So I said I'd put my mega cross-over up. Well, here it is in it's glory. Starting from the Prologue up.
The plains were a somber gold with new greens of spring grasses arising, fresh and anew. The skies were blue and thin white clouds stretched across like overlapping stitches. Slivers of heat were rising in the distance, but this was normal of the temperature to be like this during the mid-afternoon.
Giant wasps buzzed across fallen logs to return to a nearby tree so that they may build their homes. Massive dragonflies zipped through the air to catch and devour prey. Large cattle with spikes protruding from their spins and horns from their heads grazed the fields of dry grass. Distant mountains hovered over the trees from afar. They were brown and green and had white peaks with their great height. Clouds of white, thicker than those over the fields of gold, passed around the peaks. Far above, higher than the clouds, two crescents glowed in the afternoon sky from the sunlight of three stars sitting beyond them. This was a truly interesting system, a ternary star system. Three stars and two moons above, there was a great peacefulness that resided on this field.
However, the peace was short lived. The peace was ended when an explosion rocked the soil and tore dirt and grass from the ground. A bolt of blue stretched across and struck a six-legged silver machine that returned a larger red bolt. Explosions ripped into the terrain and two forces met.
One side consisted of Gryllians, and great monsters they looked. They were nearly completely covered in armor, some more than others. Their four legs allowed them to traverse quickly and leap great lengths. They were seven feet tall or even more than that. They had cylindrical bodies and bore deadly clawed hands on each arm. Their helmets glowed at the eyes, mostly blue.
Several hulking machines like the six-legged one marched across, firing red-hot plasma across the field of bleeding soldiers to their enemies, the Legio Mechanicae. These machine-men were also nearly as huge as the Gryllians, or even larger than so. They were human, or the remnants of Humanity which had been mechanized. They were brutish and powerful and their greater ranks could annihilate a Spartan three and four.
More explosions tore into the landscape, following by whines and whizzes of explosive rounds or plasma. Flying machines raced across the sky and littered it with ammunition and smoke. Metal rained from the sky as a Gryllian Interceptor Cruiser, over a kilometer long and with a wedged bow, ripped into the atmosphere with a trail of smoke and fire following. It smashed into a mountain and exploded, destroying the land around it and turning it into a fiery blackness.
Gryllisus's eyes snapped open in terror as he looked across a similar field, though this field had more mountains in its background. He was remembering a battle from long ago. It resulted in the destruction of the planet and its atmosphere. He remembered the field especially. The field held the highest death count on the ground. He nicknamed it the Field of Blood and it went down as part of one of the largest engagements to occur during the Gryllian and Legio War.
He looked up at the sky and saw only two stars and then spotted the only moon of the planet. He did this to reassure himself. The Legio Mechanicae was one of the only enemies to truly instill fear into him.
His eyes shut again as he meditated in his spot on the flat, cool rock. His mind was completely blank and held together by the sounds of life around him. Here, too, there were giant dragonfly-like insects. Though these flying arthropods were also domesticated and keep as pets by Gryllians. They were also dangerous and could tear apart its prey with ease.
Several hours passed as he enjoyed his break from the business of ruling an empire before he was interrupted by one of his messengers. He could sense him as he approached his meditating form.
"What news do you bring me, Tabellus?" The meditating Gryllian droned.
"I bring bad news, it is of Kholo."
With that, the large Gryllian opened his eyes and looked across the field. His eyes held a sorrow and anger that was directed not to the messenger, but to the subject of the news. Most rulers would have killed the messenger for bringing bad news, but Gryllians praised news that was good or bad. Knowledge and common sense was power to them.
He felt a pang in his heart as he remembered his brother from the memory of a time long ago. Kholo, to him, was misguided and searched for something that didn't offer what he thought. Kholo sought salvation from the Forerunners, of whom he had managed to set up cult to worship and do whatever possible to gain from the long lost civilization.
The Forerunners were an ancient and extraordinarily powerful race that existed eons ago. Their technology, seemingly impossible to destroy and easy to use for destruction, existed through the centuries unaffected by the corrosive process of time. Their weapons were capable of marring planets and causing stars to supernovae. Their faster-than-light slipstream travel was far advanced and allowed vessels to traverse the diameter of the galaxy within a hour or so. They constructed super-massive structures capable of wiping out life within the galaxy or harboring it.
The ancient race, a shadow of the past, seemed invulnerable. They controlled the entirety of the galaxy and its satellites with an iron fist that could be deemed as tyrannical, yet peaceful. But, no empire was indestructible.
The Flood, a parasitic race of unfathomable infectivity and power, existed and broke the ecumene. It unnoticeably corrupted the Forerunner's government and caused it rot from within. The Primordial, as one of the remaining Forerunner constructs named it, managed to bend a powerful asset of the Forerunner's to its will and had crippled them with this power.
Soon, as stories go, the Flood grew to power that could only be described as 'unrealistic.' They 'infested' the alternate dimension that was slipstream space, brought massive, far more ancient structures to life to crush planets and disable ships, and turn entire planets into one singular hive mind strategist.
All for the reason of revenge, so it seemed to Gryllisus. A long, thought out revenge. But, what for? Gryllisus did not know. The Forerunner constructs, so far, did not know the history prior to one million years ago.
The Gryllian emperor rose up from the ground and nodded to the courier. They left to the shuttle that rested several miles away and after an hour, they reached it. They set off from the Fields of Meditation and headed back to the capital city of Bimaculus, the capital world of the Gryllian Imperium, Primus.
Primus was huge and rested between and on two mountain ranges. There were platforms that rested on the sides of the mountains themselves. High above, also a part of Primus, were the great sky towers. They acted as atmospheric filters that kept pollution down to nothing and as aerial cities.
The great capital city held tall skyscrapers and great aerial pathways between buildings. Railways curved about the city and linked districts to districts. He enjoyed the view out of the window of the transport. The transport traveled underneath a bridge connecting the peaks of two huge skyscrapers. Eventually, the transport beheld a massive tower, wide at the base where there were other structures and railways. It then ran up like a pyramid and eventually turned into two pillars that ran up into the air until they merged once more at the peak.
The transport vessel hovered higher until it reached a platform jutting out from the main pillar. The vehicle grounded itself and gravity locks held it in place as Gryllisus and his courier left for the main room. They boarded a gondola to travel to the central hub, and when they reached it they took through several more halls and eventually found themselves in a huge, atrium-like room. In the center laid a holographic table that currently showed the Milky Way galaxy. Off to the sides, there were enormous windows that let in large amounts of the comforting sunlight. Above, chandeliers dangled and ribbons of light swirled and flexed around each crystal and stretched between each glamorous decoration. At the far end, there was a great desk with many holograph images and other pieces of décor.
They passed by multiple columns to reach the table and they both took the time to turn and admire the view of the city that was far below. Behind them, the door ringed and pulsed and opened as a group of Gryllians entered the room.
"Greetings brothers." Gryllisus welcomed the entering beings.
After some time exchanging salutations, they settled down on hover chairs that came out from the base of the central holographic table. They looked about as a smaller, holographic Gryllian appeared before them upon the table. It was covered in thick armor and, despite the very armor it wore, was helmet-less. It acknowledged the council before him with a courteous nod.
This was Superious, the Gryllian Imperium's finest discovery. It was a Forerunner-class AI that, rather than pledging its allegiance to Humanity, turned to the Gryllians as its master. It was an artifact that was discovered on a Forerunner installation that was upon a nearby world. However, despite the fact that it was a Forerunner ancilla, it was amnesiac, unfortunately for the Gryllians. Though, may it have had lost much memory, it was still very powerful and did recall some of the Forerunner era, especially the darkest times before the cleansing of the Flood.
"As you are aware, the traitor known as Kholo has been discovered." Superious stopped for a moment, anticipation building. "He has been discovered at the planet, Glory."
Much chatter commenced and Gryllisus could not help himself to become frozen in distraught. Hours earlier, he was remembering the battle. Now, he was more than likely going to visit the place that was devoid of known life. Even now, old derelict ships orbited the planet and one of its wrecked moons continued ripping itself apart slowly in its orbit. Much of the surface of the planet were scars now. That was mainly due to the magnetic accelerator siege cannons that were forced to destroy the Legio forces that were concentrated on one of its continents.
"How shall we engage this?" Gryllisus inquired.
"Currently, he has vessels orbiting a station over its only intact moon. I presume that he has found something very important on the planet, or moon. More than likely, they have found an artifact belonging to that of my creators." The ancilla responded.
"I suggest we send in a fleet and wipe them out. The execution would have to occur at close range, meaning we'll be going in headfirst. It'll be quick and deadly. Perhaps we'll stow our friends, the Colonials, along." Kronos suggested.
Kronos was the closest friend of Gryllisus. They fought together for over a thousand years, ever since their escape of the Legio Mechanicae's biological research world, BEW-719. The memory of the planet was capable of making all of the members of the Immortal Council shutter. From there on, Kronos remained to be Gryllisus's second-in-command and Supreme Lord of Admirals and greatest friend.
"That's another situation. Earlier, Kholo had attacked a Colonial station not too long ago. They will want to come along. The plan that you suggest would be best followed. Kholo's Cult fleets are not as powerful, and they use older variants of our weaponry." Superious informed, following Krono's suggestion.
"Then that path we shall follow." One member accepted.
"And I as well." Another followed suit.
Soon, the suggestion was accepted and the threatening feelings of Kholo had diminished. Of course, Gryllisus himself was worried. Kholo never let himself out in the open like this. Usually, he kept to small skirmishes and acts of piracy. There was something important about that place and Gryllisus felt that he knew. His treacherous brother must have found a Forerunner artifact and this artifact had to have been powerful in some sense.
Prologue
0326 HOURS, JUNE 28, 2571 (MILITARY CALENDAR)\
MAGNUS VIRTUS SYSTEM, BIMACULUS
MAGNUS VIRTUS SYSTEM, BIMACULUS
The plains were a somber gold with new greens of spring grasses arising, fresh and anew. The skies were blue and thin white clouds stretched across like overlapping stitches. Slivers of heat were rising in the distance, but this was normal of the temperature to be like this during the mid-afternoon.
Giant wasps buzzed across fallen logs to return to a nearby tree so that they may build their homes. Massive dragonflies zipped through the air to catch and devour prey. Large cattle with spikes protruding from their spins and horns from their heads grazed the fields of dry grass. Distant mountains hovered over the trees from afar. They were brown and green and had white peaks with their great height. Clouds of white, thicker than those over the fields of gold, passed around the peaks. Far above, higher than the clouds, two crescents glowed in the afternoon sky from the sunlight of three stars sitting beyond them. This was a truly interesting system, a ternary star system. Three stars and two moons above, there was a great peacefulness that resided on this field.
However, the peace was short lived. The peace was ended when an explosion rocked the soil and tore dirt and grass from the ground. A bolt of blue stretched across and struck a six-legged silver machine that returned a larger red bolt. Explosions ripped into the terrain and two forces met.
One side consisted of Gryllians, and great monsters they looked. They were nearly completely covered in armor, some more than others. Their four legs allowed them to traverse quickly and leap great lengths. They were seven feet tall or even more than that. They had cylindrical bodies and bore deadly clawed hands on each arm. Their helmets glowed at the eyes, mostly blue.
Several hulking machines like the six-legged one marched across, firing red-hot plasma across the field of bleeding soldiers to their enemies, the Legio Mechanicae. These machine-men were also nearly as huge as the Gryllians, or even larger than so. They were human, or the remnants of Humanity which had been mechanized. They were brutish and powerful and their greater ranks could annihilate a Spartan three and four.
More explosions tore into the landscape, following by whines and whizzes of explosive rounds or plasma. Flying machines raced across the sky and littered it with ammunition and smoke. Metal rained from the sky as a Gryllian Interceptor Cruiser, over a kilometer long and with a wedged bow, ripped into the atmosphere with a trail of smoke and fire following. It smashed into a mountain and exploded, destroying the land around it and turning it into a fiery blackness.
Gryllisus's eyes snapped open in terror as he looked across a similar field, though this field had more mountains in its background. He was remembering a battle from long ago. It resulted in the destruction of the planet and its atmosphere. He remembered the field especially. The field held the highest death count on the ground. He nicknamed it the Field of Blood and it went down as part of one of the largest engagements to occur during the Gryllian and Legio War.
He looked up at the sky and saw only two stars and then spotted the only moon of the planet. He did this to reassure himself. The Legio Mechanicae was one of the only enemies to truly instill fear into him.
His eyes shut again as he meditated in his spot on the flat, cool rock. His mind was completely blank and held together by the sounds of life around him. Here, too, there were giant dragonfly-like insects. Though these flying arthropods were also domesticated and keep as pets by Gryllians. They were also dangerous and could tear apart its prey with ease.
Several hours passed as he enjoyed his break from the business of ruling an empire before he was interrupted by one of his messengers. He could sense him as he approached his meditating form.
"What news do you bring me, Tabellus?" The meditating Gryllian droned.
"I bring bad news, it is of Kholo."
With that, the large Gryllian opened his eyes and looked across the field. His eyes held a sorrow and anger that was directed not to the messenger, but to the subject of the news. Most rulers would have killed the messenger for bringing bad news, but Gryllians praised news that was good or bad. Knowledge and common sense was power to them.
He felt a pang in his heart as he remembered his brother from the memory of a time long ago. Kholo, to him, was misguided and searched for something that didn't offer what he thought. Kholo sought salvation from the Forerunners, of whom he had managed to set up cult to worship and do whatever possible to gain from the long lost civilization.
The Forerunners were an ancient and extraordinarily powerful race that existed eons ago. Their technology, seemingly impossible to destroy and easy to use for destruction, existed through the centuries unaffected by the corrosive process of time. Their weapons were capable of marring planets and causing stars to supernovae. Their faster-than-light slipstream travel was far advanced and allowed vessels to traverse the diameter of the galaxy within a hour or so. They constructed super-massive structures capable of wiping out life within the galaxy or harboring it.
The ancient race, a shadow of the past, seemed invulnerable. They controlled the entirety of the galaxy and its satellites with an iron fist that could be deemed as tyrannical, yet peaceful. But, no empire was indestructible.
The Flood, a parasitic race of unfathomable infectivity and power, existed and broke the ecumene. It unnoticeably corrupted the Forerunner's government and caused it rot from within. The Primordial, as one of the remaining Forerunner constructs named it, managed to bend a powerful asset of the Forerunner's to its will and had crippled them with this power.
Soon, as stories go, the Flood grew to power that could only be described as 'unrealistic.' They 'infested' the alternate dimension that was slipstream space, brought massive, far more ancient structures to life to crush planets and disable ships, and turn entire planets into one singular hive mind strategist.
All for the reason of revenge, so it seemed to Gryllisus. A long, thought out revenge. But, what for? Gryllisus did not know. The Forerunner constructs, so far, did not know the history prior to one million years ago.
The Gryllian emperor rose up from the ground and nodded to the courier. They left to the shuttle that rested several miles away and after an hour, they reached it. They set off from the Fields of Meditation and headed back to the capital city of Bimaculus, the capital world of the Gryllian Imperium, Primus.
Primus was huge and rested between and on two mountain ranges. There were platforms that rested on the sides of the mountains themselves. High above, also a part of Primus, were the great sky towers. They acted as atmospheric filters that kept pollution down to nothing and as aerial cities.
The great capital city held tall skyscrapers and great aerial pathways between buildings. Railways curved about the city and linked districts to districts. He enjoyed the view out of the window of the transport. The transport traveled underneath a bridge connecting the peaks of two huge skyscrapers. Eventually, the transport beheld a massive tower, wide at the base where there were other structures and railways. It then ran up like a pyramid and eventually turned into two pillars that ran up into the air until they merged once more at the peak.
The transport vessel hovered higher until it reached a platform jutting out from the main pillar. The vehicle grounded itself and gravity locks held it in place as Gryllisus and his courier left for the main room. They boarded a gondola to travel to the central hub, and when they reached it they took through several more halls and eventually found themselves in a huge, atrium-like room. In the center laid a holographic table that currently showed the Milky Way galaxy. Off to the sides, there were enormous windows that let in large amounts of the comforting sunlight. Above, chandeliers dangled and ribbons of light swirled and flexed around each crystal and stretched between each glamorous decoration. At the far end, there was a great desk with many holograph images and other pieces of décor.
They passed by multiple columns to reach the table and they both took the time to turn and admire the view of the city that was far below. Behind them, the door ringed and pulsed and opened as a group of Gryllians entered the room.
"Greetings brothers." Gryllisus welcomed the entering beings.
After some time exchanging salutations, they settled down on hover chairs that came out from the base of the central holographic table. They looked about as a smaller, holographic Gryllian appeared before them upon the table. It was covered in thick armor and, despite the very armor it wore, was helmet-less. It acknowledged the council before him with a courteous nod.
This was Superious, the Gryllian Imperium's finest discovery. It was a Forerunner-class AI that, rather than pledging its allegiance to Humanity, turned to the Gryllians as its master. It was an artifact that was discovered on a Forerunner installation that was upon a nearby world. However, despite the fact that it was a Forerunner ancilla, it was amnesiac, unfortunately for the Gryllians. Though, may it have had lost much memory, it was still very powerful and did recall some of the Forerunner era, especially the darkest times before the cleansing of the Flood.
"As you are aware, the traitor known as Kholo has been discovered." Superious stopped for a moment, anticipation building. "He has been discovered at the planet, Glory."
Much chatter commenced and Gryllisus could not help himself to become frozen in distraught. Hours earlier, he was remembering the battle. Now, he was more than likely going to visit the place that was devoid of known life. Even now, old derelict ships orbited the planet and one of its wrecked moons continued ripping itself apart slowly in its orbit. Much of the surface of the planet were scars now. That was mainly due to the magnetic accelerator siege cannons that were forced to destroy the Legio forces that were concentrated on one of its continents.
"How shall we engage this?" Gryllisus inquired.
"Currently, he has vessels orbiting a station over its only intact moon. I presume that he has found something very important on the planet, or moon. More than likely, they have found an artifact belonging to that of my creators." The ancilla responded.
"I suggest we send in a fleet and wipe them out. The execution would have to occur at close range, meaning we'll be going in headfirst. It'll be quick and deadly. Perhaps we'll stow our friends, the Colonials, along." Kronos suggested.
Kronos was the closest friend of Gryllisus. They fought together for over a thousand years, ever since their escape of the Legio Mechanicae's biological research world, BEW-719. The memory of the planet was capable of making all of the members of the Immortal Council shutter. From there on, Kronos remained to be Gryllisus's second-in-command and Supreme Lord of Admirals and greatest friend.
"That's another situation. Earlier, Kholo had attacked a Colonial station not too long ago. They will want to come along. The plan that you suggest would be best followed. Kholo's Cult fleets are not as powerful, and they use older variants of our weaponry." Superious informed, following Krono's suggestion.
"Then that path we shall follow." One member accepted.
"And I as well." Another followed suit.
Soon, the suggestion was accepted and the threatening feelings of Kholo had diminished. Of course, Gryllisus himself was worried. Kholo never let himself out in the open like this. Usually, he kept to small skirmishes and acts of piracy. There was something important about that place and Gryllisus felt that he knew. His treacherous brother must have found a Forerunner artifact and this artifact had to have been powerful in some sense.