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Post by Grotsnik » Thu Jun 03, 2004 2:05 am

The inky blackness of night stained the sky. Golgoth and his group crept along the hillside, keeping to the dark, making sure they couldn't be seen. Golgoth's tribe was close to moving through the pass beneath them, and scouts had reported what had looked like artillery waiting at the end. These Iron men were smart, and normally the Akerite would meet this challenge head on. However, there were women and children in the caravan, and such casualties could not be accepted. Golgoth had decided to send a harasser team to deal with this threat. He personally led this team as he felt he had to take this as his responsibility.

The group consisted of around 30 men and women, easily a match for any guard they could post. Every man was trained in stealth and the art of the soon to come melee. Every man was ready to die for their family riding beneath him. They could not fail. He saw Rawne stalk forward, cam-cloak shifting around his shoulders, prayer of the Jackal God on his lips, whispering for stealth. The men around him were doing the same, and Golgoth joined too. Soon it became something of a chant. Clarkin, the point man held his arm up to motion for silence. The group dropped to their stomachs and slithered up to the ledge he had stopped at.

Beneath them was an encampment of around 40 men. Ten mobile artillery platforms lay in neat rows towards the rear of the camp. This would be easy. There was no rear guard. Slowly, his men lowered themselves down the ledge, there cam-cloaks shifting to make them look like dust floating down the face, if anyone saw them at all.
When everyone had safely reached the bottom, Golgoth gave the signal to draw weapons. Within seconds, everyone was fully armed, and many held explosives. With a quick prayer to the Wolf God for luck and skill in battle, Golgoth led the team slowly through the forest, fanning out to cover a wide expanse. They were close, Golgoth could smell them. The smell of food, bodies, and grease clung heavily to the air. This would be simple; they could place the explosives and leave without the enemy even knowing what hit them. Golgoth was suddenly pulled from this reverie when he heard an explosion not far down the line. Clarkin had been ripped to shreds by an anti-personal mine. Damnit! He thought. Nothing could ever be easy... Shouts were sounding from across the camp, in search of the noise. Golgoth quickly loosed a grenade and heaved it towards the ground ahead of him. Satisfied when he heard the sounds of his grenade go off followed by mines in the area; Golgoth gave a war cry and charged headlong into the forming Iron men lines. All of his warriors followed suit.

With several great strides, Golgoth was among them, his shotgun flaring and axe leaping. An Alkerite fell beside him, but Golgoth did not look to see who it was, so caught up in the bloodlust was he. Many had said he would of made an excellent Slayer, but his engineering skills had kept him from taking the up the life of doom seeking. He still had the ferocity required however, and he tore a whole in the line, so his men could follow and fill in the gap. His axe leaped from person to person, severing a limb here, taking a head there. An Iron man rushed him, his rifle held in a crude rendition of a club, screaming his lungs out. They were fearless, he would give them that, but they were no where near the warriors the Alkerite were. The man swung down, trying to crush Golgoth?s head, but Golgoth raised his shotgun and blocked it with the side. Golgoth swing his axe low, severing his leg from the knee cap. The man dropped screaming, and Golgoth brought his gun down to end the wretch?s life. Golgoth felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and spun to face this new attacker. It was a man dressed in a heavy trench coat wielding two knifes deftly in his hands. With a bestial roar, Golgoth launched himself at this new foe. The man lunged at Golgoth, then quickly feinted and drew him in close. Lightning quick, the man slashed at the Golgoth?s hands. One of the attacks landed on his shotgun hand. Golgoth dropped the shotgun and slammed his shoulder into the skinny mans chest. The air knocked form his lungs, he gasped for breath and tossed a knife in Golgoth?s direction. He managed to dodge the projectile and tossed a punch towards the man. The man grabbed his wrist and rolled along the length of his arm and landing an elbow right into Golgoth?s face. Golgoth staggered backwards, blood flowing from his nose. He wiped it away in time to block a knife swipe with the haft of his axe, and throwing a punch into his opponents gut. The man managed to dance away, lightening the impact, and bull rushed Golgoth, knocking the axe from his grip. Golgoth used this rush as an opportunity however and wrapped his massive arms around the skinny man in a bear hug. Cording his powerful neck muscles, he snapped his face into his opponents, again and again. When the man stopped struggling, Golgoth let him drop to the ground. He looked around and saw that the battle was won. Iron men were fleeing with the Alkerite in hot pursuit. A massive explosion went up as the artillery went up in fiery conflagration. The Iron men had destroyed their own artillery to prevent it from falling into enemy hands. Calling for his warriors, Golgoth moved to the edge of the cliff, where he could see far below. His tribe had entered the pass with the speed of the Jackal and was close to making it out. The threat was dealt with. Golgoth called his men, which was around half the original number, and started the hike back to the bikes.
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Post by Nova » Thu Jun 03, 2004 4:30 am

"Sir, the Alkerite force went for the bait. A good deal of their warriors just left headed for the decoy artillery we set on the rise, but scouts say a hundred or more still remain with the caravan." The Private handed the full report to Artemis. They stood to the north on a rise overlooking the passing Alkerite caravan.

"Did they map out exactly where?" Artemis inquired forcefully. "I mean this ambush to come out as the rest have." He answered his own question however by flipping to a hastily drawn map of the area. The sliff on which the artillery waited was to the south of the caravan below, where the small Alkerite band had headed. A much smaller contingent of men was marked out to the western side of the caravan as it moved, near a possible munitions wagon. It obviously held useful equipment indeed. The rest of the enemy was positioned in various 5-man mobile outposts around the camp. The pass was wide, and from the hastily scrawled notes below the map, the outposts were a good distance from the main force, and klaxons were needed for warnings.

"Nevermind, Private. Good work, please inform the Death Guard Captain that I will speak with him now." The private rushed down the hill, and moments later a tall man walked up to meet Artemis, in the full black ops uniform of the Death Guard Spec Ops Division, complete with one of several salvaged personal stealth generators, found in the engineering district of a city some 7 months razed. He had a slender blade strapped to his side, and a pistol, silenced of course, holstered to his side.

"General. The men are eager to move out. They have gone a week now without any real outlet besides daily training, and I don't know if they can stand this proximity to the enemy much longer without combat." He paused a moment, "Sir, we have also found that the men remaining with the caravan are poorly armed, as it seems the Alkerite issued most of their quality weaponry to the sorry bunch headed south."

Artemis looked at the map in his hand again, before setting it down of the table. He walked down off the rise, to a clump of boulders where the men waited, checking and re-checking their weapons. They stopped and stood at attention when Artemis arrived, fist to heart salute.

"At ease. I am here to further inform you of what I want done. We must work hastily, for once we begin, the roaming force will have a chance to retaliate."

Approximately 15 minutes later

Artemis stood amongst the burning remains of the Alkerite caravan. From where he was, he could smell nothing but the charred smell of torched metal and wood. He could see nothing beyond the little inferno that raged where once his enemy had stood. The battle had gone quick enough once it started. The Death Guard had moved in on from every angle, using the few stealth generators they had available to silence the Alkerite warrior in charge of the warning klaxon at each outpost. From there things had went incredibly smooth as the unit recently under special training by the Death Guard had come over the hill and crushed the remaining resistance. No one was left alive, save the women, children, and a handful of warriors, all in chains. The women and children would be sent to Kane, where he would likely find a use for them. The men on the other hand were for Artemis's own purpose.

"Sir!" A Death Guard marine ran up to Artemis, with a sense of urgency about him. "The scouts just made it back from the artillery encampment. They say that the Alkerite strike force is on it's way back, having seen the battle, and will be here in any moment."

Artemis grinned, and started walking in that direction, ready for battle with the enemy. He favored the rush of combat over leading personally, but one was necessary while the other was not.

He was just in time, as well, as the enraged Alkerite, finding their caravan in ruin, rushed down from the hill, falling into his warrior's ranks, though vastly outnumbered, in an attempt to gain whatever vengeance they could. Artemis rushed into the combat, and was met instantly by a savage looking man wielding an axe just as he cleaved one of his troops' arm off. The man was truly in a fervor, and from his stature and stance, and the way his men grouped around him, Artemis could only assume this was the leader. The man leapt at Artemis but his axe was met in a skillful parry by the General's Phase Blade. The blow had so much force behind it however, that it drove Artemis back, leaving him apparently open to another swing. Artemis, calculating the strength of his opponent against his own decided another approach. The axe came in this time from above at a diagonal slash, even more force behind it this time. It seemed by all accounts ready to cleave off the arm that Artemis put up, but the moment it hit the shock gauntlet, the blade, unable to take the force of its own momentum rebounded on itself, shattered, grazing Artemis's cheek and taking his enemy above the brow. The man, stunned by his axe having just shattered upon connecting with the Iron Order General's arm, was ill-prepared to find the same gauntlet smashed against the side of his head, hitting him with an electrical charge that knocked him unconcious.

Artemis whiped the blood from his cheek, and sheathed his sword, seeing the battle around him completed, and the still living Alkerite writhing in chains on the ground.

"Chain this one, and have him brought to my tent later.... drugged of course." Artemis looked at the officer taking the order. "I have some questions for him."
With this, Artemis headed off to the tents, ready to gather the men and move out.
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Post by WildCard » Thu Jun 03, 2004 5:10 am

Somewhere out in the Great Ocean:
Moments After The Bloody Rose Went Down


Kane had stormed the wreckage of the bloody rose leading a well armed team of naval troops from the sierra blue. It was order troops against order troops in a bloody swath of carnage. loyalties had been divided today and kane's own thoughts led him to deal out swift fates for those that betrayed him and the order.

as the remaining forces aboard the bloody rose were all rounded up and taken aboard the sierra blue as kane took two of his own special agents to storm the bridge of the bloody rose. the air ship was slowly sinking as it took on more and more water across most of it's decks. what kane found was a determined man standing at the helm awaiting for him to burst through the barricaded hatchway.

kane sized colonel felix up, noting his injuries from the crash across his face and arms. "....you.....why?....how could you betray me? after all the order has done for you...you would dare to think to be my assassin?"

Felix stood defiantly with his fighting staff already extended, "...you think to conquer what one must not....your lust for power has overcome the very ideals of what you once sought to change for the better...i can no longer idley stand by and watch you ruin the very order your own father changed to protect that which their predecessors meant to destroy. you've become the very thing we were trained to despise..."

Kane glared at the colonel and waved his special agents back before they could move in to strike him down, "get yourselves back aboard the sierra blue...i'll deal with him myself..."

The two agents exchanged glances and one moved to look at kane from the side, "but sir....she's taking on too much water...if we all dont' leave now....whoever's left aboard may never make it off...", kane raised a hand up to silence his agent and with that they both left the bridge. kane stalked a half circle around felix as he extended his own fighting staff. "we'll settle this in the old way....the one who survives, will lead the order to it's greatest hour...."

with those words felix moved in with a lunge and an upward strike at kane's midsection and face, the lunge kane managed to block but the butt of the staff struck him in the jaw and he took a few steps back going with the strike as he himself twirled his own around to block another strike and slammed it down towards felix's head locking both the staff's together as the men struggled around on the bridge that was slowly beginning to flood with water. the battle raged between the two men in a violent clashing of the staffs and exchanged kicks and punches as the water slowly rose up higher.

kane moved in swiftly as he saw felix stumble from a blow to his rib cage and sent a swift strike from his staff across his jaw and he heard an audible snap as felix stumbled back against the helm wheel, his staff splashing into the water and sinking. kane sloshed through the water and gripped his throat lifting him up slightly as blood poured from a wound at his right temple and his jaw almost similar blows he gave to felix.

"....i should let you live...just to leave the taste of defeat bittersweet in your mouth that you failed to kill me...i haven't anymore time for wastes though...", kane dropped felix and watched him sink to his knees, water rising up to his waist as kane drew out one of his .45 pistols and put two in felix's skull watching as his lifeless body slouched over completely into the rising water and turned a dark reddish color as it mixed with blood. as kane turned around and retracted his fighting staff he was greeted by a sharp image before him of a shrouded figure engulfed in what appeared to be a darkened shadow. he blinked momentarily and the image faded just as quick as it appeared. as the shiver went up his spine he knew something was quite wrong well before he saw the hatch door had been sealed shut by the flowing water......

Back aboard the Sierra Blue

the captain and most of the boarding party that had returned from the bloody rose watched for almost 10 minutes as the air ship slowly sank beneath the ocean. when the two agents had returned without kane and recieved that he was still aboard, they all stared blankly for the remainder of the time which the air ship's bridge was still above water. when it finally was engulfed by the murky blue waters, the crew took off their caps, even those that were taken prisoner from the rose; and slowly bowed their heads at the loss of both men that had stayed to fight for whatever beliefs that spurned either on their quests.....
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Post by BoboTheIceMan » Thu Jun 03, 2004 9:40 am

Mentally shakes his head and thinks, 'kids today.. you throw their figgures of speech back at them, and they think you're stupid.' "Well then, we'd best not fubar this mission."

Takes the photograph, and as Grifter talks he memorizes, the photo of the parchment, as well as the vehicle placement.

Looks up at Grifter. "What, is the Security force in the museum like?" Slides the photo into his pocket, for varification later.
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Post by Melana » Fri Jun 04, 2004 2:15 pm

Vankin House, The Vankin Compound,Valis
Dayna sighed softly to herself absently as she swirled the brandy in her glass, admiring the colour. Tentatively taking a sip she leafed through the papers with her other hand.

At both the doors to the family study and the windows stood guards, In most situations they blended in with her daily life of corporate business, their suits of black and white blending in with the mundane world she lived at the Corporation. As a child who had grown up in this world they where just as parts of the furniture to her or playmates always on call.

Klein and Thyrst stood a few feet away, keeping their vigil on her existance, they had been her shadow for years now, both where quite old and where like fathers to her during the absence of her own throughout her life. Whilst her father had made her the young woman she was now, molded her purpose in life, his physical pressence had been most often absent. Rarely having time for his daughter during that stage in her life where his attention had been so dearly craved.

A mistake he had not taken with his second child Jack, she mused quietly. But then Jack had needed more love, the purpose his father had for her hadn’t needed love.

Indeed it was because of her fathers grand design for his children that bodyguards had not been necessary for she for quite a few years now. The two with her now had made sure of it, they where just a few in a long line of tutors who had made quite sure she was able to prevent, disable if not kill most of the usual unsavories who would want a heiress killed. Though it was not the amassed fortune that the Vankins owned that put her in danger, but the other part of her heritage. The Vankins long history of guardianship of an odd relic that had been passed down through generations, it’s powers had contributed to their vast fortune but only recently had the true worth of the relic had been revealed. The pretty blue saphire pendant her grandmother had so many times worn… held more than monitary value. It was for the true purpose of the jewel that her father had dedicated to her. The gem no longer sat idly on anybodies throat.

The man infront of her however was not to be mistaken as a part of the furniture or a comrade, no matter how non descript and devoid of personality he appeared. When Jerome visited her in the quiet refines of her home it meant that she would not be happy. She fingered itched to take one of the numerous concealed blades held on her person and show him that she was not some incompetant figure head to be bullied. Her father had made her to be much more than that. Prehaps not the extensive working knowledge her younger brother had of the corporation but not a fool.

Swallowing the brandy she put the files on her lap and spoke softly.
“So it appears that the venture has not returned the expected profits? That’s quite unfortunate Jerome, but I can’t allow you to rework the corporate budget and cut the funding to these projects to boost sales.” She tossed the papers on the table with an ambivalent gaze. She saw his mouth open to argue… why did he always have to argue?

Cutting him off before he could speak she said quite firmly “Those projects are more important than the loss of profit over the last quarter. Increasing of the marketing budget share will not ammend the fall in sales, which I believe was predicted due to our newer lines and models coming out. The proposed budget stays as is. Now I have another meeting to attend to. I will expect the finalised budget without these ammendments to be on my desk when I arrive at work tomorrow morning. Next time you have such queries you should bring them up in a board meeting that's what they are for.” Her dismisal was blunt, but she was at the end of her tether with him and the others on the board who sort to ‘protect’ her from having to play in the ‘mens world’.

She drained the rest of her brandy as Klein escorted Jerome out, the guards solemly quiet as the door closed. Walking to the desk she retrieved a fresh glass, as the soft chink of ice falling into glass was heard a new figure was entering the room. Filling the glass with scotch from the crystal decanter and her own with more brandy she waited for him to become seated. By the time she had turned around her new guest had seated himself, his hand held to accept the glass from her.

“Do you really think being rude to Jerome will boilster his liking of you?” said the newcomer quietly as she sat back down.

“In the grand scheme of things he’s not important and he’ll be managed, I only tolerate him because he and father were friends.” Said Dayna taking her seat again.

“Oh I’m sure Thyrst would arrange for him to undergo an accident…..” said the newcomer with a twinkle of mirth in his brown eyes.

“Oh I think that Thyrst can do his thinking for himself, Coran.” Thryst replied, but not without humour.

“I’m sure you came to see me for something more important than the old windbags in my company Coran.” Interceded Dayna, giving both of the men a tempered look. Though she appreciated the advice and different point of view Klein and Thryst brought to things they all heard.

“Ahh yes, I thought you might find this new intel we just received of importance to those projects you where so desperate to protect from Jerome’s Budget swindling hands.
He handed her a slim folder, quietly she sat down reading through the contents.

“So this thing has been seen heading towards one of the strongholds how long ago?” she asked looking at Coran. The photo she held in her hand was of a large creature wielding a large hammer.

“Long enough for us to properly fortify the area and begin evacuation of the research personel and all non necessary personal. The aim has been for capture.”

“What possibly could it be looking for… it can’t be… “ Dayna frowned slightly.
“The sources available to us are in conflict but the description given by the tales and legends do suggest that we maybe dealing with a creature of legend.”

“Or… someone has found us out and sent the heavies after us.” Said Dayna softly.
"It appears then, that we have been found out?" asked Thyrst.

“But by how many? How?” asked Klein.

“I did inform you that surveillance of the Iron fist was no easy task. Infiltration
was always going to be a wild hope.” Said Coran seriously as she scanned the reports over again.

“So which do you want me to wish has occurred? Sloppiness of my operatives or desertion?” she said acidly in some disgust.

“I did tell you that infiltration within that Order was quite difficult and that conversion was a high possibility. Regardless of their initial loyalty.” Said Coran in reply.

“This….” She held up a list of names and a few photos of various faces “does not appear to be conversion. So has this incident in Delmar City been dealt with?”

“Naturally”

“Who? I’d like to know who is handling this operation. This is a rare opportunity we have to hobble anyone’s chances in acquisition of any of these relics, I don’t want someone incompetent on this.”

“Glynn is on it, Oron is her auxiliary backup. They are in Delmar as we speak. Glynn has been doing recon. She’s arranged a meeting with the curator, I believe they had her viewing the scroll this afternoon. Of course she isn’t allowed to remove the scroll from the museum…but I’m sure she’ll find a way to acquire it, if dropping your name a few times did not.” Said Coran with some mischievous glee.

She dismissed the brief wish that she could still be immersed in archaeology and ancient history instead of profits and dissected what he had told her.

“Glynn…hmm good.” She murmured quietly, then paused again before speaking.

“But Coran,”

“Yes miss?”
She glared at him annoyed, for hadn’t she always just been plain old Dayna to him? Why Coran’s view of her had changed after she had left the refines of the acquisition to president of Vankin puzzled her.

“Argh! Don’t do that Coran! I get enough Miss Vankin enough as it IS.” She made a frustrated gesture at him before settling down.

“I’m being serious here. It would be wise to spread the suspicion for these recent disappearances and deaths. I think it would be ideal if you began some outsourcing and contracting. Someone who we aren’t known to be affiliated with…like The Red Dragon.”

“A good suggestion, I’ll see what can be done.” Said Coran taking a long sip of his scotch.

“Excellent scotch as always though my dear. How is Jack anyway?” said Coran placing his now empty glass on the table.

“Jack…oh you know, young, happy… adjusted to the fact father is dead.” She said somberly.

“You also adjusted to death rather quickly yourself Dayna.”

“The death of family is something completely different Coran.”

“Wouldn’t you of rivalled in being able to grow up like a normal child Dayna? Well as normal as a Vankin can be raised anyway.” Replied Coran in retort.

“Coran….” The deadly quiet warning was spoken by Klein, his gaze was directed at
Coran, its meaning was not mistakable.
Dayna had paled, she was looking at none of them, her gaze at her hands. A silver ring with the insignia of the Vankin Family crest was nestled firmly on her finger.

“I wasn’t meant to be heir…Not of this part of the family business Coran. How can I possible concentrate on the important things when I have Budgets being thrown at me! I have a duty I can’t fulfill stuck in a pinstripe suit. He didn’t prepare me for that…” her look in her eyes was hard and distant. Closing her eyes briefly, she moved to stand up.

“Anyway, it’s too late to ask me that question, it’s not a question I ever had a choice in.” her voice was oddly cold. She nodded at Coran, shook his hand in farewell and watched him leave.
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Post by WildCard » Fri Jun 04, 2004 4:56 pm

Somewhere on the outskirts of Delmar City

Grifter finished with setting up the final bomb and hoisting up and setting it in an old rail cart on the tracks leading down the tunnel towards the city glanced over at clayton, "nothing too much really, it is afterall a museum....not a military base...", with a light chuckle grifter started pushing the cart with three hefty sized bombs.

"....most recent intel placed 3 guards on patrol within the museum, 2 in an office watching the camera monitors and a guard stationed outside the front doors....other than that i doubt the only person going to be there other than my target, would be the curator.", grifter continued pushing the cart down the tracks and slowed up letting clayton get the rest of the gear and catch up to him. as he did that, he pulled out a gold pocket watch with the symbol of the order's fist holding a hammer etched into the gold inlay and checked the time. "we've got about an hour and thirty minutes....shouldn't take but twenty or so to get to the insertion point..."

grifter glanced back at clayton and in his own methodical efforts to finish setting up the last few bombs he had forgot his trench coat and katana and quickly rushed back to lift the katana wrapped in his coat and both men headed down the tunnel towards their destination.....
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Post by Nova » Sat Jun 05, 2004 12:35 am

Artemis paced around the rock slab. The lights attached to the cave wall flickered constantly, giving the room a dim aura. Down here in the underground outpost of the Order, no one could hear your scream. For 3 hours he had personally questioned the Alkerite tribe leader, the information at hand being too sensitive for any ears but his own, learning several things. Those things he had found, however, were less than useful, the man knowing nothing in relation to the wherabouts of any of the Aurian Gems. Aside from his name, the construction of his tribe, and their mission, Artemis had learned little he didn't already know.

"Does your leader hold any object that she keeps extra safe? This would be something of apparently extraordinary importance." Artemis prodded. Applying a light pulse against both the Alkerite's pain receptors and pleasure receptors, hightening his awareness, but leaving him painfully open to questions and manipulation, Artemis leaned over him.

"I.. I don't know anything! I'm telling you tha... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He thrashed against the plasteel clamps as the pulse magnified intensely on his pain receptors.

This went on for several minutes before the warrior leader was put back on the equal pressures of both pain and pleasure. He was sweating profusely, eyes dodging left and right, trying to avoid Artemis's piercing gaze. He wasn't broken yet, not this one, but after 3 hours of harsh torture, he was quickly losing his grip on reality.

"Are you sure you know nothing about a gem, something that might give your leader power over the elements? Earth? Water? Wind...?" Seeing the prisoners eyes light up under the suggestion of power over wind, Artemis pressed further.

"So your leader has some control over the wind, you say?" Artemis turned up the pleasure slightly. "Explain to me."

Not understanding the implications of his telling, or that he was letting anything sensitive at all slip, Golgoth told the Iron Fist General the things his Khan had performed. After several minutes of hearing this, Artemis was convinced that the Alkerite leader must have the Aurian Gem of Wind.

"Earlier you mentioned the Spire, where your people travel to pay homage to your Khan, and the Gods you worship..." Artemis kept the pleasure slightly higher, but increased both pulses to lighten the man's tongue greatly. "Where might I find this Spire. Tell me this and I will release your kin."

He was lying of course, but in Golgoth's ultra-relaxed state, he couldn't tell, and couldn't lie himself. He gulped quickly, realizing that his tribe would be released, and he spilled out the location of The Spire to Artemis.

Artemis shut off the machine, and bid the guards outside the door to take the prisoner to his cell - a 15 by 15 cave 10 feet high, with no comforts to speak of, and a boulder for a door that took 4 men to roll away - The precautions were simply part of Artemis's cautious side, and were truly unneeded. They were 2 days into the tunnel system, and the army was on both sides, warned to be ready if any of the captive warriors escaped, which hadn't happened.... yet.

Artemis walked to the quarters of the newly added Messenger division (recently as in since they had aquired a few hundred motorcycles). Upon arriving, he sat down at the transportable table and wrote up the same message 4 times. Sealing each in a fire rune tube, Artemis set each to the code only Kane would know, and handed each to a different carrier.

"Take these to Kane. Make sure you don't open them, or you'll likely be severely injured, and the message will be gone. Go different paths, and go in haste."

Artemis watched from the table as they rushed off. This band of mercenaries was fast becoming an army to be proud of.
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Post by Nosferatu » Sat Jun 05, 2004 1:19 am

Thanatos walked for several hours, with no planned location to arrive at. even less had he planned a timescale. he was not overly concerned with anything in this world other then regaining the gems that rightfully belonged to his people, and then leaving to return to his people. he still remembered the battle so many centuries ago when the gems were lost to his people because their 'allies' decided to launch them away into space. Thanatos had almost recovered a stone, but his opponent impaled him with his blade, and then leapt from the pod, closing it, and launching it towards this planet, which even now was quite unfamiliar to Thanatos. the follish humans insisted on changing, destroying their own kind, or simply up and leaving. no honor, no glory. if n invasion force of any of the larger species in the galaxy, such as the Charon, Thanatos' own species, were to arrive on the planet, it would be decimated. with the discovery of space travle, and with it life on other planets, most species managed to set aside all petty on world problems and rally to some more important cause. those that didn't usually fell prey to some more powerful species.

with the remeniscence, Thanatos subconciously rubbed the wound in his gut that was where he had been stabbed that day. he still had not found any sign of the Dark Gem, or any of the gems for that matter, but somehow felt like he knew where at least one of them might possibly be, though he had no idea. he saw a building in the distance, and, unfamiliar with the teritory, hastened toward it. he was curious, after all, to discover what may be there.

a short while later, he arrived. his dull grey burlap cloak hid his entire body, so that no onlooker would feel quite the terror they would if he did not wear it. he came upon the gate and looked inside. it appeared to be a Military camp.

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Post by kaos » Sat Jun 05, 2004 3:05 am

OOC: ok I really havent even had a fair chance to setup anything, or post much of any info about how things on the alkerite side work at all. but ok lets run with it.

gimme a minute to figure out how to roll with it.
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Post by WildCard » Sun Jun 06, 2004 8:02 am

ForDeck of the Sierra Blue

.....Captain Trask stared at the order traitors shackled on the deck not but moments after they had regrouped them all after the rose sunk completely. "you're all branded traitors and are hereby condemned to death....you've brought about the fall of our own leader....for that egregious crime i'll see to it personally each of you lives longer than you'd want."

as captain trask headed passed each of the traitors he stared into their eyes conveying his utter disgust at their lack of honor towards the order's code of conduct. just as he was about to smash the butt of his saber into one of the traitor's head a rumble sounded off in the distance where the rose had gone down. the crew on deck slowly turned their gaze in it's direction and saw the water was beginning to boil almost as if a furnace had been turned on.

trask blankly stared out towards the open sea and the puzzled expression on his face turned to utter shock as flames rose up from the water's depths and into the sky overhead in the shape of a giant bird-like creature of flames surrounding what appeared to be a figure. slowly it descended onto the deck of the sierra blue and the crew aswell as the traitors backed up out of fear. the flames died down until only the figure remained and arose with ashes falling like debris from its body and as they all took the face of the person before them, gasps could be heard as some of them murmured out a name.

the figure slowly dusted off its shoulders and rose to its full height, the red and black uniform almost pristine in appearance without a drop of water anywhere to be seen upon it. kane stood before them without a mark anywhere on his body and in a swift raise of his right arm the group of traitors became engulfed in flames that increased until they were nothing more than ash heaps upon the deck, their screams still echoing across the vastness of the sea.

a voice from one of the order troops could be heard moments after, "KANE LIVES IN DEATH!!!" and suddenly the words were echoed by one after another until a chant was built up as each order soldier made the fist to heart salute each time.

Kane himself stood before them all a gleam in his eyes as their words echoed through his ears filling him with a power he rarely knew. the red aurian gem of fire filled him with that power and each time it seemed to drain something from his very core and if he did not place the gem within the confines of it's case soon he'd slowly be driven further over the edge. as he did so, the chant slowly died down as captain trask approached him, "sir....we....we thought you were gone sir....it's a miracle...."

kane glanced at trask, his eyes having a slight glaze to them from the power of the gem, "no mr. trask....it isn't a miracle....only destiny...i shall die when it is my time....much like those traitors..." the crew slowly moved about as they all were still in awe at what had just transpired. hours later, they had cleared off the deck and set course for their destination as kane went into solitude inside his quarters for the remainder of the trip.
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Post by Squirrel » Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:30 am

Location: A hermits house in the outback

McCullson made her way back home. She tapped on the door and listented for any life. "Aunt Mary", cried McCullson. No reply. McCullson realised that the door had been left unlocked and went into the house. A message was left on the table it read:

Cassandra,

I knew you would manage to escape the trenches and I'm not disowning you for that. I have learnt of a greater war than the one you have just been in. That was a figure of your imagination and I was testing you for the real thing. You have shown courage throughout. Now that you have returned I am leaving you these items:

1) Your dad's revolvers. There are two of these and you can find them in the case on the kitchen table.

2) Numchucks. They are a bit fancy but they are the only ones I could find.

3) I believe you have your dagger with you. And also your rucksack.

In addition I have left lighters, lighter fuel and some food and money for your journey. I don't where you should go but all I know that there are clans. Ask around, anything I don't know. It's up to you.

I wish you good luck.

Aunt Mary


McCullson found all these things and even made some extra food. She packed these items and left. Walking along the road she realised she wasn't going to get near the city if she just kept on walking. She has to find another way. Stopping at a garage for supplies of water she say an abandoned motorcycle. She sneakily lifted of the igniton key and hot wired the thing. It quickly sprang to life. She tied the two wires together and set off into a new adventure.
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Post by Xanien » Sat Jun 12, 2004 3:12 am

*Terminator Music plays*

In the dark stillness of night lightning bolts slam the ground in a secluded area on the planet of Aura. They converge in brilliant light, forming a glasslike ball which acts as an interdimensional portal between his world and this one. The glass like ball disappears, searing away all matter that had been in the same place as it had been.

A man in his late twenties emerges from a crater formed in the ground and under a tree, strong and muscular in build with brown hair and hazel eyes. The ground steams around his body as he opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings. He grins, his mission booting up and his targets slowly becoming acquired via this planet's satellites and radar system.

His name is Xanien . . . he's come from the past . . . . and . . . he's naked. Xanien feels a draft and shudders.

"Clothes clothes . . I need some clothes!" The creaking of a giant oak tree makes him realize there was more pressing matters to attend to. The warp had caused 90% of the tree's trunk to disintergrate and it had begun to fall in his direction. As the shadow of the mighty oak overtook Xanien, the age old question wisemen used to ask dawned on him. If a tree falls on top of somebody in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does anybody care?
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Post by Melana » Sun Jun 20, 2004 2:03 pm

Delmar City Museum, Delmar City

Glynn smiled graciously at the curator as they sat in his office drinking the tea that he had most thoughtfully provided. They had been discussing the scroll for the better part of the morning, the curator was a reticent man, unwilling it appeared to part with any of his precious collection.
"Once again I have to thank you Dr. Arnol for allowing us to impose on your generous hospitality and ask this boon of you." Her blue eyes mirrored the appreciation that ran through her husky voice.
"Miss Vankin knows that such a generous benefactor is appreciated by Delmar City, the arrangement of a viewing is the least we could do."

A viewing? I’m almost certain I’ve mentioned a ‘loan’ of the scroll too…numerous times, you old fart. thought Glynn hiding her mild irritation of this elderly balding gentleman.

"Yes an initial viewing would be greatly appreciated as Miss Vankin was quite firm in that she wanted to view the scroll as soon as possible. If I was able to take a few images of the scroll it would be improve the time for us to view it, before we get the proper arrangements for it’s transport." She said placing the teacup on it’s saucer on the table and moved to stand up.

Her boots making little sound on the marble floor as she stood, the simple black dress she wore swaying. Though elegant in design it allowed her freedom of movement, sleeveless with slits down the skirts sides with a high collar. Her hair was tied in an intricate knot, decorated with what appeared to be an ornate pin. She felt remarkably naked without her katana and her instincts did not like the situation she had been placed in.

Whilst the museum had been closed to the public, there where still the skeleton crew of the staff at the museum. The secruity guards, which bore the Vankin Corporate Logo on there shirts and the curator. The restorers and other non-essential staff had been given the day off. Had she not been sent as an official envoy to the museum Glynn felt that she could of snuck off with the original scroll by now.

Follwing Arnol she was led into one of the restoration rooms, where many of the artworks and relics where treated against age and damage. A small metal case lay on the table. Within a few moments apart of her task would be complete.

Vankin House, The Vankin Compound,Valis

Dayna woke with a start, sitting upright with her fingers clasped firmly about the pendant that was suspended on a chain about her neck.

Snatches of a dream lay faded in her head. Flames…

A knock of her door distracted her from her train of though.

"Miss Vankin is everything alright?" it was one of the door bodyguards.
"Everythings fine…just a dream." She said, laying back under the covers, gazing up in the darkness at the canopy of her bed.

It was just a dream… wasn’t it?

OOC: Nos I’ll post something soon but I couldn’t decide what action I wanted to take. and the other boys... i have a post waiting to be put up when i see you around.
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Post by BoboTheIceMan » Mon Jun 21, 2004 8:53 am

"Hour and a Half you say." Sets the timer on the watch, thats inlaid into his clothing sleeve. "Bitch having to get these things replaced. But thoes are a dead give away on the field of battle" motions to grifters pocket watch "Or, thoes damned Dog Robbers." Shakes his head, remembering what he did to one of them sonsofbitches that was in his unit.

Hefting the gear on his back and shoulders, he keeps his right hand and arm free, his gauss rifle swinging slightly at his side, and he keeps an eye out for anyone who might be down here. Matches his pace to that of Grifter, keeping just a step behind out of habit, so both the front and rear person have a clear line of sight almost 360'.
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Post by WildCard » Mon Jun 21, 2004 9:31 am

1 hour and 30 minutes later beneath the Delmar City Museum

*grifter had managed to take one final glance at his watch before the timers were set just before he and clayton took cover in a small alcove. the two bombs placed at the sealed entrance beneath the museum went off in a controlled blast leaving a smoldering iron door shattered and laying in the middle of the tunnel leading up to a ladder.

grifter stepped out of the alcove and looked at clayton, "they won't have heard a thing thankfully, we're too far down. so least we have the element of surprise still....got another ten minutes before the bombs start going off all around the city..."

grifter made his way up through the tunnel towards the ladder with clayton right behind him, "...remember, your job is the parchment...get it then head back down here...if you get in to trouble and you can handle it do so, if not get the hell out with the parchment as fast as you can. if you don't see me after five minutes once you're down here after you get it, head due east down the side tunnel..."

as they both began heading up the ladder towards the manhole cover that would open into the basement of the museum grifter stopped before lifting it up and glanced down at clayton, "....at the end of the tunnel there's vent shaft that'll lead up to the street, the vehicle with the symbol i told you about will be waiting just two blocks south from there...if i'm not there in fifteen if i dont' make it there with you, don't wait up...."

slowly and cautiously, grifter lifted the manhole lid up and peered into the basement and saw that nobody was there. as he climbed out and helped clayton up he finished the rest of the plan, "....i'll deal with the guards and my end of the operation here....so hopefully you wont' have a thing to worry about."

just as he finished the other bombs in the tunneling system began going off like an overture before a symphony. manhole covers for ten blocks were blasted into the sky as various streets began sinking down along with buildings due to the tunneling system caving in around certain areas across the ten block radius surrouding the museum causing enough widespread panic and chaos in the streets, cops and anyone else would be oblivious to the museum robbery. "ok, move it....", grifter pointed up a set of stairs leading up to the museum main floor just before he took off up the other set across from them towards the offices as the entire museum shook from the force of the explosives still going off around the city....
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