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| Vaka | Nov 13 2009, 05:28 PM Post #11 |
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As the automations were translating through introduction, the great lift once again descended from the zeppelin. It's sole passenger was dressed in a grey hazmat suit, not unlike the others, though baring some distinct differences. He did not appear to be armed as he approached the group, though a variety of weaponry could be easily concealed in his clothing. Just as Watersalt concluded her address toward the seemingly catatonic Leaserians, this new face was matched with a voice. "This is surely remarkable..." He said, as he attempted to mask his obvious fascination with these beings. Though his eyes could only be seen through his attire, they were full of curiosity. "Once again, I am Verlyn. I represent the entire Leaserian empire at this utmost... profound moment. We do not come with hostility, rather a similar interest to your own." Speaking in a slow, broken rendition of the ancient language, Verlyn explained their intentions. He made a distinct effort to avoid any suggestion of conflict. Hostility toward these largely unexplained beings had the potential to be highly disastrous. No, perhaps a partnership was in the greater interest. "And if such a plague could bring us any harm, I place our safety in your judgment." He nodded, though placed an equal amount of trust in his suit. |
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| Kuno | Nov 15 2009, 07:55 AM Post #12 |
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The lumbering machine impressed upon Sandeyes prodigious amounts of wonder, as it stirred to life and opened its jaws. Equally absorbing was the sight of another living creature arriving from within the hulk. One clad in grey, as all the specters could see. A very drab color, if there ever was any to judge as such, and additionally the dominant tint of the specters. Specters, of course, were in no place to argue, but Sandeyes and his companions all recalled that strange waking period when body-paint was a common rebellious act. Sandeyes sat on his haunches, his forearm clattering against his snout in a mock of grooming. Disheartened, he refrained and picked up his dialogue through Watersalt. She repeated him, "You shouldn't worry about the undeadly purger of our childhood... It lives only in the rocks. And only in the nighttime. I'd say it's a cowardly sickness. In the mutual interest of our distant roles, I appreciated simple acknowledgment, but an exchange of representatives would also be nice!" Sandeyes scoffed at the airship and tapped his translator on the head. She uttered, "That's a very nice craft. Does it work well for you?" The engineers were smart creatures, and getting smarter every day. The zeppelin was only a short leap ahead the imaginations of their greater collective. Yet all practical ideas were pure fancy to a mess of adolescent tribes, who had not the infrastructure to build their pursuits. |
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| Greatak | Nov 15 2009, 12:49 PM Post #13 |
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"Team 2 in position." "Team 1, standing by. Take the shot." "Roger that. " A single crack of a gunshot rang out across the tundra. A few seconds later, a soft thump as a sentry fell into the snow. Quiet footsteps followed as the raid began. As another sentry noticed his fallen comrade, a spectre appeared behind him and plunging a blade into his neck, ended his life before he could raise the alarm. Two more spectres advanced after the sentry lay slain upon the snow. Joined by their comrade a moment later, the three figures stacked up by a door to a crude shack. On the other side of the settlement, four spectres rose from the ground and sprinted into the village, two of them moving in for the kill of two sentries with their attention directed back towards the gunshot. Slicing their throats and gently placing them on the ground, they rejoined their comrades who just ran into another crude shack, rapid gunshots followed as they silenced the warriors within, trapped forever in slumber. The first group followed suit, a succession of gunshots told the other group all they needed to do without a word. From off in the distance, a few more gunshots rang out as two figures ran for the stables. "I've got zero movement from here." "Alright, regroup with caution." The radios fell silent as the eight figures met up on the edge of the camp. |
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| Vestis | Nov 16 2009, 08:31 PM Post #14 |
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Hidden within the snow and earth, a Ceirece outpost was desolately quiet. Only the soft movements of a mere 4 Ceirecians inside. 2 laid in the main room, using the outposts systems to preform surveillance on one of the villages that was so close to The Installations hidden entrance. The only outpost of its kind, these 4 Ceirecians were the only ones that were outside of the Installation for any extended period of time. One of the many terminals made a sharp sound that cracked against the walls of the outposts main room, and soon one of the inhabitants made their way over to it. It took only moments until they had learned what happened inside the village they monitored so closely. Making a few more movements on the terminal, soon the other 3 entered the room in swift succession. "Whats happened Viansko?" Voiced one of the thin creatures. "It seems a separate faction has made an aggressive movement against the village. We have to do an observation of the damage, and then send a report back to Control to see if the outpost will remain active." The three others nodded , and left the room along with Viasko. Soon the 4 were standing by the outposts only exit, dressed in snow white suits, which would not only help conceal them, but protect them from the unforgiving cold. It didn't take all the long for them to come to the village's most outer boundaries. They saw that bodies were splayed across the outer area. The team leader, Viasko made a short note that an attempt would have to be made to salvage the bodies for autopsy and analysis, and pressed on into the village with the other three silently. |
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| Vaka | Nov 17 2009, 04:14 PM Post #15 |
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Verlyn stood and watched the machines converse, everyone in the crew bore some amount of pure fascination. He wished he could get inside their minds, to learn what they had. Perhaps that was very possible, as long as they pulled the proper strings to gain trust. A true companionship didn't seem likely with the selfish and narcissistic society, though who knew how the high Leaserians would act. The counsel seemed to have a mind of its own, and its decisions were rarely expected or questioned. "You expect them to be trusted?" Loren, one of the crew and second- in-command questioned. Her voice rambled in the strange human tongue, hopefully indecipherable to the machines. Though he face couldn't be read, her eyes showed with utter void. Dread. But Verlyn wasn't one to be easily intimidated. He brushed off her concerns with a claim of over cautiousness. "Well enough. Of course, our transportation is always undergoing improvement. This model was simply the easiest to mass produce for such an occasion... " He paused for a moment, before changing the subject. "Where do you come from?" The question sounded vague, it had vague implications, and would most likely be answered vaguely. The most the Leaserians, or at least Verlyn (not that the others mattered much more than his order) hoped for a tour. "I see it, but what the hell is it?" The pilot questioned, staring off into the distance as several flashes reflected off the ice cliffs. "Sparks-- Or gunfire. Most likely the latter... It looks like we've stepped in on something." Marlon lit a cigar from his lips and reclined, knowing it would take a few more minutes before getting close enough to even gain a vague understanding of what was going on in the arctic icesheet. Radar had picked up the landmass a few hundred kilometers ago, but no life was expected in such undesirable conditions. What a surprise this was... |
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| Greatak | Nov 17 2009, 05:27 PM Post #16 |
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The figures stood near the edge of the village, regrouping and still on alert for any potential ambushes. Just as one of them was about to speak, one of them held up an arm and a rapid series of motions later, the eight of them were crouched low. They'd all heard the footsteps crunching in the snow, heads were aswivel now to locate the source, and the poorly disguised exploration team was located quickly and the one who'd acted before made a few more motions with his limb and the group spilt into two, one of them with a longer rifle disappeared behind a shack, and four others vanished alongside the many crates and other debris around the area. The remaining three figures stood there, as they had before they noticed their visitors, pretending to act as if they hadn't noticed them, checking gear, counting ammo, discussing the raid in their rapid speech. Their bleached walrus hide parkas obscured their outline and while not being used to the maximum, clearly could be very effective camouflage. Beneath the clothing were what appeared to be fish, their limbs looked like some evolutionary deviant from fins and they sported tails that looked as if they wouldn't be much use for swimming anymore, but nonetheless fishlike. Their faces were covered in masks of some sort, with ominous goggles covering what were apparently closely spaced eyes for a fish. Each of the three carried a weapon that was a mixture of wood and steel, clearly a firearm, and also clearly designed for ease of production, no frills or eloquence graced its form. Various other military accouterments decorated their gear, completing the ensemble. All of it was white tinted so as to blend in with the tundra. The one who led the group stood quieter than the other two, trying to think how he should approach this. His people had certainly noticed the local fauna, but hadn't taken much time to study them, and only scraps of their culture had been found and examined, yielding an extremely crude understanding of how their language might work, and possibly a way to say hello, but nothing beyond that. Operating in such an advanced region, near the known activity centers of the locals, he had been taught what minuscule information they had, he hoped it would serve them well. At least they didn't appear to be armed. |
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| Vestis | Nov 17 2009, 10:19 PM Post #17 |
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The 4 white figures moved against the snow quietly, and slowly. The leader of the group Viansko, headed the small expedition into the quiet village. It did not take long however for them to stumble within hearing distance of what seemed like a group of 3. At the idea of making face to face contact with another species, Viansko shuddered. Control had made specific instruction to avoid first contact if at all possible. However they needed to survey what damage had been done to the village's population. If they were all dead, then it would be a simple matter of dragging a few icy corpses back to the outpost. But if there were any survivors, They would have to contact Control and determine if they wanted any survivors to actually survive. Viansko made a motion, and the other 3 stopped in the snow. Making another motion, 2 of the groups members turned around and made their way away from Viansko and his last remaining member. Viansko and the last member made their way now towards the group. The other two would have split up. One would obtain a body, and the other would make their way directly to the outpost and report their findings to Control. Depending on their decision, Control would either send out a Diplomatic Team, or a Hunter Team to deal with these new visitors. Viansko walked towards them into easy view slowly, and attempted to appear as non-aggressive as possible in the approach. |
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| Kuno | Nov 18 2009, 05:02 PM Post #18 |
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Prompted again by the unofficial diplomat of their group, Watersalt spoke, "Yes! We live beneath the forest mostly. The sheds made by the Admonishers broke down, and Sandeyes awoke when the others came to find us. That was also when the rest of our group woke up. It's only been a few weeks since then. But Sandeyes would tell you that we were saved by the Admonishers... and that we come from this world. Before we died--twice now!--most remember how simple we were. Hairy creatures in the mangroves, afraid of ground and sky and water alike. Now what are you? And where does the skywhale go from here? Do you breath air? What other worlds did you see?" While his tribemates talked with the Leaserians, Pinefern had started surveying the zeppelin, walking around slowly, checking on various details, and thinking back to the records of mineral deposits left by the Admonishers. The idea of flying in something like it felt unfitting and dangerous, yet a risk like it would likely be taken eagerly by living creatures. Most designs shared among the engineers were for surface ships, large, self-sufficient vessels. Many of those designs incorporated means to submerge in order to wait out storms. Submergence for specters, at least, was uncomplicated by lungs. The Leaserians though, would seem to have possessed a way to regulate their environment. Pinefern could only assume the air was thinner at the height the zeppelin would fly at. Sandeyes shook his finger at Pinefern for him to stay nearby. The translator glanced at both of them quickly and asked, "Verlyn, would you mind showing us the skywhale's insides?" |
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| Vaka | Nov 18 2009, 05:18 PM Post #19 |
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Marlon stared frigidly at the equally cold land below him. It appeared suspiciously barren, and was most likely inhabited by various tribes, or some underground connection of tunnel dwellers. Perhaps the beings below were also out of their element. As the iron bodied zeppelin rose over the snow banks, a small village became apparent. Several bodies below radiated heat and signaled two distinct groups, with movement patterns suggesting a type of hide-and-seek, or perhaps it was a coincidence. Regardless, the shots had stopped, but that meant nothing about the hostility of these ice dwellers. Any ounce of hostility toward such an immense airship was more than expected, and prepared for. "Interesting." The commander stroked his chin in curiosity as he carefully observed the beings below. This was certainly a first for Leaserian kind, he thought. Contact with their first foreign race would certainly change things, and he could gain a significant raise in rank, depending on how this affair proceeded. Suddenly, a pressure gauge twitched. The alteration was nearly unnoticeable, and certainly not detected by any of the crew. However, the slightest leakage on the hydrogen packed balloon could have proved to be devastating. Moments passed. The gauge slowly sank, signifying a slightly worse situation for each millimeter. As the numbers added up, a siren coupled with several flashing, red lights announced the catastrophe. Naturally, these represented something incredibly awful. Approximately three and a half seconds later an explosion in the upmost hull was heard, followed by a screech of grinding metal and an unmistakable hiss of burning hydrogen. The metallic ship slowly began to glide toward the surface, though much faster than a safe landing called for. Of course, "safe" was out of the question. Verlyn smiled as Watersalt explained their astonishingly recent history. He had numerous questions about these "Admonishers", or the machine's interesting concept of death. However, he did not wish to appear nosey. Some groups could be quite sensitive, no matter how rational they first appear. "We come here from the great continent of Leasere. Our airship is just one among five-hundred, sent on the first exploratory mission to... enrich ourselves with new life and culture. As far as I know, this is the first significant landmass we have encountered, and naturally you are the first sentient creatures encountered as well... And yes, we thrive on oxygen; these uniforms are simply a precautionary measure." The commander found humor in the rapid questions, assuming the group was as curious as he. The crew noted the signals and strange tongue with suspicion and curiosity. Only one of them was a skilled linguist, Verlyn excluded. As for the commander himself, he was for once grateful regarding his interest in ancient languages. "Why, of course!" Verlyn took the invitation with enthusiasm. He spoke a few words into his radio in the Leaserian language and then looked back at the machines. Signaling with his hand, he offered an invitation to follow him onto the lift. The crew, however, stayed behind. |
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| Greatak | Nov 18 2009, 09:50 PM Post #20 |
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As the dull tranquility of the tundra was interrupted by the somewhat majestic explosion, the walrus-clothed figures leaped into action. The four of that had disappeared suddenly emerged from the surroundings and sprinted after the two explorers who had turned back, closing ground quickly. They held their tongues until they were nearly upon the explorers, suddenly shouting in a strange language to catch them off guard and startle them. The other group was met with similar hostility, the three figures standing nonchalantly also moved rapidly, closing the ground to the approaching pair with their rifles leveled to point at the explorers, gesturing towards the ground as they shouted there words for 'Get on the ground, now' expecting it to be unintelligible, but hopefully threatening as they figured out what was going on with that explosion. "Fyrd, what the hell was that?" "I've no idea, it's big though. Some sort of metallic thing in the sky, it's falling fast though." "Keep an eye on it. Team 2, regroup with your cargo ASAP." |
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