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Post by White-Jet on Aug 6, 2008 22:42:14 GMT -5
The Mir-Kats' agility made it hard for the drones to latch on as they slipped back to avoid being grabbed, then slammed their foots towards them in an attempt to shove them onto their backs.
Ryuta closes his eyes, seeming to be in deep thought, before disappearing in a beam of light and reappearing on the stag, taking his saber out and swinging it at the other wing, causing fire to ignite from the motion.
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Post by Zaku on Aug 7, 2008 8:23:29 GMT -5
She leaps away from the crumbleing ground. She runs to what she considers a safe distance before turning around and looking back.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 7, 2008 16:44:50 GMT -5
The Dark Elf commander could see nightmarish insects beginning to climb from the hole that was made in the ground. Among these insects was a tall, roach-looking creature with robes draped over its shoulders. The collar of the robes were raised to hide most of the creature's face. Its piercing eyes were a bright red.
One of the insects walked up to the roach creature, falling to one knee and bowing its head, "Envoy Nul'kah... It is confirmed that the elves have arrived on this planet."
The Envoy hummed in interest as it stroked one of its antennae, "Good... Good... See to it at once that Bal'lae the Chosen is killed. Have the hive make way for the elven ship. All eggs are to be destroyed, the larvae and wounded are to be killed."
"If we are to make an alliance with the elves, we must to do so before the entire Draken fleet lands on the planet," said Envoy Nul'kah.
The drone nodded its head as it crept back into the hole to deliver the orders of the envoy.
The drones stammered backwards as they were struck in the chest. They suddenly stopped moving and looked up into the sky.
The stag screaed in pain as its bloody stubs that were once wings tried to flutter.
A voice boomed from the mech, "Pffft. This bug is still an adolescent, the Vessh'kul must be desperate if they are sending out stag before they are matured!"
The mech took its sword and dug it into the exposed back of the stag, and dragged it across its length. Green blood and plasma sprayed from the stag.
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 7, 2008 16:54:51 GMT -5
The Mir-Kats stare at the drones before sensing something devious going on within the Vessh'Kul clan. There seems to be something fishy going on and they were unsure what to make of it.
Ryuta leaps off the stag as it was being stabbed, landing back on the ground and looking around him, seeming to pick up on the sudden change in spiritual air.
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Post by Zaku on Aug 7, 2008 17:21:31 GMT -5
"Nindel zhah......Nindel zhah naut ditronw...."
She turns on her heel and runs down the street away from the bugs trying to find cover.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 7, 2008 18:52:39 GMT -5
The drones broke off their attack with the Draken and Mir-Kats and began to scurry back to the hole whence they came.
The stag let out one more pained roar before it fell to its side. It twitched slightly as it exhaled its last breath.
The mech retracted his beam saber and placed it back onto its hilt. It looked to the fleeing swarm in confusion.
"What? The Vessh'Kul are retreating?" said the voice of the pilot, "This is odd..."
The Dark Elf Commander could see more of the insects at the other end of the street. This swarm was following the lead of another strange insectoid. This one was shorter than the other, but plump. Its robes dragged across the ground behind him. He wore a mask to cover his face, which was a plain white except for slit openings to allow his beady eyes to peer through. Breathing mechanisms were attached to the sides of his head. Tubes attached to these mechanisms coiled backwards onto a large apparatus on his back.
A drone following this creature bowed his head to him as he spoke, "Envoy Hazz'yi, Envoy Nul'kah has given the order for the Bal'lae the Chosen to be slain."
"Good..." said the Envoy through heavy breathing, "Once the Chosen... And the weak have... Been eliminated... All drones... Are to commit mass... Suicide."
The drone bowed his head, "Understood, my master."
"After you drones... Have sacrificed yourself... Only the Envoy shall... Remain," said the Envoy, "We will... Meet with the... Elves... To strike a bargain with them..."
"Why the elves, if I may inquire, my master?" asked the drone.
"The enemy... Of my enemy... Is my friend," said the Envoy, "We have... The FSA as... A common foe... The forces of... the Undeath... the Elves... and the Swarm... We will dominate..."
The drone hissed, "But the elves are stubborn! Why would they...!"
The Envoy cut him off, "Whelp, do you... not see? The Elves... want slaves, no? The Swarm... can give them all... the slaves they... want, and then some! Drones are an endless... supply of manual... labor; we can satisfy... their slave trade lust!"
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 7, 2008 18:59:57 GMT -5
Ryuta frowns as he looks up to the sky where he can sense Draken presence lingering around.
"Something tells me their plan is about to turn around and stab them in the back...." he mutters.
The Mir-Kats became agitated. Though the swarm had stopped infesting the village, there is still a lingering sense in the air, one that would bring a bigger problem to their lands rather than relief. Lana looks over to the other two Mir-Kats, who nod and head off to warn their tribe of possible danger.
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Post by Zaku on Aug 7, 2008 19:15:31 GMT -5
The Dark Elf commander frowns. She rushes to the closest house and kicks down the door. She runs inside and heads up the steps trying to get as high up as possible.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 7, 2008 21:17:17 GMT -5
A large hand grabs the Dark Elf commander's arm and pulls her from the stairs and into a room. A second hand clasps over her mouth. A deep, gruff voice said, "Tlu venorik, waelin uss, xor nind orn nym'uer dos."
The mech let out a loud hissing noise. Steam shot out of the joints as the chest opened up. A young man with black, messy hair sat in the cockpit. He wore a brown cloak over a FSA uniform that had been stylized to look like a kimono.
The man looked to Ryuta and narrowed his eyes, "Hey! You! What the hell did you think you were doing?"
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 7, 2008 21:20:47 GMT -5
Ryuta crosses his arms and just stares at the man as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"Oh, I dunno," he says arrogantly, "Why don't you tell me and I'll fill in the lines."
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Post by Zaku on Aug 7, 2008 21:23:52 GMT -5
The commander whispers to whomever grabbed her.
"Ust tir vel'bol zhahus l'mon'tu d'kri'shain ussta norrs kyorl?"
She turns her head revealing the full helmet that covers her mouth already.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 7, 2008 22:09:25 GMT -5
The young man smirked, "Maybe I should bring your sorry ass in for questioning? I am sure Gale-chan will be interested in a rogue like yourself."
The woman could see a large Draken holding onto her. The Draken wore an eyepatch over his left eye. He had a long, glorious mane. Four horns protruded from his head. He wore a black breastplate with handprints painted onto it.
The Draken chuckled, "Usstan tlun naut kri'shain dosst norrs ulu ser dos dal sca'varn. Ka dos zhahen uss d'mina, Usstan zhahus planning ulu snap dosst plica saph natha twig."
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 7, 2008 22:20:28 GMT -5
Ryuta pulled some stag goo from his left shoulder and flings it to the cobblestone before him. "Not interested." he then disappears in a beam of light, reappearing behind the chimeny of an abandoned cottage near the source of the Vessh'Kul's sudden rondezvous, attempting to figure out what they were really after aside from their usual destruption of innocent lives.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 7, 2008 23:11:07 GMT -5
The pilot growled in annoyance as he sat back in his seat.
"What is wrong, Akechi-san?" asked a robotic voice.
A hologram of the mech appeared before the pilot. However, it was much more slender and had eyes.
"That annoying whelp," said the pilot, "How dare he speak to me like that!"
"Complaining about something, Odamaru?" exclaimed a voice.
A second mech was walking towards the first. This one was golden and had a spike trident protruding from its forehead. Two Drakens sat on the right shoulder of this mech. The mech's cockpit hiss and released steam as it popped open. A man with messy black hair was sitting in the cockpit.
"Ah... Varr-kun... Took you long enough," said Odamaru.
Cole growled and crossed his arms, "Can you quit it with all this 'kun', 'chan', 'san' bullshit? My name is Cole. COLE. Not Varr-kun as you keep on insisting."
Odamaru furrowed his eyebrows, "Unlike you, I grew up on Earth. Sorry if I let a little culture slip out every now and then."
"Suck a railroad spike, you prick," said Cole, "Or you can always suck down another gallon of liquor."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea, Varr-kun," said Odamaru, "Maybe I will."
Ryuta could see two Envoy speaking to one another. He could not understand what language they spoke in; it wasn't like any the other races of the universe use.
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 7, 2008 23:21:50 GMT -5
Ryuta frowns a bit in frustration. Being one of many races to not be fully observed by Cygaxia, Vessh'Kul language could very well their barrier against leaking information to other species who might try to drop in on their plans. But he can tell by the flow of their vile spirits that something else going on within the swarm that has little to do with just infesting the planet with rotting animal corpses. A hidden anger that could can only be tamed through the death of one responsible for fueling it. Who this "one" is, he has yet to figure out.
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