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== INCOMING TEXT MESSAGE FROM KRILGORE ==

One hundred and thirty four ticks ago The 15th galactic war erupted and the fight for supremacy began in a quick, and not always orderly fashion. The Mighty Kril fleet took the initiatve early inthe game in hopes to gain a permenent foothold and lead in the war by attacking and ravaging the Lizards and their Tower in Durious Highlands. The battle went well until the Krils were forced to retreat and lick their wounds.

They tried again. And the rest up to this point is history.

Now the Bors, defeated and shaken by a combined Tib and Kril effort, have withdrawn homeward to lick their own wounds and mend some shattered ego's.

Although numorous parts of Krilgore still burn, and clean-up is still underway from the Bor assault, this paper has re-risen from the flames and wil promptly do it's best to report the events as they unfold within the Krilgorian Legion.

More news will come, as the Kronicle's offices are rebuilt and refurbished!*

*Papers standard transmission shall resume once the Kronicle has rounded up the reporting teams and staff to better serve.

*Author: SpiderWolve 
*Posted: 11 October 2004 7:30


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KRILS SAY "CHEESE PLEASE!"

In what can only be described as bizarre, the entire Krilgorian legion has suddenly found a taste for cheese and has gone crazy over it. "I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT!", screams a crazed DoomWarrior as he rockets past, pressing his cloaker to the limits of structural tolerance. "I can't explain it", explains carrier captain Lysander, "how can I be said to be explaining something that I can't explain? OH! You mean the cheese, yeah, right, well, I dunno, I'm just....drawn to it."

All throughout the legion, pilots voice similar accounts and now, with no real guidance and no plan in particular, the ships of Krilgore are migrating westwards, following the distinctive scent of Tibran green cheese and being tempted by the pungent, delicious aromas of Ajaxian blues.

In an exclusive first, I was able to personally interview the Krilgorian LC, Reema, regarding this matter:

So, where did this sudden cheese-lust arise from?

hmmph shcrmphth schlorp kraalp thrwoorp

Erm, do you think you could stop stuffing your face with cheese for one second to answer some questions?

skralch shlchup schlchop mrbrulk

Oh, that's just disgusting, didn't your mother teach you to close your mouth when eating?

wurletch blerk hoslyt florkch

*takes cheese* Give me some information....biatch!

*desperate* HEY! Give that back! Really, I don't know anything, try Tenebra!

Investigative journalism at its finest I went to find this.....'Tenebra'. Eventually I found her in the Tibran Mining Colony, sitting in a corner moaning, her belly swollen, surrounded by blue cheese husks and half eaten cheesecakes.

So Tenebra, can you tell me what started this cheese obsession?

Awwww, I think I'm gonna be sick...

Um..yes, well...

BLEEEEERRG....oooh....RAAAEEEALTCH. Oh, gees, I'm sorry about that, what a waste of good cheese, here let me fix that.

GET AWAY FROM ME! STOP TRYING TO LICK IT OFF, YOU'RE SICK!@

Oh, sorry. OK, I think I'm ready to answer some questions now.

*cautious* Alright, then can you explain this sudden cheese obsession?

Yes, well it all started about tick 100 with a tiny little rodent named.....um, Rodent. He took his level 1 Microw and buggered off to look for the "Lost Planet of Cheese". Anyway skipping a bit of legion base bombing and battles and stuff, around 100 ticks later he returned home to Krilgore where he found us dormant, waiting to die at the hands of the Tib armada. And then it happened, he opened his cargo bay and brought out the most amazing variety of cheese that he had collected from all around the universe. And as you know, we don't have cheese here in Krilgore because we keep killing all the cows for fun, so this was a first. It was DELICIOUS and drove us wild! We had to have MORE! And that was it, suddenly the planet didn't seem so important anymore, and we all rushed off after Rodent to find the cheese. And that's about it. Now...

AARRGH, STOP LICKING ME! *runs*

And so there you have it, an entire legion gone completely insane all in the name of cheese. It is indeed a wonderful time to be alive.

Signing off,
Roving Reporter Rodent
*Author: Rodent 
*Posted: 21 October 2004 4:40

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A roving reporter does his duty to the end. I have traveled the universe far and wide, reporting the wonders of it all over the comms, but alas, all comes to an end. Now I find myself closing a circle, rejoining my Krilgorian brethren in desperate battle. The tyranny of Tibrar knows no bounds. After viciously destroying Boraxus in violation of all Galactic Treaties, they attacked our beloved homeworld. In a final act of desperation our leaders called for us to fight for a desperate aim, to inflict equal destruction upon Tibrar.

But we have failed.

With the green of planet Tibrar rotating slowly in my viewscreen and the quiet yellows and reds of exploding ships puffing out of existence against the blackness of space, my tired and aching body groans in company with the hull of my PDS battered Microw fighter. I listen to the beauty of Tchaikovsky, Andantino in modo di canzona, playing over my comms.

Playing to the images of our loved ones on Krilgore holding our little ones tight and close as the might of brutal Tibrar rains down mercilessly upon them.

To the sounds of their pain, burning in the flames of our destroyed cities, crying out our names, the names of the valiant pride of all Krilgore, with whom final hope rested, the pilots of the mighty First Krilgorian Fleet.

Alongside the tough but battered remnants of the Ajaxian and Boraxian fleets, so many lightyears away, we battle on, brave Krilgorian pilots feeling the loss of each loved one with an inexplicable immediacy and the impact of each Tibran missile on our beloved homeworld upon our very souls. With tears of grief in our eyes we, the courageous few of Krigore's last hope, boil into an immense and unstoppable rage. A rage that will only be extinguished by the ear-splitting sonic scream of each fighter, guns exhausted, hull ruptured, rocketing into the midst of Tibran civilization in a final act of vengeance.

It has truly been an honour.

So long....and thanks for all the cheese

*switches tracks to Sevendust - Beautiful*

*lines up planet*

*smiles a bitter and evil smile*

*slams into full throttle*

-Roving Reporter Rodentski, signing off.

*Author: Rodent 
*Posted: 27 October 2004 15:48

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Last message from Tenebra, nominated VR on the day of distruction as she laughs at Doom

Forget your home land, keep firing and bombing and when you finish your bullets remove your own limbs and throw them at the enemy.
*Author: Tenebra 
*Posted: 27 October 2004 16:5

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krrsysyk .... skreeessskk ..... crackckckkc.... I'm gonna sing the Doom Song now! Doom doom do doo doom do doo doom doooom, doom de doooom, doom de doom de doo dooom ..... krsyzkakkkarsssk ..... skaaakskask

*Author: Rodent 
*Posted: 27 October 2004 16:17

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