My story

[Psikie]

How did I end up on this rock? Was my first impression of Rubi-Ka. Barren landscape of Newland Desert to forever overcast and raining coastal areas. How in this day and age can someone not correctly set weather regulators?

I was supposed to be on a pleasure trip to New Valencia a peaceful and tranquil vacation planet where I could meditate and relax. Still to this day has any explanation of why the shuttle detoured to this hell hole and further still what caused it to crash land!

After medical treatment reconstituted my body to this Nano breed, I have been forever marooned and linked to this planet. I have no choice to remain as I am now permanently infused with these invasive nanobots. I hate this place, the sights are offensive and the smells are worse.

My first sentient contact was a second hand peddler who had obviously bartered half of her brain cells away. She was noy much on conversation and no help. The only positive aspect it would seem is also a curse of having an immortal life as I can not trully die. This I found out through a nasty encounter with some mutant creature called a roller rat. Seeing my previous body being eaten was quite an experience as the rage inside me gathered into a focused ball of anger and struck out and killed the screaming little ball of hate. I gathered my usable equipment from my own corpse and fueled by rage destroyed ever creature I could see until I was exhausted.

As the hours turned to days I began to accept this fate that had befallen me. Instead of sinking into a depression I used that anger to fuel me. The more creatures I unleashed my anger upon the stronger I became. My control over the nanobots became more absolute. I learned new ways to harness these nanobots to ultimately not only harm but also to heal and at times confuse weak minded beings.

As my strength grew so to did my wealth and influence. Around this time did I learn of the rebellion against the ruling corporation on this rock. Warfare has never been something that has interested me in the slightest. My pursuits being purely spiritual and metaphysical in nature.

Over time I would gain followers and disciples. Our goal was to collect new arrivals to this world and lessen the culture shock of first time travelers to this nightmare planet. With numbers our influence grew to a very profitable escort service to the distant corners of terraformed soil. We studied the inhabitants from tribal rhino men to territorial spiders and the various mutant races. Learning safe passes and shortcuts in every inhabitable zone.

With the opening of the shadowlands I finally felt as if a fog had been lifted from my minds eye. On rubi ka I had always felt as if my breathing was labored and forced. The notum rich shadowlands I finally felt fully alive. My studies took turns I had never imagined or dreamed in this new exciting climate. Some of my fondest memories have been spent in the Adonis ruins immersed in metawater. This is the path I had always been destined for and true spiritual enlightenment I finally achieved.

My mind, body, and spirit have been opened to new ideas and actions and although I can never truly die, I am only now truly alive.

[Tussa]

((Great to see more stories! Woo! Keep writing, Psikie!
Would the moderator move this to Rubi-Ka Buzz, where IC stories and posts should go?))

[Psikie]

The Sisterhood of the Wolf. That is who we are. My sisters and I seek divine knowledge. Only through knowledge is true power achieved. We have traveled far and long for the path of enlightenment. Still I hunger, still I crave, am I doomed to forever be unsatisfied no matter how much knowledge I gorge my appetite on?

I am not totally unlike my 3 sisters, our family bond is strong if not perverted. The eldest Psikie could technically be called our mother. The virgin mother did not birth us so much as clone us. What kind of hold did she have on that Omni-Med technician? How did she convince him to use some of her "genetic material" from her reclaim pattern? Not once, not twice, but three times? I was the first but soon 2 more would follow. The link we all share goes beyond physical, we are in each others thoughts. We know exactly what each other will and won't do, has and has not done. They know that I am writing in my journal now for sentimental value to history. Not to divulge some secret of the universe.

I suppose the how is not important, as there are parts of the Queen-sister's mind that are not open to any of us. The why is the question. The why is what drove me for many years. And for many I wandered and searched for meaning in it all. High and low through many trials and tribulations, I still had not found what I was looking for. I searched for money and I searched for power until my dominance of my craft was complete and enlightenment was gained.

Yet I was unfulfilled, there was an emptiness still inside me. The was always an inner presense of millions of nanobots coursing through my viens always itching, always unscratchable beneath my skin. Even that was no comfort to my inner void. Is this all there is to life? My sister said only that a path must be chosen by myself to walk, lest I stand still for all eternity.

So I walked, and retraced my life and my rapid accension to enlightenment. In doing so I realized the journey that had been missed. A piece here and there I picked up from abandoned facilities, dungeons, and dusty libraries. Once I spoke with redeemed and unredeemed prophits and learned of the Xan, just like my elder I was hooked.

Into enigmatic temples and crypts I scoured for information. Often violently I had to extract the information I seeked from the temple dwelers. My favorites are the fallen ones from the time of the cataclysm. Some are confused, others deranged and mad, but they all had information I desired. So they too all fell to my divine power and control of nanobots.

It was the strange encounter with Milner that opened my eyes to my Sisters goals. I understood now why she created me. I understood why I had to find the path on my own. I understood why we are 4. I understood my place. I understood my role.

I am Psifury I am The Tomb-raider.

[Psikie]

Three of 4. That was my vat number. 3 of four. That was my label. 3/4 that is what I am, part of a whole. Part of the process. Part of the system to completion.

Time is fleeting even for an immortal such as myself. For immortality did not save the Xan. In their divine righteousness they could not see that life is but a journey. All journeys must have a beginning and so to must they have an end.

The journey takes many forms but only here on Rubi-Ka does one fully understand from all life the source springs, and to the source must all life return.

In my travels I have seen many wonders both beautiful and horrific. It has enlightened me to the struggle of life. Many tangible dualities (such as light and dark, fire and water, and male and female) are physical manifestations of the duality of the source. For only through life can death manifest itself. The circle of life represents harmony and balance, and the Sister-Queen-Mother teaches distinctions between good and bad, along with other dichotomous moral judgments, are perceptual, not real.

That is what brings me to be. To correct imbalances in the cycle. I am without emotion in my task. There is no passion, only duty. The brink dwellers serve no purpose but entropy. They do not serve death for life to be reborn, rather they destroy so only emptiness remains. Am I mad in my pursuit of these demons? Am I mad in thinking that the cataclysm was caused by these agents of entropy attempting to engulf the source? Perhaps but it is not your place to judge, nor my place to question.

I am Psiblast I am The Demon-Slayer.

[Psikie]

The Alpha and The Omega, there can be no end without a begining. I am the culmination of years of planning. It is through me that all of my mother's plans can come to bare. I am the anvil that my sisters were forged upon.

The techno shaman has given us visions of clarity. Through novictum scrying devices there are ways to communicate with the great beyond. The fathomless umbra that spirits reside in. Under normal circumstances these celestial beings are contacted only at incarnators. The Queen mother has learned of several holy places on rubi-ka that make such contact possible without the shadowlands sprit tech.

But such knowledge is not without cost. In order for the the new servants to have fellowship with our high priestess we must occupy the dragons for a time. A never ending cycle as old as the rising and setting of the sun and moon. We hunt the dragons as they hunt our priestess.

As Servants of the 8 we worship alongside our spirit guide brethren medusa for understanding of lost knowledge. For spiritual guidance, and clarity of thought. Once per month when celestial bodies collide our divine priestess holds sermon. We are forever in our devotion, her words mana for our eternal souls. Though our foes are many, our mistress has given us the tools to battle these beasts where they lair. In a mockery of the once grand halls of our priestess the dragons lurk. Waiting and watching for any sign of our priestess to return. Forever banning our devoted from the once sacred place. With my hammers I will smite them. Locked in our never ending cycle of life, death, and re-birth.

From our holy tome: Verse 11: The pact of The Eight was set - One will, one mind, one way. Their trials began swiftly, as The First set against their movement, seeking to bar their entry from what it had coveted. Eight times they fought, eight times they won, eight times The First retreated to its beginning. But in this darkness came sanctuary, and in sanctuary came their undoing.

I am Psitank I am The Seeker of Pain.

[Psikie]

The moment is upon us as we stare across the precipice. Down below is their quarry, even from here the smell of noxious fumes rise from the defiled keep. The group double checks their equipment and verifies all of their nanobots are working properly by reviewing their HUDs.

Long ago this was a beautiful structure built into the volcano that now only houses the she devil Xark and her brood. The dragon waits and guards this location for the return of the techno shaman. These dragons are agents of entropy and chaos and seek to destroy any and all who bring order to the shadowlands. Nhohor upset this balance by crafting items of order to allow mortals to not only walk among the divine but actually to ascend the path of enlightement also.

The group surveys the terrain, noting distances between the multitude of dragon hatchilings. Gauging the best direction to launch their attack from. Down into the pit they go, one by one. Stealth is irrelevant the monsters keen senses are aware of the intruders to their lair, but with age and power comes indifference. They under estimate their foes, too often being the hunters and never the hunted the dragons feel safe, invulnerable, untouchable.

With precision the group lures the young inexperienced dragons away from the pack one by one off to a secluded section of the volcano. Nano bots swirl and cloud the young dragon minds into a deep hibernation. No alarms are raised, no warnings are given.

The Seeker of Pain was the first to act, belowing a berserker chant and charging forth to strike the first blow to the ancient dragon. The nano enhanced rage caught the dragon by surprise, blow after blow in rapid succesion stunned the creature and focused it attention soley on the offender before her. Meanwhile the team mates quickly sorrounded the beast and the assault continued in earnest. The battle was long and in between the ebb and flow the outcome was easy to see. The warriors would be triumphant and carry off trophys of their conquest. A gruesome display of hacking and sawing 3 fleshy whiskers from the dead dragons face.

For a time this area would know peace as entropy will require some time to ascend another dragon replacement here. The troupe had not much time for celebration, there was yet another dragon in this land to slay. Once the deeds completed 2 of the unholy trinity lay vanqueshed and only the ritual to begin. It will not be long before the high priestess can once again share her ancient knowledge with her disciples.