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| Latanya | Jan 5 2009, 04:58 AM Post #71 |
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Theyr shook her head when the human disappeared as well. Typical. That was just what she had needed now. Sighting she jumped back to the ground again and walked back towards the city center, too morose to pay any heed to her backing. And of course her frivolous walk had consequences. Thank to her unfaultable luck. She didn’t notice the human guard until he was standing right next to her, a brutal grin in his face and a not very trustworthy looking gun in his hand. “What’s one of you little bastard bugs doin here that late?” he asked spitefully. “And what’s the meaning of this kerchief? Has your brood now totally gone insane?” Theyr had troubled to dissemble her shock. A few seconds later she composed herself, though her heart was still beating much too fast for her taste. “I converted to Islam”, she answered a bit too late. “A few days ago. Um… All praise to Allah!” The guard stared at her speechlessly. Then an expression of deep anger spread across his face. “You little bastard ain’t makin fun of me!” he shouted. “You’re the one they’re searchin, ain’t ya! You bastard’re the who fuckin killed all of the civics on Graryman IV!” A moment later Theyr stared into the barrel of his gun. Then the guard slumped down in front her. Theyr pulled her spine out of the man’s back and cleaned her bloody tail on his uniform. “Idiot”, she mumbled quietly. “Little, creepy, motherfucking idiot.” The jig was up. This little bastard had caused her defeat. She couldn’t stay on this planet any longer. She had only survived the great search a few weeks ago by a great portion of luck, quite unusual for her circumstances. When they found out how this human bastard had died they whole crucible would start again. And Theyr sure that she wouldn’t be that lucky this time. She had to leave the planet by the first chance she got. If she only knew how to acquire a cruiser! She had been on the lookout for weeks now and the only one she had found belonged to a Arachid millionaire who didn’t know what to do with his money and detailed whole troupes of guards to take care of it. She couldn’t fly a shuttle and her chance of managing to sneak into one wasn’t too high either. She was dead. Their hissed a few swears, and then she stormed out of the city towards the uncivilized bush. Maybe she would manage to hide out in the wilderness. Maybe she even could dare coming back to get a possibility to exit the planet in a few weeks once oil was put on troubled waters. Theyr managed to leave the city without any further distractions – an unbelievable lot of fortune. Swearing she cleft through the bushed, ignoring the sharp pain when twigs and bared twines hit her sensitive skin and scratched it. A few marks were better than a lonely head longing for a body. About half an hour later her stampede was stopped by something hard. When Theyr finally pulled herself together the thing she had run into turned out to be a ship. It didn’t look too well, far from it. The ship looked as if it had been stuck in a horde of Crukons. She frowned and stared at the ship. This could either be a great portion of luck or exactly the opposite. But maybe… Maybe this ship could get her off the planet once the staff returned to repair it. A greedy smile appeared on her face. Maybe this was her chance to survive. |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 5 2009, 07:49 AM Post #72 |
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The Phantom Poster
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Only a few moments after Melai had boarded Zet'kil's ship and asked that they got on their way, a medium-sized (about twenty meters long) spaceship with the Imperial crest on it and with four downwards thrusters passed over them, a couple of overly bright spotlights quickly sweeping across the area. It was one of the Empire's search-vessels, designed to scan large areas quickly and find certain objects that they might be looking for, and while they were not meant to be quick, they were highly effective in their field. They were nicknamed 'Beholders', and if the appearance of a Beholder was not bad enough, it was accompanied by an escort of two Hunters. It did not seem to react to the presence of the alien ship, however, and, thankfully, not to Melai's signature either, but just went on, its speakers casting a message over the area: "All citizens are asked to remain calm. This planet is now under Imperial control. Please, remain indoors and do not try to escape if approached by one or more Imperial soldiers. All insectoids are asked to line up at the spaceport for identification. Any spacecraft that tries to leave the atmosphere of Gendon Delta 7 will be restrained by Imperial Hunters. Any Crossers seen in the air will be terminated. All citizens are asked to remain calm..." "Someone screwed up bigtime," Melai sighed, "We'd better hurry before the Beholders get to the Rey, or they might recognize it." |
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| Shienvien | Jan 5 2009, 10:56 AM Post #73 |
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I want, I can, I do
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When the bots had finished setting the crates in place, the doors slid back to their original position, leaving next to no marks of the opening. The smaller doors closed also, moments after Melai had entered and before the doors in front of them opened. "Okay, we're all loaded up, let's go to the Rey de los Muerte and get her fixed up." "Yes. But you should still come with me and tell me where it exactly is. The scanners should know the location of ships nearby, but I can't be still completely sure which of them is yours, although it is possible to assume." The ship, or the floor below seemed to move somewhere upwards at that point, but it couldn't be told for sure, since all the effects of movements had been minimized, to the point when it was impossible to tell whether something was really moving, or it was only the result of one's imagination. "I really hope you don't mind some things placed in odd places. You see, the lower cargo hold was not exactly empty in the beginning and neither completely was the upper one, which is only third the size anyway. As much as the ship could, it placed in the upper one and as for the rest... It is simply where the ship thought it would be the least in the way." The Xeian continued, not paying any attention that she seemingly was walking towards a solid wall- which slid to the side on the last moment, though. Walking towards the other end of the small, rectangular room they were now in, another wall-like door appeared from the side. Zet'kil, who seemingly was still not noticing anything (She was overly used to such kinds of things) simply moved on, forcing another wall to move away from her way, from what it might seem like. Again something seemed to stir while she did so. The next, much larger room was filled with different things, forming a some kind of space that could be named "living room", when to look at the presence of some distantly familiar things. In the other hand, there were many that a human could possibly give no name, some of those clearly not belonging there, (Like the container-like things placed on a floating table in the far corner, with some others under it.) and a few seemed to have any idea what "gravity" means, even going to the extent of not floating, but simply finding that walls were the the perfect place for lying on. On the furthest corner, there could still be seen the things Zet'kil herself had spreed on the table, when she tried to find things suitable for going on the planet. The ship hadn't done anything with those. Looking at the mess, she shook her head and touched lightly a marking on the wall, opening a way to another rather large room. "I'll tell the ship to put things at least into a some kind of order..." She muttered mostly for herself. That room was partially still a part of the living quarters, but partially it seemed to be a something like control room, even when there was not much to see at the moment, besides a large, black, slightly shining panel. These two different parts of a room could actually be separated by another moving wall, but Zet'kil was one of those who preferred it that way. Here was also a lot less of those bright spots, lines or whatever they were shaped at the moment, on the ceiling. Those were meant to serve as light sources and it was impossible to say whether they were part of the ceiling, or rather the ceiling itself changed color in order to shine brightly. One was clear- those markings changed their places, grew larger and smaller, went out and on whenever needed. The reason for the reduced number of those in this room was clear. The three sides of the room, or at least the upper halves of the walls was completely transparent, though one could see that there was full another corridor between the invisible barrier and the actual "windscreen", which seemed to be of the same material aton the first look, but what made the outer barrier different was the fact that that one was only transparent when looked from the inside- those outside had no chance of seeing what was happening inside. And... When to look a little further, it could be seen that the ship was now flying higher than the buildings in the spaceport reached. The Xeian didn't bother with longer investigating the already known things, moving straight to the black panel, which lightened up, making the screens, keyboards, buttons and other controls to appear, some things stretching out, some seemingly forming from thin air- which was only what it seemed like, when not to count the holograms the ship truly projected on air. "Someone screwed up bigtime, we'd better hurry before the Beholders get to the Rey, or they might recognize it." Zet'kil took a few moments before she pointed at one of the screens. "This one?" That was the only possible ship she found. There was also one other which seemed to be crashed, but that was at first too small to be Rey, from what she guessed. "There seems to be another, but I do think it is not yours." She motioned towards the other, just in case, before mentioning another thing what was not very pleasant. "There was a Telkran ship near there for a time. Luckily, it is still on planet, so I think I can deal with them later. They are usually quite willing to give back them whatever they might have taken when you buy it out." She sighed. "But at least we may hope it has also something else to trade, which may be useful for us. I can send out a signal for the Telkran ship and ask it to move to Rey for the deal once we are there and see whether something is gone or not." She doubted humans had any means of defending their ships against that kind of highly-developed race. Zet'kil herself didn't worry not much about the "Hunters". Well, at least as long as there was not a full fleet of them. They seemed to be lacking the protection against the kind of weaponry her own ship used. |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 5 2009, 12:27 PM Post #74 |
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The Phantom Poster
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Following Zet'kil through the display of various forms of alien technology, which probably were quite common for the Xeian, Melai had to admit that he was impressed by the ship and its interior furnishing. However, right now he did not feel quite able to apprechiate the priviledge fully, since he was overly worried that the Beholders would spot the Rey and the Imperial soldiers would confiscate it, thus never allowing Melai to return to his home. When Zet'kil showed him the display of the spaceship, Melai nodded. "You say a what in a what-ship was at the Rey?" Melai exclaimed, "And you say that the alien - Telkran? - probably scavenged something from my ship? MY ship?!" Furious, Melai slammed his fist into the wall of the Xeian spacecraft, quite abruptly stumbling back as pain shot through his entire arm. "If the Imperial goons weren't after me, I'd hunt down that little scamp and have him torn apart by savage Panzeri! But... since this Telkran probably stole something, and we are in such a hurry, it would probably be best if you just contacted the guy so we could buy back whatever he took. I hope that Talon-guy has enough credits to buy it back, though, or chances are that we aren't going anywhere..." |
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| Shienvien | Jan 5 2009, 02:49 PM Post #75 |
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I want, I can, I do
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"And you say that the alien - Telkran? - probably scavenged something from my ship? MY ship?!" "Yes... One of the Telkran race it was, and as much as I know about them, they will take anything unguarded with them, since they are only out for a profit." Zet'kil mentioned quietly. The Xeian then made a quick motion to what the ship responded with a quick turn and relatively fast flight towards the place where it had detected the presence of the Rey. It still ran on the same thing that kept it in air- It wasn't as fast, but at least it wouldn't drive so much attention to itself that way. Who knows, what the Imperial people might think of her starting her ship's engines... "If the Imperial goons weren't after me, I'd hunt down that little scamp and have him torn apart by savage Panzeri "They can chance shape and I doubt Panzery can tear through something that is only particles floating around." Zet'kil pointed out. "But... since this Telkran probably stole something, and we are in such a hurry, it would probably be best if you just contacted the guy so we could buy back whatever he took. I hope that Talon-guy has enough credits to buy it back, though, or chances are that we aren't going anywhere..." "I can do it indeed. But as for Talon and his money... I have also got things that the Telkran might be interested in. Some materials not common on planets like this one here. And I think I already mentioned they might have something else, powerful weapons. Might want to ask once they are here, just in case." The Xeian offered, as the ship was about to approach the larger vessel. "But first we need to know what is missing, if there is anything... I would say there is, by the look of it. I think I'll just ask them to come here, and then we'll see what to do with them." She added, while the ship maneuvered closer and stopped an inch or two above the ground, not far from the Rey. Right now, she didn't pay much attention to the insectoid near the ship- that was not of her matters and could be dealed with later. She proceeded with re-locating the ship that had been here before- It was still nearby. Without thinking for more than a second, she gave the ship orders to send out a signal requesting connection with the other ship, before she waited the others to make their reply. Edited by Shienvien, Jan 5 2009, 02:51 PM.
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 5 2009, 03:29 PM Post #76 |
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The Phantom Poster
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"Fine," Melai simply grunted, still rather angry and insulted by the very fact that someone dared to take his ship apart while he was away - his ship, his baby, his only piece of property in the world! But he had to admit that, while it did not cool his temper one bit, it helped him to let go of his urge to seek out venegance on the alien knowing that their entire race apparently could take themselves apart. Melai had to admit that, while he was thrilled to see the first alien lifeform, the Xeian, the second of them ever to be seen in the Milky Way did not make a good first impression. "If you open the hatch, I'll go and check if anything is missing on the Rey," Melai said, walking back towards where he had entered the Xeian spacecraft, "And while I do that, you just continue to attempt to establish contact with the... Telkran. Filthy little thief..." |
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| Latanya | Jan 5 2009, 04:14 PM Post #77 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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A loud noise interrupted Theyr in her thoughts. “All citizens are asked to remain calm. This planet is now under Imperial control….” The next moment a flash light drew a shrill line in the ground only a few meters next to her feet. Theyr exclaimed with surprise; then she jumped back and hid beneath one of the lugs of the ship she couldn't identify, curled up like a fearful kitten. Theyr stopped shivering the Beholder was finally out of her field of view and the terrible light bulbs finally stopped flashing up the ground. This light wouldn’t only have detected her – she was sure that it was bright enough to blind her if not even to cripple her for the short rest of her life. The shook her head with relief and squeezed herself out of her hiding place. Maybe this ship didn’t bring as much fortune as she had hoped. But the spook wasn’t over yet. A few minutes later the next ship appeared over her head, though without attracting as much attention. No flash lights, no announcing. Theyr didn’t know much about human build ship, but it seemed somehow… unfamiliar. Still she was sure that it didn’t belong to the Imperial fleet. She had seen most of the standard army ships during the past years and she would have remembered something like this. She closed her eyes and counted to ten to calm herself down, then she approached the ship without any hiding, putting all her eggs in one basket. Maybe, if Fortuna smiled at her this one time, the people up there didn’t know who she was. And maybe they were willing to take an insectoid with them. Even if it needed some support of her poison. Edited by Latanya, Jan 6 2009, 08:33 AM.
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| Harpalyce | Jan 5 2009, 10:01 PM Post #78 |
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"Thank you for the passage Harpalyce, I hope that it will be a smooth journey. I would like to know however. How long do you think it will take to repair this other man's ship before we can be off this planet?" "I'unno how long it'll take, depends on iff'n we get all the parts loaded up... 'scuse me, here." She grinned before dashing to the door to the rest of the ship. "C'mon up, iff'n you want! There's a hologame table so's you can keep yerself busy while we're doin' repairs, an' a kitchen..." Her boots clomped loudly on the metal deck, and there was a shrill tri-tri-trnnn of beeping as flickering consoles on the ship's walls flashed. She tapped one screen, and an incredulous-looking man stared back at her. "This 'droid yours?" he said worriedly. Harpalyce gave an affirmative nod. "Yeh, he got my information an' my order." The merchant gave a deep sigh, and nodded. "Order 'll be out in five minutes at most." The link clicked off and the screens flickered in a moment in a way that suggested their age. Harpalyce gave a pleased grunt. Keeping her voice loud enough so that it wouldn't really matter if he were following, given the craft's tininess, she continued narrating a small tour. "Over 'ere's the facilities an' two beds, over there's the kitchen an' two beds. I usually sleep by th' kitchen, so no worries iff'n you wanna take a nap. Up 'ere's the cockpit." She flopped in to the cockpit's large chair, putting her feet up on one of the panels. It took a swift kick for the display on the main screen to stop flickering, displaying information in a steady stream, transparent to the window it was built into. "Don't you worry 'bout a thing, be good to the Lady an' the Lady Be Good to you!" She laughed at her own joke. "Seriously, she's a good ship. Hasn't let me down once, got me outta buncha scrapes." It wasn't long before the 'droid loped back in, moving slowly and delicately to sit beside Harpalyce as the tip of its tail furled out into a series of connectors and it interfaced with the ship's computer. The readouts immediately became more orderly. "There we go. All loaded an' ready?" An affirmative flashed up on the screen. "An' away we go!" As the alien ship moved out, Harpalyce swung her feet off of the panel to lean forward. "A'ight, follow this feller to the place, an' we should be right on th' dot." The ship's engine began to thrum loudly, and she looked back distractedly. "Hey, you might wanna hold onta somethin'," she called out in a rather lax manner. Fortunately the takeoff itself wasn't too jerky, but it was noticeable as the ship picked its landing gears up off the ground and hoveringly followed the Xeian. "Gotta fly casual, an' we won't run into that Beholder," she mumbled worriedly. Otherwise she guided the craft to carefully follow the other, eventually tapping her 'droid on the head, as the comm panel was an awkward reach from the squishy captain's-navigator's chair. "Hey, open me a channel to tha' thing, iff'n you can, Iarbas." The droid flashed nothing on its screen, but a distinct Processing... did appear on the main display of the ship. |
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| Oracle | Jan 6 2009, 01:03 AM Post #79 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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It seemed she had been inert for mere minutes when the ship woke her. A gentle electric pulse through the control panel and she was stirring. "What is it?" "An unidentified ship has approached the damaged vessel. They have tried to contact you. Do you want me to establish a communications link with them?" Her particles swirled around, pulling themselves to the center of the control room. "No set up the holo-emmiter to project my image into the control room of the damaged vessel." Her particles drifted to the center of the room, merging into the humanoid form she had taken earlier. Her rich tanned skin seemed to ripple as she stepped onto the projection pad. Instantly she was surrounded by the image of the abandoned craft's control room. Her dark eyes scanned the area. It would seem the owner hadn't yet arrived, but she was in no hurry. Her long raven hair flowed about her form like a nebulous cloud, unrestrained by the planets gravity. Waiting was often part of the profit margin. "Ship, remain cloaked, I want no surprises." This was bound to be fun. Her skin rippled again, this time in anticipation of the pleasure to come. More than likely he would start off with the serious disadvantage of being angry. She began planning her strategy. Edited by Oracle, Jan 6 2009, 01:25 AM.
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| Dark Jack | Jan 6 2009, 08:08 AM Post #80 |
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(I will presume that Zet'kil opened the doors for Melai so that the plot may progress a little. Oh, and Latanya, I mentioned this before but I'll do it again... the Rey de los Muerte does not have wings, so I will presume that she hid under one of its rocket-engines.) Stepping out of the Xeian spaceship, Melai let out a deep sigh as he was met by the sight of his damaged vessel with its tip stuck partially in the ground and with a long trail where it had skipped across the ground when he had brought it down. The Rey was dirty and both its engines and armor had taken a great deal of damage from the crash-landing, but it should be easy to fix it up enough for it to be ready for interstellar travel again - if the scavenger had not stolen too much, that was. But the captain of the Rey de los Muerte did not get far with his inspection - in fact, he barely even got out of Zet'kil's ship before a white-headed scorpio came into view from beneath one of the Rey's rocket-engines and approached the alien vessel. Once again quite aware of the hostility he had experienced from insectoids in the past, Melai instantly acted to preserve his own life and grabbed his handgun, pointing the ancient weapon at the bug. "I don't mean you any harm!" Melai told the white-headed insectoid, realizing the contradiction between his words and the fact that he was pointing at the creature with a lethal firearm, so he slowly lowered the barrel of the gun, "I just came for my ship, that's all, I don't want any trouble..." |
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