, using the nano-technology they had been working on for that very purpose.
Once resurrected, NBK led His fanatic legions of Aryan warriors in a Holy War, to purge the world of the unclean races that had bred like roaches, and spread over almost all of the earth.
During His death-sleep, His worshippers had been infiltrating and subverting the governments of the world, placing their agents in almost every position of power on the earth, particularly the militaries, in accordance with the Rules that their Lord had left to guide them.
So it wasn't surprising that a majority of the worlds governments and armies fell quickly before His legions, as they were subverted from within, and had been for over a century.
Only the russian and chinese governments had proven resistant to subversion, such was their mindset.
During the century of consolidation that followed as NBK's legions hunted down all the surviving üntermensch in the Cleansed Terror-tories, He began His transformation to reflect His true form.
The nanites that had brought Him back from death began to remold His flesh to its current, beautifully terrifying, form.
During this time, He directed the resources of all the conquered lands to be directed to building Him a lunar base, as well as various orbiting space stations, for He wasn't going to let some resistance on earth stop Him from conquering the stars.
Plus command of space made missile attacks against His forces impossible.
Once fully transformed, He was ready to lead the final assault against the unclean races that had to be destroyed before the Ascendancy could truely begin.
+++++++
[cue 'Master of Puppets' by Metallica]
Zhukov and Chu-Yang, heeding their masters command, had directed their combined armies in an assault towards the cross-atlantic bridge that NBK's forces had built to the european continent.
The plan, as it had been explained to their human "leaders" was to push towards Israel, there, to split to the north and south, the northern army to destroy the land-bridge, and the southern army to prevent an attack on the northern armies flank by NBK's army in africa.
Naturally, in order to give credence to the illusion, the army of NBK that already occupied the intervening territory had to be sacrificed, but what was the lives of a few tens of millions of mortals to a God? They were born to die, and so they did.
+++++++
It took three months for the combined armies of the Sino-Eurasian Confederacy to push back the fanatical legions of the false-god, NBK, back to the mediterranian, but under the brilliant leadership of Zhukov and Chu-Yang, they had achieved it!
Out of an original strength of 120 million, they still had over 50 million soldiers with which to make the final push against the land-bridge.
Now that they were only days away from reaching Israel, they were ready to split up and make the final assault that would buy them the time they needed to resist NBK forever.
++++++++
[cue 'Electric Funeral' by Black Sabbath]
From His observation point in a Death Star parked in geosynchronise orbit over Israel, NBK clacked His claws in glee to see His plan coming to fruition, and the destruction of His last enemies about to become reality.
This station, which had been moved to be over Israel, as well as the others in orbit over the Sino-Eurasian Confederacy, were each powered by Petawatt fusion generators feuled by lunar He-3, and armed with various energy beam weapons and linear accelerators armed with fusion imploder slugs.
Once the lunar bombardment of the Sino-Eurasian Confederations homelands began, the Death Stars in orbit would finish off their army and destroy any point targets missed in by the general bombardment.
'Behold the seven seals. I break them all, for they are mine to command!'
With a wave of His tail, He gave the signal for Armageddon to begin.
........
3 days earliers, dozens of mass-drivers located on the moon, each several miles long, began accelerating 5-ton slugs of pure iron, mined from lunar ore and refined in fusion furnaces powered by the abundant He-3 on the moon, to a speed of over 20 miles per second.
Normally, such huge masses would be detectable from earth-based radars, but NBK had long since nullified any possibility of that happening, by destroying every satellite in orbit around the earth, as well as using the lunar mass drivers to throw thousands of tons of lunar rock into earth orbit, creating an impenetrable orbiting barrier to either radar or earth based missiles.
Since flimsy human constructs couldn't be expected to survive impacts with such a barrier, NBK had sent clones on fusion-fueled rockets to the asteroid belt to retrieve several large iron asteroids, in which were built enviromental habitats kilometers wide, to be used as observation and weapons platforms...such as the one NBK was on now.
+++++++
[cue 'For Whom The Bell Tolls' by Metallica]
As the army paused in Israel to re-arrange its forces for the final push, the sky above them began to be crossed by contrails heading eastward, but the contrails were moving at a speed too fast to be any aircraft or missile they had ever seen!
And the numbers!
First a few, then dozens, and quickly the sky was crossed by too many to count!
There were rumblings and peals of thunder, flashes of lightning, and the earth began to tremble beneath them.
These were the sonic booms of the metorites impacting the atmosphere at several dozen times the speed of sound., impacts of some of the metorites with the orbital debris barrier, and the impact of the majority that reached their earthly targets.
The sonic booms stunned the armies of the mud races like a blast from the horns of the Holy Host of God, which is exactly what it was.
As terror began to fill the hearts of men, Hell and Fire in the form of blinding rays of incandscent energy poured down upon them from the sky, cutting through their army like fiery swords wielded by the Army of God.
They turned their weapons towards the sky, firing in a blind rage against an omnipotent God, the dark God who had deemed them unworthy.
++++++++
As NBK watched, the flashes of hundreds of impacting metorites, each exploding with the energy of a 100 megaton bomb, and the lancing brilliance of the energy beams from the Death Stars, gave the appearance of an exploding galaxy of stars flickering across His glossy carpace.
'O horror! Horror! How horrible it will be for all who live on the earth!'
With a flick of a claw, He triggered the com unit that signalled His forces on earth, and told them:
'Happy are those who die in the service of the Lord!'
.....
And with that, from their hidden sietches deep within the mountains of europe and asia, stormed forth a great host, a clone army of two hundred million, with breastplates red as fire, blue as sapphire, and yellow as sulfur.
The great host descended as a swarm of locusts upon the survivors of a scorched earth...one third of the earths landmass having been destroyed...a third of the oceans polluted and dead...the sky turned into a perpetual twilight with a third of it's light blocked by the dust...and the engineered plagues bringing sores and pestiliance upon the unclean.
+++++++
The year of Our Lord, 2532...
After a century had passed since the last üntermensch had fallen to the sword of His host, He summoned forth a blazing star that struck the earth and wiped it clean of all life.
'Behold, I am a wrathful God, and my word is death!'
And with that, a five mile diameter asteroid that had been directed into a collision course, impacted the earth and wiped it clean of all human life, leaving only 10% of the simpler life forms alive.
NBK wasn't particulary concerned about sterilizing the earth, as He was immortal, so a few million years for the earth to become habitable again by humans would pass, for Him, in the blink of an eye (so to speak, as He didn't have any eyes, but rather a multi-spectral sensor-web embedded in His carpace by His nanites).
[cue 'Imperial March' from Star Wars, Empire Stricks Back]
In the meantime, He'd have Mars terra-formed, continue building His fleet of starships, then set sail across the sea of stars with His clone army to boldly seek out new life, and destroy new alien civilizations.
(The End)
I knocked this bad-boy out in just a few hours of inspired, and frenzied, typing. :)
Before some idiot says "Well, if you're just going to drop a giant asteroid on the earth and killing everything anyways, why bother with the war?"...it's called 'Drama', and makes for a more interesting story. :p
What's more entertaining? Squashing a bug with one quick smash...or plucking off it's wings and legs one at a time?
Inspirational Credits:
My own imagination (of course!)
Mein Kampf
H.R. Giger, for creating the 'Alien'
Dune
Star Trek
Star Wars
The Matrix series
Babylon 5
Conan, the Barbarian
Escape from New York
The Bible (Revelations)
Numerous other science-fact, and science-fiction, ideas gathered over a lifetime.