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Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again...
Topic Started: Jan 10 2008, 03:47 AM (8,285 Views)
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The four PED soldiers that were assigned to them, two for Al'An and two for T'kran, began to make their way to their assigned jets, while another jet, holding a pilot and a technician, also began to burn their engines. They took off in a delta formation and hovered as they went ahead to scout the temple access area the squad leader had talked about.

Bijou, on the other hand, decided to stay at base and followed Jayone with his two PED units to the refining facilities for the Phazon ores, getting a feel for what this substance was capable of. Each man had been tightly sealed in a containment armor suit, shielding them from the high levels of radiation. He watched as the leader suited up and waved at him, motioning for him to follow him. The tram pulled into the main station and the several personnel were already waiting with their equipment and empty crates. Lifts were pulled out, each loaded with pallets of filled crates. Bijou watched as the men handled things as carefully as possible.

“This PED that you put on T’kran earlier…” the Megalith began, stepping into the empty cart with the squad leader. “I assume that we will each have one?”

“Of course,” came Jayone’s digitalized voice through the voice’s speaker. “Didn’t Admiral Sandoval tell you about it?”

“Well…” Bijou scratched the back of his stone head nervously. “He did when we first arrived at HQ. I just wanted to make sure.”

“Don’t worry,” she laughed, watching the engineer check the doors one last time before the train started. “I know you’re pretty much immune to it, but at least with the suit addition, you’ll be able to integrate a Phazon barrier with the shield generator we have made specifically for you.”

This made Bijou pause for a second with cluelessness before resuming his actions. He had thought about different ways of increasing his personal defenses b means of plasma energy shields or even using the magnetic energy generator he had picked up while on Ejomeg Secundus that one time while he was studying in the mountainous regions. He had met up with a fellow Megalith who was a scientist, studying the magnetic fields generated by the various minerals here, especially iron. The generator was powerful enough to make a human get a headache, but to a Megalith, it was almost as though it was nothing, similar to simple energy shields for humans.

“Shield generator?” he queried.

Jayone nodded as several others began to take their seat after checking the equipment.

“Yeah! Jake has something rigged for you since you are practically immune to the radiation and you’re a big mirror for most energy weapons.”

The Megalith was a bit embarrassed at this statement and would blush if he could.

“But I have yet to know if I am immune to Phazon based-weapons,” his gravelly voice growled. “Energy is one thing, but the physical properties of certain weapons can be a great factor at times. I know Phazon has a strange metallic property, but even then… I do not know what will happen if the actual material touched me.”

“Well… We could… test out very small amounts later, if you want…”

This made Bijou a bit worried, but he covered up this fact with a quick change of subject.

“First off, I want to see how the mines are and want to take a small sample if that is ok.”

“Then just sit back. It’ll take about half an hour to get there.”

Bijou nodded and found a large empty seat, each one customized so that it was large enough to fit a bulky hazard suit, let alone a creature from another planet. The PED leader smiled as the cart jolted slightly, pulling out of the station and into an underground system.

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Iola was within her ship, the Moonsaber, when she saw the doors slide away, revealing an injured Fed ally and Pyro. She huffed a little as she set her ship to warm up before stepping out.

“Hmph. Looks like I arrived a bit later than I had thought,” Pyro murmured as he approached the two hunters. He withdrew his blade into his sheath, as he would no longer need it to slice guns in half. “Sorry for the wait. Had some trouble on the way here.”

Tiny raised a feathered brow while eyeing the blade before locking with Pyro’s eyes.

“Is there ever a time that you don’t have to hit someone?” she chirped. “It is bad for one who works with the Federation to have to hurt their own ally.”

The Lunamorph peeked out from her ship and stepped down the ramp.

“You know, I know you’re Mr. Badass and all, but please, sailor, do we have to resort to violence? I’m sure you can find some other way of… playing with them without bruising them.”

Of course, Iola knew what was going on between him and some of the troopers. They hated him and he just about hated them equally. As she approached him, Lorrilal also appeared, Tina walking over to greet her.

“Hatchling, is everything all right?” she asked.

“Sorry I’m late,” the Fae replied, blinking at the loudness and clarity of her actual voice. “I was held up by someone. I will try to carry on conversations while walking next time. It’s just that I was a little surprised and… I’m sure we have much to do.”

“Held up by someone?” the Watawara asked. “Who, if I may ask?”

But before that could be answered, the humanoid hobby noticed her eyes switching from herself to Iola, and finally settled on the last of the three with an eerie smile.

“Pyro.” She looked at the trooper just on his way out before looking back. “I see the human excrement rolls downhill with gravity. You’ll never be on top though. Kyle is. Even now you wear your dunce hat, the proverbial headwear that the Winged Hunter put on you so long ago.” Her smile changed to a more sincere one. “Let’s be careful today, I hear it’s rather windy.”

Both Tina and Iola stared at the Fae in a very shocked manner, wondering where the child had learned such mannerism of speech. Tina quickly sheltered the Fae with a feathered arm and ushered her out of Pyro’s view, leading to the ship, the Terrahawk. It was basically a one-man ship, but it had been reconstructed to accommodate a small cargo area, mostly for animal hunting. The Watawara went in first and moved one of the cages that had once housed several Parana desert snakes to the side, pulling out a passenger seat that folded into the wall.

“Here,” the bird trilled as she moved ahead into the cockpit to take control. “Go ahead and sit down and buckle up. We’ll be heading out in a few minutes.”

Meanwhile, Iola decided to play with Pyro’s mind for a bit. She walked over and hummed a little, her mindset now that of a teenager.

“You know, a child like her certainly has a sharp tongue, no?” she pointed out. “Tell me, are you going to let her walk on you that way, or you gonna get her back for it…?” She tapped finger by finger against his shoulder, walking up towards his neck. “Or better yet, you could just forget about your past with the Winged Hunter and make a new identity for yourself than have such a black spot hang over your head forever, especially with someone like her still around.”

The Lunamorph began to head towards her ship.

“Don’t let her get you. Besides, she’s with Tina, which means you and I can safely head to other parts of Sky Town without having to worry about it. So, you up for it?”

She grinned mischievously and disappeared into her ship, warming up the engines and getting ready to pull out.

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Deep within the northern area of Bryyo, Titus had become fascinated with the stories that he was hearing, especially about the wars that had taken place far before the Phazon Wars: the Age of Schism and the Age of War. When it came to light that there were some unfettered arguments between the tribes and the Reptilicus, as well as the Federation, he began to ask why, but the leader stood up and gave the Kerichoan his thoughts.

“Humans no belong here…” he rasped. “Humans come only to take and not give back. Pirates also come to take and not give back. Bryyo home to Reptilicus, not to human or Pirate. Both destroy sacred home to take liquid fire. Pirate come take living blue liquid long ago. Now human come take living blue liquid. They take away gift from gods. We use on Hunters. Help make strong.”

“I see…” the old hunter murmured as he looked at the shaman. “So the humans are a little careless about their artifacts when it comes to gathering fuel gel… The pirates came to gather the Phazon from the Leviathan Seed. Then after Samus dealt with them, the Federation stepped in to clean up their mess by mining what was left of it. The Reptilicus see the seed as a gift from their gods to become stronger and wish to protect it, seeing that it is a sacred relic… Most interesting…”

But before he could continue his thoughts, a scout bearing a different insignia on his arm stood at the doorway, two guards at his sides, cautious that he was an assassin of some sort. The leader raised his main right arm to beckon him and acknowledged his presence. The shaman began to translate what was being said, but not before explaining who this was.

“The scout is from a neighboring tribe, but not quite our ally,” the medicine man explained. “His tribe are rather good natured compared to our own. He states that the hunters that had been sent to the temple entrance had all been killed, along with some of the humans. A proper burial has been done for both sides of the parties, and a strange object has been found.”

The leader raised a scaled ridge and emitted a series of guttural grunts.

“He asks who destroyed his men, and how. He also wants to know what was found.”

The scout sat down at the leader’s feet, cowering but also showing the respect demanded of him.

“The scout says that they found fragments of flesh encased in ice of some sort, their shaman saying that it could be the remains of a once living hunter who came here nine years ago.”

“Nine years?” Titus whispered. “You mean Rundas?”

“Names cannot explain nor title who or what was found. All we know was that a hunter of ice, a Phrygia, had appeared and was also killing our men. But when the one clad in Chozo armor appeared, the Phrygia was nowhere to be found and the one in Chozo armor was no longer to be seen again. It was said that it was the Chozo who had killed the Phrygia, but we have our own who have heard from the humans that it was not the Chozo but rather the Dark Chozo who had kill the Phrygia.”

Titus leaned back on one of the stone pillars within the counsel room, trying to translate in his terms what was being talked about. Then, he remembered the file Sandoval had given him about the Phazon Wars, as well as the consequences of that battle.

Dark Samus…” he thought to himself. “Samus had to fight him, only to end up losing Rundas to Dark Samus anyway… Dark Samus killed Rundas… But… Ice to last this long…?

The shaman continued to translate, which made Titus want to investigate the temple area even more. The leader spied the Kerichoan getting ready and summoned ten of his best warriors.

“Kerichoan go see what wrong?” he asked. “Take hunters. Hunters help.”

At first, Titus was skeptical but went through with the idea. Pretty soon, ten Reptilicus hunters were bounding on the ground, Titus following them while the two Fed escorts flew high above him.

“Where are we going now?” one of the pilots asked, looking over at his wingman.

“We’re heading to the temple access area,” Titus’ voice replied over their headsets. “It seems that they found remains of some sort encased in ice.”

The pilot looked up at the screen and began to download several different files into the panther’s ship database. Titus put the ship into autopilot and began to go through them.

“Well, we do use some cryo tech to help with some heat-related problems, like spills from both Phazon and Fuel Gel, but we mostly use it for the gel,” the first pilot explained as the Reptilicus Hunters below crossed a dried riverbed.

“The ice completely freezes it, making it easier for us to clean up, but at times, it is best for emergency cases. Rarely would we use the technology as an offensive weapon,” the wingman replied. “Though there was that minor scuffle we had before you guys landed. Perhaps one of our men might’ve been taken by surprise and fired it like an ice gun.”

“Perhaps so…” Titus murmured, putting the files away and leaning back into his seat. “Perhaps so… Just stick close in case something happens. Might take a while to get there with these guys on foot though.”

“Yes, we’ll be on standby.”

((OOC: Twilight and I are sort of working on something, so those on Bryyo, don’t jump too fast with the Reptilicus team that’s there. We’re working on a character intro that sort of needs this group, and I can’t have them dying on me.))
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Before? No, I haven’t spoken to you before. Wait. Perhaps I do know you. You were the one in the meeting who had come from the ship. One of the few survivors.

A sudden wave of hope and excitement passed through Curon when he heard her voice, but in an attempt to speak back to her, he lost her. He tried reaching out with his mind again, his eyes looking back and forth, but seeing nothing as he tried to grip her presence again. No...his mind was as it had been ten minutes ago.

The anxiety he felt earlier melted away, replaced with disappointment. What...was he doing earlier? Was he psychic or something? When he let his thoughts his mind fell on a specific person. Miss Ember. He hadn't held her in his arms in so long, from the first time he hugged her, the only time he hugged her. He finally realized that, once again, he missed her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He quickly jumped off his bed and opened the door, pressing a few buttons on the panel. The person on the other side was none other than Doctor Steiner, still in her attire that Curon had seen her in.

"We got a call from the bridge. We need to head on up there," She said, more of a curious look than worry, though worry was present.

"Uh, yeah, sure, no problem," Curon said, grabbing his rifle and helmet and emerging from his room as Steiner brought out the other 11 troopers. Once they met up, they made there way to the Bridge in silence, as awkward as it was. The others had made Corporal Hifor and Doctor Steiner as their leaders. While Doctor Steiner didn't mind, Curon was pretty nervous about it. He wasn't used to people following his advice before, much less his 'orders'.

Regardless, they had managed to reach the bridge, and the troupe from Rogue snapped to attention and rendered their salute.

"Ma'am, reporting as ordered," Curon said nervously, while Doctor Steiner continued to stand a bit rigid.

“Listen here!” The Rear Admiral barked. “We have less than twelve hours before we make landing, so let’s make this as quick and painless as possible! It seems that our stowaway has decided to hide something on this ship that is a threat to all of us, as well as this mission. Your job is to report anything suspicious and wait for further commands. The sooner we find whatever Keeler planted, the sooner I don’t have to keep worrying.”

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!" The dozen said in unison before departing, beginning their search of the ship. All the while, Curon was continually distracted by the thoughts of Miss Ember, and then thoughts of the little girl he had mental contact with.

"Hey, something on your mind?" Doctor Steiner said, nudging him lightly.

"No...nothing," Curon said. He continued to look for whatever the hell he was supposed to look for in another room, examining the floors on his hands and knees. "Nothing at all..."
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OOC: Joint post with Jessie, re-introducing a big ol' baddie, those on Bryyo better have their gears in check :P


It took a while to glean what remained of the ice and the fragments of various bodies from both sides. As the shaman walked over to the altar, one of his scouts stepped into the access way and checked around. For a while, he took out his shuriken and sniffed the air for any hostilities, only to find a crate. He carefully tapped the metal box with a claw, tracing over the symbols that marked it as radioactive.

From within the dark tunnel, a shimmer could be seen slightly, just as the scout was looking up to see what it had been a beam of translucent energy shot out, hitting him square in the chest, just on the weak armor it was wearing. However despite the armor, despite its relatively weak protection, the energy of the shot burned through and at the same time sent the Reptilicus hurtling through the air, landing on its back several meters from the passage as the silhouette of a dark skinned Reptilicus Hunter with strange black growths, resembling spines and tendrils sticking out of its back and head, the eyes glowing with a strange combination of fiery red and flowing blue, too similar to the glow of Phazon.

One of the scouts noticed that his partner was nowhere in sight and began to make his way towards the tunnels, only to shy away slightly, a strange feeling in the air. He gave a questioning bark, hoping that his comrade would reply. However, something shot out, attracting the attention of the rest of the group, the shaman especially.

The dark colored Reptilicus slowly emerged from the darkness of the tunnel, its arms were hanging lazily by its sides and it had a almost slumped pose, like if it was tired, although its head was facing straight forward, the eyes were those of something that was dead, yet they had energy rushing behind them, like something brought back to life hastily, something unnatural. After a few seconds of waving its head around, taking in the sight in front of it, the thing’s eyes centered on the shaman.

"Belongs... To us, blue liquid... Give... To us!" the strange Reptilicus said in a raspy voice in the Reptilicus native language.

However at the same time an echo could be heard in the heads of those present, it said the same thing, however the voice was something much more malicious and dark than anything that they could have ever heard. The shaman growled quietly as the others began to regroup. The voice in his head felt eerily cold... dark... demonic... Even the physical appearance of the hunter was wrong.

"Why are you against us?" he inquired in the native tongue. "Which tribe do you belong to? Did Flarefang of Thunder Ridge send you to kill us?"

The dark colored Reptilicus stood in the opening, not moving or making any sound for nearly a minute, almost as if in thought. Then it straightened out, the sound of bone creaking could easily be heard, like if something in its body was broken, and from its motion it seemed to be a part of its spine, yet it moved with no apparent difficulty. During all this time its eyes did not leave the shamans face, it tried to get eye contact, and once it did an image of a huge black beast with flowing skin and five sharp legs, the eye a brilliant display of fiery red and a glowing blue around it, flashed in his mind, at the same time the voice that seemed to echo inside their heads spoke once more.

"We... Are the Ing. The Phazon belongs to us, we shall thrive anew, no one shall stand in our way!"

This time the Reptilicus had not moved his jaw at all. The shaman's eyes widened with fear, the scouts now backing away despite their simple armaments. The charms on his neck clattered oddly as he stepped back.

"You... You are a demon..." he croaked. "You are the enemy of the gods who give us the gift of power... We shall not let you take what is OURS!"

When the shaman finished speaking and claimed the right of the Phazon, a long hiss could be heard coming from the possessed Reptilicus. It seemed both angered and, at the same time, amused.

"Your gods... The withering rocks that you have carved? Pathetic... If that is all your gods are, then our... My... Master is far superior. If it is yours, then your only option is to fight, come, show me your power, I will consume you all!"

The voice sounded out in their minds with a malicious fury, it was obvious if they did not attack it would. One of the scouts, one who was working on becoming a hunter to accept the power, leapt forward, whip in hand while a shuriken glimmered in the sunlight. A flash of steel could be seen flying in the dark-colored reptile's direction while the others also began to pull out their weapons. The shaman raised his rod and began an enchantment of sorts.

The dark colored Reptilicus did not move, all it did was shift its eyes towards the scout that leapt towards him, and the large shuriken weapon it threw. He did not move however, to him that was merely a nuisance. Merely a moment later the sound of something ripping through flesh could be heard as the shuriken cut deeply into the Reptilicus’ chest, with how it had went in on the left side it should have cut into the lung and probably shattered at least one pair of ribs, however the Reptilicus did not flinch, it merely stood there, staring with cold eyes towards the approaching Scout. However before the scout could even use its whip the dark-colored Reptilicus suddenly leapt forward, using the uneven surface by the entrance to push itself, and before it could react blood sprayed out of its back as the sharp claws of the Ing possessed Reptilicus ripped straight through, even before the Reptilicus had fully time to fall over the dark colored one pulled its arm back, making the now dead scout fall to the ground.

In great distress, the others also jumped in to attack while one remained behind with the Shaman, now trying to make for an escape. Without giving the other scouts any mind the dark colored Reptilicus started walking forward, his focus seemingly on the now escaping shaman, its voice echoing in his head.

"Is that the limits of your power? Where is your gods? Should they not help their worshipers? Your 'gods' have forsaken you."

The tone of the voice did not change, although somehow one could tell the thing was finding the situation amusing. Before the shaman could reach the other side of the room, a blur appeared over the dark Reptilicus left shoulder, then a clear sound could be heard as a beam of transparent bright energy was sent out, hitting the rocks above the tunnel, making it collapse upon itself. While all of this unfolded the scouts had approached and attacked the darkling, only to find their attacks did not even cause it to flinch and it seemed about ready to strike back.

The shaman reached into his pouch and pulled out a special shuriken made from a stronger alloy and tempered with bright blue blades. He handed this to his remaining scout, who in turn threw it right before the strangely bright beam cut their escape route. From another pouch, three black orbs were produced and thrown in the creature's direction, what remained of the scouts scattering from the target as a thick black smoke engulfed the area

The darkling Reptilicus had grabbed the shuriken in its chest and was just about to pull it out, intending to use it for dealing with the two remaining scouts, however before he could he saw something blue glowing head towards him at high speed, just as some kind of smoke bombs went off, blocking the Reptilicus’ natural sight, however as an Ing with superior senses the trail of energy left by the Phazon shuriken was easy to pick up by it. And as the smoke around the area began to clear the shuriken that the scout had thrown was tossed out of the remaining smoke, scrambling on the ground, all traces of Phazon gone before two intense globs of a dark material was shot out from the remaining smoke, hitting two of the three remaining scouts dead on, engulfing them and seemingly freezing them in place, then just as the smoke cleared completely the voice echoed out in the shamans head once more

"We said it already… The Phazon... Is ours!"

And just as it did so two beams of strange transparent energy shot out towards the two frozen Reptilicus, and as they hit the sound of something shattering could be heard, as the two scouts fractured and fell into piles of frozen shards, however it was completely different from something frozen by ice. Filled with horror that the demon had arrived on the planet, it felt as though all was lost.

Meanwhile, Titus sat back as he was still reading the reports, only to hear his COM beep. He reached over to the panel and tapped the button.

“Sir, there seems to be some disturbance from the temple grounds,” one of the escorts reported.

“What sort of disturbance?”

“We’re not sure, but we should check it out when we can.”

“We are heading that way, so we might as well.” As he said this, he noticed the hunters below picking up their running pace, as though in urgency. One by one, they slowly disappeared as they approached their destination, the two escorts now worried that their convoy had completely abandoned them.

“Wait!” one of them shouted. “Where are they?! Did they just leave us?!”

“No,” Titus growled. “They turn invisible to take on their prey, and according to the scout that had talked to the leader of the tribe we were at, there seems to be trouble going on.”

The hunters below leapt up to the ledges of the temple grounds and got their weapons ready, two of them just appearing for a split second to let loose the larger shuriken they had and leapt into the battle. A few leapt towards the aid of the shaman while the others surrounded the dark one. They growled and hissed, the shaman barking warnings.

To the darkling the event that now unfolded, the obvious reinforcements of the Reptilicus was interesting. Without even reacting to the two shurikens that now lodged themselves into the darkling’s body, though it was obvious it was injured as blood crept from the wounds, though not in the way it should from a living being, it spoke once more, sending its telepathic voice out to all those around in a large area. "So you have come to die for your master, we must respect your loyalty, however, going up against us, ME, is foolish!" And as the message had been sent out a black liquid like substance began to gush out from the wounds of the Reptilicus, and shortly after the whole body of the Reptilicus began to melt away as more and more of the black substance fell to the ground, forming a condensed pool of flowing black liquid identical to that of the beasts skin the shaman had seen in his mind earlier, and merely a few seconds later a large spiked leg shot up from the pool as it seemed to begin to drag itself up from it, slowly taking the form of a huge mutated warrior Ing, shards of glowing Phazon littering its body.

The hunters all backed up slowly, noticing that this creature had shards of the thought to be deity-given substance embedded into its body. The shaman growled warnings as the three with him explained what was going on and that they had heard the story of the deed done. Of course, for now, they had a temporary truce and would settle other things after this threat was over. The PED units with Titus began to circle over the area as the Shadow Cat hovered above.

"What in the name of the heavens is that?!" one of the soldiers shouted.

"I don't know, but we better get rid of it..." the Kerichoan growled as he prepped his armor and leap out with a roar. "We don't need any more damage done to what is considered sacred to the Reptilicus!"

The great panther landed on all four next to the shaman and stared at the dark-skinned beast. The hunters all got in front of Titus and shielded the two as the animal hunter turned to see the medicine man.

“Are you all right?” he asked, the hunters hissing as they prepared for anything. “What is going on? Who is he?”

"That one belongs to no tribes I know..." the Shaman explained, pulling out what was left of his Phazon enhanced weapons and handed them to the hunters nearest him. "He says the blue liquid is his, or rather his master's, and that he is here to reclaim it. He is no god but a demon! Our gods would never send the likes of him to retrieve something so precious with such violence!"

By the time Titus had jumped out of his ship and landed next to the shaman the large creature had completed its "transformation", the beast being nearly three meters tall and its main body being almost two meters long, with its fierce red eyes enveloped by a blue glow it was a terrifying sight to behold, however it did not seem to be in a battle stance at this time, and as the Kerichoan was filled in on the situation by the Shaman the huge Ing, known to some as Abomination was changing his focus to the panther.

"You are... Different, why do you intend to sacrifice yourself for them?"

Titus began to step out and pace slowly around this great beast. He had heard of its kind... The shaman was right to think that this creature was a demon, but it was a demon of a different sort. It was a creature of darkness, evil in a physical form. The Kerichoan listened as it addressed him. "I may be different, but why I do what I do is not of your concern, Ing... I thought the likes of you were destroyed during Aether, or at least the remnants destroyed when Phaaze was destroyed..."

When Titus started to pace around Abomination it also began to move, although taking slow, steady steps mostly to keep its intense stare fixed at Titus. It hissed loudly when Aether was mentioned, as if recalling the events of the dark twins destruction, however the mention of Phaaze did not seem to have any real effect on him, to Abomination Phaaze was simply the original source of Phazon, no more, to him Phazon was merely a tool to be used by the powerful.

"You are right, we are few. However the Emperor, our, no… MY master entrusted me with the resurrection of the Ing, I will not allow any obstacles to get in MY way!" And as he said this he swung his right front leg, sending a stream of dark matter flying towards the Kerichoan.

Before Titus could dodge, it had taken a direct hit to his chest, sending him sliding on the ground. Slamming into the wall, the wind was almost knocked out of him, but he shakily stood up, panting as he tried to get the air flowing through him again. The two PED troops still in the air quickly radioed the other pilots and comrades.

"This is PED Unit 010. We have a hunter down and need assistance immediately. I repeat: we have a hunter down!"

The four units with T’kran and Al’An received the message and quickly connected to the two allies.

“Sirs, we have a situation on hand at the temple grounds. We need to get there ASAP.”
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"This is PED Unit 010. We have a hunter down and need assistance immediately. I repeat: we have a hunter down!"

T'kran didn't need the troopers to tell him: his PED unit came with an in-built communications frequency used by Federation marines. "Titus... what have you gotten yourself into?" T'kran had rushed back towards his ship the moment he'd received the message, and responded. "PED Unit 010, this is Hunter T'kran. Hunter Al'an and I are enroute with PED Units 012 and 013."

Quickly entering his ship, he hurried into the cockpit and brought up the control unit. His ship quickly detected the new hardware in T'kran's suit, and automatically optimised itself to allow connection with the Federation systems.

"Axon, report. What the hell is going on down there?"

A silver and blue security drone appeared on the HUD. "You're not going to believe this. The ship picked up massive spikes of dark energy from the Temple region."

"Dark energy? Oh... you have GOT to be kidding me. Ing, here? Axon, get me to the temple, now!" He tapped the control unit on his shoulder plate, and it began to glow faintly as the PED set itself on stand-by, ready to activate when T'kran needed it.

The Darkstar lifted out of the docking bay with almost no noise save a faint, low whine as the stealth engines powered up, and it accelerated noiselessly towards the Bryyonian temple.

Several minutes passed, and the ship slowed to a halt just out of sight, landing on a clifftop near the Temple. T'kran exited moments later, finding his way down into the temple grounds, making sure to stay out of sight, but still able to see the situation. The massive black monstrosity confirmed his worst fears: the Ing weren't dead.

And this thing was big.
Edited by Bloody Pom, Apr 21 2008, 05:54 PM.
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"This is PED Unit 010. We have a hunter down and need assistance immediately. I repeat: we have a hunter down!"

Al'An jumped slightly. Out of all messages he expected to hear the least, this was the one that topped the list. The hunters he had seen seemed fairly capable when he inspected them earlier. The only possible explanation was that something unexpected had entered the situation.

Without hesitation, Al'An brought his ship into the air and it launched out of the hangar, leaving behind a bright green aftertrail from the main vent. During the time it took him to travel to the location of the fallen hunter he ensured that all of his armaments were in shape to be used. Quickly Al'An folded up the Beam Rifle and stashed it beneath his cape. After several more minutes of travel his ship's AI displayed a message on a screen to the left of him: "Approaching transmission co-ordinates of last known received message".

Al'An demagnetized himself from his chair and walked to the back of his ship, placing his hand on a triangular panel and opening the rear door.

The ground sped by. The rivers of Fuel Gel looked like burning veins in the flesh of some large rocky creature. The way that the fuel gel glowed as the ship flew over it was almost entrancing. There was a beep from a small monitor. This beep meant that Al'An should jump. He knew, as he had deployed in this fashion many times before.

In an instant, Al'An's ship streaked over the temple. Al'An jumped, and for the first time saw exactly what it was that was causing the problem. A huge... Ing? Al'An quickly tapped his right elbow, and his arm-cannon appeared in a flurry of green lines. He was about 5 seconds from impact. The gel-layer in his armor hardened, and he drew himself into landing position. Three seconds. The details on the Ing became clear. There were phazon crystals scattered about it. Two seconds. Al'An saw the injured Kerichoan. One second. Al'An braced himself, a look of either insanity, bravery or fear on his face.

Impact.

There was a loud smashing noise. Almost like when you pound a patch of dirt with a 300 pound sledgehammer. A large cloud of dust was thrust into the air, completely obscuring Al'An. Several moments passed, and a gust of wind blew and carried the dust away.

Al'An was crouching in impact position, the muscle-gel layer in his armorsuit liquefying. His left fist must've been at least 2 inches in the ground. He fired his jump-pack at the last moment so that he wouldn't make a large crater upon impact. Slowly, Al'An stood up. He landed on one of the ledges above the temple, opposite the giant reptillian head.

"Backup has arrived!" Al'An shouted in a demonic, digital voice.

(OOC: Quite the entrance. Some of the dust was from the jump-pack firing, but nobody but Al'An should know that unless Al'An tells them. Also if I got any of the setting wrong I'll repair it. Just tell me.)
Edited by Qualanx, Apr 23 2008, 07:50 PM.
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T’kran’s units docked near where his ship was, the two PED units following him while the tech support and pilot stayed well away from the fight, but also close enough in case something happened with the unit they had implemented on the former pirate.

Titus looked up as his vision began to clear, the fuel gel that had splashed from the grating shocking him awake with burns. He looked up and glared at the towering Al’an as he stood on the statue's head.

“How irresponsible...” the Kerichoan growled. “A shockwave like that could've triggered a quake on one of the many fault lines here...! He was lucky to not have even broken the statue with such sheer force…”

His servos whined as two Reptilicus hunters ran over to help him to a crouched position while the rest of the hunters cracked their whips against the slated ground, minute globules of fuel gel kicked into the air. He ran his hand over his chest, feeling the dent that had been made, as well as the bruise that seemed to have accumulated as his mind wandered semiconsciously. The shaman barked out several orders to ignore the one who had killed their brethren and focus on the demon.

“Leave the former threat be, for we shall take care of him later!” he shouted in the universal standard dialect to all the hunters. “Take on the dark creature that uses the dead as his skin! It is here to take the gift of the gods and use it for its own vile doings!”

Titus looked up and tapped his COM as his suit, the Iron Claw, was going through a self diagnostic to see what had been damaged. He could taste the strange coppery feel of blood in his mouth, a sign that he had been hit harder than he had expected. Lung puncture… a broken vessel or two… It could be anything now, but what was more important was to get this creature under control, if not destroyed.

“T’kran, Al’an, this guy is not one to be messed with,” he warned, the suit now doing its own minor repairs to the sensors. “Looks like it can take anything that’s Phazon and absorb it. According to the Geiger counter, that thing’s radiation level is shooting beyond the heavens!”

The Reptilicus turned to their leader, waiting for their instructions. As savage as the humans thought they were, they were also of some intelligence. The shaman nodded as he slapped his tail on the grating. At the sound, four of the six-limbed lizard drew their whips and lashed out at the beast of darkness, hoping that once it was ensnared, those remaining would be able to throw their specialty shurikens and deal a deadly blow to the one who threatened their prize. A guttural growl could be heard from the witch doctor.

“Attack!”
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OOC: Writing long sentences with Abomination as "it" is starting to get annoying >.> So I'm just gonna say "he" as he's more male-ish than anything else, even if he doesent have an actual gender. And uhm, when did Al'an ever meet or read about Ing? Seeing how they are said to be extinct I dont see why he (who from what I can tell) who is from a different galaxy would be interested in a dead race of this one. But oh well. Also... Yeah I dunno what to do with Abo right now really.

Abomination was both amused and angered by how easily the panther had been brought down, amused by his big words, and then falling for one attack, angered because he had expected more from him. A low hiss sound could be heard from Abomination as he turned away from the Keriochan as he moved his eye to look at the Shaman once more, although before he said anything, or any of the reptilicus did anything significant a ship streaked by above the temple and something droped from it, only moments later to crash straight into the grating that made up the floor of the area, sending fuel gel rippling across it, some of it splashing against Abominations legs, although which burned which more was questionable.

Due to the new appearance Abominations focus had shifted to Al'an. Had he been able to he'd have sighed at how unecessary Al'ans entrance had been, and how open he had been during it. Although with the new appearances came more of a challenge, and he liked challenges, although if the new one was no better than the panther, and he certainly didnt seem too experienced, Abomination would probably be able to swat him like a fly. Abomination hissed lowly as the Reptilicus began to move into positions as the Shaman yelled out orders, although as they attacked with their whips he didnt move, letting the whips hit wherever they did, one of them etched itself around his left front leg, and just as the rest had either withdrawn their whips or they had stuck on him as well he pulled with the leg, making the reptilicus who held the whip fly towards him, only to be impaled upon the same leg as Abomination brough it down on the reptilicus. "You are in the way, let me fight him" Abomination said as he pointed with his left leg which was dripping with blood from the Reptilicus, at Al'an.

OOC: I will make a reply with Twilight once I have any clue how far we can go with finding those bombs.
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Faulias stood, weapons still drawn, when Rear Admiral Maeda issued her orders to him.

“I want you two to stay here and make sure he doesn’t do anything rash,” she commanded. “If he does as much as dare to try something funny, I want you on him faster than he can react."

He saluted briskly as she finished the statement. "It shall be done, Rear Admiral. If he so much as twitches he'll have a gun barrel staring him down." Maeda then took her leave of the three, supported by a remaining squadron of five troopers and two PED units, to do the many other important things on her mind. Faulias nodded at Travis, and thus their guard duty began.

After several minutes of silence from both sides, Faulias turned to address the other men that had been assigned to them. He remained sideways to keep an eye on Keeler as he talked to the men. "Take a position at the far end of the room," he said quietly. "troopers in front, PEDs in back. I'm more capable for close-range combat than you are, and I intend to see every one of us safely through this."

Then, he turned back around to Travis. "You might want to consider getting comfortable somewhere too. This might be a long day... if you want, you could take up a defensive position with the other Troopers. I personally plan on staying here to be the first one to greet that son of a bitch."
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(OOC: Bwahaha I just got a cool idea for Ember, it’s all your fault Curon)

Lorrilal found herself quickly ushered onto Tina’s ship before she had the chance to see Pyro’s reaction to her statement.

It wasn’t often when she found herself hurling insults, or even compliments, of course, she wasn’t sure which one she had meant it as. She had to respect Pyro for his strength and intelligence, but the way he used them left something to be desired.

Thinking of the word ‘desired’ made her think back to her conversation with the human. It had been cut short before she said something that wasn’t her own words. Thinking of them now caused her to murmur them quietly.

“She wants to see you again.”

Long, black claws settled gently on her cheek one by one. Lorrilal spoke again, louder this time.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

A smooth, feminine voice answered from behind her. “She can’t see me. Like your sister, you’re sensitive to the ebb and flow of reality, I coexist within the construction of it, so you can see me even if I try to hide.”

The Fae shuddered, her whole body feeling heavy. “You’re a new playing piece in the game, Ember. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. The human…”

“Yes, Curon, where is he?”

“Eight years, seven months ago, you accepted something, something in the dark confines that my sister put you in, something no one knew was there. You took it for revenge against her, unaware of what it even was. It changed you, make you powerful, smarter, stronger. You’re no longer a young, naïve woman of nobility with her money to blind her.”

Ember sighed impatiently and leaned in close. “Though I am a little unnerved as to the accuracy of your telling, I’m not interested in my own life story, I just want to know where Curon is.”

Lorrilal closed her eyes. “That thing you picked up. Even you know it is sentient. Have you noticed that it has given you all of what it is capable of, and has asked nothing in return? That it has not spoken to you but once?”

“Stop prattling on and tell me where he is.”

“It was weakened because of the harm to its world, but it has been getting stronger over time. Waiting for its chance when you let your guard down, never have you been weaker about your sense of self until recently. By seeking out Curon, you will throw events into motion that even I cannot forsee the outcome of.”

The slap from Ember sent Lorrilal’s head snapping to one side. “Tell me where he is!” She shrieked in anger, tinged with a little fear.

Lorrilal ran her own hand across the series of fresh cuts on her face. “Again, power in a form I find myself immune to. You can find Curon where there is panic, desperation.”

Ember gave Lorrilal one last scowl before disappearing.

The Fae unbuckled the seat she was in and slid down to the floor. She was dimly aware that her traveling companion had heard only her side of the conversation, but at the moment it wasn’t on her top list of priorities.

“Tina.” She half whimpered. “I don’t feel well.”

She then proceeded to throw up all over the floor.
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Keeler could hear muffled voices coming from the other side of the door as he sat up against the far wall of the storage room, but he couldn't make out whose voices they were or what exactly they were saying. He felt like he was feeling steadier now. While he still had that slight out-of-body feeling, his thoughts sounded clearer to him.

He now had an immediate goal; get past the bounty hunters gathered outside the door. Unfortunately, the fact that they were all armed to the teeth while he didn't have a pistol on him presented a bit of a problem. He did have his cybernetics, which he figured might at least give him a puncher's chance.

And then there was his ultimate trump card... the detonator around his wrist.

The question then became how to play it. He could flash it in the window at them and start making all kinds of demands, but something told him that wouldn't work out very well. He could try and make them a deal, take them to the mechanics' locker room where he'd planted the charges in exchange for whatever he could get out of them. But there was now telling how receptive they would be to that idea. Especially Clark. He wasn't known for making deals.

There was one more option. Set it off. Blow the Silverado to kingdom come. End it all now, potentially take out arguably the best hunter among the group in Clark, and let the Darklings take care of the rest. And oh by they way, probably get killed himself in the process, given the fact that they were well within the blast radius. That was what stayed his hand. He'd known the risk when he'd accepted the task, but he wasn't going to argue with a Darkling. Besides, he'd always planned on making an escape just as he pressed the button.

"Well, isn't this a pathetic sight," a British-accented voice said beside Keeler. He turned his head to see John Tyre crouching down next to him.

On some level, he was aware that this was merely a hallucination, a figment of his corrupted imagination. Otherwise the sight of the Ing-possessed Englishman, hoodie and all, seemed to him to be very real indeed.

"Look at you," John said. "Cowering in the dark like a scared rodent. To think that people on Earth actually fear you."

Keeler swore at him in German. "I am not cowering," he snarled. "I am merely contemplating my next course of action. I have a number of options, you know."

"That's bullshit and you know it," John replied. "You're afraid to pull the trigger."

He locked eyes with the Darkling, not an easy thing to do, even in a hallucination. He had to admit that what John had said was true.
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