"Mayday, Mayday,Mayday this is scouting ship Dark Fang. Does anyone read me we are going down. Are ship has been pulled into a unknown planets atmosphere." Jack our team leader kept screaming into the radio. The ship shook, the walls creaked and wined. "Doesn't look like the ships going to hold much longer Jack." replied our mechanic Frank. Cracks started for form though out the ship, the smell of atmosphere filled the room. "Don't you love the smell of the out doors." laughed our team medic Rob. "Shut up Rob this is no time for jokes." I screamed at him. "Awww your no fun Rookie." The ship jumped and crashed about then it was completely silent. Time seemed to slow down as the ship broke apart. The front of the ship tore away like paper the sound of metal tarring almost rupshered my eardrums. Jack was sucked out the gaping hole into the sky as we fell to the ground. The ship lurched forward causing Franks seat to break loose from the floor. He was slammed into the celling before he was sucked into the sky. That left just me with Rob who was laughing hysterically at the horrible events. The time passed so slowly we seemed to fall forever with the sounds of only wind and the crazed laughter of our medic. I didn't hear the crash only silence and blackness.
I opened to darkness unable to see anything. Hoping that my suit was still functional I asked the onboard computer for a status report. At first there was nothing then my vision was filled with green letters. The computer was rebooting, it must have been knocked out in the crash. The computer came back online and commenced a system check. It began to list all the functions of the suit, but I only cared about one. I say strength enhancement active thats what I was looking for. "Computer enhance strength" I could feel the power in my body grow I pushed up with all my might. I though off the scrap metal that was the Dark Fang. The light was dull it looked close to dark. I needed to find my teammates then get our supplies together. "Computer find Wolf Pack." Readings flew across my screen soon the names of my teammates appeared. Under there names were their vital signs, all of them were flat line. "Damn." there all dead, what am I going to do know. I started searching though the wreck for supplies so I could set up camp till tomorrow when I would have to look for civilization.
Full Version: New Comers IC
Lycan layed down ontop of a tree branch that loomed over the edge of a cliff. If the branch broke, Lycan would have most likely died, but it didn't. The days breeze combed back Lycans hair, a cool salty sea wind combed back the hair on his head. Lycan was in his human form, the one he liked the most. It might not have been his natural form, but it was much easier to clean, as a werewolf, Lycan would have to wash every hair in order to stay healthy.
Lycan had been resting there for only a few hours of the day. It was peaceful and relaxing, rather than the constant noise and annoyances of the town. Another reason why Lycan liked his human form more, is because he was able to live amongst the humaniods, and there town.
"I thought cats get stuck in trees." A familiar voice said from below.
"Haven't a clue about what you meant by that.." Lycan said turning downward to face his friend Raajin, smiling while showing a fang.
They both laughed, "Any profit today?" Lycan questioned.
"Just the usual," Lycan jumped down while Raajin talked, "I guess cats always do land on their feet." Raajin said laughing.
"Yea well, this a one big kitty then." Lycan said smiling, humoring Raajin.
Without another word, they headed back to town as night grew near. Raajin knew just as well as Lycan did, that some of the UVR liked to lurk among the night, even when they can walk among daytime without being badly harmed, nightime is probably a vampire thing. The town had no walls or baricades, if they were attacked, those would only stop them from running; everyone thought it was safer in the long-run not to have them.
It was a humaniod village, fairly large but not the largest known. The building were mostly one to two storys, three's were rare and for the more wealthy. Normaly werewolves and vampires are not permitted to live amungst humaniods, or at least in this certant town, but Lycans human form was near flawless that it was hard to say he wasn't a humaniod. Lycan and Raajin rented out a suitable room for themselves, Raajins toy income mostly paid the rent, but when Lycan recieved a job and was paid for it, he payed rent for months in advance. They lived on the second floor in an appartment building in the middle of town that looked over the four-way intersection.
"I heard some rumors that some young UVR's are lurking near here and that they might stop by."
"Yea, ..and?" Questioned Lycan.
"Well, since you are a.. I figured you'd like to know." Said Raajin.
"Thank you then for informing me." Lycan said smiling.
Lycan walked over to his bed and placed his staff down, hammer down, so that the tip pointed upwards.
"That thing must weigh a ton." Said Raajin in surprise, even though he's seen it many, many times before.
"You kind of get used to it, and besides, im naturaly stronger than most humaniods.. remember?" Lycan said smiling devilishly. Raajin returned the smile.
Lycan laid on his bed and turned to the window with the blinds open. He watched the street, as it was one of the buisiest. Humaniods rushed acorss the street, some using magic to help them in their daily lives, some using it to help light the way in the darkness that slowly crept up on them. Lycan fell asleep watching them.
Raajin tinkered around in the next room making more wooden figures. Some resembling vampires, werewovles and this worlds mystical creatures. Every now and then, Raajin would make up one of his own, sometimes a plant with fangs, golems, dragons and griffins. But those he made out of hobby rather than profit, even if they did sell well. With each figure, Raajin painted a purple symbol on its back. Raajin called it his trademark symbol, but failed to tell them what it was really used for.
Night fell and it was dark, very dark. Outside, Raajin (still working on his toys) heard scampering of feet with faint screams following. They're here..
Raajin walked over to Lycan, knowing to find him passed out on his bed. Except this time Lycan was already dressed and armed to go fight. Raajin nodded to him, and they headed out. Exiting the building, Raajin and Lycan walked to the center of the intersection where they could be seen from almost every angle, as intended.
"I'll take the short one.." Hissed a voice in the dark, "Leave the tall one for me then." responded another voice.
"I'll take the cocky one then." Said Lycan smiling, wielding his weapon hammer side out.
"I'll leave the other for interogation." Raajin added, "You can kill yours."
Lycan loved the sound of that, and he quickly morphed his humaniod eyes to his original werewolf ones. Keeping the rest of his body the same to remain in secret, but his wolf eyes helped him see a Lot better in the dark.
Lycans eyes adjusted to the dark almost immediatly and saw two figures around the same height slowling walking towards them. A smile grew on Lycans face, They think im a regular humaniod and cannot see well in the dark. Time to give them one hell of a shock.
The two figures lept into the night sky, "DUCK!" Yelled Lycan, Raajin dropped immediatly to the ground as Lycans' hammer swung violently over him. It made contact with one of the UVR's rib cage, the impact sent the UVR soaring straight into their appertment building's wall. The UVR let out a scream of pain, as his rib cages were smashed apart.
His partner landed behind them just as Lycan finished his swing. "How.. Can you see us? You shouldn't be able to see anything!"
"Oops?" Lycan said, tormenting the lone UVR, "Interogation time!" he said with a big smile. The UVR turned around and started to retreat.
"..Growth" whispered Raajin under his breath, placing his palm on the ground. The UVR was about 30 yards away when he was caught by a large figure. The figure grabbed the UVR and squeezed him tight, so he couldn't squeeze free, and walked back to Lycan and Raajin.
"Lets take him upstairs." Raajin said, taking the lead.
"If it helps you sleep at night, dude." Lycan said laughing.
They passed the fallen UVR who twitched in pain but couldn't move, Lycan held his staff with both hands and thrusted the pointed end into its skull. The UVR dissolved into ashes.
"NO! You BASTARD!" Screamed the captive UVR, "I'll make sure you die for doing that!" he screamed. Lycan walked closer to the captured vampire, "I'm sorry, but I don't think it up to you who lives or dies right now buddy." He said mocking him, smiling.
They walked inside and continued there way upstairs for interogation.
Lycan had been resting there for only a few hours of the day. It was peaceful and relaxing, rather than the constant noise and annoyances of the town. Another reason why Lycan liked his human form more, is because he was able to live amongst the humaniods, and there town.
"I thought cats get stuck in trees." A familiar voice said from below.
"Haven't a clue about what you meant by that.." Lycan said turning downward to face his friend Raajin, smiling while showing a fang.
They both laughed, "Any profit today?" Lycan questioned.
"Just the usual," Lycan jumped down while Raajin talked, "I guess cats always do land on their feet." Raajin said laughing.
"Yea well, this a one big kitty then." Lycan said smiling, humoring Raajin.
Without another word, they headed back to town as night grew near. Raajin knew just as well as Lycan did, that some of the UVR liked to lurk among the night, even when they can walk among daytime without being badly harmed, nightime is probably a vampire thing. The town had no walls or baricades, if they were attacked, those would only stop them from running; everyone thought it was safer in the long-run not to have them.
It was a humaniod village, fairly large but not the largest known. The building were mostly one to two storys, three's were rare and for the more wealthy. Normaly werewolves and vampires are not permitted to live amungst humaniods, or at least in this certant town, but Lycans human form was near flawless that it was hard to say he wasn't a humaniod. Lycan and Raajin rented out a suitable room for themselves, Raajins toy income mostly paid the rent, but when Lycan recieved a job and was paid for it, he payed rent for months in advance. They lived on the second floor in an appartment building in the middle of town that looked over the four-way intersection.
"I heard some rumors that some young UVR's are lurking near here and that they might stop by."
"Yea, ..and?" Questioned Lycan.
"Well, since you are a.. I figured you'd like to know." Said Raajin.
"Thank you then for informing me." Lycan said smiling.
Lycan walked over to his bed and placed his staff down, hammer down, so that the tip pointed upwards.
"That thing must weigh a ton." Said Raajin in surprise, even though he's seen it many, many times before.
"You kind of get used to it, and besides, im naturaly stronger than most humaniods.. remember?" Lycan said smiling devilishly. Raajin returned the smile.
Lycan laid on his bed and turned to the window with the blinds open. He watched the street, as it was one of the buisiest. Humaniods rushed acorss the street, some using magic to help them in their daily lives, some using it to help light the way in the darkness that slowly crept up on them. Lycan fell asleep watching them.
Raajin tinkered around in the next room making more wooden figures. Some resembling vampires, werewovles and this worlds mystical creatures. Every now and then, Raajin would make up one of his own, sometimes a plant with fangs, golems, dragons and griffins. But those he made out of hobby rather than profit, even if they did sell well. With each figure, Raajin painted a purple symbol on its back. Raajin called it his trademark symbol, but failed to tell them what it was really used for.
Night fell and it was dark, very dark. Outside, Raajin (still working on his toys) heard scampering of feet with faint screams following. They're here..
Raajin walked over to Lycan, knowing to find him passed out on his bed. Except this time Lycan was already dressed and armed to go fight. Raajin nodded to him, and they headed out. Exiting the building, Raajin and Lycan walked to the center of the intersection where they could be seen from almost every angle, as intended.
"I'll take the short one.." Hissed a voice in the dark, "Leave the tall one for me then." responded another voice.
"I'll take the cocky one then." Said Lycan smiling, wielding his weapon hammer side out.
"I'll leave the other for interogation." Raajin added, "You can kill yours."
Lycan loved the sound of that, and he quickly morphed his humaniod eyes to his original werewolf ones. Keeping the rest of his body the same to remain in secret, but his wolf eyes helped him see a Lot better in the dark.
Lycans eyes adjusted to the dark almost immediatly and saw two figures around the same height slowling walking towards them. A smile grew on Lycans face, They think im a regular humaniod and cannot see well in the dark. Time to give them one hell of a shock.
The two figures lept into the night sky, "DUCK!" Yelled Lycan, Raajin dropped immediatly to the ground as Lycans' hammer swung violently over him. It made contact with one of the UVR's rib cage, the impact sent the UVR soaring straight into their appertment building's wall. The UVR let out a scream of pain, as his rib cages were smashed apart.
His partner landed behind them just as Lycan finished his swing. "How.. Can you see us? You shouldn't be able to see anything!"
"Oops?" Lycan said, tormenting the lone UVR, "Interogation time!" he said with a big smile. The UVR turned around and started to retreat.
"..Growth" whispered Raajin under his breath, placing his palm on the ground. The UVR was about 30 yards away when he was caught by a large figure. The figure grabbed the UVR and squeezed him tight, so he couldn't squeeze free, and walked back to Lycan and Raajin.
"Lets take him upstairs." Raajin said, taking the lead.
"If it helps you sleep at night, dude." Lycan said laughing.
They passed the fallen UVR who twitched in pain but couldn't move, Lycan held his staff with both hands and thrusted the pointed end into its skull. The UVR dissolved into ashes.
"NO! You BASTARD!" Screamed the captive UVR, "I'll make sure you die for doing that!" he screamed. Lycan walked closer to the captured vampire, "I'm sorry, but I don't think it up to you who lives or dies right now buddy." He said mocking him, smiling.
They walked inside and continued there way upstairs for interogation.
Fairel looked around the smithery, "Shi* here he comes." Fairel jumped off the roof of the building and landed on the ground with a loud thud. He quickly picked up his hammer and began to work again.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Don't Get On the ROOF!" Barrel walked up to the young half blood shaking his head. "I swear, you are the best, yet most stuburn apprentice I have ever delt with." Fairel smiled slyly, and drew a still dull sword from one of the cooling racks. Barrel did the same. "Ah, a spare is it?"
"Yes, a spare it is," this was their way of praticeing for the real war to come. They began their spare when they was something happening not far away. It was dark out side, it had been for a short while, They still practiced though it was dark, they could still see. They stopped and stood there watching as a few members of the UVR walked up and a couple of others came out of a building not to far from there. Barrel stood aside and watched as a small group came around the opposite corner.
"Boy, those two can handle them selves, lets have some fun." Fairel smiled at this thought, and watched as Barrel took on the shape of an almost 8' were wolf. Fairel looked down at him, and drew his huge sword, Barrel grabbed up a huge smithing hammer. They rounded the corner to block off the other group.
"Boo!" Fairel said as he landed behind the group after a huge jump. He split one of the vampires in half and it fell two ashes. Barrel ran up from behind and smashed in the front of the groups skull, she fell to ashes. They both smiled, it was two on two. The one facing fairel drew a bow, but it burst into flames as fairel lifted his hand. Then fairel steadied his body, sheathed his sword, the vampire feared the heat of the fire, and its bright light. Fairel smirked and Barrel dodged to the left as his young apprentice stomped forward, thrusted his arms forward, and fried lit the two vampires on fire. They let out screams of horror as the fell to the ground and fell to ashes. Fairel smiled as Barrel changed back to a humanoid.
"I will close up for the night boy, you go to bed."
"Good night Barrel," Fairel headed inside of the building across the street from the other two they had seen earlier.
ooc: Gamer, thought it might help to get a few characters together from the start, hope you don't mind if Lycan and Fairel are neighbors, with the smithery right down the street. IF you don't want to ineract yet, just let me know.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Don't Get On the ROOF!" Barrel walked up to the young half blood shaking his head. "I swear, you are the best, yet most stuburn apprentice I have ever delt with." Fairel smiled slyly, and drew a still dull sword from one of the cooling racks. Barrel did the same. "Ah, a spare is it?"
"Yes, a spare it is," this was their way of praticeing for the real war to come. They began their spare when they was something happening not far away. It was dark out side, it had been for a short while, They still practiced though it was dark, they could still see. They stopped and stood there watching as a few members of the UVR walked up and a couple of others came out of a building not to far from there. Barrel stood aside and watched as a small group came around the opposite corner.
"Boy, those two can handle them selves, lets have some fun." Fairel smiled at this thought, and watched as Barrel took on the shape of an almost 8' were wolf. Fairel looked down at him, and drew his huge sword, Barrel grabbed up a huge smithing hammer. They rounded the corner to block off the other group.
"Boo!" Fairel said as he landed behind the group after a huge jump. He split one of the vampires in half and it fell two ashes. Barrel ran up from behind and smashed in the front of the groups skull, she fell to ashes. They both smiled, it was two on two. The one facing fairel drew a bow, but it burst into flames as fairel lifted his hand. Then fairel steadied his body, sheathed his sword, the vampire feared the heat of the fire, and its bright light. Fairel smirked and Barrel dodged to the left as his young apprentice stomped forward, thrusted his arms forward, and fried lit the two vampires on fire. They let out screams of horror as the fell to the ground and fell to ashes. Fairel smiled as Barrel changed back to a humanoid.
"I will close up for the night boy, you go to bed."
"Good night Barrel," Fairel headed inside of the building across the street from the other two they had seen earlier.
ooc: Gamer, thought it might help to get a few characters together from the start, hope you don't mind if Lycan and Fairel are neighbors, with the smithery right down the street. IF you don't want to ineract yet, just let me know.
The warm-hole ejected my spacecraft like a cannon, sending it clear across space. It's taking me all I can to fight for stability, however the tremendous velocity is dominating the most advance stages of manual and robotic ship controls. Literally, my ship and I are facing paralysis. I must close keep my eyes close as I'll probably receive severe brain damage simpy just from watching existence around me move as fast, unstable, and rapidly as the ship flips around across space.
I...must...slow down! I grab hold of the primary drive controls which took tons of energy just to keep stable. Immediately once I place my palms on the controls, "Joyce", the ship's advanced Intelligent Craft System, takes over:
Joyce: "Warning, Set. I am activating Code Red and activating the Emergency Life Assistance system to protect you in the event of an incoming collusion. You are now confined to your seat and I will be inserting Life Supplement (LS) IV systems into you to provide further support of all your vital internals. Please, relax you will be falling asleep in 15seconds. I will awake you in the chance that the Emergency Landing Procedure becomes life-threatening. Please, prepare immediately in case this happens. Are there any commands you have for me before you go into temporary sleep?"
Set: "Continually release tracking beacons along our path, and protect your memory as much as possible."
Joyce: "I will be continually releasing tracking beacons along our path and protecting my memory as much as I can possible as you command, Set."
Set: "Thanks Joyce." I say as I use as much energy as possible to use what little breath I can spare to talk. The immense g-forces and pressure in the cab are enough to kill an untrained and average human being. Even for the greatest soldier, a sneeze in these conditions could cause the lungs to collapse.
Joyce: " You're welcome, Set. You are no longer conscious in 4...3...2....1"
All I can see around me is the thick pink protective foam that weighs approximately 60lbs against me (every ship is equipped with special foam that floods the entire interior of personal ships in case of collision to protect passengers/drivers from fire and greatly reduce the physical force of impact against the body up to as much as 450%, and are formulating to contain massive oxygen bubbles in case there is no oxygen available outside the ship and supply air to oxygen suits.)
I take out my dagger and start slicing myself through the foam. "Joyce, give me an environmental analysis"
Joyce: "Currently, there is plenty of oxygen available in this planet's atmosphere for human existence, similar to human home planet, Earth. My senses are picking up on bacteria and other living organisms, including vegetation and possible alien animal species. There is very little starlight available on this planet, so the plant life is strange and not as gentile as what humans are probably used to."
Set: - after finally cutting clear an area in the wrecked ship, I sit with my legs crossed as I swallow some medication reserved for this type of event. I then lay on my back as my body's strength reacts to the medicine. "What about life...is there anyone else around me? Can you pick up on a rescue crew? Any survivors from the other ships?"
Joyce: "My satellite feed is highly damaged and restricted only into receiving signals from 50miles from here. Any further and I can not decode anything. I receive no evidence of other life forms. However, before the crash I received alot of signals within 372 miles of this planet. There are other humans who are, or were, around this location in the past 28 hours. The foam will be clearing out in 10 seconds"
Once the foam cleared, I finally have the chance to see the results of the crash. If there was a Hell for machines, this clearly is it. The ship is virtually unrecognizeable and if it wasn't for the density of the foam around my body, I would have been mangled in heaps of metals which are smoldering hot, several parts still beaming bright orange from the heat. I start ravaging through the destruction right around where all of my life and weapons inventory would have been if the ship hadn't been decapitated.
"EK779 gun...*clink clink*...that's broken. 127FX guns....demolished....Riki Cannon...in half....Tactical Net Cannon...done for...just like every f--king else. I'm in the Arnian Ocean without a paddle."
In a bit of furstration, I punch the steel grown, the sends shockwaves throughout the wreck, major pieces falling, and the chassis of the ship sinks a bit into the crater the crash created. Suddenly, I hear steel scraping steel as my Olympian Sword comes sliding down towards me from the darkness. Falling behind it is a burnt safe. In the safe, is my tracking equipment, much of it still in tact: Goggles with night-vision and sophisticated zooming capabilities...a military life-form tracker (reads heat, movement, and sound signals as well as satellite, radio, and electrical pulses to detail the location of life forms and technology from up to a 100miles radius).
I gather my sword and the only surviving equipment and prepare to take off.
Joyce: "Set, before you leave. Please, retrieve my black box. I released it about 20miles before point of collision into the atmosphere. I am not sure where it is exactly, but I estimate that it landed 32.8 miles west of our current location. This is very important, as it contains very confidential Class 6 data, as well as data on all occurring events from our point of departure to moments before the collision. My personal escape pod will be ejecting from the ship in 12mins after you leave. Once my pod is separate from the ship, I shall no longer be reached by you as I will be seeking any rescue teams that may be within this solar system and report on the location of the crash, and the possible location of the black box."
Set: "I copy that Joyce."
Joyce: "I sense that you have the unit AC7829, the life-form tracking unit. Is this correct?"
Set: "Yes"
Joyce: "Excellent. I am uploading a copy of my program to you, so essentially 'I', or at least a copy of me will be within the unit to communicate and advise you. My program will only assist you with basic utility functions of the AC7829, with only a 82% accuracy, or as much as an 18% theoretical percent error. Good bye Set."
Only 14 miles from the collision and I'm already finding that my body is screaming for nourishment. At some point the life-support system must have failed well before collision, and it feels as if I haven't eaten for two days. Must be how long I was out before the crash. I have no idea where am I, and this mission is now classified as a complete failure. This is my first and only failed mission ever. The average OC warrior has a success rate of 98%, I was the only one at 100%. Now, that is ruined, this is my life. There is nothing I feel right now other than anger. My hunger for food and water is repressed by my hostile reaction.
I must relax and compose myself. I stand completely erect as a warrior should. My eyes face the sky, where I can see the stars clearly, with a faint show of starlight in the west. Suddenly, I start seeing what looks like torches in the distance. I bring my goggles to my eyes: I digitally target the torches and the goggles zoom in, giving me a clear view of what's coming up. I am spying 26 huge beings walking towards me. Obviously several of them aren't human as they appear too tall, muscular, and I see faint signs of long hair, or fur blowing in the wind.
JoyceAC7829: "There are 26 life-forms walking towards you and approaching fast, at approx. 23mph. They appear to be very powerful as their energy is off the roof. Clearly they are not human."
Set: "I see that Joyce."
I place my goggles back into my utility belt and brace my sword tightly in my right hand, and my dagger in the next. The closer they come to louder I hear their menacing roars, and even cynical laughter. I plant my feet into the ground and lean forward preparing to run towards them. For some reason, my adrenaline level reaches a new all-time high, as if my instincts are picking up on a few good challenges. I leap forward and accelerate towards them, running with all my might, dagger in one hand and sword in the other. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I scream.
Before I know it, I meet them. The first one leading the pack, the fastest, I clash with first. This beast stands 8" tall, is covered in spiked fur, and muscles are massive, as if this beast is a mutated bear. He swings with one arm, I duck and stab him in the torso with my dagger, and use all my strength to force him to the ground. He throws me to the ground and pounces on top of me as if he was the perfect wrestler. I hold my sword against his chest with my two hands and arms as he tries to snap my head off with my fangs. I kick him in the groin which weakens his offensive, I roll him over and without hesitation, I slice his head off. Immediately after him, what looks human (But with growing fangs and red eyes) leaps in the air nearly landing top of me if I didn't flip out of the way. He charges forward with very little skill and I easily grab his neck with my right hand and stab him in the chest with my left.
One of them threw their own dagger at me, and I use the newly killed humanoid (was in the process of changing) as a shield. Another leaps at me from my left, I slash my sword its way striking it in the head..it falls. Another charges me in the front...I throw my dagger direct straight toward its huge opened mouth..it falls and slides on the ground in front of me. 2 more leap into the air. I roll out of the way. Suddenly I'm tackled from behind, with sharp nails digging into my arms...I roll it over on its back...I elbow it in the stomach and move my head fast just before it bites me. Another goes to stab me while my chest is exposed and ends up stabbing its patron through the abdomen.
"NOOO!" It bellows, just before I gather my sword and stab it throw the back, and retract my sword.
"SOLDIERS HALT!" One of them scream. Luckily for me as I was eventually going to run out of energy to sustain myself.
"You, alien soldier...what are you?"
Set: "My identity will never be given to you while you are still alive, mate."
"No, not who are you, WHAT are you?" Says the mysterious and dark humanoid with bright red eyes and a deep demonic voice. "You aren't human, none of the humans we've encountered could handle any of my best like that. What are you? And who are you here for?"
I smirk. "They call me an assassin, or even a guardian. What I am is a controversy. And now that my mission has failed, I'm probably here to die."
"Fine, I'll accept that as an answer. Brothers he may be of some good to us, and we may be of some good to him, take him with us," he directs his subordinates. "Stranger, as strange as it may sound, but I want you to be our special guest. We'll give you food and drink, as well as a resting chamber. We have alot to discuss as we will become friends. Brothers, carry the remains of our defeated soldiers and prepare their bodies for the ceremonial burial."
Become friends? What's going on here? Why may they need me?
I...must...slow down! I grab hold of the primary drive controls which took tons of energy just to keep stable. Immediately once I place my palms on the controls, "Joyce", the ship's advanced Intelligent Craft System, takes over:
Joyce: "Warning, Set. I am activating Code Red and activating the Emergency Life Assistance system to protect you in the event of an incoming collusion. You are now confined to your seat and I will be inserting Life Supplement (LS) IV systems into you to provide further support of all your vital internals. Please, relax you will be falling asleep in 15seconds. I will awake you in the chance that the Emergency Landing Procedure becomes life-threatening. Please, prepare immediately in case this happens. Are there any commands you have for me before you go into temporary sleep?"
Set: "Continually release tracking beacons along our path, and protect your memory as much as possible."
Joyce: "I will be continually releasing tracking beacons along our path and protecting my memory as much as I can possible as you command, Set."
Set: "Thanks Joyce." I say as I use as much energy as possible to use what little breath I can spare to talk. The immense g-forces and pressure in the cab are enough to kill an untrained and average human being. Even for the greatest soldier, a sneeze in these conditions could cause the lungs to collapse.
Joyce: " You're welcome, Set. You are no longer conscious in 4...3...2....1"
All I can see around me is the thick pink protective foam that weighs approximately 60lbs against me (every ship is equipped with special foam that floods the entire interior of personal ships in case of collision to protect passengers/drivers from fire and greatly reduce the physical force of impact against the body up to as much as 450%, and are formulating to contain massive oxygen bubbles in case there is no oxygen available outside the ship and supply air to oxygen suits.)
I take out my dagger and start slicing myself through the foam. "Joyce, give me an environmental analysis"
Joyce: "Currently, there is plenty of oxygen available in this planet's atmosphere for human existence, similar to human home planet, Earth. My senses are picking up on bacteria and other living organisms, including vegetation and possible alien animal species. There is very little starlight available on this planet, so the plant life is strange and not as gentile as what humans are probably used to."
Set: - after finally cutting clear an area in the wrecked ship, I sit with my legs crossed as I swallow some medication reserved for this type of event. I then lay on my back as my body's strength reacts to the medicine. "What about life...is there anyone else around me? Can you pick up on a rescue crew? Any survivors from the other ships?"
Joyce: "My satellite feed is highly damaged and restricted only into receiving signals from 50miles from here. Any further and I can not decode anything. I receive no evidence of other life forms. However, before the crash I received alot of signals within 372 miles of this planet. There are other humans who are, or were, around this location in the past 28 hours. The foam will be clearing out in 10 seconds"
Once the foam cleared, I finally have the chance to see the results of the crash. If there was a Hell for machines, this clearly is it. The ship is virtually unrecognizeable and if it wasn't for the density of the foam around my body, I would have been mangled in heaps of metals which are smoldering hot, several parts still beaming bright orange from the heat. I start ravaging through the destruction right around where all of my life and weapons inventory would have been if the ship hadn't been decapitated.
"EK779 gun...*clink clink*...that's broken. 127FX guns....demolished....Riki Cannon...in half....Tactical Net Cannon...done for...just like every f--king else. I'm in the Arnian Ocean without a paddle."
In a bit of furstration, I punch the steel grown, the sends shockwaves throughout the wreck, major pieces falling, and the chassis of the ship sinks a bit into the crater the crash created. Suddenly, I hear steel scraping steel as my Olympian Sword comes sliding down towards me from the darkness. Falling behind it is a burnt safe. In the safe, is my tracking equipment, much of it still in tact: Goggles with night-vision and sophisticated zooming capabilities...a military life-form tracker (reads heat, movement, and sound signals as well as satellite, radio, and electrical pulses to detail the location of life forms and technology from up to a 100miles radius).
I gather my sword and the only surviving equipment and prepare to take off.
Joyce: "Set, before you leave. Please, retrieve my black box. I released it about 20miles before point of collision into the atmosphere. I am not sure where it is exactly, but I estimate that it landed 32.8 miles west of our current location. This is very important, as it contains very confidential Class 6 data, as well as data on all occurring events from our point of departure to moments before the collision. My personal escape pod will be ejecting from the ship in 12mins after you leave. Once my pod is separate from the ship, I shall no longer be reached by you as I will be seeking any rescue teams that may be within this solar system and report on the location of the crash, and the possible location of the black box."
Set: "I copy that Joyce."
Joyce: "I sense that you have the unit AC7829, the life-form tracking unit. Is this correct?"
Set: "Yes"
Joyce: "Excellent. I am uploading a copy of my program to you, so essentially 'I', or at least a copy of me will be within the unit to communicate and advise you. My program will only assist you with basic utility functions of the AC7829, with only a 82% accuracy, or as much as an 18% theoretical percent error. Good bye Set."
Only 14 miles from the collision and I'm already finding that my body is screaming for nourishment. At some point the life-support system must have failed well before collision, and it feels as if I haven't eaten for two days. Must be how long I was out before the crash. I have no idea where am I, and this mission is now classified as a complete failure. This is my first and only failed mission ever. The average OC warrior has a success rate of 98%, I was the only one at 100%. Now, that is ruined, this is my life. There is nothing I feel right now other than anger. My hunger for food and water is repressed by my hostile reaction.
I must relax and compose myself. I stand completely erect as a warrior should. My eyes face the sky, where I can see the stars clearly, with a faint show of starlight in the west. Suddenly, I start seeing what looks like torches in the distance. I bring my goggles to my eyes: I digitally target the torches and the goggles zoom in, giving me a clear view of what's coming up. I am spying 26 huge beings walking towards me. Obviously several of them aren't human as they appear too tall, muscular, and I see faint signs of long hair, or fur blowing in the wind.
JoyceAC7829: "There are 26 life-forms walking towards you and approaching fast, at approx. 23mph. They appear to be very powerful as their energy is off the roof. Clearly they are not human."
Set: "I see that Joyce."
I place my goggles back into my utility belt and brace my sword tightly in my right hand, and my dagger in the next. The closer they come to louder I hear their menacing roars, and even cynical laughter. I plant my feet into the ground and lean forward preparing to run towards them. For some reason, my adrenaline level reaches a new all-time high, as if my instincts are picking up on a few good challenges. I leap forward and accelerate towards them, running with all my might, dagger in one hand and sword in the other. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I scream.
Before I know it, I meet them. The first one leading the pack, the fastest, I clash with first. This beast stands 8" tall, is covered in spiked fur, and muscles are massive, as if this beast is a mutated bear. He swings with one arm, I duck and stab him in the torso with my dagger, and use all my strength to force him to the ground. He throws me to the ground and pounces on top of me as if he was the perfect wrestler. I hold my sword against his chest with my two hands and arms as he tries to snap my head off with my fangs. I kick him in the groin which weakens his offensive, I roll him over and without hesitation, I slice his head off. Immediately after him, what looks human (But with growing fangs and red eyes) leaps in the air nearly landing top of me if I didn't flip out of the way. He charges forward with very little skill and I easily grab his neck with my right hand and stab him in the chest with my left.
One of them threw their own dagger at me, and I use the newly killed humanoid (was in the process of changing) as a shield. Another leaps at me from my left, I slash my sword its way striking it in the head..it falls. Another charges me in the front...I throw my dagger direct straight toward its huge opened mouth..it falls and slides on the ground in front of me. 2 more leap into the air. I roll out of the way. Suddenly I'm tackled from behind, with sharp nails digging into my arms...I roll it over on its back...I elbow it in the stomach and move my head fast just before it bites me. Another goes to stab me while my chest is exposed and ends up stabbing its patron through the abdomen.
"NOOO!" It bellows, just before I gather my sword and stab it throw the back, and retract my sword.
"SOLDIERS HALT!" One of them scream. Luckily for me as I was eventually going to run out of energy to sustain myself.
"You, alien soldier...what are you?"
Set: "My identity will never be given to you while you are still alive, mate."
"No, not who are you, WHAT are you?" Says the mysterious and dark humanoid with bright red eyes and a deep demonic voice. "You aren't human, none of the humans we've encountered could handle any of my best like that. What are you? And who are you here for?"
I smirk. "They call me an assassin, or even a guardian. What I am is a controversy. And now that my mission has failed, I'm probably here to die."
"Fine, I'll accept that as an answer. Brothers he may be of some good to us, and we may be of some good to him, take him with us," he directs his subordinates. "Stranger, as strange as it may sound, but I want you to be our special guest. We'll give you food and drink, as well as a resting chamber. We have alot to discuss as we will become friends. Brothers, carry the remains of our defeated soldiers and prepare their bodies for the ceremonial burial."
Become friends? What's going on here? Why may they need me?
That creature gave me a whole new world of things to ponder. I wish I could say that the unexpected dinner was enjoyable. The feeling of a deer in a pack of hungry lions was something that I couldn't shake as I sat at the round table with 5 alien creatures, all of which were in human form, remarkably identifiable as an alien species. They all introduced me as soldiers of some militia referred to as the militia. The thing who invited me calls himself Sgt. Luka. He lead the conversation, giving me a history of the war and who they were up against. Being that this isn't my world, nor my war, I made it clear that I didn't care. But, the five soon proved me wrong. How they did, disturbs me now.
It's been seven hours since they excused me from their quarters and told me to "Walk on it". Now, I find myself with a whole new agenda. I don't like the news they gave me, but for all I know they could be lying and I'll need to find these so called vampires they are talking about. After a few hours of traveling by foot, I am greeted by someone.
"Is everything alright with you? Are you okay brother?" says the stranger with sincerity in his voice.
On the defense, I stop a few feet short of him. "Who are you?"
"I'm Zacyri (Zack-rie), a live in an apartment building a couple miles from here in the next town over," he answers politely. "Come on get in the cart and I'll show you around town and maybe give you a place to rest. You look real tired."
I nod and take his offer seeing how he looks harmless, his energy on the AC7829 is typical of human-like species, and I could easily dominate him if need be. The stranger is driving a very primitive aluminum four wheel vehicle, pieced together by the hand of an experimental machinist or blacksmith. The vehicle looks similar to an old 1920ies rusty automobile with shaky parts.
"You're the first person that didn't reject my offer," says the stranger. "Tools are pretty much traditional where I come from, and most of us rely on whatever magic and nature provides us to get around. But, well not me. This baby was an idea I dreamed up to make travel easier on me. I don't know what to call it yet other than piece of frag...but we'll see. So, what brings you out here?"
I don't respond. He continues. "Well, for myself, I was just checking out what the balls of fire in the sky were. I was actually stunned out of a nice sleep. I would have made it if this piece of junk didn't stop on me. It's probably just the UVR and the CW going at it again. I hope they kill themselves if you ask me."
"Wait, what that makes you?" His last statement confused me.
"Well, I'm not vampire or werewolf if you were wondering. My folks are natural peaceful people just like their folks, and folks' folks were."
"So, you're humanoid."
"Sure, if that's what you like to call us. We're home. I live up on the second floor. I have an extra room that used to belong to my nephew, you can stay there."
"What happened to your nephew?"
"He was killed several months ago. Turned out this girl he meet in town was a CW, and lured him to his death. I still blame myself for not being there when she met him. I'll tell yah, I can smell a were-bastard or a vampire for blocks. That's why I didn't shoot you with my rifle. I knew you weren't one of them."
This humanoid is a unique one. I follow him upstairs to his apartment. Instead of listening to him for eternity, I excuse myself to his "new guest room". Laying on my bed I think about what I was told. Eventually, I pass out into a deep much-needed sleep. In my sleep, I dream of my mother as usual. I never did get to see her, but for some reason I have a blurry vision of what she looks like in my head. It's the same dream. I'm running away from my father towards a tall figure of a woman with long hair who is calling for me. But the further I run towards her the farther she floats away until she is outside the ship and disappears in the stars.
Suddenly, I'm woken up out of my sleep by the sound of someone creeping in the hallway. I quickly jump off the mattress and wait against the wall by the entry waiting for the steps to reach me. Swiftly, I grab the person who is making the suspicious noise, and throw him across the room into the wall. The force is so strong that the wall cracks. In response, what I now recognize as a vampire, hisses at me and points his finger towards me. "Youuuu're going to die!"
Without hesitation I charge him, tackling him so hard that we both burst through the wall into the next apartment. Having the upper hand I hold my dagger to his throat. "What were u doing sneaking around!"
Just as he is about to answer, our attention is turned to our right. There happened to be two people who had their own vampire in their hold. The three of them look right at us.
"Well, I guess I caught another one for you," I say as I look at one of them, who had a facial expression similar to the five CW officers I had dined with earlier.
They looked at me confused, but soon let their defenses down as they saw my dagger at the throat of the vampire.
"I have some questions needing answered too," I declared to the room. If things couldn't get any more complicated, I receive a weak radio transmission from another survivor who must have crashed off in the distance.
{tag Lycan, Raajin}
It's been seven hours since they excused me from their quarters and told me to "Walk on it". Now, I find myself with a whole new agenda. I don't like the news they gave me, but for all I know they could be lying and I'll need to find these so called vampires they are talking about. After a few hours of traveling by foot, I am greeted by someone.
"Is everything alright with you? Are you okay brother?" says the stranger with sincerity in his voice.
On the defense, I stop a few feet short of him. "Who are you?"
"I'm Zacyri (Zack-rie), a live in an apartment building a couple miles from here in the next town over," he answers politely. "Come on get in the cart and I'll show you around town and maybe give you a place to rest. You look real tired."
I nod and take his offer seeing how he looks harmless, his energy on the AC7829 is typical of human-like species, and I could easily dominate him if need be. The stranger is driving a very primitive aluminum four wheel vehicle, pieced together by the hand of an experimental machinist or blacksmith. The vehicle looks similar to an old 1920ies rusty automobile with shaky parts.
"You're the first person that didn't reject my offer," says the stranger. "Tools are pretty much traditional where I come from, and most of us rely on whatever magic and nature provides us to get around. But, well not me. This baby was an idea I dreamed up to make travel easier on me. I don't know what to call it yet other than piece of frag...but we'll see. So, what brings you out here?"
I don't respond. He continues. "Well, for myself, I was just checking out what the balls of fire in the sky were. I was actually stunned out of a nice sleep. I would have made it if this piece of junk didn't stop on me. It's probably just the UVR and the CW going at it again. I hope they kill themselves if you ask me."
"Wait, what that makes you?" His last statement confused me.
"Well, I'm not vampire or werewolf if you were wondering. My folks are natural peaceful people just like their folks, and folks' folks were."
"So, you're humanoid."
"Sure, if that's what you like to call us. We're home. I live up on the second floor. I have an extra room that used to belong to my nephew, you can stay there."
"What happened to your nephew?"
"He was killed several months ago. Turned out this girl he meet in town was a CW, and lured him to his death. I still blame myself for not being there when she met him. I'll tell yah, I can smell a were-bastard or a vampire for blocks. That's why I didn't shoot you with my rifle. I knew you weren't one of them."
This humanoid is a unique one. I follow him upstairs to his apartment. Instead of listening to him for eternity, I excuse myself to his "new guest room". Laying on my bed I think about what I was told. Eventually, I pass out into a deep much-needed sleep. In my sleep, I dream of my mother as usual. I never did get to see her, but for some reason I have a blurry vision of what she looks like in my head. It's the same dream. I'm running away from my father towards a tall figure of a woman with long hair who is calling for me. But the further I run towards her the farther she floats away until she is outside the ship and disappears in the stars.
Suddenly, I'm woken up out of my sleep by the sound of someone creeping in the hallway. I quickly jump off the mattress and wait against the wall by the entry waiting for the steps to reach me. Swiftly, I grab the person who is making the suspicious noise, and throw him across the room into the wall. The force is so strong that the wall cracks. In response, what I now recognize as a vampire, hisses at me and points his finger towards me. "Youuuu're going to die!"
Without hesitation I charge him, tackling him so hard that we both burst through the wall into the next apartment. Having the upper hand I hold my dagger to his throat. "What were u doing sneaking around!"
Just as he is about to answer, our attention is turned to our right. There happened to be two people who had their own vampire in their hold. The three of them look right at us.
"Well, I guess I caught another one for you," I say as I look at one of them, who had a facial expression similar to the five CW officers I had dined with earlier.
They looked at me confused, but soon let their defenses down as they saw my dagger at the throat of the vampire.
"I have some questions needing answered too," I declared to the room. If things couldn't get any more complicated, I receive a weak radio transmission from another survivor who must have crashed off in the distance.
{tag Lycan, Raajin}
"I said Hold Him Still!" Raajin barked.
The tall wooden figure quickly tightened his grip on the vampire causing him to spit up some blood, a small cracking noise followed.
"Break all of his ribs if he doesn't talk!" Raajin barked again.
Boy, he really sure turns a new leaf when hes barking his guys around.. Actually, he never really whips them out. Something must have gone wrong and I never caught onto it. Eh, why bother with today when I can put off til' tomorrow. Thought Lycan as he approached the vampire who was pinned against one of the walls of the appartment.
Smiling devilishly, "So, are you going to talk?" Lycan asked. The vampire turned his head, he clearly was in intense pain but tried to hold it in. "Break him in half, ha ha haa!" Lycan laughed. "Tighter.." Raajin whispered, eyes glowing a deep purple. The vampires ribs slowly started to break, one at a time. Letting out a horrible scream of pain, the vampire was about to pass out.
"Let me hold him, you can conserve some energy for another time, Raajin."
As Raajin slowly released his energy and his thought from the transformation, the large wooden thing slowly turned back into a small four inch figure. The vampire dropped to the ground with a thud, Lycan changed into a half were-wolf, his body mostly covered in bleach white hair, his hands thicker and with long sharp nails.
Lycan picked him up from the floor, "My turn.." he said.
A loud bang caught there attension to there right.
"ANSWER OUR QUESTIONS YOU VAMPIRIC BASTARD!" Lycan yelled while laughing and slamming the vampre against the wall a bunch of times.
All of a sudden, their neighbors, or at least the wall they lived behind, caved in as two figures came crashing into the room. What the fu**?????! though Raajin and Lycan.
"What were u doing sneaking around!" Said the one ontop, wielding a knife at the bottom ones throat.
Noticing that there were others in the room they just rudelt entered (Raajin, Lycan, and their prisoner) "Well, I guess I caught another one for you." The stranger ontop spoke again, "I have some questions needing answered too."
"Lycan, I think we're done with this one.. place him outside for the rats, will you?" Raajin spoke, looking down at the two strangers, approaching them.
"Love too.." Lycan said laughing. "Wait--" Raajin said while turning around to see Lycan throwing the prisoner out the window, "I DIDN'T MEAN OUT THE GODDAMN WINDOW!" Raajin yelled.
"Well, you said to put him outside!" Lycan responded cheerfuly.
"I SAID PLACE! PLACE DOESN'T MEAN THROW HIM OUT OUR WINDOW!"
"Whats the difference?!?" Lycan questioned.
"Now we have to pay to get it fixed!"
"Oh.. so you don't care about how I placed him?"
"I just wish it wasn't our fricken window.." Raajin said with a sigh.
Lycan looked at the person on the bottom, who just broke through the wall, who hissed at the sight of him. "RAAJIN! We got another one!"
"Huh?!" Raajin said, turning around.
Fangs were shown on the humaniods face, "..vampire..." Raajin whispered.
Lycan turned and grabbed his spear/hammer, facing the vampire, "Move out of the way stranger! You're no match for His kind!" The stranger didn't move, wich was a better desicion than actually moving because if he moved, the vampire had a chance to strike.
What to do.. what to do....! Raajin thought deeply. The best thing to do is prepare..
Raajin closed his eyes and formed a hand sign with his right hand and placed it on the ground, "..Growth"
Lycan heard him say this with his keen hearing and expected something to pop out of nowhere and save the day, but none of Raajins miracle figures came.
A noise came from a small box on the mans belt.
The vampire saw this as his opening, as the man ontop stopped for a second to look at it and think about what he just heard. It was then, the vampire rolled to his left and attempted to grab the mans throat with his right hand. Nearly reaching it, a medium sized thin wooden figure leaped out from the floor below, twisting itself around the vampires wrist and then his neck. Putting him into a semi-restraint, he still had his left side open.
The stranger ontop noticed the hand, not soon enough, but still made a skillful roll to dodge it, he probably would have been caught, though Raajin and Lycan would never know for sure nor did they care.
This left the vampire semi-restrained but still able to attack. Lycan let out a small growl, the vampire hunched over and hissed at him in return. The two charged. Instead of the usual vampire leap, it desided to attempt to swipe at an angle at the charging werewolf, Lycan. But Lycan caught on quickly and took his exposed chest as an opening for his spear, upon wich he jabbed into its side, piercing the vampire.
It let out a scream of agony as Lycan swirled around his spear, taking the vampire with it, and with the momentom, hurling the vampire right next to the broken window. He fell leaving a trail of blood on the wall.
"He better not be dead.." Raajin said.
"Whys that?!" Lycan repsonded, changing back to a humaniod.
"Didn't you hear that guy numbnutz?! He wants to ask it questions."
Lycan turned to see the man, who seemed more humaniod than anything else, but had a wierd smell to him. He stood firmly, still grasping his large knife.
"I don't know who you are, but if you fight Vamps, you're okay in my book." Lycan said.
"Indeed, you may ask the prisoner anything you like, using any methods to obtain information with, if need be." Raajin added stepping out of the way so the man can walk up to the vampire, "Just make sure he doesn't bite you.."
{*posted @ 1:43 am.. pretty 'early' I'll do spell//grammar check later, Neko.. It's more fun RP'ing with others like you n Xys
no problems here.*}
The tall wooden figure quickly tightened his grip on the vampire causing him to spit up some blood, a small cracking noise followed.
"Break all of his ribs if he doesn't talk!" Raajin barked again.
Boy, he really sure turns a new leaf when hes barking his guys around.. Actually, he never really whips them out. Something must have gone wrong and I never caught onto it. Eh, why bother with today when I can put off til' tomorrow. Thought Lycan as he approached the vampire who was pinned against one of the walls of the appartment.
Smiling devilishly, "So, are you going to talk?" Lycan asked. The vampire turned his head, he clearly was in intense pain but tried to hold it in. "Break him in half, ha ha haa!" Lycan laughed. "Tighter.." Raajin whispered, eyes glowing a deep purple. The vampires ribs slowly started to break, one at a time. Letting out a horrible scream of pain, the vampire was about to pass out.
"Let me hold him, you can conserve some energy for another time, Raajin."
As Raajin slowly released his energy and his thought from the transformation, the large wooden thing slowly turned back into a small four inch figure. The vampire dropped to the ground with a thud, Lycan changed into a half were-wolf, his body mostly covered in bleach white hair, his hands thicker and with long sharp nails.
Lycan picked him up from the floor, "My turn.." he said.
A loud bang caught there attension to there right.
"ANSWER OUR QUESTIONS YOU VAMPIRIC BASTARD!" Lycan yelled while laughing and slamming the vampre against the wall a bunch of times.
All of a sudden, their neighbors, or at least the wall they lived behind, caved in as two figures came crashing into the room. What the fu**?????! though Raajin and Lycan.
"What were u doing sneaking around!" Said the one ontop, wielding a knife at the bottom ones throat.
Noticing that there were others in the room they just rudelt entered (Raajin, Lycan, and their prisoner) "Well, I guess I caught another one for you." The stranger ontop spoke again, "I have some questions needing answered too."
"Lycan, I think we're done with this one.. place him outside for the rats, will you?" Raajin spoke, looking down at the two strangers, approaching them.
"Love too.." Lycan said laughing. "Wait--" Raajin said while turning around to see Lycan throwing the prisoner out the window, "I DIDN'T MEAN OUT THE GODDAMN WINDOW!" Raajin yelled.
"Well, you said to put him outside!" Lycan responded cheerfuly.
"I SAID PLACE! PLACE DOESN'T MEAN THROW HIM OUT OUR WINDOW!"
"Whats the difference?!?" Lycan questioned.
"Now we have to pay to get it fixed!"
"Oh.. so you don't care about how I placed him?"
"I just wish it wasn't our fricken window.." Raajin said with a sigh.
Lycan looked at the person on the bottom, who just broke through the wall, who hissed at the sight of him. "RAAJIN! We got another one!"
"Huh?!" Raajin said, turning around.
Fangs were shown on the humaniods face, "..vampire..." Raajin whispered.
Lycan turned and grabbed his spear/hammer, facing the vampire, "Move out of the way stranger! You're no match for His kind!" The stranger didn't move, wich was a better desicion than actually moving because if he moved, the vampire had a chance to strike.
What to do.. what to do....! Raajin thought deeply. The best thing to do is prepare..
Raajin closed his eyes and formed a hand sign with his right hand and placed it on the ground, "..Growth"
Lycan heard him say this with his keen hearing and expected something to pop out of nowhere and save the day, but none of Raajins miracle figures came.
A noise came from a small box on the mans belt.
The vampire saw this as his opening, as the man ontop stopped for a second to look at it and think about what he just heard. It was then, the vampire rolled to his left and attempted to grab the mans throat with his right hand. Nearly reaching it, a medium sized thin wooden figure leaped out from the floor below, twisting itself around the vampires wrist and then his neck. Putting him into a semi-restraint, he still had his left side open.
The stranger ontop noticed the hand, not soon enough, but still made a skillful roll to dodge it, he probably would have been caught, though Raajin and Lycan would never know for sure nor did they care.
This left the vampire semi-restrained but still able to attack. Lycan let out a small growl, the vampire hunched over and hissed at him in return. The two charged. Instead of the usual vampire leap, it desided to attempt to swipe at an angle at the charging werewolf, Lycan. But Lycan caught on quickly and took his exposed chest as an opening for his spear, upon wich he jabbed into its side, piercing the vampire.
It let out a scream of agony as Lycan swirled around his spear, taking the vampire with it, and with the momentom, hurling the vampire right next to the broken window. He fell leaving a trail of blood on the wall.
"He better not be dead.." Raajin said.
"Whys that?!" Lycan repsonded, changing back to a humaniod.
"Didn't you hear that guy numbnutz?! He wants to ask it questions."
Lycan turned to see the man, who seemed more humaniod than anything else, but had a wierd smell to him. He stood firmly, still grasping his large knife.
"I don't know who you are, but if you fight Vamps, you're okay in my book." Lycan said.
"Indeed, you may ask the prisoner anything you like, using any methods to obtain information with, if need be." Raajin added stepping out of the way so the man can walk up to the vampire, "Just make sure he doesn't bite you.."
{*posted @ 1:43 am.. pretty 'early' I'll do spell//grammar check later, Neko.. It's more fun RP'ing with others like you n Xys
no problems here.*}
Just as I look the bloody vampire in his eyes, nightmares about my mother and my childhood hit me like a ton of bricks. The yelling from crowds of prejudice officials, citizens, and military personnel accusing me of being an alien, to the tremendous arguments I heard as a child of my father disputing claims of treason against court marshalls, and recurring visions of a dark feminine figure running from me flash in my head. The feelings over my unknown mother, and the story of a vampire connection to my mother that the beasts told me at dinner fill me with untapped rage.
"WHERE DO YOU COME FROM!" I bellow loudly into the face of the vampire! "WHERE DO YOU COME FROM!"
All the vampire does his look me in the eyes, and chuckles. Sounds similar to wooden trees breaking echoes as my knucles crack from the tightening of my fists.
"WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?!!?!" I scream once again. The reaction of the two strangers in the room are ignored as if they weren't there as all of my rage and attention is focused on this creature.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" The vampire says laughing. Suddenly, his eyes turn black as the night sky, his face contorts into a demonic like state. Out of nowhere a sudden jolt of energy punches me in the face loosening my hold of the vampire. With his new freedom, he turns to run towards the window and leaps into the air. Just as he takes flight through the window, I leap clear across the room, as if levitating violent through space. One hand grabs hold of the vampires arm, and the other his leg. Within few seconds I find myself a mile in the sky being dragged further up by this thing!
He looks down at me and laughs, and wings spawn from his back. "You are the son of a dead whore!" The vampire hisses as he kicks me square in the face and sends me falling towards the ground.
My body twists vigorously as I fight for a stable position as I'm falling, similar to a scared feline. CLASH! I break through a glass moonroof of a residential home, scaring the sleeping humanoids. My land is hardly softened by a bed which is broken beneath my feet. I feel a tumultuous fire burning inside me as rage builds more and more. The words of that bastard resonate through my memory like sharp bullets striking every nerve cord. Sweat profusely leaks from every pour in my body as my temperature skyrockets. My eyes change to an ominous and bright purple.
A roar erupts from the depths of my soul and sends a shockwave of energy 360 degrees around me, busting out all windows, knocking everything from their once motionless positions, and the terrified couple standing in the door way are shoved up against the wall in the hall way, so brutally one dies and another suffers severe brain damage and is knocked out. I unsheath my sword and randomly start swiping at the room, destroying the walls and structure.
By the time I stop, the room now seems as if it were hit ground zero by a tornado. Then, and there, as I lay kneeling on all fours, looking down at the ground (my body is aching in tremendous pain, my vision is blurry, and my heart is poudning so hard my ears popped; whatever surge of energy I exerted took a lot out of me), I make the decision to join the CW. Why? There is something that that the two parties do know, and the key may lie in the depths of the UVR's territory. Allying with the CW will give me a greater opportunity to get into the UVR with greater chance of survival until I find the answer.
Lights flicker in the hallway as humanoid soldiers run towards the room where I lay. After they throw a surprise smoke bomb, I take the opportunity to roll out of the broken window. I merely dislocate my shoulder (the apartment building was barely high up). I stand on my two feet and begin running through the village and towards the headquarters of the CW.
My life as an Olympian warrior. My entire life objective to serve the Clan, and to protect my father from afar have all been eliminated at the moment of impact.
I have a new objective that is worth my life. Tearing through the walls of the UVR, and investigating whatever supposed truth either the CW or the UVR have. Otherwise, die fighting as I have lived my entire life.
"I am Set, human warrior of the CW." I say to the CW guard protecting the entrance of the headquarters.
"Come in, Set, the generals have been anticipating your return," says the large beast.
{ the vampire that got away from my grips and flew into the night sky...I want to preserve his life. He can be the start of the story for one of the OOC vampire characters. The human survivor who played over the radio can be an entry of one of the Human characters as well, to keep the story going since mostly CW/werewolves have been acting. I will not add any more to the story line until new characters come into play or if it is deemed necessary. Hopefully we get more humans, UVR, and vampires acting. Thanks guys. Thanks Gamer
. Let me know if u want me to change anything or add something. }
"WHERE DO YOU COME FROM!" I bellow loudly into the face of the vampire! "WHERE DO YOU COME FROM!"
All the vampire does his look me in the eyes, and chuckles. Sounds similar to wooden trees breaking echoes as my knucles crack from the tightening of my fists.
"WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?!!?!" I scream once again. The reaction of the two strangers in the room are ignored as if they weren't there as all of my rage and attention is focused on this creature.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" The vampire says laughing. Suddenly, his eyes turn black as the night sky, his face contorts into a demonic like state. Out of nowhere a sudden jolt of energy punches me in the face loosening my hold of the vampire. With his new freedom, he turns to run towards the window and leaps into the air. Just as he takes flight through the window, I leap clear across the room, as if levitating violent through space. One hand grabs hold of the vampires arm, and the other his leg. Within few seconds I find myself a mile in the sky being dragged further up by this thing!
He looks down at me and laughs, and wings spawn from his back. "You are the son of a dead whore!" The vampire hisses as he kicks me square in the face and sends me falling towards the ground.
My body twists vigorously as I fight for a stable position as I'm falling, similar to a scared feline. CLASH! I break through a glass moonroof of a residential home, scaring the sleeping humanoids. My land is hardly softened by a bed which is broken beneath my feet. I feel a tumultuous fire burning inside me as rage builds more and more. The words of that bastard resonate through my memory like sharp bullets striking every nerve cord. Sweat profusely leaks from every pour in my body as my temperature skyrockets. My eyes change to an ominous and bright purple.
A roar erupts from the depths of my soul and sends a shockwave of energy 360 degrees around me, busting out all windows, knocking everything from their once motionless positions, and the terrified couple standing in the door way are shoved up against the wall in the hall way, so brutally one dies and another suffers severe brain damage and is knocked out. I unsheath my sword and randomly start swiping at the room, destroying the walls and structure.
By the time I stop, the room now seems as if it were hit ground zero by a tornado. Then, and there, as I lay kneeling on all fours, looking down at the ground (my body is aching in tremendous pain, my vision is blurry, and my heart is poudning so hard my ears popped; whatever surge of energy I exerted took a lot out of me), I make the decision to join the CW. Why? There is something that that the two parties do know, and the key may lie in the depths of the UVR's territory. Allying with the CW will give me a greater opportunity to get into the UVR with greater chance of survival until I find the answer.
Lights flicker in the hallway as humanoid soldiers run towards the room where I lay. After they throw a surprise smoke bomb, I take the opportunity to roll out of the broken window. I merely dislocate my shoulder (the apartment building was barely high up). I stand on my two feet and begin running through the village and towards the headquarters of the CW.
My life as an Olympian warrior. My entire life objective to serve the Clan, and to protect my father from afar have all been eliminated at the moment of impact.
I have a new objective that is worth my life. Tearing through the walls of the UVR, and investigating whatever supposed truth either the CW or the UVR have. Otherwise, die fighting as I have lived my entire life.
"I am Set, human warrior of the CW." I say to the CW guard protecting the entrance of the headquarters.
"Come in, Set, the generals have been anticipating your return," says the large beast.
{ the vampire that got away from my grips and flew into the night sky...I want to preserve his life. He can be the start of the story for one of the OOC vampire characters. The human survivor who played over the radio can be an entry of one of the Human characters as well, to keep the story going since mostly CW/werewolves have been acting. I will not add any more to the story line until new characters come into play or if it is deemed necessary. Hopefully we get more humans, UVR, and vampires acting. Thanks guys. Thanks Gamer
. Let me know if u want me to change anything or add something. }
The night's gloom was quickly falling over the humanoid town. Imogen sat perched on the very top of the roof of a dilapidated building. The moon's silver glow shone over the town as she observed the goings on below. She had been informed that a group of young UVRs were attacking the town tonight. Imogen scoffed. They were foolish. Although this town was supposedly humanoid she could tell as soon as she entered that werewolves resided here.
As the dark set in, the humans scurried into their homes away from the terrors that filled the night. Imogen continued to sit atop the tiles of the roof and stare below as the group of vampires began to make their move. It wasn't much surprise that they were defeated quite quickly, and their opponents were, as Imogen had predicted, mostly werewolves. As the vampires' screams rang out through the night she did nothing to aid them. Neither did she move to help as one vampire was dragged inside a building. Imogen's vampiric hearing could pick up every detail of the conversation that took place inside that building or as the werewolf called it, 'the interrogation', but she was distracted. Looking to her side she noticed a bright light flashing through the sky. Normally Imogen would pass this off as a shooing star but for some reason this 'star' seemed bigger. Her attentions were brought back to the building as the sound of glass shattering echoed around the town. The vampire was obviously of no further use to the werewolves and had been discarded.
Imogen stood from her place and jumped to the ground from the roof, landing with a soft thud. It seemed the occupants inside the building were preoccupied with their own happenings, so Imogen took this chance to walk to the vampire. He looked a mess. He was curled into a ball and most obviously, if he was human, would be on the edge of death. But fate was cruel and this vampire remained alive to suffer all of the injuries that had been dealt to him. Imogen poked the figure with her boot and he groaned as he rolled onto his back. The vampire's eyes widened at the sight of her and his lips parted to speak. But Imogen crouched down and silenced the vampire with a swift dagger to the chest. She couldn't have him giving away her position.
With a heavy sigh Imogen stood up. Bending slightly she jumped upwards landing on the edge of the roof of a small building with ease. This was her life; scouting out areas and killing those werewolves who stray from their packs. She had no problems with the werewolves she was just doing as commanded. In fact her dislike remained more with the vampires. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Imogen crouched at the edge of the roof, her dark clothing blending into the night's shadow as her gaze continued to watch the events unfold.
((OOC: Sorry for late reply to this rp))
As the dark set in, the humans scurried into their homes away from the terrors that filled the night. Imogen continued to sit atop the tiles of the roof and stare below as the group of vampires began to make their move. It wasn't much surprise that they were defeated quite quickly, and their opponents were, as Imogen had predicted, mostly werewolves. As the vampires' screams rang out through the night she did nothing to aid them. Neither did she move to help as one vampire was dragged inside a building. Imogen's vampiric hearing could pick up every detail of the conversation that took place inside that building or as the werewolf called it, 'the interrogation', but she was distracted. Looking to her side she noticed a bright light flashing through the sky. Normally Imogen would pass this off as a shooing star but for some reason this 'star' seemed bigger. Her attentions were brought back to the building as the sound of glass shattering echoed around the town. The vampire was obviously of no further use to the werewolves and had been discarded.
Imogen stood from her place and jumped to the ground from the roof, landing with a soft thud. It seemed the occupants inside the building were preoccupied with their own happenings, so Imogen took this chance to walk to the vampire. He looked a mess. He was curled into a ball and most obviously, if he was human, would be on the edge of death. But fate was cruel and this vampire remained alive to suffer all of the injuries that had been dealt to him. Imogen poked the figure with her boot and he groaned as he rolled onto his back. The vampire's eyes widened at the sight of her and his lips parted to speak. But Imogen crouched down and silenced the vampire with a swift dagger to the chest. She couldn't have him giving away her position.
With a heavy sigh Imogen stood up. Bending slightly she jumped upwards landing on the edge of the roof of a small building with ease. This was her life; scouting out areas and killing those werewolves who stray from their packs. She had no problems with the werewolves she was just doing as commanded. In fact her dislike remained more with the vampires. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Imogen crouched at the edge of the roof, her dark clothing blending into the night's shadow as her gaze continued to watch the events unfold.
((OOC: Sorry for late reply to this rp))
The stranger walked slowly towards the fallen vampire. It was impaled through the left side by Lycans weapon. Raajin and Lycan turned to watch what the stranger and what he might do.
Lycan, still in half werewolf form asked Raajin: "He's not like anything from around here, humaniod, werewolf or even vampire.. " whispering, "you think it'll eat the vampire?"
A smile broke on Raajins' face, "Hardly Lycan, I don't think this is a canibal or anything of the sort.. but that would be quite funny to watch."
Lycan saw the vampire was still able to squirm around, not much movement, but enough to get one good blow at the new guy. Lycan watched the vampire shuffle around until the new guy was about four-ish feet away from the vampire, that the vampire suddenly sprung to life and leaped at him. Lycan's senses reacted just as quickly as the vampires jump. Lycan dashed quickly between the two and grabbed the hammer side of his weapon. Since the vampire was in mid-lunge, that part of the hammer faced downward. Grasping it, Lycan pushed upward as fast as he could, causing his weapon to impale the ceiling and then sandwiching the vampire between the ceiling and his hammer.
"Lets have him hang around a bit.." Lycan said laughing changing back into his humaniod form, sensing no more trouble.
"Goddamnit Lycan! How come you always find the most destructive way to solve everything.." Said Raajin.
"Because normally, you're the one paying for it! Ha ha." Lycan said in return.
Blood dripped down from Lycans weapon, the vampire was bleeding quite badly from its side, but Lycan and Raajin simply ignored the yells and screams of pain from the vampire. They didn't care. Raajin turned away and went towards the kitchen, witch was down the hall and to the last door on the left. "Do you want anything while I'm here Lycan?!"
"Sure, fix me a juicy.. bloody.." Lycan liked teasing the vampire strung to his ceiling, "fresh.."
"Seriously.." Raajin yelled.
"Nope! no thanks. Hey buddy, " Lycan said, turning to the stranger, "want anything to eat and or drink?"
Lycan, still in half werewolf form asked Raajin: "He's not like anything from around here, humaniod, werewolf or even vampire.. " whispering, "you think it'll eat the vampire?"
A smile broke on Raajins' face, "Hardly Lycan, I don't think this is a canibal or anything of the sort.. but that would be quite funny to watch."
Lycan saw the vampire was still able to squirm around, not much movement, but enough to get one good blow at the new guy. Lycan watched the vampire shuffle around until the new guy was about four-ish feet away from the vampire, that the vampire suddenly sprung to life and leaped at him. Lycan's senses reacted just as quickly as the vampires jump. Lycan dashed quickly between the two and grabbed the hammer side of his weapon. Since the vampire was in mid-lunge, that part of the hammer faced downward. Grasping it, Lycan pushed upward as fast as he could, causing his weapon to impale the ceiling and then sandwiching the vampire between the ceiling and his hammer.
"Lets have him hang around a bit.." Lycan said laughing changing back into his humaniod form, sensing no more trouble.
"Goddamnit Lycan! How come you always find the most destructive way to solve everything.." Said Raajin.
"Because normally, you're the one paying for it! Ha ha." Lycan said in return.
Blood dripped down from Lycans weapon, the vampire was bleeding quite badly from its side, but Lycan and Raajin simply ignored the yells and screams of pain from the vampire. They didn't care. Raajin turned away and went towards the kitchen, witch was down the hall and to the last door on the left. "Do you want anything while I'm here Lycan?!"
"Sure, fix me a juicy.. bloody.." Lycan liked teasing the vampire strung to his ceiling, "fresh.."
"Seriously.." Raajin yelled.
"Nope! no thanks. Hey buddy, " Lycan said, turning to the stranger, "want anything to eat and or drink?"
ooc: I deleted my first post as Deception, I am going to start off differently with him.
IC:
Deception looked ahead as a small party of werewolves aproached. He smiled as they got closer, his humanoid form small, and harmless. As they saw him alone they formed a circle around him. Deception looked around, holding his huge fist grip blades.
One of the werewolves smiled. "Well now, look at the little man." He chuckled, then he cought a wiff of something unusual. He looked at the young Deception then they all took on their werewolf forms. Deception smiled.
"Who ya callin lil'?" he asked as his body began to change. His face covered in fur, witht he rest of his body. Yet his features and size were beyond intimidating. He grinned with a mouth full of fangs. His canines longer than the rest of his teeth. His bones thinkened as his backbone split out his back slightly, jsut to be covered by skin as the horrific change proceeded. Soon he stood well over the werewolves. Deception looked at the one that called him little. "Yer first, ya damned simple minded fool."
The werewolf laughed and looked at the singled out creature. "Your out numbered ya baffoon. There are six of us, and one of you." With that, he carelessly charged Deception.
"Fool," Deception said as he quickly moved out of the way and split open the creatures back with a quick swing of his fist. He lifted his blade as the werewolf fell screaming in pain, and licked the blood off of his balde. "NOW!" he yelled and a large group of vampires of vampires, about twelve, charged out of the neraby trees and quickly over ran the werewolves. Two more came at Deception. He pointed the blades at them and smirked. "Burn," he said as bolts of lighting shot from the ground, up through Deception, and out of blades directly the werewolves. They fell to the ground. One twitching, the other shivered as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and the life left her body.
"Get away from me!" one yelled as it tore the throte out of one of the vampires the others jumped him, and held him down. Truth walked up slowly and looked at the werewolf.
"Calm," she said in a loving voice. Deception shook his head as he took on his smaller form. He knew where this was going from the start. Love magic, it can do anything from calming a dog, to calming a Wyrm. And thats just the basics of it. The werewolf took on its humanoid form and stood before her, calm and almost unconcious. She took him into a room followed by three guards. Her magic rarely failed. And when it did, those three always killed the creature long before it could harm anyone.
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Ferail looked at the Vampire hanging from the ceiling. "You know what, I think I am good, but thanks." Ferail looked at Lycan, then to Raajin, then at the vampire. "What are you doing here, who sent you, and why."
The vampire looked at Ferail like he was stupid. "I was just on a stroll," The vampire forced out with a smirk. Ferail shook his head, then looked at Lycan.
"You don't mind if I make a bit of a mess, do ya?" Lycan just shook his head. Ferail looked at the vampire, still stuck to the ceiling. "Answer me." The vampire shook his head. Ferail reached up and grabbed the handle of the hammer. He yanked out of the ceiling, and as the vampire began to fall, Ferail spun around slapping the vampire witht the side of the hammer, sending it out the window as well. "Fool," Ferail looked back at Lycan. "Come to think of it, he was no less than a pawn, probally didn't know anything at all." Ferail sat down on the floor, his huge figure shrunk into that of a small fragile man. "So, What are your names, I am Ferail.
ooc: Just so you know, a wyrm can be anything from a primitive dragon, to a giant worm like creature. kind of like a land wyvern.
IC:
Deception looked ahead as a small party of werewolves aproached. He smiled as they got closer, his humanoid form small, and harmless. As they saw him alone they formed a circle around him. Deception looked around, holding his huge fist grip blades.
One of the werewolves smiled. "Well now, look at the little man." He chuckled, then he cought a wiff of something unusual. He looked at the young Deception then they all took on their werewolf forms. Deception smiled.
"Who ya callin lil'?" he asked as his body began to change. His face covered in fur, witht he rest of his body. Yet his features and size were beyond intimidating. He grinned with a mouth full of fangs. His canines longer than the rest of his teeth. His bones thinkened as his backbone split out his back slightly, jsut to be covered by skin as the horrific change proceeded. Soon he stood well over the werewolves. Deception looked at the one that called him little. "Yer first, ya damned simple minded fool."
The werewolf laughed and looked at the singled out creature. "Your out numbered ya baffoon. There are six of us, and one of you." With that, he carelessly charged Deception.
"Fool," Deception said as he quickly moved out of the way and split open the creatures back with a quick swing of his fist. He lifted his blade as the werewolf fell screaming in pain, and licked the blood off of his balde. "NOW!" he yelled and a large group of vampires of vampires, about twelve, charged out of the neraby trees and quickly over ran the werewolves. Two more came at Deception. He pointed the blades at them and smirked. "Burn," he said as bolts of lighting shot from the ground, up through Deception, and out of blades directly the werewolves. They fell to the ground. One twitching, the other shivered as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and the life left her body.
"Get away from me!" one yelled as it tore the throte out of one of the vampires the others jumped him, and held him down. Truth walked up slowly and looked at the werewolf.
"Calm," she said in a loving voice. Deception shook his head as he took on his smaller form. He knew where this was going from the start. Love magic, it can do anything from calming a dog, to calming a Wyrm. And thats just the basics of it. The werewolf took on its humanoid form and stood before her, calm and almost unconcious. She took him into a room followed by three guards. Her magic rarely failed. And when it did, those three always killed the creature long before it could harm anyone.
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Ferail looked at the Vampire hanging from the ceiling. "You know what, I think I am good, but thanks." Ferail looked at Lycan, then to Raajin, then at the vampire. "What are you doing here, who sent you, and why."
The vampire looked at Ferail like he was stupid. "I was just on a stroll," The vampire forced out with a smirk. Ferail shook his head, then looked at Lycan.
"You don't mind if I make a bit of a mess, do ya?" Lycan just shook his head. Ferail looked at the vampire, still stuck to the ceiling. "Answer me." The vampire shook his head. Ferail reached up and grabbed the handle of the hammer. He yanked out of the ceiling, and as the vampire began to fall, Ferail spun around slapping the vampire witht the side of the hammer, sending it out the window as well. "Fool," Ferail looked back at Lycan. "Come to think of it, he was no less than a pawn, probally didn't know anything at all." Ferail sat down on the floor, his huge figure shrunk into that of a small fragile man. "So, What are your names, I am Ferail.
ooc: Just so you know, a wyrm can be anything from a primitive dragon, to a giant worm like creature. kind of like a land wyvern.
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