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Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 24, 2003, 09:00:06 am
*bewildered she sits* i... really was just looking for a way out of here...*her ear twitches*
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 24, 2003, 10:03:17 am
"This is your way out, we can't afford to let anyone stay here, nor do we have anything to let you use."

When everyone was finally sat down, the Kalga lurched. There was nothing to look out, just the simple organic looking walls. A slight vibration began to shake through the ship.

With Kalga I watched through it's eyes, watching the slipstream take us in, and close behind us just as we were fully in.

~May the Avari guide us well~ I thought towards Kalga.

~That they do, they are strong, and grand for a race such as them. Their wiseness is perhaps as great as my own. It will be a pleasure to meet these people, whom have gotten to know the space ways well.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 24, 2003, 08:48:12 am
As the lights lead you down the hall, you finally come to the command room, where you are greated by a wide range of bewildered faces. Quite suddenly you see a chair move up from the ground.

Then a voice catches your ears, "You'd better get settled in, we are about to use a Slipstream created by the Avari. Please hurry, The Kalga can not defend its self for long against the Kal'Tak."

You identify the voice coming from a horse like anthro, his eyes closed, as if in a trance.
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 24, 2003, 07:26:30 am
*slowly makes her way down*... hello?
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 24, 2003, 06:43:12 am
*walks closer to it holding up the "weapon" * hello?
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 24, 2003, 06:46:17 am
Once you get to the door, you look down the corridor of which it opens. Down it, you see some lights down by the bottom of the walls. These were blinking off and on in a certain order. A bit like the traveling chirstimas lights on Terra. The lights seem to be trying to guide you to somewhere. A door somewhere down the hall opens up.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 23, 2003, 05:47:02 pm
Once again the light flickers. As you watch it it seems to have a pattern to it, not the sort of randomness of a light about to go out.

3 flickers, it stays on... then another 3 flickers, maintains its lightness. It continues on this patteren some more, as if insisting that you go to it.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 23, 2003, 03:39:10 pm
You simply see a set of lights flicker at a door way. Looking around you can see that the ship is very much organic looking, unlike most ships.

Again the flickering happens at the door way, which opens up.
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 23, 2003, 02:59:17 pm
*once inside your docking bay a clatter comes from inside the door to the craft opening but only just one large pinky white ear followed by a  red eye peeks round the corner, obviosly femanin. she darts back in then slides out*

Thanks... *her voice is slighly huskey her reddy blonde hair is tied back messily*.. i need to take a ship ...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 23, 2003, 02:45:09 pm
~There is a ship, it is being fired on, it looks aggresive, but the others shoot at it.~

"Then we must save it. If the attackers are getting at it then we must try and get to it. I'll try and bring it here."

To those who can't hear Kalga it's self, it would seem that I was talking out to no one in particular.

"Okay, people, Slightl delay, we've got a small craft in distress, going to try and get it."

Closing my eyes, I slipped my mind in with Kalga's. I could see the ship now. Yes.. diffrent. I reache dout with my mind, learning the techniques that I had learned long ago. I didn't try to pull it towards me at first. I simply slowed it, slowing it to a stop. To the occupent inside this would be diffrent considering that space doesn't have resitance to movment. The ship then stopped then started to move towards us. Slowly speeding up faster and faster. Kalga prepared it's self to catch the free floating craft.
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 23, 2003, 02:04:09 pm
*just before your ship readies itself for jump the scanners pick up a possible enemy ship driving eratically, badly damaged. The weapons are down as is much of anything. It seems to be pretty much out of control a few "fighters" fire on it then leave as it begins its decent to the unknown*

(ooc: if thats ok)
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 23, 2003, 05:26:29 pm
*watchs the lights picking up a rogue bit of ship to hit anyone should they go for her*
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 04, 2003, 06:39:46 am
"The Kal'tak, I don't know..-," I looked at the tree creature that walked out of the elevator, burshing past me to get to Alex. I blinked several times, and looked at it closer. It was certainly a tree... some sort of creature on it too. Was this the Humapyte? The 'skin' looked similar to Kalga's.

I watched in pure amazment as the creature looked out across our town, but it suddenly seemed to break down, if it's reactions were even remotely simliar to ours. I watched as it moved away from the windows and into a cornor. I stared at it for several moments before I hesitently moved to take a look out the window myself. I survayed the scene carefully, taking in the views and happenings. Nothing seemed out of place. Along the forest's edge there were some signs of expansion through the stumps, several new looking homes were constructed by the materials that were cut down. Then it hit me. Tree Creatures.... Wood... Oh Tark!

"He's scared of what he do with wood, with trees." I whispered to my self. I quickly looked at the creature, then back out at the scene. To him... it would of looked to be a massacer.

Tark is right. I slowly approached the creature, my hands spread out in such a way as to show I am unarmed, in hopes that the little creature wouldn't attack me, specially with that glare, "I am Jadnar, I know now why you are scared. Do not be afraid, for those trees do not have a consciounce as you do. We may not value the lives as you do, but as much as we know, they do not feel pain, or fear, nor emotions of anysort."

~Kalga, I could use some help.~

~I do not know of what can help, it may be creator, but I do not know how they react to this. I have never seen the use of trees as I have seen it through creator's eyes. I am mearly tool to them.~

~You are more then a tool, your a living breathing.... well I guess your breath, but you think, you develop, you react to stimulus. You are a creature, a thinker. You are more then a tool~

~Tool to them, I am.~

(sorry bout the yoda speech :P)

It didn't seem I'd get much help from Kalga, but maybe later I can get some information from it later, specially from that contact with the Kal'tak.

"I know what you are, and maybe why you're here, but in the mean time, there are many things that we do that may apaul you. But these are things that many thousands of species have done through out the galaxy. We can't stop it. But I assure you, you or any other's of your species will not be used for the purposes as what your presumed cousins may be used for."

*tark.... I don't know if I'm just shoving my paw down my throat or helping. I feel like such a fack'ortia*
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 04, 2003, 05:15:29 am
Gorbin is taken aback at Alex's and Trusters reaction, and sent.

~Oh, damm. What did I do this time?~
~Wait a mininit, I am the only with a bodypet.~
{at this time Gorbin gets a flood of info.}

Gorbin "remembers" about the glan, he is suppose to activate when around Non-Plants.

OOC:This is a hormone, that makes Gorbin smell on a subconscious level as a friend/packmate. This works on most not all non-plants, and works best on contact with a person. This is why Gorbin has this need to make body contact with every Non-Plant he meets. This instinct was added to Hooma's at the same time the nose was added.

Gorbin slips past Truster/Jadner, and the others. As the sun hits Gorbins grass/fur, Gorbin takes on a shine of health that any gardener would be proud of. Gorbin walks up to Alex with a look of worry.
"Alex I am so sorry, I did not mean to scare you. This is Flick my bodypet, he could not hurt a leaf. Please forgive. I am so new to this....this meeting of others....everything is so strange....is there anything I could do to....fix this...to make it grow closer to the light."

With that said Gorbin slowly stands up strait. He looks around, and shows a face filled with shock. He sees the bare earth, the tree stumps at the edge of town, houses made of wood, sickly weeds poking out of cracks of cement and asphalt. He backs up hitting outside of the elevator, then skoots
around until he finds an open door. He backs in, and freezes looking out. Then he squats down and puts his face in his four hands, and starts to rock. Flick crawls up the top of Gorbins head and glares at everyone looking.

OOC: Sorry about the melowdrama just trying to play the charactor as I think he would react to a fronter town. and sorry to Jadnar and Terastas for not introducing Gorbin, he can have a one track mind.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on June 22, 2003, 09:27:08 pm
OC; ahh good too see the game comeback too life I was begining too worry.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on September 05, 2003, 09:04:43 am
Alex looked down at the cub with a sense of worry.
"Hey now don't cry. Be brave you've been through a lot today".

Alex kneeled down so that he was level with Simon. He then reached over and wiped away his tears. "I understand how you feel Simon. I too have lost family, and friends".

Alex reached into his pocket and brought out his camera. He switched on the viewer and a picture slowly came into focus. "Here's a few of them", he told Simon as he flicked through them. Eventually the screen showed he pictures he had taken before the Kal'tak attacked Repine.

"No! It can't be! In the picture were the two strange figures, but now that Alex had seen them he knew what they were. "Mitchea....with the kal'tak?"

(Check the very first page of the game for a little info)




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 14, 2003, 04:00:32 am
Trustor's mind raced.  He was tired but thinking more clearly as his ears trained for sound.  Protocol for this situation would be observe and avoid detection.  If friendly, get assistance.  If not..  Acquire communication via stealth and rendevous for pickup.  

Trustors ears twitched as he caught the hum of activity down the corridor coming closer.  Crouching down Trustor tilted his head instinctively to avoid the reflection of light from his brown eyes, the flashing yellow light rolling over his dark form pressed into the wall as he tucked his tail low.  The clapping of rail and rush of wind carried the scent of mildew and grease to the dogs nose as a rail car rushed by, it’s claps echoing as it’s red tail lights painted the darkness in streaks with it’s leaving.  The transport had left as quickly as it had come.  Moments later, there was blackness as lights went out.

The yellow light had gone out.  The warning light was perhaps of service to this underground transport Trustor thought, as his eyes adjusted quickly to the dark.  He had not been given color vision intentionally by his creators to improve his sharpness and night vision.  The need for sleep had been nearly removed for all BEFU’s as well.  These were traits that had saved his furry hide in the field many times and seemed were coming in useful again.  As his eyes quickly adjusted, Trustor remembered how he had heard a human soldier once mention something about “dreaming” but he didn’t understand.  Why would anyone dream?  Perhaps they are just “hoping” for something when they close their eyes.  Well, whatever is-is Trustor thought.  You can’t hope for anything.  Only do what you are supposed to do.

Trustor moved quickly down the dark corridor staying near to the wall, wisps of ozone catching his nose from metal rails in a shallow damp gully.  It was nearly totally dark but his eyes could still make out the outline of shapes.  As Trustor turned he picked up a glint of light up ahead and the sent of outdoors.  He picked up his pace and leaped onto a steel ladder. There was a sense of relief from seeing light up above.  There were times he wondered if he would ever see light again.  Trustor synced his watch. “Trustor A-11b 2966 location unknown in unlisted territory.”, Trustor spoke,  “Attempting to Acquire communication with Karath HQ following plan Omega-11 part c.”  “Setting GPS way-point now recording.”,  Entering the final command into his watch Trustor pushed up on the large metal cover and slid it back.  Looking out he was surprised.  He was in a city!
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 12, 2003, 11:31:21 am
<begin neat breifing music>

Location: Darvin Cluster, Planet Repine
Time: 0405 Galatic Standerd Time

"This is Frigate Rouche on docking vector."

"Roger that Rouche, reciving authorization codes, Your clear."

"Vector heading two o five niner. I've got something on long range, do you have it station?"

"Confirm we have an anomolous signiture approching your approach vector."

"We have a visual.. Its a missile!"

"We are attempting to get a tractor lock on, Its out of range"

"Estimated time of contact 20 secounds"

"We can't get to it, Dispatching fighter squadron"

"10 Secounds to impact!"

"Fighter squadron enrout"

"We aren't going... *static*..."

"Frigat Rouche, you you there, repeat we don't have you on scope, are you out there?"

"The Frigate that you call Rouche has been destroyed, as will be you."

"Who is this?"

"We are the Kal'Tak Rulers of This Galaxy!"

____

As of now your Characters do not know about this situation, though reports about it will be coming in through news channels and the sort. You may begin your Role Playing Experince. Start out as you wish, where ever you wish. Though I plan on pulling all the players together aboard the Kalga. Have Fun!
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 12, 2003, 12:44:33 pm
*Warning* *Warning* The warmth of yellow flashing lights were upon his muzzle.  Trustor opened one eye laying on the floor as he stared up at a flashing yellow light.  Coughing, choking.. finally he could fill his first breath of air.  Desperate for air Trustor concentrated not to gasp breathing to get more air into his lungs without choking.  His hand slid under his chest as he gazed around.  It appeared to be some sort of access conduit.  

The logo on the wall was not Karath.  “I could he be in enemy territory.”, Trustor thought getting his bearings. His bloody ear twitched turning to catch a footfall far down the hall.  Trustor stepped into the shadows of an alcove.  Knife drawn ready to pounce his tan and black fur blending into the black shadows as he waited amongst the soft buzzing of hundreds of power conduits.

Moments passed as Trustor stood there motionless his tall ears perked waiting for the faintest of sounds from beyond and his tail tucked low.  The pain was great as Trustor then noticed his own dire need for attention.  Feeling the energy buzz through the conduits Trustor could feel himself reach out and start to pull the energy flows towards him in strings of rushing of heat.  The energy relaxed his mussels as he began to breath easier.  Reaching into his hip sack Trustor pulled out and administered himself a quick anti-coagulant/anti-inflammatory to aid in the rapid healing.  Feeling the swelling quickly drop in his left eye to BR4 approved functionality.  Trustor begged the question now in his mind, “What now....”.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 12, 2003, 03:16:42 pm
Space on its own is lonely. Its eternal black depths never ending to us mear creatures. Though we find our companions, to drift through space, through what are called the Space ways.

I could feel a rumble beneath my feet, and in my head I could hear the Kalga talk to me. ~There is something out there... something large. It shadows the Space Ways. It hurts my mind.~

"Kalga? Are you alright? What do you mean?"

~Something Great, something terrible is coming~

"Where is it?"

~Somewheres near the Darvin Cluster~

"Way Burst there, If we can help we must."

~I will go, but I fear~
Title: The Game
Post by: Richard Smith on April 12, 2003, 04:37:46 pm
Bowing his head one last time, Brent finished his prayer and raised his head, regarding the altar of the dimly-lit church vaguely for a moment before leaving the building, picking up his naginata from where he had leaned it against the doorframe on his way out. The Shining Voice prayed in any churches they came across. They weren't overly religious, but it was one of the ways to recieve jobs from the nameless Gods that guided their steps. Most of the time the young fighter used it as a way to sink himself into a state of calm but... this time was different. The call had come. Looking up into the bright sky, the fox adjusted the twin blades hanging from his right hip. Then, using the spear as a walking-staff, he moved on his way.
Title: The Game
Post by: nevwyn on April 12, 2003, 08:38:31 pm
Singing tunelessly along with the music blaring forth from his headset, Nevwyn slowly works his way about the promenade ignoring the looks of distain from those passing about him as he carefully mops up the remains of last nights party at the Last Chance Saloon.

"damn asteriod miners, every payday." he mutters "you'd think after all these years they'd learn to drink in moderation, but nooooo gotta live it up. Sigh least they could do is learn to wait till they got their grav legs back, drunken space sick fools not a one of them seems able to hold their liquer. Least its only on the floor this time."
Title: The Game
Post by: seanshorty on April 12, 2003, 09:10:57 pm
Relaxed in his transport vehicle, Sean sees the display on the dashboard two blinking lights coming towards his location. He then notices that two alien are coming towards him at full speed. In panic, he notifies HQ, but no use. He is out of contact distance. An enemy laser shot across his vehicle and clipped the wing. "Crap!". Sean tries to take control of it, but its useless. He rushes to the escape pod and launches out of the transport. He looks back at the transport in ruins, scattered all over the place. The pod enters the atmophere of a nearby planet and lands in what it looks to be a jungle. He gets his Gunblade and Shock Blades and steps out of the pod and sniffs the air. "Well, it looks like i have to find a communcation station of some type."
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on April 13, 2003, 04:56:38 pm
Crouching silently behind a pile of empty cardboard boxes, Alex watches patiently as a small group of thugs stand holding a small package of Crystaline ore. This stuff was worth millions on the black market, and people would literally kill, and die for it.

At last all the leads had paid off, and Alex had finally caught up to the leader of this illegal trade. Finally the groups "customer" had arrived. It wasn't really a shock, once again the chief of police was willing to turn a blind eye to line his own pockets once more.

The tabloids were going to have a field day over this.
Chief Mitchea caught with his paw in the cookie jar yet again...bad doggie. Alex thought to himself.

He readied himself for the shot and took 5 in quick succession. These pictures would definately get him onto the front page and enough money to get off this god forsaken planet.

He could hardly wait.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on April 13, 2003, 06:32:38 pm
Onboard Millitary Battleship Goliath docked for repairs in the Repine moonebase space dock.

" BLast it all too hell who rewired this a blind monkey"
Babel turned to the captain with a heavy scowl his face.
" When I do something I do it for a reason, Tell that that... idiot of a mech you have working for you to leave well enough alone".
Giveing the ships monitor one final tweek the whole array of comes on and the whirle of readouts and radio static fill the air.
" Well Im done here next time you flyboys need a repaire call me please don't go poking around"
"Our mechanics can do the job just as good as you your just lucky we contracted you for this Babel, If it where up to me I wouldn't even pay ya" the captain sneered back.
" Is that so well I guess I will just undo what I just did and le..."
" NO no no don't just leave it and go you'll get your pay and yer parts just leave the ship be" The captain cut him off mid-sentance.
"Thank you captain a wise choice" He turns and leaves for his shuttle.
As Bable makes his way to his small craft a bleep from his arm informs him that something has happend.
Cheacking the text from the millitary info server the fate of the Friget Rouche comes up.
" The Rouche it's been what 6 years since I was on that thing hmm not too far away and there's always a need for a mech might as well get out there and take a look see. Damm I did some mighty fine work on that ship I'll be tick off if it's been ruined".
Title: The Game
Post by: on April 14, 2003, 09:22:52 pm
"I am only concerned for your safety, my son.  It is not common for our people to fly on wings that are not our own."

The wingless Avari bowed his head in confirmation.  "I understand your concerns, Navitania.  However, I fear we cannot keep the teachings of the Avari restricted to the one planet on which we live."  He took up his pack and strapped it onto his back.  "Do not think of it as an attempt to fly before I am able.  I will soar through the far reaches of space, but my feet shall always be planted firm."  He smiled and got down on one knee, bowing before his mentor to say goodbye.  "After all, I believe the people of our temporary home are all too familiar with the ways of the Avari.  If I am to truly put all I have learned to use, it must be among others that have not."  He looked up at her hopefully.  "Do I have your permission?"

Navitania folded her wings down at her sides, draping over her shoulders like a cloak.  She smiled as well, gently took his hand and nuzzled it fondly.  "May the world benefit from your wisdom, Terastas of the Monastery."  She let go and bid him stand.  "Just try to stay on the peaceful path, okay?"

Terastas bowed again.  "Always."  He stood up, looked over his teacher's head at the towering stone shrine the Avari called the Monastery, protected by miles of lush forest that attracted the Avari like moths to a flame.  But now, as custom dictated, Terastas would be leaving, not only the shrine he had studied in for more than a human's lifetime, but his entire planet as well.  He stepped back so he could see the entire shrine, closed his eyes, and bowed farewell.
Title: The Game
Post by: Nyskall on April 17, 2003, 12:09:06 pm
Thunder rumbled overhead as rain poured down over what was once a small outpost located inside a forested area.. Only a few dry areas were left in this dark, damp place. A dim light flickered through the darkness, the little power it had left, slowly beginning to die out. A sudden bashing broke the silence of the structure as a door was broke right out of the wall. Wading through the knee deep water was the dragon Nyskall.

"Place is more flooded than I thought.." muttered Nyskall as he peered around the darkness. Checking his wrist computer, he noticed where he had to go was to go lower into the basements. Sloushing through the water he found the way down....

Completely underwater..

"Hmph.." Taking in a huge breath Nyskall dove underwater. He flicked on a light on his wrist device so he could get a better view of things. Swimmig past some computer systems he found that they still had some power left.

("Just enough.") he thought to himself. Searching around for about half a minute Nyskall found a working terminal in which he could get the information that he came for. Making a few connections to the terminal from his wrist computer he began to gather the info. About halfway finished, the need for air began to pester him.

("Just a little longer...........got it")

Removing the connections, Nyskall flipped around underwater and swam the way he came from.

Breathing in air as he rose out the flooded basement and back into the knee deep water, Nyskall began to check the information he had gotten. It was all fairly good but then he noticed something else..

"Frigate Rouche?...I've heard of that ship from somewhere.." and then thinking to himself..

("I'll check around somemore, maybe this place has something to do with that ship..")

Outside, the storm was still unleashing its anger...




Title: The Game
Post by: on April 17, 2003, 06:15:40 pm
After two days of traveling on foot, Terastas came to the capitol city of Eravia, the same name as the planet on which the Avari now resided.  City, however, may not be the best of terms.  It was actually more of a place where commerce could be centered so the religious havens and environmental reserves could remain undisturbed.  The city's crowning glory was the space ladder, literally an elevator that lifted up above the planet's atmosphere and up to a docking station, capable of supporting twenty at a time but usually only accomodating less than a fraction.  Down below, the elevator shaft descended down the middle of a fifty-story tower.  The fifty floors were more active than anywhere else on the planet, though few locations were actually of interest.  Most active were the trading port (Eravia bought more than it produced), the tourism and travel agency, and the mercenary's bar/guild, which was Terastas's destination.

He was not sure what he expected to find there, but this was not it.  Five humans were present, three of which were clad in decorated blue and gold combat armor and keeping well to themselves.  The other two sat casually at a large table, accompanied by two bipedal foxes and an incredibly large skunk-like creature.  One of the foxes spotted him on instant, apparently confused by his blue fur.  She said something to the others, they followed her eyes, and the humans appeared to laugh.  One waved him over, and after joing the party at the table and listening to their conversation for more than an hour, the words began to make sense.

"I know opportunities are rare in Eravia, but this is ridiculous" commented one of the humans.

"It happens sometimes" said the fox female.  "Whenever something bad happens.  This time a frigate got destroyed.  Haven't heard much more than that; its still that period where everyone's running around trying to figure out what happened."

"Might be a good opportunity once they figure it out" the skunk commented.  "You know who owned the freighter?"

"Can't say I do" she replied.  "I know it was called the Rouche, but that's it.  Besides, you should keep your voice down about hunting and bodyguard work."  She motioned towards the uniformed humans.

Terastas followed her eyes to them and blinked at them.  "Who are they?"

"So you understand us now?" said the fox female.  "Cool, what's your name?"

He said it for them, and the humans tilted their heads at it, and the foxes both tried to pronounce it with no success.

"Can we call you Terry for short?" one of the humans asked.

He paused a moment before answering.  "If it makes it any easier for you, alright."  He looked back at the uniformed humans.  "So who are they?"

"Don't know for sure" he responded.  "Some kind of fighter's guild.  Don't know who they work for, but we know this: they hate competition."

The skunk reached across the table and ruffled Terry's headfur.  "That's why independents like us need to stick together.  Let the big-wigs alone and the corporate wars'll be global."
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 17, 2003, 06:39:49 pm
The Kalga Pushed its self into the space ways, causing reality to ripple, solid objects bent, Things changed, the mind lifted, the body weighted. There was a sudden burst of sound and the world straightend out again. We were now Way Bursting.

"How long will it take us to get to the Darvin cluster?"

~2 Fermans, I've also learned more. The disturbence I felt is another race, I do not know them, they are unlike anything I've felt over the many thousands of mehraks. Their minds are dark, and cold.~

"Do you know how far they have spread? Or have the Space ways not have the knowledge?"

~They are just as ignorent.~

"Can you camoflauge yourself?"

~I can, but I do not know if it will work against these minds. They are dark, I fear them. We are coming out of burst~

Once again the world twisted out of shape, sounds distorted, and the sound bursted once more, and everything was back to normal.

~THEIR MINDS! AHH!~

"Kalga! Whats Wrong?"

~They Claw at my mind, they hurt me. They tear to be inside my head, they want to kill.~

"Block your mind, keep it closed, you can't let them get in!"

~I have done so, but they still tear at the surface. I can feel them.~

"We'll do this as fast as we can. Contact the station."

~I have established a radio contact with the entitie~

"This is Captain Jadnar of the uh.. Kalga. You have an Enemie in your misted."

"What? How do you know!? We have nothing on scope, besides your ship."

"The Kalga can Sense them."

"Sense them? Are your sensors broken?"

"No, the Kalga is an organ ship, as you should of concluded by now, it has its on conscienceses."

"Hell, what are we supposed to do?"

~Something is coming~

"Station, The Kalga senses something coming, I recommend you go to Full combat alert! NOW!"
Title: The Game
Post by: Richard Smith on April 17, 2003, 07:00:29 pm
The realization that the assignment Brent had been called on would not take place on the planet he was currently stationed on was a mild annoyance. Having been born on a rather under-advanced planet, he had never had enough space-travel experience to get used to interstellar travel, and the thought of it still made his stomach lurch. Oh well, what must be done must be done. Finding a console in the small town near the church he had just left, he quickly sent his message out onto the nets, posting it wherever those who owned ships with passenger space were likely to find it.

'In need of interplanetary transport for one, destination and price negotiable upon acceptance of contract.
-Brent Lanford, Blade of the Shining Voice'
Title: The Game
Post by: on April 17, 2003, 09:47:25 pm
Terastas, now Terry, had fallen into a stuppor by then.  Apart from the rastafarian towing service (be damned if he would enlist with them, the Eravian depot was empty.  The three uniformed mercenaries had left, and the independents he had established mutual friendships with in that time had all retired to the local inns, not content to wait any longer for employment to find them.  That left Terry alone in the mercenary's bar, with nothing to do but sit quietly and meditate.

He was silent and motionless for so long that the canine woman tending the bar almost made it a habit of checking for breathing.  Still, despite the discomfort he brought the less spiritually guided individuals that required her service, she knew well the ways of the Avari.  Rarely did an Avari begin his lesandria without sensing good reason.  It was common for Avari to spend hours, even days in meditation while they searched the far reaches for an answer.

He awoke from his meditation with a jolt, but soon had calmed himself and approached the bartender with utmost politeness.

"May I ask you, do you know of any weapons dealers in Eravia?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Nyskall on April 17, 2003, 11:08:46 pm
Still searching around the dark place, Nyskall managed to find a ramp that went up to the first floor. As he ventured further up he noticed a rather odd indentation in the wall. A long jagged scar ran across the metal plating, the metal shredded, and shrapnel poking out. Shining a light on the damage, he noticed alot of red in the wall and running down it as well. Nyskall quirked his eye as he got a closer look.

"Blood..."

Nyskall took a look around and listened for a moment. Only the sound of rain pouring and the rumble of thinder was heard. Without bothering to check the cause of the damage further, he continued on through the dark halls. Coming across a larger door than the usual ones, he stopped to check it.

"Locked huh?"

Flicking his tail he took several steps back and rammed the door with his body, ripping it out of the wall in which it was held in.

"Not anymore..." he mumbled as he walked in. A distant crash sounded off in the distance, making Nyskall wonder about it. Scanning the room he noticed a security card lying on the ground.
Checking the terminal which mostly was wrecked, he found feedback which appears to have been transmitted between the Rouche, another ship which Nyskall couldn't identify due to the message being mostly garbaled, and something else....

"Fri-----Rouche, are you...re, repeat...don't...have you.....scope.......are you out there?"

"The Fri....you call Rouch.....been destroyed...as...be you."

"Who is this?"

"We are t............................................."

The message was no longer translatable after that.

"Something's going on out there.....think I'll check it out"




Title: The Game
Post by: nevwyn on April 18, 2003, 08:47:21 am
Nevwyn trudged slowly through the doors to the station's environmental services department after another long day of cleaning up the reminents of barfights and hazardous chemical spills. Putting his tools away he slowly makes his way to the mr. coffee in the lounge.

Nodding to acknowledge, greetings from a couple of the guys there he poured himself a mug of life.

"Hey Nev, you get a chance to see the news reports yet today?"

"You know I never read that crap," shakes his head " its only ever gossip about which star is cheating one whom with who, or whoses suing them for it."

"Not today it isn't, theres real news today."

Nevwyn flops out in one of the arm chairs interested, "so what have we got thats supposedly real news?" reads the news burst thats handed to him. "Well well, looks like you get the understatement of the month award with this one. How'd this one get out? The company should've had this hushed up pronto, it bad for business to lose a freighter makes people nervious."

*** Operations to Environmental Services***

"go ahead Ops."

***Report to Cargo bay 4 for chemical containment***

"On the way Ops"

"this ones yours Nev, I had to take the last one."

"like hell it is, I just spent the morning cleaning biosludge out of a cruise ship."

"the old way then?"

"yeah"

"Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors"

"Rock beats scissors, lol sorry bud your turn have fun."

Nevwyn puts his feet up and relaxes to the sound of a grumbling coworker heading out the door.

"heh heh heh"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 18, 2003, 03:09:51 pm
Sure enough a starship approached. It was large, perhaps twice as large as the space station. Maybe more, it was hard to tell.

~They are contacting the station, I'll intercept the signal~

"We are the Kal'tak! Surrender at once, or be destroyed!"

"We mean you no harm, What is it you want, what conflict have you with us?"

"You Existance. But that is curable, Surrender at once, or you will be one of the first steps to this Disgusting galaxy's purification."

"Perhaps we can Negotiate a truce-"

"NEVER! Surrender or Die!"

~They have dissconnected from communications.~

"We should stay out of range, to pick up surviors of any sort. We aren't made for conflict, of any sort."

~The big ship is launching fighters, and frigate class ships. It still tears at my mind~

"Keep your mind shields strong. That thing must carry an assault squadron within its own bowls. Lets try and keep out of range if at all possible."
Title: The Game
Post by: on April 19, 2003, 09:36:08 am
Eravia being a planetary environmental reserve, the closest thing to a weapons dealer available was a matured Avari with a crippled wing that made ornamental knives and dueling pistols, more for decoration than defense.  Of course, there are always those few that only a true swordsmen would see any beauty in, not for their decorative touch, but for the perfection of the blade, made of material so sharp it could penetrate solid steel, masterfully carved so that it sliced through the air with a soft poetic wind.  

Terastas managed to acquire one such blade, crafted of a curious mirrored metal that seemed to be carved masterfully enough to pierce thought.  And best of all, since both dealer and customer were Avari, all Terastas had to give in exchange for the blade were his thoughts.

OOC: Can you tell I'm a Samurai Jack fan? :)
Title: The Game
Post by: nevwyn on April 19, 2003, 06:28:07 pm
Woken rudely from his nap in the lounge, Nevwyn reaches out to shut off the alarm buzzer that would have been neck to his bed. Stretching out as far as he can in search of that be damnable device he falls out of the chair and lands in an undignified heap on the floor.

Rubbing his jaw as he picks himself up off the floor, the alarm finally burning the fog from his brain. "Holy crap!"

Racing his way through the corridors towards the ermergency suit room for this sector of the station he could just make out the evacutation orders coming over the loudspeakers on the prominade.

*** a drill! I repeat this is not a drill, all passengers make their way to the lifepods. Please help everyone to make it by procee***

Hurrying to make it to the suit room in time to don his spacesuit before it becomes necessary to learn how to breath in a vaccum Nevwyn tries to recall what is was that he had to do after he got suited up.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on April 20, 2003, 12:12:05 am
Babel began too realise that something was realy wrong here as he approched the space station. Well it was probably the site of the huge ship that was parked in front of it.
"oh frag this ain't good Hmmm looks like that thing's squareing up for a fight".
A flicker of curiosity about the unknown cruiser creept over him he had never seen a configaration like it befor.
"If i keep well outside there scanner range I should be able to get the stelth mode up an go in and have a peek"
Activating the cloak he moved in at speed.
" buzz it that's all get in get a scan n get out simple"
It was just as he was skimming the hull when the hatch opend and the fighter emerged from the larger ship. As it did Babels small craft traveling to fast to manover clipped the fighters tail end.
Both craft spiralled out of control.
" flipping hell a fender bender with an assault craft what a choice of targets to hit".
The computers voice crackled in to life
Defencive grid at zero
Wepons grid at Zero
Stelth mode off
Life systems at 60%
"I don't care can we manover " The fighter had recoverd and had spotted his craft and was making full speed for him.
" Short range only secondary power source hit"
"dam I need to make it to a larger ship one capable of bursting me the hell out of here"
"set course back to the armies frigate mabey there I ca.......
The ship lurched at the impact Babel knew what weapons fire felt like.
"Computer" no response
Babel knew he was out of options bar one he hit the thrust leaving the fighter at almost a stand still " well thats it out of juice after this Have to try and limp it some how to another vessle just hope they ain't following"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 20, 2003, 07:03:21 am
~The starbase is evacuating, I'm also sensing another ship, it suddenly appered, it must of been in stealth mode. It is in trouble, it is right next to the large ship, the mind eater.~

"Do you think we can go in and get it?"

~It is hard to say, the swarms of fighters being launched from that vessel will make it hard.~

"Well, lets go in, I link with you, Prepare a barrier."

~The barrier is forming.~

A Chair of sorts roase out of the floor, considering the ship is organic it can do a bit more then what ships of metal and would could do. Walking over to it, I slowly fell into it. I could feel it mold to me, as I relaxed. I could feel something touch my mind, the Kalga. Relaxing my thoughts, I let it meld into me, letting it press into my thoughts. We were becoming one.

I could see the ship that the Kalga was talking about, it was small, a one person craft. I looked severely damaged. Together we moved towards it. We watched the large ship and its smaller craft. Attacking the station. Weapons fire danced across the vast hull of the station, small energy weapons firing off shots with a pitiful wave compared to the attacker's.

Approching the distrested craft, we reached out with an appendage, of sorts, it was more a tentical that grew from the hull. Quite suddenly I, no we, could feel sharp stabs, pain. They were attacking us. Quickly pulling the disabled fighter towards us, the Kalga opened its self, and pulled the fighter in, absorbing it.

Once we took in the fighter, the appendage shrank, but several more came. And they whipped out, smashing into the attacking fighters, throwing them off, casting them back. I pressed with my mind to push them away, using the magic that I had learnt.

~We must go!~

~No, we can't we must pick up others if at all possible~

~But we will be destroyed!~

~We owe it to these people to save them as best as we can.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Nyskall on April 20, 2003, 10:38:24 am
Back inside his fighter...

"All systems check" The ship began to hover off the ground as it's engines began to power up. After a few seconds, the fighter was now heading accelerating quickly through the atomosphere.

("Hm..according to this information I got..seems the Rouche was destroyed by an unknown attacker, yet..why would that outpost be in ruin as well..?")

"What the?" was all he said when the station got into view. Slowing the ship down, he saw a larger ship and several fighters attacking it. Another thing that caught his attention was another ship just out in the distance. A stray shot from a fighter came zooming past his craft.

"You wanna try that again buddy?" he growled. Accelerating once again he charged into the battle. Noticing several fighters attacking, what appeared to be an organic ship, he maneuvered his fighter to engage the others.

"Not this time" muttered as he moved the ship into an arc and came up behind three fighters that had started to fire upon his ship.

"It's your turn to fry" said as he began to return fire to them.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 22, 2003, 02:22:31 am
Trustor hopped outside the manhole just another lost shadow in a vast unknown city as his brown eyes scanned the darkness.   Sirens wailed a shrill whine call as Trustor watched other living constructs run frantically for there lives.  Trustor stood a little shocked.  He had never known there was such a wide diversification existing in other world militaries creatures.  There were felines, canines, rodent, and others of so many shapes and sizes there faces in shocked terrified expressions of fear. But where were the human owners?  Human’s were so common in his cities.  

The streaks of blue light lit the sky with earth shaking explosions.  Buildings were collapsing under fire and implosions.  Trustor doubled over holding his head as he jerked from pain like a knife cutting at his mind, “Death!” “Annihilation for..”.  Trustor had been caught off guard by a psychic onslaught.  It was massive untold minds tearing away at him using his telepathy as a source of injury.  Trustors watch beeped indicating a spike in his serotonin levels.  Karathian training quickly kicked in as Trustor instinctively brought up a mind shield switching over consciously to a adapted psychic wall as his head cleared adjusting from this form of attack.  BEFU’s sub a and b were genetically resistant and trained for possible mental attacks since the “owners” had seen the possibly for weakness in telepathy and made adjustments for such possibilities to defend and exploit.  His viability had to be proven holding his mind 12 hours strapped into a torture machine that ripped away at him mentally and physically.  His ears bled for a month afterwards.  It seemed painfully harsh at the time but it was this training that proved second nature now. Trustor id’d his attack as a psychic mind crush trying to cut away his will with brute force.  Adjusting his psychic wall Trustor alleviated most of the attack with a bogus mental target not within his own head.  A sudden flash of heat as a plasma blast hit 150 feet in front of Trustor rippling the pavement like water and sending him flying like a twig in a storm. He hit with a thud against a brick wall landing on his hands and knees.  Trustor knew if he had been more injured he would of not been able to hold off this mental attack.  He had to get out of here now!

Trustor leaped to his paws ready to bolt.  Smoke and dust turning everything into a dust filled black hell.  He paused with surprised again as his mind felt something.  “A Karathian here?!”, Trustor thought.  It was faint and far off but a defiantly of similar thought wave pattern as other BEFU’s on Kantor he had felt.  Telepathic species of similar origin had a genetic thought wave pattern that identified each other like sent and smell did physically.  However something troubled Trustor.  This mental pattern was very similar but not exact.  Sub a and b A-11's varied slightly do to neural alterations.  But this felt like neither.  Second size dictated broadcasting power.  The possible size canine of this BEFU would be beyond belief or altered.  But this mind felt familiar and comforting to Trustor.  More pure than a altered neural channel.  Trustor had known Karath always took useful technology from others it triumphed over.  Telepathy was not a inborn ability but a genetically implanted trait cultured and amplified for BEFU’s and some humans.  “Could this be a  non-Karathian thought?”, Trustor tuned in on the presence.  Kalga... was the identify felt.  He did not recognize this Karath call sign.

Trustor saw a falling space craft and ran as it impacted a building sending shards of glass down like glittering rain crashing around him.  Fire burned the sky and the air was getting harder to breath. He could see no one else. It may not be Karathian but he’d have to chance it.  It would take all his energy to try and send a mental message that far.  The Kalga unit was defending itself with a mind shield blocking the attack.  Trustor knew his faint telepathic signal may be lost in the blocking and would be less than a second in duration.  His only hope would be the matching genetic thought wave would be enough to attract attention.  Instinctively felt like catching one’s name in a busy room.  Trustor pressed some buttons on his watch.  He would enable his locator signal at the same time he sent his message.  “One, two, three..”, as Truster took a breath.  Trustor felt his body core tempature drop as he used what energy reserves he had physically to “shout” his telepathic message.  A message he knew all to well might not make it that far. “Help... Signal: 5598.765", Trustor sent collapsing almost in shock.   Clinging barley to consciousness and holding his psychic wall Trustors watch softly emitted a blue flash and beep repeating continuously in the darkness in time with it’s locator signal....
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on April 22, 2003, 07:07:06 am
Sirens, and alarms rang through the streets, as Alex ran to get to the nearest shelter. Fire and total anarchy was widespread in the chaos...where were the police, the fire dept., the planets military!

"Mitchea....I can't believe it. The strangers that had handed over the ore to him...they're attacking us", Snarled Alex.
He reached for his camera, and scanned the pictures. This race was unknown to him, but why would they attack this planet, and without doubt the orbital station?

Alex quickly stopped as someone caught his eye. He looked pretty messed up as he got nearer. He gave him a quick nudge. "Hey buddy...you alright?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 22, 2003, 07:10:55 am
Our combined minds threw our appendages at the swarming craft, our minds pushing and throwing the small fighters away.

I could see a new craft, no we did. It was a diffrent configuration, it was attacking the swarming fighters.

~It won't survive, not here, there are too many arrayed against it.~

~Keep a close watch on it, just incase, preferably keep nearby it, if we need to we can do an emergancy grab.~

~If you insist~

We drifted our combined bodies towards the craft, slowly, as the fighters caused much trouble. They were like flies, annoying bug dangerous in their swarms.

Quite suddenly something touched our minds. Something faint, diffrent from the scratching minds of these intruders. Something similar. Had it not been for our combined minds we may not of seen it, much less felt it, but it was there.

~Where did it come from?~ I felt relativily shocked, as I never expinced something of this sort, I'm no telepath, my specialty was more along the lines of kenisis.

~From the planet, a creature. Similar of mind. It calls for help. A brother, yet diffrent. It is from a city. Near the north, I can find it. Though the mind is gone, I could feel it before, faintly, but paid no mind to it due to them. I must help it.~

~What of up here?~

~I will split, I must help this mind, it calls. It is similar, it called to me. It wants my help. I can not ignore a smiliar mind.~

~Should I stay up here?~

~Yes, Stay, My mind will split, as well as body.~

I could feel us, change slightly. Our bodies, it changes. The same way that our defensive appandages were formed a bulge on the side of us, developed, It started to form a shape, a smaller form of the Kalga. Our minds suddenly felt smaller, the Kalga had really split its mind, yet it was still together. I was quite litterly, in two places at once.

I stated to feel sick with disorientation. I saw through two eyes, both of the kalga's. They saw diffrent things, were doing diffrent things, indipendently. My mind couldn't handle it, it was too much information at once, our meld broke, my mind too tired. I could now see within the bowls of the Kalga, it's organic skin the same as I had left it. My vision blured, my limbs were tired. Slumping in my seat, I passed out.

*****Switches to the Kalga******

I could feel his mind fall away from mind, his mind was weaker, it could handle less, I'm not too surprised. It wasn't ment for this.

Though I did not care to much of him. This similar mind, called. I must help it.

As I pushed away the evil metal, I pushed to the planet. My bigger self fought the them, while my smaller self fought the atmoshpere. My Mind strained as I increased the barrier power to resist the forces of friction against my skin. It burned so much, hurt.
Title: The Game
Post by: nevwyn on April 22, 2003, 10:12:27 am
*** Nevwyn you have that fire out yet?***

Damn them,  how can they expect me to put this out if I have just got here.

"Negative Ops,  the way needed to be cleared. Am assessing the situation as we speak."

***Roger that***

From the moment he managed to get suited up Nevwyn has been running like a madman trying to put out fires all over this half of the station in an effort to aid the engineers in keeping the station in one piece.

"Ops this is no good, the fire is being fed from a plasma leak. Can you reroute?"

*Negative, however there should be a substation about a hundred feet further down the corridor. You should be able to shut down the flow from there.*

"I don't recall passing one to get here."

*Sorry bout this but it looks like your gonna have to go through the fire to get to it*

Nev just shakes his head in disbelief, this day just can't get any worse. "Ops I better be getting hazard pay for this." Taking a deep breath to stead his nerves Nevwyn heads in to the inferno.

#Suit temperature regulators operating a 75% of maximum#
Please baby don't fail on me now. Knocked off his feet by a falling beam as the incoming fire connects with this section of the station.

*** Nevwyn we are showing a fire out in your section good work***

"What? I haven't reached the substation yet, better check your scanners again Ops as I can still hear the fire roaring around me."

Looking around to see whats going on, Nevwyn can't help but notice the how everything seems to be sliding his way not to mention how something seems to be pulling at his pinned legs.

#structural integrity of lower torso assemble at 66%# crap!
"OPS! Not to put anymore undue pressure on you, but get someone over here to help me!"
*Nevwyn we are showing a hull breach in your section we have to close your section off get out of there*
"I can't I'm pinned to the floor."
*Alright don't panic as soon as we can we'll get some one down to get you out, just remain calm and conserve your air*
"WHAT!!!!!"
*just hold tight*

Nevwyn could see the emergency pressure locks sliding in to place front of him, it was a safe bet that the ones aft of him were doing the same.

Don't panic, don't panic they get to me as soon as they can. Unfortunately for Nevwyn the constant pull of space was acting on the beam that held him in to place. Completely unnoticed durring his conversation to Operations the beam had shifted loose.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 22, 2003, 08:07:42 pm
The smell of pitch and heat filled Trustor’s nose as he stared at the cracked pavement.  His paws dug into the dust his watch repeated it’s beacon pulse.  

Something touched his shoulder...  There was a sound next to him.  Trustor shifted his focus away from his daze and looked slowly up to see another canine.  “Hey buddy...you alright?”  It was saying to him.  The dialect was Darvin one burst from where he should be.  The accent was possibly not native and this canine was bigger than him, wolf based perhaps.  Trustor wondered if it was the BEFU he had tried to reach. Though he could not see any Karathian markings.  Trustor dare not try a psychic link with his mind so exhausted and still defending.  He would have to hope.  

“Are..  are you Kalga?”, Trustor coughed his brown eyes looking upwards from his position on the ground while he perked his ears in respect turning them to the wolf’s attention.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on April 23, 2003, 03:58:28 pm
Alex became puzzled by the strangers question. "Kalga? No I'm not". he replied.
 
A nearby explosion blew up another thick cloud of dust. "We have to get out of here. It's too dangerous. Can you stand?", Alex asked.

Alex reached for his camera again. Maybe this guy knew the identity of the people in his photos. "Hey, do you know what race these guys are?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 23, 2003, 04:39:06 pm
The atmosphere was hotter then space, its air rubbed against my skin, like sand paper, I wasn't made for this.

I approached an area on this world which had great tall buildings, this is what they must call a city. I've heard them described to me, but I had never seen on, I'm a creature of space, not ground.

I flew into this city, the great buildings of steel and metal, erily like the very craft which I share space with, yet these did not fly, which is unusual. I wondered about the purpose of these things were.

That was of no matter, The similar mind was in here somehwere, I had to find it. I could feel it stronger now, it was awake. It is small. What was a similar mind doing so small? Why? Why is it here?

I could feel it suddenly, below me, it was with another, a creature, I could not feel it. I reached out to the similar mind.

~Are you The similar? The one that calls?~
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 24, 2003, 04:00:26 am
Trustor listened to the wolf’s response and replied, “Oh.. I thought Kalga may be you.” Trustor could sense and hear the danger.   Wiping the dirt from his eyes as he strained to right himself Trustor steadied himself on his feet.  His sensitive nose felt like it was on fire from all the dust.  Trustor looked at the photos the wolf was showing him and replied, “Well I...”.  

Trustor stopped a shocked expression on his face.  Looking at the wolf puzzled Trustor spoke, “Kalga... is here..”.  Trustor had felt the mental link establish.  He could now tell this was not a BEFU he knew.  The mind he was linked to was very different. Trustor’s mind adapted the link around the psychic attack.  Indeed he would not of been able to communicate through such a fierce attack if the pattern had not been such a ideal match.  But Kalga’s surface memories seemed vast and it’s cognitive seemed different than his.  Trustor had no idea what was here or if it was even a Karathian unit.  But he could at least feel out in it’s surface thoughts that it had a interest in him.  Concentrating Trustor let Kalga read his thoughts as he spoke out loud, “Trustor A-11 sub-b reg code 66212.” “Requests an immediate evac and dust off. ASAP” “In vicinity of hostel fire.” “Follow my locator signal and watch your back Kalga.” “Hostel craft spotted moving West and North point my position.”  Trustor turned to the wolf, “Your right, we better take cover till help arrives.”  ‘I hope.’, Trustor thought.
Title: The Game
Post by: on April 24, 2003, 12:59:49 pm
OOC:
Just wondering: Are we supposed to direct our courses towards the Kalga, or is the Kalga eventually going to come to us?
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 24, 2003, 02:00:42 pm
OOC: If yer at a far away planet, the Kalga will come to you. But it would seem we would of collected a bit of a large crew on our first pick up, *chuckles*. Also Bearpaw, you are welcome to wander the bigger Kalga, if you wish. End OOC
Title: The Game
Post by: Richard Smith on April 24, 2003, 07:37:35 pm
"Um... Goddess?"
~Yes Brent?
"I'm not getting anything. I thought you said a request from a Shining Voice would always be replied to promptly."
~Patience, those who are to pick you up are a little busy at the moment.
"Busy?"
~In a sense.
"Well... erm... is it wise to ignore a call for this long?"
~Considering I gave you the call... I'd say you can wait as long as I tell you to wait.
"Can't you kinda... nudge them in my direction a little?"
~I'll see what I can do.
Title: The Game
Post by: nevwyn on April 24, 2003, 11:09:34 pm
Sucked from the station Nevwyn floats near the centre of a cloud debry that is slowly drifting away from the station. Having blacked out from the shockwaves of nearby explosions he is unable to do anything to save him as he drifts deeper in to the void. His only hope is one that the station survives this ordeal in time to get a rescue vessel to him before his air is depleted, his radio beacon a tiny blip on a screen far to cluttered to see him.
Title: The Game
Post by: Nyskall on April 25, 2003, 02:25:50 am
Several chunks of shrapnel gouged into his left arm as the fighter took a heavy blow. Growling a bit from the hit, Nyskall checked the damage quickly. A few pieces of metal stuck out, causing blood to flow down his arm. Ignoring it, he shifted the ship's position and got the two fighters off his back.

Taking the chance to check his surroundings, Nyskall noticed the strange ship moving closer to his fighter.

"Just what are they doing?" he thought as more fighters came on route towards him.

Engaging yett another enemy figher, he was about to hit his mark when the pain in his left arm knocked his fire off balance. The enemy noticing this took the chance to inflict more damage upon his craft.

"Damn..my eye....." Glancing around with only half his vision he knew he wouldn't get out of this alive if he stayed any longer...




Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 25, 2003, 07:05:47 am
There was so much to be senced. This Similar mind, the distressing cries of minds, the pain of others. This was so much, not to mention the scratching of the attackers. Who are they? What were they doing here? Over the millions of life. My creators never have told me of these minds, Nor do the more ancient spaceways have any knowledge of their passing. They are new.

The fighter which Jadnar had told me to stay close looked very damaged, it wasn't going to be able to take too much more. Reaching out with one of my appendages, I grabbed onto it's small hull, and brought it to me, opening my body I pulled it within, excreting chemicals to cool its very hot engine, and to shut it down. I closed myself quickly, and re-established the barrier. I then senced another mind, and a faint signal. It was among the debries blown from the large metal structure, the one they call a station. I pushed my self towards that direction.

My smaller self still within the planet's atmopshere, had defintatly found the similar. Thou it speaks of non-sence. What is this about dusting off? No matter, This similar wanted my help, I shall give it, no matter what it speaks of. With the now established contact I was able to zero in on it. I found an opening wide enough for my body, which happened to be in the same area of the similar. Coming down I extended several appendages and started to climb down the sides of the buildings, using them to slow me, before I came to a soft landing upon the hard surface. I could see the similar. It was nothing like myself, yet here it is, with a similar mind.

~Come Similar, we must hurry, I can not stay long~

Back up in the vacume of space my bigger body had found the mind, with the radio signal, This was going to be easier to grab, it was so small. I already held two vessels, and their occupents, I felt so slow, I hoped the occupents could get out soon, so I can expel there metal craft. Reaching out, I grabbed the limp figure and pulled in, Seeing as it was just about the same size as Jadnar, I brought it into the same room as him. Perhaps when Jadnar re-awakes he can help this person.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on April 25, 2003, 04:09:50 pm
Alex watched as the kalga's smaller self appraoched. A little un-nerved by it, he closed his eyes as it drew him onboard. Sitting clutching his knees he looked back across to the stranger.

"W-where is this thing taking us", he asked his voice wavering slightly. He'd been in this postion before, after his expulsion from Serifa-5 several systems away from his current position.

He was only a pup at the time, but knew it all too well. He shook his head quickly to stop the memories flooding back. Alex didn't want to remember the past.

He slammed his fist hard on the floor of the vessel, and fell calm once more. "dammit...dammit it all to hell", he whispered silently to himself.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on April 25, 2003, 09:54:51 pm
( OOC sorry been a little tied up of late jadnar with my mom, If you get stuck again by all means use my character as long as he stays close to form I don't mind oh and no you can't go make him go for a walk out side without a helmet on  :)  :p )

Babel was starting too feel woozy the lack of life support had already kicked in.He had almost reached the stage of blacking out and could no longer see what was happening outside.He didn't see the large ship approch or the tenticle like stucture grasp his ship.Inside he felt something bump the hull.
" ugh darn it all thats it then".
He waited short while until he felt a second bump but this wasn't like a wepons this was his ship being docked.
"grrr there gonna capture me hey well we'll soon see about that hey"
Babel checked the read out's the atmosphere outside was safe
. He unbuckled himself from his seat and made his way out of the shuttle.After a few second he began to recover his wits. Bable took out a small cylinder from his pocket with a quick shake of hand it extended too a long metal fighting staff. The fisrt thing he saw was that this was no ordinary ship. He could tell that it was some bio-mechanical structure. Useing his latest instilation from the army for his arm Babel scanned the area. As he was doing this he noticed another craft in the hangar alongside his.
"hmm best let sleeping dogs lie for the moment."
Cautioously he headed along a passadgeway out of the hangar. All the time examning his suroundings. He spotted something that resembeld an acsess panel and tried to use it as soon as he touched it he recived a faint shock. A voice then eminated from somewhere around him.
" Follow"
With this a hatchway behind him, slid open nearly giveing him a heartattack.
" Seems like they know im here no point skulking around anymore".
He boldly steped through the door and headed to what he presumed too be the control room of the ship. Babel now felt a little confused he would have thought those that attacked and captured him would have least keept him locked up.
"Well there mistake"
He chuckled under his breath.
He reached the last door the voice returned
"enter"
"Well I may not win but Im gonna give em a few bruises to remember me by"
He prepared too burst though the door
" here goes nothing"
With that he flung himself inside.
Title: The Game
Post by: Nyskall on April 25, 2003, 10:51:34 pm
Slowly opening his one eye, the other still badly hurt, Nyskall sat up in his seat. Slightly dazed he shook his head, and a sharp pain in his left arm woke him up completely.

"Must've got knocked from that hit...where am I?" Glancing around outside his ship, he noticed another ship inside what appeared to be a hangar. Taking his big sword from behind him, Nyskall got out of the damaged fighter and jumped onto the ground.

"Cursed shrapnel...." he muttered. "...at least there doesn't appear to be anyone here..."

Resting the blade on his right shoulder, he began to explore his surroundings. Eyeing a passage out of the hangar, he headed for it, sword now drawn, ready for whatever he might run into...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 26, 2003, 07:31:44 am
The noises within the room brought me to consciencesness. The first thought that lept into my head was, what happened? this was quickly followed by the memories of Kalga's splitting, and my sensory overload, which must of resulted in my black out. Looking around I saw a space suited figure, and a Bear type of anthro with a cybernetic arm, looking like he was about ready to do combat. What ever that had happened, he must not be orientated very well, Kalga must not of told him.

"Sir, Please calm down, your with friendlies. We've been picking up surviors from the station, your one of them. The Kalga had sensed a disturbence in the space ways, we had to come, and with good reason. Please don't be alarmed, the Kalga is a safe place for now."

I slowly stepped towards the suited figure, and slowly pulled off its helmet. If anything who ever it was would need fresh air, as suit control panel was reading a red on the O2 levels. I'm not much of a medical proffesional, so I let him stay on the ground, which was probubly safer till he woke up.

"Kalga, have we picked anyone up, besides these two in here?"

~Yes, we have what would appear to be a very well armed dragon type of creature skulking around my holding organ. I shall guide him here, he is badly damaged, in need of attention.~

A spot on the wall opened near to us, within was several items, ones of which I had only seen once. All were organic in nature. There was the Dermal Acclerator, the internal repair tool, and god forbid the use of the reseter. They weren't pleasent items, but if anything, it beats staying in a hospital bed for several weeks.
Title: The Game
Post by: on April 26, 2003, 07:19:13 pm
An avari did not need to be fully enlightened to know that a dark cloud had formed.  The ancients were practically screaming in their minds.

Back at the Monastery, Navitania was directing prayer.  All over Eravia, the avari were seating themselves where they were, closing their eyes and entering a deep meditation; two million minds all searching for the same answer.  Terastas joined them once he had noticed others in the Eravian launch pad doing the same.  He knew something very important was happening, but he knew not what.  More troubling, why had the ancients not spoken to him?

He set that aside for the moment and joined his race in meditation.  He remained motionless, felt his entire body go numb, and opened his mind.

Across Eravia, two million avari all whispered the same prayer at once.  Only an avari could truly pronounce it properly, but it translates to this:

"Spirits of the departed, guide that which is pure to safety."

Anyone then in the presence of the Kal'Tak would have been able to see a shimmering blue light, a spiritual beacon coming from Eravia.  Even with the entire avari race praying to them, so long as they were nowhere near the avari that powered them, all they could do was try to guide them closer.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 27, 2003, 03:39:59 am
Trustor felt quite exhausted but recovering some composure turned his canine ears perked at the question feeling a little scared himself but trying not to show it, “I do not know where we are going sir.”  “But this Kalga saved us from certain death though I do not know why.”, Trustor continued, “This Kalga is talking to me in a telepathic wave pattern found in Karathian BEFUs that is supposed to be match proof.”

It was hard trying for Trustor to hold everything together against these attacks and stay conscious.  But Trustor thought what it meant to save a life of for a fellow soldier and to save his life.  Though tired and hurting Trustor had to say this. Closing his eyes Trustor thought, “Thank you Kalga for saving my life.”, and then released conserving his energy.  

Feeling more curious and a need to keep his mind active Trustor got the courage to stand on his own two legs as he made his way to a wall and taking out his medical scanner. “This is really neat!”, Trustor exclaimed as his tail began to wag getting a little lost in the canine curiosity, “The genetics in these cells are three phase gene coded utilizing organic and non within the same loop.”  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a documented sequence this complex before.”, Trustor almost grinned before turning back to the canine and giving him a soft friendly smile, “Oh by the way my given identity is Trustor A-11b Karathian field medic and surgeon class 4.”  Trustor paused for a moment thinking as painful and confusing events flashed before him in his thoughts, “Then before I came here, I.. I guess I was lost....”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 27, 2003, 07:28:02 am
My Smaller self had taken in the smaller beings, the similar within me. I learnt of his name, Trustor. I had never heard of this one. The Karathian? These people are well known by the Space Ways, they take and geneticly modify creatures to their whim. Could this Trustor be a result of their meddling? Perhaps there is more to it then what we've seen.

~Trustor and other creature, I am now creating a psycic barrier around both my smaller self and my bigger self, this will relive the stress on your mind. You can halt your mind blocking abilities.~

Moving my smaller self towards my larger self I senced something new, A portal perhaps? Maybe I can pass through it, without straining my self with a burst.

I saw my selves now, both of them could see each other. I could then hear the voices, wispers, the Eravia. The Space ways knew these people to be both a spritual, and powerful race. they had grown quiet over the merhaks. Perhaps I can find out.

I then spoke to all the minds.
~Creatures, I will be melding my two parts. The ones of the smaller self shall be taken to the others. I will then go to a portal, created by the Eravia.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 04, 2003, 09:45:49 am
Once the passage was sealed, Auger Command was notified of the delay. To which the captain replied, "Let me guess, it has something to do the fox who just left my ship."  Vernon quickly decided he should get to the planet surface before the delay is cleared up. And since he had little other choice, he just stood there waiting for the elevator to return.
Title: The Game
Post by: on April 27, 2003, 01:00:41 pm
OOC: Just a slight correction: The race is actually called the Avari.  Eravia is just the planet where they were exisled to after their original planet was taken over.  Its the Avari, or more prescisely, their ancestors that are reaching out to them.  :) END OCC

IC:
The elders, spirits of deceased avari, spoke in return to the Kalga.  They rarely spoke with words, more like singing, resonating tunes that either soothed or seethed depending upon the purity of whom they spoke.  Eravia, the planet on which the Avari resided, however, was quite a distance away.  A portal could not be provided.  But a slipstream...

Terastas whispered a prayer during his meditations, as did many other Avari on the planet:
"Elders, guide them home on azure wings."

The beacon faded, and a slipstream began to form in its place.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on April 29, 2003, 08:28:44 pm
Babel retracted the staff and eyed the person infront of him.
*Well he seem's too be in the driveing seat at the moment hmm dosen't seem too mean any harm tough* He thought too himself. *Best be on the safe side though*. Babel checked the chage in his arm it was full a little insurance he thought.
At this point the character who had taken him in seemed too be in the process of docking another ship.
Babel looked round well now this is quite a ship although he had seen this sort befor this was quite an impressive type. Babel casualy survayed those in the room,
" Well now quite an intresting little gathering we have here"
he directed himself at the figure who had first greeted him".
" Im gratefull for the help don't think im not but just who are you n what you doing out here and what in the blue blazes was that shooting contest out there all about huh?"
Babel had always disliked two things magic and being in the dark about something he always needed a handel on everything.
" mm sorry I Im just kind of alergic to being shot and there was a fair bit of shooting going on out there"
He stepped back and waited for a reply, as he did he was aware that there where more on the way than those in the room already the scanner on his arm was picking up more people.
Companys comming he thought.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on April 30, 2003, 05:33:31 am
Alex eased up as Trustor gave him a warm smile. He dropped his guard and the grip on his survival knife. He stood finding it only fitting to introduce himself.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Trustor. I'm Alex, Civilian class 2, from the Serifa system....but I'm sure you know how bad things have got after the resource crash".

He skitted away from going too deep into the subject, but it had been so long since he had talked to anyone. He stood gazing at the wall as Trustor examined the hull of this peculiar vessel.

"I guess you could say I've been pretty lost myself"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 30, 2003, 09:04:26 am
I turned to the bear with the medical equipment in my hands, "I am Jadnar, Friend and Companion of Kalga, the very vessel of which you stand in now. It is organic in origion as you may have concluded by now. The Kalga senced a distrubance in the space ways, and we had to come. We don't know who they are, but they are strong, both in force and psycics abilities. The Kalga has never heard of this race, much less do the spaceways know of them, at least that is what Kalga says. The Kalga will be combining again, with it's parts, absorbing back together, I'll be able to explain as soon as we can leave. We have two new people in the smaller part of Kalga, and 1 in the Holding Organ, who is in great need of medical attention, so if you'll excuse me, I must see to him."

With that I walked out of the room, I had no particular care if they fiddled with the controls, Kalga would be able to keep them from doing anything.

Walking to the holding organ, I Found the figure, It was a dragon of sorts, more of an anthro dragon.

"Sir, Please do not be alarmed, you are in friendly territory. I'm here to help you, your fighter was damaged, We were able to salvage your fighter and you. I'm here with medical equpment, I can heal you."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on April 30, 2003, 12:58:19 pm
Trustor smiled as he cocked one ear towards Alex listening as he extrapolating data from his scanner like a eager pup.  Trustor turned towards Alex with a smile looking him over, “Well met Alex from Serifa. Under conditions such as these I’m glad your alright.”  Trustor thought on Alex’s question, “I believe I do recall a downturn in the economy in that area your cluster.  My unit along with others was briefly called to nearby Tarzine to reinforce security in a Karathian trading treaty there. We did not see the huge influx of refuges there as other systems. But the Karath cluster is very protective of their economy. Myself I am from Karath. Though I do not get much news.  Serving my clustor knowledge is given on a need to know baisis.”.

Trustor looked back to his scanner, “Though I do not believe this “being” Kalga is of Karathian manufacture as I first surmised.  We do share a similar neural wave pattern common to Karathian genetics.”,  Trustor looked down to his scanner, “The neural wave is the same yet the genetics that house the pathways are defiantly non-Karathian designed life.”  Trustor felt a wave or relief, “It appears Kalga is perhaps benevolent towards us Alex.  It has just alleviated the attack against my mind.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Nyskall on April 30, 2003, 01:47:29 pm
Seeing a figure step out in the area that Nyskall was currently standing, he held his sword at a combat stance.

"Sir, Please do not be alarmed, you are in friendly territory. I'm here to help you, your fighter was damaged, We were able to salvage your fighter and you. I'm here with medical equpment, I can heal you."

The dragon's one eye scanned this new creature who seemed to be friendly, but Nyskall wasn't too sure. Holding the sword for a few moments more, he lowered it.

"..........."

Nyskall did not say a word, but he gave the look that would allow him to help.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on April 30, 2003, 02:44:06 pm
Seeing the Dragon's gesture, I knew that this may be a hesitent alliance. But I had to gain his trust, this one. Perhaps saving him from the swarms wasn't enough. Perhaps reparing him, would help pursuade him.

Approaching him slowly I held up my hands with the instruments in them, to show that I ment no harm. Bending down to place the items on the ground, I Took one of them and held it out, to allow this Dragon Creature to examine it.

"It is Organic in Nature, but extremly useful and can heal you very quickly, its an  internal repair tool," I described to him. I'd rather use diplomatic means here then attack him with the tools, "It may be a bit painful, but it beats having to wait for the wounds to heal over time. All I'll have to do is attach it near the wound. It'll then send programed Nanites to repair the damaged tissue, using the DNA it aquires from the nearby cells."

Taking the object I slowly placed the small object onto the side of the dragon's face, near to the damage incured there.

"Like I said, it'll be painful, but It'll be feeling alright afterwards. And you should regain vision very quickly."
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on April 30, 2003, 05:03:28 pm
His feet pound the metal gangway as he scarpered, dammit why hadn't he remembered the secondary security sweeps.  His head was pounding now, the bloody thing had given him a glacning blow before he had managed to disconnect and as he ran everything seemed to swirl slightly, pusling lights, blue, red and green in front of his eyes, but he did his best to concentrate, very aware of the feet behind him.  

He scowered his surroundings looking for a way to get out of here faster.  He spotted something and dived for a hole in the lower part of the wall.

"STOP!"

They shouted

"Yeah right" Zairith mummered to himself as he slammed a piece of metal in the hole, it should hold them off for a few minutes, not long, but hopefully long enough for him to keep going.  He crawled groping his way in the dark his night vision was useless with the multi coloured lights flashing in front of him.  The tubes suddenly split, he had to think...where was he? which way was the ship? he chanced it and moved down the right tube, up down, left right.  It felt like miles occasionally there was the odd shot in the tube, but it was never THAT close or in the right direction.  As he got nearer to where he was sure the docking bay was the pressure in his head started to ease and he could feel his witts return and the thrill he always craved, he felt more alive when he was on the run, felt that ANYTHING was possible, he was the boss, he was the one the guys never caught.  The thoughts continued as he dived into his small ship.

"Let's move" He said to the ship.

"Docing clamps still engaged, I'm unable to take off."

Zairith smashed back in his seat thinking, he could feel the pounding returning to his temples and suddenly realised that he was bleeding delicately from his left cheek.  He smashed his fist into his clawed palm and scrambled out of the ship.  This was getting too close.

"STOP, or we'll open fire."

Sirens began to sound, he slapped small chips against the clamps holding his ship in place, shots whizzed past him making his fur stand on end.

"Geez guys don't you have a sense of humour?"

He said as the door closed to the ship.

"Initiate boom boom program."

The ship lurched as one by one the chips wirelessly exploded and the docking clamps were released.

"LETS GO"

"Destination?"

"Anywhere but here"

"Unspecified location leaving hostile territory."

A voice came through the speakers.

"Stop your vessel or we will have no other choice but to shoot."

Zairith clicked his tongue.

"Computer what are the power levels?"

"45% Available."

He nodded

"Lets go cold turkey, turn off the thrusters and whack the engine online take us out of here, using the Jump method."

"This is an unadvisable course of action Zairith." The computers cool voice said through the speakers.

"Staying here is an unadvisable course of action, now please..let's go."

The ship lurched and he heard the warning, tasting blood he put his clawed hand to his mouth, he had bitten into his tongue, he swore profusely, the computer going thrtough damage.  Another lurch.

"GO!"

is all he could say, before everything went white....

He sighed with releif as he watched the ship explode, JUST in time...The computer had managed to find a ship that had been passing within distance, he wondered where this ship was headed...he knew where he wanted to go, he had to get this info back to his bossess...

OOC: Sorry, blah post :) I'm not always this bad I promise.
Title: The Game
Post by: Richard Smith on April 30, 2003, 06:35:28 pm
"I'm kinda getting tired of watching the skies."
~There is little I can do. The situation is becoming very... over-trafficked. They are not likely to make a side-trip just to pick you up.
"They?"
~A gathering of important players.
"So this is a game now?"
~It always was.
"For who?"
~I haven't the foggiest idea. Everything in life is a game, and even I am a piece in at least one.
"So I'm supposed to be up there as well?"
~Yes.
"And they're not gonna come get me?"
~Correct.
Standing, the fox took his naginata in hand "Alrighty, that solves that problem. I'll just have to go to -them-."
~That would be... unadvisable. Quite a few of them are on a hair-trigger at this point, and popping out of the fabric of existence might make you a target for jumpy nerves.
"'I never said this job would be easy, I just said it would be worth it.'"
~Fine, be clever, get yourself shot, go ahead.
"Why thank you, I think I will."
Making a curt gesture with one paw, the fox concentrated, drawing on powers that had lain dormant within him for quite a few months. To use the power given to him freely was forbidden, and would have resulted in his quick death, but now it was necesary.
Taking deep breaths, the fox drew a large symbol in the air. Then, opening his eyes he let his voice ring out in command. "In the name of the Goddess and by Her Authority I command the elements to bow to my will. Open!"
Hesitating for only a moment, the Knight of the Shining Voice threw himself through the opening portal, naginata in front of him, ready to deflect any initial attacks that might be mounted against him lest the Goddess's prediction come true.
Oddly enough, he was siezed by a sudden urge to say 'Knock knock.'
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 28, 2003, 02:59:49 am
Trustor dealt the cards hot to the other two players letting the cards fall as he called them.  After both players stayed he dealt for himself the dealer.  Dealer draws a 2 at 6 points must hit.  He hit again.  Dealer draws a 4 at 10 points dealer is required to hit.  Trustor hit again.  Dealer draws a King and at 20 is required to stop.  All hands “PUSH”.  http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Trustor.html

Trustor tail wagged with a little more excitement as he spoke, “You’ve held your bets safely but no winnings come from safety!”  Trustor grinned shuffling the cards as he continued, “Just one more hand to beat the odds?”  “Who’s in?”
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on August 04, 2003, 06:45:14 pm
As the elevator came to a halt, the doors slid open and Gorbin slipped between the others to the window. Simon walked out with caution and looked around. Everyone looked friendly so he let his cautiousness fade. He walked over to a nearby chair, sat down and pulled the pictures out to look at them again. He soon got tired and moved to a nearby corner and fell asleep, the pictures slipped out of his hand as he dozed off...
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 01, 2003, 01:30:10 pm
Trustor continued to record on his scanner when it picked up another energy signature.  “Hey Alex over here!”, Trustor motioned to Alex, “Look there is a energy signature building up in this corner. My scanner is reading it as another canine perhaps a magian channeling the way.”  Trustor instinctively empathed the visitor.  The newcomer was male and not a enemy.  Trustor raised his voice to be heard, “Hello!  Who’s there?”
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on May 02, 2003, 07:20:23 am
Alex scrambled across to find out what had gotten Trustor so worked up. He saw the signal growing stronger on the scanner, but the name he mentioned didn't mean anything to him.

"Who are the Magian?", he asked still gazing at the energy signal. At one point he could feel a strange sensation in the air, as Trustor remained silent.




Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on May 02, 2003, 11:48:02 am
He leant against the cool metal of the ship as it took him away from the guards.  He slumped down to the floor, crossing his legs and smiling to himself.  The idiots would htink he was dead, he closed his eyes, damm what a rush, he could still feel his heart pounding.  He was pissed about the ship though, luckily he knew the computer would back itself up and store itself in the disc he kept in his pocket.  He took it out and looked at it just in case, the display light was flashing, good she'd made it.

Knowing that he was safer on this ship than he could possibly have been on that ship he took out a small blue cube from his other pocket.  He sat looking at it for a moment before resting it on his arm.  The cub sat there doing nothing for several seconds and then slowly began to move through his arm and into his blood stream.  He felt the Blyss kick in and shuddered.  He had discovered the stuff a few years back, it was expensive, but with the stuff he 're-located' and the money he got from his employers he could afford it.

The data he had managed to get for his boss off the computer was safetly stored in some part of his brain ready to be retreived later.  He looked around for a computer panel, he wanted to find out where the hell he was now.  Slowly he stood up and movedaround the place.  He spotted a small one, it can't have been fantastically important, but he was sure it was connected to the main computer.  He put his hand on it.  Taking a deep breath, still remembering the shock they had sent down the line inthe last one to jolt him off he pushed his connected through the panel.  He could feel his consciousness slipping into the computer.

He was being digitalised, suddenly he could 'feel' all of the ship, it would take a while to look around, but he knew he was definately in.  He started looking around, trying to keep beneath the security sweeps, it was always better to avoid them if you could, otherwise nasty things could happen.  He was usually good enough to miss them, but with his headache who knew.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 03, 2003, 02:05:27 am
Trustor holding his scanner looked towards Alex with a smile, “Oh sorry.  A magian is a being who has the ability to manipulate and or channel the energy source known as Way.  Often referred to in less scientific circles as “Magic”.

Trustor took a step back not entirely sure what was going to happen when this newcomer arrived motioning to Alex as he continued to talk, “Four Mehraks ago the Karathian Council approved funding for the scientific study of Way particles in application of war and counter measures (action1190b).  My prototype was created from that project.  All subclass “b” A-11s have a sensitivity to Way particles and can energy sync (pull in) them like other forms of energy.  My uses is highly efficient but rather limited.  The energy I harness is only approved for rapid healing/repair of living cells and tissue.  A magian from some reports I hear can shape Way like an art for many uses.”.

Trustor thought to himself.  He did not know why he was telling Alex so much and reacting to him like pack.  Perhaps it was the shock.  Perhaps he was sensing something good in Alex he felt he could trust.  Or... Perhaps there was more.  A deep pain Trustor was fighting from welling up from his chest lest he break down to cry.  Why had their creators they loved and fought for ordered his pack into a known death?  From his implanted memories Trustor could remember no Karathian human had ever given such a action.  It kept going through Trustor’s mind.  It had to of been “his” fault.  He had failed everyone.  With all the caring and love from the creators his failure was so horrible he had cost the rest of his pack there lives too?  Trustor knew he deserved to be dead and yet was not.  He was too much of a failure to go back to Karath.  Perhaps he needed to not fail Alex.  Perhaps..  He was just feeling very alone and just needed a friend.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on May 03, 2003, 04:35:04 pm
Alex acknowledged Trustor's motion, and took a few steps back, deciding to sit down once again. He listened intently to Trustor's explanation, and the Karathian's pursuit of trying to harness the powers of magic.

Alex turned to Trustor only to find his warm smile gone....replaced with a look anguish.
"What's wrong? You look so sad"
Title: The Game
Post by: Richard Smith on May 03, 2003, 05:45:27 pm
Waiting until the explanation was over, Brent kept both hands in the air in case anybody decided he -wasn't- friendly before he could get a word in edgewise. Then, he talked... fast.
"Hello there, sorry for jumping onto your ship and all... who am I, you may ask? I, my good sir, am what you would call an opportunity. I am looking for a transport, and you happen to be going my way. Or... actually... I happen to going yours. I am also willing to pay for my conveyance in either currency or services, take your pick, I have an abundance of either. My name, by the way, is Brent Lanford, Order of the Shining Voice. Pleased t'meetcha."
Title: The Game
Post by: on May 15, 2003, 02:30:02 pm
Once the Kalga was within the slipstream the elders had provided for it, some of the Avari began to awaken and go about their business.  None of their prayers were needed anymore; the Kalga would be in orbit around Eravia soon enough, where the elders would not need the Aravi to be in constant meditation to protect it.  Terastas, however, kept his eyes closed, remaining deep in meditation, him being one of the many Avari that dared not leave anything to chance.  The elders were not that clumsy, but by Avari terms, Terastas was still young, the equivalent of an acolyte.

Of course, he was also only Avari in the port, and therefore the closest to the Kalga at the moment.  He found out the hard way that the Avari had stopped meditating for the Kalga so they could find the closest Avari to help them.

"TERASTAS OF THE MONASTERY!!!" the voices shouted inside his head, jolting him out of his prayers.  "WELCOME OUR GUESTS ON BEHALF OF THE ELDERS!!!"

Needless to say, having an entire planet's population suddenly shout out something in unison inside your head will get your attention.  He had jolted up to all fours when they first said his name, panting heavilly like a dog while his eyes scanned around nervously.

"Okay.  Okay, no need to yell," said Terastas as he stood up.  "I'll meet them up the space ladder."

He gathered his posessions and got in line to board the elevator out of Eravia's atmosphere.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 05, 2003, 02:38:52 am
Trustor heard Alex’s voice and pulled back from what felt like a black hole of dark memories.  “I’m sorry Alex.”, Trustor replied, “I was just remembering my pack before I got here.”   Trustor nodded to Alex with his soft smile returning, “I need to keep my focus and stay alert.” “Since we do not know who is coming thro.....”  Looking at the rift Trustor realized the fox was already here hands raised and listening.  

Flicking a sudden ear back  Trustor was a little surprised by the introduction.  But his mind was sensing this fox’s intentions were non harmful and his words though leaving more questions seemed honest.  Trustors canine nose was breathing and catching new scents in the room.  The visitor was defiantly vulpine and had recently left the presence of others. His shade was matching tones of grey228 which the humans often called “red”.  Trustor tried to give the fox some feeling of ease.  Holding out his paw hand in greeting with his long tall shepherd ears pointed forward in respect Trustor spoke, “Hello I am Trustor A-11b and this here is Alex.”  “I take it by your questions you are not involved with this Kalga ship?” Trustor nodded to Alex in acknowledgment, “Alex rescued me on plant Repine and then Kalga rescued us when the planet was attacked.”  “However we have no knowledge yet where we are going or what will happen.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on May 05, 2003, 03:21:55 pm
I could sence a new creature, emerging within my smaller self, seems someone was impatiant to ask before coming aboard me. Why hath they come to me? No matter, they are here now, and it seems they wish of no harm. Jadnar will have to sort this out for me, this mind is incompatable with mine.

I just hope that Jadnar can get done with the dragon soon, and allow me to get into subspace, the minds of the evils still scrabbled at my mind. I can't hold them for long.
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on May 05, 2003, 05:49:19 pm
Zairith wasn't getting any answers, he could feel his consciousness floating inside of the computer and he decided it was time to stop pusy footing around.  He saw the nots the ones flashing past and they suddenly ressolved themselves into information he FORCED himself on them cracking them, trying to find what he needed, the security sweeps were forgotten he was tired of this game and he needed something he could use.  He began to tear files apart, the drugs running through his veins making him feel so much more powerful, concentrating his thoughts.

He sliced through information ruthlessly for no thought of the computers organisation.

"I wish for information, tell me where I am."

He thought and allowed the thoughts to run into the computer, so it could answer his question otherwise he would continue to slice it to ribbons, he knew it was dangerous, if it was programmed t odeal harshly with intruders he might end up getting a hell of a shock....but he needed to know
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on May 08, 2003, 05:06:24 am
Alex's ears pricked up on the magians mention of the shining voice. A group that had ventured onto his home planet before, to remove a group of Xelites who were monopolising the Darvinian ore trade. People seemed to create an atmosphere of fear once they had arrived...it seemed the Shining Voice had quite an expansive reputation in this system, and others. The Xelites were terrified of them. They gave no resistance against them, and were gone the very next day.

Alex thought for a minute, and decided to ask him a question. There was no doubt that he knew where they were headed if he was going with them. "So then Brent, if your going our way, then you'll know where this ship is taking us right?", Alex said awaiting his answer
Title: The Game
Post by: Richard Smith on May 08, 2003, 06:40:10 pm
Brent's reply was accompanied by a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Sorry friend, but the Goddess keeps us 'shiners in the dark until the time comes. Keeps us from spoilin' the story I guess. We're not supposed to know too much before hand, we just go where Her Ladyship points us and destroy those that break the rules. I'll travel with you 'till I feel the time has come for me to fulfill my purpose. Could be in a little while, could be in a long while, I'm prepared to wait."
Dusting off his clothing a bit, which had been disheveled by the long jump through... wherever people jump through when they do the whole teleportation thing... the fox took up his spear and made a gesture, causing it to turn into a dim bar of light before vanishing. "There, now that won't cumber me down too much while I walk about the ship. Would you mind showin' me to my room? I may be travelin' with you lot for a while, so I'd best get to know the ship, neh?"
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 10, 2003, 02:11:26 am
Trustor tilted his head at the word “Shiners”.  He remembered the “Shiners” classed in Karathian records as a “Way” utilizing race but not much more information.  His own creation was the beginning of a scientific adaptation in utilization and counter measures to such power should a conflict ever arise with a Way using race.  Trustor could sense the location and feel of the flows of Way like energy ribbons he could reach out and grab.    It was very interesting to see. This was Trustor’s first observation of Way manipulation/application by a sentient being.   He would study it carefully.

Also Trustor did not feel as at ease as Brent showed.  But he was trying and he did respect the fox.  Trustor was respectful of everyone unless betrayed.  But he was a dog and like most dogs Trustor’s instincts did not like situations which did not make sense to him.  Brent’s answers had seemed to only leave more questions.  It would seem to Trustor from what Brent explained that the fox was perhaps a unit designed for combat.  Brent’s master given the code name “Goddess” had sent him here on a mission.  The function of Brent’s unit seemed to be a seek and destroy function.  Brent was sent without info or intel (a situation Trustor could relate) and this fox had been teleported into the closed confines of a unknown alien body cavity and seemed not to find the situation unusual or dangerous?  He was even asking for a room, how interesting.

Trustor a little surprised by Brent’s question replied a answer as best he could, “From my scans we seem to be in the only body cavity of this being called Kalga.” “However the Kalga’s cells seem to be dynamic in structure.” “Perhaps creating from these cells what the Kalga itself needs?”.

Trustor turned to Alex, “Perhaps there is more information to be gained?”  “On the planet Kalga communicated with me.” “I think it may be how this Kalga found us.”, Trustor continued,  “I will try and talk to the Kalga and hope we can find us some answers.”.  

Trustor reached out and touched the wall, his paw fingers feeling-sensing healthy living tissue as his mind felt the presence similar to his. He projected trying to be polite, “Hello Kalga it is me Trustor.”  “We thank you again for our rescue.”, Trustor thought unable to conceal his emotions, the worry of what would happen to them, in shared thoughts, “Could you please tell me where you are taking us?”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on May 10, 2003, 06:48:12 pm
~You do not need to speak with touch, I can touch your mind just as easly as I flow through a way burst. You are Trustor, similer? Trustor shall be what you are.

What you are in is a fragment of myself, this fragment is approaching my larger self, to meld. There I shall take you to the others, and Jadnar. From there We shall be entering a slipstream supplied to me by the Avari. The Space Ways tell this to me. Perhaps, Similer, you can learn from the space ways as I have.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on May 11, 2003, 03:29:54 pm
The voice seemed to be inside of his head.

"Trustor? what the ******* is that?"

He travelled deeper int othe copmuter, like a worm, this thing had to have a power source, he was going to find it.

"Where is your crew compliment?"

He wondered how many people there were on this vessel.

"I'm not going down any space ways I have a place I need to get to."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on May 12, 2003, 08:52:53 pm
*Hmmm seems there's a bit of time befor we all come together, might as well use it*. Makeing sure no one else was intrested in what he was doing, Babel made his way to a worksurface at the edge of the room. When he felt sure he wasn't being watched too closely he flipped a small switch just above his right sholder. His arm emited a series of bleeps. Babel gave it a sharp twist and the arm came away. Working quickly now he started to unscrew a couple of small panles from it.
"Well it's about time I tried this"
Babel took from his coat pocket a small black box with a couple of wires leading from it. He placed it inside the arm useing a small sonic solder to make the connections inside.
Now complete he secured everything back in place. He then placed the arm back in to the joint and snapped it in to place.
" right one...two...three......" he snapped the switch back on
"Grrrrr" he grimeced as the nureal releys burned back in to life.
"That never gets any better" as te pain dissapeared in to an itching sensation. *Lets see now* he thought pressing a small area below his wrist a female voice crackeld in to life.
"co-ordinates as follows" * hey voice read out as well not bad inbuilt location and hopefully boosted transmission with this thing, got to love those plug n play parts* he gave a toothy grin. He sat back and started to play around with his new gadget and gradualy became oblivoius to everything around him. "Just maby a little more fine tuneing as he flipped the switch again and removed is arm" He started to prod around inside it agiain. As he worked he started to humm to himself which got louder the more he became involved with his work.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 13, 2003, 04:16:52 am
Trustor nodded to Alex as he motioned for Brent to come closer.  “We are similar.  Kalga is sharing it’s thoughts with me.” , Trustor continued talking his expression blank as his senses were linked in a shared consciousness with what Kalga was saying and wanting him to feel.  Trustor  wanted to make sure his new found companions were ok and sharing information was crucial of any supportive pack, “Not to worry.” “I feel the Kalga’s knowledge is very old.” Trustor smiled a little, “It calls me to learn from the space ways.” Sensing the intent he continued, “We will be safe.”  “We are going to meet someone called Jadnar and then travel onto the Avari system via a path granted.” Trustor could feel the Kalga’s diverted attention diverted to keep out the attacks, “We have to hurry, help in any way we can. “The attacks are exhausting the Kalga.”

Trustor understood the Kalga,   perhaps better than he was saying.  Feelings were so much easier to know than say.  

Though a little surprised by the mind set of the question, Trustor in return replied freely speaking/thinking his thoughts. His feelings stirring inside of him like a angry storm of pain compressed and begging to rip him apart, “My... my crew compliment and commanding officer.. were all killed on Bryton 4.”  “I failed and insulted the masters and doomed my loved pack.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on May 13, 2003, 05:32:24 am
Alex was unsure what to feel although he had been told they were safe. He shuffled a little, and took in Trustor's words. Mention of the Avari, made Alex leap up in suprise.
 
T-the Avari?! the question echoed inside his head. He had read about this race in many books. Several authors had given them the nick-name "dream-walkers" for their powerful psionic abilites unlocked through intense meditation, and prayer.

Alex shook himself free of his daydream, and took out his camera from his back pocket. He beagn to scroll through his pictures. At least 340 were stored away from as far Serifa, a place he had once called home before the collapse. He sat quietly, and smiled gently as two pairs of comforting eyes looked back at him from the viewer.




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 14, 2003, 04:05:11 am
Trustor listened a little longer for a reply as he watched the two anthros speaking, “I think the Kalga is busy right now.” Trustor tilted his head his ears back in concern as he watched Alex.  The wolf reminded him of something familiar he could not quite catch in his mind.  Alex’s expression made Trustor think of a little sail boat torn from the harbor that was lost in a wild sea.  The fox Brent seemed perfectly adapted and at peace with his situation.  That was impressive.  Trustor had been trained to keep his head under stress.  But his day had hurt and been so hard beyond what he thought he would of been able to endure.

Trustor watched Alex’s expression as the wolf gazed into his camera.  He could tell Alex was hurting missing his home.  Trustor walked forward to stand next to Alex resting a paw gently on the wolf’s shoulder in support.  Trustor spoke, “In truth I am not for certain what will completely happen.”  Trustor’s soft brown eyes gave Alex a reassuring smile, “But beating the odds we are still alive.”  Trustor grinned a smile, “Don’t worry your not alone.  I’ll be here watching your back like you did for me.” He continued talking to Alex, “We can find our way home.”  Trustor looked down at Alex’s camera, “Oh, a very nice picture.” He smiled in thought his playful dog curiosity coming out again, “Is that your home?”.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on May 14, 2003, 08:48:57 am
~It'll take you years to learn how, Similar, it has taken me several hundred mehraks to fully be able to converse with the space ways. Your Flicker lives are hardly long enough to understand this. I am combining now~

The walls around you begin to shift and change, comeing down upon you, sinking around you.

~Do not be afraid~

You soon emerge in the middle of a room with several other people there.

~Jadnar, I have now combined, I am making way to the Avari Slipstream. Please attend to the dragon quickly, we must hurry. The Avari can not hold the stream open for us forever. Already they begin to strain. The Space Ways feel their drain.~

"Yes, Kalga, I'll do what I can here." I turned to the dragon.

"Please understand, I must hurry," Gesturing to the computer on the creatures wrist," That should help you identify what they are used for. When you are done, Kalga will lead you to where you need to be.
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on May 15, 2003, 03:49:24 pm
OOC: Sorry slightly confused, Jadnar was that post directed at my character?
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on May 15, 2003, 04:30:26 pm
Um, What part, dare I ask?
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on May 15, 2003, 06:20:24 pm
OOC: Sorry, Silver those aboard the Kalga's smaller self were the ones being addressed through Trustor. This is the part you meant right?

IC: Alex leapt with fright, as Trustor's paw came to rest on his shoulder. He smiled, and spoke. "Thanks for your kind words Trustor. I'll watch yours if you watch mine".

“Is that your home?” The question sent a cold feeling through Alex. He switched off the viewer, and put his camera away. He stared at the ground, and gave his answer.

"Home? I don't have a home anymore. Serifa is a desolate wasteland, and my family are gone...I've been alone for quite some time. I miss them...but I know I'll never see them again....I.

Alex's voice trailed off suddenly, and silence ensued for a moment. "I'm sorry Trustor, but I don't want to talk about this right now".

As Alex stopped talking, the walls of the vessel shimmered, and melted away. The three now stood in what appeared to be a bigger version of the one that had just disappeared, with many onlookers now before them.




Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on May 18, 2003, 09:33:25 pm
Babel was oblivious to the new people that had enterd he was still engrossed in fixing up his arm. He had spent a large amount of time and effort collecting the bit's for it since he had it. It was quite impressive in it's abilitys, altough it still hurt imensly every time he reconnected it something which he was trying to remedy even now.
He carried on working humming fairly loudly and every now and agian muttering
"hmm maby if I tweeked this"
"nope ok then waht about this"
He had now donned a set of glasses which provded a zoom function for the realy small stuff. Even when the new members began to move around and start to talk he was oblivious. He just hummed louder to blot out the background noise in his mind.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on May 21, 2003, 04:22:27 pm
OOC: Sorry for delays but I have been working till 2AM most nights to catch up for my trip to SD.  So I’m a very busy dog right now.

Trustor slowly backed off from Alex picking up he has had cause pain by his questions.  Trustor sat down, “I am sorry.”.  Trustors ears were back in worry as he address Alex softly, “Sometimes I ask the wrong questions.” Trustor looked down, “I’m sometimes a bit to curious for my own good.” He shook his head letting his eyes scan over all the diversity in his field of vision that felt like a magnet for his attention, “Who knows perhaps it’s the way I was made?”  “ Trustor sensed a change in ship.  He turned looking at the wall sensing a change.  The ship was changing.  Moments later he was in a bigger room looking over others.  With a little bit of stressed caution trustor perked his ears forward and addressed the new individuals, “Hello, I am Trustor A-11.”, “Is one of you Jadnar?” Trustor looked and evaluated those present, “I think Kalga wishes us to speak with you.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on May 21, 2003, 05:43:46 pm
Hurrying into the room, I heard my name spoken, as well as the sounds of an increased crowed. Sounds like this may be a long journy.

"I am Jadnar, Captain, and friend to this creature that names its self Kalga. We are at current heading to an Avari Slip Stream. If you all will please take a seat, the Slipstream may be a tad rough at the start."

The floor rose up in several places, forming into seats of sorts, arranged in neat little rows, just enough for everyone to sit in.

~Jadnar, The Avari Are kind to us. We should see to paying them back for their kindness.~

"I have every intent on that Kalga, But for right now, we must take their help."

~Also, the Similar, he who calls himself Trustor is onboard.~

"Was he worth the effort?"

~Quite infact. I can speak to him, as I can speak to you. It is amazing to have two minds to talk to. Perhaps relations can be made between us~

"I'll take that in note," raising my voice I spoke to the masses once again, "We'll be moving out of This area in 3 Redons. The Kalga will brase you as we move through the slip Stream."

Taking a seat in one of the organic chairs, I prepared my self to meld my mind with Kalga once again. Kalga streached its self to hold me into the seat.

I slipped into the meld with Kalga easily, as I had done so many times before.

~Perhaps we can invite this Trustor into our meld~

~That would be very nice, indeed. His mind is compatable with mine. It may open his eyes to the space ways, through connected thought.~

~Perhaps~
Title: The Game
Post by: on May 21, 2003, 10:26:04 pm
For the first time since their exsile to Eravia, an Avari journeyed above the atmosphere.  This time would be different; he was alone now.

He was alone on the way up, and it was a very long ride to the orbital post.  His eyes wandered, not seeing much inside the dense plastic shaft that extended beyond the atmosphere.  Listening to only the hum of the rush of air propelling him upwards, Terastas sat down, crossed his legs, and said a prayer to the elders.  It is as translated:

"Spirits of the elders, clear my eyes to the safest flight."

His ears perked up during his meditations.  He thought he could hear voices, though more internal as if they were in his head.  Finally he saw an image in his mind and heard one of them say:
~It may open his eyes to the space ways, through connected thought.~

He opened his eyes, blinking with confusion as the image stayed before him.
~Hello?~

The elders had included Terastas in the meld, though he was still unaware of such.
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on May 22, 2003, 05:41:37 am
OOC: Okay, just posting a quick OOC note, not posted here for a while, when they come out of slip stream, would it be okay for the ship my character has found himself in *it is an abandoned ship* to be near by *shurgs*

IC:

Zairith felt the computer flowing around him, there was no one on this hunk of metal, he scrabbled to get his mind back out of the ocmputer, knowing the lay out, like the back of his hand he sprinted to the command centre of this, much larger ship than his last, and once more interfaced himself with the computer.  Downloading his own software from his brain..Lights flickered on and a low humming noise began, the ship still had power, good...He wondered where the crew were, it didn't matter, he downloaded a copy of his computer into the main ships onboard systems, it only took a couple of seconds before the very authentic female voice entoned.

"All systems are active, I have complete control, all systems are functioning within the parameters specified.  The ship appears to be in working order."

Zairith, retracted his interface and flexed the hand on which the electrodes dug into his skin, it disturbed him sometimes that he had become so different from his people, but he could never go back, never.  He began to tap away at a keypad and the ship began to move....
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 05, 2003, 01:47:00 am
Trustor watched carefully as everyone got out safely.  He then sent the elevator back up in case anyone was still up at the ship.  Trustor cocked a ear following the conversation with Jadnar and Gorbin as he assessed the situation.  His gaze fell on Simon as he walked over and looked at the sleeping cub. His memories were exhaustive and explained so little.  Trustor reached down and picked up the pictures placing them into Simon’s pocket.  Quietly taking off his backpack he set it next to the chair.  Trustor then removed his jacket and tucked it around the cub to conserve body heat.

He then turned and approached Jadnar and Gorbin frustrated at his lack of experience in these situations feeling the stress in Gorbin and Flick as Jadnar helped to explain. “Gorbin these terrestrial plants have no central nervous system and no sentience as Jadnar says.”, Trustor spoke sitting down next to Gorbin to be on a equal level, “As you know a non-sentient life form’s method of reproduction is to expand taking over all space, light, and room.” “They compete with other plants for resources overpowering and replacing each other in a standard life cycle.”, Trustor continued pulling from his memories and hoping it was enough, “Sentient creatures of course must establish there own space or be forced out.”  He continued, “As your race has used living and non-living materials  available to it so has these creatures.” Trustor gave a reassuring smile to Gorbin, “And don’t worry about being caught by surprise as we all have as of late.”  

Trustor stood up and faced Jadnar.  The dog pondered the equine’s inner emotions but did not delve further.  Jadnar would speak if and when he was ready.  “It doesn’t look like we are going any further so I suggest we hold council here.”, Trustor spoke to Jadnar.  Trustor turned to the group speaking out loud, “Some of you may wish to go and that is fine.”  “But I’m looking for answers to know my path and I chose to stay and talk.”, Trustor continued speaking out loud, "What do we know of the KalTak and if not known what have we learned?”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 05, 2003, 06:44:49 am
OOC: Well, since your race are the creators of Kalga, it would only seem right that you'd have a bit of leeway according to that standard.
END OOC

"Right then. Actually Trustor, me and Terastas of the Monostary were heading out to collect a magnetic feild generator. We were getting it so that it may serve as another food source for Kalga."

I then turned to Gorbin, "Aye, I know it lands quite well upon land. Last time Kalga went out of it's way to split, and send a part of it's self to land, to retrive trustor here, saying that he was similar. I don't know what that means, but it ment enough For Kalga to go and do that."

I felt Kalga download the information into me, a new rush of information. My eyes widened slightly, "That's how you did it. It makes sence now. If the Kal'tak were able to get into Kalga's dreams, then that would also mean that they would of been able to get to the information for this thing. Okay, First things first, Me and Terastas are going to retrive the EM Feild generator, Then we'll come back and discuss this further. Meanwhile, everyone should rest, work out their nerves. It's better to think with a clear head then it is to think with tence nerves. Trustor, I think you should bring them up to speed in what Gorbin and Kalga have told us. It'll make things go faster."

I looked towards Terastas, "Ready?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 05, 2003, 03:45:18 am
Flick inhales inflating like a furry balloon. Grobin grabs him and starts to pet him. Gorbin looks up at Jadnar.
"Everything is so strange.....I have dreamed of meeting aliens for so long, but I did not really believe.....in my world everything is alive....I will learn to deal it all."
Gorbin stops and lesions to Trustor, takes a deep breath.
"Yes, I have forgotten the words of the Grate Tree. All life comes from death, and without death there can not be life."

"Jadnar, I know what Kalga thinks. Kalga is mistaken. Kalge is no more a tool than.....I am to Flick. Kalge, Flick, Me, Sluggy we are all Bio-inganeared in one way or another. We all can live without the other, but do not want to. Kalga found you, to "use" you as a companion. Do you feel that you are a tool?
I am guessing no.
My instinct is to help and be helped whin ever I can. I have a need for sembeoses, and I know things about Kalga and how Kalga works, that where hidden even from Kalga to protect Hooma secrets at a time when my race was still learning how to deal with non-plants. I have been given knowledge of so many things. I know that if I would to meld with Kalga I can help Kalga defend her mind from the Kal'tak using me as a stone wall of the mind. Food, Kalga can make food you and anyone who gives her a sample of his or her blood, can eat. Did you know Kalga can land on a planet, in an emergency, though the stress would be so every grate."

Gorbin standing now. "I would never think of taking you away from you friend, it would go agenst what I am."
Gorbins ears perk up at the word, "Kal'tak" his eyes open wider. "The Kal'tak, (He looks at Trustor) what ever we do now, we will need to get two ships as soon as we leave this world, before the Kal'tak fined them.
~Kalga, please open thorn file *5@76%2$0&. Tell Jadnar and Trustor everything. Thank you.~


OOC:Just tell me of I'm going to far, Jadnar.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 24, 2003, 11:51:44 pm
OOC: Did I single handedly kill the game?  Erf... :p I thought a card game would be kind of fun to play.  But noting the long silence if it’s seeming to complicated then it’s not a problem just to skip it.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 18, 2003, 01:37:17 pm
Umm.. We still game?
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on June 18, 2003, 05:06:55 pm
OOC:I've been wondering that myself. Let there be life.
*Begins resuscitation*

IC: Alex slowly turned back to Trustor. "It's alright. It's not your fault. I guess its just..."
Alex then then noticed the stranger running towards them, quickly cutting off his current topic.

"We'll talk about this later, Trustor. Let's just...keep our minds on the here and now". The new face was revealed to be captain of the vessel, Jadnar Daj. Alex was sure that he knew what was going on. He wanted answers.

"So you're the captain of this thing? I have the feeling you know what's going on. Perhaps you could fill us in why Repine is under attack".




Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 18, 2003, 05:35:07 pm
"I've Hardly a clue, Kalga simply knows that these... attackers don't belong here, never have been here. We are simply here to help. Get in a seat, and prep for the jump. Hurry, or you wn't have a pleasent ride."
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on June 24, 2003, 10:19:59 am
*closes her eyes sits there and waits*
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on June 26, 2003, 08:18:27 pm
OOC: This post is for when Kalga comes out of the Way

IC:

He could feel the ship, feel it throbbing, the ocmputer was working, there was some damage but nothing that couldn't be fixed.  Weapons weren't at full power, but the defenses were still operational and the engines, that's what he wanted, the engines were still working.  Incase he had to move fast, incase he had to run...again.  

It's hard to explain the feeling to someone who has never been plugged into a ocmputer before, but he oculd feel the sensors, something was werong, something was very wrong.

Then several things happened very quickly, almost instanteniously.  Kalga re-appeared into normal space very close to his ship, too close for him anyway.  There was a shudder that went through the ship as waves were sent through space and a seering pain flared up in his mind.  It felt like every neurone in his brain was scrambling to safety and was setting his head on fire.  He was instantly unplugged, he might have yelled in pain.  There was the command centre, Kalga filling the screen.  He was on the floor, there was the pain, there was the ocmputer talking to him, he couldn't hear what it was saying.

There was the pain, there was seering, crackling pain....then blessed unconsciousness.  

It must have only been a few minutes, because when he woke the ship was still there and the pain was still seering.  He could barely concentrate, but his body wouldn't let him rest when he needed to move, to be ready.  He tasted something slippery and metallic, he spat, blood.  He felt worse than crap.  He lay there unable, unwilling to move.  blood trickled out of his mouth, nose and ear.

He knew that this oculd happen, being plugged into a ocmputer oculd be dangerous but usually the risks out weighed the benefits, why hadn't he known that this would happen.  His head swam again and he managed to sit up, holding on to a console.  He felt terrible, the floor slanted and everything went blurry.  He turned to one side and vomitted on the floor, blood and spittle sank through the grill.  The taste of bile still lingering and making him feel like he wanted to vomit again, he had to get himself together, he had to be ready if this ship was going to fire, or if he was going to be boarded he had to be ready....He closed his eyes and tried to gather his witts......
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on June 29, 2003, 02:20:25 am
OOC: Very very sorry for the delay.  RL attack.  I’m back now with no long outages seen. ;)

Trustor stood straight and nodded to Alex.  Alex was asking the captain relevant questions so Trustor stood listening and observing.

There were many presences here.  Some he could see and others near by.  Trustors senses expanded to feel emotions as he observed.  Most here were feeling disconnected.  Common feelings of uncertainty, worry, and a bit of shock.  The feelings reminded him of a refugee camp he had guarded on DC9.  

Trustor’s focus turned back to Jadnar as his canine blue eyes focused on the equine’s features.  Trustor found himself making comparisons of Jadnar in his memory.  Trustor had shared thoughts with Kalga.  Being that thoughts are perceptions rather than plain words of vocabulary Trustor felt Kalga’s perception of Jadnar when the ship explained referencing the equine.  Jadnar was young to Kalga’s standard.  But intelligent, resourceful, and trustworthy.  Kalga was very accurate on perception to physical details.  There was no need to doubt Kalga’s accuracy in other areas.  Trustor’s mind could now feel some of the same qualities Kalga felt and knew.  

Jadnar directed them to sit as Trustor acknowledged the command politely looking for a place to sit.  Taking a seat next to Alex, Trustor prepared himself for the jump.  Fastening a buckle Trustor turned a ear to catch the sound of a opening door.  Another interesting  hybrid had entered.  It was one he had not seen before.  Her weapon was drawn but she seemed to be feeling a lot of the same things as the rest of the crew, Trustor thought.  At Jadnar’s direction she sat as well.  Her ears were showing her tension.  Trustor felt the phase in space and prepared his mind for the jump turning to Alex, “If you have not done this before then clear your mind and relax your body.”  Trustor continued giving Alex a friendly smile, “It can help.”  Then Trustor felt the slipstream.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 23, 2003, 05:26:24 pm
Alex repeatedly pressed the call button on the elevator. "Come on! Come on! Cooome ON!", he snarled losing his patience. He began to hop on the spot in the irregular gravity waiting for the elevator to return to their level.
"So tell me this Jules. Which planet are you from?" I'm guessing your from the Erusian cluster am I right?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on June 30, 2003, 01:42:29 pm
*as the Kalgar wanders through space. one of the crew members spots a wreckage. among the wreckage they see a small light. wondering weather this is a survivor or not they decide to investigate. as they approach the light they start to notice a human type form.*

(hopes thats ok)
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 30, 2003, 01:59:44 pm
Actually, I'd perfer that you do something on your own end. Even though it is freeform, I don't think controlling what others dowould do it.

I think.. the best way to intergrate you into the story, is by doing this....

The Evari, may have opened slipstreams in diffrent areas as well, With the Kal'tak being as powerful as they are can probubly do multipul system attacks at the same time. Just as your ship was being destroyed, you were brought to Evari, which we'll meet you there. I think that would be the best way of doing it, that is unless you'd rather do something otherwise.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on June 30, 2003, 05:32:47 pm
oops :blush: i feel really stupid now  :blush:

ill jus change the first one a bit.

*silence, nothing but silence. as Simons blood covered space suit drifted amongst the wreck of what was once a passenger cruiser space ship. as the blood drips down his face, he reaches for the button to activate the distress light. as the switch flicks. everything went dark....*

(im hopng that is better)




Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on June 30, 2003, 08:53:34 pm
Tis no probs. ^_^ We are all bound to stumble on the first try.

That works pretty good. Thanks. ^_^
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 01, 2003, 10:07:04 am
OOC: Ayiee!  Hold that RP!

IC:
All that time, Terastas had still been in the elevator.  Despite the elder's attempt to include Terastas in the meld, his inexperience had prevented it from working correctly.  It didn't matter; the Kalga was approaching.  Terastas did his best to relax, trying to keep in tune with the rest of people down below.  Now almost at the docking point, his powers would be severely limited; the elders only granted such vast reaches of their powers when there was not one avari that did not request such.  Now further from his people than any quest had ever taken one, he began to wonder if the elders would still hear his prayer.

It didn't matter.  All at once, the Avari spoke:
"Spirits of the elders, allow no admission to the heartless."

They actually didn't need to pray; the elders were already setting up the anti-negativity field, which not even the Kalga would likely take notice of since it only applied physical state to only truly evil beings, in this case, the Kal'Tak.

Terastas's prayers were interrupted when he found himself no longer seated on the floor.  The elevator had taken him outside Eravia's gravitational pull.  Then suddenly, the station's artificial gravity kicked in, which, due to bad planning, happened to be centered in the other direction.  Like any cat would, Terastas kicked his feet up (or down depending on your perspective, somersaulting himself in the proper direction so to land on his feet.  Then the doors opened and he stepped out into the docking station.

Compared to the wonder that is the anchor structure, the docking station is... Pathetic.  Essentially, it was just a large spherical structure built around the elevator, out from which grew numerous tube-like runways at random points.  Since ships could dock at all points of the station, the gravity was really screwy.  By a general perspective, the elevator actually ran through the station so its occupants could step out onto the ceiling, therefore using the elevator shaft as a central stuctural support.  Then instead of directing gravity towards a specific area, a device in the center of the sphere actually pushed back in all areas so that one could actually walk around the perimeter.

The runways were the exception of course, each equipped with a normal gravity simulator.  To keep it in line with the station, however, each runway was equipped with a unique device which actually locked onto an arriving member's foot whenever stepped upon, applied a magnetic level of gravity, and then rotated a quarter turn, releasing them in the proper gravitational pull.  It was simple enough, but the sudden spin and launch into the bizarre field generally strikes those that are unfamiliar with the station's unique principles (I already know there's at least one on board the Kalga having trouble following this).  Supposedly, when the Avari were exisled and first came to Eravia, not one had come down the runway without falling face forward upon entering the station.

And right at the center of it all, floating around in some sort of jetpack-like contraption which flew by manipulating the station's gravity, was the station coordinator, a 6-inch mouselike creature.  She flew right in Terastas's face upon arrival, the slight gravitational distortion created by her transportation device giving him a headache at its proximity.

"You must be the Avari representative," she chirped.  "I've got the ship on radar; big mother of a craft if I've ever seen one.  You want to see it on the radar; its like nothing else-"

"No, that's alright," said Terastas, resisting the urge to swat her away.  "Just tell them where they can park."
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 01, 2003, 12:55:59 pm
"ahh hes awake at last."

Simon woke up in what appeared to be a hospital bed.

"ugh. where am i?"

"my friend you are in the outer limits on the planet Sirios. we are a group of people who fight for the other peoples freedom."

Simon thought this was some sort of charity hospital so he stayed for a few days while he healed.

After he had fully healed the leader of 'the outer limits' who goes by the name of Tylon came in to show him around. he explained to him what they did and that they take in anyone who is in need. 5 minutes later Tylon showed Simon how they did this...
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 01, 2003, 05:39:47 pm
Alex felt his anger rise. Not even Jadnar knew what was going on. Not one to lose his temper, Alex regained his composure and turned to sit as instructed.

His attention quickly jumped to one of the doors. A young girl walked in, but it didn't matter to him at that moment. Everything had gone wrong so fast. He had wanted to escape from Repine. He never pictured himself fleeing from it.

Trustor's voice pulled Alex back into the real world he'd been so caught up in thought he hadn't even noticed him sit down next to him.
"Clear your mind and relax your body. It can help.” , were Trustor's words to him. Alex breathed in deeply, and let his body fall limp. He felt the shock as the Kalga entered the Avari slipstream.

"Farewell Repine", he whispered quietly to himself as he slowly fell asleep exhausted.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 01, 2003, 06:11:01 pm
I watched with Kalga's eyes as the slip stream took us, and accelerated our very beings towards it's end. We watched as real space flew by us, while in this stream, faster then the space ways. The Evari were quite powerful, It is a wonder that they stay at their aquired planet, or even let their original one be taken. Soon I'll be able to meet one of these people, that even the great and old Kalga even adored.

The end came quickly. A flash, and real space pushed in on use once again. There the planet was, a structure, a dorment ship. All this information flew at us suddenly. The space pressing in on Kalga's skin. I could then suddenly feel Kalga's fatigue creeping along it's mind. All that work, has caused it to grow tired. It wouldn't of needed another sleep for a couple more weeks, It would seem that we'll be spending time here.

I opened my eyes, Kalga would be able to handle it's self for awhile now. I looked foward now at the organic walls of Kalga.

"We are there." were all the words I said.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 01, 2003, 06:11:27 pm
as Tylon and Simon walked through the door there was a long corridor. on one side there was a shelf full of boxes. as they walked down Tylon pulled out a box with Simons blongings in, including a 50 calibre desert eagle which somehow got there. Tylon just said that he must have obtained it during the attack. Anyway. at the end of the corridor there was 2 doors. Tylon showed Simon one door and said this was the changing room for him to get into his own clothes and out of the hospital robes. after he got changed, Simon re appeared and Tylon was gone. Simon thought he would take a peek inside the other room. when he looked inside he was terrified. all he saw was gun piled upon gun, bomb piled upon bomb. he thought to himself that he had to escape. as he came out into the corridor, Tylon was there.

"oh you already have seen how we do what we do"

"WHAT IS THIS ARE YOU CRAZY!"

"no no of course not, people call us in need, e.g someone is cheating on their wife, we take care of them."

"so youre an assasination group?"

"no it goes further than that, we make terrorism seem so horrific that no one would even think of attacking our planet."

"YOU'RE MAD YOU LUNATIC!"

as he said this Simon hit Tylon around the head with his gun knocking him out and ran off down the corridor...
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 01, 2003, 06:42:44 pm
The station's coordinator shouted something in her own native language when she saw the Kalga outside one of the windows.  I believe it translated to 'Holy crap!' or something along the lines of that.

"Is something wrong?" asked Terastas.  It was the first space ship he had ever seen, so he had no way of knowing that the Kalga was one in a million.

The coordinator blink-blinked, starring blankly at the massive organic ship.  Finally she picked up the com-link and spoke into it.

"Er... Hello?  Eravia docking station calling, uh..."

"The Kalga," said Terastas.  "The elders called it the Kalga."

"Er... Right."  She paused.  "Er... Dock four is confirmed ready for direct connection.  Members of the Kalga, do you read?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 01, 2003, 06:59:02 pm
A voice speaks back into the radio, but it isn't as scratchy as one would think it would be. It came in very clearly, as it the voice orgininated in the very same room.

"I am the one that is called Kalga, Could you please direct me to this 'dock port 4'? I am unfamiler with this structure. The space ways tell me nothing that can show me where this may be."
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 01, 2003, 07:45:39 pm
The lupine like creature stood up wiping the blood from his nose and around his face, he could feel his head swimming wildly now, the ship had appeared to close to this one.  

The massive frame of Kalga appeared on the screen, he watched it, he'd never seen a composition like that before.  He leaned on the console, fascinated but at the same time unable to stand of his own volisian.  

"Can you get me more information about the sh-"

But his speech went unfinished as the ship lurched forwards throwing him over the console and onto the floor once more.

"Zairith, out culkhead has been penetrated."£

He wanted to sleep he was so tired, but he realised that if he fell asleep now it might be the last time he ever was conscious.  

"Why?"

His voice full of pain.

"Shockwave from the other ship was stronger than anticipated it seems that there are structural weaknesses in this ship."

"Can't you seal up the walls."

"It appears that all power has been cut, I can't do anything.  I am attempting to implement safety procedures."

Another lurched Zairith stayed where he was and allowed himself to be moved by the floor.

"It happened again?"

"Correct."

"What do they make these things out of.@

"You may have to return to the station Zairith."

"Return to the station, I've just come from there, remember, guards guns, blew up old ship that's why I'm here."

"I will continue to try but options are limitied."

Zairith shook his head, the even in this addled state his witts managed to pull htrough, although not entirely.

@Scan the vessel and probe it using the neural pulse, make it look like an energy based life form moving between the ships.  Find a weakness, I might be able to use it to get onboard unnoticed.@

He managed to haul himself into a chair and begin to tap away on a keyboard, his vision went slightly blurry but he managed to concentrate on most of it.
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 01, 2003, 10:21:31 pm
The coordinator blink-blinked again.

"Um... Its the one with the big number 4 painted on the hatch," she said into the mic.  "Does that help?"

Sensing it wasn't enough, Terastas walked up the side of the docking station wall until he was standing on top of the window out of which they had seen the Kalga.  He stretched out on his belly on top of it, pressed his nose against the glass so he was looking straight at the Kalga, and waved his arms and legs in the 'making-a-snowangel' motion.  

"Okay, you see the Avari waving at you in the window?" asked the coordinator.  "That long pole-like structure sticking out from the station right above him is dock four.  If you can connect to the ship's interior, we can allow you access to the docking station."  She looked out the window Terastas had pressed himself against, peering over his shoulder at the Kalga.  "Um... The big guy will need to stay outside though."

It had yet to occur to her that she was talking to the big guy himself.




Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 02, 2003, 05:06:23 am
*opens her eyes and look around her ears drooped kinda*

nearly there yet?
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 02, 2003, 08:37:58 am
"Very well then, My skin can adapt to whatever is required of it, Your docking port, from what I sence, will not be that hard to adapt to. If I may as so venture to ask, Would it be against your polocies that I may sleep while in your dock? I will be unresponsive to any outside stimulus, as a result, I will not be able to move away from your dock given if it is needed."

The Kalga Slowly drifted towards the dock. Senceing the ship nearby in distress and quite basicly falling to peices it calmly reached out with an arm, and grabbed the ship, absorbing it through it's skin, brining it into the hanger bay, where it may very well be safer for the occupent.

Reaching out with it's mind it tried to contact the Avari waving at it. ~Thank you for your guidence, here to this planet and to this dock.  You and your race, powerful and wise that you are.~

Reaching out with modlable arms, it grabbed onto the poll, wrapping its self around it, and extending tube that matched the size of the port.

From the 'Command' room formed a hole, which then led to the newly formed connection.

~I have docked Jadnar.~

"Good, Alright," Standing up from the chair which then sunk back into the ground from which it came, I turned around to the others, "We are now currently docked with an Evari dock port, I'm figuring you'll want to get off soon, given the circumstances. The Avari themselves have the planet kept well protected, so it should be very well a safe place for us. I'm hopeing to talk to the Avari's themselves, see if I can get more information. Kalga Will be in rest, due to the extended useage of it's self, which means Kalga and I wil be in dock for a small while. If you decide that you need to get anywhere, We'll see if we can get you there. Untill then I'm pretty sure that your free to do as you want, acording to traditions and culture found on this planet. Questions?"

(OOC: Do look at Terastas' post, for proper disembarking procedures *chuckles*)




Title: The Game
Post by: on July 02, 2003, 10:39:08 am
Terastas simply smiled and nodded at the complement from the Kalga, not really thinking himself to be either at the moment, but not about to reject a complement on behalf of his entire race.

"Connections confirmed," said the coordinator.  "Now releasing entry codes... Hey, where are you going?"

Terastas had stood up and was about to step down on the gravitational rotator.  "I'm going to welcome them on behalf of the Avari.  It was the wish of the elders that they be escorted here to-"

He was cut short when he stepped on the rotator, which tends to react on a split-second's notice.

Vrrrrrmmmm-CHK!!

Like every Avari before him, Terastas was launched from the 90 degree turn, stumbling down the runway until he finally landed face first.  He looked up and blink-blinked as the hatch opened for the Kalga right before him, sprawled out in front of it.
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 02, 2003, 11:53:07 am
Fire flickered around Zairith, he oculd hear the screams of pain, anguish and rage.  The sour metallic tang of blood hung so thickly in the air he could almost taste it.  What was going on? where were his parents? where were his pack?  What was happening? He called out, but his voice was pathetically weak over the noise.  He called once more and he heard a strange voie, in a language that he did not understand.  He did not see the speaker, but he felt something hard hit against his head, he sprang away, over the flames, trying to get away ,get away from the screaming, the shouting the blood....what was happening.  He stopped in a small clearing then and the sounds faded away, his stomach seemed to drop away, everything seemed to be unreal, dreamlike.  There, his father nailed by his back legs to a tree, his genitals cut, he hung there swaying in the hot air of the flames, his sightless eyes straing in longing at his mate as she lay beneath him, her body still retaining its regality even though she had been so badly mutilated, her fur was burnt, both her back legs had been broken and blood caked her muzzle.....BANG.....silence, blessed releif from the sight.....all sound was gone....

Zairith gasped, his heart felt as though it had been ripped out and was no lying on the floor next to him.

"Why...."

He couldn't say the words he wnted to cry but through great sense of self he managed to control himself.

"Why am I remembering this? what has happened t othe neural links?"

"It appears that they were damaged, they are being repaired now."

The memories evaporated, but he could still remember the images and tears began to trickle down his face.

There is nothing more crippling to the meta-physical universe in which we live than extreme negative emotions, so it is said.  This pain, this scarring was not physical, it was deep seated and it tore the fabric of space around him, sending out a small wave of misery, a great and terrible feeling.  Zairith sat up and trying to forget everything that had just gone through his mind.

He activated the health field around himself trying to repair some of the physical damage.  

"Why arent' we dead yet?"

The computers voice responded as always.

"It appears that the ship has absorbed us and since there is no imbalance in pressure the ship we are on is managed to keep itself together.  We are back on the station however."

"Dammit."

He scrambled up realising that he was still very weak and clutching hold of the console.  He managed to stagger out of the control room.

"Computer, back yourself up and all information I'm carrying at the moment."

"Done."

"Now tansfer your main program into my mind."

There was suddenly a rush of voices, memories and then he was back int he real world.  It never got any easier, but he didn't really mind it anymore, it was qutie a rush.

He managed to find an exit and fell out of the ship, hitting the floor, which was thankfully not too far down.  The field still managing to heal more damage.  He walked over to a wall (one of Kalga's) there appeared to be no one around.  THis ship must be extremely sophisticated to do what it had done, there must be computers running through the walls He slammed his neural interface deep into the wall and sought a connection.  There had to be something here, information of some value.  He knelt down, realising that if he did not he would fall over.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 02, 2003, 04:25:04 pm
Trustor stood up at Jadnar’s direction listening to the equine explain there new location.  Shaking the fur on his head briskly, Trustor always shook to help his circulation after the a jump.

Trustor offered a paw to Alex to help him up and speaking, “Well at least it seems we’re not under attack anymore.”.  Trustor tilted his head his eyes contemplating the wolf’s composure, “Perhaps we can now find someone to ask some questions and then decide what we wish to do.”

Trustor looked at himself his clothes were torn and dirty.   He was going to be representing his clan yet he was quite a mess, “Honestly I am not very presentable for social contact.”, he looked to Alex his tail beginning to wag with a smile, “Some soap, water, or even a quick enzyme scrub could be handy.”

Trustor looked to Jadnar, “Are there any “cleaning” facilities here on the Kalga?
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 23, 2003, 11:16:52 am
(OOC: Tis alright Bluegreenman Planty thingy-ma-bob furson ^_^)

"I'm fine, Just a headache. I'm not as tightly connected to Kalga as you are to your elders. I figure it has something to do with the fact that Kalga and I are two diffrent species, your is your own species. I figure a stronger connection results from that. Though there is something new that Kalga has found..

There is a new planet in the Space Ways. Well not old, but reintroduced."

Shaking my head, I decided that Now wasn't the time to try and explain something that I myself couldn't understand very well. The elevator slowly came to a stop at the bottom of it's tran and the doors slid open, the new fresh air flowed in, causing my headache to turn into a swirling dizzy mess. My vision soon cleared and Looked about the outside world.

Planet side, so.. unusual, yet home. I shook my head again, no this isn't home, it is alien. Kalga is home. Haroak Is my home, This is Evari, a diffrent planet.

**Switch to Kalga**

It came, a friend, yet stranger. I trusted it comepletly and totally. Maybe this was programmed into me, but I did not care. This was my creator! Maybe not this particular specimen, but to see the race that created you far before many of the worlds discovered way runners, muchless the way, is simply aw inspiring. I accepted it's request whole heartedly, pulling him, and the ship it had grabbed into me.

~Creator, You have come. You have brought back the world that was once dead. It lives once again. You were successful. I can go home once again, and see it once more. What news have you of the new world?~

Impatience was suddenly an aquired charateristic. Kalga was always patient, but 2000 years of waiting weighs on one's mind for very long time.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 02, 2003, 05:17:17 pm
~The ship that we have now taken aboard, has shut itself down. A life form has emerged from it... It is attempting to access my nural network. Fortunatly my defensive mechanisms have pulled all the nural webs from the area he is attacking at, I must have it removed. He doesn't understand the damage he may incure in my mind.~

"Alright Kalga, I'll get down there as soon as I can."

Looking towards Trustor I finally was able to have a good look at what Kalga refered to as the Similar. He looked to be respectable. Not your run of the line person mind you. He looked to be military though, his clothes signified that. I looked at a small patch, slightly dirty, smuged, but I can just make out what it is.. I couldn't read it. It was too much of a diffrent language. I'll have to find a data terminal and look it up.

"Cleaning Facilities? Oh.. yes. of course," Looking over at one of the walls and then to the otherside of the room, I had a sort of lost expresion in my face, "Umm.. I've never really had to use such. Kalga's organic membranes have been able to keep me clean through all these years, just a moment."

"Kalga... Do you have a place for people to clean up in?"

~Yes, I do. I'm surprised you haven't asked sooner.~ Kalga then spoke to both of us at once. ~You should be able to find something of the sort that you ask here.~ A picture was formed in our minds, showing location, ways of getting there. It was all there in a split secound.

"Thanks Kalga," nodding towards Trustor and the others I headed down to the hanger deck to see about this intruder.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 02, 2003, 05:24:25 pm
Alex yawned widely, and shook himself vigoursly. He winched, as his body ached all over. Once Alex opened his eyes he saw Trustor, his paw outstreched to help him up. Alex nodded at Trustor's suggestion. "Yes. The Avari have to know something. I want to know what's going on".

Alex then smiled at the fuss Trustor was making on his apperance. "Yeah. You could do with a good scrub". Alex then looked at himself. His fur was matted and coated in a thin layer of dirt, and his favourite shirt sodden and torn. "Seems I'm no better off than you, Trustor. We'll get cleaned up now, and ask questions later".
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 23, 2003, 10:22:57 am
Terastas's eyes were blurred, but it was easy enough to determine who was talking to him.  Obviously, the elevator never made any stops on the way down.

"The... The elders," he muttered.  "They... They tried to sheild the Kalga, and... They got attacked instead."  He sat up and squinted painfully, rubbing the back of his head.  "At least that's what I think happened.  As I said before, we are very close to the elders.  Their strength is our strength, and... Apparently so is their pain."  He looked up at Jandar.  "What about you?  Are you okay?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 02, 2003, 06:17:39 pm
Babel watched as more joined the ships motley crew, Some surviours of the attack he had seen others he hadn't a clue who they where. He had re-attaced his arm befor they had slipstreamed, and now as the huge ship had emerged his arm had given the reading of there not only being some sort of station near this ships position. There was something else his arm had scanned the new "intruder" as it where on board. Something seemed familliure about the readings he was getting. Nothing certain but definatly something he had seen befor but where. He watched the ships owner *hehe or is it keeper he thought to himself after all it is alive*  move towards the corridor he had come through when he had first arrived. He decided he had to know .
" HEY HEY " he ran after him " Hey umm god darn it what your name hey " He caught up with the figure just as he reached the corridor entrance.
"Your going to meet the latest addition here"
He turned to face Babel
" I must attend to it and make sure that it is ok and to make it aware of the situation it is in"
" Well ummm this is gonna sound strange but I sort of recognise, hmm how can I say it"
" You arms device has given you details on the intruder yes"
Babel smiled uncomfortably
"yeah thats it in a nut shell well what I want to know is could I accoumpany you. I wont get in your way I promise I just want to see things for myself"
" So what you say " Babel looked at the figure in front of him and waited for a reply.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 02, 2003, 06:24:54 pm
"Well, if you must, follow me. Kalga senced it trying to attack it's nural net. He must be some form of advanced hacker, or computer jocky. If he gets into Kalga's mind, then this person could very well hurt Kalga irreperally. If we are to get there in time, we must hurry."

Looking the bear creature over quickly. I twisted quickly on my heal, and headed down the corridor in a hurried fashion.

"Kalga, if I need to, I'll have to defend myself, I'm sure you will assist right?"

~Of course! I can not idely standby and watch my friend get hurt meaninglesly.~

Of course Babel didn't hear Kalga's reply, which seemed to make the conversation one sided.

"Kalga says that it will help in defense, So just stand back and just watch out."
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 02, 2003, 06:55:54 pm
He could almost feel the connecrtion slipping away from him and it shocked him, could computers do that? it had never happened before.

"Start program 71X, let's crack this egg, I wanna know what's hidding inside."

The program pulsed down his implant and straight int othe wall looking for the neural nets.  Binary flasshed across his eyes, more and more, filling his vision, he seemed to be reading it.

"Damm the encryption on this thing is ridiculous....Run Breaker19."

Another pulse, a worm, it could search far faster than just sticking his implant in random areas.  He oculd feel the connection coming closer, but itwas taking so long, it wasl ike chiping away at concrete, the Binary vanished as the door opened giving him a clear view of the two figures that entered through the doors....

He clikced his tongue in annoyence, he was facinated by this engima that had been presented to him, he couldn't resist it, he had to crack it, he had to leave his programs running, however this would limit his movement.  That owuldn't matter for now though.  Alhtough he hadn't fully healed, it was enough for him to stand, there was a slight shimmer as the health shield disappeared instead they found themselves staring at the wolf like creatures arm.  on the arm there seeemd t obe something twisted around it.  Some sort of...ife form? and it was glowing with a soft light, it looked extremely ominous.

The wolf like creature looked fairly wiry, also (to other wolves perhaps) relatively young, he wore a pair of ripped jeans and a belt, his feet were bear and clawed and his furry chest was lean.  There was no fat on him, just muscle.  One of his arms seemed to be pointing at the wall and extending from it was a silverl ike projection that stuck into Kalga's wall.  

"Take another step and I swear to whatever god you elieve in, you won't be anything more than a smear on that door.

Where the ***** am I? who are you? do you work for any enforcment agencies?"

The computer whispered in his ear as he stared at the two.

"Breaker19...76% complete, neural detection positive, attempting to break encrytiption...It appears to be a very complicated set of instructions it might take a long while."

"Keep going."

The wolf like creature appeared to say to no one in particular.  

"Answer me?"

He said looking at babel and Jadnar.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 02, 2003, 07:27:18 pm
"You will Remove that Immediatly from Kalga. NOW! If you do penetrate into Kalga's mind you will damage it, Causing Kalga to die. Retract, or I will be forced to protect my friend." My voice was both bellowing, deep, and mad. I had no want to hurt this person, but if it ment that he wasn't going to stop, Then Kalga could be hurt, and potentially brain damaged. I will not have that.

"Again, stop your attempts, Or I'll be forced to use action on you. I'm not afraid of you, so don't try and pull anything."

Reaching out to Kalga's mind I could feel it.

I whispered to it with my mind. ~If he resists, I'd recommend a mild shock, enough to nock him out.~

~if I must, I will kill him.~

~It shouldn't come to that.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 02, 2003, 07:34:27 pm
Babal squinted at the newcommer and something deep back in his past started to come forward.
Babel stepped forward past Jadnar.
"I know you look at me " he growled
" I know you for sure"
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 02, 2003, 07:47:54 pm
The next couple of htings happened very quickly.

As babel took a step forwards it seemed that the thing on the lupine like creatures arm moved and the colour of the soft glow of the creature changed, there was no `light show` one second babel was standing there, the next moment he was being lifted of his feet, every nerve in his body being stimulated at once, hyper polarised in an instant.

"Do you think, I'm arsing around here?"

He kept up the front, but since he wasn't at full strength that pulse had taken a lot out of him, the life form using HIS energy to make the pulse possible.  Hooked into Kalga as he was, it was possible for her to sense this, since he htinks that she is merely a ocmputer he doesn't know this hwowever.

"Hurt who? it's a computer, Jeez I've heard of people growing attached to their equipment but actually thinking I'm going to do brain damage to it, that's pretty screwed up."

He was confused, and he didn't know how many pulses he could afford before he lost the energy to do them at all.  What was going on? who were these people? how did that guy know him?

Something flashed in his mind and he was distracted, the programs paused mrere seconds before cracking through prelim encrytption the face had triggered something inside of him.  seering pain went through his mind, he tried to focus on the two figures standing in front of him and told his computer to resume, he had to find out what was going on and what better to explain it than a computer.....
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 02, 2003, 08:04:09 pm
Thankfully, nobody came out in time to see the representative of the Avari people with his tail in the air to welcome them.  It saved him the embarrassment, but it also left a nagging feeling in his mind... No, not a nagging feeling; Avari never got those sort of things.  It was the rest of his people down below searching for answers.

The metallic hatch slid open and Terastas stood up, bewildered by what he saw on the other end.

"Eeew!" he heard the coordinator say.  "They actually fly around in that thing?!  Hey kitten, I wouldn't go in there if I were you; it looks like a rolapin's colon or something!"

Terastas dismissed her comments, though for fear of the uknown, he did take her advice at first, stepping out onto the edge and peering into the interior of the Kalga.

"Hello?" he called out.  "Anybody in here?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 02, 2003, 08:08:23 pm
AHHHHHH DAM that hurt you jerk Babel thought. Ok he put his hand to his nose it was bleeding freely. Babel shakely got to his feet Jadnar was screeming at the wolf  to stop he was hurting the ship. Babel wan't to sure of what he ment by it but figured it wernt good. As the wolf became distracted by Jadnar Babel took his chance.
He manadged to get behind the wolf. Raising his arm he charged him. As soon as the wolf heard him comeing he moved round bringing the strange orb to bear on him again.
But befor he had a chance to use it  Babel touched his arm.
"Not this time pal"
In his head he formed the word discharge 15%
A crackle of energy pulsedtrough his arm and in to the wolf . The wolf grinned
"not good enough" and tried to shake his grip.
"Ok then hows this " in his mind again he form the thought 50% A blue arc of electricity jumped from his hand along the wolf body the jolt knocked the wolf to the floor.
Befor he could move agin Babel placed his hand on him once again.
"Just one more trick and next time you aint getting up wolf boy "
"Now  tell me whoare you??!!!"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 02, 2003, 07:55:07 pm
"It isn't a Computer, You IDIOT! It's A living CREATURE! Organic. Can't you see it? Living Materials, melded with Technology. Technorganic. It has a mind, just like you. If you meld with it, you'll cause damage much like I could with your brain. Stop it now, or Kalga will have to hurt you."
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 02, 2003, 08:22:45 pm
There was far too much happening the first electric shock made him jump shockwaves moving into Kalga as he hurt.  Then the larger charged knocked him flat on his back taking his breath away and quckly unplugging the connection.  the added pain of such a sudden disconnect racked through him and when babel spoke to him, he couldn't open his eyes or even respond, slowly though the real world came back to him.  He heard the question.

"I tell you what."

He said and paused then he shoved Babel as hard as he could managing to get weapon loose from the weight.

"If I'm going down, I won't be the only one....You can tell whoever you work for that if they want information they're going to have to pay for it and if you're enforcers then yo ucan go...."

He paused bristling, his hackles rose and he looked double his actual size.

"can get lost."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 02, 2003, 08:32:24 pm
" I dont have a clue what your talking about buddy, I just ended up on this freeky ship surrounded by these guys after being attacked by an unknown enemy and now im being attacked by you. Which I may ad is annoying after I pulled your butt out and away from those brain butchers and ....... and hey somethings comeing back to me about you" Babel raised his hands slowly " Now look fella your the first familiar thing I have sensed since being hurled in to this mess now I ain't gonna hurt you and blasting me aint gonna do no one no good so lower the gun thingy n well talk now ones gonna be getting killed any time soon ok" Babel back off a bit and outstreached his hands palm up to show he had no weapons " Now I remember you from someplace a prison I think so who are you ?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 02, 2003, 08:37:11 pm
"I am no Enforcer, I work for no one, and i will not get lost. this is my friend that your aboard. This ship, is kalga, Kalga is a living creature. I have been with it for many years now. If you think I'll simply leave, you have another thing coming."

Right now I was both torn between yelling at Babel for his interference in a possibly very risky move. his actions could of damaged Kalga even more then this idiot could of. Those electric shocks could have been transmitted into kalga's nural network. It wouldn't have been pretty.

~Are you alright Kalga?~

~I am fine.... I must sleep. Tired.~ There was nothing more. Kalga will be resting for about a week now.

What am I going to do with this person. He is aperently running, from someone.. Enforcers. Something more to look up.

I felt no remorse to this creature. He tried to hurt Kalga, That's all the proof I needed. I would gladly hand this person over.

"Get up."
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 02, 2003, 08:49:13 pm
The wolf like creature stood up slowly and slightly uneasily, the sudden break in connection had still not fully managed to cure itself.  The bear like creature started talking quickly to him, there was something, but it was distant a prison? had he ever been in a prision? a pain that might have been a knife sliced through his brain and he clutched his head wincing with the pain it passed slowly and he looked up at the other person addressing him.

"My Name is Zairith, I'm an information trafficer, people pay me to get hold of information and then I get it for them.  There are people that odn't like to be....involved with it's aquisition.  I managed to grab something off the station that you've now brought me back to."

HJis voice was not accusatory.

"As for your `friend`."

He patted the wall

"I'm sorry, but it is fascinating, I've never seen something so complicated, I had nearly cracked the puzzle as well, everything was falling into place.  Yeah I didn't really understand what yo uwere talking about, but now it makes sense.  It's to sophisticated to be silicon based I hsould have known that there must be some sort of biologicval components."
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 03, 2003, 11:19:59 am
Terastas's eyes blinked, amazed by the formality with which Trustor spoke.  He was suddenly forgetting much of what he had learned in his centuries of studying at the Monastery.

"Uh... Hi."  He gave a slight wave of greeting, then corrected his mistake and bowed his head as the Avari did with true respect.  "It is an honor to meet you, both of you.  As for your questions... I know not if I have the answers, but..."

He stopped talking when Jandar, obviously the captain by his demeanor, came into sight.  He stepped back hesitantly, not wanting to cause trouble for someone that had already dealt with enough.

"Perhaps this is not a good time," he said as he stepped back.  "Though on behalf of the Avari, you are all welcome to our planet of Eravia."  He bowed farewell and began to walk backwards.  "The docking station's gravity is difficult to adjust to, so I will be waiting for you at the end of the Dock 4 runway.  I will explain all that I can there."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 03, 2003, 04:21:41 am
Trustor’s ears perked as he heard a voice around the corner say “Hello? Anybody there?”  Turning his head he saw a tiger peeking in.  This must be the Avari Kalga and Jadnar had mentioned.  Trustor had hoped to be in better presentation before representing his clan.  But that would need to wait.  Karathian protocol was to show competence, pride, and the upmost respect to any non-agressive race especially new contacts.  

Trustor turned and faced the tiger.  Standing tall Trustor acknowledged the new comer with a warm smile, “Well met good Avari.”  “I’m sure the captain would of wished to meet you.” “ But he was called on account of one of the passengers I believe.” Trustor nodded his head respectfully, “Myself I am Trustor Karathian Medic/Surgeon, A-11 sub-b reg code 66212.”, Trustor continued, “I must apologize if my appearance is too disrespectful.  It is a result of recent combat and there has been little time to make oneself respectfully presentable.  But regardless I do wish to give my sincere thanks to you and your people for our timely rescue.”  Trustor turned to Alex, “This here is my friend Alex, he saved my life.” Trustor continued talking to the Avari, “I’m sure the captain will return soon.  But when you have some time we both have some questions we would hope you could answer?”
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 03, 2003, 06:36:50 am
*the little cat bat girl curled up in her seat at the commotion around the ship, she seemed so dominant when she came out the ship now nothing but a child*

what now?
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 03, 2003, 08:17:59 am
Glaring at the wolf, his explanations were doing nothing to calm my nerves... I wanted to break his neck right here and now, finish the job, and chuck him out the nearest orafice.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, then another, letting it flow out of my nose, as I relaxed myself, unclenching my fists. I musen't let my emotions get to me. I've learned that lesson too many times.

Opening my eyes, I was once again nearly clenching my fists again when I saw the wolf again. Catching myself I relaxed them, another deep breath. This was taking more self control then it really needed.

With a calm voice I spoke, "Have you ever heard the saying, that curiosity killed the Catathin? This ship may be more advanced then anything you have seen, but the puzzel pieces could very well have destroyed the puzzel it's self and the solver. Kalga is ancient. Far more ancient then some of the worlds. It knows more then any of us could dream of, but it is still vunerable. It can still feel pain, it can still be hurt. Kalga and I only know of one other like it, We met it, face to face, a free floater, without a companion. We don't know if there are others out there, Kalga could very well be the last of it's kind. Kalga, is living, thinking, breathing, consuming creature. I requires what we require. In fact, it has just fallen asleep, it won't wake for another week. Mean while, I have to figure out what to do with you, the people that Kalga and I managed to rescue, and what to do with this new menace that had caused Kalga it's self to FEAR!

I don't care what you do, what your name is, what it is that you want. I don't want to see you again, Your a menace to Kalga, and to myself. First impressions stick. I'm not about to trust you again."

With that I turned around, and walked back up the corridor again. With Kalga asleep it's nural pathways were dorment, this.... hacker wouldn't be able to access it even if he wanted to. And this Babel.... he looks like he can handle him. Any longer there, and I'd throw him in the ceiling and use one of the damaged ships to impale him with. It is a wonder I didn't use telekinetics on him.

I reached the command bridge, finally. I saw the similar talking to a new person. It must of been an Avari. I wasn't one for first contacts, and when I'm mad, I'm mad. I wasn't going to wait, nor was I going to be kind.

"Now why is it that I saved a bunch of people That I don't know and potentially putting risk to Kalga? What the Vphak Going on around here." I had both fire in my eyes, and fists clenched once agian. I'm not happy.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 03, 2003, 05:18:37 pm
Alex stood, and watched as the others left to see to a problem. Where's everyone going he thought to himself.

At that exact moment a new voice graced his ears. He looked to the hatch to see a young tiger in the entryway. Trustor quickly jumped in, and cordialy introduced both himself, and Alex to the new face. Alex just stood and waved.

"Definately not what I was expecting", he said to Trustor. "From what I've read I thought the Avari would be something special, but they look...well normal".

Alex heard heavy footsteps headed towards them from one of the corridors. It was Jadnar and it looked like he was on the warpath, something had seriously ticked him off. He demanded what was going on. Alex decided to step in and update what he had missed.

"Uhh..well one of the Avari stopped by and says welcome to Eravia. He also said something 'bout bad gravity, and you look miffed what the hell was going on back there? Never mind I'm going for a shower. You coming Trustor?" He didn't wait for an answer, as he ran on ahead.




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 03, 2003, 06:10:41 pm
Trustor tilted his head with a friendly smile as he tried to best read the social constructs of the new Avari visitor.  “Uh... Hi.”, the Avari spoke in a friendly less formal and friendly manner.  Trustor began wagging his tail to try and match the Avari’s demeanor then quickly corrected himself with a return bow at the Avari’s change in posture.

Trustor smiled.  The individual seemed a little bit nervous but seemed to be a nice enough fellow.  “Thank you again Avari.”, he continued, “I see the captain has returned.”  Trustor nodded speaking to the Avari as the cat was leaving, “I will endeavor to hurry so as not to keep you waiting to long.”

Trustor tilted his head to Alex at the wolf’s reply speaking, “Appearances are often mistaken for ability.”  Trustor thought continuing to speak, “To often we trust our sight.”
       
Trustor turned to Jadnar a little surprised by the very intensity of the equines demeanor.  Trustor’s ears went to the sides not sure of Jadnar’s reactions dictated non-interaction.  Karathian protocol was strict discipline to ranking officers and even though Jadnar was not Karathian his actions/position did dictate Trustor felt deserved authority.

Trustor addressed Jadnar in a plain, clear, and informative tone as if speaking to one of his officers he had done so many times before, “During the time of your interaction with the new visitor the Avari have sent greetings and welcomes the Kalga’s crew to the planet Eravia.”, he continued, “The ambassador currently waits for us at the end of Dock 4.”  Trustor nodded to Jadnar as he watched Alex take off, “If there are no requests or orders I shall proceed post haste at Kalga’s directions with Alex and any others who wish to follow to quickly clean and prepare before we offload vessel Sir.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 03, 2003, 07:34:56 pm
The information in the multipul forms was slightly overwhelming and caught me off guard.

Trustor's form of communication was what really caught me off guard. His voice... the way he acted, was as if he was talking to a supiriour. I've watched enough of those cheezy holovids to know something was clicking in that canine's head... something tells me this wasn't going to be working the way I had it in mind.

Interaction with the new comer... I'll show them interaction...

Taking a deep breath, I answered in as much of a steady voice as I could manage, "Fist, I am not a captain. I am a friend, to kalga, I do not own this ship, I do not order it, I only agree with it.

With that in mind, I do not give orders, nor requests. Only what is allowed. Kalga makes sure of that, by closeing up entrences and corridors, restricting access. At the moment, there isn't much you can go to. Kalga is sleeping and will be sleeping for at least a week, which means I'm stuck here.

Secoundly, Ambassador? That was an ambassador? Damn... So much for first contacts. I wish Kalga had given me a picture of these people. I'll go out and meet it then. Go and do what ever it is you need to do. Just... don't hurt Kalga."

With all that said, I headed down the tunnel towards where the Avari apperently headed.

I saw the brightly lit station entrence ahead, Though not before I got to it, Me feet were swept out from under me, causing me to flip and nearly roll down the rest of the ramp. Using a bit of telekinetics, I was able to stop my roll and nearly float back to my feet. Face to face with the Avari.

Taking a few steps back, I bowed with as much elegance as I could afford given my outburst, and awkward entrence.

"Please forgive me for my reaction to your apperence. I had some nasty bussiness that I had to contend with which had much to do with the very life of my Friend...Kalga."




Title: The Game
Post by: on July 04, 2003, 02:01:08 pm
Terastas smiled and waved back to Trustor as he walked backwards, now feeling a little more at ease.  "It is no problem.  Take all the time that is required."

Time was hardly an issue for him.  Like all Avari, he had spent a few hundred years doing nothing but meditating.  As a result, they are not impatient or bored easily.

He backed up against the wall to get out of Jandar's way during his unusal exit.  He offered Jandar a hand getting up, then retracted it when he saw he was capable himself.  

"It... It is not a problem," said Terastas, a little troubled by Jandar's formality, but still returning the bow.  "Stress would be expected even of the elders under such circumstances.  And you need not be so formal with me.  I was chosen to welcome you by my people only because I had the shortest distance to travel here."  He took a few steps back.  "If there is anything the Avari can do for you, you need only-"

He stopped talking when he stepped on the rotator... While walking backwards.  

Vrrrrrr-CHK!

This time he went quite airborne, appearing to Jandar as if launched off the side of a cliff.  He landed flat on his back in the station's gravity, looking up at the elevator, upside-down by his perspective.

"Wow!" the coordinator laughed.  "Hey Terry, do cats ever land on their feet?!"

Terry sighed and stood back up.  "As you can see, the station's use of artificial gravity is a little bit distorted," he explained to Jandar.  "That bar I just stepped on is called a rotator.  If you step on it, you will be locked onto its gravity, then rotated to coordinate with the station's.  Its a fast process though, so don't let it catch you off guard."
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 04, 2003, 02:54:11 pm
Quirking my eyebrow I looked at the rotator. It looked simple enough, and seeing it in action, I figured I could do the same thing, without having to go through the trouble of having to catch myself.

Lifting myself up from the ground on my own, I slowly pushed myself foward, then feeling the change in the gravity pull, I turned myself, letting one foot touch down, then the other. Now reorientated to the station's gravity, I didn't have to worry about falling about.

"For a set of people whom have great power, I'm surprised you haven't learned telekinetics, I would think they'd be very useful in situations such as this."

Looking about the room, I spied the coordinator, whom appeared to be the only other person in here. Nodding I spoke towards her, "Thank you for guiding us in here. Unfortunatly Kalga has just fallen asleep and won't be able to respond to anything. It's going to be asleep for about a week, which means your docking port here, is going to be plugged up with the biomass till Kalga is done resting. If this causes any sort of problums, I would be willing to reciprocate with whatever I can offer to you."

After talking to the Coordinator, I turned back to the Avari, "Information on the Kal'tak Would be greatly appreciated. From what I have seen of it, The race is quite powerful. Kalga's reaction to it wasn't too good in it's self. I have a feeling that The Kal'tak's presence will not hault at the Relpine sector either, which means more worlds, and more stations are going to be at risk. They are new here, and we have absolutly no clue about them. Except that they have exceptionaly strong psycic abilities, as shown in Kalga, and various other telepaths.
I hate to say it, but even with your Race the Kal'tak may very well be very powerful."
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 04, 2003, 11:50:05 pm
Terastas marveled as Jandar pretty much hovered through the altering feilds of gravity.  What he said troubled him though.  Why did these people believe the Avari possessed great power?

"I... We really have no power at all," said Terastas, looking down at his footpaws as he spoke.  "Only what the elders provide us with."

Meanwhile, the coordinator was staring at the window at the Kalga.  Somehow the way Jandar had phrased it had lead her to believe Kalga was on his way in.  She said nothing, but the look in her eyes pretty much said what would be on anyone's mind if they suggested such.

"I couldn't tell you much about the Kal'Tak either though."  He shrugged.  "I felt a great disturbance while I was meditating, so I prayed with the rest of my people to guide those in need of aide to the safety of Eravia."  He closed his eyes with a sigh.  "That's all I can tell you..."

He took a deep breath, then straightened up and met Jandar's eyes.  "Of course, you and your crewmen are more than welcome to return with me back to the Monastery, should the elders permit it, which I am sure they will.  There are many more Avari that know so much more of the world than I do.  If they cannot answer your questions, then I will pray for answers for as long as your companion must rest."  He bowed his head.  "Avari's honor to my word."

He turned away from Jandar, padded away a few steps, and whispered to himself:

"Kieta sa amtan..."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 05, 2003, 02:52:27 am
Trustor’s ears twitched sideways a little taken aback from Jadnar’s annoyance at his understanding.  Hurt the Kalga?, Trustor thought felt almost insulting.   Trustor paused and nodded with a sincere smile to Jadnar.  Trustor knew this day had been very very hard for more than just him and it was his responsibility to not make it worse.  “Understood Jadnar friend of Kalga.”, Trustor spoke, “I am grateful to you both and I will be very careful not to injure your dear friend.”

Trustor watched Jadnar leave then rushed to catch up with Alex.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 05, 2003, 08:53:43 am
Sighing, I slowly looked over the insides of the station. It wasn't much, I admit. I've seen more complex stations in my time. The effiency in their artifical gravity was astonishingly low. It is a wonder that they haven't revamped the whole thing and start from scratch.

"No power? I've known no other race that can create a slipstream, I've known no other race that can protect their planet from a simple prayer. Your use of the way is far more disiplined, far more advanced then any race that I have ever seen."

My eyes then met with the coordinator, looking out at the mass of the Kalga. She looked troubled in more ways then one. I'll have to talk to her, not many understand Kalga as I have grown to over the years.

"The Kal'tak are very well not part of this galaxy. Kalga said it its self. I just wonder how they got here, and why.

I may very well take you up on your offer, after that you get permission from your elders. I have no wish to tresspass upon lands of which I'm am unwelcomed. The answers will come, be it from here, or from other places. Until then, a great deal of caution must be taken." Bowing my head back towards the Avari, I made my way to the controller.

"By the look on your face, you must have many questions as to what, who and why Kalga is. Correct?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 27, 2003, 07:52:15 am
I looked over the tavern of sorts as I walked towards it. The windows shown brightly with the light from within, shadows of people moving around inside. Well, if there is some sort of game going on inside, there doesn't seem to be that much movment... that's if the game involves punches.

Quickning my pace I readied my mind to try to see if I could hold anyone in place before anything else happened. Though how long I would be able to hold them, I wasn't sure, quite tired.

I placed my hand on the door handle, then taking a deep breath, I whipped it open. Quickly looking over the room, I saw a few people with mean looks on their faces, our small mob, and a few what looked to be bystanders. No one looked poised to do damage to anyone, so I relaxed my mind, though still holding a bit of energy in reserve incase I needed it. I held the door open for Vernon.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 05, 2003, 05:44:09 pm
Alex stood within a lukewarm turrent of water. He sighed loosening up. It felt good to be clean again.

"Serifa...Repine both of them are gone. Now we're stranded here on Eravia for about a week. I've never been this far from home before"
Alex smiled "At least I'll be able to take in some foreign culture for once".

A sudden noise startled him. "Who's there...Trustor that you?" No reply came. He then laughed at himself for being so on edge, but turned his back to the entrance all the same.




Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 05, 2003, 09:30:46 pm
OOC: hey all.
My characters name is Gorbin, but first some histroy and theator.

IC:The Humaphytes are known only as farie tales to the oldest known races of this and other Galaxies. Farie tales of old trees telling stories about the Galaxy when it was quiet, and empty.
 No one has heard a tree talk in over 2000 Mehraks.
Today that will change, for Mahra the world of the Humaphytes is about to re-enter the Space Ways.
  
 Come this way I have something to show you. See that planet, the dark green one over there. The one with white caps. You see now, good. Come closer see now that it has no ocean. That every foot of land is covered in forest, even the tops of mountains. Can you see how on the mountain top trees live covered in frost year round. Yes? Good.  Come I have more to show you, see that valley shrouded to mist. Go under the tree tops, look around. It looks like any forest on any planet, right? Wrong, take a closer look, can you see how it all looks like the work of a master gardener. Good, your paying attention. What’s that? You hear something, that is something you would not hear in a normal forest. I hear it to. Let’s go fined it. Oops did you hit you foot on something, yes you hit a railing. What is railing doing sooo far up here, well you got to have something for safety. Come on lets go. There see it. That meadow, with wind blowing threw the grass. That is where the Thumping is coming from. The sound is deafening, as you get closer you see, its not gress blowing in the wind, but people. Green people, there must be 100,000 of them. Green people with 4 arms, of all shapes, and sizes. Green people with big eyes, big ears, and big feet. Dancing to a tribals beat, that is so powerful, so strong the leaves hundreds of feet above bounce to the beat.
 Off to the side you can behold a most strange sight. A tree 50 ft. tall, with a face. This tree is smiling, and swaying in time with the beat. With a jurk it stops, as if listening.
  BE STILL!
Bellows Jurpitem the Pre-elder. Children it is time, very soon we will be apart of the Grate Spider Web again. Drummers, Dancers, People all. Let the message be sent The Humaphyte are back. With that the music starts again, somehow even louder.

Some History:
Mahra was dying of old age with no hopes of it living again. The Humapytes created a machine that could revive the planet, and make it young again. They were successful, but during that time, the planet's way connection had to be... 're-newd' , which took 2 thousand merheks for The Way (Magic)
to be strong enough to reconnect Mahra to the Space ways.
A unseen consequence was the death of every Humaphyte under the age of 990 mehraks and Rooters over 50 Mh. With only a handful of Pre-elders who could talk to the Elders, the Humaphytes have lost a lot.
  You see Humaphytes have already exsplored this and many other Galaxys, a long time ago. There are very old Elders on worlds throwout the Galaxy, just nobody recognizes them.




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 06, 2003, 03:08:30 am
Trustor took off his pack and slung it over his shoulder as he walked down the hall following the directions Kalga had given him.  It was quiet for the first time in a while.  The dog felt a sort of decompression of relief and unsettled emptiness as he walked down the hall and he wondered how long it would last.  

There was the sounds of splashing up ahead and Trustor smiled.  “Ahh, Alex found the baths already!”, he thought.  Trustor picked up some speed and turned the corner.  It was a room with several large water filled basins.  Trustor noticed Alex already comfortable in a basin and spoke up, “Hey good find!”  “So how’s the water?”  Trustor’s tail wagged as he got a awny silly grin.  “One sure way to find out I suspect....”, Trustor said as he chucked off his clothes.  Taking a couple steps Trustor leaped into the basin next to Alex.  “Cannon Ball!!”, he shouted as Trustor sent a wave splashing over towards Alex.  Trustor came up laughing.  “Oh my poor belly!”, Trustor chuckled holding his stomach, “That could of been a bit better.”  He leaned back against his basin and breathed out a sigh of relief.  Stretching out his arms Trustor closed his eyes feeling the water run down the wet fur of his face.  “If only it could last... but it feels good now.”, Trustor smiled talking over at Alex.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 06, 2003, 05:45:40 am
Alex ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. This time someone was coming down the corridor. Within minutes there stood Trustor inspecting the room. "You made it. Come on in. It's pretty warm".

Just as Alex answered his question, Trustor lept in, and Alex was engulfed by a huge tidal wave of bathwater. Once Alex had resurfaced, Trustor was laughing heartliy. Alex was stifling his own laughter, but suddenly began laughing as well. "A perfect bellyflop", he snickered.

Alex sighed deeply, and sank slightly into the basin. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Good things never seem to last very long".
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 06, 2003, 07:34:44 am
The coordinator took one look out the window at the Kalga, pondering over that question.

"You know... If its okay with you, I think I'd rather just leave that to mystery."  She looked out the window again.  "Er... Besides sleep, does it need, like, fuel or anything?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 06, 2003, 08:24:46 am
"Mmm.. It takes in food as by it's own definition. It 'eats' various materials from space as it moves through it, hydrogen, dust particals, it even uses the electromagnetic feilds from planets and stars. I'm not sure how Kalga proccesses it, but it takes in the items quite. It doesn't seem to have prefrence or anything. Everynow and then if we pass through an astroid belt it would actually consume the astroids instead of going through them, I think that is where much of it's mass comes from. Nebulas are fine as well, though it's not as thick as it would like." Shrugging I gazed out the window at Kalga as well. Some would consider it ugly, and quite disgusting, but personally I find it beutiful. A one of a kind vessel, besides it's counterpart as we had encountered long ago. I wonder how well it is doing now.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 06, 2003, 08:49:03 am
Also, while I'm thinking about it, I did a model of Kalga a bit ago, only now have I gotten the ambition to get it rendered and put into a nice picture ^_^ Well, here are some renderings of Kalga. By, Me!

www.wolfvern.furtopia.org/nwf2/kalga.jpg
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 06, 2003, 12:58:52 pm
Neither Terastas nor the coordinator had conisdered the Kalga ugly.  It was just so unusual compared to the small metallic transports that typically only brought fuel or an occassional hippie hoping to pick up a softcover version of the Avari's teachings ('become one with the universe in 30 days or less guaranteed!' was a common joke about them).  To say the Kalga was unique would be an understatement.

The coordinator took all of this in, though might have appeared to be nodding off.  "So it just has to stay here a week?"  She shrugged.  "Okay, we can do that."  She looked over at Terastas, still keeping his back to them as he tried to concentrate.  "It certainly is an interesting ship, aint' it Terry?  Might make for an interesting <I>lesandria</I>, don't you think?"

Terry looked up and turned toward her.  "First of all, I am not called Terry.  I am Terastas of the Monastery and I..."  He paused, eyes blinking.  "My lesandria?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 06, 2003, 01:59:01 pm
Terastas, that's his name. I'll have to keep that for later use. At the mention of a lesandria I quickly looked towards Terastas for the defention of it from his reaction, but it had appeared he didn't seem to know it either.

I then looked back at the coordinator, hopeing that she'd elaborate on her statment. Could of been anything from presteige, to something... It sounded familer though.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 07, 2003, 02:43:53 am
Trustor kept his eyes closed as he listened to Alex and spoke,  “Yeah, change is true.” He continued, “You know I can’t say I’ve experienced a whole lot of it, living you know.”  

“But I think living is like being a lighting bug.”, Trustor said with a grin. “Like a chance in the night.”, “Sometimes a little longer sometimes shorter.”, “Each one a miracle because it has a chance to glow.”, Trustor said sinking into the tub a little and closing his eyes to feel the water.
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 07, 2003, 08:32:38 am
Zairith lay there thinking, the face of this bear looked extremely familiar.  It was mkaing him uncomfortable.  More uncomfortable then he had felt for a very long time.  

It seemed that everything was going wrong.  He was back on the station he had just stolen his most recent piece of information from, he hwas face to face with someone who obviously recognised him and was bringing back something that, since he couldn't remember, Zairith would obviously rather forget.  He had just found the most incredible ship ever and he had been told he couldn't try to tap into it, and thati was sleeping? whatever that menat.  His ship had blown up, the ship he had been on had blown up, all in all it was turning out to be a very very bad day.  The shock from the bear's arm had not been pleasent either.  He was usually so good at these things and now he was just getting everything wrong.

"Look, I don't know who you are, just...get off."

He didn't know what it was, whether he just caught the bear off balance or the bear hadn't been concentrating for a second, but what happened shouldn't have happened.  He managed to move the bear enough so that he oculd roll out and stand, with that, he didn't even look back he just ran out of the hanger, through the door and watched as it closed behind him.  He stood there for am oment, wondering what the hell he was oging to do now, there was no ship, they were docked at a station and he'd already annoyed (he oculd htink of a nother word for hit but he wasn't going to voice it incase the ship wasl istening) He looked behind him at the large solid oor and decided that it would be a good idea not to be there when the bear came through it, juust in case.  He picked a corridor and ran, if there was anything he was good at running at become it.  His ears twitched this way and that and his muzzle flooded with the scents of the ship, the metal, the sweat and the scent of the one who had just been in the hanger, he followed it, if he had gone this way then it must lead to somewhere important.  Well that was his reasoning, not fantastic perhaps, but hey, he was having a bad day, why stop now.

He took a turn and ended up in....What was this place? it looked like the hub of the ship, the ocmmand centre.  ONly he didn't have a clue as to the controls, there didn't seem to be many and he was reluctant to start plugging himself int othe computers incase he was told that he was hurting the guy's friend again.  So he just stood there looking around.  The ships 'friend's' scent seemed to leave this room and go towards....somewhere.  

((Sorry if I didn't include the people that are in the command centre, I'm not sure where everyone is.  So if yiou are in the CC then I'm sorry :))
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 07, 2003, 02:31:28 pm
The coordinator kept looking back and forth from Jandar and Terastas, waiting for one of them to speak.

"What?" she finally asked Terastas.  "That's why you're here, isn't it?  To enlist with the first ship that came into port?"

"Well... Yes, but..."  Terastas exhaled, shaking his head from side to side.  "A lesandria is a spiritual journey that an Avari must take in order to put all he has learned to the test.  We are a peaceful race, the Avari.  All these hundreds of years, I have meditated on nothing but the nature of peace and prosperity."  He looked out the window at the Kalga.  "But the Kalga is going to war, isn't it?  And I can't fight; all they trained me at the Monastary to do is dodge, disarm, and run."  He shook his head.  "It would be against everything we stand for.  And even so, what use would I be?"

The coordinator shrugged.  "Don't know.  I just figured your lesandria and the floating captain's mission here were pretty muc the same thing: A quest for peace.  And who knows.  A race of evil aliens plowing through the universe causing mayham wherever they go?  If there's even a slight chance that you could get them to drop their guns and hug somebody, wouldn't that be a lesandria you couldn't resist?"

Terastas's eyes blinked, then looked over at Jandar.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 07, 2003, 02:52:11 pm
War? Is that what they were already calling it? How long will this last?

"I'm not a captain. Just Friends with Kalga. We agree on where we go, there is no commanding. We are partners, not military drones. Our quest is peaceful as well.

The Kal'tak are something to just dodge and disarm. No. They are far too powerful for that. If you simply run, they'll destroy your world. You can listen to the space ways,  just as Kalga can. You felt the distrubence. Their ways also attack the spaceways, not just the planets that make it. They can attack the mind, push into it, destroy you from the inside out. That is something you can not hide from, that is nothing you can dodge. I can't imagine that a race like yours can stand by idley while the worlds around them fall. What will happen when your world is the only one? You can't defend against metal, you can't fight against them, their minds are too powerful.

Kalga can't fight on it's own. The Kal'tak are already exploiting the fact that non of the clusters are unified, that not even groups of clusters are working together. Each one is isolated from the rest. For that fact, they have already done much damage in the Relpine sector. If you would join us, not only would we have another person, but another eye on the spaceways. If you don't, I can understand. There are many other races out there.

But we must first learn about the Kal'tak. We know nothing. Muchless their reasons for penetrating into our galaxy. For that reason I don't plan on fighting just yet, to fight without reason, nor rhym will not help anyone."
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 07, 2003, 03:57:55 pm
*gets off her seat and goes for a wander round Kalga (or wherever) finding the boys in the water leans on the door frame* is there a lil girls room around here *her demeanour back to that of her occupation*
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 07, 2003, 05:19:45 pm
Alex dived down and resurfaced. He listened to Trustor before adding his own opinion.

"Life can be a lot of things", he replied. "It can be something to learn from. Some lessons are easy and some are hard, but you remember them. Or perhaps we're put in the universe cause we have a purpose here. If that's the case I'm still looking for it".

He splashed water up onto his face before turning back to Trustor. "What about you Trustor? Have you any idea what you're purpose is?"

As Alex turned to face the entrance Alex froze. The girl they had picked up was now standing there. "The...little girls room? I think this is it", he responded shyly.




Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 07, 2003, 06:04:05 pm
*her arms crossed across her chest she wears leather trousers and a black crop top. over her trousers are a pair of knee lenth biker type boots. buckled up. her wings folded back ruffle slightly and her ears twitch. her fur is pinkish in tinge her eyes large rimmed in black and slightly pinkish too. *

oh.. *walks in a little further looking around then inspects her bruises in the mirror sighing slightly to herself *


(this is my tat in a more human looking form... Jules looks a little like Ami (tat girl) except younger and more child like at times http://www.geocities.com/succupuss/w2003-04-bagpussgirl.jpg )




Title: The Game
Post by: on July 07, 2003, 09:54:10 pm
The coordinator got a real thrill when Jandar said: "Our quest is peaceful is well," floating up to Terastas's shoulder and poking it shouting: "See?  This is perfect!"

Terastas, on the other hand, was listening to Jandar's description of the Kalga with wide unblinking eyes.  It was true that the Avari could not look kindly upon those that resorted to weapons, nor did the elders that empowered them.  They had allowed themselves to be exiled from their home world for that very reason.  But those had been corporate troops that cared only for the planet's uranium deposits (and later to make theme parks of the Shrine and Monastery).  But a force which knew only destruction moving to anihilate all life on every planet...

No.  If the Avari permitted the Kal'Tak to continue, the elders would ensure that they were the first to go.

"Then with yours and the Kalga's permission, I will lend my abilities to your cause," said Terastas with a bow.  "I shall return to the Monastery to instruct my superiors of our situation.  Then, if they will permit it... I shall see if the elders will grant me knowledge that may serve better for the task at hand."
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 08, 2003, 06:56:41 am
"You have my perrmission, I'm sure that Kalga would not mind either. It has a great amount of fondness towards your race, to have one aboard it, I think would only increase it's fondness and perhaps moral."

Smiling I bowed my head back, "I hope you have good luck receiving what you need."

Turning back to The coordinator I have her a bit of a small smile, "We'll be leaving as soon as Kalga wakes. It would seem that we are getting pressed with time, with Kalga sleeping for at least a week, that is a great amount of time lost to us. But it'll also allow us to prepare.

Is it possible that we can have several asteroids brought here? Kalga is going to need energy for it's trip, and possibly other trips. If it is possible to have them about 1/30th of Kalga's size that would be great. It has problums consuming anything greater. I'm figuring refueling is part of this station's duty correct? I guess this could be considered the same, just a diffrent medium. Also.... I know this is asking alot, but do you have any sort of Elctromagnetic emiters? It might serve as another food source, as well as being another tatical advantage. I'm not sure if it would prove useful for the latter, but the former it may do well.

I know I ask alot. Specially to a port as small as this. But with the Kal'tak out there, I can't really afford to waste much time. Too much can happen in an hour."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 08, 2003, 07:01:11 pm
Trustor listened to Alex’s explanation weighing in the wolf’s words in thought, “Purpose can be a fleeting thing.”  Trustor reflected back, “I’ve always in the past had a set purpose.”, “I was manufactured in the Karath cluster as a BEFU “Biological Engineered Field Unit”built to heal and support other units and humans.”, “Karath is a cluster with immense wealth.”, “They have spared no expense in maintaining the empires power, control, and security.”

Trustor turned to show his serial number along his upper left back, “BEFUs are built for efficiently of task.” “With a full energy pack I’ve reattached and healed back to combat functionality a severed limb in 7 seconds.”  “But I’m a test version “b” re-keyed to dampen and tap the discovered energy form called WAY.”  “I mal-functioned to that end and we were abandoned.”  “Now I’m here just waiting  my expiry date.”  

Trustor looked down at the watter in thought some worry in his expression, “Most all my memories are only to preform my services to Karath.”  “Though I have no knowledge or understanding on “LIFE” or be alive without Karath control.” “BEFU’s do not get that info.” “So I am lost.”  “I find myself repeating what I used to do.. supporting.”  “I suppose I will keep doing that until I figure out what life really means and if I exist as a part of it?”

Trustor turned his head to see a bat female that had just caught Alex’s attention.  Alex spoke in return to her.  The tone in the wolf’s voice had picked up a higher pitch answering her question, his reactions rigid, and his pupils more dilated.  The bat like female then reacted in return by looking at herself and making soft toned noises of distress perhaps calling.  Trustor got a curious look and turned to Alex, “Is this a copulation ritual?”.  Trustor thought remembering the lessons in species behavior on other cultures continuing, “On Karath matings are allowed and a frequent way to bond  between packs.”  He continued, “But those are always a request followed by a plain acceptance or denial.”  Looking at his watch Trustor looked a little disappointed, “I’d like to study this in detail Alex but we are due soon to meet the Avari on the docking platform.”
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 08, 2003, 09:08:58 pm
Terastas smiled admirably.  "Thank you."  He bowed his head.  "It would be an honor."

The coordinator shrugged at Jandar's questions.  "Asteroids?  Well... Being an environmental reserve, we don't have much industry... Although the asteroid belt isn't that far off; we could probably send out a call to the mercenaries that come in once or twice a week to pick a few up if you want.  As for electromagnetic emiters..."

"The Monastery can supply them," said Terastas.

The coordinator double-taked.  "Where?!"

"Some of the transports on which the Avari were exiled to Eravia on were equipped with them," said Terastas.  "We've kept them maintained all these merhaks as a memorial of our old home.  Though... That was a long time ago."

"Even by Avari standards?" asked the coordinator.

Terastas nodded.  "It was before I was born, yes.  I'm not sure how far technology has developed since then, but they might still suffice."  He stepped on to the elevator but held the doors open for a moment.  "I could take you directly to the landing sites if you want.  Its only a short walk from the landing station."  He smiled.  "And I'm not speaking in Avari terms this time."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 09, 2003, 04:00:06 am
OOC: Just a little more theater. I can't help myself, its just so much fun. Don't worry Gorbin is comming into game play soon.
 :blush:


IC: In a shadow filled room, faint thumps can be herd.

*smak*<Blusam> watch where your going. Om, sorry Gorbin.
Well just don't step on my foot again. OK.
~wishper~ Gorbin why did you ask him to come? He hasn’t been the same since he got hit by lightning, besides he should have re-rooted two seasons ago.
~wishper~ Fessan he's here to lift the heavy stuff, so shut up.

Into a shaft of light walks a Huma ten feet tall, with ears touching the roof. Down one side of his head is a streak of yellow grass. He looks in to the dark "Gorbin is this it?"
 Yes, Blusim it is. Can you get the log out of the way?
Om, Ok.
 As Blusim gives a mighty grunt, into the light walks Fessan 4'10", and sporting a grin.
Gor: Fes if your not going to do anything at least get out of the way. As he loses the grin Fesan says, "You know we should be at festival"
Gor: Well were not, and its the same every year.
Fes: ya but...
Blu: I like the dance.
Fes: see we could be having fun.
Gor: this is the only time we can get in here without anybody seeing us.
Blu: My head hurts.
Gor: ~ pats him on the thigh ~ Blusim that’s, good it means your getting more of you old mind back.
 ~ Flashback ~ Blusim speaking to a small group. ~he stomps a foot ~ we have got to know where we came from, we can't be afraid of the Old Ways.

Gor: Blu put this key slug on top of the door.
 As Blu goes out of sight, you see a Huma 5'6" with 4 arms, broad shoulders and ears that would remind some of a Kit Fox's. Over sized gray eyes with flecks of blue and red, that look out of the face of a green leopard cub. The body is covered in thin (fur like) grass in three shades of green. The only article of clothing on any of them is arm and leg bands, elaborately made with leather. Poking out of the grassy fur is yellow button sized mushrooms covered in red spots, growing in eye caching patterns. As he steps up to the door one could see wide feet with three toes, two in front, and one in the back.
Gor: Blu, give it a squeeze at the base. No, not that hard. Good.
Fes: Gorbin you think it will happen this Mehrak?
Blu: Gor, the doors waking up.
Gor: I don’t know kid…. Grait, thank the world tree its not dead.
~ All three thump their left foot. ~
Gorbin takes out what looks like a gofer with no legs, and a long tail. With the puffer in hand he presents it to a small vent by the door. Fick, combo 65-2. Fick inhales holds it then exhales into the vent. As Gor. tries to get the right sent. Fessan is quickly getting bored with all of this (He’s only 37 Mh.), so he starts to explore this shadow filled cavern. He can almost see this place the way Gorbin sees it, as a way station to the Grate Spider Web.

---------------------
 All over the world in valleys big and small, The Dance is growing. Growing deeper in to the roots of the world. Then something happens that only the Elder trees can see. The Way of the world is waking up.
Suddenly there is a new beat in The Dance and without a thought all the Drummers beat in syncopation to the world beat.




Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 09, 2003, 06:01:07 am
*hears the other talk of mating rituals and frowns slightly* beg your pardon? *fixes her hair and washes some of the dirt off her face and arms*
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 09, 2003, 07:16:14 am
"Very well then. If we can pick it up now, that would be great. I figure I could bring it up myself, even if it is too big. I could try and bring it up via telekinetics, though I'm figuring it's a bit of a long haul.

Alright then. It's been awhile since I've been planet side anyways. If the fresh air doesn't kill me, I'm guessing that whatever insects you have on your world will. One of the reasons I don't make much visits planet side, for some reason my race's blood is sweet." Grumbling a bit I move over to the elevator, before entering I turn around to the coordinator.

"Thanks very much for your help, and tolerence. This is all quite on the fly, and Like I said if any sort of compensation is needed, I'll gladly try and provide." I then stepped into the Elevator with the Avari called Terastas of the Monastery.
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 09, 2003, 10:51:32 am
The elevator doors shut and the elevator began its long descent back to the planet.

"I'm not sure how fresh air could be a problem," said Terastas, "but I wouldn't worry about the insect problem.  There aren't any parasites on Eravia... Though if you see a beetle about the size of the coordinator with brown and black stripes on its back, don't go near it.  I don't know what they do, but I'm sure the humans call them Bombadier Beetles for a reason."
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 09, 2003, 02:31:08 pm
Bombadier Beetles? This place sounds scary already.

"The fresh air could kill me due to the fact that I've been breathing reproccessed air for the past..."  a small pause as he considers just how long he has been on Kalga, ".... 5 years? I haven't had a whiff of the natrual stuff for a long time, even then it was mostly industrial pollution from my own planet.The Natrual stuff could be very well poisoness to my inefficent system," I chuckled a bit.

"No matter. I'm sure these Bombadier Beetles would cause more harm to me, then an oxygen rich enviroment."
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 09, 2003, 05:15:06 pm
Alex listened intently to Trustor. Once he had finished, Alex sat for a moment. He got an odd feeling deep down. It was pretty familiar. Manufactured? Malfunction? Why did these words make him feel nauseous. It was at that moment that the young bat had entered the room.

After Alex had given her a response, he heard Trustor mention something. He felt his ears burning harder. He picked up on having to go, and catch up with Jadnar. "You're right we'd better go before we dissolve in here", he said quickly jumping out and snatching a towel off the rack. "Race ya", he said grinning.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 09, 2003, 06:58:35 pm
Trustor’s ears went back a little in surprise at the female’s negative reaction to his questions.  While Alex jumped out of the basin running a race.  Was it something I said?, Trustor thought.  Trustor stepped out of the basin and spoke to the bat like female trying to show some courtesy, “My name is Trustor a field medic.”  He continued with a sheepish but friendly smile, “I.. I.. Didn’t mean to offend.”  “I guess I lack real experience in group social interaction.”

Trustor picked up his scanner.  He removed a glass c-class plasma protein pack from his back pack and inserted it in his scanner.  Accessing the scanners computer functions Trustor keyed in the protein sequences into his keypad.  As some of the neutral protein drained out of the vial it quickly resequenced by the scanner into it’s new organic form.  Trustor removed a small capsule and placed it next to the female’s basin within her reach.  “It’s a anti-inflammatory and healing stimulant for muscle tissue.”, Trustor spoke putting on his cleaner clothes.  He smiled feeling a little more comfortable working in his element, “I would offer more but I lack a energy source to utilize.”  Trustor picked up his pack and slung it over his shoulder.  “We’ll be topside on the docking platform if you want to join up with us.”, Trustor continued, “Now before I put all my paws in my mouth at once speaking about something besides work, I have a race to most likely lose.”, Trustor said laughing as he started to head out.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on August 05, 2003, 09:05:09 pm
Babel Moved in to the evelator the rest must have used. Upon arrival with the rest of the people there he saw one of the new arrivals huddled against a wall. Jadnar seemed  to be talking to the plant like creature. The other was asleep and the rest seemed to likewise tired to some degree. Babel had finished the repaire on his arm turning it back on he growled and winced in pain as he did so. Feeling slightly tired himself he looked for a comfortable spot. As he walks by Simon he suddenly snaps awake causeing Babel to jump. He hears him shout NO DAD. Babel recovers his stance he moves closer to Simon and see's he's crying. A memory burns through him as he sees his own father disspear befor his eyes and a pain once more shoots through his arm. He grabs it and growls again. He then lookes back to Simon *maby he could do with a chat * Babel moves over.
"Ummm hey there umm Simon is it"
Babel moves over and crouches by where Simon is sitting.
"umm hehe my names Babel listen you ok there , I mean befor you looked in a pretty bad way."
Simon still seemed a little disorentated from waking so fast and didn't reply at first.
" Hey I umm don't mean to pry but you seemed to be haveing a real bad dream there about your  DAD?. aww heck sorry im just kinda not used to meeting people and with all this crazyness well. But you just seemed like you needed help?"
Babel routed around in his coat and pulled out a small cylinder.
" here umm take a sip of this nothing to bad just tea im afraid but " Babel offers him the cylinder.




Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 10, 2003, 04:07:17 am
Alex was running through the corridors of the Kalga towards the exit out onto the Avarian station. He stopped to see if Trustor was tailing him...no-one there.
 
"Come on slowpoke!", he called as he headed out. Unfortunately the stations gravity got the better of him. He tumbled down he gangway firmly faceplanting the walkway. He looked up to see the words "Dock 4" printed across the far wall.
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 10, 2003, 04:36:38 am
*looks at alex run off and laughs to herself and then listens to truestor taking the caspule*...thanks...*she applies it as he speaks and feels a little better*....sounds like fun....can i come? *She bolts out the door, her feet a little off the ground with wing flight and joins in the race*

(how would the grav effect a flying creature?)
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 10, 2003, 06:56:10 am
Ooc: On station you mean? Well, I figure you may have some tricks of getting around it, or you could very well use the system that everyone else uses, Stepping on the bar, and being flung sprawling ^_^. I could imagine that you could push off, and using your wings, corkscrew your body through the changing feilds and ultimatly land on your feat. But that is one way of doing it. Do it however way you wish ^_^ End OOC
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on August 05, 2003, 05:25:06 pm
Simon wakes up at the sound of Trustor speaking. Rubs his eyes realising he was wrapped in Trustors jacket. He looks aound and doesnt see the pictures. He gets worried and looks around hastily for them. He searched himself and found them in his pocket. He hears Trustor saying others can leave and that they would be doing certain things, yawns and says,

"Uhhhh... do you guys mind if i tag along. Im lookin to find out where im from, more about me and my past, and i have nowhere else to go. Anyway you guys seem friendly and hopefully i could make friends with some of you. I need something to take my mind off things"

After he says this he falls asleep...

As he wakes up, he feels the sun beating down on his face, the grass beside him sways gently in the wind. Next to him lays Josh, still asleep. Theyre both in a green sweater and a shirt with black trousers. He figured this was his school. He looked around and saw all his friends shouting 'wake up sleepy head!', this woke Josh up as well, and he got up laughing. He had the cutest smile thought Simon. Then as he walks into the school building, the environment changes. It looks like his house, he walks into the kitchen and sees his mom, who has her back turned as she turns around, she has a large bullet hole in her head. She collapses to the floor and Simon rushes to her. As he is crying his dad walks in. He closes his eyes to wipe the tears away and when he opens them, his father is in front of him on the ship that was attacked. He helped Simon put a space suit on and says 'dont worry, everything will be fine'. Then he pushes Simon into the air lock and releases it. As Simon floats away he watches the ship explode and the shockwave hits him. He floats in space for a while crying and then he blacks out.

Simon wakes up and screams
"NO DAD!"
After this a tear comes to his eye and he's breathing heavily...
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 10, 2003, 05:53:57 pm
as Simon sprinted down any random corridor, the alarm was sounded and red lights were flashing the loud voice of Tylon was heard over the intercom:

"THE NEW KID STOP HIM ESCAPING!!!"

5 minutes running down the corridors seemed like forever. Simon ran into a guard that looked like he was on more drugs than a heroin addict. seeing as Simon didnt want to kill him, he tought he would try out his kung fu skills h studied while on his home planet. he ran towards the guard screaming his head off. as the guard went to kick him, he blocked it and hacked out his other leg, knocking the guard to the floor. as he ran off, he stamped on the guard to make sure he wouldnt follow him. another 5 minutes of running and he finally reached the escape pods in the base. as he ran to enter one out of nowhere came a huge puch. he looked up and saw Tylon standing there. this time Tylon puched Simon in the stomach. as this happened he coughed up some blood.

"what do ya think ya doing Simon. That was no way to treat me after i took care of you now was it?"

"shut up Tylon you madman! i cant believe you would do something like that!"

as he said this Simon pulled out his gun and pointed it at Tylons head.

"Tylon just let me go"

"what are you gonna do shoot me? well come on then shoot me! what are ya waitin' for huh? SHOOT ME!"

Tylon reached for his gun and as this happened there was a loud gunshot. Tylon collapsed to the floor with a hole in his head and Simon just stared at him. he ran on the escape pod, closed the doors and launched himself into space. when he got out of the planets atmosphere, he walked over to the nearby radio, crying his eyes out. he speaks into his radio:

"is there anyone out there that can hear me!".........
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on August 05, 2003, 03:53:00 pm
Alex got back to his feet sluggishly. He didn't know what to think. He was tired, angry, and pretty shook up. He looked around at everyone, and finally at Trustor. Alex gave his repsonse.

"I'm with you 100% Trustor. If I can I'll try and help you figure out your path in life, and maybe my own in the process. Remember back on Repine? You watch my back...I'll watch yours.

Alex gave a faint smile and continued. "I don't know much about what's going on except that it involves these so called Kal'Tak. So why don't you fill us in on what you know".
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 11, 2003, 12:09:57 am
Trustor watched the bat female laugh and dart past him out the room.  Trustor smiled and tail wagged finding  humor in the mirth and inability to answer.  Trustor looked down at his uniform and lifting his belt buckle he hit a button shifting the camouflage fiber color in his combat uniform from grey:110 (ie: camouflage green to dogs who can’t see color) to black:20.   His combat gear was not designed for civil attire.  But perhaps a more solid color would be more socially acceptable on this planet.

Trustor heard Alex call, “Hurry up slow poke!”  Trustor bolted out the door to keep up with Alex.  His fast canine legs picked up speed as his long nose led in front of him following the wolf’s scent through the hallways.  “I’ll catch up to that Alex!”, Trustor mused.  Trustor rounded the exit and saw the station.  Alex was pressing his elbows against a wall.  Trustor went towards him, “Ha! Didn’t think I would catch u....p......”  The floor lost it’s traction as Trustor’s feet buckled out from under him.  But instead of hitting the floor Trustor felt his body pulled straight towards Alex! *thump!* Flying through the air with a look of shock Trustor collided with Alex into the wall newly turned floor.  With a look of surprise Trustor turned to Alex eyeball to eyeball and grinned a toothy canine smile, “Ummm gotcha!”
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 11, 2003, 06:20:12 am
*spirils thru the air as if swimming in the grav her wings flutter she laughs as she sees trustor fall(?) and land on alex*.... oh get a room you two.....*she laughs* :D
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 25, 2003, 02:04:46 am
OOC:
I think it's a problem of players waiting for other players.  Myself, I'm waiting for Jadnar 'cause Vernon is following him. And I imagine he's waiting for the others who are supposed to be playing the card game.

In case you card game players' are waiting to see the answers to my questions about the card game, (I'm sure you're not but anyway) I say we count 1's as aces AND have aces in the second roll. That makes for more aces and fits with the card game's name. Besides, that's how I figured WS meant it anyway; I was just asking to make sure. (Also feel free to ignore the deck analysis; you don't have to know that stuff. I only did that because I like doing that sort of thing. )
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 27, 2003, 02:02:03 am
Spike after scaring Simon off says "So you don't deal to manly grrrls, Ay."

Dermon taps for a hit, and gets an 8. "Spike back off" He tells Truster, "Thats strike one, bud. Hit me." He gets one more 8.
Then with a smerk "I'm good."

Gorbin taps for a hit, and gets a Queen. "I"ll hold."

http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Dermond.html

http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Gorbin.html


OOC: Now what do I do.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 11, 2003, 03:57:53 pm
"yeah...you got me", Alex muttered from underneath Trustor. He gave him a gentle push to get him back on his feet. "The gravity on this station is seroiusly out of whack. Don't they maintain their systems?"
Once Alex had managed to get to his feet again. He looked around for the others. "They must have went on without us".




Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 11, 2003, 05:28:45 pm
Zairith stood there, waiting for something to happen, anything.  Canines are dynamic creatures, standing around for so long was getting boring and he knew that if he plugged himself into the computer system again things might start getting.....nasty? so he looked at the wall and started to talk to it, hoping that the computer was listening.

Uh...Is there an exit around here somewhere?

His own computer was completely useless since it hadn't been able to take a blue print of the ship and he didn't have that information.  So once more he relied on his birth given gifts.  He followed the scent of the one that had been annoyed at him for plugging himslef in, as he moved down the ship he scented other smells, one that seemed...canine? or it was ocnfusing, it wasn't his species but it was similiar.  He was very aware however that each step he took in this direction brought him one step closer t othe station on which the information he had taken lay and if he set foot on that station again....His brain said no, but the adrenaline in his system said....GO FOR IT!!

As he turned the corner he saw three figures twisting and turning (in this case Alex, Trustor and the bat female...sorry I'm not sure of the name)

He retreated slightly, but then realised his arm was weapon enough and stepped forward boldly.  This is always a tstupid thing to do when you've seen other people struggling, thinking that you might be able to somehow over ride what has been happening.  Zairith's feet disappeared from under him and he spun uncontrollably, it was almost in slow motion as he hit the floor on the other side.

"OOOOOFFF"

He managed to get to his feet damm quickly, ready for anything that might be thrown at him.  Although he was definately disorientated, he liked gravity when it played by HIS rules or at least the rules he expected gravity to play by.

The computer spoke softly into his ear

We're back aboard the station Zairith, I'm trying to avoid detection now, I don't know how long we will be able to fool the stations computer system, I advise a brief visit, when a computer gets a clitch it tries to fix it and at the moment we're glitches.

Zairith noded slightly.

try and keep it busy as long as possible

he whispered to the air, those not owning his computer would just see the lupine like creature talking to thin air.
Title: The Game
Post by: Y-Cat on July 12, 2003, 09:03:23 pm
I jeard the faint shouts of distress coming from the hall, so I ran too see what the commotion was.  I burst into the transmissions room, and looked out the wide window, and all I could see with my blurred vision was an odd shape.  It could  be a ship, but then again, things can be too good to be true.  

Eccentricially with a hint of fear, I huffed, "Thank the Creator, but can we confirm thats its friendly?  You never know, it could be hostile, and that cant be good for anybody here."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 11, 2003, 09:53:08 pm
Babel stood in the hanger when everyhitng had settled down and all had left the area. He picked up a vibe of stress coming from Jadnar when he had spoken to them. He had realised after ,the jolt he gave the wolf could have damadged the ship. He slapped his forhead "DOLT" he shouted to thin air. He made his way to the exit and the to the hatchway where the station they had docked was. The others seemed to have gone as Babel left the ship he felt weightless.
"hehe no gravity oh I love this feeling" he smiked But have to get around though. Babel removed two small black strips from his coat and placed them on the souls of his boots. At the back of these patches was a small yellow dot. He presed the one on his right foot and instantly he landed on the decking he pressed the one on his left and now he was able to walk on freely no matter if the gravity was there or not . Up ahead he heard people as he followed the corridor he came across a few members he had recognised from the ship. They all seemed well and there was no problems. Babel decided just to tag along quietly at the back for now after all he had to find a way off n out of this nut ball situation. He had started to feel scared things seemed out of his control, and he didn't like it one bit. A flash of pain ran through his arm up his spin GRRRRR oww dam. he clenched his fist no no more im not scared ok, he told himself the pain subsided. Why did that just happen darn it he thought, I turned down that neural emmiter im sure of it have to check it later. He watched the others quietly and then started to look more deeply at the station they where on .Now then he though question is have I been here befor at some point? Babel and his family had been to many places befor doing maintannce and such. The others started to move off by the look of it and Babel snapped out of his daze and shadowed them quietly.
Title: The Game
Post by: Y-Cat on July 12, 2003, 08:19:01 am
*Im going to try to nudge nyself in and get with some interaction[which I could use] with the other RPers. I'll use a short passage, just to give myself a little speed.  Hope I dont throw the RP off track.*


Still dazed from the recent commotion, I got back up froma  prone laying conditon on the ground, giving myself time to collect myself and my thoughts.  Since the gravity was at a level I was not used to, I could not help but feel light headed, and my haird levitating wasnt much of a comforting sensation either.  Everyone was on their own tasks, so I sat down more, leaning against a wall, giving myself time to think of what to do.  I diddnt not want to get in anybodys way, since their agendas most likely had precedence ofver what I felt I needed to do.




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 12, 2003, 01:05:10 pm
Trustor got up off a floor he had “thought” was a wall and brushed himself off.  He listened to Alex talking about maintaining systems then replied kidding humorously, “You know the dentists on this world are in desperate need of business I hear.”  Trustor grinned, “They double up as grav-system calibrators.”  Trustor taped the floor with his foot jesting, “Can’t say much for their mechanics but I hear they are marvelously skilled at teeth straightening”.


Trustor looked a little more serious, “If the Avari went on he may of left with the captain .. er Jadnar of Kalga.  Trustor tested the air. “Yup, this way.”, he said tail wagging and waving to the bat female (hasn’t heard her name yet).
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 12, 2003, 07:05:47 pm
"Such a clever ploy. They'll be rich in no time", Alex said keeping the joke alive for a few more seconds. At that moment his ears shot up to the sounds of noise from behind them. He looked back quickly to see if anyone was there. He didn't see anyone but waved all the same.

"Hey wait for me", he said bounding after the others, already approaching the elevator.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 12, 2003, 07:13:20 pm
3 days had passed since the incident with Tylon and the Outer Limits, and the amount of food was decreasing and the battery was low. simon decided to only have the electric on for the radio and maybe a light if it was neccesary and started rationing the food. he had called on his radio several times, but still no reply from anyone. he looks out of the window in despair, but this changes as he sees a ship in the distance. it looks rather friendly so he shouted down the radio:

'IS THERE ANYONE THERE. MAYDAY HELP ME, I NEED HELP! PLEASE!!!'
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 13, 2003, 04:13:30 pm
A couple more individuals had emerged from the ship.  Though it was to soft to hear the canid was talking to no one in particular.  He must have a compact personal communicator Trustor thought.  Maybe he was part of the crew and was speaking to Jadnar?  Trustor looked up to the unknown canine, “If you have contact with Jadnar let him know we are on our way as the ambassador should already know.”  

Trustor looked around noting the quiet expressions of the newcommers and spoke to Alex, “It appears the Kalga collected quite a few refuges besides us.”  Trustor nodded to Alex with a friendly smile, “It’s herding time.”  “Lets make sure nobody gets hurt at the gravity shift and gather everybody we can quickly so we can leave together.”, Trustor continued,  “I’m not sure why they left but I don’t fancy getting left behind.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Silver on July 14, 2003, 06:38:55 am
Zairith stopped talking to the ocmputer and looked at trustor.  It was very strange looking at the other lupine like creature.  It was very strange, the similarities and differences between them.

I'm afraid I'm not in contact with her, I'm speaking to a personal computer.

It was near the truth anyway.  The stations systems were perhaps shabbier than he had thought it appeared that they had more time than he had at first htought.

are you both members of Jadnars crew?
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 14, 2003, 09:05:43 am
after simon made his distress call. he ran to the control room, not caring about the batteries, he put the throttle up and turned towards the ship and went straight towards it.
Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 14, 2003, 02:07:34 pm
*smiles and her tail floats out behind her*

(shes a cat/bat hybrid)

so.. what do they call you two? Im Jules...
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 06, 2003, 02:23:16 am
After waiting quite some time for the elevator to arrive, Vernon asked the coordinator how much longer until the passage leading to the Auger command ship was reopened. She told him it would be open very soon. This worried Vernon, and he was just about to ask if she could hold off reopening the passage when the elevator arrived. Relieved, the fox boarded the elevator to begin his decent to the planet surface.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on August 26, 2003, 06:20:28 pm
OOC: ohh man i missed soooo much. thats it i aint goin on holiday anymore lol.  :D all the IC stuff is gonna go back a few posts so i can catch up so it may confuse some of you but ill try and work around wats goin on.

IC: Simon did what Babel told him, he held out the cylinder in front of him and shook it a bit but nothing happened. He shook it a little more violently and a large staff came out of the cylinder. Simon couldnt believe what he saw. He examined it in awe. As Babel oferred to reduce the blowback on his gun, Simon instantly agreed and said

"thanx i wouldnt wanna be constantly breaking my wrist while defending myself hehe"

Simon handed Babel his staff back as everyone was called for dinner. Simon jumped for joy when he found out Trustor ordered a room with beds.

"Awww thanx Trustor. Finally a hot meal and a warm bed. Beats sleepn on them metal beds in that escape pod. I might not wake up for a while tomorrow so wake me up if youre leaving and dont leave me behind ok?"

As they sat down for their meal Simon looked at the stew Alex ordered for him. It didnt look too nice, but he was ready to eat anything. He thanked Alex and started to eat. Simon was the first to finish dinner as he was so hungry. He waited a while for the others to finish their dinner, which didnt take too long as everyone was hungry. Then Trustor pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and started to shuffle them in a stylish manor. He shouted out about taking bets, but Simon didnt join in, he said that he was too tired to play. Simon finished his drink and went to the room Trustor ordered to sleep. As he slept he had another dream. This time it was a homesick kind of dream. This was one of Simons and Josh's first meeting. Josh was a transfer student, and as soon as he sat next to Simon on the school bus, they had a spark. In this dream Simon felt the same feelings he had on that day. A few hours passed and he woke up. He pulled the photo of Josh out of his pocket and cried to himself...
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 18, 2003, 10:17:08 am
Five years was, unfortunately, the equivalent of a week to an Avari.  They were generally taught to understand that not all beings would live even a fraction of an Avari's time, but every now and then, things didn't translate as they should.

"You'll be fine," said Terastas.  "I doubt the elders would have guided you to the safety of Eravia just so you could die here instead.  They might work in strange ways sometimes, but not to that extent."

The elevator jolted to a slower pace as it neared the landing tower.  The ride would be over shortly.

OOC: Sorry that took so long.  RL just got hectic for a week, but I'm okay now. :)
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 18, 2003, 03:41:17 pm
Acea's ship approaches the station.

"Acea calling station. Acea calling station. Request permission to dock. Over"

She sits back and waits for a response...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 18, 2003, 04:02:01 pm
"Who are these Elders? Are they a sort of gods, or higher beings? You seem to place a great amount of trust upon these Elders."

Feeling the speed change of the elevator, I reached out with my mind, seeing if I could sence some resistance, and I found some slowly coming up to us. The ground, certainly.

**Switch to Kalga**

Blinding lights, tearing at my mind... the voices.. they scratch at me. Why.. who? I have done nothing wrong to you. A face of a creature, similar to the others, in form, but they wore a face more sinister, nothing like I had ever seen. It spoke in words, but my mind changed the words to what I could understand.

This is what a Kal'tak was, creatures of war, creatures with a fate. They are calling to me... No... I cannot. You are Killers. Destiny? What destiny? No.. You can't! What is the use of life if you destroy? You are blind!

A scene... ships. thousands, diffrent stars, a planet.. alien, yet familer. A diffrent song, a voice... no not one, many.. speaking in near unison... The fleet.. many more to come? Why? You can't!

Get out of my mind! Leave me!
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 19, 2003, 11:26:42 am
"The elders are the most ancient of Avari, who have become so attuned to the ways of the universe that they no longer need remain in physical form."  He took a deep breath.  "Many have said that they are simply Avari that have died... Which may be true, but Avari do not age as most do.  Our lives are not measured in time, but in..."

The presence of the elders in his mind was faint, but it was clear enough they were trying to warn him.

"Jandar?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 19, 2003, 12:40:36 pm
I could feel Kalga's sleeping mind growing in distress. Something was happening, and it wasn't good. Suddenly it was awake, it's mind yelling, those who could hear the psycic blast could hear it as a wail.

I closed my eyes to it's scream, reverberating in my head. I placed my fingers against my forehead rubbing the now growing head ache.

~KALGA!!~

~They enter my dreams, they control them, They do not leave. They tell me things, things that I do not want to hear. I fear to sleep, I can not let them come in again.~

"Then we must hurry," I said aloud. I looked at Terastas, "I felt it too, or at least Kalga did. The Kal'tak must be trying to attack via psycic telepathy. Kalga Can't sleep or they'll enter it's mind. It's just as good that we'll be getting the EM generator, it may help it stay awake, we must hurry."

~There is something else too.~

~What?~

~This isn't bad, it isn't evil, nor harmful. It is old, familar, as if it was home. A song.... a beat. A new awakining. A new connection, to the space ways. I feel others! Like me! They are me! This... my home. They've come back! They did it!~

~Who? Who did it!?~

~My Creators, my home, they revived their planet. The planet lives again!~
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 19, 2003, 05:23:58 pm
Terastas felt it, not as a wail, but as a wave, for a telepathic attack had gone unplanned for by the elders.  They leaped into action to repair their mistake, but something went wrong before it was complete.  In their attempt to sheild the Kalga, they themselves came under attack.  

It was a pain that only an Avari could feel, being as close to the elders as they were.  Most felt it as only a jolt of energy or a blow to the head, something they shook off instantly.  Terastas, on the other hand, still being high above the planet surface in the station's elevator, felt more than the others.  The pain which struck into his brain literally knocked him backwards.  He slumped up against the wall and slid down to the floor, eyes looking up at the ceiling, whispering frantic prayers in his own native tongue.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 19, 2003, 07:51:46 pm
OOC: Hay mind I join? ;)

OC:
Ok, Fick lets try 32-4-21 Fick exhales, and with a sigh the door opens.
Fessan hears the door and comes over to see.
As the three explorers enter the sealing lights up with a soft glow.

# In the space around Mahra a thread that had been tripped and torn undergoes its final healing. #
# In underground caverns vast computers wakeup from there forst slumber. #
  [Spaceway connection reestablished—diagnostics completed—repairing malfunctions = FAILER FAILER – backup systems/safety protocols operating at 20%--]

 
Blusim: What is this place Gorbin?
Grobin:  This is the place our people whint to when they wanted to go to other worlds.
Fessan: leafy man.&#61514;

# The door had a sing that read “Pet & Specimen Transportation Pods” #
 [Work crew entering –activating T. Pods]
~ The Elder Trees can now hear the Galaxy again, and they don’t like what they hear. Thinking fast, they contact a pre-Elder overdue for re-rooting.  ~

Blu.: My head. MY HEAD!………Ok, I can do that.
Fes.: What are you yelling for? …….Blu. picks him up, and sits him on a shelf.
~ The Elder Trees give Blusim as much info they can, in a type of download in to one of his smallest sub-brains. ~
Blu.: Gorbin we need to talk. ……….with a sweep of his hand picks up Gorbin and sits him in a pod.
As he tries to keep Grobin for cutting him with Grobins forearm blades. Blusim using his two free hands cuts into his bottom left wrist cutting out a pea sized sub-brain. Thin using all fore arms and a foot holds Grobin in place, bights into Grobins neck, and sticks his sub-brain in with his tongue.
Blu.: Computer seal pod 17694.
All this time Grobin is creaming.
Blusim picks up Grobins bag stuffs Fick in, and pushes the bag in the pod.
Blu.: Computer send pod to closest active way runner….. with a crew.
Gro.: Blusim YOU #@%^&*&^ !!! Let me out. Hay this thing is filling with slime. Whats happing? Blusim! Fassan! SOMEBOglugglugglug.
[Specimen prep. Complete—sending now.]
# The pod is sucked into a tube. Dropped onto a hole cut into the mountain. A magic glow lights the hole and the pod shoots out into space. The slime and Gorbin filled pod arrives at the right place and is taking in the Grate Spider Web. Taking many turns Grobin travails in a way to hide just where he came form, and finely arrives at a world this not known for its adventure, but will in time be known for as the meeting place of a ragtag group that will a part of what changed everything.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 19, 2003, 08:13:31 pm
I reached foward quickly to take hold of the falling avari, customs or not, If this is forbiden so what, he's going to hurt himself falling like that. The Frantic prayers I could not understand, nor was I sure I wanted to.

I figured I should talk to him, perhaps bring him back into this world. He may be a being that has access to great powers, but he is still organic and just as suceptable, "Terastas, Are you okay? Can you hear me? What happened?"

~They are coming!~

~WHO? The Kal'Tak?~

~No, my creators. They have sent a Humaphyte. It comes to me, They have chosen me first to see to their wants.~

~What are those wants?~

~I do not know, I have not been in contact with my creators for over two thousand mehraks. They were successful, my home is live once more. They live. The risks they have taken have proven great, but they have overcome!~

~Who are they?~

~My creators, the ones that made me, the ones that gave me life, and purpose. I am Kalga, Kalga Of Mahra.~

Was I going to lose Kalga to these... lost people? Those whom have been gone for a copule thousand mehraks? A friend that I could truly connect to, wisked away to... a lost race? This Humaphyte, has it been sent to collect those like Kalga? To bring them back to their world? Will I lose my only friend, which took me away from the Non curious people of an economicly depressed world called Haroak? Ever since I've found Kalga I've known it was my purpose, my goal, to go with it where ever it went, till my dieing day.

If that is the purpose of the Humaphyte, then what shall I do? I can not stop them from taking something that is theres. But they lost it, no, it was because their planet died. Yet somehow they brought it back to life, Reconnecting themselves to the spaceways.  I'm assuming. I must wait and find out what this Humaphyte is here for exactly.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 20, 2003, 05:51:07 pm
Everyone was finally getting together at last. As everyone was getting aquainted it seemed things weren't going to stay that way for long.

"Well it's nice to meet you jules. I'm Alex and this is Trustor". He turned to the elevator, which was on its way back up. He felt a strange feeling go through him, as he turned to Trustor worried. "Something dosen't feel right in the air. Do you feel it?"




Title: The Game
Post by: Juliette_Rouge on July 21, 2003, 06:56:07 am
*sets down onto her feet and her ears twitch* now you mention it... *rubs her arms*...
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 21, 2003, 01:37:15 pm
As Simons small ship approached the other ship, it grew to almost the same size as it. it stared to look a lot like the ship he was in. He went towards it, it went towards him. Neither would slow down and Simon braced himelf for impact....

But instead of an explosion, there was a vividly bright light. After the bright light, Simons eyes took the time to adjust, which took 5 minutes. he looked out of the window and instead of the other ship, he saw a space station. There was another ship already in one of the docks, it didnt seem like it belonged to the space station as the exterior looked like a different sort of texture. As he approached the space station, the batteries were flat so he only had the radio on as this wasnt connected to the main power system. He nervously picked up the radio, not sure weather this place was friendly and spoke nervously into the radio:

"ummm... hello, is there anybody there. if so can i ummm... dock at your space station i need serious help. i have no food and my water is low and the battery on this ship, pod thing has run out."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 21, 2003, 11:45:16 pm
OOC: I hope it is Ok for me to god mode a little Rikimaru.
[ HouseTree class Way Runner (Kalga) in visual range---Contacting--]
Gorbin in full panic has jammed one of his blades into the Pod.
[Emergency—specimen has damaged control functions--&^%% ship in destres detected, will assist--]
The Way Runner makes sharp turn, into simons ship.
[&^%%Pod requesting docking with Kalga--]
The Pod turns way from Simons ship.
[&^%%Pod will rescue damaged ship]
The Pod turns again to simons ship….. two tentacles reach out the simons ship.
The Pods tentacles rap themselves around Simons ship.
[&^%%Kalga prepare for docking of Pod.]
The pod makes a sharp turn towards Kalga, dragging Simons ship right behind it.
[&^%% must recover %$^^ to dock &^%& asses dam^%&& HELP]
The Pod is jerking all over the place, but is making headway to Kalga.

OOC: I hope it is ok for me to god mode like this. Jadnar

IC: Kalga reaches out to both ships, and puts them in the ships hold.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 23, 2003, 05:33:14 pm
after the ship got pulled in. Simon opened the door, drew his gun and slowly stuck his head out of the door. he hears a rattling sound and quickly pulls his head back in the ship. the next time h stuck his head out, his gun quickly followed. with a nervous quiver in his voice he shouts out:

"WHO'S THERE!".....
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 24, 2003, 04:45:54 am
From Simons place at his door, he can see in the lights of the ships hold something truly strange. In front of him is a thing the size of a van, shaped like a fat Monterrey. This bark covered fat Monterrey is lying on one wing, with tentacles still rapped around Simon’s ship.

Grobins head: gottogetoutGOTtogetOUTgotTOGETout
Grobin has been in the pod for about 30mn, he can breathe the slime, but dos not know it.
[^%**&&Releasing specimen--]

Simon can now see the fat bark covered Monterrey open up and spit out a clear ball about 6ft across. Inside the ball is clear blue stuff and something moving inside with 6 lags or something..........without worning it POPS covering everything around it in blue slime.

On the floor lies a green monster. Grobin scrambles to his feet and bends over clutching his chest and upchucks blue/green slime. He stands up strait, 5'6" of mindless fear, 4 crystal blades sticking out his arms, and screams the sound of a two-ton tree crashing to the forest floor.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 24, 2003, 05:16:26 am
Simon has been overcome with fear. he cant think straigt anymore,

"wat the hell is that. WHY IS THIS ALL HAPPENING TO ME!"

he points his gun at the monster and shoots a few times, the blowbak of the desert eagle injured his wrist pretty badly. as the monster crashes to the floor, he points his gun at the other strange thing thats chucking up slime.

"dont move! stay there or ill shoot"

but the thing still appoached him. he pulled the trigger and shot the thing in the arm. the blowback this time mustve broken his wrist as he felt the most awful pain ever. he goes down on his knees and sobs loudly,

"not again, *sniffs* not again. i didnt mean to do it. argh the pain it burns. why did i shoot him"
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 27, 2003, 11:52:02 am
Jadnar held the door open for Vernon. So with a nod Vernon entered. He saw the crowd gathered around a table. He moved closer to the table and surveyed the cards lying upon it. Vernon smiled; he knew this game.  He looked around at the other players. Most of them he had met earlier, but the ones he didn't recognize looked like they might be trouble.

Keeping a cautious distance for them, he stepped up to the table. They were in the middle of a round, so for the moment, he would have to be content with watching.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 24, 2003, 09:02:44 pm
OOC: Back from AC.

Trustor watched as Alex waited on the elevator.  He removed his EU (energy units) pack from his back and plugged it into a refiling outlet monitoring the influx of power to filling his pack.

Trustor nodded to Jules with a friendly smile as Alex introduced him.  Trustor then turned to Alex at his uneasiness at what the wold was feeling.   The Kal’Tak voices were back.  But but it was diffrent.  Trying to access a part of memory that was filtered by the conscious.  Trustor’s buckled holding his head at the intensity of Kalga pain and panic.  Trustor heard Kalga explain about it’s creator as he talked to his wolf friend heading back towards the ship, “Alex the Kalga’s mind is under attack again.”  “Kalga can you patch my com-watch frequency in to talk with Jadnar?”, Trustor thought to the ship.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 25, 2003, 12:32:28 am
As the remains of the shipping bubble gets blasted Gorbin starts to walk to Simon.

Gorbis eyes focuse on the flashing from the gun.
Gorbins Mind: SwimtotheLight/TheLightistheSun/TheSunistheSurfice/TheSurficiswhereIcanBREATH..

With the last blast of Simons gun, there is a new pain.
The pain snaps Grobin back to realty. He looks down at the half moon hole in his top right arm already sapping up.
What the......Gor. see's Sim. at this point falls back on his Tender training.
As he walks to Simon he picks up his bag and wipes off the slim from his face and chest.... Hay Hay its Ok. little rooter.
Let me see that arm....well its not that bad.
 (Gorbin is thinking "Wow its a real live Mammal") Gorbin reachs into his bag, with his bottom left arm. With his top left hand lifts Simons chin. As Gorbin makes eye contact, Simon can now see the face of a green leopard cub with over sized gray eyes filled with flecks of blue and red, and ears that would remind some of a Kit Fox's.
Out of the bag comes Fick, (Looks like a gofer with no legs, and a long tail.) and a fat rainbow colored slug.

So whats your name little rooter. As Gorbin keeps Simons attention he raps Simons upper arm with the slug.
Gor: Fick.. "Mammal Med. +arm" Fick exhales into the slugs face. The slug changes color paterns.... well it looks like a brake, and you havn't eaten in days.

Slugs Mind: *Must heal~Healing good~I'm a good Boy*
Slug makes something to stop the pain, made just for the Simons chemistry. Thin resets the brokin wrist, with its powerful body mussels.

Gro: Ok, that will do nicely. Now Little Rooter I want you to pet the nice dry sluggy, if you keep it happy it will heal you in no time.
Slug:  *~I'm a good boy.~*
At this time Simon is feeling no pain. ;)
Grobin sholders his bag, and picks up Simon cradling him in three arms. He has a good long look at where he is.....walks to the pod.
Gor: Pod, let go of that dead thing, and tell me where I am.
[ Location is HouseTree class Way Runner-- P.I.D. Kalga]
At that he almost drops Simon.  
Oh, by the World Tree, and all the Eater Gods of Plik. I'm realy in space.
Gor: Aaaa, Kalga...Mister ship....aaa,house aa,Running--I mean Runner....>take a breath Gor.<....could you tell where I could get some mammal food, and a ...(he grabs a notebook out of his bag. reads in it.)....Phych. Mic. for me. So I could talk with you in the mind.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 25, 2003, 11:16:04 am
After the shot, Simon is curled up againts the side of his ship. his wrist was in agony, but the thing still approached him. he tried to pick up his gun, but his wrist gavt way and he dropped it again.

"stay away from me!"

the thing got up close to him and asked his name.

"errr.. im Simon what about you?"

"I'm gorbin and im not gonna hurt you"

Gorbin pulled you this slug thing and put it on Simons wrist. as soon as it was on there, Simon could feel his wrist healing and as it changed colours, Gorbin mentioned that he hadnt eaten for a while, which was true as the food supply ran out a few days ago. As Simon got too his feet, he was weak from hunger and he fell back to the floor. Gorbin picked him up and carried him along the way. He was shouting out something but Simon couldnt hear very well as the slug thing made him drowsy.

"hey Gorbin, you got any food or drink? i feel like im jus gonna die now. my stomach hurts so much from the lack of food *coughs*"

as he coughed he could taste blood. as he looked to the floor, he saw that blood had come out of his mouth....
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 25, 2003, 02:54:16 pm
**Kalga**

No! Do not hurt! No! He is creator!

After the onesided fire fight, it had grown quiet in the hangerbay, I watched as the creator healed its attacker. The tecnique... it was the same as what I have done. It really must be my creator.

At the beckoning of food I set to work immediatly. Though Jadnar had always his own stock of food, which was growing little, I figured that the Similar could do something for him much faster. Speaking of the similar.

~Similar, Prepare food... a creature is in need of it. Do not fear the creature that brings him.~

~Creator, Follow my mind, It's place shall be where you can get the help you need.~ I set out a path with my mind, that would beckon the creator's will to go towards that direction. It's destination would be where the similar was.

~I shall try to 'patch' you to Jadnar, but I shall do it though mind. Mind is faster then communication's frequencies.~

**Jadnar**

Kalga's voice now calmer now flooded my mind. ~Jadnar, The Similar wished to speak to you, I am 'patching' you to him, you can talk to him as you can talk to me.~

Similar... Trustor.. yes that's right. ~Trustor?~
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 25, 2003, 11:37:35 pm
After speaking Grobin gets an erge to go to the door, and beyond. As he walks with the note book still in his upper hands and Simon in his lower hands. He checks out his translations of ancient teckst. The walls in Kalga all look like soft bark, but are really covered in ancient Huma. writhing. Gorbin has learned to read some of it.

~Lets see mind/ship communications storage cabinet~
 
Before going through the door that leads out, Grobin looks at a map that would look to the untrained eye, as just more bark.

~Cool breeze, its on my way out~

Gorbin looks down "well Simon we will get you something to eat, and see about that nasty cough. OK?"

Gorbin walks down one hallway after another wondering where is everyone.

~This is getting spooky.~

At a seemingly random place Gorbin stops, and puts his hand on the wall. "Please open"
A hole opens in the wall that looks to be filled with spiders, each sleeping in a little chamber. Gorbin reads more notes, puts the notebook back in his bag. Then he grabs one, and reaching up to his right ear he places it at the base of the ear.
Waits for the bight.....owch.

"Cabinet close please"

While the spider connects its self to Gorbins mind, Gorbin continuse to walk to the exit.
At the exit, Gorbin looks in shock at all the dead metal walls.

~Kalga can you hear me?~
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 26, 2003, 02:09:24 pm
as Gorbin walks down the corridor, Simon was still coughing, he could still taste blood. His stomach was hurting him more and more every moment that passed. He sees Gorbin reading a book of something.

"hey Gorbin, whats the book for? and why did you put your head against a wall covered in spiders?"
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 26, 2003, 02:38:58 pm
Trustor grabbed his EU pack and turned to Alex, “It appears there are more individuals within the Kalga in need of help.” He continued, “Kalga has given a visual perception of the location.” “We should go but need be careful.”   Trustor feeling the old familiar call to duty responded to Kalga’s  mind in return, “I am headed there now Kalga and will assist.”  

Heading in ship Trustor activated his watch and spoke to Jadnar, “As your mind was linked you felt the attack on your sleeping friend.”  He continued his talk as he tried to hurry to Kalga’s feeling of expediency, “I believe if the Kal’Tak can establish a mental link with the Kalga here we may be in more immanent danger than we first deducted.”, “I will detail further when we meet.”,  “Of immediate necessity is the welfare of the refugees Kalga has rescued.”  “Many are lost, confused, and in a state of shell shock some still wandering on the ship.”   “Me and Alex will work in bringing all individuals we can to the station docking platform.” “If it is possible for you I recommend you and the ambassador meet on the platform.” “We could calm the passengers by helping them understanding what is going on and to discuss options.”, “End confirm COM.”

Trustor listened for the confirmation on COM from Jadnar as he rounded the corner and saw a unusual sight.  Trustor pondered was it animal or plant?  It was carrying a injured cub.  Trustor would of liked to run a scan but he did not want to do anything to alarm.  He raised and presented his medical insignia to show his intentions.  “I am Trustor A11 Medic, a doctor and we have been sent here by Kalga to assist you both.”, Truster replied in a friendly yet calm voice continuing, “There is food and medical assistance available.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 26, 2003, 06:50:14 pm
~Yes, I felt it too. I hadn't thought of that... Bring everyone down to the surface, it might be easier on everyone if they had natural surroundings, rather then walls. Fresh Air can also help with thinking and calming. Terastas and I shall send the elevator back up so you can all come down. We'll meet you guys down here.~

Turning away from the fresh air which had now flooded my sences, I looked towards Terastas, "If it would be alright, can we wait here, so that the rest of the people can come down? It seems leaving them unattended was a mistake on my part. We'll have to send up the elevator so they can be retrived. It may also do some good to their minds to be on the planet."
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on July 27, 2003, 01:10:10 pm
[Somewhere in the nearby asteroid belt]

AC: "All ships report charge point status"
A1: "Charge point 1 ready, sir"
A2: "Charge point 2 good to go"

AC: "...  Auger 3 report...   Auger 3 do you copy?"
A3: "uh... Auger 3 reporting, sir."
AC: "Auger 3 what's your charge point status?"
AC: "Auger 3?"
A3: "Charge point... uh... charge point ready, activating countdown."
AC: "Auger 3, what are you doing, get out of there.  All ships move out. Repeat. All ships move out."
A1: "Roger, Auger Command"
A2: "Auger 2 moving out."

4... 3... 2... 1...   The asteroid exploded as Auger 3 neared Auger Command.

Later aboard Auger Command, as Vernon climbed out of Auger 3 he was approached by his very angry superior.

Captain: "What happened out there? We were supposed to be breaking that asteroid into smaller parts. Not blowing it all to hell. You better have a good explanation for this or I swear I'll..."

Vernon: "That asteroid contained heavy traces of temdrium, if we had used your meager charges..."

Captain: "If you had followed orders that asteroid would now be ready for transport. Instead we have to start all over again. Do you realize the lives you put at risk by your little stunt? Not only the lives of the crew, but pieces of that asteroid could have been sent on a collision course with a nearby planet.  This is the last time I'm putting up your reckless behavior.  Pack your things. We'll be dropping you at the station."

Vernon: "But sir..."

Captain: "Consider yourself lucky that I don't have you nailed to the wall for this. Get out of my sight."

The captain looked as though he was ready to explode. Although Vernon generally liked explosions, this was one he did not want to see, so with a deep breath, he turned and headed to his quarters.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 27, 2003, 05:44:51 pm
Alex noticed, Trustor clutching his head in pain. "What's wrong?", he asked slightly distressed. He listened to Trustor, and nodded.

"Alright let's go", Alex cried following closely behind Trustor back into the Kalga. Suddenly Trustor stopped. The sight before him puzzled him...It looked like a plant, and it was carrying a young cub.

Trustor quickly went about talking to the strange creature. Alex's gaze fell on the young cub, who looked seriously ill. "Trustor...the cub...I think he's bleeding...internally".




Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 27, 2003, 06:06:54 pm
As Simon hears Trustor speak he raises his head.

"Oh thank god someone is here. i thought it was deserted. Im Simon by the way. Glad to see a medic"

Simon coughs again and more blood comes out.

"i need serious help. I havent eaten in 3 days, my stomach is killing me I cant remember anything since the attack on the ship i was travelling on. and my head is pounding everytime a memory tries to get back into my head and ill explain why i ask this question later but you dont attack innocent people do you?".......
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 27, 2003, 06:22:49 pm
Gorbin gathers himself and steps over the bar in the floor. The change in gavity takes him by serpize, but quickly recovers by standing on one hand, and making a barol role head of over heals. With a thump is standing right in front of Trustor and Alex.
 Gorbin with Kalgas help knows Trustor can do more to heal Simon than he. Gorbin neals down and sets Simon gently on the dead floor.

"This is Simon and he needs medacal atenction. Please don't try to pul Sluggy off, it is right now trying to slow the bleeding inside."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 27, 2003, 07:44:04 pm
Babel Was stood studying his arm readout when he heard a muffeld sound from inside Kalgar he recognised it as gunfire. Not long after this he heard the sound of footsteps and came backround the corner just in time to see Trustor and Alex dart past him. Huh well It beats sitting around he followed Trustor but keept a reasonable distance. He finaly caught up with them at the entrance to Kalgar. They appeared to be attending to too new people. One seemed to be badly hurt. Babel came a little closer to where they where. He gatherd that the one was called Simon but missed the others name. Babel didn't feel like stepping forward and saying hello. He hung back from the scene and watched. The injured one seemed to look hungry . He scanned them all quickly and confimed that the Simon character seemed not to have eaten in days. Babel was no medic but he knew after along period like that solid food would be to much for him and would probaly send his system in to shock. A twinge of emotion flared in him pity perhaps he had surcumbed to it befor *thinking back to the lupin creature he had seen earlyer* . He gave in to the feeling after all he wasn't that cold. He reached in to his bag and pulled out two pouches of liquid. He stepped out and approched the one he remeberd being called Alex. He thrust the two pouches in to Alex's  hands and said. " You may find these of help when he's fit enough to eat as I remeber they where desighned specialy for this kind of thing , they re-hydrate and put back all the stuff you lose, there easy going on the system although he probably won't thank me for the taste they leave in your mouth (he nodded his head towards Simon)". He abruptly turned around and started to walk back in to the station.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 27, 2003, 07:57:14 pm
Gorbin stands up, and backs away. He looks at everyone involed.

"Hello, I am Gorbin of the Quester of old things Clan." ha says with a nervice smile.

Gorbin spots a bear with a metal arm.
~This is just to strange.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on July 27, 2003, 08:57:29 pm
Babel hears Gorbins introduction and turns to take in this new character. he she it well whatever it was seemed nervous but concerned over the state of Simon He was about to turn away from them when he noticed Simons weapon. It was a projectile weapon not unheard of but not to common. * Well well now thats an intresting little peice* he thought to himself. *Havent seen one of those since ahh when was it now humph , wonder if he'll let me take a look at it* things like this fascinated Babel. He realised at that point that not only was he stood staring at them but was so lost in thought again that he had started to mutter what he was thinking under his breath. He gave a quick nod of acknowledgement to Gorbin. The others seemed ok after all Simon needed a medic not a mech . It was then that Babel felt something wrong on his arm,His fingers trembled and he had to clentch his fist to stop them. He looked over it the readout gave the message chip pzx2003 has fused due to power spike from section 66o/greybox, *Darn it I fixed that section whilst on Kalgar, must have overdone it when shocking that dam wolf thing. Too much stress to soon I guess have ta fix it* Babel moved off round the corner he started to remove his arm as he went. As he flicked off the switch he felt a sever pain again and he winced. Hopeing he was now out of site of the rest he crouched down and got to work replacing the old chip "
Title: The Game
Post by: on July 27, 2003, 09:02:25 pm
Terastas watched everything like a dog that had been shown a card trick.  He had spent a few lifetimes studying in the Monastery, and nothing like this had ever been spoken of before.

"I'm... I'm afraid I'm not quite following what has occured," Terastas admitted.  "Though if there is anything I can do to help-"

The elevator doors opened at the bottom floor, a group of apparently irritated mercenaries waiting to get on.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 27, 2003, 09:55:03 pm
Gorbin seeing the Simon is being taken care of proceeds to assess himself.

~Mmm, neck is healing well~should do something about the arm~I should feed Flick~

Gorbin roots in his bag, and Flick (looks like a gofer with no legs, and a long tail) climes one of Gorbins arms, and sits its self on his shoulder. Grobin not knowing how this may look to nonHumaphytes, picks off a hand full of the button sized mushrooms (yellow with red spots) that grow in eye caching patterns on his body. Gorgin gives the shrooms one at a time the Flick to eat.
 After Flick is fed Gorbin takes out a needle and thread, peels the rubbery sap from a half moon hole in his top right arm. The top right hand is limp, and Gorbin can now see why, everything has been blown right to the crystal and hard wood bone. Everything is healing up wrong so Gorbin tucks the arm to his chest, and using his bottom right arm and top left arm. He starts to sow mussels (and all) together so they can heal right.
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on July 28, 2003, 01:48:01 am
[Somewhere near asteroid belt]

A5: "Auger Command, Auger Command. This is Auger team 2 reporting. We got the smaller asteroids you requested"

AC: "Good work Team 2. Those asteroids won't fit in the holding bay. You'll have to keep them towed.  Transport formation, we're heading for Eravia."

A5: "Roger, Auger Command. Auger 5 out.
A6: "I hope this isn't too long of a trip."
A4: "What do you mean, I could fly this bad boy all day."


******
[Aboard Auger Command]

Vernon arrived at his quarters, which was more like a closet with a bed and a small table.  He took his belongings from under the bed, mostly small mechanical parts and containers of strange liquids, and placed them on the table. Then after making sure no one could see him, he climbed under the bed and removed a panel from the wall. He pulled out a large bundle of standard issue explosive changes. (He had been taking as many extras as he was allowed on each mission, keeping those he didn't use hidden.) He also pulled out a small package of STGB-80.

STGB-80 was an extremely rare yet highly explosive material. He had managed to acquire some back on Garlomantra. Though he had to flee after an incident the locals there call 'The Fall of The Mountain'.  The asteroid he destroyed was only his second use of the material, so he had still under estimated its power.

He replaced the panel then crawled out from under the bed. He placed the charges and the STGB-80 carefully into his pack. Then packed the rest of his belongings as well.

The fox looked at himself in the mirror, which was really nothing more than a highly polished section of the wall. "Well, I guess this is it then." He said. And he sat on his bed awaiting the arrival at the station.

*****
OOC: For those interested I made a quick sketch of Vernon.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 28, 2003, 03:18:34 am
Trustor replied to Jadnar, “Confirmed Trustor, end COM.”  Listening to Alex concern for the cub Trustor spoke to reassure Alex, “I may not be able to do to much but I was manufactured to heal and bio-engineer.” Trustor continued, “That one thing I can do very well.”

Trustor took the cub as he quickly established a empathic link reading the body signals for any critical injury.  The unusual tree creature’s symbiotic life form had done well at holding the bleeding at bay.  Trustor handed the cub gently for Alex to hold.  Trustor could of really worked on the cub anywhere in any position but things were different here. The individuals here were afraid and yet cared for each other.  Trustor found himself wanting to care this way in return.  

Trustor laid his paws on the cub’s abdomen as he listened to the cub speak, “You don’t attack innocent people do you?”  The question caught the dog a little off guard.  His memories went back to a civilian battle ground as he remembered. marching in standard star formation as the A-7's were laying down miles of scorched earth fire.  A bright flash of auto-cannon fire from within a skyscraper ripped a 7 inch hole through a A-7.  Trustor had lung, tendons, and connective tissue strands already showing rapid growth as the other combat units leveled the surrounding buildings.  At the time he had not worried.  He was following orders for the safety of Karath and his clan.  But looking at the cub made Trustor understand with a uncomfortable feeling.  What about all the others?  Could there of been cubs like this one in places like that?

Trustor answered the cubs question, “Don’t worry you are not in any danger here.”  Taping into his EU pack trustor focused the white streams of energy where he - the cubs body felt injury.  Sped by the converted bio-energy field Trustor manipulated cells with his focus closing wounds in seconds to be replaced by new live tissue.   Trustor smiled rubbing the cub’s head speaking, “You see that wasn’t so bad now was it?”  Trustor activated his scanner and keyed in a organic ID code giving a injection to the cub. “There that should stabilize your body’s electrolyte count enough to start eating.”

Trustor spoke to Simon beginning to feel excitement in the confidence in his seeming personal skills, “That drink Babel gave Alex will do you well to start.”  Nodding to Alex Trustor continued, “Thanks for your help Alex he should be able to stand on his own now.” “Hey! I think I got this bedside manner thing with civilians all down now!”, Trustor said to Alex with a happy smile wagging his tail.  Trustor though of human doctors as his mind rolled with ideas. “Hmm, I have no candy....”, Trustor thought.  Trustor perked up with a seemingly bright idea as he reached into his pack pulling out a small wrapped item.  Placing it in Simon’s paw Trustor continued, “For being so good you get this melting multi-meal suppository treat!”

Trustor finally turned to Gorbin.  I’m Trustor and pleased to meet you even though I do not recall your species.  Do you need medical attention?
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 28, 2003, 04:04:41 am
Ears perking up at being address Gorbin says " Nay, I have it handled" he flecks his hand "females dig scars"

Gorbin kneels by Simon, and with a smile genty pinchs Sluggy.
Sluggy releases Simons arm, and reachs up. ~give treat~give treat~ Gorbin hands it a dried red berry.
As Gorbin is doing this one of his hands reaches to Truster, and gives him a painful hand shake. My people call our selves the Humaphyte, have been known as the Greenys, Forest Walkers, or just the Hooma's.
After speaking Gorbin pucks up the slug, the Slug is giving an impressive show of colors. Gorbin puts the slug on the side of his bag.
"There get some fresh air."
Gorbin asks Truster "How is it you smell familiar."




Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on July 28, 2003, 08:48:45 am
**Jadnar**

"I think we can help by moving out of the way for these people."

I quickly sidled out of the elevator, looking back every now and then checking to see if Terastas was following.

"Some sort of planet has reappeared in the Way Web. By Kalga's reaction, it seems to be It's home planet.. or at least the homeplanet of it's creators. By what I've been able to conclude, the natives of that planet were able to revive their planet from death. I don't know how, or why it was done in the first place, but if these people had the power to bring a planet back to life, then we might have a chance against the Kal'tak after all."

**Kalga**

This ment so much. My creators were successful. They were able to pull it off and bring back the home. I can almost touch it. New, yet old. Familer, home. Like a beacon to all the other planets of the space ways.

I must meet the one that brought it all back, the one that brought life from death. The one like me, but much older. What of my brothers and sisters? Will they all return? Will we all be reunited? Will I be able to mate?

I could sence the happenings within me. The new creature seems to be getting better very quickly. The humaphyte's actions within me was both familer, ancient. Reaching into places long closed, never touched for they were never needed. Places made especially for the creators. Jadnar has never needed them, he was capable on his own.

~I am here, Creator, I can sense you. I can hear you. These many years have been long, and quiet. I am anxious to hear of the world that has been rebirthed.~




Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 28, 2003, 09:46:58 am
As Trustor hands Simon the cube shaped food object, he sits up and examines it with a puzzled look on his face. He put it in his mouth anyway as his hunger was so strong. While eating it, he could taste individual food items. He wasnt sure weather the tastes were those of his home planet, but it tasted nice. After eating it, he started to explain everything.

"As you already know my name is Simon, Simon Lewis. Glad to see someone friendly for a change. Well where do i start. All i remember is that I'm 14. I remember floating in space amongst a ship wreck. I woke up on this planet, the inhabitants seemed friendly enough, but i found out that this group of people were obsessed with protecting their planet. By commiting acts of terrorism. I killed the leader, i didnt mean it honest *sobs* i just saw the lifeless look on his face. After i escaped i ran out of food quite quickly and i was drifting. That was until i ran into Gorbin, who I shot which screwed my wrist up. But im glad hes ok though. And now im here."

After explaining he grabs his head in pain he has a flashback. +On a ship. he was in his seat and these guys with guns ran up to the front. After running into the cabin there were gunshots and a slight jolt. He could feel the ship increasing in speed. After the shots people in masks came out and shot a few people. He looked next to him and he saw his mother, who took a shot in he chest. She looked at him and said that she loved him before releasing her final breath.+

Simon looks down and cries.

"o god mom no. why me WHY ME!!"  :cry:  :cry: ........
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on July 28, 2003, 11:44:02 am
AC: "Auger Command calling Eravia docking station. Request permission to dock."

A6: "Hey command, what are supposed to do with these rocks?"

AC: "Eravia docking station this is Auger Command. Require further instruction regarding the asteroids"
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 28, 2003, 02:29:22 pm
Trustor’s eyes widen at the squeeze shake from Gorbin.  “Yaaawww.. pleased... to.. meet you Gorbin Humaphyte.”, Trustor said rubbing his hand but keeping a smile.  He listened to Gorbin give the names of his race.  He recalled Hooma in a genetic catalog table in one of his implanted memories but did not know if it referenced this individual until he could cross reference on the data net.  “I will have to research your species in detail once I have access to the med base on the data net.”, Trustor replied with a smile and curiosity.  

Gorbin inquired about Trustor’s smell and trustor thought on the answer.  He did not “smell” a familiarity with this creature.  But then his old factory receptors were possibly not keyed to the same chemical responses as this creature.  “Hmm,,”, Trustor deducted responding, “Perhaps we were manufactured by the same company and or on a similar genetic template.”

Trustor pondered until he saw Simon pop the suppository into his mouth.  The nutrition could be absorbed either way he quickly determined.  Simon seemed quite distressed as he related his ordeal.  This was another civilian and we wasn’t sure if the best medical call was interaction or a strong anti-depressant.  They were not in immediate danger so mind altering field drugs seemed a little much.  Trustor replied to Simon, “It’s hard to lose the ones you care about.”  Trustor his eyes showing some understanding and sympathy, “But the important thing is we keep going on as they would have.”

Trustor looked up to the group speaking, “Ok we need to hurry down to the plants surface post haste to discuss our situation.”  The dog continued letting Alex help him herd the group where we all needed to go, “Kalga has provided food for the trip down planet.”  “Eat slow it will help with the pressure changes.”, Trustor remembered.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on July 28, 2003, 06:17:32 pm
When Simon heard Trustors words of comfort he looked at him, and nodded, still with tears in his eyes. He wiped his eye dry and thanked Trustor for everything. Trustor and the wolf then started herding Simon and Gorbin down the corridors.

As Simon was being herded around the corridors of the ship. He looked down at the floor all the time and put his hands in hi pockets as he always did. He pulled a wallet out of his pocket, which contained money and some photos. One of the photos was of himself and his parents. He saw another picture of a grey wolf with blond hair. Another memory came into his head as he felt that he loved this wolf. He tried to remember his name but he couldnt think. There was a few other photos with Simon and the wolf in them. He just couldnt remember him. As he looked at one of the picture he felt indents on the back of the picture. he flipped it over and there was a message on the back.

'I hope we never leave each others side,
love Josh'

The name jogged his memory some more. Simon remembers now. Josh was his boyfriend back on his home planet. He wasnt on the ship when it was attacked, which made Simon feel better. He had to get back to his home planet thats all he could think of doing. With a sigh of relief, Simon put the photos back in the wallet and put it in his pocket.

Simon looks around some more.

"By the way,  where are we going? Is there anywhere i can crash when we get there? *yawns* Man im completely wiped out.".....
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on July 29, 2003, 03:44:34 am
As Grobin is being herded to the elavator.

~ Kalga, I think you should know what has happened to us in the years since "The Renewal". ~
~ Gorbin tells Kalga, of what history he knows about. ~  

As the group arrives at the elevator. Gorbin turns to Trustor.

"Let me get this strait you where manufactured, and are a product of multiple genetic types. If that is the case then that haste to be the reason you smell familiar to me, and Kalga thinks of you as a kind of sister ship. All Humaphyte Biotech is tagged with a tracking sent. Your makers have used Humaphyte biotech in you for some reason. By the way, if I’m smelling right you are aging at a rate that will have you dead in 3 maybe 5 Maharks.  If we ever make it back my home world, a friend in my clan maybe able to give you at lest 20 more Maharks to live a fuller life then though’s who made you intended.  We Hooma’s live and breath Biotech, if you would allow us to help you we would be more than glad to, just to learn from you. "

OOC: Gorbins grass-fur is his nose, Humaphytes can “smell” anything that can be released as a gas. A mammal can’t lie to a Hooma, they can “smell” it, a reptile has better luck. The nose on his face, and a few other things were added to the Humaphyte race over a million Meharks ago to help them to deal with all the nonplant races. The one thing Humaphytes could never do was give Humaphytes psychic abilities, Gorbin needs the spider to speak to Kalga or anyone in a psychic way. Without the spider Gorbin is death to all psychic stuff. Gorbin will not have psychic powers until he is old enf to Reroot.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on July 30, 2003, 04:09:50 am
Alex was slightly awe-struck by this plant-like creature. He watched, Trustor busily examining the small cub. All of a sudden, Trustor picked up the small cub and handed him over to Alex. Also at that moment, someone pushed 2 pouches into his paw. He looked to see the bear from earlier. He recognised him immediately.

"Wait I know you...your Babel. If I remember correctly you were the one who got the omega star operational again. Your reputation is pretty big amoungst the Darvin pilots".

Alex felt the cub squirm in his arms, and proceeded to put him down. It seemed Trustor's treatment had done the trick as the cub appeared to be in perfect health once more.

"Hey, Trustor! we'd better get back. The elevator is bound to have returned by now. Let's pack up and move out".
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 25, 2003, 09:15:13 am
OOC: Aye'yup. I don't like to put my posts so close together, specially with so many people whom are supposedly playing. There are other players, and being the GM'ing freak that I am, I try and let others post before I do. Another one of my games has run into the same sort of hitch as this one, which is sorta nutsy. o.O END OOC
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on July 31, 2003, 03:22:09 am
Trustor gave Alex a friendly smile,  “Yes we do need to hurry.”, Trustor agreed with Alex as he helped everybody onto the elevator heading down.  

Trustor also pondered Gorbin’s words  in contemplation.  He finally replied, “Life...?”  Trustor let the word roll off his tongue as if hoping to find some meaning in the syllables itself.  “What is my full or shallow of life verses a memory?”, Trustor mentioned. He continued, “I have been asking myself that question as of recent.”, Trustor thought and continued, “What is the part of life that is really me?”  Trustor smiled his eyes reflecting a memory, “You see when I’m in great pain my greatest peace is my memories walking the beach.”  “You see it’s on my home world of Karath.”  Trustor continued, “I remember the warm misty air as my bare wet feet sink into the sand, the foam surf swirling around my toes as I feel shells in the sand.” Trustor thought again of Karath, “The breath taking beauty of the northern Karath sunsets.”  “It’s two suns merging into one light of brilliant color.” Trustor smiled with some of his fondest memories, “And I remember the warm steamy nights in bed before my trip with a dear human lover wishing me to keep the space ways safe till I come home.”  

Trustor looked to Gorbin sadness in his eyes trying to explain, “You see in truth I never have seen or been to a ocean.” “I’ve never had bare skin on my feet.” “I’ve never made love to a human.”  “In fact I was assigned to the outer worlds and never even been to Karath my home.”  Trustor tilted his head his eyes a little sad in thought, “You see I was made to be nothing more that what I am... a tool.”  “The memories I have make me very protective of my home world.”  “I have the pre chosen selected memories of dozens of doctors, surgeons, bio-engineers, and chemists.”  Trustor remembered his past, “From conscious awakening I am everything that makes me as efficient a servant as possible.”  “When I look at myself now I am starting to see a... a shell.”  “Since my malfunction I have started questioning my very own existence.”  “But regardless of wether I question, like I was made to do, can there be anything more to me than just THEM.”  “And Is our memories the true gift of our lives give?”  “If so what is my truth?”

Trustor gave Gorbin a friendly smile, “Gorbin I am still in some way Karath property obligated to protect there genetic secrets.”  “My service DNA-S  is comprised in parts of 21 different species.  Most Karath but some traits taken from extra-terrestrials the Karathian’s captured or conquered and have even altered outright to make a better servant”.  “There were benefits and drawbacks to their approach.”  “My metabolism is literally burning itself up.”  “My mental synapse are also slowly being irreversibly damaged over time.  “That is why we are set to auto-expire before we lose our usefulness.”  

Trustor smiles to Gorbin, “It is a good gesture Gorbin.” “But my gut instinct is to refuse.”  Trustor thought a moment and continued, “However... if I should fine some reason I have reason to be alive... that I truly belong to life.. I might reconsider your offer to help.”
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 01, 2003, 07:36:01 pm
OOC: Woof?  Avid gamers where are ye?
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 02, 2003, 01:05:15 am
OOC: I was just waiting for the others to cache up/post.

IC: I assume that we are all still in the elevator.
Gorbin nodes. I had to make the offer, for you see for a being like me it is like watching someone running right past you blindfolded and headed for the end of a tree branch. One has to try to save them. It is your life, (Gorbin gets a tweenkle in his eye.) but could the malfunction be a sine you have been given new orders, and it is up to you to figure them out.
With that said Gorbin gives Truster a light squeeze on his shoulder. Gorbin turns to Alex..
"Hi there" Gorbin reaches out to shake hands.
 Flick all this time has been busily crawling through Gorbins grass/fur. Using its two forearms and very long prehensile tail, it has been eyeing all the other people in the group.
At the time Gorbin reachs for Alex's hand, Flick is tightly rapped to Gorbins forearm.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 02, 2003, 07:16:45 am
OOC: Well, I've been sorta waiting for Terastas... Seeing as he is the only one I've had contact with untill you guys get down here, ^_^
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on August 02, 2003, 09:09:30 am
Alex watched in horror as the little creature squirmed its way across Gorbins body to rest on the arm currently outstreched to him in greeting. Alex reached out, but quickly pulled back.
He then breathed in closed his eyes and thrust his paw into Gorbins.

"H-hello there...it's very nice to ME..eeet...you. Quite a grip you've got there", he said winching slightly. Alex glanced out at the dock and noticed that Jadnar, and the Avari from earlier had returned.




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 03, 2003, 03:34:23 am
Trustor thought about Gorbin’s remarks.  Something about a living plant made him a little uneasy.  Just a little bit ago Trustor and his pack was getting ripped to pieces by carnivorous plants.  He seemed nice enough, both familiar and not Trustor thought.  Perhaps over time he may learn more or this Gorbin, Trustor thought as he watched Alex.  The doors to the elevator finally opened and Trustor saw Jadnar.  “Well I believe we have everybody...  Though the sooner we start figuring out our options the better.”, Trustor spoke to Jadnar helping others off the elevator, “Do our hosts the Avari know more of these Kal’Tak?”.
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 03, 2003, 10:56:50 am
OOC: I'm presuming that the Auger command ship was allowed to dock. And it appears that everyone is in the elevator or on the planet, so I'm guessing the main room of the docking station is basically empty now.

IC:
Vernon walked down the corridor entering the docking station. As he neared the end of the passage, he got a strange feeling that something wasn't right. He cautiously neared the end of the passage, but then was flipped around by the change of gravity. He stumbled a little but then regained his balance. (Vernon was always fairly agile; a good trait for one who carries his load.) He looked back toward the passage and shook his head. Then he caught a glimpse of the Kalga out the window. He went over to have a better look.

"So that's the ship that wants the asteroids." He said to no one in particular, "I wonder what the crew looks like."


Two jackals came down from the ship. When they enter the room, they were both thrown to the floor. Vernon couldn't hold back a laugh. The two jackals got up and walked over to him.

"I heard the captain finally kicked you out. If it were me, I never would've signed you on in the first place." Said the taller of the two.  "The captain should have jettisoned you on the spot." Said the other. "Yes, why haul around useless trash." Said the taller one. Vernon looked at them with a rather disgruntled expression. "Watch out, he's getting mad." Said the shorter, "He might try and blow us up."  Vernon felt anger build up inside him; he had never blown anything up because he was mad. And he really disliked it anyone would dare suggest such a thing. (He always though of explosions as fascinating or fun ) He took a deep breath to calm himself, then replied "I wouldn't have thought the captain would let you two off the ship without a leash." He looked at the locator devices strapped to their wrists, "Oh my mistake, you do have your leashes." He said with a grin.

The two jackals looked at each other. The taller one gave a nod then turned back toward Vernon. He leapt at Vernon, but the fox quickly jumped out of the way. The other jackal was more successful and rammed into Vernon knocking him on his back. There was a strange crunching sound when Vernon hit the floor. He lay there on top of his pack in an uncomfortable looking position. Then he sat up still a little dazed, and he noticed that small wisps of smoke were coming from his pack. Quickly he took off his pack and flung it open. Digging though it furiously, he pulled out a small pouch that was emitting the smoke. He glanced around and threw it into the closest empty corridor, which happened to be the one that lead back to the Auger command ship. The two jackals, not wanting to take any blame, quickly left the room. (OOC: this place does have more then one room doesn't it? Oh well, whatever. IC: )

Vernon looked at the Coordinator, "Can you seal that passage? Quickly?"

Smoke and horrible fumes bellowed out of the pouch into the corridor.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on August 03, 2003, 04:15:40 pm
Alex rubbed his sore paw, as he noticed Trustor looking in his direction. He smiled back and gave a quick wave. After a few minutes the elevator suddered, and the doors opened to reveal the rest of the crew.

Trustor quickly began to converse with Jadnar about where everyone was to go from here. Alex needed a break he was completly exhuasted he felt himself becoming drained, but tried not to show it too much. He wandered off to the side and sat down against the railings breathing deeply filling his lungs with fresh air once again...just like Serifa.
memories..what memories do I have to look back on?
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on August 06, 2003, 04:57:16 pm
As Simon looks up at Babel, he replied to the question about his dad with:

"i dont think you could help me. I just need some company at the moment. My father, and my mother were both murdered right in front of me. We were on a ship, can't remember where we were headed. Then these guys in masks and helmets took over and started shooting. They shot mom right in the forehead right next to me. Dad, who was a cop tried to stop them, but one of them set of a timer on a bomb. Dad ran out and shot at the terrorists or whatever they were, and helped me escape. As he distracted them i got into a space suit. Dad came back, he was shot in the arm. He pushed me into the air lock and released it without saying anything. I got thrown into space by the explosion that followed shortly afterwards. I have no memory before that. Every time i have a memory my brain feels like its being hit with a hammer. I'm lucky i found this ship. Otherwise i would've starved to death. What happened between that and my arrival was screwed up. I woke up at this terrorist base somehow. I dont know weather they were the ones who attacked my ship, i didnt stick aroud long enough to find out. I shot the leader of the group, as i shot him it reminded me of mother. I launched myself into space in an escape pod,which ran out of food after a few days. I lost count of how many days i drifted in space. And now im here. With no one at the moment, i dont know where im from so i cant return home. I miss my friends so much. Especially Josh."

He starts crying again.

"Oh man, why am I in this screwed up mess!"

Babel offers him a flask of tea.

"No thank you. I don't do hot drinks. What were you on about the craziness then?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on August 06, 2003, 07:04:59 pm
Babel listens to Simons story carefully, normaly he wouldn't even have botherd but, The story sounded so much like his own he knew how loss felt. Babel took a sip and tucked the cylinder back in to his coat. He ponder a second and then spoke up.
" The crazyness I spoke of is ending up here with all of this lot. I  was working on a contract for this millatry group, One of there space stations was attacked, never seen the enemy  befor but it was during this my ship got messed up and I end up on that living ship and now here I am heheheh now you know as much as I do"
Simon appeared to be only half listening to him he was disstracted. Babel lowerd his voice.
" Hey kid listen your life ain't messed up, your here now ain't ya. huh well that proves it if you where that bad you wouldn't be here at all."
Babels smile slipped as he went on.
" I tell you this but it goes no further ya here.I don't tell people this but you you I can make an acception for."
He looked sternly at Simon.
" I lost this *Babel holds up his metal arm* and my farther at the same time. The transport I was on at the time was traveling through a sector of space which was being fought over. At the time the transport was neutral we should have been safe. We wern't one faction borded the ship, during the fire fight my mother got seperated from my father and me. We made it to the core of the ship here we had to cross on of the gangways which passed over the bulky machinery to the docking bay. As we did so we came under fire from a bording party. The gangway split we started to fall, I manged to grab the edge in time and catch my father. I was there holding on to him with this arm when one of the scum who where shooting at us uses I don't some kind of magic I guess I had heard some use it. A ball of fire ripped through my arm severing me from it and my father, He fell in to the mechanism below. My arm gone but the wound was cauterised; in a blinding pain I manadged to get back out. I made it through to the dock and my mother somehow. It messed us up after it all it still does now every now n then but here I am still going the best dam mech this side of urr well where ever the hell we are. If your still alive and kicking you can make your way back you'll see kid."
Babel picked up his voice a bit after this, he din't like to dwell on the past to much. Pluse he was getting pain from his arm again *change of topic* he thought.
" Hey umm ya mind if I take a look at that gun of yours always had a thing for that kind. Here *Babel pulls out his staff and hands over the palm sized cylinder to Simon* you can check this out if you like. I just havn't seen many weapons like that about kind of a rarity where im from. What do you say huh."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 07, 2003, 11:17:41 pm
Trustor listened to Alex and nodded, “Here is what I know so far.”  “Kalga got a mental image from the Kal’Tak while we were communicating.”  Trustor tilted his head as he showly looked everyone in the eye explaining in a clear unbroken explination, “Wether this visual image is correct or not depends on the Kal’Tak’s use of information in warfare.”  “Much more information is passed in thoughts than through the senses.”  “I can explain what Kalga felt/saw.”  

“The face given seemed dark and glossy perhaps insectoid though a more armored looking design.”  “A puncturing proboscis and griping mandibles were visible on the frontal cranium.”  “Mechanical implants were also evident on the exoskeleton though there purpose was not evident.”  Trustor continued drawing analysis from his own experiences, “I’ve personally felt their psychic attack”  “The wave pattern is non-mammalian but colony based.”  “Their mental broadcasts are highly amplified like myself a BEFU though the psyche wave is more for attack rather than extending distance communication.”  “This amplified wave pattern lends credence to the fact that these creatures may be manufactured, genetically altered, or highly selectively bred.”  “There emotions seem swayed by a overriding imperative shared/broadcast through their neural cluster.” “That imperative is to force physical contact with other races...”, Trustor paused thinking over the implications...  “To force physical contact with a species dead or alive.”  “But why or where that imperative is coming from I cannot say for sure as of yet.”

Trustor looked at Jadnar, “We are indeed in extreme danger.”  “But how dangerous that extreme can be is our responsibility to find out.” Trustor looked at Alex, “I have physical traits and memories implanted that urge me to counter any danger to the peace of Karath.”  “But I must try and make this decision for me....” Trustor looked at Simon, “I don’t want to see any more get hurt.”  “That is why I think.... I must do this.”  

Trustor looked to Jadnar his expression intense, “We must go back, back as soon as Kalga is rested enough to be space worthy.”  Recalling on past training Trustor continued, “The most important asset in any war is information.”  “There are to many unanswered questions in this war.”  “We may find the answers we need on Repine.”  “If I could perform a full autopsy on a Kal’Tak that could tell us much about them.”

Trustor turned and looked at the others his ears back in worry, “The Kal’Tak forced us together but everyone now must decide a path of their choosing right now.”  “There may be no going back once decided.”  “You can chose to walk away free or you can stay and try to face this with those of us who have chosen to try.”  Trustor stood his ears back, his eyes sincere, and his voice commanding and full of self assurance, “Myself...  I’m going back to Repine.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on August 08, 2003, 04:47:26 am
"So...we're going back to Repine?", Alex said his heart sinking slightly.

"Well I'm sure I can help. As a Darvin I know the planet surface of Repine inside-out. There are a few things I want to investigate myself". Alex then felt his spirits rise up within him once more. Now was his chance to finally find out what the Darvin's government council had been up keeping from the people since they began their Crystalline ore research.

"Alright! I'm going too!"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 08, 2003, 06:19:31 am
Perhaps Trustor had not fully understood what Kalga had given us, but there was a more pressing need then trying to understand that Kal'tak.

"No, We have to get to that Thorn Bush thing. It is what Renewed Their," I guestured towards the plant creature, "world. The Kal'tak Must already know about it now, in their psycic attack. If that Thorn Bush renewal ship can create life, in both planet and sun, then it can very well destroy it. Before Kalga and I approached the Repine station, the Kal'tak were talking about 'purifying' this galaxy. By their actions I think they ment destroying all life. If the Renewal ship is still out there, we have to get to it first, and find a safer place for it. As the Kal'tak would now know of it's location, and maybe trying to find it as we speak."

I looked across the room, a few inquisating looks from the others.

"Of course, ya can't communicate with Kalga. The Hooma, which Umm.... He is." I gestured once more to the plant creature, at a loss for his name, "their planet was dieng, as well as their sun. Thus they created the Renwal ship, and used it to bring back life to both their planet, and the sun. Correct?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 08, 2003, 11:51:16 am
Once the elevator had arrived at the planet's surface. Vernon stepped out and looked around at the beauty that was Eravia. "In a world like this I can't imagine my skills being needed." Vernon though to himself "But with the docking station here, I may be able to find something" He saw a group that was having some kind of meeting. He stepped closer to listen.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 09, 2003, 03:34:50 am
Trustor tilted his head at Jadnar’s words weighing in the equine’s thoughts.  This was not a situation he was used to.  Typical Karathian military protocol would not work in this group nor Trustor now thought maybe it was not the most appropriate.

“I’m sorry Jadnar for speaking in haste.”  “I will assist where I can in securing the “Thorn Bush” vessel from the Kal’Tak.”  “My reaction came from my background.”  “I was concerned by our lack of intel about the enemy.” “A combatant’s best chance at a defense and anticipation of the enemy is knowing all we can about them.”  “If an opportunity arises to study these creatures it may be beneficial to attempt it.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 09, 2003, 08:46:58 pm
"Don't worry about it Trustor. Though I don't think your Military training is going to work here, as it does in your applications. Not everyone here is military.

Quite infact, I don't think everyone is ready to leap into military thinking as that someone that had it trained to them. To instantly leap into a fit of cold blood, and rip another creature's heart out without so much as a care. I'm not saying that is what you do, but that is what some of us could think of your actions as being.

As far as I'm concerned, Information is a whole bunch of over rated rapath. My only care right now is to keep the Kal'tak from causing more damage then what they possibly can. Removing that Thorn bush thing will help that. I don't care where, when, or how. My only care is why. From there, I will find my directives. From there I will do what I need to do. I can't think like you do, nor do I wish to. My emotions have given me my edge that I've needed to get through what this galaxy has thrown at me. It's what took me away from that hell of a world I was born on. It's what made me go with Kalga.

I'm not about to skip what has pulled me through. Your training may very well be useful to all of us, but in my mind, I'm not about ready to apply cold blooded military mindedness to my own mind. No offence ment.

Though I could use all the help I can get, The Galaxy is devided enough as is. That may very well be our greatest weakness, and if the Kal'tak discover this, then we are as good as dead. If we all work together, disregarding cluster war's or differing views and ideas, then we stand a better chance. I hope in the end, we can amass a fleet, in which to strike them, their final blow. Until then, we have to work our way up, Removing the Renewal ship from harm, will have to be our first. We may be Refugees to an impending war, but I'm sure as hell not going to give up, or give in."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 10, 2003, 01:29:52 am
Quote (Jadnar @ Aug. 08 2003, 3:19 am)
Thus they created the Renwal ship, and used it to bring back life to both their planet, and the sun. Correct?"

Gorbin nods with a distracted look.




Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 10, 2003, 02:34:52 am
OOC: Sorry RL has been distracting. Getting ready to move.

IC: Gorbin steps up.( please read description)
"Hi, I'm Grobin of the Quester of old things Clan. My race is very old, and very rare. The oldest of my race can remember the Kal'tak. They where thought to be confined to their own Galaxy, but it seams that they have fond how to travel between the Galaxies. The Kal'tak are not just one race. The Kal'tak is a corrupted religion. Truster is right they want physical contact to try to convert all to their way of thinking. The Kal'tak believe everything has been corrupted and needs to be purified. To be purified is to have every microbe removed form the body and every nonbeliever killed and purified by fire. When the Kal'tak take a world they burn everything to the bedrock. The Kal'tak live in suits there whole lives, they can not live without there dead machines.

I don't want to get in to how I know all this( please read post July 19 2003, 4:51 pm), but I'm willing to go anywhere and do anything to stop them.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 11, 2003, 12:30:37 pm
Trustor listened to Jadnar not interrupting.  He felt the stress of past experiences coming through in the equine’s expressed emotions and perhaps something more regarding the Kalga?.  Trustor did not entirely agree everything Jadnar was saying.  But he respected the equines opinions.

“No offence taken.”, Trustor replied standing tall his brown eyes looking directly at Jadnar,  “I never wish to change you into something you are not.”, the dog continued. “Your experiences and compassion ARE you and serve you well with no need to change.”, Trustor nodded in understanding.  “But as a caring member for you and your friend Kalga my dilemma is to try and protect and not disrupt with my background.”, he continued, “My ‘application’ is not for blindness or to rip any creatures heart out but over all safety though foresight.”  “No offence, just as your emotions to “why” guide and empower you to overcome obstacles, my aptitude for analyzing and pre-planing ask me to take into consideration questions like these:”, Trustor began keying into his computer as he spoke, “What attack forms can we expect the Kal’Tak use against us?”, “What factors trigger their behavior?”, “What is the safest way to defend against them?”, “Does any of there technology or weapons present a special risk to Kalga or one of her crew?”  Trustor put his paw on Jadnar’s shoulder, “I am sorry if I struck a raw nerve it was not my intention.” “But I do feel answering questions like these could possibly prevent more casualties.”  He continued with a knowing friendly smile, “It’s not always easy being in a group of strangers but the important thing is we continue to try and help each other.” “Continue to do what you feel is right and I will add my insight when opportunity permits.”, Trustor shrugged and nodded with a grin.  “Oh here is a image presented by the Kal’Tak”: http://www.whiteshepherd.furtopia.org/game/kaltak_500.jpg , Trustor showed his scanner, “This might be one of the faces of our enemy.”

Trustor looked to Gorbin, “Is this one of the creatures the Quester may have encountered?”
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 11, 2003, 05:38:49 pm
Quote (WhiteShepherd @ Aug. 11 2003, 9:30 am)
Trustor looked to Gorbin, “Is this one of the creatures the Quester may have encountered?”

Gorbin looks at the scanner.

"Yes, there is more of them then any other."
Gorbin looks up caching Jadnars eye. "We need to get something form this planet right? And I think we could all use some rest, I can sleep standing, but I don't think that would work for the rest of us." Gorbin says with a Big smile, and a twinkle in his eye.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 11, 2003, 06:39:07 pm
I looked from Trustor to Gorbin. Somehow the current standing... didn't seem unusual. Maybe I'm just used to the unusual. Talking ships don't come about that often.

"We may very well need that information, Trustor. but I figure that we can find that, along the way, maybe in more of these psycic contacts with the Kal'tak. When they open our minds to them, they open their minds to us. And equally dig in their head just as they can in ours. If we take advantage of that, then we can learn more quicker.

As for why we came here, The Evari brought us here. I was Heading out with Terastas (where are ya? Your active, I know that. o_O) To retrive an EM feild generator. As You may already know, Kalga has many sources of food. EM Feilds I've found to be one of those. If we get an EM generator, then Kalga will have that much more energy to help us along, both in way burst and in tight situations.

Rest I'd highly subscribe to. We'll need it. I think you guys can find such a place that you need when you go out, for right now, I have to get that Gen up to Kalga, and get it setup. I'd recommend that anyone with electronics to sheild them properly, before coming on the Kalga, I'm not sure how the EM feild will mess with that stuff."
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on August 12, 2003, 02:49:14 pm
"Amen to that! I'm pratically falling asleep on my feet", Alex said. "I-I need to lie down. I'm going to go look for a place to crash. I really need to think things through".
Alex moved off in the direction of the town. Maybe he'd gather up some extra supplies while he had the chance.
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 12, 2003, 08:15:13 pm
Vernon walks up to Jadnar, "Am I correct in assuming you are the leader of this group? Forgive me from eavesdropping, but it sounds as though you are embarking on an important mission of some sort. And I would like to offer my services. My name is Vernon" He bows. "Vernon Housetown."
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on August 13, 2003, 09:35:42 am
Simon half listens to Babels story, as he is distracted by his own thoughts of his friends. He was thinking if they would miss him as he was clearly going to be away for some time. He couldnt stop thinking of the incident and how long it would be before he saw his friends again. After babel finished his story he showed Simon his robotic arm. He looks slightly shocked as he thought that sort of thing only existed in the movies.

"wow. thats gotta hurt man"

Simon was starting to dislike this convorsation. He never really liked talking about bad things. Luckily Babel asked if he could look at his gun. Simon was thinking, 'thank god for the convo change'.

"yea sure you can look at my gun. All i know is that is a Desert Eagle, and its pretty powerul, seeing as it broke my wrist after 2 shots."

Babel hands him a small cylinder.

"What's this supposed to do?" Simon says with a puzzled look on his face...
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on August 13, 2003, 08:33:11 pm
"hehehe just hold it out in front of ya lenght wise to yourself and give it a couple of shakes and watch your head" Babel chuckled the kid seemd to pick up with the change of topic he knew that dwelling in the past never did no one no good.
AS he let Simon use his Staff Babel took a look at Simons gun.
"You say it broke your wrist hmm must have a heck of  a recoil"
Babel starts to think
"I might be able to lessen the kick off this If you don't mind me fiddling with it that is"
Babel casts his eye as he said this over to where Jadnar and a few others where having some sort of meeting, He quickly pushed the idea of going over and listening in to the back of his head. For some reason they had all ended up together so for now he was willing to go with the flow. He turned back to Simon " Sorry as I was saying I just have to add this little device and there you go it should take of the kick and no ,ore snapped wrist ok with you?" Babel looked across and saw Simon seemed to stilll be intregued by his staff.
*Heck this guy reminds me of me at times huh strange*
As he waited for a reply he cast his gaze back to Jadnars group * I wonder what in hells name they are talking about though*
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 14, 2003, 02:53:35 pm
"Leader? I'm just the one with a ship, though the ship owns it's self mind you. Your free to join us, though you'll have to realize that it could very well be a risk to your own life. Have you heard of the Kal'tak yet?"

I shifted my stance slightly as I could feel fatigue slowly sliding over me. Though hunger was also of a necessity. I'll have to go into the town, see if I can get one of the food sellers on a bulk deal, there's plenty of people here.

~Kalga, do you think, that it is possible to repair the ships that you retrived? They could very well come in handy in a tight situation, that and the owners may very well feel relieved, and perhaps at better rest.~

~Yes, it is possible for me to do such.I may need more resources to do it, but I can very well do it. I'll repair one of the smaller ships first. The nanites which are natrual in my composition, can download the data from the ship schamatics, and essentially rebuild the damaged areas of the ship in need.~

~Very well, Just don't strain yourself doing it all. You know what is to come, I don't want you to tire out in a moment of need.~

~The protection of those within me always comes first, I will do all I can to protect those that partake in this journy with us.~
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 14, 2003, 09:21:40 pm
"All I've heard of the Kal'tak is what I've heard here. Though, if what I've heard here is true, all of our lives are at risk no matter where we are."

Vernon thought for a minute, puzzled by the statement that the ship owns itself. Then it hit him, "You're the ones from that strange ship that wanted the asteroids! You mean to tell me that ship is... alive?  Fascinating... I thought such things were only of myths and legends."

"Certainly I would want to come. This could be the adventure of a lifetime, I can't pass that up."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 15, 2003, 12:20:52 am
Trustor shouted to Alex, “I'll be coming right along and I’ll buy us a ale!“  Trustor was glad Alex said he was going to stick with him.  Even though Trustor had no clue where he was or what he should be doing, knowing Alex seemed to ease him a lot.

Trustor listened to Jadnar explain the situation to the others and then replied to Jadnar, “You’ve had quite a bit of stress today yourself Jarnar.”  “Perhaps a moment to sit down over a cold drink and warm dinner sounds very nice and could help a lot.”, he continued, “From this vantage point I can see a Tavern-Inn at the edge of that town.”  Trustor pulled out a chip embedded card, “Karathian currency auto converts easily in most star systems and clusters so I can grab the tab.”  Trustor got a sly grin his ears back, “Just don’t go overboard you guys when you order!”  “I’ve been saving but it is a grunts pay!”, Trustor laughed.  “After dinner I’ll order a dedent bed for the little one here.”, Trustor said tilting his head towards Simon.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 15, 2003, 09:02:11 am
"The ship is indeed alive, and thinks for itself. It is it's own master, I am but a friend to it.

You are welcomed to join us."

Turning to Trustor I slowly waved my hand in decline, "I try not to drink, drink is stuff of depression, it reminds me too much of my homeworld. I've got stuff to do, and I can't rest till I'm done. The sooner we are ready to go, the sooner we can go. I don't want to wait, every secound counts."

With that, I headed out the door in a quick fashion, hopeing to get away from the mob. I needed time alone anyways. Things are happening too fast, I need time to think things over on my own.

(Since Terastas is not posting here anymore, I'll just go off on my own to get the little gen thingy.)

**Kalga**

So they wished to get to my brother. Older it may be, I still wish to meet it. The one that brought life back to the world of my creators, to it's creators. It is my master as the creators are. How big is it? How will it think?

I senced the asteroids comeing towards me now. It seems they were successful in getting them smaller. I split myself once again, my body shifting slowly as my smaller self slowly extended and formed and dissconnected from my main self as if It was oil. My main self waited, still docked to the station, as my smaller self went to retrive the asteroids. Suddenly, I could feel the sun against the smaller self's skin. Warming, filling, the light causing the cells to almost vibrate with life.

The Asteroids were gathered, in an uncerimonious manner. The smallerself, opening, growing wider and wider, streaching it's self out, a pocket forming in the front of it, as it slowly drifted and captured the asteroids, one by one in it's pocket. They were collected, and the pocket closed, the ends sealing around them, as the now bloated smaller self headed back to my main self. The Asteroids were already being dissolved by the smaller self as the nanites took them apart, peice by peice. For the past couple of centuries I've been needing more food. My pouch slowly growing. I could feel it nearing completion. I so wished to mate with one of my kind. It had to be soon, or many centuries of work would of gone to waste.

None of them would know, they have never needed to know, but now... It is growing too soon, the hopes of having a chance to meet another of my kind, perhaps I can.

My smaller self slowly came to me, it's skin touching, my mind feeling both sides touch each other, the unique feeling of feeling one's self against themselves. Familer yet unusual. The two parts then slowly worked themselves back together, like oil, melding to form the full whole once again. The asteroids now within me again. I could feel them fill me, supplying me with all that I needed, fuel, skin, my bones, my sences. I could feel within me, again, my mind clearing. I am Kalga, mother, I am of the creators.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 17, 2003, 02:46:19 am
Gorbin steps into what looks to him as a big wooden box. He sees Truster and Alex already sitting at a table.
He again has done something to shock people, for as Gorbin was walking outside the grass/fur covering his body extended about a foot. As Gorbin walked his grass/fur waved in the air like seagrass in water. (The sunlight on this world is much stronger than the sunlight of Gorbin's homeworld, and has exited his fur.)
 "Hey guys" Grobin walks through the crowd, and his fur without Gorbin knowing it is actively touching everyone he passes. He stops a server with a friendly smile. "Can I have a salad with cubed uncooked meat, please...Thank you. I'll be sitting over there."
Gorbin arrives at the table, and sits.
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 18, 2003, 02:27:44 am
Vernon headed in the direction that he saw others from the group heading. As he walked on, he envisioned legendary tales being told in future generations, and that he played a part in those tales. He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

His daydreaming was interrupted, however, when he noticed the table where the others were seated. He walked up to the table smiled and said "Hello there fellow crewmates! My name is Vernon. It seems that I'll be joining you on your journeys." And with that he sat down at the table. He opened a small pouch and dumped out a pawful of various coins and trinkets. Looking at the assortment, he said in a low voice, "I don't suppose any of you know what currency they use here?"
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 18, 2003, 02:43:18 am
Trustor walked over and carefully picked up Simon.  Babel seemed to be having a nice conversation and Trustor spoke to Simon and then Babel.  “It’s time to get a good warm meal and get a good nights rest while opportunity permits.”, Trustor spoke to Simon trying to think what to say to a kid, “Got to get your electrolights up to keep your body strong.”  “Even dogs of war can’t challenge the night on a empty stomach.”, Trustor kidded Simon with a smile.  He turned to Babel and continued, “Your welcome to join us for dinner Babel and I’m sure Simon would enjoy your company as well.”

Trustor printed out a list of equipment and gave it to Terastas, “Here is some medical equipment we could use.”  Trustor continued speaking to Terastas, “Most of it is standard hospital and research gear that could prove useful on our mission.”  “Anything on this list you can provide would be of use.”

Trustor headed out to the Tavern with Simon (feeling it was important the cub get rest soon) and the others wishing to come.  On arrival Trustor scanned his card and ordered a large room with three beds.  He then proceeded to a sturdy wooden table to join Alex ordering stew for him and Simon and a bucket of ale for the table.  Trustor grinned to Alex his tail wagging behind him, “Busy place, I like places with a busy night life.”

Trustor saw Gorbin enter.  So apparently did the rest of the tavern amid stares quiet and the hustle of people not sure what was touching them.  Gorbin asked the server for a salad who looking a little surprised at the new and unusual guest.  Trustor didn’t like the feel of the silence and finally hollered out loud to the server bouncing his eyes brows with a awny smile, “Hey Mr. who’s leg do you have to hump around here to get a salad?”  The silence was broken by a small burst of drunken laugher as the server broke from his fixation and hustled for the kitchen.  Trustor shielded his and Simon’s plates as Gorbin sat down, “Hey glad you could join us!” “You may want to tone down that hair down just a tad bit while in close company.”, Trustor continued with a friendly smile.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 18, 2003, 02:46:55 am
Trustor passed a mud to Vararam.  "Covered tonight.  Welcome to our little party aginst the Kal'Tak.", Trustor grinned washing down some stew and feeling a tiny bit silly.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 18, 2003, 01:59:15 pm
I trudged along the road, moving through the light traffic. Night was slowly falling, the night chilling. I missed these sort of nights. Perhaps the only thing I miss from planets. I haven't seen a sun set for all the time I've been with Kalga.

The monestary soon came into view. It was beautiful. Frills of every sort, colors of every facet. The artiteches were indeed talented.

"We've been expecting you," a voice caught my ears. I turned around to see one of the avari looking back at me, from the path I had just came from.

"How'd you-,"

"You came for the generator, correct? Please follow me."

He turned and started walking towards the monestary. I stood gapeing at him. Scary these people. I quickly caught up to him, but silently walked along with him, as we rounded around the monostery to what looked to be a large garage.

We walked to, and into it, seeing what filled it was breath taking. Electronics, parts, mechanicals, of all shapes and sizes and uses, everywhere. All looked to be in pristine condition. We twisted our way down several aisles and went through many doors, before arriving at a room with large constructs. Moduals of all sorts.

"Here is what it is you seek. Kalga will know what to do of it."

I approached the modual that the man had gestured to, looking at the conduites and metal framings. I turned back to the man to ask him a question, but he had dissipeared.

Well.. I guess I should take it back with me.

Closing my eyes, I reached out with my mind to grasp the generator. I tested it's weight, lightly, then seeing that it wasn't too heavy, I slowly lifted it up. The metal frames, creaking as the weight they held slowly dissipated. Within a few moments, I had it in the air. I then locked it in the air... putting a sort of telekinetic leash on it. I then made my way to find a garage door, which wasn't too hard. I opened, it, and brought my prize out with me, making sure the door was left closed as I headed back the way I came, The EM genarator floating above and behind me, as I walked back.
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 19, 2003, 12:37:01 am
OOC: Just so you know, the character's name is Vernon. I'm Vararam. He's Vernon. Okay? (Don't feel bad though, I didn't catch that the first time I read it anyway)

IC:
Trustor handed Vernon a mud. "No, that really isn't necessary." Vernon quickly scanned the coins and such in his paw to see if he had anything like it. He did not. "But I will accept your offer as a gesture of friendship." He said with a grin.

After having his dinner, Vernon went outside. Some of the others were talking of getting rest, but he just wasn't tired. So he figured he would use this time. Though it was night, the streets seemed light enough, and there wasn't much of a crowd, not outside at least.

He took two small devices out of his pack and began tinkering with them. He attached one device to his belt. Then he walked a ways to find a good spot, and set the other device down. He then walked slowly away from the device on the ground until it clicked and jumped a little. He went back and adjusted the device there. Again he began walking slowly away. This time he went quite a ways farther then before, he sighed and went back over to pick up the device. "It never works at longer distances." He grumbled.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 19, 2003, 02:15:55 am
"Oops, sorry about that." Gorbin quickly rains in his unrully furr.

After some good food, and small talk. Gorbins ear perks up.

In the back of the stage in one corner of the tavern. {Damn it Frank I'm tired of that drunk f##king things up, look at him he can't play. Kerpmen points to the bar.}
 At the bar sits the son of Texas long horn cow, and sweet-talking badger. Dermond is a sight with his belly shoved into the bar’s lip, and his stool made for Elephant traders creaking. Dermond is flanked by two goons one a ferret with bad teeth, and Skunk Dike in overalls that are desperately trying to keep her chest from popping out.  
{ Kerp if we don't let them play they will tare our tavern down.
Frank 'Hun' if we let them play we might as well close up shop now. If people start thinking Dermond and his crew come to this place all the time we will be out of business like Grechens Pancake House.}
Kerp, let’s go of his lovers’ bulldog face, and walks to the Bar.

Gorbin tries to get the attention of though’s still at the table. "Look"
What they see is albino cat, thin as a rail with red eyes filled with grim determination walk to Dermond.

Gorbin tells the people still at the table what he overheard.

OOC: So what do you all want to do.  Please post in "The Game" OOC, By the players. (Forum topic)
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on August 20, 2003, 02:13:38 pm
Alex had finished his food within minutes of it being set down in front of him. Stew was something new to him. "That was great", he said sitting a little further back in his chair.
"I haven't had eaten like that in a long time".

Alex's ears twitched as Gorbin caught his attention. "By the sounds of it this could be trouble. Perhaps we should wait and see what happens".
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on August 20, 2003, 05:39:17 pm
Babel handed Simon back his weapon. "here ya go kid if you want me to tinker with it just let me know Ok". "now time for some grub" Babel made his way to the inn where most of the others seemed to be already. He took a place at one of the tables. He was just finishing his meal *lord only knows what it was * he thought *best not to ask* when he noticed Gorbin gathering everyones attention. Babel could feel a little tension in the air . " Lets all just relax for the moment , nothings happend yet , as Alex says best just to watch for the moment."
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 20, 2003, 05:40:16 pm
Trustor nodded to Gorbin, “Oh yes the stew is very good.”  “In fact it’s my all time favorite food!”, Trustor grinned as he ate.  “In fact all the BEFU’s on Karath love stew.”, Trustor thought as he contemplated.  “What’s really lucky is by chance that’s what  we get to eat every meal there!”, Trustor said a little excited.  “Though this IS pretty good and I have to say the meat and vegetables are a surprisingly nice addition.”, Trustor continued as his tail wagged eating another spoon full of yummy stew.

Trustor then eyed the commotion as he cocked a ear listening to Gorbin speak.  He popped a pack of cards from his shirt pocket and began shuffling letting the cards drop and bounce on the table back into his hands as if the cards were dancing playfully by themselves.  Trustor bent over and whispered to Simon, “It is a fools errand to gabble....”  “Watch and learn what I did in many a long transport run and have a little fun.”, he said with a grin.

Trustor piped up with a loud tone letting the cards bounce from one paw hand to the other as he set his boot up on a chair, “The HOUSE is open for a double hand of cards!”  “Simon my right pawed wild and dangerous partner from the dark fun loving reaches deep space”, as Trustor places his paw on Simon’s shoulder, “has authorized me from his galactic bank the funds for all souls not so timid as to join us in TWO hands of cards!”  Trustor whirred around looking at different customers as he spoke. In the dogs eyes was his hidden demeanor of a playfully bit of tongue-n’cheek mostly for Simon, “Anyone can play even if your broke!”  “Bet salad greens if you like though the more you bet the more you can win!!”  “So who’s in it for two rounds of cards?”  Trustor finally spun to look square in the eyes of Dermond. “Well haus think you’re a player or a sitter?”, Trustor said tail waging with playful emotion.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 20, 2003, 07:03:44 pm
As the night slowly settled, I listened to the night insects making their noices through the crisp night air. If anyone were to care to take a glance at me, they'd of seen an equine, walking along, his hands in his pockets. Had it not been for the very large EM generator floating behind him, it would of looked normal.

I soon came into the town of which we came down to. Night life seemed sparce, but what looked to be the local pub seemed to be in fine spirits, given the lights shining from it's windows, and the varous peoples moving around inside. I then saw Vernon fiddling with some electronics. Looking around behind me, I saw that the generator was in deed still there, and I approached Vernon, my face that of a tired, but comfritable look, as I looked around at the darkining surroundings. I placed the generator on the ground, figuring that no one, besides me or any one else with telekinetics will be running off with it anyways.

"Heya, whatcha playin with there?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 20, 2003, 08:25:58 pm
Before Kerp can get Dermond's attention Trustor makes he’s announcement.

Bink the ferret yells, "Hey, shut your pie hole"
Dermond shoves him to the side, and walks in the direction of Trustor.

Gorbin who is visibly trying to keep yells "I'll play that Game"
He pulls out of his bag a gold plated leaf, and slams it on the table shaking the plates.
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 21, 2003, 12:03:43 am
"Heya, whatcha playin with there?" someone said. It was Jadnar.

"Oh, this?" Vernon replied, "It's a triggering mechanism. It's suppose to trigger when the distance between the two is large enough, but for some reason it only seems to work at close range. I have several, and the first one I used worked fine. But the rest all seem to have something wrong with them." Vernon looked down at the device, "It's unfortunate that I can't compare them to that first one." He thought about it a bit, then realizing Jadnar may not have fully understood he added, "I used it set off explosives. So I don't imagine there was too much left of it" He said wih a grin.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 21, 2003, 02:19:47 am
“Shut your pie hole!”, came a rude whistled reply from Dermond’s down home tooth shy weasel.  Trustor flattened his soft brown ears straight back and sighed softly squinting at Bink and bearing his teeth in a slight smile, “Pies will rot your teeth hun...”

Trustor snapped up a serious composure and taped his scanner patching through to Jadnar’s com (from the players angle a little plasma is siphoned from a container in Trustor’s scanner).  He spoke into his scanner’s speaker, “Jadnar Varnon hurry up and join the game it’ll be fun.”  

Trustor turned to those still seated motioning to Simon, “Place ALL your bets on the table here with my banker Simon!”  “You may bet up to the house limit of 500 credits per hand.”, he continued.  Trustor moves Gorbin’s leaf to the middle of the table, “House credits Gorbin 250 credits for his leaf which he may buy back at end of game with sufficient funds.”

Trustor looked at Dermond and spoke calmly and directly, “Of course guests may bet higher to prove their skill and increase their chance of winnings.”  Trustor cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “So are you game for a hand of cards or feel safer watching?”

OOC: Once Dermond confirms he wants to play (aside from deciding kicking my doggy butt) I will roll for everybody’s first cards and mine.  I will also roll for Dermond and any henchmen that play.  Then you may use the dice roller to keep hitting or staying on this game of black jack (see rules for this black jack in OOC for The Game Players).  Go over 21 and your out and post your history when finished.  Any questions feel free to ask.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on August 21, 2003, 08:06:45 am
"Hmm.. Perhaps Kalga can help you. I'm not much of an electronics person, but Kalga being bio-mechanical, can perhaps do something for you.

~Jadnar Vernon hurry up and join the game it’ll be fun.~

Game? What the hell is a game?

I looked up at Vernon as I heard his name in my head. "Trustor wants us inside.... I think he's in trouble... He said something about joining a game. Is that a fight of some sort?" A worried look crossed over my face as I looked into the tavern, the motions inside getting roudier, and lounder.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 21, 2003, 09:12:41 am
Dermond gives our motly crew a wonce over, and snaps his right hand.
Bink grabs a chair for Dermond. He sits with a creak. Spike pulls out a chair and she sits by Simon giving him a sneer.
Then Spike slides some chips to Dermond.

Dermond says "I got 800 in Plik Chips that says you is panssy butt fool".

Bink shoves himself inbetween, and with breath that somehow smells of garlic and roses says "ya, what he says" In a flash he's on the floor. Dermond says"Go get the stage ready"


Spike the Dike wispers in Simons ear "you cute, after this lets go and I show you what a real man is like."
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on August 21, 2003, 09:51:47 am
Jadnar turned to head into the tavern. Vernon started to follow but paused for a moment when the EM generator caught his eye. He was pretty sure that wasn't there before, and it looked too big to be easily movable. He thought about it a bit, then shook his head and turned to follow Jadnar.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 21, 2003, 02:01:59 pm
Trustor nods to Dermond’s bet and moves it to the middle of the table, “A modest early bet may lady luck favor a smile on you tonight!”
Trustor taps moving back Spike’s breasts (and a bit away from Simon) that heaving WAY over the dealing table, “All first bets placed.”  “All hands must clear the table.”

Trustor shuffles the cards springing them back and forth twice then deals them out to individual players in left to right order.  (Trustor(Dealer):4, Gorbin:11 , Babel:4, and Dermond:5) http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Trustor.html {A33}.

Trustor turns up a 4 for dealer, he deals a Queen(10 points) for Gorbin, a 4 for Babel, and a 5 for Dermond.

“Ok place your bets and call your hit/pass.”, Trustor speaks.

OOC: Players feel free to roll your next cards until you are ready to pass.  Jarnar and Vernon if you guys want in next game let me know and I’ll deal you in.  You don’t need to bet to play if you like. :)

For those who do not know how to play blackjack.  In blackjack you have to try and beat the dealer by having more “points” in cards than the dealer does.  Numbered cards are worth their value.  Face cards (jack, queen, king) are worth 10 points.  Aces are worth 11 or 1 point (your choice).  You may keep calling for cards from the dealer.  But if you go over 21 points you are out of the game.  So you want to try and get as close to 21 as possible without going over.  You may bet each time you get a card and don’t go over.

Here is how we will do the cards. Roll a 1d12. If you get a 10-12 means you got a face card/Ace. Roll a 1d4 (1=jack 2=queen 3=king 4=Ace). It's not a perfect system and doesn't match earth cards exactly. But should be fun.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bluegreenman on August 28, 2003, 11:12:10 pm
Dermond: "21 give me the money."

Gorbin: "21"
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on August 29, 2003, 01:18:11 pm
OOC: Opps.. missed that.  Oh well learning.  However if i/m not mistaken Gorbin got 2 Queens (d12 for 11 - d4 to determine face card 2 Queen) and then your roll for the hit (d12-12 - d4 to determin face card 2 Queen)=20  Unless I missed something.  I did miss a point on Dermon's hand though.  Opps. ;)

Trustor shuffled the deck as he removes a chip and writes 800 Plik adding it to Dermond's bets pile.  "House issues Dermond 2-1 winnings payable at the end of this double hand."  "You of course have the option to continue betting your winnings if you are so inclined.", Trustor said shuffling the cards.

"Last call for the last draw of this double hand!", Trustor said wagging his tail continuing, "Place your bets or call for a hit."  Trustor smiled with a sly grin, "Final call for starting bets only brave souls need apply."
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on September 01, 2003, 12:46:31 am
( OOC: The second hand is starting now, right? If not, this is for when ever it is. )

Trustor called for bidders for the final round. Vernon looked in his money pouch and pulled out a couple of Zivian beads. Placing the silvery beads on the table, he looked to Trustor and asked, "How much would these be?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on September 01, 2003, 02:52:30 pm
OOC: Sorry 'bout the long absence. I've been up North getting better aquianted with relatives I never knew I had. Anyway I'm back...yeah...hmmm...

IC: Not one for being much of a gambler, Alex simply sat and watched the others chipping in.  He looked to the clock on the far wall....Late. He got up and tapped Trustor on the shoulder.

"I'm heading up to the room. Oh, and thanks for the food by the way", he said dashing up the stairs. The hallway was dark, and the floorboards creaked noisily as Alex walked to the room.
As Alex slowly opened the door, there was a quick flash of movement in the corner of his eye.
"Who's there?", he asked sharply....no reply. "Great now I'm seeing things". As Alex entered the room and shut the door, he could hear quiet sobbing. "Simon? What's wrong?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on September 01, 2003, 05:30:12 pm
As the door creaked open, Simon dimmed the crying down to sobbing. He explained to a curious Alex, that he was feeling extremely homesick, that he has dreams, he sees the faces of his friends, but he cant remember where hes from and that he is scared that he might not even make it home. He hands over the picture of Josh and explains about their relationship and that he has no way of telling him and everyone else whats happened. They all thought Simon was on holiday, but that hes in this huge sticky mess. The more deep into the story he goes, the more upset he gets and he starts to cry again, only this time he leans over and cries on Alexs shoulder. He says in a sobbing voice:

"all i wanna do is to see my friends again i have no home to go to. what am i gonna do".....
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on September 01, 2003, 07:00:19 pm
Trustor put his hands on his hips and looked at Vararam and smiling, “I’m not sure of their value but if you like House will put in 75 credits towards your silver beads which you may use to buy them back if you win.”  

OOC: Since I haven’t heard from Bluegreenman since the 28th (I know he moved which is a lot of time/work) I’ll run the baddies till he gets back to keep this moving.  I’ll assume Gorbin is in for the second hand but I’ll wait for his player to draw.

Dermond: Pushes his chips forward, “Your gona be a crying fool dog when I’m done with you!”
                  
Trustor removes his paws from his hips (some player/s standing back from the table may of noticed Trustor wiping a bit of liquid from his scanner on one paw finger) as he slides the bets to the middle of the table speaking, “Ok all bets are now closed!”  Trustor looked around the table eyeing his friends in particular with emphasis as he shuffles, “With bets closed there will be NO handling of chips until house clears each player to take their winnings.”

Trustor Shuffled the deck and spun the cards out the cards (Trustor:5 , Gorbin: 9, Vernon: 8, and Dermond: 7) “Trustor smiled, “Players chose hit or stay?”

http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Trustor.html
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on September 02, 2003, 12:40:23 am
Vernon takes a hit... a six.
He calls for another hit. It's a two.  "16, hmm.... Well, let's try one more. Hit."
Another two. "Okay, I think I'll have to stick with this."

http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Vararam.html
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on September 03, 2003, 07:12:49 pm
I made my way to the far side of the room, taking care to find an empty seat, before sitting down at an empty table.

A waitress floated by, I apprently didn't notice her, when she suddenly broke my concentration, "Well, Are you just going to sit there and stare or what?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing please."

"Oh, so you came into a bar and you don't want nothing. What is this world coming to."

I watched her retreating figure, sounds of quite mutters floating to my ears.

Can't have everything.

This Game seemed to be non viloent, and that my fears were indeed needless. More wasted energy. I really do wonder about this universe. So many people, ignorent and knowledgable. Inbetweens, the people who don't care, those who care, perhaps too much. The greedy and the givers. So many diffrences.

Even those locked in time, the same, they fit in. What of me? I've spent 5 of my years doing, nothing. Only now have I've ever done anything. Yet, I still decide to hang back. Maybe it's the depression of my race that is finally getting to me. My younge age retreating, and the depressed life style and thought pressing in on me. When this is all over, what will become of us all?

Closing my eyes, I let the sounds of the room be absorbed, but not heard.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on September 05, 2003, 05:03:34 pm
Simon looks up at Alex as he wipes the tears from his eyes.  He heard Alex's reassuring words and said "that makes me feel a lot better". He thanks him and as Simon watches Alex flick through the photos. He hears Alex and asks "is this Mitchea a friend of yours? And who are these Kal'tak, ive heard of them in conversations and never actually got what they meant. To be honest i didnt know there was so many other races in the universe."



Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on September 08, 2003, 01:59:52 am
OOC: I was hoping some of the other players would jump in.  But since not for now I will post quickly and see what happens.

Trustor smiles as he shuffles the card.  Here we go!  Trustor deals out the cards to Vernon who stops on a 18.  Trustor next deals to Gorbin who gets a King for a 19 and stays.  “So many good hands!”, Trustor exclaims tail waging and smiles as he continues to Dermond..  Dermond: “Shut up before I kill you now!”  Trustor cocked his head with a smile draws a 5 for Dermond and announces, “Player draws 5 for 12 points hit or stand?”  Dermon’s lackeys drew close to the table on ether end trying to match their bosses stance.  Dermond: “Your going die she-dog. Hit.”  Trustor drew a card from the deck with little notice, “Queen for 22 points player is bust.”  Dermon cracked his knuckles as he brashly pushed his chair back standing up glaring at the dog.  Trustor appearing oblivious drew the dealer hand, “Dealer draws Jack for 15 dealer must draw.”  Trustor drew another card as Dermond reached into his jacket, “7 drawn dealer at 22 dealer bust!”, Trustor said with a grin looking at his cards.  http://dice.furtopia.org/users/Trustor.html

Dermon drew a plasma pistol and pointed at Trustor laughing, “I’m going to enjoy watching YOU suffer.”  “Get my money!”, Dermond shouts to his lackeys.  “What a fool!”, Bink laughs through his teeth as Spike and Bink push through and snatch a arm full of chips each.  Hovering over the table the two do not get back up a strange expression on their faces with a string of drool coming out of Spikes shocked mouth.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on September 08, 2003, 06:00:10 pm
Leaping up at the site of the weapon pointed at Trustor, I focused my mind, and caught their motions, just as it appeared they were struck. Perhaps I shouldn't of held them... the action of being jerked back may not of hurt them as much as it seemed here.

I watched as the two were held inplace, the hand holding the gun, I loosened lightly, pulling the pistol out slowly, floating it away from it's orginal holder, just in case. I held that in the air suspended near the ceiling. I shifted two empty chairs through the air, and placed them behind them and settled the two disabled men into them, the gun still suspended out of reach.

"Why do you fight amongst allies? There is an alien race out there, taking over our galaxy, and all you care about is your money. This is why the Kal'tak will run us all over, this is our weak point. There is no such thing as a united front, in this galaxy."

I glared down at the two figures, before walking out towards the EM generator, the pistol after awhile, suddenly drops down and falls down onto the table.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on September 08, 2003, 09:15:40 pm
The speed at which it all happend swept right past Babrl who was still trying to pick that meal from btween his teeth. He saw what happen next. As th egun clinked to the floor and Jadnars words sank in Babel sat back and couldn't help but give a little laugh. Heheh *its the same where verer you go Jadnar you ain't gonna go setteling everyone overnight. * he thought * Long after that alien fleet has come and gone there will still be squabeling for cash just the way things are* He noticed that his little chuckle had drawn a few scowles he got up slowly yawned and walked to the door. It was far too stuffy in here anyway need a little walk. As he stepped out an to the porch the first thing he saw was the EM generator just sitting there he looked to the side . No tracks only footprints "another of jadnars little tricks humph". He used the scanner in his arm to give it the once over. "Seems ok he mutterd needs a little work but not bad" he mutterd under his breath". "Now a little walkabout befor I turn in I think". He stood for a minuite mulling over thoughts *dam those idiots that attacked the base, why did he feel the need to stay with them all he could just walk away but no, That poor kid he felt a bit for him, and jadnar what he does comes to close to well magic if ya for my taste8 He found a step to sit on for a bit he seemed to be forever lost in thought recently tonight no exception. He sat and listend to the sounds around trying to clear his mind.
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on September 11, 2003, 05:19:52 am
Alex put the camera away, and turned to Simon. "No. Mitchea is no friend to me or the Darvins". Alex got up and gazed out the window at the night sky.
 
"He's one of the DGC's (Darvin Government Council) high ranking men. Back on Repine it was his job to...silence anyone who spoke out against the council.
He also headed a lot of their research into crystalline ore. This ore's properties are unknown to us, however from information gathered it is a highly volitile substance. Some say the ore itself stores an incredibly powerful essence that many refer to as way. That's all I know".

From his perch, Alex caught sight of Jadnar leaving the bar, and heading back to the Kalga. He whistled loudly at him to try, and catch his attention. "Hey Cap'n need a hand?"




Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on September 11, 2003, 01:30:20 pm
I paused in my tracks slightly at the sound of a whistle then a voice yelling out to some captain. Must be someone else.

Reaching out to the EM Generator with my mind, I lifted it up and slowly manuvered it through the air as I walked.
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on September 13, 2003, 02:55:56 am
Dermond: Noticing he was held shouted, “What kind of freak show is this?”  “Spike!” “Bink!” “Kill all these freaks!”

Noticing his companions were doing little but drool Dermond listened to Jadnar speak and snapped back, “Allies?”  “You’ll be dead before I spit your name again!”

Dermond watched as Jadnar turned to leave.  The pistol dropped to the table and Dermond made a brash grab for it to look surprised as he touched the chips.  Hand still partially around the pistol Dermond fell back onto the floor as in unmoving a daze.

Trustor: “Got to obey the rules boys no hands on the house pot.”, Trustor said with a chuckle then grinned, “Especially when said chips have come into contact with a paralysis compound.”  Trustor hit a button on his scanner and produced a aerosol that he sprayed over the chips.  “Chips are now safe to handle.”, Trustor said then with a playful snap of cards, “Winners may now take their fair winnings!”

Trustor looked at Jadnar quietly leaving like a shadow that is not often seen.  Alex tried to get Jadnar’s attention but the equine seemed to perhaps of missed it?  Trustor’s ears went back with worry. Something felt wrong.  Jadnar had yet again began to separate himself from the others.  Trustor knew Jadnar may not be very social by nature.  But he was still worried about the equine.  Trustor leaped up and darted to the door catching Jadnar leaving with the generator.  The dog put a paw on Jadnar’s shoulder, “Hey I feel you really need to come back inside.”  Trustor nodded as he continued, “There is something important you have forgotten.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on September 13, 2003, 11:02:24 am
I paused when I heard foot steps run up to me, and flinched as the paw landed on my shoulder.

“Hey I feel you really need to come back inside.”  Trustor nodded as he continued, “There is something important you have forgotten.”

"What? Was I supposed to kill them?" I let my voice roll out without emotion. I felt I had non left in me to let it sink into my voice, "Maybe help along the Kal'tak. Maybe the Kal'tak are right, this galaxy needs to be cleaned. It's dirty as is, god damn filthy."

Reaching up, I slid the paw off my shoulder, turning around, glareing into Trustor's eyes my eyes burning, "Maybe I should of left you all on that damn planet and let you all burn."
Title: The Game
Post by: Yip on September 13, 2003, 11:31:32 am
"Winners may now take their fair winnings!" Trustor said before leaving to follow Jadnar.

Vernon wanted to follow but was unsure how long Dermond and his lackys would stay dazed as they are. Cautiously he went over and took the gun from Dermond. "Don't think you should have this when you come to."

Vernon took his winnings from the table. Then he moved over toward a window to try to see what was happening outside while still keeping watch in case the paralysis compound began to wear off.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on September 14, 2003, 07:28:21 pm
Babel heard the door of the bar open and saw Jadnar start out . Moments later he was stopped by Trustor . He heard them speak and then he heard Jadnar say.
"Maybe I should of left you all on that damn planet and let you all burn."
Babel couldn't listen any longer he got up and came round to where they where stood. He steped up to Jadnar.
"And what would that of acheived your right this little galaxy is dirty as you say but who ever and where ever in it it is our home. WE scratch out our existence here well to you they may seem petty we don't care . We would fight the Kal'tak with or without you . You choose to help us at that point I don't know why im sure you had your reasons . But from what I have seen of you and your ship you could be of greater help I think in the future. If you think we're so pathetic and unworthy then fine go your own way after all you where a nobody to me until you showed up how great does that make you . But something caused you to help back there  so why the sudden change of heart we're still the same whats changed. I don't like the idea of a war but it seems one has started I for one would like to see it stopped befor any more pain is spread *Babel rubs the top of his metalic arm.* Now im sorry we offend you but you seem to know a hell of allot more than the others in there so if there is anything left of the force that drove you to help earlyer still left in you then do it again."
Babel steped back suddenly his brain engaged and he realised that he had just steped up and shouted at a person who could lift a ton easily. *Nice one dumb butt * he thought  but he had to war was something Babel had hated since childhood and the cause of all the loss in his life. He never wanted to see that again. He looked at Jadnar again the thought *never trust those who use that magic stuff * echoed in his head as Jadnar and Trustor looked back at him for a second.




Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on September 15, 2003, 03:29:52 am
As Trustor listened to Jadnar’s anger his maw dropped open in surprise shock ..  Before he could respond the bear Babel gave Jadnar a perhaps a well deserved piece of his mind.  A bit stung by the words it was still Jadnar that Trustor was worried about.  

Trustor feeling almost embarrassed to say what he wanted to say, “Well... I was going to say you had forgotten your get your “smile” and “live”.  Trustor though not a very big dog looked straight into Jadnar’s burning glare letting the equine look back into his brown eyes and perhaps feel his sincerity.

“Maybe the Kal'tak are right, this galaxy needs to be cleaned. It's dirty as is, god damn filthy."  A warning flag went off in Trustor’s brain.  This was not the normal thoughts of a creature that valued the protection of life above other values.  Perhaps the Kal’Tak were affecting to Jadnar’s psyche through his link with the Kalga... that or he REALLY believed Trustor to be one blood thirsty dog after cards.”  

Trustor started to sense for the Kal’Tak’s influence.  He would need just a moment without having physical touch with Jadnar.  There were things he needed to say and now was the time to do it.

Trustor continued speaking exploring Jadnar’s eyes, “Take a careful look around you in this room.”  “As easy as it is to treat life like a number when killing it is just as easy to do the same when protecting life.”  “One life saved, two life’s saved, three life’s saved.”  “I’m sure you have the entire cluster counted out.”  “But what is life?”  “Do you understand why you are saving it?”  Trustor continued quickly trying to make his point, “When a million to be million mothers kiss their little cubs good night and the feeling of love in that moment lives with them the rest of their lives.”  “The laughter of countless children playing for the very first time.”  “The feeling of love as if it will last forever when two embrace.”  Trustor tilted his head, “The ability to laugh and share friendships at a brief moments rest before the uncertainty of going to war.”  “Do you see this?”  “Part of what makes life so special is the feelings we all share.”  Trustor slowed down a more serious and concerned tone in his voice, “Now look at yourself.”  “Your soul has a inner beauty and a profound vision from seeing truths through Kalga’s eyes.”  “Now turn your eyes in on your own life and ask yourself if you are a number.”  “What Kalga see’s is wonderful but it can’t be all there is to you.” Trustor spoke with concern, “I’ve yet to see you smile.”  “You are caring and genetically a social pack animal yet you seem to avoid contact of other mammals.”  “Your friendship with Kalga is a good thing.”  “But perhaps you need something more along with it?”  Trustor turned and raised his arm to point into the inn at the table, “There is always room for another friend to share some life and smiles.”  “Who knows you may find yourself happy if you dare let us in?”

Trustor then motioned to Dermond’s gang, “They tried to cheat and got caught.”  “As far as they are concerned they just got paralyzed for a short bit when they touched the chips.” “I’ll give them a injection to clear a days worth of memories.”  “Then they will wake up the following morning feeling a hang over.”  “But don’t worry.” “They will be and their original charming selves though a bit fogy on the details.”  “That should keep the inn keeper safe from revenge.”
Title: The Game
Post by: Jadnar on September 17, 2003, 01:14:00 pm
At Trustor's discription of what he knew to be the many worlds, I felt my own tears start to well up.

"The many children of my homeworld do not even know the meaning of happiness. They don't know comfort, or fun. We work, to our dieing day we work or lives to death. There is no compassion, no warm stories nothing. I had never heard of the word 'game' before you mentioned it. I feared it to be another fight, another form of torture."

The EM generator suddenly fell from the air, crashing into the ground heavily, "As far as I'm concerned, the things on my world are the same for it all. for this whole entire universe. I don't care anymore."

Closing my eyes, I imagined the place that I had spent my last 5 years of life. The stars, their darkness. The emptiness. Expanding far beyond my eyes. I felt a coldness run through my skin as I felt my mind searching outwards.

"Good bye, take care of Kalga."

With my last words, I dissipeared. A simple woosh of air as my dissiperence left an empty space of vacume quickly replaced by the surrounding air.

I appeared suddenly in the place I imagined. The deep casums of space. The sudden cold. Then nothing. Nothing. My body to forever drift among the stars, forever.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on September 17, 2003, 04:47:35 pm
As Alex shouts out of the window, Simon gets up to look at who hes shouting at. The captain of the Kalga was looking around. Simon figured the captain thought Alex was shouting at someone else. Soon after this he heard raised voices. He didnt want to see another fight, but he couldnt look away. Simon couldnt make out who was saying what, or even what they were saying. And after that the captain mysteriously vanished.

After this Simon was so full of questions, he dashed down the stairs, out of the door and ran up to Babel and asked

"what the hell do you think you were doing i didnt want you do get in another fight! what happened out here! i cant stand the fighting any more!"

as he shouts tears start filling his eyes up. he runs to Babel crying and starts hitting him in the chest lightly.

"you butt hole! why did you do that!"

Simon falls to his knees and sobs...




Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on September 17, 2003, 07:19:20 pm
Babel was shoocked by the sudden dissaperance of Jadnar. Befor he really got hold of himself to ask Trustor what the hell had happend Simon ran out the door and started to hit him. He fell infront of him sobbing. He knelt down to Simon.
" Simon " he payed no attention
"SIMON LISTEN" he shouted
Simon looked up shoocked. Babel hused his tone again
" Listen Im not gonna hurt ya I don't know why Jadanr has gone exactly but it was HIS choice ok you hear me kid. Don't belive me if ya want but I have no reason to hurt him or drive him away if anything I was saying we needed him. What was said here needed to be but there was no fight now calm down kid calm down. " Babel moved across to Trustor
and whispeard to his ear so Simon couldn't over hear
" What the bloody hell just happend I thought he was just ticked off I didn't expect him to do a vanishing act, . " Babel clutched his forhead in his metal hand and let out a sigh. " Trustor looks like he left the ship in your care for now so I suppose what ever we do now you seem to be in charge I guess" Babel turned back to Simon again and spoke up " You Ok kid I think we're gonna need help moveing this thing "Babel pointed to the EM Genarator.  
"Think you can give me a hand finding something?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on September 18, 2003, 12:23:43 pm
Oblivious to Alex's call Jadnar began to walk on. "Guess he didn't hear me". At that moment Trustor ran out and caught up to him. Simon stood next to him as they looked out the window.

Seconds later, Trustor and Babel came out after him. Although Alex couldn't hear the conversation, he could tell something was wrong. The crash of the generator echoed through the street. A grim silence followed, and Jadnar began to fade away.

"What the!?....he vanished", Alex said confused. Simon then quickly jumped up from the window, and ran from the room. "Simon wait!!", yelled Alex following him quickly. Once outside, Alex looked around...Jadnar was gone.

Alex walked towards the others, and stopped next to Trustor. "He's gone", said Alex quietly. "Why did he go?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on September 18, 2003, 01:39:46 pm
Simon looks up with shock when Babel shouts at him. His comorting words reassured Simon and he started to wipe the tears from his eyes.

While Babel was talking to Trustor Simon got up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He walks over to Babel and says:

"look i'm sorry about that. i just dont like seeing people fight. And to be honest i was concerned for you as well. you were really nice to me and that vanishing guy looked like he could lift a ton! i didnt want to see you get hurt even more thats all."

Simon looks around at everyone else.

"so... does anyone actually know what happened im so confused?"..
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on September 20, 2003, 09:34:04 pm
OOC: I've had some time to talk with Jadnar.  Due to RL life he will be quitting the game at least for now.  We can either put it on hold or I can continue it.  Just let me know what you would like to do.  WS
Title: The Game
Post by: Zero on September 21, 2003, 05:12:19 pm
OOC:Well I'm willing to go on further with the game, if you want to WS. Let us try and continue on and see how far we get.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on September 22, 2003, 01:19:28 pm
OOC: im willing to go on as long as every1 else is!
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on September 22, 2003, 06:47:27 pm
OOC no problem well back you up WS lets see how far we can go with it ok.  :D
Title: The Game
Post by: Running_Wolf on October 17, 2003, 04:11:26 pm
OOC Let's keep this going! It's a sweet idea WS and I wanna see where this ends up.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on October 27, 2003, 06:18:12 pm
OOC: ok i think this has been put on hold for way to long. can someone start again. jadnar doesnt seem to be coming back for a long while.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on October 30, 2003, 04:11:55 pm
In the far night distance, a shadowy figure approaches quietly. It isn't only till 5 minutes within it's entrence into the atmosphere, did the sounds of the engines begin to sound. Soft, easy. Almost like the purr of a kitten. A high pitched whine accompinied it. You couldn't really see it to easily, if at all to begin with, it's hull being a mirror to anything and everything. The night supplying nearly no light gave stealthness to the small fighter's approach.

The pilot inside the fighter throttled the systems down, disengaging the main drives, and prepared to settle the fighter into a clearing. It wasn't to big, but all the more reasons to have the wings tuck back. The fighter's gears slid down their deployment too being nearly unseen. Then uncharateristically landing lights activated. A small Flood light spilling light onto the landing grounds as the fighter approached slowly.

A slight jarring told the pilot inside that the fighter had touched down, as the gears slowly compacted slightly under the weight of the fighter. The engines slowly whined down to a near deadness, the light's flicked off and the canopy flipped open.

Out jumped the pilot. Human seemingly. No fur, no animalistic charateristics. Neither was his fighter all that alien. Quite similar to the atmospheric fighters. A product of hasty jury rigging and sped up desgins. Though it was one of the best his race had to offer.

The human took a small pad out of his pocket. Switching it on, it spilled an eiry blue glow onto the human's face. He tapped at the screen quickly as if he knew the whole thing like the back of his hand.

"Oh, come on. There has to be something from command, at least the fleet. Not even a beacon. Where the hell am I? This doesn't look like home! How the hell did I get here?"

Turning off the pad and stuffing it away. The pilot then began walking towards the area where the computer had indicated something of a village. Not densely populated. It was also close to the base of the odd structure that led up to space.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 02, 2003, 06:12:22 pm
( Hey hey seems were back on line here excellent
OK ANYONE ELSE OUT THERE STILL WANNA PLAY??? speak now I suppose coz its the only way this is gonna work again  :) )

Babel looks around the stunned faces at the comotion that had just gone on he turns away " I suppose we gotta move this then" looking at the generator. He looked back at the door wondering what the others had heard and where doing.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 03, 2003, 11:58:46 am
Simon walks up and stands next to Babel. He looks up at the towering bear and says:

"Yea i guess we gotta move this to get that thing working again, I'm in, who else is?"
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on November 03, 2003, 03:42:20 pm
Ok I'm in.  ;) *tail wags*  Lets give this another try. *pulls lawn mower string* *putt* *putt*
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 03, 2003, 04:10:43 pm
After a bit of walking the human found a few lights through the trees, and some sort of clearing from the woods. The lights soon resovled to be windows, the soft glow of yellow light eminating from them. Wooden buildings... like buildings of long ago. It was like stepping back in time. Though the thing that caught my eye was a large mechanical looking object. Around it stood some odd creatures. I figured it was just the light playing with my eyes.

On approaching the small group I soon saw that the light wasn't playing. They where.... large animals.

I stopped in mid stride, gawking at the creatures. Like something out of a story, like what little kids read. But here they stand, like.... they were real.

The only words that escaped from my mouth were, "Oh.... my god."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 03, 2003, 04:11:27 pm
(( Connects the electrodes to it raises the antenna whoosh a lightning bolt travels down and into the game   " hahahaha its alive its alive hahaha"  the plot twitches)) Well it has been on hold for a bit Would anyone mind if i ran a campaighn thread on the main disscutions board might get a few to have a look our way )))

Babel looks down at the kid
"say you wanna go inside the bar n se if anyone there can lend a hand ok." Babel starts to poke around in the genarator better give it a check up by eye as well as scan can't be to careful with these things. It was at this point the proximity scanner in his arm picked something up and he heard a few words filter though to him . He moved back and saw a good way from him a figure he couldn't make it out to clearly but. He yelled in it's Direction
"Hello there "
" Friend or foe" not that it matterd to him at this point.




Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 03, 2003, 04:29:12 pm
My God! They talk to! I'm asleep. That has to be it, I'm asleep. How do I wake up?

I was nearly overtaken by the need to run from these fantasies. Creatures that shouldn't exist. Not in anything similar to that of animals on our planet. Then questions started to come. Why are they here? Why do they look like animals? Who were they? I have to be on an alien planet, but how did I get here? Where am I?

I took a look around me, seeing what was around, but there was nothing except the old fashioned cabins, the large hunk of metal and the creatures.... whatever they were.

I slowly walked forward, taking each step tentativly. Do I treat them like animals, or humans? Do they think like animals? I stopped, wait a minute... they spoke my language. What has happened to me, This is impossible. I am so dreaming. If this is a dream, go with it. That's the only way to do it, yes. They can't hurt you, they are figmeants of my imagination, that has to be it. It's the only way to discribe the situation.

And so I walked towards them, with a small candle of faith. I am dreaming and that's all. I am dreaming, and they can't do anything to me. This place doesn't exist.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 03, 2003, 04:47:31 pm
Babel watched carfuly he heard no reply from the figure befor him. It then started to to walk towards him. Babel no felt real unsure as it came close he saw it looked non to familiure like no race he had encounterd befor. He saw it looked a little confused " Hey hello there can you understand me whats your name ?. " He shouted out again and listend for a reply. This guy ( if it is a guy ) seems out of his mind . Babel put hjis hand in to his pocket and put his hand around his pocket staff just incase.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 03, 2003, 05:37:32 pm
Simon does what Babel says. He runs to the bar and asks a crowd of strong looking beings, which ranged from foxes to bulls if they wanted to help move a large generator. All but one of them ignored simon and that one approached him. Then out of nowhere this wolf that approached him just hit him for no reason, the crowd laughed and something seemed to snap in Simons mind. He drew his Desert Eagle and pointed it at the wolfs head, there was a lot of noise as the crowd saw this, but the wolf waved and they all sat down, this guy seemed to be the leader.

"Who do you think you are you little bastard?" the wolf asked

Simons rage was building up

"Well what'd yo hit me for asshole! All i asked was for some help!"

"I hit you because we dont do favours for little kids like youself"

As he said this, Simon lowered his gun and walked off, he headed outside and then the wolf threw a glass at him. This made Simon loose it and he turned around and shot the wolf in the hand, as he saw the blood, it reminded him of the attack. His mother flashed before his eyes and he dropped the gun, collapsed to his knees and looked at the gun on the floor, silent, motionless....
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 03, 2003, 06:00:37 pm
At the sound of the only familer thing in my mind, I whipped out a small pistol from a holster, and quickly pointed it at the bear like creature. I don't care if this is a dream. Training kicks in anywhere. Before I new it I was ready to pull the trigger. The weapon whining in my hands.

"Look... I don't know who you people are, or what the hell you are, but I only want to get home."

Then something clicked. I saw a smaller creature, maybe younger, run off towards one of the buildings. That's where the gun shot came from. I decided to head that way. Slowly.

Keeping my eye, and pistol on the bear, I stepped sideways and slowly headed towards the building. On reaching the building I saw the small creature, more light this time, but now, there was actually a whole room, in broad light, of these creatures. I then saw the weapon, Archaic, ballistics style. Well, not too old, but still a bit older then the phase pistol in my hand. Wait.... Don't pay attention to the gun, pay attention to the holder. Wait a minute, what about the people outside. Damn, I'm not paying attention. This maybe a dream, but I would rather have a nice dream rather then a nightmare.

Though it was already getting there.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 03, 2003, 09:23:43 pm
At he sight of the gun Babel froze " Woah there easy now holding his hand up. " Im kinda allergic to gun fire"
He let the man pass looking closely at what was being pointed at hi,. *basic pulse pistol * he though *cant disable remotely dam*. He watched him cross to the door seeming to follow the kid. * Oh no you don't not gonna be harming him * he thought, and he dropped his hands.
" Just who the hell you think you are pointing that thing at me !! " he shouted walking VERY slowley towards the character . " Hey you leave that kid alone ya hear " Still approching slowly with a simple thought comand he charged his arm to full hopefully deliver enough puch to knock him flat out for a bit. As long as he could get within touching distance. " HEY IM TALKING TO YA SLIME BAG !! " All the while slowly walking towards him as he was distracted .
Title: The Game
Post by: WhiteShepherd on November 04, 2003, 12:07:16 pm
Moved on request.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 04, 2003, 12:50:23 pm
Simon regains himself and runs out of the bar among the other buildings, he finds himself in a room, slightly lighter than the outside and sits down there, staring at the gun, he hears slow footsteps approaching the room, he looks up and sees another being of somesort, this guy seemed to lack fur and looked completely alien.

"errr... what do you want?" Simon stutters...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 04, 2003, 02:45:15 pm
"Look... Umm.. People. I don't want a gun fight here... If you would just see it from my perspective, I've just appeared here, out of some unusual circumstance. One moment I was fighting aliens that came out of nowhere, the next I find myself in an alien.... solar system. Animals running around... ummm people that look like aliens er.. animals... and they are speaking my own language... This is scarying the crap out of me okay? Now... Umm.. I'm putting my weapon down. I have no want to hurt anyone... just don't hurt me. I'm currently very lost, confused and I'm bound to react to something in a very adverse way. Okay?"

Oh ya, that's right, pull your weapon out infront of a bunch of aliens.. animals, whatever the hell they are. Look... this may be some sort of first contact. No... wait a minute. I was fighting aliens. We don't know what they look like, maybe I somehow found a way into their area? Are these the aliens? Oh my god.... I'm in enemy territory. Though why aren't they attacking me? That bear thing had that robotic arm, maybe that's a weapon, and I just didn't see it.

Damn it, I'm looking at a whole diffrent culture here. I'm alone, except for perhaps my fighter, but I would consider that a comfort. Okay, okay


I took a few breaths of air, and slowly backed out of the building, slowly holstering my phase pistol. I turned around to see the forgotten bear creature. Its arm raised up towards me.

crap

Okay... calm down. See if you can talk your way out of this.


"Look put the um.... arm down, please. I don't want to fight. Please, just go and help that little creature, er, um thing, I don't know what the hell it is, just go help it, damn it. Leave me alone!"
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 04, 2003, 03:10:18 pm
"Its ok. i have no intent to hurt you, i never intended to hurt anyone. Its this damn guns fault"

Simon gets up and throws the gun at the wall, smashing it to pieces.

"ive had enough of it. ill get by. im like you, i just wanna get back home, i stick with these guys cuz they helped me and i dont know when ill get home, if i ever do. theyre all friendly seriously"

Simon looks behind and he sees Babel raise his hand to the other being.

"No Babel dont, hes just lost and he wants to get back dont hurt him!"

Simon runs over to the mysterious life form.

"soo errr... who are you and where are you from, Im Simon. Nice to meet ya"

Simon extends a friendly paw...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 04, 2003, 03:20:32 pm
The situation was just growing worse and worse. These people, things, they are insane. I wanted to just break down then. I felt so alone, lost, I wanted to scream. Let out my anger and confusion, dissolve all these nightmares with my weapon. Make them go away. What do they want?! Why don't I wake up?!

Just keep going with it, it won't last forever. Treat them like people. No, wait they are the enemy. They'll try to fool you, break you. They are interigating you!

"You won't get anything from me! I'm not going to die pitifully while you play with my mind. I won't let you! I am Lieutenant Commander Alexander Rico of the American Space Navy. Commanding officer of the 511th Raven Claws. ID number 1893-alpha-bravo-wiskee."

The interogation training kicked in like a kick to the face. I didn't even know it happened till it did happen. I quickly snapped to position of attention as I resited what I had been told to do.
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 04, 2003, 03:29:46 pm
Simon looks very confused by this, beings behaviour.

"Its ok i wont bite. We dont wanna hurt you. And this isnt an iterrogation you can speak normally. See me bust my gun up? no more weapon ok?"

A memory comes back to simon, hes in a biology class doing a project on 'Humans' he thought to himself

"Hmmmm... arent you a errr Human? I did a project on them at home in biology class."
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 04, 2003, 06:17:05 pm
Babel Heard Simon shout out he lowerd his arm. The creature lowerd his gun . He watched Simon talk to the creature offer his hand to him * dam he thought why can't I be that trusting*. It seemed confused almost lost in itself. It then began to speak
"Lieutenant Commander Alexander Rico of the American Space Navy. Commanding officer of the 511th Raven Claws. ID number 1893-alpha-bravo-wiskee."
Babel had heard this befor he had been to enough military establishments in his time .
" No ones going to screw with your head " He said letting the charge in his arm disipate
It was when Simon spoke something made sense Human he said. His father had told him about a race called themselves that but they had little to nothing to do with them left them to there own devices. So what the hell was one doing out here he wanderd. Still if he was in the millitary all they where gonna hear from him was his name rank and number. He seemed to have been attacked though same as them. * ahh crap its all going weird again* he thought to himself.
" If your not a threat to us or the kid then I don't care what ya do " And with this he turned and went back to the Generator at least mechaniques was one thing he could get to grips with. Simon would be bette to deal with him he thought more a people pearson was that the term for it he idely thought.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 04, 2003, 06:39:27 pm
What? They... did projects on humans? What are we then... Are we their version of animals?

At the bear creature's words, I suddenly relaxed. He lowered his arm and walked off. These people seemed to have seen alot. Enough that a kid would start trying to fire shots at people. Either that they are all uptight. About what though? Are they really my enemy? They know what I am, but they make no move to kill me. Perhaps, these people are good? I can only trust them for now, I guess.

I turned my head towards where my fighter was sitting quietly at a fair distance away. I wanted to go back to it, to sit in its familer cockpit. But I need to be here. I turned my attention to the little one, assumedly a kid.

"I am a... uh.. human. What... what are you? You look like an animal, from my world... Where am I?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Kale on November 05, 2003, 07:20:41 am
Kale Reclined in the bucket chair of the corvettes bridge and talked idly with his second in command &#8220;You do know if this works, we will all be famous, imagine all of the planets out there that we can discover, all of the new life and new civilisations&#8221;
The commander smiled back, and Kale thought Im gonna have to ask her out when this is over  Seeming to read his thoughts the young otter said &#8220;If this works, im paying for dinner at the mess tonight&#8221;
Kale smiled, and turned towards the cockpit window again, taking what might be his last ever look at his home world, the green and blue hues of the huge forests and the great brown smudge of the sallek wastelands. The clearance tower flashed green and the radio blared out &#8220;Commander Brennan, You are good to go, activate the hyperspace drives at your discretion.
Now was his time to shine, the very reason why he had been picked for this mission. Concentrating, he slipped into the ships computer, becoming it, seeing the universe through the multi layered imaging of the sensors, feeling the quiet burn of his engines as he began to charge the drive unit. He felt the build up of energy through his metal body as the charge completed. He focused and released, coming back to the normal level of reality, watching the space around them dissolve as they were pushed out of normal space, and forced through sub space.
He was roused from his thoughts by a loud and sudden Clacton sounding, the drive malfunction lights lit up as fires broke out, the hyperspace core overloading, the ship span wildly as space returned, another planet now in view as the noise died down&#8230;


That had been almost a year ago kale thought, the accident that had killed his crew and crippled the Espirit&#8217;s hyperspace core. He reflected on this as he laid back in the ships communal pool, also reflecting on how far he had been flung by the core&#8230; according to his hazy calculation, he had been flung across half of the galaxy, but he had survived, and so had the ship. In the circumstances it was all he could do was try to make some money and repair the drive, in the hope that he could somehow make the drive functional again. Currently, circumstances had him grounded him on an unknown world (OOC: wasn&#8217;t sure about this so can someone pm me so I can edit this so its right) and once again strange things had happened, he had ended up outside a local bar, there appeared to have been a fight, and someone had been shot, by a kid, the kid had been looking for someone to help, and they had turned him away almost violently, after he had left the bar, he finished my drink and decided to help them, after all, I really didn&#8217;t have anything better to do so he walked off in the direction of the kid&#8230; what he saw surprised him&#8230; a human? On his planet they had been a myth, something that the parents would tell their cubs about at night to help them sleep. He fondly remembered stories like man in boots. &#8220;Hello there&#8221; He said &#8220;Is there anything I can help with?
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 05, 2003, 03:40:48 pm
"COOL A HUMAN! Sorry to be excited i just never met one before. I did a project on them for my history course, we had to research and write on the history of Anthro's, thats what we are by the way. We are animals, with human characteristics, your race are the reason we are here. Your top scientists found a way to mix human DNA with animals and we are the result. That would explain why i look like one of your 'animals'. Thats all i remember."

Simon looked behind and saw another, he asked if i needed help with anything.

"errr yea we need help, you know the bear out in front of the bar? talk to him and he'll let you know what the trouble is."

"So.. errr... human,  hmmmmm...."

Simon looks blank and thoughtful, trying to think of something to say....
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 05, 2003, 04:05:15 pm
"We... did? When?"

I looked down at the ground with a bewildered look on my face. Humans created these creatures? Why, and when? What purpose was it to serve? How did they get into space and why not us? We've only just started with our space age technologies, mostly with some help of attacking aliens.

My mind flashed back to a theory that my father told me. Something which at the time bored me, but might have an answer. Perhaps, it was true. Other, versions of humans. Ones that came before us. He did tell me that humans had around 25,000 years to become what we are today. We only know really so far back as 6,000 years or so.... So maybe... there may have been other civilizations of humans, that left before us and done this. It seemed to be the only plausible explanation. Considering that these creatures seem to rule themselves and are very independent. That and never heard of humans, if so some sort of history project. That would mean their creation would have to date back to at least 5,000 years ago, in order for all memory if any to dissipate. Certainly we, 5,000 years ago, did not have the technology to do it, unless it was some other race, some other.. humans. That means, by now they are more advanced.... maybe they can get me home, but why are they out here? Did I trip over something that everyone else out here knows about except us?

"Nevermind. I'll probubly be too confused. What's up with that... large hunk of metal? I've only seen things like that for Space ships, even then that is pretty large."
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 05, 2003, 04:14:21 pm
"Im not too sure about that, i know its a generator of some sort though i dont know what it powers. i suck at mechanics. Do ya wanna help us?"

Simon winces as he asks the human this, because of the recent episode in the bar...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 05, 2003, 04:17:25 pm
"I.. uh.. maybe. I don't know what I can do. My race has only but just started making spaceships, and they are pretty much jury rigged things. If it needs moving.. I got a fighter which could lift it."
Title: The Game
Post by: Rikimaru on November 05, 2003, 04:21:49 pm
Simon stops wincing when the human replies without hitting him

"that sounds good. lets go talk to Babel about it."

The human and Simon walk over to the generator and up to Babel.

"errrm.. this guy here has a ship that could help us move it if that helps at all"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 05, 2003, 09:07:13 pm
WIth his snout now buried in a side panel and muttering to himself technical jargen he almost missed Simons words. He truns to the new comer " A ship really excelent and you want to help" Babel gave the human a cautious sideways glance his nontrusting nature reinserting it'self. " Hmm welll what ever I belive this was needed for the ship we arrived here in Trustor may have more Idea of it's need but I can fix it in and help carring it wouls be appreciated".  "We may need him here YOu see where he has gone Simon??." "YOu and me then errm what was your name again ahh well we need to rig this up for moveing on your ship ok" Babel noticed another character as well haning around * Geez this place is getting a regualr congragation point. He looked over to him " YOu need anything " He asked the figure back.
* DAM he though I REALLY NEED THAT TRUSTOR GUY BACK AGAIN he had been far more pally with that Jadnar guy and certainly must know what the hell was going on better than him*.
Title: The Game
Post by: Kale on November 06, 2003, 06:48:04 am
"Well" Kale replied "Its what i can do for you" He looked over the genarator, taking in every detail with an unskilled eye "I think i have spares for one of these in my own ship, It looks like part of the... the..." He trailed off, possibly best not to tell them about the hyperspace core, he didnt want any trouble from anyone else this time, it was because of this that The espirit was now grounded until he could scrounge the money together to fix the standard drives "So you can have them if you need them, I cant use them and my ship is grounded as it is"
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 06, 2003, 02:34:39 pm
I looked over the large modual carefully. It's purpose not very clear to me. Though I was a pilot, not a techy.

"Lieutenant Commander Alexander Rico, My fellow pilots... they called me Reak. Though....I uh... can't exactly carry it on my fighter, it's much too small. Though if you attach cables to it, it maybe able to lift it. I might have some in one of the compartments. I'll be right back. Don't be surprised when you see something that looks like an areo-fighter come in."

With that I jogged off, muttering to myself about what exactly had I gotten myself into. These creatures are shure a
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 06, 2003, 05:17:35 pm
: Meanwhile :

An old freighter drifts through space; so old, in fact, it predates hyperspatial flight... the lone occupant sleeps within one of the cryo-chambers, dead but dreaming...
Title: The Game
Post by: Kale on November 07, 2003, 03:51:02 am
The otter signaled to the bear "If you want to look at those spares, then you'd better follow me, my ship is landed 'bout a mile into the forest and if someone can get the engines going i can lift the part and all of you without any trouble" He began to head towards the forest towards the ship, slowly so the bear could follow if he needed to.
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 07, 2003, 10:54:10 am
The Ship's computers came to life.

Sensors activated, scanning the surrounding area for several light years, and found it was where it was intended to go, all those millenia ago.  

Suddenly, the ship's PA system came online.

"SDOS Online.  Ship registry: ICC-Inominata-6359A12 Terra Alpha Evira Omega.  Transit time: 5,452 and 11/12 Sol-Orbits,  Seven Planetray Revolutions, 5 atomic revolutions.  Beginning deployment of cargo.  Activating life-support.... mark."

The dreamer had awaken.
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 07, 2003, 06:10:36 pm
(Being the impation fox I am, I shall continue in lieu of others posting XD )

The Dreamer blinked a few times as s/he got used to the increased light, as the tinted screen that covered the capsule shuddered open, having been left closed for millenia.  

Slowly, s/he stepped out of the capsule, and walked relatively short distance to the command console, reading the solar system readouts, and hooked him/herself up to the datajack download node...
Title: The Game
Post by: Murrg on November 07, 2003, 06:42:33 pm
A flash of light, A sound remenisent of tearing fabric and it was done the rift closed and left a batterd form lying in the alley. *groans* What, where am I, the last thing I remenber was *shakes his head* Running I was running and then such light so bright. The rift! Where am I? A quick search and he located his bow and his armor wasn't dameged to bad. I guess I should look around a bit and with that he stumbled from the alley to get his berings.....
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 07, 2003, 07:08:25 pm
Babel nodded his understanding to the human. As he then went to talk to the otter like creture there was a sudden flash from a street over from them.A loud sound also emminated from there. He shouted at the creature" I will take a look in a short while but that looks like something big going on over there. " He shouted to Simon " Im going to investigate what ever the hell that was" He switched on his arms senours the readings where all over the place as if the whole of the surrounding area was dirupted by it space itself. This aint to good he though back to the alien attack. He pulled his staff from his pocket and extended it with a flick of his wrist. " If you want you can follow me " Babel said to the otter creature he far rether had people where he could see em rather than skulking around behind him.He walked to the corner of the ally where the flash eminated
Title: The Game
Post by: Murrg on November 07, 2003, 08:41:06 pm
Eyes struggling to adjust to the gloom he stumbled from the alley almost running into the large creature standing there. Droping into a defensiv stance he asked " Who or what are you be you friend or foe?"
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 08, 2003, 07:01:47 am
The Dreamer had finished downloading information to his/her neural network, and understood its current mission.  

The sensors had detected several inhabited planets nearby... they must be scouted to see if they are infested...

The Dreamer Walked out of the command console room, and went into the shuttle bay, where s/he got into a dropship, and then began to pilot it to the planet below...

As the Dropship broke atmosphere, the boom could be heard for miles...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 08, 2003, 11:02:03 am
Unfortunatly, the boom went unnoticed by the human. Having climbed into his fighter the engines were already charging up for the short hop over to the green.

The engines flickered to life and the thrusters were already causing the fighting beast to lift slightly from the ground. After several lights went from orange, to yellow, to green, and then to blue, the fighter signaled it was ready for flight once again.

Pressing on several levers the human willed the fighter into the air, slowly, slowly. Then clearing the treetops, the wings extended out and the lateral thrusters began to push. It was a much shorter time getting there by fighter then it was on foot, before I knew it, I was above the area which was to be landed in. Attempting to find a space, just large enough, the human was successful after a few scans. The gears extended out once again, and the fighter's landing lights activated, blinding who ever was silly enough to look right at them.

The wings then slid back to their origonal position and the fighter slowly made it's landing. Once settled the engines began to whine down, and the clicking of metal was heard as the metal cooled. The canopy was once again popped open and the human jumped out. The reflective armour mirroring his movments. Seeing no one around, probubly ran to some area, I decided to take a look at the large behomoth.

Then a thought struck me. How'd it get here in the first place? Something must of brought it here, right? So... how could it have gotten here if they had nothing to move it with? How odd.

This new puzzel just added to the puzzels already floating in my head, though, there was only one thing I could do now where I could actually get answers, and that was what the heck the modual was for.
Title: The Game
Post by: Kale on November 08, 2003, 09:10:20 pm
Kale had not noticed the commotion and had walked back to his vessel, the huge, sleek bulk marred by the signs of the recent battle. He flipped open a side panel and pressed his palm to the plate, He felt the almost burning heat as the scanner read his paw and a door, completley indistinguishable from the side of the vessel when closed and entered, looking around at the crew quarters, remembering his small crew for a second, before disspearing down to the cargo hold to find the spares he needed.
He came up with them on an anti grav tray, and then walked over to the cabinet in his own quarters and looked at the pair of lasers... "Should i take them... by the looks of this place, i think i'll need them" He took the weapons before taking the ani grav cart out, fixixng his rank pin back to his shirt.
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 09, 2003, 07:11:36 am
The dropship landed in a relatively barren place, oddly familiar to the dreamer; but then again, all of this sector was familiar, due to the map upload.  

S/he activated the nanites within him/her, and gave him/herself more... tangible qualities.

Reddish orange fur blossomed forth from smooth skin, and long, straight black hair grew in abundance from his scalp.  The fur turned white on his underbelly, and black at the tips of his ears, ends of his arms, and at his legs.  He put on the most inconspicous clothes his memory could provide (Band T-shirt, in a long forgotten dialect of Standard Galactican, i.e. English), and some darkly pigmented, densly woven cotten pants.  Finally, he put on an amulet, with a oddly glowing emerald in the middle of a silver dolphin design,  and a ruby ring...

The Dreamer's mission had begun.

He began to walk towards the most populated area, seeing as it was only a few miles away...
Title: The Game
Post by: Running_Wolf on November 09, 2003, 07:41:03 am
"uuugh" came the groan of a wolf. Rain fell in abundance on his body, drenching him from head to tail. How long he had been lying here, he didn't know. He opened his eyes. Flames formed a barrier on three sides. A dead body lay amongst the sea of flames ahead. The wolf tried to stand up, but not without incredible pain. Blood trickled down him muzzle from a wound over his right eye. He tried to wipe the blood away from his eye but he couldn't feel his left paw. It was broken. After a while of struggling, he managed to stand. He limped to the opening in the flames and tripped over some debris. He tasted blood in his mouth. Spitting on the ground made no difference. Only more blood flowed. He looked ahead to se a figure running towards him. What that figure was, he didn't know. His eyes tried to focus on it, but he passed out.
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 09, 2003, 06:07:41 pm
The Dreamer noticed the injured creature, and decided to aid it.

His voice creaked, as it had not been used in ages...

"H-h-ello?"

He did a bio-scan of the creature; it appeared to be one of the experiments that had been done, only grossly injured... he decided to aid him, and injected some medical nanites within him.  The wounds began to heal as he picked the creature up over his shoulders, and began carrying him to what his memory said was the nearest populated area.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 09, 2003, 06:39:28 pm
Babel was shocked to see a figure stumbeling around in the alleyway. He was about to cal out when it shouted to him Friend or Foe. " If you mean no harm then Friend " He edged closer his first thought was a bomb of some kind but there wasn't any damadge about not enough for a flash that big. " Are you hurt we .. " He stopped short looked behind him , * dam he though all alone even one of the curious strangers that had just shown up would be a comfort to him, He decided to walk forward he closed his staff but keept it palmed just incase, " I can help you if your hurt just step forward a bit so I can see you beter ok" " No ones gonna hurt you ok" He waited  nerviously for a reply.
Title: The Game
Post by: Murrg on November 09, 2003, 06:57:21 pm
Lowering his bow slightly and taking a few steps forwerd he squinted in the light. One wing dangled uslely while the other was tucked up his armor was badly dameged and a few fresh wounds glisend in the faint light.  *In a strained yet relived voice*  " I meen no harm,but please stay back untill i can see you clearly"
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 09, 2003, 07:22:44 pm
" Well it's going to be along cold night for both of us If we dont move hehe If your hurt follow me this way I know some who may help you" He turned away Babel was now becoming indiffrent to being surrounded by strange things and he did not know if this should worry him. He backed off slowly and started back to the inn, He looked back over his sholder to see if the guy was following or preparing to lodge a shot in his back. The world was now full of people he hadn't realy got a choice but to go along with and it was starting to show.
Title: The Game
Post by: Murrg on November 09, 2003, 07:34:30 pm
His eyes finaly adjusting to the light he was finaly given a look at the strange figure in front of him " A bear!! he thought God where am I and why has he not attacked?" At that time he spoke " Follow me he said, Should I he thought to himself I am injured and may be hurt worse than I know but a bear" *shaking his head* " I will follow you but I must know something.... where am I? " He asked as he begun following the large creature never taking the arrow he had nocked out of his bow or his hand off of the string as he stumbled along slowly.
Title: The Game
Post by: Bear Paw on November 09, 2003, 07:53:05 pm
As Babel looked round he saw the creature had a bow of somesort pointed at him. He turned his head back n shook it . " Im not sure of the planets name myself was brought here , And unless you intend to use that I surgest you lower it . Im not going to attack you and to be frank im getting sick of haveing to play peace maker to a whole buck of nut's like you ," He started to pick up his pace and storm off ahead mumbeling to himself.
Title: The Game
Post by: Murrg on November 09, 2003, 08:08:53 pm
Lowering the bow he grumbled to himself " Great job dumbass ya went and pissed him of but at least I now know that he is not as big a threat as I thought" Picking up his pace as best as he could he continued to follow the bear stoping long enuff to rip a small peice of cloth off his undercloths to wedge into a wound to stem the bleeding.
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 10, 2003, 07:52:51 am
I fiddled around with the open compartment that the bear creature had opened. There appeared to be some sort of controls, wires, tubeing. Though what did it do? It must of served some sort of purpose, why build it in the first place?

Walking around the outside of the thing Nothing really seemed evident, but then again, it was night, and I could barely see anything. I decided to head to the fighter and get the headset.

Walking over to it, I looked over it's features. Quiet, sleek, simply beutiful. It was really the only thing that warmed my heart on this alien world with strange creatures. I deeply loved it and it was my very life. When I got to it, I let my hand be guided over the hull as I approached the compartment alcove. Flipping that open with a bit of resistance from the magnetic seal, I found several peices of equipment in it. A couple of phase rifels, solar panels, and various survival equipment. I took the head set which was securely fastened to the side.

I placed these on my head, as I closed the door. Then with one last look, I started to walk away as I pulled a small black box from my pocket and pressed a button.

"Computer, lock-down, activate static defenses."

I heard several locks activate with thuds, which reverberated through the hull. Several of the more delicate equipment, such as the antenna, lights and such, receded into the hull and the hull closed up after them. There was a slight sound and then a buzzing sound. The hull had polarized slightly. Enough to give an animal a mild shock that would defiantly cause them get away from it fast.

I stopped some distance away from the modual, then activated the various vision modes which equipped my head set. There was definatly alot more to this thing then I had imagined. Some sort of large sphere was inside. Not solid state, it seemed like coils upon coils were wrapped up inside of it, smaller sub moduals stuck into, or were wired together.

It looked to be some sort of emitter, or a generator. But of what, definatly not a fusion generator. Much too small, and it wasn't built like one.

With my newly aquired sense I approached the generator type modual, and gave it a new look over, new possible sites of work and discovery becoming evident to my eyes.
Title: The Game
Post by: Kale on November 10, 2003, 08:22:23 am
Kale looked over his ship, wondering if he dare to start the engines... no... the landing would have done enough damagde, he'd need to rig up so atmosphereic thrusters to avoid goving the world a dose of radiation from the leaking engines. he took the anti grav trolley and pushed it out of the ships main door, noticing a strange figure in the trees nearby "Who's there!?" He shouted, just in case it wasnt a psychopathic mass murderer bent on his destruction...
Title: The Game
Post by: Joel on November 10, 2003, 05:27:35 pm
As the Dreamer walked on, he noted the edges of a populated area ahead, and decided to flag down any guards, etc. that might've been around.

"Halloa!" he yelled, as he walked down the path...
Title: The Game
Post by: Jalex Darnco on November 10, 2003, 06:20:51 pm
Closed for a restart... please stand-by