BlackJade

For 30,000 years, war has ravaged the cosmos.


The Humans, a materialistic faction, governed by The Council. The Governed Space. 

The Ren'tarri, a spiritual faction, led by The Cardinals and The Avatar. The Star Space. 

The Welrog, a territorial and splintered race, split into many factions led by many Warlords. The Fractured Space.

The Helgaia, an ancient cult seeking to end all life led by The Abyssal Lord. The Abyssal Space. 

And finally, the Denarus, a coalition formed from by the different races for sake of being left out of the war, led by The Overseer. The Sheltered Space. 



For 30,000 years this war has raged between these five. Unspeakable plots and tragedies as well as tales of heroism have been written and forgotten in the annals of history. 
And now the past comes back to greet the present. A project, long since abandoned and forgotten, has been unearthed.
Something so terrifying, entire solar systems were destroyed to be rid of it. 

From the ashes it rises.


Notice: As the story can/will be quite violent and bloody, caution is recommended.

Starfire Beginnings

Another two days had gone by. And for another two days the mechanized battalion and the blob played hide and seek in the city. The girl had parted with the blob after the initial escape.


The blob was quite large now. Not far from it lay the wreckage of a tank that it was in the middle of devouring. Around a dozen Orum tentacles were embedded in it. To the P.D.F. the loss of single tank wasn't much. To the blob though, it was a treasure.


The rectangular metal prism was pulled out of the wreck gently by a tentacle before being reattached to the Solarite Reactor. An Orum tentacle then reached out to it. Unlike other tentacles, this one had a more rectangular metal end on it. Wiring could be seen at the base of the rectangle. The tentacle "plugged" into the prism. A few Orum tentacles could be seen pulling back into the blob. Around half an hour later they reemerged from the blob, different. They had long metal barrels at their ends, and lots of wiring and other circuitry could be seen running along the tentacles. Some of the metal on the blob's surface seemed to be squirming as well.


The madmen who created this horror deserved to be called geniuses for what they accomplished in the end.


When the blob and the mechanized battalion next met, it would certainly be a massacre once more. The blob continued to move through the sewers, claiming hundreds of lives each time it emerged. Well, tried to at least. It was too large to squeeze through the manholes now, so only its tentacles went outside.


The blob moved along the sewers and reached a place not far from where it had been two days ago.


It's tentacles reached up and removed the manhole covering before snaking outside. Several corpses were dragged back before Orum tentacles went out. The tentacles moved rather quickly toward a power relay station. All of the actual power plants were located not far from the city, but because of their volatile nature they couldn't be within city limits.


The Orum tentacles reached the relay station and began to burrow into various powerlines and siphon off power little by little. The blob stayed for some time. Some of its tentacles began to grow longer and longer as they stretched through the sewers.


The extra power had sped up the blob's growth.


There were four relay stations in the city, over the past two days while the blob dragged itself around it located all four. With the extra power it was extending some of its tentacles so it could reach all four at the same time. It wasn't that it was greedy for more power, but rather, it realized it didn't have much time before more measures, possibly extreme measures were taken against it. Little by little the tentacles grew.


Chapter 4.2