Sorry guys. I have been busy with IRL stuff and I have not been able to set this up. Once ready, you may begin.
Jericho was walking on the ship's deck, not even caring about his destination. He knew that, somewhere in the visitor's aisle, there would be his only friend and boss, which insisted to bring him along during his "vacations". However, he knew that his vacations were work-related. They say, an emperor never gets a chance to sleep, so they can forget their payed vacations. However, his friend wasn't emperor, and this wasn't a formal vacation- more like a mission far away from their own planet, a privilege reserved for the best members of the RKS, the Raskriminalent. Anyways. That wasn't the question. He was loosing his time on the ship's deck, looking through the ozone shield: if this were to break right now, he'd fling away and never be found again, floating endlessly in space. Somehow, he found that funny. The voice in his head remembered him the matter at end, why the RKS sent two agents (though the second one was the director itself) on such a mission. They were to call backup, should they find enemies- which would arrive after nearly a month of travel. So, they were on their own. On a new land. What's more, they knew they had to secure a whole planet, even maybe a whole solar system. the two of them. Somehow, his respect for the emperor flinched a little. But he recomposed himself- to find that he really did collapse out of fatigue. He didn't even knew if he could sleep- maybe the planet was a few minutes away, he didn't know. He sighed, and went into the visitor"s aisle: they could still be a few days away, and he needed to eat for his healing syringes to work. So, even if they would be a second away, he'd need food. And sleep, cause sleeping was awesome when you had the time to. It really helped his spirit and humor. Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
The ship suddenly jittered as it slowed after heading into hyperdrive. Centi was in her room meditating a copy of the Casca'lita opened up in front of her, In deep focus she tried chanted the entire codex from memory, a feat she had yet to accomplish. She was currently on page 235 (of 500) of the third volume (of 4) and she began to chant. "Seraph, fresa di fro trium cal, Fresa di fro Seren'i clas ac br'e ne Fresado ki... FRE'EN." (Seraph, Free us from lost triumph's, free us from Seren'i way's and bring no freedom to.. F***) Centi was mad that she was so close but so far but as she remembered the teachings she refocused and became calmer. Thinking she'll have time later on in the journey she picked up the codex and placed it on the other shelf, replacing the thick black and red leather book with a simpler datapad which contained all the volumes in one portable device plus a few other books and apps. She grabbed her bag and slid the pad into the front pocket heading to check on the progress. When she got to the command deck she introduced herself to the captain. "Casca'Yout'Ba'Prit (Youth war/battle Priest) Centi Var'Tis, I am just here to check on our progress. Any inhabited planet's ready to convert to our teachings." The Captain shook her head and told her that there were no signs in this sector or at the very least no truly sentient life. She then proceeded to tell Centi to report back to her cabin and that she would be informed of any important news or reports as soon as possible. After heading back down she returned to her meditating and memorising starting from page 1 of book 1. After 29 hours she finished failing to complete it all but getting to page 460 of book 4. She then proceed to inhale from a tube connected to a tank and rest on the bed, falling into a deep Everia'tor (A highly concentrated version of Everia an energy that controls and gives them powers. inhaling Everia'Tor is pretty much like smoking a bouquet of Marijuana but legal (At least for those under the Casca'Ti)) Slumber. When she woke up she filled a mini vial with the tank's liquid and proceeded to head up after reports of a moving blip on their radar.
A figure crawled outwards from the wreckage of her ship. Appearing almost exactly human, with the exception of her blue skin and two small horns barely a centimeter long on her head, she believe to be the only survivor of the crash. Standing at roughly six foot tall, she was a female member of her race, Oscans, who were known for their...appeal. The weather around her was seemingly below zero,having landed in a particularly cold area of the planet, having to wear a coat around her armor for the extra warmth for her to survive. Communications were down, and the engines of her small shuttle were frozen solid. If the communication link was not up within the next few days, or if she did not find shelter, she would die within a few days. She looked upwards at the sky, hopefully finding help for her soon. She believed that the Kalboth are on their way...
''Attention Passagers, nous arriverons d'ici quelques minutes a notre première destination, La planète Glacée. Attention passengers, we will arrive shortly to our first destination, The frozen Planet. Veuillez regagner votre cabine. Please go to your cabin.'' Jericho looked at the frozen orb getting bigger, as the ship slowly crawled out of hyper-space thingy. He regained his cabin- wich he shared with his friend, who looked at him as he entered. ''Amadeus.'' ''C.'' ''...'' ''We'll get there shortly. Maybe we should plan something- just in case we encounter something. I've got 210 regular bullets and 130 piercing ones. What about you?'' C cracked his neck. He was some kind of monster- the kind of wich wasn't supposed to exist, but kinda did. He called himself a skinwalker. His disproportionned members were skinny, skinnier than his wrongly shaped body. His hands ended with long claws, bony in appearance, but kinda soft to touch- almost gluey. He brang his claws to Jericho's face, and slowly caressed his cheek. ''Do i need a gun? How many times will i have to tell you?'' Jericho looked disgusted, almost paralyzed. The contact was much like the syrup on a pancake tracing marks on the soft meal. But he was everything but a pancake, and the syrup- claws on his face were much more colder than he expected. Cold as in uncomfortable, for they were actually pretty warm. Jericho swallowed. ''Okay. Stop touching me- how many times will i have to tell you-'' ''As many times i told you i don't need no technology to defend the both of us. Now, sit down. I'll go see the captain of the ship, i've seen a wrecked ship on the planet. I'll ask him to drop us there.'' ''C, how can you see things like that at such a distance? Don't answer. It wasn't a question. Good luck.'' C smiled. The kind of thing he could do with his mouth, showing his razor sharp teeth-appandages. ''C'ya.'', he added with a chuckle.
3 hours ago: News came in that the blip on the radar was picking up speed. The communications and navigation teams tried to get a hold of it but nothing worked. That's when the blip faded out of existence. Unsure of what to do the captain ordered for everyone to pinpoint the exact location of the blip. Judging by the speed she only had to guesses, A meteor or a ship shot straight out of hyperspace. Though the latter was a pretty impossible task to do. After an hour they pinpoint the planet which was yet to be named so currently went by X-52 Y-443 so they sent out probes to monitor the planets condition it ended up being a class 2 arctic planet so luckily they wouldn't automatically turn into icicles but given a few days with minimal heat and they were screwed so they needed to act fast. Now: After a somewhat lengthy briefing Centi headed to her automatic wardrobe opting for an ancient black and red Casca'lom Artic Clan gear with modern heat absorbant materials. She filled another vial up with the energy and headed down to the shuttle bay with a Casca Faith Blade in a sheath on the side. The doors closed and so began the journey to the planets surface that would take a 2 hours but they would be landing right on top of the crash site. To fill the two hours she was joined by a senior battle/war priest and another youth one who only just got out of the temple.
The blue-skinned women sat inside of the destroyed shuttle, providing her enough warmth to keep her alive. She has had little success in repairing the communications link, other than managing to get it online and not messaging seemingly anything. She wrapped herself around her coat while the minus zero temprature began to take it's toll. She was the only survivor of the crash, all of the other Oscans, all female, were not lucky enough to escape. She had to give her friends a proper burial, so she went outside and buried them into a half meter grave full of snow, as the snowstorm around her would soon harden like concrete and be further buried. She understood that the planet was a category 2 arctic planet, despite having some areas made up of snow deserts and snow covered forest's the size of a continents. Almost the entire planet was cold, but not cold enough that the ocean itself would freeze solid. The oscan was near the northern pole of the planet, explaining the temprature difference. Anywhere else on the planet was just above zero, the warmest area being 9 degrees Celsius on the equator. If help were to not come to her soon, her fate was sealed. But the first question she asked herself was that "Was there life on the planet, and if so, was it friendly?" As long as the Kalboth did not find her, she would be happy
The ship dropped a shell on the frozen planet. There was some column of smoke rising in the distance, probably from the wrecked ship C saw earlier. ''Speaking of C, where is that freak?'' No one was there to hear his words. Well, not anyone close enough. Jericho decided to leave the shell containing the two tents and a week's worth of survival gear, taking only his Rasskriminalent's backpack and the quarter of his ammo. He loaded his guns, checked his knife and sword, and started to walk towards the wrecked ship. C would find him anywhere anyways, he did tasted his blood and flesh once. Once. It was once of those days Jericho wouldn't want to get up (he couldn't anyways, both his legs being almost broken and a few of his ribs surely missing from the shock he had.), and C made some waffles for breakfast (in the middle of nowhere, 'must say), and there wasn't any maple syrup left (wich was a rare resource, the only source left was from the humans, and it was pretty expensive.) So C decided to chew a bit of his hand to put some blood on it- and accidentaly swallowed a bit of flesh. ''This mental anecdote was irrelevant. Shut up, brain.'' 'Nope. Stop talking to yourself, Jericho. It doesn't suit you well.' ''F*** you, Brain! I can do what i want! I'm the one with the gun here!'' 'And i'm the one who controls your hand and fingers. It isn't leading us anywhere. Shut up.' 'Hey guys, maybe we should-' ''Shup up, common sense! You can't tell us what to do! Go away in the corner of our mind and cry, for all that you're worth!'' Jericho realised how close he was to the wrecked ship, and cursed himself for being so unsubtle. He slowly walked to a hole in the ship. ''Hello? Anyone here? Don't worry, i might be talking to myself, but i ain't that dangerous! I only kill those who use magic!'', he added in a whisper, ''and anyone else,'' ''But you ain't such a freak as me, Right, Ammadeus?'' ''C! Shut up! I'm trying to make a good impression here!'' ((Note to Crim- you heard everything Jericho said. And if you can read minds, you'll have lots of fun!))
After an hour or so the streamlined shuttle landed just on top of what was thought to be the bridge of the blip. Though most of it was buried in snow or metaling the snow due to fire from the wreckage. The Senior battle/war priest let out a call to see if he would get a response. As they waited for a reply they began searching for a black box system. Which on their ship would normally be under the captains chair but they couldn't find one. "Perhaps, we should wait till there's a known survivor to tell us where in Seraph's name this box is."
The female heard some conversation from outside of the shuttle, taking whatever weapon she could find which happened to be a pistol from her former captain. She sat in the corner, looking at the door. "Hello?" she called out. "Anyone there? Friendly or Hostile?"
Twelve Envoyant super destroyers floated out in the middle of space, all pointing at a planet filled with life. It wasn't Earth, but it would have to do. Before the Destroyers were at the planet there were thousands of them, an armada. They were destroyed due to a surprise attack, and only twelve got away. Zetran Idahe, the lone survivor of Sapphire Squadron lay in his bed. "Private Idahe," The intercom exploded, "Report to the-" Before the intercom had finished the power to the ship was cut off, and low vibrations could be felt in the ship. Zetran quickly grabbed his pistol as he heard energy shots right outside his door. He waited by the side of it until it automatically opened on its own, a creature walking through it equipped with armor and what looked like a sword made out of bone. Zetran shot it in the back of the head, making sure it fell quietly.
Jericho heard the female voice. His hands went to his holsters in a flash, and he drawn out his guns. ''Depends, lady. Show yourself, and we'll see about that.'' C chuckled. ''Did you just said, ''we'll 'C' about that.''?'' Jericho growled. ''Shut up! I just forgot my catchphrase because of that! A'ight lady, i'm no fiend. Are you hurt?''
The women poked her head around the corner, almost child like in appearance before went outside, huddled inside of her coat. "I'm alright, all of the others that I was with however were killed in the crash. I had to bury them..." She looked at the two people around her, the feature that was "famous" for females of her race was that she was extremely attractive and her huge...tract's of land. "My name is Tilena Quenzel. I'm an Oscan, scientist and sole survivor of the wreckage behind me. Nice to meet you."
Another voice came from their left. "We're friendly, we observed your ship crashing into this planet at hyperspace speed. We were going to analyse the black box and send any survivors to our ships med bay but I guess we have competition. My name is Centi Var'Tis of the Casca'Ti. We don't wish for any harm, just extraction of survivors and the black box for analysis and healing." No weapons were visible as the winter cloak covered her faith blades sheath.
"Well....that's going to be a problem." Tilena responded. "I'm the only one left. I had to bury the others exactly where you are standing now....maybe it's to the left a bit. Or to the rig-never mind. I was tasked of finding other habitable planets for my race with my team. I dont know exactly what happened, but we got hit by something. Maybe...by the Kalboth." She then went into a panic as she moved her head violently left and right. "Oh goddess! Are they here? Are the Kalboth here? Oh goddess, if they arrive, it's over. Was my ship attacked by them?" she replied, starting to hyperventilate. "Oh no...oh no. If the Kalboth have discovered what the human's call the "Milky Way", it's all over. We are dead. We are all going to die. We ar..." She then suddenly stopped talking as she then curled into a ball and started crying.
"Get her some medical attention now. Our shuttles not far from here and it has an on-board heater." Centi and the other youth priest helped her up and proceeded to lay her down in the warmth of their nine person shuttle. "Okay just relax, Let the words of Seraph calm you down and let our words confort you back into reality. Seraph, Vi kaan di say, ti ki la moere."
Jericho observed everyone work around him. He first jumped at the sight of the other species, shooting a blank shot in the air, while C fell on his back and laughed. "Shut up, C! And everyone, I don't want to be a party pooper, but please, don't move. Else you want to loose a member, or maybe you head. Or die painfully. I'm Special Agent Jericho Ammadeus Faust, ninth division of the Raskiminalent. Tell us everything about the'Kalboth' thingy, and why are you all here. Except you,", pointing Tilena, "And please stop crying." Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
All gravity was lost in the frigate, it was going to crash. Zetran made sure he had his armor and weapons and what ever he needed, killing the newer creatures were difficult, especially when they have spears. Zetran ran through… or floated rapidly through the halls, trying not to run into any of the other creatures that might be on board. The frigate was now entering the atmosphere of the planet, and the speed it was crashing at accelerated. The generator room was destroyed, the engines didn't the power to hold the frigate up. Zetran got in a escape pod, and since the generator room was destroyed he might as well hold on to something, pray, and prepare for the worse.
"Shouting at her and getting angry at her wont lead to anything. Are all the people in your race insensitive jerks. Anyway I've already told you why we came here. We came to investigate a disappearing blip on our radar and to extract survivors. We know as little of the kalboth as you and the best way is to just let Tilena calm down and don't rush her." Her words were soft and diplomatic as if they had some sort of perk for it (which they do: words of the mother used)
“Alright.” Tilena replied, managing to calm down. “Well...the Kalboth are the genocidal freaks that caused the very near extinction of my race about seventy years ago. My race came from the next galaxy alongside yours, we were just finding another place to call home. The Kalboth believe that they are the dominant species in the universe, taking entire systems like it is nothing while exterminating anything that is not their own. They are amazingly advanced, using the technology from fallen enemies and improving it and that they breed like crazy, fifty can be born by a single mother, and that they have entire breeding planets for the sole purpose. Genocidal freaks led by their ‘God-Emperor’.” “If they attack here, I honestly don’t know if we can stop them. They have trillions in the Andromeda, looking for other galaxies to conqueror. I have met those....beasts first hand. It’s terrifying. If they are in this...Milky Way, if that is what those humans call it, they will move in with everything they have. Like it or not, there might be a war soon. ” (Going with a pinkie vibe for Tilena)
