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| ~Alkarii~ | Aug 7 2016, 07:36 PM Post #41 |
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Soul Eater
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"Well, there is the possibility that this is an unknown natural phenomenon, or the result of multiple previously known phenomena doing something unexpected," Ahtazem said with a small shrug. "It's even possible that this is something that can only occur in this universe." "Let's not forget," Gauro said, leaning forward and resting an elbow on the table. "We also detected temporal and spatial distortions, considerably more than just what all the ships present could produce. It's even possible that this was an accident, caused by experimental technology. If that's the case, then it could be that whoever conducted such an experiment isn't even aware of what happened, either because they were too far away, or because whatever hit the planet got them, too." Using the monitoring systems inside the room, he saw that the one called Hernandez looked rather distressed. His guess was that she was sent as an escort, and probably didn't like getting surprised like that. His use of a shifting disguise was also likely part of it, too. However, even though neither he nor the captain expected any guests to pose any threat at all, his choice to show off could have come across as an intention to intimidate them into behaving, so he decided to turn off that particular feature of his suit, causing it to fade away. Underneath it, he was wearing his armor, which seemed to be one continuous piece of material, with no seams. It was mostly form fitting, almost like a skinsuit, yet didn't really reveal anything. There was no face or visor, just smooth metal, with a matte, bluish gray finish. Using his ocular implants, he surreptitiously scanned Hernandez. There was some human DNA, but the rest wasn't in the database, which meant that part of her was something completely new. I'll have to find out more about her later, he thought to himself. For just the tiniest fraction of a second, and by just the tiniest amount, Ahtazem's eyes went out of focus before she gestured with her hand at an empty spot at the table. "My First Officer has just informed me that we've received a transmission from a communications buoy in the system," she said as a new chair formed, and a hologram began forming. "I'm not sure if it's the same one we've been discussing, but whoever it is on the other end may be able to help." The hologram formed, and she received an indication that a link was established. "Mister Golong, was it? Would you be able to tell us anything about what happened here?" |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Aug 8 2016, 06:23 PM Post #42 |
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The statement that a conscious entity wasn't behind the circumstances of their presence here--the artificial aging of the nearby star and the desecration of the planet some thousands of miles beneath their feet--was hardly a thought that Z'Gato could agree with. In all his years of travelling the stars, he had never seen anything 'natural' that even closely resembled the phenominon they were discussing at this very moment--the fact that no source or trace could be determined for the cause of an M-Class planet suddenly being barren of life and atmosphere was preposterous in the extreme. He didn't notice the Metroidian's tension until it had started to relax, easing its fingers from the arm rests that had, apparently, been clenched. And the only reason he had known it at all was from the quickly-evaporating depressions she had made upon it, and in all honesty, the avian warrior could associate with that kind of irritation. Z'Gato dealt more with physical threats and obvious enemies, not this kind of cloak-and-dagger that was eluding them to such a degree. He hated not having an obvious enemy to pursue. The discussion returned to the buoy in the system, particularly the security measures and whatever else might be guarding the information within the device. Honestly, if they had not been alerted to the problem on this planet in the first place, then triggering alarms on the buoy would be a quick way to garner that attention. And if they already knew about the planet, then the armored Chozo hardly cared what the Federation would or would not do. After all, if they had managed to stumble across this barren planet on their own, then that meant the Federation had yet to take action themselves, for one reason or another--either way, it was enough for Z'Gato to act on obtaining that information regardless of the 'laws' he was breaking. At that moment, their other visitor decided to stop with the random-changing aspect of their appearance, taking on a kind of 'full-metal' visage. No real distinguishing features, aside from the metallic exterior, could be descerned from it, aside from the humanoid structure--perhaps seeing it's 'true' form--if that was, indeed, what it was--was a bit more unsettling than something that could take on any shape or size it wanted to. But he shrugged the thought away, preferring to refocus the attention upon the conversation at hand. However, that was a short-lived moment, as the Captain of the ship they were visiting informed them of another party that was trying to contact, and coordinate with them, the room opening up another connection to... whoever they were speaking to. Mister Golong? What kind of name was that... |
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| +Aiko+ | Aug 16 2016, 01:54 PM Post #43 |
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Roffel House!
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(Sorry for the delay! This is short, but hopefully this will give you something to work with.) Chancellor Cheryl sat on her bunk, fingers swiping her data pad as she examined the information streaming in from the system’s lone buoy. While it wasn’t technically in her job description to be a snoop, there was something about their whole situation that just felt wrong. She couldn’t explain her discomfort to the rest of the crew… she couldn’t explain it to herself, but something deep within her couldn’t shake the feeling of imminent danger. She didn’t like Ryan off the ship when she felt like this. Although Hernandez’s presence offered at least some comfort, if something did go wrong, Cheryl was in no real position to oversee Ryan’s safety directly. Although that wasn’t her current job description either, old habits were hard to break, and she had a vested interest in Ryan’s well-being. Her finger stopped at one seemingly insignificant but incongruous value in the stream of data they had received. She bit her lower lip, trying valiantly to dredge up the ancient memory. It was just on the tip of her tongue, if only she- The ship shook violently, throwing her off her bunk and onto the sleeping officer below her, who had also been thrown. Warning lights flashed red and the ship’s engines roared in response. “All crew, prepare for impact!” she heard Texas shout over the intercom. ****************** The once empty region of space over the planet was suddenly filled with debris. Smaller objects pinged and bounced off the hulls of the functional vessels, but larger chunks were a bigger problem. Metal debris the size of a tractor-trailer had collided with the Yukon before sensors had the time to detect the danger, and now the ship was partially hobbled, struggling to dodge the remaining field while half of the ship’s thrusters were damaged, destroyed, or covered by the impacted debris. |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 17 2016, 11:21 PM Post #44 |
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Clockwork Master
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"Ahh yes," came a jovial voice as the hologram formed into Beggie Golong. He wore his rather formal, professional, diplomatic attire. Between his black coat, he fudged with his beige tie as he stood there at the meeting. "It's always nice to be unnoficially late to party, or in this case, a meeting, but I'm getting ahead of myself here. "But yes, to answer your question, and I may be getting ahead of myself here, but...it would appear we may be dealing with some kind fractured, temporal jigsaw phenomon." Beggie cleared his throat, "First, before we get to the sensor bouy - yes, I have access to it, by the way - I need to make an odd head count of sorts. It's to verify a few things, including knowing who's from where." "Alright, question 1: Who here is local to both this current dimension and general time line? Don't be shy, just raise your hand." Even as he said that, Beggie raised his, looking to check who was who. After a moment, he continued, "Good, excellent. Very good. Now, of those you who are in fact indiginious in one way another to this plane of existence, please raise your hand if actually seeing the planet in question baffles you? Again, don't be shy." He waited another moment to see the response, also again raising his hand. Then, with great enthusiasm, he clapped his hands to together. "Gongratulations, you are one of the few lucky individuals what the fuck's going on. If that sounds redundant, that's because the rest of the universe seems to not care. Or rather, not notice how history has suddenly changed. Temporal change will do that." His enthusiasm waning, Beggie made a sighed, "But yes, it appears a part of history has been re-written. Almost ALL data records within the galactic federation show this planet, well, as it always has been; a dying dustball." Finally sitting down, Beggie clasped his hands in a more annoyed than troubled expression. "Interestingly, the sensor bouy does in fact display there had once been a civilization, and then...not. Where, when and how is unknown to me since trying, strangely, all its dates after that point are getting some kind of error." He sighed, "For all the Albanoid Faction's scientific exploration, time travel is ironically not one of our fortés." "I can send you the data to look over, but I think the bigger question here isn't what happened to the planet, but when." |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Aug 30 2016, 01:32 AM Post #45 |
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Soul Eater
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"Well, that certainly would explain the temporal distortions we detected," Ahtazem said, though not sounding as if she felt any relief. "So, now that we have at least an idea of how it happened, we can try to determine who did it, what they did, when, and why." "Not only that," Gauro added. "whoever did this may also be able to travel to our universe. So until we determine that they lack that capability, we should assume they pose a threat to our own universe. At a minimum, we should gather as much information as possible about whoever did this, and get that information to the Collective." It was about that time that the debris had appeared over the planet. Several pieces had glanced off the Zhokavven's armored hull before the shields came online, but thankfully the damage was just superficial and easily repaired. Sikoa's voice was suddenly broadcast into the room, speaking in English. "Captain, you might want to see this," he said, as a holographic model of part of the system appeared over the table. Markers indicated the positions of the ships, the planet, and the debris that hadn't been there earlier appeared as a glowing cloud. "This debris just suddenly appeared. From what we can determine, most of it is what remains of the system's infrastructure, though some of it likely came from vessels that had been here." There was a brief pause, and Ahtazem looked worried as she guessed why Sikoa spoke in English. If it was something that only affected the Zhokavven, he'd have simply contacted her via a direct link. "The Yukon has been hit, but they're still intact. We're moving closer assist; we're opening a channel to the Yukon, patching it through to the briefing room. Whenever you're ready, Captain Connel." "Zhelk," Ahtazem said quietly, careful to keep the computer from translating it. |
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| +transcon+ | Sep 1 2016, 07:48 PM Post #46 |
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Three minutes later... Dull echoes of debris clanging off of the bulkheads reverberating in low tones throughout the Yukon's wounded hull. An angry red light pulsed slowly in each of the rooms casting shadows from the shards of panels and wire. The vessel was positioned in the Zhokaven's "shadow", using it as a shield from the orbiting debris field. The running lights flickered, and sparks could be seen in the hole that was punched through the starboard engine nacelle. The shields seemed to be active just enough to deflect the smaller stray shards of debris that strayed from their paths. Smoke filled the cabin of the bridge. Commander Artam crawled towards the helm, reaching Yellowjacket first. She was unconscious and draped across her station console. With a sigh, he pulled himself forward further. Through one bleary eye, he looked over to Angerona who had a death grip on the stick and throttle controls. She was alert, teeth and fangs clenched, breathing erratically. Artam followed her locked gaze to the windshield, which was perilously cracked. Suddenly, he felt someone by his side. The counselor struggled to roll Artam onto his back, and that was when he felt a sharp pain through his right leg. It had been broken after being tossed to the floor from the impact. "Everyone on the bridge is out except for us," he heard the voice report. "And Ensign Angerona can't move. She's speared through the chest, and she's using her power to keep the window from exploding." Not a good way to start a trip back to shore leave. ----------------------------- The rookie's morale had not only been broken like everyone else, his heart was shattered like the rip in the hull he was stuck staring at. Alex witnessed one of Zed's technicians get yanked into the void of space while lending a had. ----------------------------- Mortis tore into the hallway and trudged through spots of fire from exploded conduits, around buckled bulkheads, and up a wrecked flight of metal stairs to the bridge. She speared each side of the door and ripped it off of their hinges and tossed it aside. A pair of lights flicked on emanating from ports in her chest plate to illuminate the bridge with her piercing glowing red eyes. The lamps cast her body like a silhouette with the backdrop of smoke and flames and sparks making her look like some metallic demon. "Scrap!," she cursed as she dropped her medkit and began her work. ----------------------------- Zed, with wrench in hand, pulled the body of one of his technicians off a console, ripped open a panel, and tore into his work. Communications were down. He barely was able to keep life support functioning. The tall lanky dull-green skinned alien growled with each turn of the wrench. His left eye glowed purple, surrounded by inky black skin as if it was infected. It turned when Alex barged into engineering. "Ben," the rookie said with sadness. Zed nodded his head at the corpse he just laid down. "And Jack. Damnit. What happened?" "We were hit," Zed grunted. "No time to raise shields before the first strike. What do you know?" "I was helping Ben work on the plasma conduits on Deck Four, starboard side. Suddenly...." Alex let the sentence hang. "Alright, Mister Garatelli," Zed acknowledged. "Grab a wrench and gimme a hand. This Comm relay ain't gonna fix itself." "What, no 'rookie'?" The lamenting crewman grabbed a toolkit from a storage partition in the wall. "No, kid. I think you earned your stripes today." -------------------------- Three minutes ago.... "Ben," Zed barked at his technician. "Got a reading in the plasma conduit from Engine Two. Think we can shore up the efficiency?" Ben didn't need to say a word. Of course, he couldn't. He was mute. With a smile and an upturned thumb at his boss, he grabbed a tool kit and made his way. The man figured it'd be a good idea to grab the rookie along the way. He figured it'd be good experience for Alex. -------------------------- "I told you, no jumping the rail to Deck Two," Mortis warned the injured crewman she was tending. "You organics and your rush to sustenance. How are you going to explain this sprained wrist to the captain"? -------------------------- "Other than what was previously reported," Telar announced, "nothing new, Ship Master." Artam nodded, locked his wrists behind his back, and paced over to the communications station. "Everything must be going okay," the man reported. "No news is good news, I guess." Artam faced the windshield. The planet filled the left half while the Zhokaven was framed to the right. Peaceful. The way the crew worked reminded him solemnly of the times he served aboard Covenant vessels, and later Separatist ships similar to one he even commanded. Everyone had their station, and understood it so well that commands were barely needed. -------------------------- Ryan shook his head as if he was rattling cobwebs loose in his brain. He suddenly felt uneasy, but it was unclear as to what it could have been. He listened to the two human descendants discuss the situation, and somehow they looped back to a 'who' being responsible for the phenomena. He also answered Beggie Golong's questions with quick gestures. Yes, he was from this plane of existence, but not from this timeline - originally. In all his existence, he couldn't honestly point to a particular timeline or dimension he originated from. Ryan ceased caring which was which. To him, it was all a part of Reality. "I'm actually glad you could join us, Begg-, er, Mister Golong." Ryan cleared his throat after correcting himself. "My apologies for the sense of familiarity, but we can get to that later, time provided. "Still not sold on the 'who' aspect. This seems more plausible to be a spacial phenomenon acting on natural forces at work here. Until there's evidence of a 'who', I think we should work on possible solutions. Is there a way to correct the damage, or if not, what research can we do to alert the surrounding areas?" "Sir?" Hernandez piped up. When Ryan turned, he found her staring him with concern. "You look pale. Are you alright?" "What do you mean I look pale?" He knew her breed of Metroids were essentially watered-down humanoid cousins of their parent species. He wondered if her eyes could see something amiss aside from his complexion. That's when his heart sank. ---------------------------- As Orpo Artam stared out the windshield, for a moment he saw the stars shimmer and twist, the planet shimmer, and the large visiting vessel shift. In a blink, the view was flooded with debris. "What the shit?" Angerona gasped as she grabbed the manual controls. The hull shuddered and cried as something slammed into it. The Yukon lurched and rolled to port from the impact on the starboard side. The red alert klaxon sounded as the lights dimmed and flashed red. Artam was thrown first up into the ceiling, then down onto the deck. Several others of the bridge crew was slammed out of their seats. Texas scrambled to the comm station over the guy sprawled out on the deck. “All crew, prepare for impact!” she shouted over the intercom. Shields automatically raised in response thanks to SAIA, the vessel's artifical intelligence governing ship-wide systems. However, it wasn't fast enough with the suddenness of the onslaught. "Hull breach on Deck Four!" Telar called out while maintaining disciplined focus before his station blew and knocked him backward. Power conduits surged throughout the ship. Panels and sparks and flame rained down through the starboard side. Crew were blown over the railings, off their bunks, or nailed by raining chunks of metal. A beam came loose on the bridge and fell across Yellowjacket. Another stray shard in space bounced off the bow of the vessel before Angerona could regain control cracking the thick glass of the windshield. --------------------------------- Alex could read part of another ship's hull as it ran right through the section he and Ben were working on. 'Angel-'. It took all of his super-strength as he held on to a deck rail as the explosive decompression rocked the chamber. He fought tooth and nail to make it back to the door and slam it behind him, sealing the room. He just witnessed a friend get sucked out into space. There was nothing he could have done. --------------------------------- "Helm!" Orpo shouted from the floor. His armor protected him from falling debris, but it didn't help him with the sudden falling impact. The pain was excruciating, but it was a sharp reminder that he was still alive, and still in charge. "Augh!" was all Angerona could gurgle. A piece of conduit shrapnel was speared through her chest pinning her to her seat. It was all she could do to maintain consciousness, regain attitude control of the Yukon, and use her EM fields to supplement power to the integrity fields supporting the windshield. The RCS thrusters flashed and jetted, all except those on the starboard wing, in response to Angerona's commands. Plasma and gasses plumed out of the starboard nacelle as the port's main engine throttled up. The pilot did the best she could, all things considering. Observers could definitely tell that the pilot was not only good, but excelled in thinking three-dimensionally. "Comm lines are down! I can't get the captain!" Councellor Texas reported in near panic. "Teleporter room also reports that they lost the lock on them." "Ensign, do your best to use the Zhokavven as a shield if you have to," Artam growled through the pain. "Just get us out of here!" "Hukk," she responded again gurgling through the fluids building up in her chest. --------------------------------------- "Report!" Ryan called out, thankful for the Zhokavven's crew patching him through. But, there was no answer. He shot up out of his seat and stood rigid. "This is the captain. Yukon, please respond!" Hernandez, could see the anxiety and worry overwhelming her captain. If what their hosts were saying was true, it was possible that the Yukon's communications were knocked out. Or-... "This is Garatelli of the Yukon," came the reply. "Captain, we're glad to hear your voice!" "Report, Garatelli." The relief in Ryan's voice was easy to hear. "Let me patch you to the bridge. We just got the radio up and running." There was a brief pause, then a click. "Artam here," the commander answered. His voice was low and sounded strained. "We're still in one piece, mostly." "Mortis here," she added. "Performing triage. Five casualties. Bridge crew has severe injuries, but are all stable. Counselor Texas is assisting. If I'm going to save lives in the rest of the ship, I'm going to need more hands, Captain." "I'll see what I can do," Ryan said with an even tone and a nod. "I will be returning ASAP. The crew of the Zhokavven has been gracious in offering assistance. I'll keep you posted. "And, someone get Mister Garatelli a uniform. He earned it today." Edited by transcon, Sep 1 2016, 07:49 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Sep 2 2016, 12:43 PM Post #47 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Meanwhile, on the planet below... Having finally finished placing all of his sensors across the dead monument hung on dim nothingness, Yuujaaf had retreated to the relative safety of Saurmaa’s Voice and had begun his own sensory investigation for the Federation; an easy job, but for Yuuj it was far better than dealing with the legions of females of his kind begging to lay his eggs. The first Hyacertan in space, and over a decade later the admirers had only increased and intensified. Doubly so, once it was a public revelation that he was a comrade and confidant of the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. Sure, he had seen the absolute necropolis that was K79-B, and the sensors were giving an essential rundown of the remaining solid compositions of the planet and any remaining liquids and gasses, but everything was as he had felt upon warping into the system: wrong, just plain. Even the star upon which the planet orbit seemed to be upon its deathbed. Was this the wrath of Bholgaan unleashed, provoked by some foolish mortal? Or was this merely the result of some bizarre act of the natural world, the likes of which Wungek had never seen nor heard of in his time? He wasn’t sure, but the very thought made his spine feel rigid, his scales cold and stiff. A myriad of fearful, darker blues broke out across his cerulean visage as his mouth twisted into a grimace. The sooner the sensors were finished, the better; this planet would shorten his days if he remained here much longer. For now, it was just a matter of letting the sensors do their work. Then, he could leave them on this haunted rock and go join the others on the Yukon or wherever they had chosen to congregate, where at least there was life and light and warmth and people. Just a little bit more, the scan progress was reading at 89 percent… And then, Yuuj found himself and his gunship being rocked by a force of unmeasured magnitude. [“UNKNOWN MASSIVE-WEIRDFORCE DETECTED; SENSORY SCAN BEING RECALIBRATED.”] The shipboard AI, a basic operational and flight control construct, bellowed in deep Hyacertan tones, the construct unable to piece together words from Yuuj’s native language for “Phenomena” and instead chose a Hyacertan word salad to explain what had just happen; he would have to remedy that in his spare time, but for no what had his attention were the COLOSSAL PIECES OF DEBRIS, METAL FRAMEWORK AND EVEN ENTIRE OR PARTIAL BUILDINGS SUDDENLY BREAKING INTO THE ATMOSPHERE AND FALLING FROM THE SKY! [“WARNING! WARNING! MULTIPLE LARGE OBJECTS ENTERING ATMOSPHERE AND FALLING ACROSS SURFACE OF PLANET!”] (Forget the sensories! I shall be like Kil’gaxas the Crushed if I do not flee!) Yuuj wasted no time to disengage the landing sequence, activating the Asteroid Field setting on the Hunter-class’ shipboard controls and gunning the engine. As he did this, the power being diverted from most of the weapons’ systems to harden the shields in a gleaming blue sheen, smaller pieces of of debris either bouncing harmlessly off Saurmaa’s Voice or crumbling against the hull. Warning sirens and klaxons were ringing in Yuuj’s ears as he frantically began to worm his way around the pieces of large, falling debris, watching as one of the sensors he placed on the surface of K79-B flickered for a few seconds on the holomap, then went out completely. Whatever was happening was happening all across the surface of the recent cryptopolis world, and as he began to ascend, the debris showed no signs of thinning. As he broke through what was left of the world’s atmosphere, Yuuj’s green reptilian eyes went wide with alarm and his tail rose into a distressed whipcurl as he noticed an explosion in the distance; in the exact same location that the Yukon had been in orbit above the planet. (No! By the breath of Saurmaa, were they caught unprepared…?) Yuuj found that as he ascended, the debris chunks were only increasing and growing even bigger; it was like all the plant life, buildings and other signs of civilization he had largely found missing were all suddenly crashing back to the surface. (What has happened to this world… this star system…?) “Star Cruiser Yukon,” Yuuj began in a distressed transmission, his Hyacertan accent very nearly lilting the ship’s name to “Yucone” again, his gunship still worming his way towards the friendly vessels. Would this accursed debris field never thin…? “This is Wungek Yuujaaf. What is going on…? I was just in the minding of my business, and then suddenly all matter of muu’gesh… or ‘junk’, as humans call it, has begun to fall from the sky. Is everyone ali- GAH!” Yuuj had barely dodged what he could have sworn was once part of a mountainside from the planet’s surface, Saurmaa’s Voice passing so close to the massive debris chunk that Yuuj was almost positive he saw what looked to be grasses, crystal formations, moss and the remnants of trees along its surface, using his lasers to blast away at a chunk that was obstructing his path and accelerating to the point the vessel was shaking from the force of the engines. He had to find a way to break away from the danger. “Is there anywhere I can find docking safety? This debris field feels like the wrath of Angshalaka herself.” Yuuj finally finished, ending the transmission. "Barring that, is there any way I can be of aid?" Edited by Deadly Aim, Sep 4 2016, 10:59 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Sep 4 2016, 08:39 PM Post #48 |
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The explanation by the disembodied voice was hardly something that was welcome by the Chozo--he had thought things were complicated enough with the sudden disappearance of virtually all life on a planet and the rapid aging of the system's star, and now there was talk of individuals from the future--or another dimension entirely--possibly manipulating events in their own dimension as well. Frankly, Z'Gato cared not for these kinds of discussions--he much preferred to have a target or enemy right in front of him so he could deal with it directly. Throwing these odd, scientific things into the mix just annoyed him to no end, as was apparent by the clacking of his armored talons against his opposite forearm, his arms crossed in front of his armored chest in a display of both aggravation and boredom.
Both fortunately and unfortunately, the bout of complacency was interrupted by a shudder of the ship, causing the Chozo warrior to grasp to the table with one hand while widening his stance, half-a-mind to use his Maru Maru ability to absorb the inertia of the impact, but it seemed the ship he was presiding in was a lot sturdier than he had given it credit, managing to keep itself steady despite the impacts. After a moment, an almost-invisible screen seemed to shield the ship from the rest of the debris.
Z'Gato righted himself during that exchange, looking between the hologram and the hosts of their visit, chancing a glance towards the human's bodyguard for a moment before looking between the rest of the denizens of the room, the avian's irritation rising at the unexpected danger that had appeared, as well as the overall confusion as to what was causing it. Z'Gato brought his cannon up, careful not to point it at any one, and pressed a few buttons, calling up his own holographic display transmitted to him from his ship. The ship had not sustained damage, thankfully, and it was comfortably nestled inside the protective barrier of the Zhokavven. At that moment, the human called for the Yukon to report, no-doubt his anxiety over the issue much higher than their host's--after all, the human's ship was far less impressive and sturdy by comparison, and it was likely it had sustained heavy damage. Even now, Z'Gato was ordering his ship's computer to use its sensors to probe the debris that had spontaneously appeared out of nowhere, preferring to do something rather than stand around like a buffoon or let panic grip him. After all, he was not in charge of any lives present, nor was he skilled in engineering or medical fields--that really only left one choice to him.
Z'Gato was already making his way towards the door, pausing once the Captain of the Yukon had finished his transmission, his beaked helmet looking over his shoulder towards the other denizens. It looked like he was now with a purpose, his movements more intentional and directed than before. "While you see to your respective ships and render assistance, I am going to investigate the debris and beacon--my ship should be more than adequate to navigate through the new shoal zone this planet just received from... wherever all this madness is originating from. My expertise lie elsewhere--" he said, turning to look towards both Captains squarely. "Unless either of you have personnel to send along with me, I would suggest keeping your distance. I am uncertain of what I may find within those ruins," he said, leaving the statement at that. He found conjecture to be highly unhelpful during this particular crisis. If they offered to send a team to assist in the search, so be it, but otherwise, he would make his way back to his ship in order to depart and begin his own investigation. "Sitting around and discussing what may or may not be is something I find irritating," he said with a degree of finality as he departed, whether assisted by the Zhokavven's internal teleportation system or by more mundane means, if no one halted his progress. |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 13 2016, 04:54 PM Post #49 |
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Clockwork Master
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One of the annoying things about holographic communication, no matter how excellent or tactile you got with it, was that you were never really there. It's one of the bugger-all aspects that got Beggie occaisonally, partially because new encounters occured quite often than he originally anticipated; and although he was always more than happy to present a smiling face and see a sample of their decour, it simply could not present him the actual opportunity to get to better know those before him. Case in point, lots of things suddenly started happening all at once, and it was only through sheer, intelectual eye for detail could Beggie surmise that, someway, somehow, debris of sorts had suddenly appeared around the planet. But because the holographic room he was in didn't get every single detail, he found himself generally out of the loop. Nonetheless, he pressed on, knowing it was only a matter of time before new details would be presented to him. At the moment, he looked at the disgruntled Z'Gato, fixed his glasses, and said, "If you're bold enough to go through the debris field and check on the sensor, do please connect your comms to our frequency. We can walk you through, and at least verify the bouy's current state." He, or his hologram, got out of the seat, and walked up to who he believed was in charge of the meeting room. "Now then,Ahtazem, was it? The who represents this rather large vessel?" he waved his hand about, "If I had a TARDIS I'd physically drop in for an actual hello, if you get my reference. But my ship is quite far, and unless you can poof me here, I don't think we see each other physically for a while." "Nonetheless," he declared with an upraised hand, and another to his chest, "given that I hear you're for scientific purpose, as an explorer myself I'd be more than happy to help and even share knowledge with you." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Sep 29 2016, 01:37 AM Post #50 |
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They allowed Z'Gato to return to his craft; his presence was not technically required, and he still had his own mission to perform. "Very well," Ahtazem said with a nod. "When we send out our own teams, they'll coordinate with you should the need arise." She turned to Connel, her expression sympathetic. She knew, through downloaded memories, what any captain felt when their crew was in danger, or when one of them had been injured or killed in the course of their duty. She herself had not been in the war, but those memories were close enough. Unlike organically stored memory, which was prone to errors or missing information, the digital records made while a person experienced something recorded everything they experienced, which meant she "remembered" the feeling of dread before battle, felt the deck surge beneath feet that were not hers when the ship took a hit... And the same sense of loss those commanders had felt whenever a member of their crew died. Anyone in command of any size of military unit felt a responsibility to get each person on their team through the mission safely, and any officer who was worth anything, commissioned or not, felt that losing even one of their people meant that they had failed as a leader, even if that wasn't true. "Captain," she said quietly. "Due to our neural network, any Vokrayan on this ship is fully capable of lending medical assistance. We can spare as many people as you need, wherever you need them. I don't know at the moment what we could do as far as helping with repairs, but at the very least we can help those who are still alive." She then turned to the hologram of Mr. Golong, who had approached her. "The ship and crew are of the Vokrayan Collective," she explained carefully. "Though we have passengers from the Marrelkian Union, as well as some from various independent systems." At Beggie's mention of a TARDIS, Gauro chuckled a bit, then explained when he saw Ahtazem's confused expression. "It's from an old Terran science fiction visual entertainment series; it stands for 'Time And Relative Dimension In Space.'" He then turned to their holographic guest. "About the best analogy I can give you about what the Vokrayan Collective is, would be to say that we're quite similar to the Borg Collective, only we don't forcibly assimilate others, we keep our identity, and we look a lot better." "Is that another reference to old human entertainment, as well?" Ahtazem asked, sounding slightly annoyed at being the odd one out... Again. "Well, if he knows of Dr. Who, he might know of Star Trek. They were popular during the same time period, at least in our universe. Just, if you watch it, try to ignore any scientific inaccuracies..." "Either way," she said, waving her hand and dismissing the subject. "He's offered to make at least part of our mission easier, so hopefully we can avoid any political problems getting you involved." "You should have more faith in me than that, Captain," he said with mock indignation. "You know that we only get caught when we intend to be." ===== Meanwhile, at the command hub, the transmission from Yuujaaf had been received. "Your docking request has been approved," came the communications officer's voice. We are sending you coordinates for one of our docking bays." Edited by Alkarii, Oct 16 2016, 10:24 PM.
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