Zetran awoke, his vision blurry and feeling weak. Luckily he had a pistol sand half of his armor, which wasn't all that bad except for part of his bare chest, twisted pieces of metal, and his bare arms, which were but up and partially burnt. He was directly in front of what was left of the frigate, a quarter of it still in one piece. He spotted what looked like a shuttle, "Well damn-" Zetran heard a small male voice, "He-" a piece of metal fell. He quickly ran over to the voice and lifted up the piece of heavy metal, discovering one of his own men. Zetran pulled the man out, he seemed to be in mid condition. "Sergeant?" Zetran recognized his old war buddy, Christopher. "Private?" The Sergeant stood up quickly, coughing up blood, "How the hell did you survive?" "Simple, waited in an escape pod." Christopher held his side, "I got a pretty bad burn, but how the hell you're in one piece I'll never know," He looked back at the ship, "You think that there are any survivors?" "No," Zetran replied, "But before we crashed these… things killed most of the crew, hopefully though none survived." Christopher spotted the same shuttle, "Lets get moving, I don't wanna freeze to death." "Agreed."
Jericho shot Centi a glare which could be translated as 'You can't tell me what to do, but I'd like to hear you sing about murder and raping kids, just to see yourself getting traumatized by such a song'. He pointed a gun in her direction, and another right at Tilena's abdomen. "That's all nice. But telling me to cool down isn't going to make me trust you all." He swirled his guns around, wich suddenly found their way to their holsters. "But, if you say that an horrible monster is coming and declaring a war here, I'll have to defend this planet and galaxy until my people evaluates it's potential and durability. So... Maybe we could make an arrangement? Kill these bastards, get to know each other, and then we'll see what happens next?"
Both war buddies traveled what seemed like miles, luckily their bodies produced some form of heat the humans couldn't, but either way they freeze the same. Christopher coughed up blood once more as he fell to one knee, "How long before we get there?" Zetran rushed to the Sergeants side and picked him up by the arm, "Don't know, by now from the looks of there'll be a storm coming. If we stay out here for long then we'll end up dying." "Lets keep moving," Christopher began, "You still owe me that drink."
Tilena looked about at the group of races around her and coughed to clear her throat. "The Galactic Council needs to be alerted about this, but as they are always so stubborn, they would require proof. I would say that my shuttle crashing onto the planet and killing four other researchers is more than enough to alert them that the Kalboth are coming. But...they never listen."
Jericho laughed at Tilena's last words. The catchphrase quickly made it's way in his brain. "The council can kiss my rum-" Until C put a hand (more like a clawed appandage) over Jericho's mouth. "Us two don't have any communication devices with us. And I should probably tell you that it's a bad idea- The council's arrival would only catch the Kalboth's attention. I propose that we work by ourselves and appraise a local, sentient race, build an army of them, and use them to kill the Kalboths. Then we'd kill the remaining soldiers and leave this ecosystem alone for a few years." "That's the worst plan ever! We need to ki-" "Ammadeus, we need to respect their choice if they want to contact the council. Your badge and reputation don't have any authority here." C ended his sentence by punching Jericho's stomach, which wimped and dodged. "Whatever you do is fine, but keep me away from them. The council didn't judged my parent's murderers guilty, and always thought of us Tseusche as violent, mad and drug abusing people. I hope they won't listen to your request." Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
Christopher was getting colder, he was losing blood from an open wound. Zetran was basically carrying the guy by the arm, he was exhausted. Finally, they made it to the shuttle, Zetran banged on the door more than once, hoping that there was someone inside, not hostile hopefully….
"I honestly agree with Tilena, we must alert the council. A single race cannot defeat the Kalboth all races must band together to fight them and if we get that black box we'll have more evidence to convince them." Centi drank from one of the vials and a purple energy erupted from her hands. Followed swiftly by the senior and other youth priest. She waved her hand about as the snow was brushed away by the energy finding a somewhat battered metal box which on closer inspection was the black box. Finally after a couple of charged shots at point blank the box was dislodged and they headed back to the others.
"Guess no ones home," Zetran said as he used his strength to open the door. It took four minutes but finally got it open. The shuttle was abandoned, it was old with cobwebs and dead Drachi nests, the alien infestation that had lived on the planet Zetran came from. He grabbed Christopher and sat him on the table, giving him a quilt he had found in a corner, "I'll see about activating the generator-" Christopher put a hand on Zetrans shoulder, "Thanks man, if it weren't for you I probably would be dead by now, looks like I owe ya' that drink now." Zetran smirked as he walked off to go find some form of generator. He finally found one, and it was in pristine condition too! He turned it after fixing the loose wires and surprisingly it came on. The heaters blew cold air, but the heat would turn on soon.
"Do as you please, and as long as you are to protect this place, we'll work together. C, go home and try to get us a few other members of the RAS, and try to get us a squad of the army. If you aren't back by three weeks, I'll consider you dead and put an end to our mission here, and hold a position until new orders. Go now." "Alright Ammadeus, see you soon. And good day to you all, and don't Listen too much to Spezialguent Faust. He might be harsh, and a total *******, but he's a good guy deep within." Jericho laughed. "Don't waste your time praising me. T-Grandhall!" A beam of light embraced the weird corpse of C, slowly hiding him from view. Finally, the spectrum flashed away, taking C with him to god-knows-where (Actually, to the Raskriminalent's headquarter's hall.) Jericho waved at the light, and turned back to the others. "Go on, contact the council. I'll make a security perimeter around and try to find any other sentient life forms- and see how you damaged the ecosystem by crashing here, Tilena." Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
"Well....sorry. Technically it wasn't me, it was my captains. But...yeah." Tilena replied before looking at the ship nearby and walked towards. "I'll give a speech to the council about the actions taken here, and make sure that they actually listen. Because goddess knows what would happen if the Kalboth moved in right now."
"If you want them to listen, tell'em Ammadeus Faust is here. If at least one of the council members hasn't changed in the last nine years, you'll have their attention. I'll be going- Centi, maybe you want to make us a little livable space, or something looking sturdy enough for us to sleep tonight? I'll put a few traps around, maybe we'll have real food tonight!" With that, Jericho ran away, drawing a long bayonette, and a long barreled old magnum. ((for the next few replies, in that order: go Jericho's landing site get supplies, then make a safe perimeter, finally install a few traps. Gotta go for the week end, so if you need me to reply, it'll be among the lines of "grumble, grumble, I'm egocentric, I'm the hero." Have a nice week end! )) Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
Both soldiers had rebuilt their suits into compact winterized suits. They traveled the snowy wasteland, killing Rachi and gathering the bodies for meals. "Do Zetran," Christopher starts, "Do you think there could have been some form of war here?" Zetran looks around, he spots what looked like a city, but most of the view were blocked off by mountains and old rubble. "Maybe," Zetran starts, "There might have been one, I spotted a city, wanna check it out?" Christopher grins under his helmet, "Yeah, I think we could scavenge for some extra parts, besides, who knows if there'll be civvies there."
(Probably, I'm stuck on a frozen planet, so I really have no clue what to do, I'll find a way off of it… eventually, and HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!!!)
((BLADE! i'm tryin' to find you, btw. I really thought you'd be on the same planet as ours- way up north. If we have a time skip, let's try to reduce the distance between us all, AT LEAST. And might you all get fooled.))
(Alright then. We'll time-skip about an half a day or so. That should be enough time for you two to find another.)
((okay~)) Jericho finally came to a stop. After hours of wandering (he did found out how to get lost), he finally came to see shade(s) In the distance. He threw his voice away, yelling at what he thought were people, but could've been illusions- he was really thirsty and dehydrated. "hello? Someone out there?" Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
Zetran heard a slight sound in the quiet waste, "You here that?" "Here what?" Christopher asked confusingly, "You must seriously be going crazy." "No, listen," They both stopped as they both heard a yell, "See, I was right." Zetran scanned the area in front of him using his helmets HUD system, apparently there was a sign of life. "Looks like we got a civvi," The Sergeant said, "Human sized too, ready to go see a relative?" Zetran took off in a sprint, "RACE YOU THERE!!!" "You cheating bastard!" Christopher yelled as he took off towards the life form as well.
Jericho yelled at every 100 meters, his instincts telling him to go forward. "And I swear to the allfather, must there be nothing out there, I'll find a way to kill my brain while staying sane." You know you can't do that, silly character. "Yes, and might I politely ask you to shut up, writer. There's already enough voices in my head." Jericho's magnetic mental-compass pointed towards a shadow rapidly approaching. Well, more like two shadows approaching. He draw out his guns and pointed. "No need to point out the obvious, I was already getting guns. Stupid schizophrenia!" Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
