Post by MINI EVENT on Jul 23, 2013 6:59:13 GMT
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul?
Oh, Death
Who will have mercy on your soul?
Oh, Death
There was once a time when a great and mighty empire ruled a plane not unlike Asgard. On the other side of Dark Space, in the great void beyond the Nine Realms, was a noble and proud race of telepathic humanoids. They lived peaceably, for in a world where all minds were united, discontent was swiftly found and soothed. The world lived symbiotically, matters at one with each other. Physical defense mechanisms were tailored by evolution to face against violent wind windstorms, sulphuric acid rains and metal snowfalls. Though they had powerful exoskeletons, the creatures had no use for their armor when it came to matters of war – they were designed to defend against the elements and that which eventually found their world was unlike anything they had faced in their natural habitat.
Thanos came to them with an army comprised of the conquered, tearing down the world for no better purpose than to harvest its inhabitants for their flesh and, in particular, the exoskeletons that nature had taken millions of years to evolve properly. There was no warning, no time to prepare and even if there had been, the race knew nothing of such violent affairs and would have been incapable of forming an adequate defence. They were slaughtered, their world burned, the remnants of their lives torn asunder until all that remained was the husks of a civilization, burning against the blood red skies.
Thanos had them harvested, brought to laboratories where they were stripped apart like machines and rebuilt, reformed in the image Thanos wanted. They were transformed into cybernetic creatures comprised of organic metal and living materials of their original bodies, their exoskeletons turned into metal armor to protect the flimsy flesh that no amount of experimenting could strengthen. Beneath the skeletons that had once been home, now graphed to their skin by metal and wire, were bodies no stronger, no more agile or enduring, than that of a human.
The pain of their transformation was impossible to endure and the more of them that were transformed, the more they began to sink into madness. Thanos circumvented the insanity by removing the need for free thinking. He transplanted their brains with computer chips, keeping the race connected through motherships and motherboards than the collective hive mind they had always known. He tore from them their very essence, leaving behind nothing more than drones. Drones that knew fear but were incapable of acting upon it. Drones that fought without concept or need for mercy. The Chitauri were built to purge the worlds Thanos dictated as their targets of the one thing they had already lost – freedom.
The world itself is desolate, its rivers coagulated with blood and rot from the laboratories in which the Chitauri, among other conquered species, are born, bred and altered to their fighting forms. Their Leviathans, amiable creatures that once roamed their world with the same docile nature of Earth’s blue whales, being a primary source of the river’s altered flows. Even they have been altered, bearing the same metal alloys and inorganic mind control centers as their smaller counterparts and therefore connected to the same mind. Gentle beasts, the voices of the Chitauri took some time to assimilate, though now they are born and bred to be deaf and braindead, so that all that which they do is controlled by the mothership.
It is here, to this ravaged plane, that Thanos takes his enemies and turns them forcibly into allies. Where his allies are reminded of why betrayal is simply not an option. Here on this realm are the grotesque parodies of countless souls, creatures of the Dark Plane that lived only to be overtaken and overruled. There is no freedom, there is no will but the will of Thanos. Here is where the Jotuns have seen the price of failure, and have paid for cooperation. Here is where the kings of Svartalfhiem twist and writhe under his control. Here is where Thanos builds and deploys, but here is not where Thanos sleeps.
There are other worlds, other desolate wastelands where he rests. One he gave to the Other, a planet colder than any true Chitauri could have survived on. Blue and washed with the ice of ages, lit by lights of a civilization discarded, the corpses of this world reek not for they have been well buried by the chill of the realm. Here was where the Midgard Serpent was enslaved and here was from whence the serpent escaped, doubtless with aid from the father who betrayed.
There is no world that does not fall before Thanos when he chooses to take it. His arrogance boundless, validated by the endlessness of his bloodstained successes, he takes aim now upon the worlds that have dared to defy him. Jotuns will be called to rise, the Elves forced to attack, the Chitauri as obedient as ever alongside their conquered brethren. Asgard, will fall. Midgard, will fall. And when they do, he who betrayed will understand why he who courts death should never be challenged, never be questioned. For death obeys but one master – and that master has been, and always will be, THANOS.
-Chitauri have strong exoskeletons made of organic metal and living tissue
-This armor makes them susceptible to electricity, extreme heat and extreme cold
-Beneath the armor they are no stronger than the average non-mutated human
-They are connected to a hive-mind controlled by the motherships
-Destroy the mothership, shut down the Chitauri
-They have no will or concept of freedom of their own
-They do not recall their history
-They know not pity or remorse
-Their objective is to liberate targeted planets of freedom.
Thanos came to them with an army comprised of the conquered, tearing down the world for no better purpose than to harvest its inhabitants for their flesh and, in particular, the exoskeletons that nature had taken millions of years to evolve properly. There was no warning, no time to prepare and even if there had been, the race knew nothing of such violent affairs and would have been incapable of forming an adequate defence. They were slaughtered, their world burned, the remnants of their lives torn asunder until all that remained was the husks of a civilization, burning against the blood red skies.
Thanos had them harvested, brought to laboratories where they were stripped apart like machines and rebuilt, reformed in the image Thanos wanted. They were transformed into cybernetic creatures comprised of organic metal and living materials of their original bodies, their exoskeletons turned into metal armor to protect the flimsy flesh that no amount of experimenting could strengthen. Beneath the skeletons that had once been home, now graphed to their skin by metal and wire, were bodies no stronger, no more agile or enduring, than that of a human.
The pain of their transformation was impossible to endure and the more of them that were transformed, the more they began to sink into madness. Thanos circumvented the insanity by removing the need for free thinking. He transplanted their brains with computer chips, keeping the race connected through motherships and motherboards than the collective hive mind they had always known. He tore from them their very essence, leaving behind nothing more than drones. Drones that knew fear but were incapable of acting upon it. Drones that fought without concept or need for mercy. The Chitauri were built to purge the worlds Thanos dictated as their targets of the one thing they had already lost – freedom.
The world itself is desolate, its rivers coagulated with blood and rot from the laboratories in which the Chitauri, among other conquered species, are born, bred and altered to their fighting forms. Their Leviathans, amiable creatures that once roamed their world with the same docile nature of Earth’s blue whales, being a primary source of the river’s altered flows. Even they have been altered, bearing the same metal alloys and inorganic mind control centers as their smaller counterparts and therefore connected to the same mind. Gentle beasts, the voices of the Chitauri took some time to assimilate, though now they are born and bred to be deaf and braindead, so that all that which they do is controlled by the mothership.
It is here, to this ravaged plane, that Thanos takes his enemies and turns them forcibly into allies. Where his allies are reminded of why betrayal is simply not an option. Here on this realm are the grotesque parodies of countless souls, creatures of the Dark Plane that lived only to be overtaken and overruled. There is no freedom, there is no will but the will of Thanos. Here is where the Jotuns have seen the price of failure, and have paid for cooperation. Here is where the kings of Svartalfhiem twist and writhe under his control. Here is where Thanos builds and deploys, but here is not where Thanos sleeps.
There are other worlds, other desolate wastelands where he rests. One he gave to the Other, a planet colder than any true Chitauri could have survived on. Blue and washed with the ice of ages, lit by lights of a civilization discarded, the corpses of this world reek not for they have been well buried by the chill of the realm. Here was where the Midgard Serpent was enslaved and here was from whence the serpent escaped, doubtless with aid from the father who betrayed.
There is no world that does not fall before Thanos when he chooses to take it. His arrogance boundless, validated by the endlessness of his bloodstained successes, he takes aim now upon the worlds that have dared to defy him. Jotuns will be called to rise, the Elves forced to attack, the Chitauri as obedient as ever alongside their conquered brethren. Asgard, will fall. Midgard, will fall. And when they do, he who betrayed will understand why he who courts death should never be challenged, never be questioned. For death obeys but one master – and that master has been, and always will be, THANOS.
-Chitauri have strong exoskeletons made of organic metal and living tissue
-This armor makes them susceptible to electricity, extreme heat and extreme cold
-Beneath the armor they are no stronger than the average non-mutated human
-They are connected to a hive-mind controlled by the motherships
-Destroy the mothership, shut down the Chitauri
-They have no will or concept of freedom of their own
-They do not recall their history
-They know not pity or remorse
-Their objective is to liberate targeted planets of freedom.