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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 18:20:32 GMT -5
One of the other marines raises his rifle and shoots the child killing her.
The man can feel the commander laughing at him through the helmet.
"Dos orn inbal ulu alu ulu uoi'nota ulu dormagyn l'dalhar nin wael."
The commander stretches his head to halfway look at the other marines.
"Malar xuil bel'la! El xuil bel'la! Whol l'valsharess!"
The marines raise their rifles and fire simultaneously at the man.
The operators scream and run out of the room for their lives.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 18:30:54 GMT -5
One of the shots land squarely on the shoulder attached to the arm holding the commander's pistol, causing a splotch of blood to fly in to his face. The shadow snorts in frustration before the wires around him shove the commander straight into the line of fire, tightening around his arms and neck to prevent him from trying to escape.
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 18:37:09 GMT -5
The marines begin to spread out to avoid hitting their commander.
The man can hear laughter coming from the commander.
"Zoxidon Process, Quarth 94 B, K'lar 2 miles luent, Execute."
The commander disappears in a flash of light. It appears something caused him to teleport. Either his suit or some subsystem in the ship that still has power. A mana Grenade lands at the man's feet and goes off.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 18:46:57 GMT -5
The shadow just stares at the granade as it goes off, its flash lasting long enough to reveal his appearance as an adolecent with gray, close-cut hair, glasses, and an outfit that resembles a Japanese school uniform, with the tail of the coat extending to his knees.
The flash engulfs him, causing his body to vanish within the seering heat. It's unknown whether he's teleported out or was annihilated by the force of the granade.
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 18:52:33 GMT -5
The marines stop firing and look around the room. After a few minutes they lower their rifles one by one. One of them speaks up.
"zhah.....zhah ol alus?"
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 18:57:45 GMT -5
Just as they were pondering what happened, another flash of light appears within the marines and snatches the remaining two hostages from the hands of those holding them, before disappearing again in a flash of light, taking them with it.
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 19:04:36 GMT -5
The marines look around confused.
"L'hostages ph'alus!"
The only marine in power armor jerks his head to the man who just spoke.
"Vel'bol!?"
He walks over the controls and inserts a wire from his suit into the communication console temporarily restoring power.
"Udos inbal ulu zhaniqul l'ilharess d'nindol aterruce. Il orn ssinssrin ulu ply'uss ol dro."
He begins to type up a message on the console.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 19:15:57 GMT -5
At a brick-built hospital deep within the forest of another village, Lila, Hot-Blood, and a couple Kumitsunes treat the Domesticas wounded during the Dark Efl's rampage to obtain slaves.
A minute passes before another flash appears before the rested, revealing Hajime, dropping the hostages he managed to save before dropping to his knees, grabbing the wound on his left shoulder.
"Hajime!" Lila gasps, running over to him and helping him into an empty bed, "Are you alright?"
"Just fine...." Hajime strains, placing his right and on the wound and using the power he drained from the Dark Elf's ship to seal the hole in his left shoulder, "I couldn't save one of them, but I'm hoping her parents'll pass it off as a casualty caused by their rampage."
"What about the ship?" Hot-Blood asked.
"The Commander escaped," Hajime sighs, "But once the ship leaves space, it'll be expecting a much bigger surprise."
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 19:29:28 GMT -5
Several hours pass before a message reaches the ship.
The message is received by one of the female officers. She spins around in her chair and looks at the just returned commander, who is still fully armored.
"Jabbress, udos fridj recieved natha char'riss dal ilharess Bel'tar. Il uriu stated nindel udos lli ugul whol reinforcements."
The commander nods it's head.
"Jala xan'ss pholor l'size d'l'ozam?"
The operator nods.
"Siyo jabbress. L'ilharess zhah sending natha Battleship."
The commander clenches a fist in excitement.
"Siyo! Nindol zhah natha mayar ulu jous nindolen lesser beings nind k'lar wun l'galaxy!"
The commander turns around and heads towards the exit.
"Elendar repairs. F'sarn aluin ulu xun fol scouting."
The operator salutes.
"Siyo jabbress"
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 19:47:31 GMT -5
Hot-Blood hands Hajime a bowl of strange milk.
"It is amazing how your black, silky outfit can remain whole despite the damage you recieved," he said.
"Unitard's attached to my body," Hajime said as he sipped some of the milk, compressing his lips to try and hold down its sour taste, "Once the skin regenerates, so does the suit."
"It's too bad the unitard can save us from wasting bandages to redress the wound," Lila purrs, "Cotton is hard to recycle when it's covered in blood."
"I'm sure you'll find a way in the future," Hajime chuckles before taking another sip of his milky medicine.
The Mir-Kats continue to patrol the skies over the forest. Lana, female alpha leader of the tribe, munches on a fried scorpion as she continues to stare at the ship.
"I'm worried about those blokes balow us," mutters Zed, the male alpha leader, "They manage to return powah to their ship, but haven't moved at all."
"They must be using their ship as a becon to bring reinforcements," Lana sighs, "We may have to ally with other members of the Mir-Kat race in case we have to fight off more unwelcomed guests." she rubs her temples in frsutration, "Oh, how I hate asking for help from other tribes. Those blokes take advantage of our need for assistance to brag about how weak we are." she looks back over to Zed, "Keep the othah mates on alert. I'm heading back to Managassca to see if I can bring more reinforcements."
Zed watches as Lana turns her fighter around and flies back to the northpole.
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 21:04:04 GMT -5
The only people who are working on the outside of the ship are the slaves. They seem to be repairing hull and setting up a barricade. The turrets on the frigate scan the area around them making sure that anyone who approaches the ship is killed. At the size of the cannons even a tank would be blown up in a single shot.
In a nearby Festive town a single Dark Elf woman wanders the streets taking in the sights in sounds. She walks down the main street drinking some sort of beverage with a straw. Her icy blue hair flowing as she looks left and right at the people she passes by.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 21:16:42 GMT -5
Some of the patrolling K-bolds eye the elf with suspicion. They don't seem to recall inviting someone on the west side of the globe at this time of day, and her scent suggests she isn't here to mingle with other members of the nations supporting the FSA. They cautiously begin pressing something into their walkie-talkies, as if silently sending out a signal to put all villages on the western side of Elysia-II on yellow alert.
A K-bold walks into the medical cottage where the wounded are being treated. He is a brown pit-bull wearing a police uniform, a shoulderless brestplate, and a belt with a long sword sheathed on his side. He glances around before noticing Lila telling a children's story to a frightened Ny-bold kitten, while Hajime lays on the other side, listening in as he continues to rest his organic wound.
"Lady Lila," the K-bold calls out, walking over to her as she stops talking to meet him, "There has been word that an Elf has been wandering the village uninvited. She could be from the ship that attacked one of the other villages occupying the western side of the planet."
"Oh no," Lila moans, "Could she be wandering around here looking for more villagers to turn itno slaves?"
"She's done nothing at the moment, so we can't move in. But all K-bolds have been put on caution in case she does something reminicent to what happened earlier." he places his paw on his chest, "As such, I another K-bold have been required to guard this hospital in case she makes her way here."
Lila twitches her ears in concern before nodding, "Try not to be heroic though. These elves have already desimated the other village's guards. I don't wish to have the same thing happen here."
"You won't, Lila. We will be careful." he then turns and heads back outside to stand guard at the entrance.
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 21:25:45 GMT -5
She seems to be wandering from shop to shop buying souvenirs and every so often getting herself food. She appears to be just having a good time. Other than happily waving at the guards that are eyeing her she doesn't seem to be doing much.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 29, 2008 21:30:53 GMT -5
The guards go about their business like nothing's wrong. But they continue to send reports every hour, reassuring other guards that nothing serious has happened yet.
Zed monitors the frigate some more before speaking into the intercom.
"Aye, Jed, Milo," he said, "take a small splinter group and scour the stars outside our planet. See if there's anything suspicious coming this way."
There were two "Rogers" in different voices before six fighters left the surrounding group and flew off into space to scan it for suspicious activities.
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Post by Zaku on Jul 29, 2008 21:40:46 GMT -5
After about an hour the Dark Elf female sits down on a bench and sighs. She mutters to herself.
"Nindolen slanos ph'ji primitive. Ol zhah natha brorn nind dro'xun a jal."
She pulls out a small communicator. She presses a few buttons and places it against her ear.
"Ol zhah uns'aa. Ji feir jal Usstan'bal screus zhah nindel nind forces ph'ves ssussun."
She listens for a few seconds.
"Ji ol orn k'jakr tlu natha stath mzild klew'kinnen hwuen l'ozam raq'te?"
She listens again.
"Usstan kyorl. Usstan usieva ol shlu'ta naut tlu xxizz'a. Skrel l'ozam pholor fre'sla a whol nin. Usstan orn tlu rath ulnin."
She shuts the communicator and leans back on the bench sighing.
The fighters in space find absolutely nothing amiss.
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