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| Valaba | Sep 22 2009, 08:09 PM Post #21 |
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OOC- This is just an interlude to get us to the ending of this RP. BIC- Valaba said to Lance, "What should we do, she's not waking up? She just stopped that warship, and we have no idea how or why she did." "Well," Lance said, "it seemed like she was this other worldly power, like Scythian, but mo..." Lance stopped, the girl had opened her eyes and was staring at Lance. "Hello, how are you feeling, umm... sorry I didn't get your name?" Said Lance. "Oh, it's Xandora, and I'm fine, just a little woozy. Why am I being held here?" She asked. "You aren't necessarily being held here, we found you here, locked away, with a minimal heart beat, you've been locked away for quite some time we surmised. Do you know what may of brought you here?" Asked Valaba. "I vaguely remember a guy, ah yes, he was extremely powerful." Started Xandora, "He looks familiar, he said 'You've gone too far, and it's too late, it's time for you to disappear.'. Oh, I know, it's my cousin, Miakoda. That's all I remember." Russell walked by at this time, stopped, and just stared. "Miakoda!?!? Your cousin is Miakoda?" Asked Russell, looking like he was about to faint. "What's the matter Russ?" Asked Valaba? "Oh. My. Gosh... Miakoda." Said Lance. "He really did become the ruler he hoped to be didn't he?" Asked Xandora. "Oh yes, he surely became the ruler he wanted to be. Valaba, I think you know Miakoda." Valaba, a little perplexed responded, "I do? Oh, I do... This can't be. No, it's not possible." "It's possible, and it's true," said Lance. "Miakoda is Vince." |
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| Andromis | Nov 28 2009, 10:44 PM Post #22 |
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It took the crew longer than expected to exit Scythian space, but the journey remained peaceful after the encounter with the warship. Their small smuggling job had led them into a mysterious trail of many questions and few answers; deadly fates and unimaginable fantasies; ancient wars and gallant warriors. The crew had seen sights and heard stories that would be with them the rest of their lives. There was no going back. There was no changing their course. They would go onward into the adventure that many could hope for, but few would want. No one would possibly want the weight of the course of the universe to be placed on their shoulders, not if they knew how it would feel. This was a job that couldn't and wouldn't be volunteered for. This was a job that had to be forced. Their course had led them to what seemed to be a small UFP base, it was heavily guarded. It was based on a relatively large planetoid, and was still being built. Xandora was as clueless as the rest of the crew as to why they were there. When asked about her "conversation" with the Scythians, she didn't remember, as if she was directed by some completely different entity. She was rarely awake, Torc said that she was still getting used to being conscious, but it was obvious that she in some sort of trance. There was something more to what she was doing, and the crew knew it, but neither the crew nor Xandora seemed to know what. The Prosperity had landed on an asteroid distant from the base. They were out of sensor or visual trackers of the UFP, but close enough to make the planet appear the size of a marble in the deep sky. The planetoid was in a system previously charted but rendered useless by both the UFP and smugglers alike, being both distant and devoid of any resources worth the trip. But perhaps there was something here that hadn't been noticed before, the UFP thought so, at least. "Alright." Said Andromis. "Our engines are as close to perfect as I can get them with the parts we still have. I'll be able to give 'er all she's got when we try to get into the base--that's where we're headed, right?" "Yes." Replied Lance. "It would be pointless to go this far and just turn around and go home." "Not that there's anything to go back to..." Muttered Russell. He was right, this was their life now; this was all they had left to work for. "But what are we going to do when we get into the base? Not even Xandora knows why she's here." Said Andromis after pausing to reflect Russell's comment. "I don't kn--" Vrikk was cut short as Xandora entered the crew lounge. "I remember...everything." Xandora stood before them, once again, as if in a strange delusion that the crew had seen before. "Do exactly as I say..." ******************************************* Jon Sommerland coasted along his security route around the UFP base. They didn't pay him enough for this job. He was out in the middle of nowhere, guarding a good for nothing planet, scanning space for the occasional cargo ship passing within a few thousand kilometers of the base, and being forced to do so for a eighteen hour workday. Even so, he was paid the same as the average UFP guard, given the excuse that he had had some "questionable records punishable by labor." What was the UFP guarding anyways? They had told him nothing, and he wasn't in the position to know. He had guarded other UFP secrets in the past, and the jobs never appeared again on his record. But this time was different. This time, he was backed by enough ships to be considered an entire fleet. Moreover, they were guarding a useless planet. In the past there had at least been a hint of what Jon was protecting--a rich planet, a well marked ship--but this time...he had no idea, he saw nothing here. It didn't matter, he just did his job. Suddenly, a ship appeared in front of him, smaller than an average cargo vessel, and armed with rudimentary weapons, probably a personal ship. "This is the UFP initiative." Called Jon. "You are in restricted space, change your trajectory at once and return to civilian space." Without so much as a response, the ship ahead kept moving, straight towards the base. "Turn about at once or be engaged!" The ship kept moving. A cold sweat broke out on Jon's forehead, he hadn't ever had to attack a civilian vessel, even one with the armaments of this one. He flipped on his weapons, and his engines began to hum. "Abort your path now! Or be attacked!" The vessel gave no reply. He couldn't believe it! Someone was actually attempting to reach the base! His heart sped up, his pulse pounded. He was about to fire, but his engines quieted down, and cut off. Everything went quiet as the vessel neared. A few minutes later the approaching vessel came along side the UFP scouting ship. Jon tried to restart but his ship gave no response. There was a buzzing sound as his door was picked open. A small crew of smugglers entered. One of them, a woman, stared foreward with a faint blue glow in her eyes. "Alright Xandora," Said one. "You can give him power again." The ship came back online. Another one the members stepped forward, an engineer by the looks of it. "My name is Andromis." He said. "Your vessel is being taken over. Send a report to your base that all is clear in this region." The report was sent by a nervous guard and the UFP ship coasted towards the base. OOC-Thanksgiving break, I had time... |
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| Valaba | Jan 1 2010, 11:55 PM Post #23 |
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OOC- Okay then, this will be... interesting. BIC- The crew of Prosperity preceded to follow out Xandora's orders. Infiltrating the UFP vessel was an easy task compared to the ones yet to come. Jon Sommerland proved to be just another average UFP guard; he meant well, but he had no backbone when it came to real danger. Andromis lead the crew on to the vessel, searching for what Xandora claimed to be a book. A book that held the secrets to the her past, the crew's past, the universe's past. The crew didn't understand yet why she insisted on finding this book. She wouldn't tell them what was in it. It was too important to divulge the information, had she, they wouldn't have gone along with the plan. This information could ruin their whole lives, but Xandora would make sure it would end with her, tonight. OOC- I don't know what you want to do. I didn't start the post, so I can't end it myself. Figure it out. |
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