| Welcome to Protogene. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Khala | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Aug 8 2009, 02:04 AM (80 Views) | |
| daioni | Aug 8 2009, 02:04 AM Post #1 |
Pro
  ![]](http://209.85.48.16/static/1/pip_r.png)
|
It had started gradually, so minutely that the members of Silver Shield did not notice any change at all in Artanis' behavior. People had gotten used to his habits and frequent greetings the empathic alien communicated with, and the Alien had done his best to adapt to the less social species whose planet he now inhabited, so the slow withdrawal was seen more or less as the attempt to give the others their own personal space. That is until the mood swings started occurring. It was not frequent at first, but then every so often, the entire staff in the headquarters would suddenly be overcome with sudden feelings and urges that did not fit the place and time, wither it be a sudden onset of hunger, anger, or sudden bout of tears, the effect generally disrupted whatever projects were being worked on. Artanis had apologized for these outburst, explaining he was having some difficulty with his powers, and would try and keep them under better control. However, things did not get better, and after a sudden hour long bout of hysterics experienced across the board, Sentinel was ordered to find out what was going on with Artanis, as the disruptions could not continue, taking with him Splortch and Mr. Mercury, as two fellow aliens would probably understand any situation Artanis was going through. And it is at this point where the three found themselves heading through the corridors towards Artanis' quarters when it happened... Suddenly a psionic scream plunged through the minds of all in a 3 mile radius. But this was more then a simple scream, with it came a torrent of indescribable pain, something overwhelming and consuming, the experience causing those caught up in it to collapse, their bodies going into seizures from the mass mental overload caused by it. |
| Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. | |
 |
 
|
| Batguy | Aug 9 2009, 07:58 AM Post #2 |
Not too shabby
|
"Wow! That would make a great horror movie sound effect!" "Splortch, now is not the time," Mr. Mercury said. "I'm concerned and feel we should hurry; I am having difficulty reaching Artanis telepathically at the moment, though I hope this is merely an aftereffect of the scream and not because Artanis is in some way injured." "Hurry?" Splortch said, instantly shifting into a motorcycle with a side car, complete with two leather helmets and sets of goggles hanging off the handlebars. "We've only got more hallway to cover from here. LET'S ROLL." |
  | |
|
|
|
| daioni | Aug 12 2009, 12:10 PM Post #3 |
|
Pro
|
It only took a few moments for the trio to reach Artanis' quarters, by now the psychic scream had subsided, leaving a erie silence in it's wake as those affected by it started to recover. However, the brief pause lasted only a moment as operations began running again, accelerated as everyone started to respond to the 'attack'. Security measures were already being put into place in case this had been planned. As the three reached the door, two figures teleported just outside the door. Samuel Orenstead, quickly recovered from the disorientation, as the teleporter disappeared, returning to the med lab to tend to the others who had been affected. "Here, put these on," said the doctor, tossing a few devices to the others. A similar device was already on him, a psionic dampener in case another deblitating wave hit. Wasting no time for explainations, he hit the entry button, the door sliding over and entered. Inside, the light crystals that had been grown over a period of weeks illuminated the quarters in a steady glow similar to daylight, the decor definatly gave the feel of the otherworldly, designed and decorated over time to Artanis' specifications. But admiration had to wait as one could see the alien on the ground, his body twitching sporatically in spasms. His hand clentched and unclentched uncontrollably, his eyes pulsating wildly. A glowing blue fluid dripped from his eyes, at first appearing as if the alien was in tears, but those who had been around Artanis enough knew that the blue fluid was his blood now running down his featureless face and pooling on the floor beneath him. |
| Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. | |
|
|
|
| The Royall J | Aug 13 2009, 03:36 PM Post #4 |
The Last Cool White Guy
|
Sentinel ran up to Artanis to pick him up and carry him to Med Bay so they could find out what was happening to him but upon contact a rush of emotions and memories flooded his mind, overwhelming him and causing him to fall backwards. He recovered quickly but could still see images flashing through his mind of crystals and people and friends and home. Although he wasn't thinking about it now he knew in the back of his mind these were Artanis' memories, some of his memories and he suspected that some of his own memories were transferred to Artanis. "I don't know what's wrong with him but I can't touch him. It's like he's trying to defend himself from something" Sentinel said. |
| Do not walk in front of me I may not follow. Do not walk behind me I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend. | |
|
|
|
| daioni | Aug 17 2009, 12:21 AM Post #5 |
|
Pro
|
***Medical Lab*** Artanis lay on the examining table, hooked up to several machines that measure his mental activities. Orenstead had managed to stop the bleeding for now, but the anaylysis showed that it could start again with another mental overload. By now the normal functions of Silver Shield had recovered, though the medlab had been equipt with an emergency psy dampener to keep another mental outbreak from occuring. "There seem to be no foriegn substances in his system, at least form what we can tell from our current studies." explained Orenstead, examing the test charts, "We also tested for influences from outside metal intrusion, but the with his mind the way it is right now the results are severly flawed." The good doctor was finding Artanis' physiology both facinating and annoying at the same time due to the vast differences between their speicies, the same could be said of any of their resident aliens, but Artanis was the one that needed treatment right now. |
| Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. | |
|
|
|
| Batguy | Aug 25 2009, 02:25 PM Post #6 |
|
Not too shabby
|
"It would seem only a hands-on diagnosis will help right now," Mr. Mercury said. "I'm going in; if things change for the worse, break the contact." "Won't that cause massive psychic trauma to you both, making you switch personalities or something like that?" Splortch asked, his eyes lighting up. Mr. Mercury looked at him blankly for a moment, then turned back to Artanis. "You watch too much television." Laying his hands on Artanis's head, Mr. Mercury opened his senses and projected himself into Artanis's mindscape. Almost immediately he recoiled back, ejected with enough force that his head was ringing from the psychic backlash for several seconds. "I'm going to need help with this one," Mr. Mercury said, breathing heavily as the pain receded. "Splortch, I need you to act as the conduit; that will dull any backlash. Sentinel, you have the strongest will of anyone here at the moment besides myself; I'm going to have to bring you into the link to help me break past the reflexive shields Artanis has erected. I'm not sure what's going on, but from my brief touch I know that Artanis has the information we need; our only hope is to break through so I can contact him and see what we can do to help." |
|
| |
|
|
|
| Son | Aug 25 2009, 09:19 PM Post #7 |
Not too shabby
|
A splitting migraine combined with a sudden wave of pure extreme mental energy would be enough to floor anyone for a while. Archer was certainly no exception. He'd been in enough pain from his hangover--having drunk more than usual the night before, Laura had decided it was finally time to take control of his drinking habits and told him to stop for a while--but the psychic shriek of pure agony made him feel he could relate to whoever it came from. It took him about ten minutes to even move from the fetal position he'd been reduced to in the elevator. When he finally came out of it, he sat in the corner with his back against the wall, chest heaving and eyes squeezed tightly shut to avoid the light. Archer blindly grasped for his Silver Shield com-unit and raised it to his lips, gasping half in pain and half in worry and fear. "Laura! Laura, are you alright?!" he cried into the mic. Her voice came back immediately. "I'm fine, yes. What about you?" She certainly sounded better than he did, though she was just as worried. "Feel like my skull just split into a million fiery pieces, but otherwise fine. Now, everybody sound off! What the hell just happened?!" It hurt him even more to speak at all, let alone yell like he was. But something very bad had just happened and no one in the SS had had so much as a gut feeling or a tingling sixth sense. Archer's first impression was they were under attack, by someone powerful, in which case, they had a very serious problem. Although, regardless of the source of that horrendous scream, they still had a serious problem. |
| Sometimes, it's not an angel you need, but a demon. | |
|
|
|
| daioni | Aug 28 2009, 10:49 AM Post #8 |
|
Pro
|
As the three broke through into Artanis' mindscape, the three sould feel the strain as it came into focus, the force of his mental energies pelting like a sandstorm, until that is what it was. A single mind is a world unto itself, a mental sactuary that each person shapes thoughout their lives, thus it would come as no surprise when a landscape came into view, barren and rocky, sands buffeting is the chaos of his mind. Even thrugh the mutted browns though, one could see the haze of multiple suns overhead. Even though they knew this was a mental manifestation, the heat of the world blazed about them. There was a bim light ahead, and though difficult to make out, one could see shapes reminicent of unnatural structures, a city looming through the sand clouds with only the slightest hint of glowing lights. That was not all that was present, crackles of mental energies moved through the storm light lightning ready to strike, indicant of the overload which threatened to discharge at any moment. *** Orenstead looked upon the four motionless figures. Psychics, he figured, checking the charts once more, noting the change in the brain activity caused by the additional presences in Artanis' mind. For a moment then, the lights in the room flickered, and the doctor heard the whining of the generator for the mental shield projector as if strained. It seemed that the collective mental energies were intensifying the output Artanis was giving off. That's not good, he thought, turning to check the condition of the machine. As Orenstead crossed the room, he suddenly felt the floor disappear from under his feet. Falling forward, he braced himself to meet the floor, but it never came. It was then he noted anything lose was starting to hover of the ground. Orenstead had seen this happen sometimes with patients with high mental capabilities, but usually only with telekinetics. Crud, mental feedback, he thought, realizing that the merging was tapping into Mr Mercury's telekinetic abilities, amplifying it outwards, so that what was usually a personal flight ability was now 'floating' anything that entered the room. Orenstead turned on his com, "Can we get someone down here?" he said, 'swimming' to a pipe in the wall to lower himself back to the ground. From past experiances he knew how bad something like this could get, "Preferably Archer." he added, knowing they may need his unmatched reflexes soon. |
| Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. | |
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · The Silver Shield Headquarters · Next Topic » |
