The Epic Legend of the UNS

-by Veovis

Part I

But people were needed to bring life to the UNS, so Covert scanned the distant realm of lore, known as the T2BB. Here he found many lost and wandering souls amid the ever-changing chaos. Some of them were worthy and valiant. The ancient ones, such as Oppa, and Registrated User (reborn as PsYcHo_CoW), were among those chosen. Others too, were worthy and powerful in those times of old. The being known as Ipv6 was one of these (years later he would rename himself as "oberion"). The mysterious creature by the name of Veovis was even called upon by Covert the Creator. Though Veovis declined the offer, choosing instead the path of a wanderer, serving only himself. Yet, in his travels, he continued to give thought to the idea of a land, and a people, to which he could belong. Many more warriors joined with Covert, ones such as Naz Drala, and the mysterious Box. The life of the United Nomad Souls had begun, though it still much resembled the chaos from whence all its warriors were born.

The being Ipv6 had great powers of his own. And created for the United Nomad Souls, a home. Located on the borders of Ipv6's land, known only as the X-Void.

Meanwhile, Veovis, the wanderer, grew weary of the endless paths. He decided at long last to give himself a purpose. So he called out to Covert the Creator, and stated his intention to serve under him. Covert was overjoyed to include the mysterious Veovis among his ranks. But, Veovis could not stand among the warriors of the UNS yet. There were great deeds that he had still to do in distant lands. So, he bided Covert farewell, vowed to return, and vanished. He was not seen again for weeks.

Meanwhile, the UNS met its first foe. The armies of sixteen valiant warriors each met in remote lands. It was a harsh, but quick battle. The United Nomad Souls were brave but not experienced. They lost to the opposing army, and were forced to retreat.

In the days after, the warriors healed their wounds, and trained; for many more battles laid ahead yet. In distant lands, Veovis heard tidings of the defeat of the UNS. It pained him, yet there was nothing he could do. When the time at last arrived, he hurried homeward.

Back in his own lands, Veovis was summoned before Covert. They met in the great Meeting Halls of the palace of Browser, known as the 'Chat Rooms'. Here, away from prying eyes, Covert bestowed all his knowledge of the UNS unto Veovis. Veovis said little.

Training ensued. Ipv6 and Oppa led the Offense and Defense respectively. Another great power of the UNS was the one known as Killa04, a master of the ancient arts of defense. Overseeing all was Covert.

Again, the United Nomad Souls faced a powerful opponent on the battlefields of the Second Land of the Tribes. And again, they lost.

Part II

Over the course of time, there have been many that left the ranks of the UNS, its fallen souls. Box, Naz Drala, and some other few, these were its first. Four battles now had the UNS marched boldly into, and for each one, they had left the battle scattered, bewildered, and shamed. The future of the UNS looked bleak. Though little did they know at the time that the winds of fortune were beginning to change. A position had been offered to those willing to take it, to take command of the Attackers of UNS. Ipv6 had before held this responsibility, but his focus began to narrow onto just the elite Flag Thieves and their difficult task. So while the warriors such as the swift JTherrien were guided in their endeavor, the backbone of the offense, its grunts, were in need of a leader. It was Veovis who took up this role, inexperienced though he was. He led into battle his sturdiest warriors: TriKing, Sigma, Legends Rage and more. But this was only the very beginning of a change, and success was not yet near at hand. Defeat hung heavy over the heads of all, indeed the UNS surrendered at one battle even before it had been fought, for they were with a lack of soldiers and preparation.

Such ill times have a way of ending things of beauty, mystery, and wonder. And so the powerful Lord of the UNS, Covert the Creator, diminished somewhat under these trials, thus like all the rest became a mortal, doomed to a mortal life of struggle for survival. No longer the all-powerful Creator, he was now a king of men, Covert the Crowned. Among the rest that diminished in glory during these times was the one known as Ipv6. The most unwise of decisions are often made in times of desperation and despair. Such it was that on the battlefields of Slapdash, rash decisions were made, and loyalties were lost. In the heat of battle, Ipv6 summoned all of UNS’s attackers to come gather before him. Yet all the attackers were abroad, fighting the enemy, and striving to keep safe our sacred flag from afar. If they at that moment retreated to gather before Ipv6, much ground would have been lost, and the enemy would encroach upon our land. The warriors of UNS disobeyed the command of Ipv6. He grew furious, and then frustrated with his fellow teammates. He left the UNS, leaving in his wake Veovis, alone, to lead both the Attackers and the Thieves of the sacred Flag. Ipv6 left, but not forever. Nor is he the only person to have left the ranks of the UNS only to return. JTherrien, TriKing, Killa04, HotPocket, the master of disguise, and many more did the same at some point or another. Perhaps one must first walk away from something before they can know how much it really means to them.

It was during this most unlikely of times when the luck of the United Nomad Souls began to change. With the dedicated leadership of Covert22, Oppa, and Veovis, and the loyalty of the members that still remained, increased skills and new innovations in tactics and strategies began to flourish. The UNS was on the brink of a new, and better era in its long history.

Part III

It was now over two months since Covert had first gathered before him the United Nomad Souls. They had recently backed out of The War of the Sixteen Armies, choosing instead to fight in The Twelve-Man Wars. Dedicated to improving themselves, and overcoming all their previous defeats, they trained hard. But they did not ready themselves on their home ground, for indeed they had none. It is true that Ipv6 had provided a space for the UNS to dwell. And even though he had left them, he allowed them to remain there. But it was merely a gathering place to meet, discuss, rest, and strategize. No army could train there. For this, Covert was forced to plead with a great and wealthy king, Barry, and his queen Gloria. King Barry was known to lend out large areas of his land to those in need, and who asked politely enough to suit him. Fortunately, this he did for Covert and the UNS. And so on one of the many fiefs of King Barry’s, the UNS trained.

Over the large distances of the battlefield, communication can be a difficult thing, especially for the attackers. In the past, the attackers had often become unorganized and dispersed in the midst of a great battle. There was little time in war to write out one’s intended plan, and then send the message through the ranks until it came to the person intended to see it. And often, so much was occurring that the message was never even seen. It was Covert who first thought of a new way to better communications. By shouting out individual words over the battlefield, any fellow teammate could understand the precise status and intention of the original caller. For each of these words was code that held more in meaning than originally thought. And by being shouted out, they were certain to be heard by all. This came to be known as the ‘O-Method’, due to its use among the offense of the UNS. Thus, by using this simple but complex method, the attackers were able to organize perfectly timed attacks on key locations. Quickly, they grew confident in their abilities.

Under the new leadership of Veovis, the very face of the offense began to change. Veovis tore down the barriers between the elite Flag Thieves and the brave Attackers. He merged them into one unit, acting together and for one goal, and all under his command.

Of course, as the offenders improved themselves, so did the defenders. Oppa, Leader of the Defense, saw to it that the UNS’s land and possessions did not fall into enemy hands. While it was the attacker’s duty to charge half crazed into deadly peril, it was the duty of the defense to calmly and bravely await an equal peril to fall onto them. And so they did. The mighty Guardians of the Sacred Flag, Bukaroo and DoFear, stood their ground under heavy opposition. And the brilliant mind of Killa04 laid devastating traps for the enemy attackers to walk blindly into, while the swift defenders of our borders such as Oppa, HotPocket, and Psycho Cow pounced on the enemy unawares like terrible beasts.

The stage was set. After a long and difficult time, the warriors of the UNS were prepared for victory. They hadn’t long to wait.

Part IV

The date long awaited finally arrived. The ranks of the UNS marched forward to the battlefields, but Lo! Here it was discovered that there was a very grave problem. For whatever foul reasons Fate had detained them, two of the valiant soldiers of the UNS were missing! In a war of this sort, two people may very well mean the difference between life and death, more so, between victory and defeat. Ten soldiers alone reached the momentarily peaceful shores of the River Dance. And across the indifferent waters they stared into the sneering faces of twelve. Twelve men bent on the UNS’s destruction, whom seeing their opponent shorthanded thought their victory would be easily won. The warriors of the UNS prepared themselves for defeat, but did not submit to it. They had trained hard, and refused to let it be in vain. To ready themselves for the coming onslaught, the two armies returned to the temporary safety of their fortifications.

The call was sounded, the battle for the Sacred Flag had begun. The warriors donned their armors, readied their weapons, and hurried to their respective positions: The Guardians to the Flag, the Defenders to the field to await the enemy and lay traps, the Mighty Offensive Knights en route to break through the enemy defense, and the stealthy Flag Thieves to the relative security of the hills to await their opportunity. All was flawlessly set into motion. The Offensive Knights had now crossed over the River into the lands of the enemy, they were the first to witness the approaching forces, and gave a cry of warning back to our Defenders. Who struck first is uncertain, but one thing is known: only the attacks of the UNS were successful. For the first time, the Attackers employed their Offensive-Method of communication. The swift Thieves in the hills cried out to one another in preparation, and to the Mighty Knights to begin their assault. The attacks that ensued were as fast as lightning, and equally fierce. Amidst the explosions from the long-range projectiles of the Knights, the ambush on the Enemy Flag was frenzied but calculated. From all directions came the Thieves; bewildering the enemy Guardians and stealing the Flag from their iron grasp. They made away together with the Flag like a pack of wolves with their prey, and refused to surrender it to the enemy close behind. A great thanks did these Thieves owe their own Defenders, for when they returned the Sacred Flag still remained. No vile enemy had stolen away with it, and indeed, while that Flag remained on the lands of the River Dance, none would. The Defenders stood unwavering throughout the course of the battle.

The flag of the enemy had been captured, but they had more yet to replace it with. Again and again, the Attackers prepared, and assaulted the enemy and their flag. Some attempts failed, and the Attackers fell back into the hills. Some however, were successful. By the end of the battle, when the second call was sounded and the armies were forced to return to their fortifications, the UNS had captured four of the enemy’s flags. The UNS’s original Flag remained securely in its stand. However this was yet only one battle of a possible three. The two armies had still to meet again in the wild lands of Slapdash. The Chosen Ones, seething over their defeat by an undermanned army, fully intended on changing the tide of the war with this next battle. The United Nomad Souls were overjoyed with their victory, and hopeful for a quick win in the next battle, but they did not fool themselves into thinking it would be easy. That is what the soldiers of The Chosen Ones thought before the call was sounded, and all knew what had befallen them.

The battle in the hills and valleys of Slapdash presented new difficulties, the introduction of the Great Engines of War. With the employment of these machines, one could swiftly traverse the difficult terrain, and two or more could easily wield great powers of destruction and terror. But the UNS had not neglected these machines in their plans, nor had The Chosen Ones.

The call for attack was sounded anew. This new beginning much resembled what it was on the shores of the River Dance, only now the Attackers took advantage of the new options provided them, and the Defenders prepared for the new challenges awaiting them. The Knights from the last battle were replaced by the ThunderSword, a vast winged engine of devastation. And mammoth fortifications were wheeled out in defense of our Flag. Though aspects changed, the plan remained the same as before. The Thieves remained in the tall hills or on their Shrikes, swift mechanical steeds of the sky. They awaited the foreboding shadow of the ThunderSword to pass by, and as the enemy fled in terror from it, or were engulfed in its deadly flames, the Thieves raced from the sky to grab the Flag from among the burning ruin of its surroundings. Naturally, The Chosen Ones employed a similar method of attack. The Shrikes sped through the skies over the heads of the wary UNS Defenders, and the monstrous ThunderSwords weaved through the towering hills. The Defenders were well prepared for such situations, and few of the desperate enemy made it beyond the borders of the UNS’s land with the flag. But one did. One sneaky enemy had snatched the Sacred Flag from its stand while the Guardians and Defenders were temporarily scattered. He sped through the valleys with the Defenders at his heels and his own soldiers racing to his aid. In the clash he escaped again and made it to his own stronghold. So the enemy captured the Flag that had stood through all of the previous battle. They celebrated their achievement, but it was in vain. The fourth call of that day was sounded, and the fighting ceased. As the dust settled it revealed a landscaped marred and scorched by the harshness of war. But it revealed something else as well, the Victors. The Chosen Ones had captured one Flag, but two is the number that the United Nomad Souls had in their possession. The UNS claimed victory to both battles, and thus they were triumphant!

Ten men to Twelve the UNS had faced their opponent and come out on top. The Chosen Ones slinked away to some dark place to plot their revenge in secret, while the brave warriors of the UNS rejoiced in their first hard earned victory. Much merriment followed that battle, and would last for some time still to come.