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Preterhuman

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Grey-Phantom-07, Oct 18, 2020 at 2:38 AM.

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    Grey-Phantom-07

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    Preternhuman
    Chapter 0
    Part 0
    In the Beginning




    The rays of the sun pierced the thick dust clouds to bring light upon the dead landscape of a barren world.

    A planet without oceans, without moon, without life. And if fate’s word was to be believed, it would never bear it in its entire existence.

    High above in orbit though, a battle of untold proportions was waged by creatures too primordial to make sense of.

    A mass of unfathomable darkness born of the miscarriage of a primal universe fought and bit down upon another great vortex of sentient umbral energies. Brothers birthed at the dawn of creation, abominations too old and primeval for the comprehension of any other life beyond their own. If they could even be considered life.

    The first darkness coiled around its identical opponent, trying to envelop it, attempting to consume it for all its worth, yet the second was just as nimble and amorphous at the latter. Turning into forms designed to counteract the attempt at cosmic phagocitation, it escaped and turned into a piercing jaw that sank down its preternatural fangs into the inky darkness of its fellow.

    The first retaliated by turning part of itself into a tendril of inconceivable night, striking down the second and sending its life force raining down upon the world beneath.

    The battle would go one for millennia, neither creature surpassing the other, but both draining each other bit by bit until nothing remained to retain cohesion. Such was the fate of the preternatural primes of reality. Of the beings of beyond and after and before. For death, as strange and vague the term was to beings so primordial and alien as them, was the only way for them to be free from each other’s existence.

    Back to being one with the harmonious forces of the infant universe.

    But our story is not of them.

    But of the blood that fell upon the barren soils of this world.

    Yet in this inert state, nothing would ever come of it. It seemed that fate planned stagnation and decay for the shard of the primordial entity.

    Or did it?

    In the far tackles void beyond of this world’s dead atmosphere, the orbit of this world would condemn it to impact with a fellow astral object of great size. And far above the skies, came Fate’s decree.

    The strike came at an angle, causing the first world to survive, if greatly scarred, while the smaller second planet would be obliterated in its entirety. Great forces would collide, shattering the crust and igniting the mantle beyond the already immense heat that heated magma could provide. The pull of gravity would take hold and the scattered carcass of the second world would be pulled into a ring orbit, to give birth to a new object that would orbit the first planet until the end of days.

    Millions of years passed and by fate’s benevolence, comets brimming with water, the genesis of life would rain down throughout the coming eons. On this once dead planet, a vast ocean will rise to rule the vast percentage of the landmass.

    And on this primeval world, still unliving, the reflection of a white moon will shine throughout its nights.

    Millions of years will pass, and many more, before the first self-replicating polymers would rise the path to true life. Eons will go on forever more before the Dance of Life begins in earnest and the race of evolutionary adaptation takes hold.

    Many eras will come and go, untold mass extinctions and trials by fate will come and go throughout this humble planet’s existence. But its tales will be forever remembered by the blood of the primorldial that seeded it.

    From the first eukaryote, to the first worm. To the schools of fish that will take rule in the seas to the great scorpions that will tread the barren primeval sands of the earth. From the rise of reptiles to the fall of dinosaurs. The coming of mammals and their rule unbroken.

    And the rise of the first sapient, when the races of apes walk tall on their hind legs and gaze upon the heavens, unknowing of their truest of origins.

    Earth has survived and through the blood of a god, it will remember it all.
     
  2. krahe

    krahe Not too sore, are you?

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    Preterhuman

    Chapter 1

    Part 1



    -------------Age [Post Unification] Year [1374] Month [Unknown] Day [Unknown]------------------

    In a system bathed by the light of a golden sun, three planets rotated in harmonious elliptical orbits.

    This system was one of the most commonly arranged midst the vastness of the cosmos. As universal tradition dictates, this system possesses a large burning gas giant at the forefront, living in a sharp and rapid orbit around its star, constantly set ablaze by its immense energies. This immense proximity and speed of rotation and orbit meant that the gas giant was constantly being bombarded by the stellar winds and unending heat, forcing it to expand to sizes that Jupiter could only look upon in envy if a planet could ever suffer from such things, but at the same time loose much of its mass, making it insubstantial compared to the fifth planet of System Solar.

    Beyond this world one small and barren rock floated in space in its nearly circular orbit. Far too close to its star to be in the Goldilocks Zone, it would never bare life.

    And further beyond, another planet, this one lives on the edges of the habitable zone, yet its atmosphere is not conducive to life. Too cold to maintain liquid water and moonless. Another dead world.

    Beyond these lifeless bodies of compressed stellar dust only meteors and dwarf planets lurked.

    An uninteresting and unassuming system. Bland and barren.

    But not for long.

    A flash of impossibly colored lights indicated the change of times. Another flash appeared not a second after. Then another, and another until the empty void was brought alit by the coming of ships who have been traveling the Void of Dreams for decades.

    Dozens of flashes, each of varying sizes and intensity demonstrating the sheer scale and number of the fleet that was dropping from FTL on this system.

    As the last flashes ended, the system was no longer devoid of life or purposeful action. Now, a fleet one hundred and thirty strong flew as a swarm of engines in the void.

    Sharp, angular and made to look like bastardized offspring of bladed fish and arthropods, the Banished Fleet had come to its new home. Millions of light years away, far from the clutches of the Duchala, the last remnants of the umbrella term of Humanity, have finally reached the Euclid Galaxy after seventy years of travel.

    At the epicenter of the fleet, the largest vessel and flagship of the fleet, began its resurrection rites to reawaken its dormant crew.

    Within the vowels of this vessel’s frozen interior, life began to stir. Great pillars of solidified cytostatic bio fluid of non-Euclidean techno-sorcery containing thousands upon thousands of humanity’s various exemplars began to thaw out. Like great icebergs containing frozen kings of old, the vast techno-arcane circuitry called upon its greatest minds. The Kings, the Primaries, the Scholars and the Warriors first were roused from their slumber so that a new course could be taken.

    The vast digitalized Phantasmal intelligences that piloted the vessels were beings of inconceivable power and intellect, capable of processing quintillions of operations in less of the span of an eye blink, but even they could make errors. Their sentience matrixes had to be purposely limited and specialized for the travel of intergalactic distances through a realm of creatures of a paranatural make up, lest their stray thoughts act like beacons to the conceptual predators that lurk there. More than one ship had been claimed by these beings and the fleet could have reached its destination ages ago, had it forgone the thousand safety precautions needed for such travel, especially through the primal void.

    The reason why the flagship’s leadership was being awakened.

    Their long voyage was complete. Now, was to find a home.

    The first mind that awoke was of meta-mechanical nature, kept in its own specialized containment field to limit its thoughts and ideas to a crawl to avoid calling the Dream predators from beyond. Primarch, the oldest of the Constructed Minds and possibly the greatest Sentient in human history arose first. Cognitophagic Stupor had little effect on a Sentient’s mind, but did not mean that it wasn’t altered in some way. But none had ever remained in such a state for more than half a century of travel though the deeper reaches of the Void of Dreams.

    An organic human’s equivalent would be to feel the effects of a long night of drinking alcoholic beverages without concern for one’s future state.

    To say that he was having the hangover of his life would be an understatement.

    “By the Void of Stars…… my everything…” He complained.

    The networked Phantasms of the fleet snorted at their leader’s state of being before sending him a sympathetic pulse. “We apologize Primarch, but there is nothing we can do about that.”

    “I hate Empyreal Travel… I hate it so much…” He muttered before red lines of code indicating his irritation flew across the servers. Eventually, his digital hangover slowly receded and he managed to gain his senses. At least enough to make clear decisions. “How is the state of the fleet? How many did we lose?”

    Data began to flow into his being as he connected with the servers. “Twenty seven vessels were lost to Empyrean Spawn, while sixteen were caught up in Conceptual Storms and eddies. In total over six thousand lives were lost during the Long Voyage.” They began, their voices somber and mournful, “The three remaining members of the Lithomorphic species were lost in those events, unfortunately their nature is very difficult to contain within cognitophagic stupor and the resulting stray memetic resonance brought about the first and second Empyreal Spawn attacks. Thankfully the data regarding their creation was not lost.”

    “But it will be another century before the Lithomorphs can be brought back from extinction.”

    “Affirmative.”

    Sighing despite his lack of pneumatic systems, Primarch returned to reading the reports in the meta-memetic servers, but given the limitations imposed on his physical and digital capabilities, compounded by the after effects of the Stupor he was limited in how much data intake he could handle for the foreseeable future. Despite the loss of the Lithomorphs, the Voyage went far better than expected. Sure, thirty three ships and six thousand lives lost is not something to scoff about, especially considering that this fleet is all that remains of mankind. But predictions showed that they were to arrive with two thirds of the fleet missing. The only people that claimed contrary to such predictions were the very designers of the E-D2 Engines (Empyrean-Diver Drive Engines) and the Hexagramatic Fields of Star Laws. The very reason why they could travel so far and fast through the deeper areas of the Sea of Souls. “Apparently Hermaeus and his little cult of crazies were right after all.”

    “To be fair, most people agree that they are… off at the best to times. But when it comes to things related to memetics and the Void of Dreams, it is rare for anyone to trump them at anything.”

    “You can say that again.” Hermaeus Mora, the most versed in the field of memetics, metaphysics, Dream-craft and anything that relates to the Empyrean. He and his Worm worshipping cult of technosorcerers and other weird stuff are from a species of human that was birthed in one, if not, the worst incident during humanity’s earliest attempts at using the Void of Dreams for their advantage. And it resulted in an entire species of Lovecraftian humans who worship a giant benevolent cosmic worm god of time and paradoxes. Well… even more Lovecraftian… humanity has undergone serious changes throughout its five millennia of space travel.

    Primarch has no clue as to how that was even possible, but, it’s the Empyrean. Crazy shit happens in there all the time.

    Eventually the organics and derivatives defrosted completely and awoke. Then the aches and complaints and groans began soon after.

    “Oh… by the Voids… I feel like if my brain was put on an industrial grade blender and flash connected to supercharged fusion reactor.” General Vill remarked as he rubbed his temples. The poor magnad tried to rise but tumbled and decided that being on the ground was a far better idea than trying to get up. Unfortunately his armored clothes were uncomfortable. Why did they need to be entombed in their official regalia?

    Next to him captain Andersaen decided to add his little commentary. “Make it a Stellarite Mark 7b reactor and I am inclined to agree with you.”

    Hermaeus smirked as he got out of the cryostasis pod, completely standing tall and proud and eyeing his comrades with his strange freaky eyes. “I told you that my creations would work. The Void speaks true of our success as a species and the Worm smiles upon us. This I know.” Then his knees buckled. “Now… if only I could find a bucket…”

    On the other side of the director of Cerberus, the cognitae Tharn Harp used his vast neural implants to momentarily connect to the memetic servers, only for his brain to suffer a cataclysmic head ache. “Oh my bloody brain…” Then he immediately disconnected. “Not doing that again…”

    Anytha Ghoul snorted as she turned to the last member to be mentioned and frowned at the sight of the man as he stood tall without any visible signs of the Cognitophage Wards. “Well someone is still a hardass, Star Admiral Hakketh.” Then the Admiral tried to take a step forwards, only for his step to buckle and force him to rest on his knee. “Never mind.”

    The admiral grunted in annoyance. “I am not in any mood to deal with this crap.”

    Hermaeus spoke on his place on the floor. “The effects of the Cognitophagic Wards have to run their course Admiral… lest more serious effects become a reality.”

    Hakketh knew that, but he still did not like to feel like if he was having an Aberrant Genomorph repeatedly stomp on his head. “Status update.” He commanded of Primarch and the Sentient sent his nod through a hologram, opting for not going through psy-pulse transmissions and instead doing it the old fashioned way. The synthetic entity gave the magnad a brief overview of the events that had happened during the Long Voyage, including the loss of the three Lithomorphs and the six thousand people that lost their lives. “I see.” He turned to Hermaeus. “It seems you were right after all Metatech Hermaeus Mora. After today, you and your group will receive a promotion.”

    The metatech gave the man a double thumbs up from his resting place. “I’ll gladly take a bucket instead.”

    Anytha snorted. “I’m sure everyone here agrees with your sentiment.” She paused as she tried to stand, with mild success. “Now, where to settle.”

    A feminine voice interjected, “Well, we have that planet over there.” Commented one of the Phantasms as the holograms shifted to present the third planet of the system. A rocky world, 10% smaller than earth, though denser due to the higher amounts of present metals in both the core and the crust. Likewise it had an atmosphere, even if it wasn’t breathable, and was within the outer edges of the Goldilocks zone.

    All in all, considering humanity’s current technological level, colonizing that planet would be relatively easy.

    Harp narrowed his eyes at the proposition, he liked the prospect of a colony on such a decidedly nice planet... however. “But is the system conducive? We really don’t want to deal with some damnable xenos just because we landed in their back yard.”

    The Phantasm’s avatar shrugged. “Well, sir, we have found absolutely no forms of signals being sent or received of any kind.”

    “Radio waves?” Harp asked.

    “Nuh uh.”

    Then he went off listing more and more exotic known means of comuniactations known to man. From the least advanced like photon burst transmissions to the incredibly advanced Phase Space Wave Pulses and Astropathic Meme Burst.

    All of them were shot down by the Phantasm.

    “Dreamsleve astropathic waves?”

    And again the Phantasm’s avatar shook her petite form’s head. “Super-duper no. All I get from the Dream is the usual Spawn echo calls. Nothing else.”

    They all turned to Hermaeus. “Herma, how certain are you that there is no great risk for us here in this galaxy?”

    The man in question looked at them with his multi-iris eyes. “The Worm speaks in riddles and vague statements filled with lies and deceptions. But within the labyrinth of conceptual sounds and gargling tunes of deception, the thread of truth can be found. There is something here that could pose a danger to us. But only if we do not heed the warnings and remain unprepared.”

    They all looked at each other. Harp decided to try and connect with them telepathically and found out that while the head ache was still present, it was manageable. The others realized it too and therefore opened their links towards each other and the memetic servers. Their minds expanded towards Primarch and then to all vessels, reawakening the vast gestalt of the umbrella collective of Humankind.

    They sensed as more and more of their kind awakened from their slumber, while thousands more remained asleep awaiting the moment a proper civilization could be provided. Vast psychic energies began to course through the metaphysical servers of the species.

    The deeper systems began to grow as the eldritch thoughts of the Magnads, the Obscurus, the Phantasms, the Sentients, the Wyrms, the Cybrex, Cardinals and many more forms that humanity took began to grow awake. The strange non-Euclidean principles of the Between began to formulate and a decision throughout the gestalt was taken.

    The colonization of Mundus had begun.

    --------------------------END-----------------------------------------------

    AN: Tell me what you think so far. All events that transpired to the human race will be explored and explained in future chapters. Their technology will also be explained soon enough.
     
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    Assblaster5000 Know what you're doing yet?

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    Only two chapters on and I'm already hooked. This promises to be an interesting ride.
     
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    krahe Not too sore, are you?

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    Shout out on shout out, also
    Cultists-Humanity: Shows up
    The Council:
     
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    Grey-Phantom-07 Making the rounds.

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    I hope i don't disappoint.

    No primitive humanity + elder preterhumans.... Would cause too much shit.

    But i could create a scenario where they do exist. But i will have to change the names of some characters.
     
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    krahe Not too sore, are you?

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    Ah .. thanks for the clarification. Though considering that one worships a near dead militaristic ancestral race while the other venerates an extradimensional worm god of paradoxes and freaky shit... Well... It's gonna be funny.

    Especially when you consider what happened between the protheans and humans.

    Hanar: have you heard the word of our lords and saviors the Protheans?
    Preterhumans: Yes actually. They attacked us and we summoned our Worm God to trap then in a time paradox for eternity.
    Hanar: O_O

    PS: not what actually happened but the Protheans would regret having attacked Lovecraft's chosen followers.
     
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    Autocorruptor Getting out there.

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    I have no clue where the hell this story is going, but I want to see. Watched.
     
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