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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Lawman | Mar 10 2009, 01:10 PM Post #1 |
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Chosen of Ares
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A warm orange glow cast itself over the city of Hyakuji as the sun begins to set, signaling the coming of twilight. As the late afternoon gives way to evening, the streets of the Japanese city began to bristle with activity. Citizens knocking off after a hard day of work began swarming onto the streets and crowding at the bus stops, eager to return home for time with their families, or to just chill out and relax. Just another normal day. Place: Hyakuji High School, Athletic Field Time: 1830 hrs WHAP! The sound of a baseball bat striking a baseball resounded audibly as Asmodeus Solomon sent a baseball skyward with a well-timed swing. Resting the tip of his bat against the ground and a hand on his hip the brown-haired youth watched the baseball's flight. It was a good one, if he would say so himself. The coming of Spring felt good – with one less thing to complain about, namely cold weather. Although that would be saying much for Deus considering how he had complaints about pretty much everything. Baseball was pretty much one of the few things in this world he could put his passion into; his refuge from this crazy world and the annoying people that live in it; which to him pretty much meant everyone save a few exceptional cases. With classes having finished a few hours ago; while the rest of the students chose to hang out with their friends, Deus chose to hit the athletic field to practice baseball. Except that Deus wasn't alone... “Nice shot!” Reika beamed as she strode over to where the ball landed. The magenta-haired girl's enthusiastic and outgoing personality was hardly to Deus' liking (again, that is saying much) but the young Englishman had a begrudging respect for the girl's love for sports, especially the fact that she shared a common interest as he, and was really good at it – if anything she pretty much made a training partner like no other. “Cheh,” Deus replied dryly, “Come on, let's take another shot at this.” He was rarin' to get another shot to hone his swinging techniques, displaying an eagerness that is not commonly seen in him as Reika retrieved the baseball from the ground, striking a pose and getting ready to make another throw. Before anyone knew it, another hour had passed and dusk had turned to nightfall. And should the denizens of Hyakuji turn their gaze upon the night sky, they would notice a trail of light, streaking across the skies... Place: Downtown Hyakuji Time: 1930 hrs Rozanny leaned forward against the counter of her kiosk where she peddled her glass sculptures, deciding to wait a while more for customers before deciding to call it a day. The elf sighed as she watched the people come and go. The past month had been quite an ordeal for her – it hadn't been easy for her to scrape together the funds to afford a fire-proofed apartment which also doubled over as her studio from which she was able to craft her glass sculptures in peace. Then came the mad scientist who took everything away from her when he used her as a test subject for his twisted experiments. Rozanny drew some consolation from the fact that thanks to her friends she was able to overcome the maddening effects of the super soldier formula, although she dreaded to think what would happen should a relapse occur – in her darkest and most quiet moments, she could still feel the dark side it had created within her psyche; and every once in a while when she felt moody or fed up she could still hear it calling out to her, seducing her, tempting her to give in to the rage. But since the past two incidents the elf had found her resolve strengthened, and had experienced a level of willpower unlike anything she had previously possessed. And for anyone who believes in Karma, it is said that the virtuous would be rewarded and the wicked punished – and the day's reward for keeping herself under control came in the form of a last-minute customer. A man in his early thirties approached Rozanny's stall with the intention of having a set of glass sculptures made to decorate his new home. The elf nodded as she scribbled down the specifications listed down by her customer. “All right, I'll contact you once it's completed,” Rozanny said as the man left his contact information behind before disappearing into the crowd. Satisfied with the way things turned out, the winged elf locked up her stall, finally calling it a day. Maybe I'll call Kinclex out for dinner... Rozanny thought as she looked up into the night sky, catching sight of a shooting star streaking across the velvety black skies. “Make... a wish?” the winged elf said to herself. Place: Downtown Hyakuji, Frostfire Industries building, Rooftop Time: 1930 hrs Rihito closed his eyes and swayed slightly as Selene played “Spring” from Antonio Vivaldi's Four Seasons, listening in to his ojou-sama's playing. The corporate heiress had committed to mind Kira's lesson from their meeting on the rooftop, and that is to keep calm – and especially so with someone listening to her; it would be embarrassing for her to lose face in front of her butler. As Selene's playing drew to a close, Rihito looked upon his master and clapped, a smile upon his face. “You play well, Selene-sama,” the butler commented as he walked over to the young Englishwoman's side. “Although I could still sense some tension coming from you,” Rihito added, having noticed that his ojou-sama's sense of rhythm was slightly skewed. “Well, they say practice makes perfect,” Selene replied as she lowered her violin and bow. “In time I shall play before a bigger audience.” Rihito nodded in response; the most sensible way to overcome one's fear towards something would be to confront the object that causes said fear, and was glad that he could do his part to help Selene realize her potential. “Ah well, I suppose I've had enough for the day,” Selene said as she turned around and headed for the stairs leading downwards to the penthouse suite. “So soon, Selene-sama?” Rihito asked as he walked alongside his master. “I do admit I enjoyed your performance back there.” “Eh, I'm getting hungry...” Selene replied, stifling a nervous giggle. “I don't suppose you could fix me dinner?” the British heiress asked. Rihito nodded and smiled – for an S-Class butler, a gourmet dinner would be as easy as blowing dust! A shooting star streaking across the night sky briefly caught their attention, as the two of them looked up, taking a while to marvel at its beauty. And for a moment Selene thought of asking whether Rihito could catch the shooting star and bring it to her; but ended up laughing instead at her own childish imagination – what's so beautiful about a chunk of rock that is burning up as it enters the earth's atmosphere? Except little did she realize that the shooting star was no chunk of rock... Place: Hyakuji Forest, Time: 1935 hrs Touka of the Aquila Tribe rested idly on the branches of a large tree in the forest bordering the outskirts of Hyakuji – a scenic refuge from the hustle and bustle of civilization, and an ideal place for the eagle girl to occupy herself with her thoughts. Not too far away, she could spot the street lights at Hyakuji's suburbs, and further off in the distance, the brighter lights of the city. The skies were clear on this particular night, giving her a full view of the tapestry of the night sky, dotted with a myriad of stars. It was truly a beautiful sight, reminding herself of the night skies she admired back at home. Her time so far at Hyakuji was... interesting to say the least. The first eye-opener was that this was the first time she had encountered people whose attitudes differed from the Creators'. Long had she believed humanity to be no different from the dreaded Creators – after all, they are the same species, are they not? Touka sighed and chided herself for holding onto such a prejudiced outlook; after all, if what Trystan said held true, then it is really a matter of nurture and not nature. But even then, what could possibly cause humans to become this twisted, to become like the Creators? The thought perplexed her, however – is it not part of a species' nature to protect its own interests? Just as beastkin would always stand by another beastkin, would it not hold true for human to always stand by another human? What would humans stand to gain by opposing their own kind? Such answers, she admitted, were difficult to find. A distant rumbling in the skies snapped Touka out from her train of thoughts as the wings on her head that function as ears perked up. Thunder? The young eagle girl shook her head – the skies were clear! So it couldn't have been a thunderstorm. And it sounded too close to be a distant thunderstorm either. Climbing higher up the branches of the tree, Touka's head poked above the foliage to catch a glimpse of what could be the source of the rumbling noise, which was getting closer by the second, and growing in intensity that she could feel the leaves and twigs tremble. Looking up, Touka gasped at the large metallic craft that passed overhead. Since the time she arrived in Hyakuji she had spent no small amount of time reading up on the human world, the habits and cultures of human civilization as well as the strange devices that exist in their civilization. The eagle girl remembered reading up on “aeroplanes” - large birdlike devices humans use to travel great distances... although this one certainly appeared to be no aeroplane; its design and geometry were weird, unlike anything she'd ever seen humans build – although given her still-limited experiences with human engineering, that was something she could not ascertain. Perhaps it was one of those “spaceships” that was often talked about in literary works the humans call “science fiction”? As Touka watched, she realized the space ship was descending, as blazed a path through the skies towards the other side of the mountains. There was a brief moment of silence as the spaceship passed by overhead, disappearing over the mountains, then... KABOOM! A distant fireball erupted from the other side of the mountains, sending a cloud of ejecta – trees and dirt – into the air as the ground heaved and shook, causing the tree Touka was on to rock like it was caught in a hurricane. Touka tried to hold on, but it was in vain as she found herself jolted out of the tree top, and falling towards the ground. Thanks to her superior agility and conditioned body, the eagle girl landed nimbly on her feet, and in an instant later broke into a roll to disperse the kinetic shock sustained in the fall – without the proper technique, even a beastkin would have sustained injury falling from such a height; but being trained by her tribe's elite as the future successor for leadership of Clan Aquila's warriors, rolling with falls and impacts pretty much came to her as second nature, and apart from being somewhat shaken the eagle girl was uninjured. “Uguuu...” Touka groaned as she rose to her feet, brushing leaves off her hair and clothing. Whoever was flying that thing certainly made her rather miffed – what were they thinking? Were they drunk, or insane? However, she was more worried than angry – that crash sounded like it caused a significant amount of damage, and when it involves the natural environment she could not get herself uninvolved; she had to at least assess the severity of the damage. Chanting an ancient script known to members of her tribe, Touka invoked her transformation spell as a circle of runes formed at her feet – as the spell took effect, Touka's form shifted and morphed, changing into that of an eagle. With a screech, Touka took off in her eagle form, towards the distant mountains. This is terrible... Touka thought as she circled over the crash site – the scene of destruction filled her heart with both sadness and anger. Human or otherwise, whoever was flying that thing had no respect for the sanctity of life and the beauty of nature at all! Trees lay flattened, smashed like toothpicks where the spaceship had plowed through the forest on the other side of the mountains. Besides the section of destroyed forest, however, Touka's beastkin instincts sensed something else, specifically the ship itself. The saaki emanating from it was unmistakable – she could detect a presence within the ship's metallic hull; one that was wholly malignant in nature. Realizing that there was little she could accomplish on her lonesome however, Touka changed direction and flew off towards the city – someone, she surmised, needed to be informed on this. Place: Crashed Yautja ship Time: 1950 hrs Sparks flew from the damaged controls in the ship's bridge as a Yautja warrior regained consciousness. Despite the rough landing, he was very much alive. Looking around, the predator assessed his situation – his colleague took immediate priority as he got down on one knee to examine a fellow Yautja warrior who lay sprawled on the floor. Upon resting his hand on his fallen comrade's neck, at where the cartoid artery is located, he recoiled slightly – the lack of a pulse was undeniable proof that his fellow Yautja was dead. The flashing readouts drew the Yautja warrior's attention back to the bridge controls – the ship appeared to be irreparably damaged, based on the wireframe model of the ship pictured on the display console – with at least 70 percent of the ship being critically damaged. It would take nothing short of a miracle for her to fly again. However, the ship's communications were mostly intact, and the Yautja's first move was to activate the ship's distress beacon. A noise from behind caught the Yautja warrior's attention. From behind his predator mask the warrior's mandibles twitched, taking on what would be the humans' equivalent of a smirk as he extended his claws, the metallic blades sliding out of their housing located in his gauntlets. As he spun around, a black tail with bony ridges running down its length shot right at his chest, its spiked tip puncturing his chest plate and skewering his torso, drawing a shower of luminous green ichor. Hissing, the xenomorph swung its tail hard, smashing its skewered opponent against the bridge controls, drawing a shower of sparks. The last thing the Yautja warrior saw was the familiar eyeless face of his xenomorph prey opening its fanged jaws, and its jawed tongue shooting outwards towards his face. Place: Deep inside Hyakuji Forest Time: 2338 hrs “Uhh...” Kage Ookami groaned as his eyelids fluttered open. The first thing Kage noticed was that he was lying face up in the middle of the woods. Raising himself into a sitting position, the ookami tried to remember what happened... he recalled it was just shortly into nightfall; he had found a nice secluded spot deep inside the Hyakuji Forest – far away from civilization, but also far away from the 'danger' zone near the portal to the demon realm. There he was playing his flute, and hoping to one day introduce Nova Miyuki to this wonderful, scenic location within the woods. Then the next thing he remembered was a metal craft plunging into the woods from the skies above and himself losing consciousness. His head still aching from the ordeal, Kage raised himself unsteadily to his feet, taking stock of his surroundings. How long had he been out? A rustling noise from the bushes behind him made Kage look back, and as soon as he did so, a strange creature with eight bony legs and a long flexible tail leapt straight at his face! Before Kage could react, the facehugger had wrapped its eight legs around his head while coiling its tail tightly around his neck, choking the breath out of him. As his consciousness left him, the last thing Kage remembered was the sensation of something long and tubular being forced down his throat... To be continued... As usual, any comments/suggestions are welcome!
Edited by Lawman, Mar 12 2009, 11:44 AM.
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| Cypriss | Mar 10 2009, 01:28 PM Post #2 |
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good job, I didn't feel like anyone was used in a way that didn't do them justice. |
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| Pikachu_Fragger | Mar 10 2009, 09:12 PM Post #3 |
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*Fawning Internally*
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LOL Alternate Elmind death scene XD I like this already. |
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| Kounoko | Mar 10 2009, 09:54 PM Post #4 |
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光の子
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I already said what I think abt this face to face. I like it, its cool. |
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| Rozanny | Mar 11 2009, 03:55 AM Post #5 |
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Fiery Team Killer Yanderoz
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very on the dot lawman =) |
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| Kobayashi | Mar 11 2009, 09:26 AM Post #6 |
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That...was pretty awesome, I must say. You should do more. Only suggestion out of me, heh. |
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| Lawman | Mar 15 2009, 01:44 AM Post #7 |
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Chosen of Ares
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Update! Chapter 1 is now up!! More to come! Aliens vs. Predator: Ragnarok (A SHHS RPG fanfic) Disclaimer: All characters are property of their respective creators Chapter 1 Place: An alien planet located a few hundred light-years away from Earth Time: Night time A deathly silence hung over the forest of Sarachus III as the growlex plowed its way through the purple and gray timpang trees, plodding along in its ape-like gait. As the undisputed apex predator of this savage jungle planet, all native fauna knew wisely to stay out of the path of a hungry growlex – in this sector of the galaxy, these savage carnivores were practically nightmare fuel; their size and strength were unequaled, and they possess a ferocity and voracious appetite for flesh like no other. Old Scab – as this particular growlex came to be addressed by the natives – briefly paused to sniff at the air. This one was truly a remarkable specimen even among other growlexes; at little over a century old, Old Scab was a monster like no other; standing at a staggering twelve feet tall and weighing more than a ton, his size alone would be enough to give his enemies pause; but that was not all there is to it for Old Scab. His thick growlex hide, grown lumpy with age, was a formidable natural armor capable of resisting direct shots from low-powered plasma weapons, and his powerful arms end in a pair of wickedly sharp claws capable of leaving marks on starship armor plating – in short, Old Scab was a force of nature. Old Scab gave vent to a low, rumbling growl as his acute sense of smell picked up the scent of food; the old growlex was hungry, and the smell of a meal caused rivulets of saliva to trickle down his chin as he loped towards a large fallen timpang tree, its gray bark having turned black from decay. The tree's rotting trunk offered virtually no resistance as Old Scab's talons dug through the layers of rotting bark and wood, revealing the white wood grubs the size of cocktail wieners infesting the rotting trunk. Old Scab snorted, as if in derision. It was more of a snack than a meal, really, but the old growlex had no weakness when it comes to food. Scooping up a claw full of wood grubs, Old Scab popped the writhing insect larvae into his mouth, munching on them like how a human would eat popcorn. Unknown to Old Scab, however, on this particular night his position as the apex predator of Sarachus III will soon be challenged. As the growlex snacked on his find, a rippling outline moved through the woods, slowly stalking and observing intently. Old Scab let loose what sounded like a belch – but it was far from satisfied. This was only a light snack, and the main course had yet to come. With a resounding roar, Old Scab burst through the trees and into the middle of a native Sarachian village. The terrified natives – primitive hunter-gatherers – screamed in horror as the beast descended upon their defenseless community; thrown rocks bounced harmlessly off its lumpy hide, and arrows and spears broke on its body like toothpicks. “The demon... the demon has returned!” a terrified native blabbered before Old Scab seized him by the legs and lifted the poor Sarachian youth towards its mouth; and with a snap of its powerful jaws it bit the hapless hominid's head off. The growlex's formidable might earned them a place in local Sarachian folk lore as demons, their answer to the bogeyman on Earth. Sarachian parents would scare their children into obedience by telling them bedtime stories of the growlex, one of the most fearsome predators in this sector of the galaxy, and for the primitive Sarachians, they may as well as be demons. The Sarachians' desperate attempts at resistance was for the most part a futile gesture – they knew there was no way mere mortals can fight a demon from the ancient myths; one could only pray that they would not be the next in line. The natives fled for their lives, taking with them whatever they could carry – their prized possessions, children, and the like. With a low-sounding snarl, Old Scab dropped into an ape-like posture, loping off in pursuit of a fleeing Sarachian female with two children, a younger one carried in her arms and a slightly older child on her shoulders. With its mouth wide open, the old growlex bared its fangs as it gradually gained on the fleeing Sarachian, panting in eagerness to make its kill... Old Scab was nearly upon its prey when out of seemingly nowhere a bolt of blue-white plasma streaked through the darkness, blasting the monster in the back, squarely between the shoulder blades. The growlex roared in pain and anger as the plasma bolt blasted off one of the bony spikes growing out of its shoulder blades, a black smoking patch of charred skin marking where the plasma bolt hit. It was for the most part a superficial injury, though painful nonetheless – far more pain than what it was accustomed to, for on this planet it had no equal. Gryz observed the growlex's reaction to being hit by his plasma caster – for the most part, rescuing the Sarachian female and young was purely unintentional; the beast was occupied, and the young Yautja warrior saw an opening of opportunity for him to draw first blood on the beast. So far, it appeared his first attack only served to infuriate it; which was good – an infuriated prey would be deadlier, and only adds to the thrill of the hunt. He hadn't traveled to this remote sector for naught – the growlex indeed lives up to its reputation as one of the most lethal species in the galaxy... a worthy prey indeed! Unshouldering his combi-stick, Gryz leapt off his perch on the branches of a nearby timpang tree and carefully advanced in on the angry growlex, telescoping out the piercing ends of the signature predator spear while making sure to keep his camoflage up – he knew full well that it does not provide complete invisibility; but as long as he remained careful and moved slowly, the chameleon-esque cloaking system would render him next to undetectable on normal color vision. Meanwhile, Old Scab had mostly snapped out of its rage, as the beast began looking around, sniffing apprehensively in search of whatever just attacked it earlier. Gryz merely waited, looking for another opening in the beast to exploit as he took cover behind a large basket of freshly dug up tubers. As soon as the growlex's back was turned from his direction, Gryz seized the opportunity to make another attack as he made a dash towards the beast's exposed back and jumped, gripping his combi-stick in both hands and winding up, aiming a thrust for between the growlex's shoulder blades – a direct hit should drive it through the creature's spine and heart, ensuring an instantaneous kill. Old Scab roared as its hearing picked up noises from behind, its reaction causing Gryz's attack to miss its mark. The large growlex once again roared in pain as Gryz's combi-stick stabbed deeply into its left shoulder. Shaking its upper body violently, Old Scab threw the impudent Yautja right off its back, sending Gryz a few meters away and crashing into a pile of earthenware pots. Curses! Gryz thought as he rolled aside, narrowly avoiding a blow from the growlex as Old Scab raised its right arm and slashed downwards, gouging a hole in the earth as its attack missed its mark. Swiftly extending the claws from his gauntlet, the young Yautja slashed at the old growlex's wrist, drawing a trail of purplish ichor, eliciting another roar of pain and anger from the beast as Old Scab staggered back and clutched at its wrist with the other hand. Gryz might have bought himself some time, but the Yautja knew that unless he could retrieve his weapon the beast nonetheless held the upper hand. Raising himself onto a single knee, Gryz took aim with his plasma caster, the laser sighting device showing the characteristic triple dots on the growlex's chest. From the perspective of the optical systems on Gryz's predator helmet, a flashing triangular sight appeared over an infrared vision of Old Scab, confirming a target lock-on. Fire! With his target confirmed, the young Yautja fired, sending a blue-white bolt of superheated plasma at Old Scab's chest. The monster gave a ear-splitting roar as the packet of ionized gas burst on impact, searing its armored hide and forcing it back. I have you now, monster! Gryz thought as he opened fire again with his plasma caster, and again. While it was an unchivalrous method, the young Yautja realized he had little choice – his life and death hung in the balance. Old Scab snarled as he raised his arms over his head to block the barrage of plasma, its arms being more used to the sensation of pain than the face. Gryz gave a short bark, a Yautja noise signaling anger, outrage, or to give a command – in Gryz's case, it was outrage as his plasma caster suddenly refused to fire. The Yautja characters for WEAPON OVERHEAT flashed across his predator helmet's HUD; the young Yautja warrior had taxed the weapon to its limit, which was evident by the wisp of smoke trailing out of its barrel – while the weapon's extremely efficient heat dissipation systems prevented it from sustaining any permanent damage, it would still be a while before Gryz could fire his plasma caster again, a while too long, in fact. With a surprising burst of speed that betrays its massive size, Old Scab threw himself forward, catching the young Yautja squarely in the chest with a backhand swipe, the powerful blow knocking the large humanoid off his feet and several meters back, smashing through the wall of an adobe Sarachian hut and out through the other wall. Gryz hissed in pain as he struggled to sit up – if a human were on the receiving end of the blow he would have no doubt broken every single bone in his body – his infrared vision blurred slightly as the blow left him rather groggy. Old Scab continued to advance upon the fallen Yautja, horribly burned by Gryz's plasma barrage but very much alive as the monster of a growlex plowed right through the hut standing in its way as if it wasn't even there. From behind his predator helmet, Gryz's mandibles flared in an expression of anger as the young Yautja unhooked his predator shuriken from his belt; as the weapon powered up, eight bladed arms sprang forth from its central hub. With a terse bark, Gryz flung the self-powered bladed weapon at the advancing monster's face. Old Scab snorted derisively as it raised its left forearm, the shuriken's blades embedding itself in the growlex's dense flesh while it continued to barrel forward. Roaring, Old Scab raised its right arm and brought it down palm-first in an attempt to press the Yautja into the ground. Gryz hissed as the growlex's massive hand pressed against his chest, pushing him against the ground. The young Yautja took hold of Old Scab's wrists and tried to push the growlex's hand off him, but Old Scab proved to be far too strong. Gryz thought that any moment now, the monster would crush his ribs as he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs... A whirring noise signaled the approach of a predator smart disk – as one whizzed through the air and buried itself deeply into Old Scab's right bicep, causing the growlex to release the pressure on Gryz. Another Yautja warrior came running up towards the enraged growlex, brandishing a pair of h'sai-de – swords with a slightly curved, scythe-like blade, crossing the twin blades together as he made a leap for Old Scab's face, sailing through the air... and with precise timing like a brilliantly-engineered and well-oiled machine, this other Yautja warrior made two almost-simultaneous slashes with his paired h'sai-de, cutting deeply into Old Scab's cartoid arteries. The growlex's roar turned into a sickening gurgle as Old Scab staggered back, purplish ichor spurting from the deep cuts in its neck. In a dazzling display of precision and dexterity, the Yautja performed a half-spin, using the momentum to add power to his strike, and brought his right sword downwards on the back of Old Scab's neck, sundering the growlex's head from its shoulders in one clean, precise chop. The headless growlex bumbled around a bit, before crashing to the ground. “Rune...” Gryz mumbled the name of his fellow Yautja warrior, being all too familiar with this member of The Blooded, a veteran of many hunts, a champion among the Yautja. Rune's predator armor was more ornamental in design than Gryz's – a sign of his elevated status in Yautja society. Yautja runes mark the surface of his predator helmet; spiritual symbols that are supposed to ward off evil, while Rune's signature cuatl cloak – made from the tanned and cured hide of a ferocious Cuatl – flapped behind him. “You fight well for an Unblooded, I see in you much potential...” Rune mused as he shook the growlex's ichor off the blades of his h'sai-de before returning the swords to their scabbards. The older Yautja reached out with his right hand, cocking his head to one side with regard to the younger hunter. Gryz emitted the Yautja's signature clicking growl as he took hold of Rune's outstretched hand, accepting the older hunter's offer to help him to his feet. For a brief moment, Rune made a clattering noise – the Yautja equivalent of laughter – and as soon as Gryz was pulled upright onto his feet the older Yautja struck without warning, tripping up the younger hunter with a sudden leg sweep. “Your alertness level still leaves much to be desired, however...” Rune clucked as he folded his arms across his chest, gently shaking his head as Gryz scrambled back onto his feet. “Not bad, but you'd still need a good way to go before you can hunt prey on the level of Growlex,” the veteran hunter continued as he picked up Old Scab's head from the ground while Gryz retrieved their weapons from the growlex's carcass. “This is a fine trophy...” Gryz commented as Rune took a while to marvel at their kill – the skull of one of the most fearsome beasts in the galaxy... a wonderful addition to their trophy collection. “Indeed,” Rune seconded as he motions for Gryz to return to their predator ship, any moment now the natives would return to their village – and Rune quite honestly found them rather contemptible; they were too weak to be considered prey, and their lack of ability to defend themselves made him feel like they should just curl up in a corner and die. In short, Rune wanted to have nothing to do with them. Gryz took one last look over his shoulder, back at the Sarachian village before he and Rune went back to the spaceship to prepare their new trophy, activating their cloaking systems; to the primitive (and appropriately superstitious) Sarachians, it would be as if they were ghosts, coming suddenly and leaving without trace. Meanwhile, hundreds of light years away from Sarachus III, back on the third rock on the Sol System... Place: Hyakuji High School, Yuki (co-ed) Dorms Time: 0630 hrs The first rays of the morning sun begin creeping over the horizon, heralding the coming of dawn. Quite a number of students however remained asleep, as today is a Saturday morning, and barring those with remedial classes or club gatherings, they have the entire day to themselves. Satsuki Kurenai's eyes opened as the vampire redhead lay face-up on the bed, staring up into the ceiling, the rays of the rising sun filtering in through spaces in the curtains. For a few hours she had laid in bed with her eyes closed – since as a vampire her body had no need for sleep, but the illusion of being 'normal' was something that helped her maintain her grip on the side of her that is still human; besides, keeping one's eyes closed gave better focus on one's thoughts, being free from the visual distractions in one's surroundings. It's almost time... Satsuki thought as she raised her forearm to glance at the time on her wristwatch. Getting up from bed, the vampire redhead took care not to wake up her room mate – Selene Frostfire still lay asleep in her bed at the other end of the room, next to the window. A ray of sunlight peeked through the closed curtain, illuminating the British heiress' face and prompting her to pull her blanket over her face. Part of the deal between her and Jameson was that she would perform the standard duties of a maid, housekeeping and all – for the detective, and he would in turn pay her for her daily expenses as well as setting aside portions of blood to keep her fed. Jameson disappeared from Hyakuji a few months ago, putting the vampire in a crisis situation with a lack of finances and a steady food supply. Satsuki smiled as she glanced briefly over to the sleeping Selene; it was thanks to the British heiress and her friends that she was able to tide over this crisis – she dreaded to think what would've happened if her hunger had gotten out of control back then and caused her to attack an innocent victim. But with Jameson back in town, their relationship as maid and employer/food supply resumed as normal. Heading over to her wardrobe, the vampire redhead picked through her clothing, choosing something more presentable to change into, and after some consideration settled for a knee-length jean skirt, white T-shirt and pink cardigan. Quietly leaving the bedroom, Satsuki headed over to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast from the fridge, a bottle of blood which Selene had set aside as a contingency in the event Jameson went uncontactable for one reason or another. Wiping her lips clean after her brief meal, Satsuki left the dorm unit, heading upstairs to the level where the boys' dorms are located to do her routine housekeeping on Jameson's dorm room. Place: Hyakuji High School, Fudo (girls) Dorms Time: 0700 hrs “Hmmm...” Aisia Asakura moaned as the ringing of the alarm clock roused the childlike wizard from her slumber. Letting loose a slight yawn, Aisia sat up in bed, stretching her arms. The wizard looked over to her right, at her girlfriend Ayane Isuzu, who still lay asleep, huddled under the covers. Aisia got out from bed, slipping her feet into a pair of fuzzy house slippers before walking over to the window and pulling aside the curtains, letting the rays of the morning sun shine right into the bedroom. Aisia took a moment to bask in the warm, comforting glow of the morning sun before turning her attention back to the bed, towards the still-sleeping Ayane. “Rise and shine, Ayane!” Aisia chirped as she shook Ayane gently. The gatekeeper merely mumbled something unintelligible before turning around, facing herself away from the window. Aisia sighed, resting her hands on her hips as she smiled sheepishly before leaning in close to Ayane's ear. “Oh no! You're going to be late for work!” Aisia said, reminding Ayane of her job as the assistant manager at Nickle Ryuko's Abenobashi Arcade. “Huh! What?” Ayane's reaction was instantaneous as the girl sat bolt upright, before glancing over at the wall clock, then back at the giggling Aisia. Ayane sighed as she noticed the time, facepalming as she did so – as far as her work at the arcade was concerned, that was still two hours early at the very least. “Sorry, but I just couldn't let such a wonderful Saturday morning go to waste,” Aisia replied sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her head. “So, how about going out together for some breakfast?” Aisia asked as she helped pick up Ayane's glasses from the nearby dresser, handing them over to the gatekeeper. “Where do you have in mind, Aisia?” Ayane asked as she put her glasses on. “Hmm...” Aisia rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Doesn't Nickle-san and the rest of his arcade staff gather for breakfast on weekend mornings? I suppose we could join them.” “That would be as good an idea as any,” Ayane replied with a smile. “But first, let's get ready for the day.” the gatekeeper got out of bed and stretched her limbs a bit, heading over to the wardrobe to select what to wear. Aisia smiled warmly as she looked over at Ayane – ever since their relationship started, the gatekeeper had begun to warm up towards people, which pleased Aisia. “After you,” Ayane said as she gestured Aisia towards the bathroom door, the two girls getting ready for the day ahead of them. Place: Deep within the Hyakuji Forest Time: 0715 hrs Slowly but surely, Kage regained consciousness, the ookami's eyelids fluttering open as he slowly sat up in his human form. “Ugh... pain...” Kage groaned as he clutched at his throat, which felt like he had a rather bad case of sore throat. The ookami was surprised to say the least to find he was still alive; he remembered himself falling unconscious after a strange creature jumped him and caught him in a suffocating attack – for a moment before losing consciousness he had thought he was a goner... so, was it all nothing but a bad dream? Was I dreaming? Kage thought as he looked around. It was clear that he had been out for quite a long time, he remembered the forest being dark when the creature attacked, but now it was daybreak. As Kage continued to survey his surroundings, it soon dawned on him that it was no dream. The facehugger that had attacked Kage lay still on the ground nearby, prompting the ookami to examine the creature. Picking up a stick from the forest floor, Kage gave the facehugger a few cursory pokes, and the lack of a response from the creature confirmed the fact that it was dead. “Strange,” Kage said to himself as he rose unsteadily onto his feet, taking wobbly steps as he tried to make his way out of the woods, unaware of the monstrosity that was slowly developing within his body... Place: Hyakuji Forest, Seion River Time: 0730 hrs The chirping of forest birds and the sound of running water were Trystan Yamato's companions as the young martial artist stood in the knee-deep waters of a creek that feeds into the Seion River, its waters fast-flowing and crystal clear. Trystan stood still, his eyes closed in meditation as he emptied his mind of all distractions from the outside world, his mind, body and spirit as one. Taking in a deep breath, Trystan raised his arms, beginning a set of hand motions to supplement the breathing exercises; part of the daily routine in a practicioner of the Ryoushou-Ryuu Kobudo style's training regime. A combination of physical conditioning, meditation and qigong practice allowed the martial artist to keep his body in top physical form, build up his ki reserves and keep his mind constantly alert. In order to uphold justice, it is just as important for himself to keep in prime fighting condition. HAAA!! With a war cry that seemed to shake the very leaves from the trees, Trystan thrust his arms outwards to his left and right, releasing a burst of ki energy, the blast causing the water around him to shoot upwards in a vertical column reaching twenty feet into the air. As Trystan gradually opened his eyes, the droplets of water gently cascaded down, refracting the rays of the morning sun and creating a miniature rainbow. Taking another deep breath, Trystan raised his hands above his head, before slowly exhaling and lowering his hands to his abdomen level, a cooling down procedure. “Beautiful...” Trystan recognized that voice. The martial artist turned his head to the side, looking at his maid Nina, dressed in a typical French maid uniform - who was standing by the river's stony bank, having managed to find her way to his training location by following the instructions he left behind. “I've prepared breakfast for you, master,” Nina addressed Trystan respectfully as she raised a tupperware box. “Wow, what would it be this time?” Trystan asked as Nina spread a ground mat, choosing a spot next to an old tree. The martial artist was so absorbed in his training that he had forgotten about his body's basic need for food – although the smell that reached his nostrils as he opened the plastic lunch box was a familiar one, and one that he liked no less; shrimp wonton noodles – a famous noodle dish from Hong Kong. “And don't forget to have some tea too,” Nina said as she passed Trystan a thermos flask filled with freshly-brewed Chinese tea after passing him a pair of chopsticks. “Thanks Nina, I appreciate that,” Trystan said as he raised the flask of tea before taking a sip, a wide smile on his face. “For master, anything,” Nina replied, her head humbly bowed as a soft smile spread on the maid's lips. It was good that her master was happy. “By the way...” Trystan spoke as he took mouthfuls of noodles. “Have you eaten yet?” “Thanks for your concern, but I've already eaten,” Nina replied earnestly. “How was it, master?” the maid asked, wondering what was Trystan's opinion on the breakfast she had prepared for him. “Your culinary skills are good as usual,” Trystan complimented, taking another sip of tea to wash down the food, a grin on his face indicative of the young pugilist's pleasure. “Thank you...” Nina replied, bowing her head, her cheeks turning pink. Trystan was about to comment that it was no flattery but the truth on his part when he sensed something amiss – something whose presence befouls this scenic location, something that made him feel sick to the stomach... it was the all too familiar feeling one gets when one is sensitive to sakki emanations; the killing intent, a palpable radiation of hostility and bloodlust. “Ack...” Trystan groaned as he put a hand to his temple while dropping his lunch box, his grin quickly fading and replaced by a sickly grimace as a knot tightened in the pit of his stomach. “Master, what's wrong?” Nina asked, putting a hand on Trystan's shoulder. Was it something he ate? Did she fudge up on preparing her master's breakfast. “Careful Nina,” Trystan whispered; his nauseous look now replaced by one of alertness, as if getting ready for combat. The martial artist raised an index finger and placed it before his lips, indicating the need for silence. Seeing her master suddenly get deadly serious got Nina rather worried. However, this was not the first time Nina had seen Trystan behaving in this manner, and knew well enough that trouble was not far away whenever Trystan gets his sudden bout of nausea followed by deadly seriousness. Someone or something was around, and didn't mean them well! Above! Trystan's senses screamed a warning as something dropped from the branches of the tree, landing on the middle of the mat. What the? The martial artist's eyes narrowed apprehensively as he stared at the uninvited guest to their picnic-style breakfast, the source of the sakki. Trystan's first impression when he set his eyes on the facehugger was that it resembled a mutant spider, a bulbous body sprouting eight bony legs. “Ah!” Nina let out an audible gasp of fear at the sight of the strange creature, prompting the facehugger to attack as it leapt for the maid's face! “Trystan! Help...” Nina let out a strangled cry as she fought a desperate battle to keep the thing out of her face – by a stroke of luck, or perhaps an adrenaline rush, the maid managed to seize the facehugger in mid-leap with her hands. The maid gasped as the facehugger's tail wrapped itself tightly around her neck, strangling her as her grip on the facehugger grew weaker. Sensing the potential host's resistance efforts fading, the facehugger's legs twitched wildly, eager to complete its role in the life cycle of a xenomorph. “Oh no you don't!” Trystan hissed through angrily-clenched teeth as he seized the facehugger's body in one hand and the tail in another, forcefully uncoiling the loathsome creature's tail from Nina's neck. The facehugger struggled wildly in Trystan's grip, attempting to latch onto its new victim while Nina dropped to her knees, coughing and gasping for breath. “Master Trystan!” Nina exclaimed as she tried to stand up. “Stay back, it's dangerous!” Trystan warned as he continued to grapple with the facehugger. With a roar, Trystan gave his arm that held the facehugger a hard swing and threw the beast several meters away, causing it to land on its back on a nearby boulder along the river bank. With breathtaking agility, the infant alien flipped itself back on its feet, scrabbling towards the martial artist and maid. Trystan swiftly launched himself into action. In a swift, fluid motion the young pugilist snatched up a pair of chopsticks from the mat, gripping the eating utensils between his knuckles. Whipping his arm outwards, Trystan let fly the chopsticks like a pair of arrows just as the facehugger made another attempt to leap at Trystan's face. The facehugger gave vent to a shrill cry as the chopsticks hit it squarely in the middle of its body, skewering the creature and causing it to drop to the ground. The facehugger thrashed around wildly in its death throes, before twitching slightly, then all was still. “Did you get it?” Nina asked nervously as she rose shakily to her feet, a hand on her throat. “Sure did,” Trystan replied grimly as he walked over to the facehugger's remains. For such a small creature, it certainly had a devilish disposition. “What a monster!” Trystan hissed as he knelt down to examine the creature's corpse – a bile-green colored ichor seeped forth from where the thrown chopsticks dealt it a mortal wound, hissing and steaming viciously as the vile liquid ate away the eating utensils; all that was left of the chopsticks were a pair of corroded stumps. “What is that?” Nina asked as she peered over Trystan's shoulder at the facehugger remains. “I don't know...” Trystan replied uneasily. “But it would be wise not to touch its blood... it's a powerful corrosive.” Trystan wondered what it could be – he had heard stories about a portal leading to the demon realm located deep in the heart of the Hyakuji forest, and the fact that the evil denizens from the demon realm sometimes make forays into Earth from said portal was the reason why Arcadia maintains regular patrols in the woods – it would not be unreasonable to assume it was a demon. “You'd better leave the woods, it's dangerous,” Trystan added as he bent down and pinched the facehugger's corpse by the tail, picking it up. “Master, what do you want to do with this thing?” Nina asked as she recoiled slightly in shock and disgust. “I think someone would be interested in hearing about this creature,” Trystan replied calmly, thinking of bringing the creature to Hiro at the Eldritch Influence. If this creature were really a demon, it would call for action on Arcadia's part. With that, the two of them quickly packed up and left. Place: Izanai Park Time: 1030 hrs John Patrick Ramsey strolled idly through the park, dressed in a simple pair of gray slacks, sneakers and a sleeveless T-shirt worn underneath a long-sleeved woodsmen's flannel shirt. As the young electromancer took a walk, he whistled a tune from a familiar song to himself, generally just enjoying the weather. “Hmmm?” John wondered as from the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar figure sitting on a park bench near a well-known landmark, the Kyougen Fountain. A catgirl of petite build, dressed in a light blue ribboned dress... “Nova,” John smiled as he took notice of the catgirl, walking over to where she was seated. “Hi Nova,” John greeted, causing the catgirl to jump up slightly, her cat ears perking up. “Wha-where? Oh, uh... hi John!” Nova replied, a sheepish smile on her face. “Oh, sorry... didn't mean to startle you there,” John replied with a chuckle as he patted Nova reassuringly on the shoulders. “It's all right... I should learn to stop being so easily frightened,” the catgirl replied as she straightened out her skirt before sitting down again. “What's on your mind anyway, Nova?” John asked as he sat down next to Nova. “I mean, you seemed to be quite lost in thought when I saw you.” Nova's expression crumpled as the catgirl twiddled her fingers nervously before replying, “Well, you see... it's Kage.” John raised an eyebrow as soon as Nova mentioned the ookami's name. “Mhmm, what of him?” John asked as he leaned in to listen to Nova's response. “You see...” Nova replied with a sigh. “Yesterday Kage and I agreed on a breakfast meeting; he told me to me to meet up at the park's fountain this morning... but he's like an hour late already.” John nodded sagely at Nova's answer – that explains her rather presentable choice of attire. “Relax, Nova,” John said reassuringly. “I'm sure he's just late... happens to the best of us.” “But the thing is... he... he's never late,” Nova retorted. “I see... is there any way to contact him then?” John rested his elbow on the armrest of the park bench, leaning in to rest his chin on his hand. “Like you know, cellphone number of something?” “There's the problem...” Nova replied as her cat ears drooped. “That guy's somewhat of an enigmatic, 'off the grid' kind of person, you can't find him, he finds you... and now I'm worried what may have happened to him...” Nova's tail twitched slightly as the catgirl drummed her fingers on the bench's armrest. And as the catgirl lost control over her emotions, so too did her telekinesis start to run wild, the branches of the nearby trees begin to shake. “Whoa, easy there Nova,” John cooed as he patted Nova on the head. “Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine... and if worse comes to worst we could always file a police report... they'll know what to do,” To be honest, the electromancer felt that Kage was nothing but trouble as far as Nova was concerned, but he didn't really hate the ookami either, and certainly didn't wish for any harm to befall him. “That's reassuring of you,” Nova replied, a smile on her lips. “Thanks for standing by me, John.” Of course, the two of them had no clue on what was transpiring in the forest at this very moment even as they speak. Place: Deep within the Hyakuji Forest Time: 1045 hrs Even the birds and insects were silent as Kage bumbled through the woods, the sounds of his strained breathing the only noise that could be heard for miles around. “Ha... ah...” Kage gasped as he clutched at his chest, breathing laboriously before suddenly coughing violently. “Guh...” the ookami groaned his he raised his hand over his mouth, wiping his lips, as soon as he lowered his hand to look at his fingers, Kage's eyes widened in shock as he noticed his fingers were stained with blood, freshly expelled from his lungs. Sensing something was gravely amiss within his body, Kage broke into a run, desperate to leave these god damned woods and find someone, anyone who can help him. In his panic, Kage failed to notice a protruding tree root and caught his foot against it, tripping the ookami over. “Ouch...” Kage groaned as he landed face-first on the forest floor. Place: Hyakuji Suburbs, Otaku Kingdom Time: 1100 hrs The Otaku Kingdom was seeing its usual influx of patrons, the store being well-known for being a stopover haven for all of one's anime and manga merchandise needs. However, one man stood out from the others – an unassuming Japanese man of average build in his mid-30's or early 40's, dressed in a gray business suit; he looked more like a corporate executive than your regular anime fan. The man paced back and forth between the shelves, stopping every now and then to look at a manga or anime DVD, but it was clear by the expression on the man's face that he wasn't here to shop. “Excuse me sir, do you require any assistance?” Myrror Rokuhane, better known to her friends as 'Discord' asked as she approached the suited ojisan, the bunny ears on her head perking up. “Oh, I'm just browsing through,” the man replied simply. “If you need any assistance, feel free to approach the Otaku Kingdom staff,” Discord said, with a somewhat forced smile on her face. The man had been in the store for nearly an hour since it opened, and twice Discord and her colleagues had approached the man, and he had simply replied that he was 'just browsing'. The bunny girl fumed a little on the inside – she hoped she wouldn't have to ruin her day dealing with a troublesome and disruptive patron; if the man were to continue 'browsing' any longer, she would then have no choice but to tell him to either buy something, or leave the store premises. Of course, Discord hoped it wouldn't reach the point where she had to throw someone out, but if it eventually boils down to that, so be it. “You have a funny sense of humor indeed, suggesting that we meet here,” A feminine voice, staunch and analytical-sounding, called out to the suited man. Discord's bunny ears perked up upon recognition of the voice – it was an all-too familiar one. “Miyuki-san,” Discord addressed the silver-haired girl as she entered the store, dressed in a dark and well-ironed business suit. “How may I be of assistance?” the bunny girl asked, wondering if Miyuki Takamachi had come here for anime or manga merchandise. “My business today is with this man over here,” Miyuki replied dryly, pointing towards the man in the gray business suit. “Ah well, I suppose you'd want to meet somewhere more... conducive,” the man replied, straightening his tie. That being said, the sharply-dressed man and young woman left the Otaku Kingdom, leaving behind a slightly confused Discord, who merely sighed as she resumed her duties as an Otaku Kingdom staff. Place: Hyakuji Suburbs, Subarashii Restaurant Time: 1120 hrs “So... Arcam, eh?” Miyuki asked as she read through the various files the man handed to her, pausing briefly to make eye contact with the man who was seated across the table. “That's surprising, since from what I've read about your organization, didn't you guys go under the table? And that was a more than a decade ago to boot... surprising you guys are still around.” “Ah, so you did your homework, Takamachi-san,” The man, now revealed to be an Arcam agent replied, a glimmer of excitement in his eye. “And yes, the rumors were true that over ten years ago our organization ran into some internal strife... but we've pulled together since then, and subsequently went through some reorganizing. But mind you, we're still going strong – except learning from our previous mistakes we decided to keep a low profile since our restoration, staying out of the public eye,” the Arcam agent continued, taking a sip of the cafe espresso he had ordered. “But as long as there are those who seek to bring strife in this world by abusing the power of misplaced artifacts and paranormal abilities, Arcam will always be around to prevent chaos.” Miyuki shook her head slightly as the Arcam agent mentioned of his organization's responsibilities like they were some sort of divine mandate. “All this talk about 'heroism' is of no relevance to our business proposal, isn't it?” the sharpshooter replied with a hint of sarcasm as she cocked her head slightly, transfixing the man with a blue-eyed gaze. “You're right, it doesn't,” the Arcam agent replied as he showed Miyuki a series of satellite images. “You see, yesterday at approximately 1900 hours by standard Japan time reckoning our satellites picked up the entry of an unidentified flying object into the Earth's atmosphere – and judging from our analysis of the radio waves and electromagnetic radiation emitted by the object, our experts came to identify the UFO as a spacecraft of extra-terrestrial origin.” Another image was that of a satellite photograph taken over the Hyakuji Forest at 1945 hours where the alien craft crash-landed. “An alien craft you say?” Miyuki asked, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “So, are we dealing with the possibility of an alien invasion? Wouldn't you need the JSDF for this rather than the services of a mere magus?” “Alien invasion? Ha, no, not at all,” the Arcam agent replied with a slight chuckle. “Arcam is hiring your services for an artifact retrieval mission... something which a Mediator like yourself should be all too familiar with. From what we could gather of the crashed alien craft, it was clear to us that it belonged to a race whose technology far surpasses what is found on Earth at present... and that's where we come in, to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.” “We?” Miyuki asked. “Isn't it a little too presumptive of you to think I'd agree to take up this contract. As you may have already known, my motives differ greatly from you or your organization's... I'm not into this for any heroic reasons, however...” the sharpshooter raised her right index finger. “You are right in the regard that this is something that could potentially cause much chaos and conflict, not to mention the lives that would be lost in the process, but... why would the glorious Arcam go around hiring outside help instead of sending in their Spriggans to take care of this operation? Like... that Ominae guy?” One had to admit, it was a good question. “Well, you see... Arcam's currently stretched thin with the scope of operations we're undertaking,” the Arcam agent replied. “Our S-Class operatives are all currently deployed out field, as well as a good portion of our teams of A-Class agents that were sent out to provide field support for the Spriggans, troubled world we live in eh? It's a sign of the times, I tell you.” The Arcam agent gazed briefly at his laptop screen, a display window showing the status of Arcam's current corp of S-Class agents, better known as 'Spriggans'. Yu Ominae and Jean Jacquemonde have been deployed to central Africa to investigate an outbreak of a parasite that allegedly causes monstrous mutations in the host; Tea Flatte is currently in the middle of an artifact sealing mission in Greece, while Oboro and a handful of new operatives that had joined the ranks of Arcam as Spriggans since the organization's restructuring are currently put on standby. “So yes, this is a matter that concerns many lives,” Miyuki added. To minimize the loss of lives in a conflict was the credo she lived by, after all. Even if it meant killing a few, but as long as in the end many were saved, this could be considered the 'optimal' outcome to resolving a crisis. “I'll consider your proposal.” “So that's a yes then?” the Arcam agent asked as Miyuki got up from her seat. “Don't get too happy yet, I haven't agreed,” the sharpshooter replied plainly as she began to walk away, although as she did so, Miyuki fished out her cellphone and began writing a message for Selene, informing her that due to her 'real' job taking priority there won't be any combat practice today. “Well, I hope you don't disappoint me, Takamachi-san...” the Arcam agent chuckled as Miyuki left the restaurant. Place: Deep within the Hyakuji Forest Time: 1200 hrs Kage sank to his knees as a sharp pain tore through his chest. “Wh... what's happening to... me!?” The ookami growled as he shifted back and forth between his wolf and human form in a shapeshifter swan song as the pain gradually rose in intensity, completely overwhelming his senses! A sudden cracking noise emanated from Kage's ribs, followed by the sound of flesh tearing as the ookami's chest cavity burst open in a splatter of blood and viscera. “Guh!” Kage coughed, choking on his own blood as the last thing he saw before his vision permanently faded to black was a slug-like creature erupting violently from the gaping hole in his torso, his own blood and viscera spewing freely onto the ground below. The newly-emerged chest burster threw its eyeless head back as its tiny jaws, filled with needle-sharp teeth, parted and gave vent to what sounded like a triumphant screech, echoing through the forest. Meanwhile, hundreds of light years away from Earth, on another star system... Place: Yautja ship, in orbit above Sarachus III Time: Unknown Rune lowered a pair of acid-resistant tongs into the bubbling vat of acid, fishing out the head of Old Scab, which the acid had done its job of eating it down to a bleached skull. Meanwhile, Gryz was going through the ships various controls, charting out the course for their next destination while Rune enshrined the growlex skull with the rest of his trophies. “Rune!” Gryz barked as he pointed to a flashing readout on a display panel, prompting the older hunter to head over to the bridge. “It's a distress signal...” Rune growled, his mandibles flaring slightly. “It's Lynx and the others... it appears that they have run into trouble...” “On Earth...” Gryz added, noting the origin of the distress beacon. “Set the course for Earth,” Rune commanded as he reached for his predator helmet, putting on the headgear as Gryz began charting out the ship's hyperspace flight path from Sarachus III to Earth, the veteran Yautja making a clicking growl of excitement – it has been a while since he last hunted on Earth, and hopefully this time around he could find something more of a challenge on that planet. To be continued... Edited by Lawman, Mar 15 2009, 08:04 AM.
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| Kyousho | Mar 15 2009, 02:49 AM Post #8 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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kage met his doom already? D: keep it up! you've portrayed my own character in more combat than I ever have!
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| Kobayashi | Mar 15 2009, 02:17 PM Post #9 |
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CAMEO! Haha, nice stuff. Keep it up! |
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